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to boil a frog

pairing: seungcheol x reader wordcount: 15.6k summary: you & cheol go back, like way back. growing up together, you never felt anything more for him than a proximity based fondness, but things are a little different since you moved back to town. genre/themes: tattoo artist!coups, childhood acquaintances to lovers. brother’s best friend (but it’s not so much a theme as it is just a statement of fact). S L O W B U R N. idk that this is even fluff but more like just romance? mention of alcohol, tattoos, needles…cat?

a/n: truly idk what this is and why. it’s so long & self indulgent, but i’m in my soft era i guess, hah!

“Hi, I’m here for my tattoo with Seungcheol?” you checked in with the unfairly stylish receptionist at the front desk of the tattoo and piercing studio. “I booked for 3pm.”

“Okay, yes, here you are!” they smiled up at you, “If you want to just take a seat, I’ll see how he’s doing with prepping the room.”

“Perfect!” you smiled before moving towards the waiting area.

    Your foot bounced excitedly as you waited. In addition to being excited to get your first tattoo, you were doubly excited because you had history with Seungcheol. He’d been one of your brother’s closest friends growing up and despite not keeping in touch since they’d left for college, you’d really enjoyed following his artistic evolution on social media. You weren’t sure if he’d recognize you anymore, to be honest. It would be funnier if he didn’t.

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[hyunjae] the sea is yours to take

pairing: lee jaehyun x (female) reader genre: fantasy, royalty au, romance, slow burn warnings: mentions of death, some violence wc: 36k

synopsis: The Seven Sins and the Seven Gifts of the Spirit are warriors, exceptionally skilled in fighting, and they’re all dead. That is, all except you, The Gift of Fortitude. It’s an uneasy time in the kingdom with eastern Lords and northern bandits threatening a rebellion. You feel that it’s your duty to try and maintain peace within the kingdom. But when the King sends you away for an act of treason, you aren’t sure how much you can do so far from home. And it certainly doesn’t help that Jaehyun, the southern Lord of the estate you’ve been sent to, seems to hate your guts. 

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#01004A | MARK LEE.

genre | romance, fluff

word count | 1880

warning | none​

note | mark lee being in love !!! is a concept !!! i like to think about !!!

“how does it feel to let people down all the time?”

mark paused with an uncontrolled chuckle. he debated his response as he pressed the tip of his lead pencil against the class record book repeatedly, his mind blanking out the middle of the sentence he was writing, thus leaving dots of lead on the paper instead.

“well–um, haha!” he cleared his throat after a gentle voice crack, then he let out an uncontrolled chuckle again. it sounded almost identical to the last one he let out. mark shook his head at this ridiculousness before he spoke, “when you phrase it that way, it makes it sound like i disappoint people all the time.”

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Kang Taehyun’s Hot Boy Summer Destiny

time, mystical time cutting me open, then healing me fine. were there clues i didn’t see?

featuring: child of athena!taehyun x child of apollo!gn!reader

genre: fluff, angst, pjo / greek mythology / demigod au, childhood best friends to lovers, idiots to lovers au, soulmate au, slowburn, mutual pining

wc: 14k

warnings and other notes: cursing, blood, injuries, graphic mentions of murder, alcohol consumption, charmspeak, insecurities, cliche upon cliche upon cliche, reader is a psychic

You had a dream—or a vision, what have you—that you gave your childhood best friend, Kang Taehyun the son of Athena, an elaborate hot boy summer makeover in a span of two months and had him meet his soulmate at the Summer’s End bonfire. It came to you just last week, the same night you dreamt about the quest you sent your half-sibling Hueningkai in the other day and how exactly you will slay the minotaur terrorizing the camp borders right now—which is why you can confirm, as a child of Apollo, that it was a very much prophetic and bound to happen soon.

“Apparently, I gave you a wardrobe update, a haircut, and introduced you to some Aphrodite and Hermes kids under the half moon—watch out!” You continue to explain as you lure the bull-headed monster further away from the camp gate, dragging Taehyun by the arm and picking up speed when the beast swings its ax exactly as you remember in your dreams. “So what do you think?”

You then aim your crossbow at the minotaur’s ankles as Taehyun instructed you earlier, shooting it with a specialized poisoned arrow. As expected, it takes a moment before the poison takes effect for a beast as large as the minotaur, effectively paralyzing it anyway right as you reach the clearing in the woods and giving you and Taehyun time to charge towards it this time.

“I think you’re properly crazy!” Taehyun belatedly yells back at you, heading straight for the minotaur’s horns while you set your crossbow aside on your shoulder in exchange for your sword. When the two of you near the minotaur’s laying on its side, your best friend swiftly releases one of the specialized net traps Yeonjun made, one that magically adjusts to the minotaur’s size and strength as it traps the beast in place. “I’m not letting you give me a makeover!”

You groan in annoyance even when you already expected this as his answer, kicking the minotaur to lay on its back and stabbing it down right in its torso while Taehyun digs his boot on its neck, slicing one of its horns off.

Up close, the yells and growls that the minotaur releases into the peaceful air is enough to burst a human’s eardrums off. Instinctively, you protect yours and Taehyun’s ears by manipulating the soundwaves and shutting up the minotaur.

“Not even if you’ll meet your soulmate at the end of it?” You ask as you hold the minotaur down by your sword when it starts to flail around the net trap, moving only with half its strength with the poison quickly spreading in its veins. You feel a slight sting on one of your arms but decide to quickly ignore it as you busy yourself with the monster’s frantic movements. “I literally just mentioned that I saw them from behind at the end of the dream—red string and all—and you’re not even just a little bit curious?”

Taehyun briefly pauses, the blood on the minotaur’s horn in his hands dripping down his elbows as he looks at you incredulously, before definitively shaking his head. “The future’s still subject to change, even in your dreams, remember?” He counters matter-of-factly, stabbing the horn straight into its heart and effectively killing it once and for all. “You could still dream about something different later on.”

You roll your eyes, removing your sword from the minotaur’s torso right before it fades into dust right in front of you. “The vision should happen in two months, I’m not going to dream of anything new about it at this point.” You counter, jogging over to Taehyun’s side as he gathers the net trap back in its pouch. Once he’s done, the two of you get your bearings and walk back to the direction of camp. “And before you argue and use my dream journals against me again, I re-checked them all as soon as I wrote this vision down so I can confirm that I have no other unrealized visions that says anything else about what’s destined for you this summer.“

“Whatever. I can meet my soulmate fine even without a hot boy makeover, thanks.” He chuckles in amusement in front of your oddly determined expression, wiping the blood off of his sword with a cloth from his bag. “A haircut would be nice, though.”

You bump your shoulder harshly against his as you also wipe your sword, returning it to the sheath on your hips and making a mental note that you’ll clean everything thoroughly tomorrow. He retaliates quickly and you give him a glare. “You’re mocking me.”

“I’m not, my hair really is getting longer. It’s annoying.” 

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todo cambio

a/n: quick little thought i had during class today lol

jung wooyoung x reader // word count: 833 // non idol au

“Would you kiss me or slap me?” 

You stared at the guy who decided to stop you and your friend from making your way to class–completely dumbfounded. Your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion as he simply smiles at you, eyes crinkling more as time went on without your answer as if it were the most normal thing to ask during finals week. 

You squint your eyes as if to ask “seriously?” and in response, he closes his mouth and grins while slightly moving the mic closer to your mouth. You look to the right where you see his friend (you assume) recording on a phone. 

Sadly, you knew these two motherfuckers, although not personally. You’ve seen the one with the tiny mic on the school’s dance team and the one recording is in your Econ class. You never paid too much attention to them, but you thought they were as normal as boys can be at your age. Honestly, you didn’t think people at your school would participate in this sad and embarrassing TikTok trend. You’ve even spent hours laughing with your friends at the responses those people get, you never thought you’d be a victim.

“Why would I kiss a stranger?” you say after the longest 5 seconds of silence in your life.

“Please,” he says, “Anyone would want to kiss this.” 

“Please,” you mimic.

“Sorry,” Ryujin–your lifesaving best friend begins, “We really gotta get to class–”

“Kiss or slap,” Wooyoung says again.

“We’re on live,” his friend–San–whispers behind the telephone.

You simply put up the middle finger at the camera and slip your backpack off your shoulders, tired of these idiots for wasting your time. Ryujin seems to know what you’re gonna do (as in, completely obliterate the guy) and shakes her head at you.

“No, no,” You say to her and shooing her back, “he asked for it, so I’m gonna deliver.”

Wooyoung, who can probably guess what’s going to happen, feels slightly scared as he sees you stretch your arms and roll your head, “Hold on–you work out right?” he asked to gain some time before the inevitable.

“I’m on the volleyball team, Jung.”

“You do know me! See, not stranger,” He says in an attempt to sway your decision.

“Nope,” you say and point to the camera, “No backing out now, I made my decision cause I’m not kissing you.”

“It can be on the cheek! A peck!”

“Now, stick your head out for me,” you say as you get in position for optimal volleyball serving. Knees parallel to your shoulders, dominant hand in L shape, non-dominant hand straight out.

“I don’t have all day, Wooyoung.” He sighs and obeys your command. Squeezing his eyes shut, he stretches his neck out and begins to say a prayer that you don’t completely knock him out.

Yeosang is a manager for the volleyball team and San shares a class with you, so they’ve all seen you play and they know you’re a powerful strike. He begins to regret his decision in going up to you, especially when you looked stressed. That is–until he remembers the various (drunken)  conversations he’s had with his friends.

I’d let her slap me. Full force. He had said once in full simp-mode. Damn. Life really does bite you in the ass.

He feels like these last few seconds are too long, so he opens one eye only just in time for your hand to come flying into his cheek. Time moves in slow motion as his face recoils from the impact of your hand. His head turns and he manages to stop himself from falling to the side and instead spins on his heel and walks in a small circle before walking towards you again.

Your eyes widen slowly as if not meaning to create the thunder-clap sound on poor Jung Wooyoung. Ryujin calls out your name. San is sobbing in laughter. Wooyoung pouts and rubs his face where the handprint is fresh

“Ask me that question again,” you say as you regain your previous attitude. Wooyoung grins.

“Okay,” he says, “Would you kiss me or slap me?” He doesn’t know why he did that. He almost just died! Damn his crush for wanting to spend more time with you.

Your eyes widen and you falter in your stance. What is wrong with this dude? Is this a kink of his?you think in worry.  So, instead of slapping him twice, you begin laughing. You shake your head and pick up your backpack.

“You’re crazy, Wooyoung.” you say smiling at him and he practically beams, “Just stick to dancing, bro.” and then you turn around on your merry way to your class. Ryujin begins scolding you for your assault on the school’s sweetheart.

San watches as Wooyoung watches you walk away. When you’re out of eye and ear-shot, he turns around to face his friend who was ordered to not actually record (he did) and says, 

“I think I’m in love.” in the dumbest expression.

Lavender Tea & Honey

pairing; jeon wonwoo x afab reader

genre; smut (minors dni), fluff, supernatural au

warnings; protected sex, fingering, oral, use of pet names, aftercare, mention/eating food and drink, aftercare, talk of magic, use of magic

request; no

w/c; 8.6k and some change

a/n; this is written for @wonwussy/@librarian-stacks - the wonwoo to my gyu (insert all the others we have) -- happy early birthday sj. i love you very much. you are so important to me and i hope you know that. i hope you have the best day because you deserve the world. i know this isn't much but i hope that it can be a little something to transport you somewhere magical and comforting. special thanks to @junkissed/@junhui-recs, @onlyseokmins/@spookyeomie, @multi-kpop-fanfics, @bitchlessdino/@onlychans for helping me with this one. You all reading, proofreading really made the difference for this one.

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“It’s a lavender tea, a bit of honey for sweetener. I know you don’t like things to be sickeningly sweet.” 

You raise your brows as you take the cup and saucer from the man behind the counter, your finger slipping into the delicate handle of the porcelain cup as you palm the small saucer. Dark eyes and a slight smile watch you as you bring the cup to your lips, your expression changing as the warm liquid slides easily down your throat instantly making you feel warmer and calmer. 

Wonwoo grins slightly before picking up his towel and wiping the counter as he sees the small smile cross over your lips past the dark lavender print on the cup. He always gave you this cup, it was his favorite and it fit you. You close your eyes for a moment before taking another sip letting out a happy approving sound before sitting the cup back onto the saucer looking at Wonwoo meeting his equally warm eyes that reminded you of the tea. 

“It’s so good. I really like it, thank you Wonwoo.” The man watches as you balance the cup starting to take out your wallet when he holds up his hand. “On the house.” You shake your head but feel your cheeks get warm as he looks down with a grin before meeting your eyes again. “Thanks Wonwoo.” 

He nods, putting the towel over his shoulder before watching you start to walk away. Swallowing hard he taps his hand on the counter twice before eyeing the old book he had brought with him to work that day before speaking up. “Hey, Y/N. I’m actually about to get off in about an hour. Would you want to get some dinner? I actually have that book I told you about.” 

You turn back towards him biting at your lip when he mentions dinner, your eyes searching over his face, the round glasses that sat on his sharp nose, his chiseled jaw, the sharp cupid's bow, before you made it back again to his eyes, those deep brown eyes and you nodded slowly. “I’d like that a lot.” 

Wonwoo’s excitement betrays him as you accept his dinner invitation, his smile becoming wider, a bit goofier as he speaks. “Yeah? Awesome.” You laugh and he clears his throat scratching the side of his neck trying to play it a bit cooler. “I mean, that’s really great. I will come meet you at your table once I’m clocked out.” 

When Wonwoo takes off his half apron and tosses it off to the side his eyes are fixed on your table as your finger traces over the cup in front of you. He knew you had drank all of the tea, and the refills he had poured for you. So now you were just doing something with your fingers out of habit. Smiling, Wonwoo moves to the counter to pick up the brown book and his brown wool coat slipping it over his arms before putting the book securely in the inside pocket before he makes his way over to you. 

You sense him before you even see him, your smile widening as you look up from your own book closing it. “All done?” He smiles and holds up his finger to signal ‘almost’ before he takes your cup making you laugh. “Wonwoo, there are other people who work here.” He laughs under his own breath as he walks away speaking. “I know but this cup…is special.” You shake your head biting down on your bottom lip as you watch him disappear for only a moment before he returns to you and stands almost awkwardly. 

“Now, I’m all done.” You laugh again before shaking your head once more leaning to pick up your bag placing your book inside before moving to his side. “Where are we going?” Wonwoo shifts on his feet, his hands sliding into his pockets as he leans towards the door so you both can start walking. “I was actually thinking, are you opposed to going back to my place?” 

You pause only for a second as he walks through the door, the bell ringing as he does. You hadn’t expected him to ask that of you but you weren’t opposed. Smiling, you shyly shake your head before walking out into the crisp air with Wonwoo. “Great, I don’t live very far. Just a couple blocks actually. I’ll order some food for us and we can…you know, look at the book.” 

Wonwoo dares to glance at you, finding you looking at him which causes him to get shy. He pushes his glasses back up his nose where they had slid down very slightly before he looked back in front of him to focus on where he was walking. “That sounds nice Wonwoo.” You can’t help the small amused sound that falls from your lips at how he is reacting to you.

Normally you were the shy one, but with him it was like he was afraid he was going to say the wrong thing and you’d run in the other direction at any moment. When in reality you were so far from doing that. A gust of wind blows past the two of you making you both shiver, so you step closer to Wonwoo noting his smile out of the corner of your eye. Who said girls couldn’t make the first move? 

Wonwoo purses his lips in slight shock when you put your hand on his arm and then into his pocket so you can hold his slightly warmer hand. He was always a bit warmer so he had hot packs in his pockets but when your cold hand hit him he shivered for more than one reason. “Oh, you are so cold Y/N. You should wear a scarf tomorrow. If I had mine today I’d let you wear it now.” You laugh and shake your head looking at how cute his nose was, a very slight tinge of pink to it from the autumn air. 

“I’m okay. Your hand is warm, you are smart to have hot packs.” Wonwoo smiles a bit brighter, flexing his hand barely in his pocket before moving to lace his hand with yours letting the hot pack rest between your palms. “I try to think ahead.” You smile nodding, thinking to yourself how true that is, just knowing how he has been with you at the coffee shop. 

When the two of you reach a set of brownstone apartment buildings, a set of stairs with an ornate iron handrail, Wonwoo stops taking his other hand from his pocket before leading you up the small staircase. He only lets go of your hand letting it slip from his pocket so he can open the door for you letting you into the building moving in behind you. 

“Luckily I’m only on the second floor. No elevator in this old building.” You glance back at him with a laugh before shrugging as he gives you another shy look, taking the lead up the stairs. “And I promise, it’s warmer in my apartment.” You follow the man up the stairs watching him as he stops in front of a door marked 2C before he takes out his keys and pushes the door open. 

“Make yourself at home.” Sliding past him you can’t help but to glance up at him in the tight doorway, his warm spicy scent hitting your nose before you look away shyly this time moving past him. You find yourself in a cozy space, something you’d describe perfectly as Wonwoo. Lots of woodsy tones, the smell of spice that matched his cologne, and books stacked almost everywhere. You slip off your shoes and start to move in further to look around when something bumps up against your legs drawing your attention. 

Wonwoo watches you as he kicks his own shoes off before putting his jacket on the hook before taking his book out of the pocket holding it in his hand. You looked perfect here, you just matched the space. He wanted you here. You made it feel warmer somehow. He wanted to help you out of your coat and offer you a cup of tea but then you glance down at your feet and he can’t help but to smile into an embarrassed sound as he watches his cat rub around your legs before meowing. 

“That’s Ash, he isn’t, uh, usually so friendly with guests. Not that I bring guests over often, or ever really. This is rare if I’m honest. Is he bothering you?” Wonwoo watches as you sit your bag down on the coffee table before moving to sit on your heels, a smile lighting up your face as you run your delicate fingers over the cat's head and down his spine making the sleek black cat purr, his tail flicking eloquently. 

“He will never be a bother. I love cats so much. I have one of my own. Her name is Polly…she’s solid white actually. Almost like Ash’s polar opposite. He is stunning.” Wonwoo watches as Ash seems to beam with pride at your compliment as he glances over to his owner with a small meow. “Don’t stroke his ego too much Y/N. He’s very susceptible.” 

You laugh and scratch lightly under Ash’s chin before the cat seems to give you and Wonwoo some space trotting off before you stand when Wonwoo moves closer before sitting his book down on the table next to your bag. “Can I help you with your coat?” You smile and bite at your bottom lip before nodding. 

“Very gentlemanly of you Wonwoo.” The man laughs as you turn your back to him. His hands sliding up your arms lightly before he moves them around to gently take the collar of your coat and slide it backwards off your shoulders and finally your arms removing it. You turn to watch him as he hangs it up with his own by the door. “I try to be, or at least I want to be with you.” 

You can’t help the warmth that floods your cheeks at his words even as you watch him take out his cellphone and his thumb moving over the screen as if he hadn’t said something so impossibly sweet to you. “How does soup sound? There is a little bistro that delivers just down the street. The food is really good.” You sit down on the couch with a small approving sound as Wonwoo looks over at you, a smile crossing his lips as you nod. “Okay, I’ll get us that and make us some tea.” 

Watching Wonwoo, you sigh happily as he waves with his phone before disappearing into the kitchen leaving you alone in the living room. Your eyes glancing around, taking in all the things that were even more personal about him. The brown leather bound book on the table catches your eye first but you don’t touch it wanting him to give you permission first, so instead you glance at the shelf lined with books. You read a few titles from your seat before standing again moving to get a closer look. 

A Tale of Two Cities, Wuthering Heights, Moby Dick, and the Harry Potter series were just a few things that caught your attention while you ran your fingers over the shelves. A few picture frames adorned the spaces between books and bookends. You were able to pick Wonwoo out in a few of the pictures along with people who were probably relatives just based on similar appearances and others who were friends. 

You find yourself smiling as you run your finger over Wonwoo’s face in a picture of him with a group of 3 other men. The smile on his face was so wide and genuine it made your heart feel tight. You had been so caught up looking at the handsome man that when Ash rubs up against your legs again you jump slightly and laugh when you look down at the shocking green eyes of the cat who meows at you curiously. 

“Hello handsome.” Your voice is soft and melodic as you speak to the animal as you walk around him and back to the couch. Sitting down you are followed by the cat who jumps up and lays on your lap purring. “You do like me huh? Do I fit the bill for you dad? Is it bad that I hope so?” The cat lets out a small meow and you laugh as you run your fingers over his head with a sigh. “Can I tell you a secret and you keep it?” 

Wonwoo balances the tea cups in his hands as he starts back into the living room only to stop when he sees you talking quietly to Ash and hears you mention fitting the bill for him and then asking the cat to keep a secret for you. Wonwoo waits a moment though he feels a pang of guilt at knowing your secret as you speak, “I really hope so because I really like him.” 

A breath escapes Wonwoo’s lips as he closes his eyes hearing your confession, the cups shaking in his hands slightly before he steadies himself and moves further into the room as he clears his throat. “Alright, food should be here in less than 20 minutes and I made Earl Grey tea.” You watch as Ash stretches in your lap before he bumps against your arm and jumps down leaving you all to Wonwoo. 

You can’t help but wonder if Wonwoo heard you, but he doesn’t seem to give it away if he did. Smiling, you take one of the cups before thanking him as he sits beside you as he sighs softly. “I put a little milk in it and a couple of pieces of sugar. I know you like floral things but you did have a few cups of that today, I thought I’d change it up a little.” 

Wonwoo watches as you smile brighter, a piece of your hair falling down in front of your face as you glance down getting ready to lift the teacup to your lips. The urge to touch you, to push that piece of stray hair from your face is too much that he can’t resist so he does it. His fingers brush the tendril back slowly as you glance up before the cup even reaches your lips. Your eyes meet his as he gently places the hair behind your ear before letting his hand trail along the side of your neck as he pulls it away. 

“Sorry, I–you might have gotten your hair in your tea.” Wonwoo stumbles over his words, looking away as he sits his cup down as you take a sip of your tea before doing the same. “Wonwoo?” The man sitting beside you makes a questioning sound almost afraid to look at you but when your finger lifts at his chin turning his face towards you, he loses his resolve letting out a breath. “Y/N…” 

The electricity seems to ebb and flow between the two of you as Wonwoo says your name, his body closes the space. His lips brushing against yours causes a small sigh to fall from your lips, a smile pulling at his lips as he lifts his hand to brush at your neck again before letting his fingers slide into your hair as his lips seal with your own for the first time. The butterflies in your stomach are in a frenzy at the kiss, the feeling of his touch as he pulls you just slightly closer before gently leaning back to meet your eyes. 

“Is this too much? Too fast?” You shake your head, a pout almost forming on your lips as he starts to lean back before he smiles at your reaction. “God, Y/N…I’ve wanted to kiss you for months. Since the first time you walked into the coffee shop. You had on that sundress with the purple flowers. Your hair was in a braid.” 

Your cheeks burn slightly at the details he remembers but especially when Wonwoo reaches up to tug gently at the end of your hair at the mention of your braided hair. “You were…no, you are so beautiful.” Wonwoo shakes his head before moving his hand to run his thumb under your bottom lip, starting to lean in to kiss you again when there is a knock at the door. You jump and him sighs, closing his eyes and leaning his forehead to yours. “The food…” 

Wonwoo’s fingers run over your cheek as the delivery person knocks on the door once again before he sighs and moves from you, speaking, “Coming.” You watch as he slides from the couch and runs his hand through his hair. This was one of the first times you had ever seen him almost frustrated as he opened the door and nodded at the man holding the bags. 

Barely able to make out the conversation, you watch Wonwoo take the bags as he nods and the man glances passed him towards you nodding before he turns and leaves. With a sigh Wonwoo smiles, using his foot to kick the door closed before turning back to you when you hear the lock move into place as he moves back into the room. You watch him lift the two bags showing you the food, making you smile as you carefully clear the coffee table taking extra care with his book, putting it in the upper corner of the table away from anything that might spill. 

“So their special was their house tomato soup, so I ordered that along with whatever it comes with.” You laugh, nodding at his words as he sits the bags on the table and works to dig through the bags taking out everything making sure he puts things in front of you first. Large containers of soup and enough bread that neither of you could possibly go hungry. 

“This looks so good, Wonwoo. Thank you.” The man smiles and bites at his lip when you speak, taking the lids off the containers before offering you a spoon. You watch his hands before you take the spoon letting your fingers slide from his before he finally sits beside you as he simply watches you. A laugh falls from your lips as he doesn’t seem to make a move to pick up his own soup so you gesture towards the food. “We should eat it before it gets cold.” 

Wonwoo sighs and nods furrowing his brows. “I know…I just was enjoying things, you know before.” Your cheeks warm at his words as you bring some soup to your lips, swallowing the bite before meeting his eyes again. “I did too.” You laugh softly at his choice of wording as you watch him finally pick up the food dipping his bread into the soup before taking a bite of it following it with a sip of his soup. “I really hope that you will kiss me again later.” 

You continue to eat after saying that and Wonwoo can’t seem to understand how. Your words made his stomach flip with nerves and excitement. You watch him smile and glance back down at his food before he lets out a slow breath and shakes his head. “I promise I will. As much as you want, as much as you will let me.” 

Wonwoo watches you smile as you eat shyly. The two of you share a casual conversation, him lifting a napkin to brush a crumb from your lips, you returning the favor when you notice a bit of soup in the corner of his lips. Once the two of you have finished you watch him clear the table, though you offer to help but instead he tells you to just stay comfortable and finish your tea. Ever the considerate man. 

Inside the kitchen Wonwoo leans his hands on the counter as he takes a breath. He wasn’t sure how he thought this night would go, how he wanted it to turn out, but what he did know was how he felt about you. Glancing down at his feet Wonwoo grins at Ash before leaning down to run his hand along the cat’s back as he meows. “Yeah? Me too bud. So much…” 

When Wonwoo moves back into the living room his teeth catch his bottom lip as he watches you holding your teacup as you look out of his living room window. The sun had pretty much set, the light in the room becoming even warmer because of the lamps. Your fingers wrapped around the cup but still under your sleeves much like how he usually had his, sweater paws you usually called them. 

“Y/N?” You smile at your name on his lips turning to look at him as he moves to sit back on the couch sliding in closer than he had before. His hand moves to slide your hair behind your ear before he glances at his book on the table and sighs. “I’ve never…shown anyone that book before.” You follow his eyes and then lean to pick up your purse taking out your own book as you cross your legs letting your foot rest against his shin. 

Wonwoo watches you carefully as you slide your hand over the leather book with a sigh. “I haven’t shown anyone mine either. “A grimoire is a very personal thing for a witch.” You smile and look at Wonwoo meeting his eyes before you speak again. “Or a warlock.” He nods, his fingers gently running over your cheek before moving to your neck, just barely grazing your skin before he looks down at your lap as you open your grimoire. 

“But I trust you Wonwoo. You are so careful.” You laugh again and lean into the man feeling warmer as you do, making him sigh out happily. “Though you did lock the door with a spell after getting our food. I think you did it subconsciously because you were frustrated.” Wonwoo wrinkles his nose and nods. “You noticed?” You nod and smile softly before looking back at your book, flipping through the first few pages showing him some of the spells that had been passed down to you through the years from your family. 

“Then I started crafting my own, as I got better. I’m better with runes. Not so much with potions, like you are.” Wonwoo feels his cheeks get warm at your compliment as he shrugs and you feel his fingers gently run along the back of your neck as he speaks. “It was just what my family specialized in. That’s why we have the coffee shop.” 

Wonwoo grins as you smile at him again, your warm smile drawing him in closer before he leans to grab his grimoire, opening it, placing it over yours letting you start to look through it. Recipes upon recipes covering the pages. Small drawings of what you could only assume were Ash in the margins. You run your fingers over the words and the drawings with a smile and a shake of your head. 

“Your mind is amazing Wonwoo. I wouldn’t think of half of this. Verbena mixed with lavender for protection…” Your brows furrow and you glance over to Wonwoo as he swallows hard at your reaction. “Have you been protecting me?” Wonwoo sighs and tilts his head. “If I say yes, are you going to be upset with me? I haven’t been doing anything that would cause anything negative. Not a true potion. Just…herbs.” 

The butterflies in your stomach were in a frenzy again as you closed his grimoire and then yours as Wonwoo watched you nervously as you placed the books on the table. He wasn’t sure what you were doing. Were you going to pack up your things and walk out? Could he blame you? He had been putting the herbs in your tea for a while now without telling you the true purpose. 

But instead of doing what Wonwoo had thought you might do, you turn your body towards him. Your hands move to hold his face as you lean in to press your lips to his gently, taking him by surprise. Wonwoo’s eyes widen before he lets them close, his hands moving to slide down your forearms before he moves his hands to your waist pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss. 

You smile against his lips before you let his tongue slip along your own. Your hands move to the sides of his neck as you move to your knees before Wonwoo groans softly into the kiss, his fingers tightening against your sides when he guides you over his lap. He grins into the kiss as your nose brushes against his as you sit down on his legs, his hands sliding along your hips to your thighs and back before he moves one of his hands to your jaw pulling your face that much closer. 

Wonwoo only breaks the kiss again to groan softly and work his kisses along your cheek before looking up at you as he checks to make sure you are okay with this before he goes any further, but when you bite at your lip and look at his lips he can’t help but to blow out a breath at the vision of you. This beautiful creature sitting on his lap, his hands gracing your body, his lips able to take yours, your skin…it’s almost too much that he can’t help how he is hardening under you. 

It isn’t lost on you that Wonwoo is aroused, you are just as aroused but you can see the question in his eyes. The same question was playing in yours but you wanted to see where this could go. You want more of him. His fingers playing at the hem of your shirt was driving you crazy, your skin erupting with goosebumps as you let out a soft sigh of his name making Wonwoo lick his lips and tilt his head. “Just tell me what you want and it’s yours Y/N.” 

“Take me to bed Wonwoo?” His eyes close briefly at your request, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat visibly before he nods and looks up at you letting his hands slide under your shirt over your soft skin making you instantly warmer. You wondered how he was able to do that with a simple touch. “God…Y/N.” Your name is almost a whine on his lips before he leans to kiss your throat making you whine this time at how sweet his kisses feel as his hands slide further up your shirt. 

Your breath quickens as your own hands move over his sides and up his chest to his shoulders as you roll your hips over Wonwoo for the first time. A groan falls from his lips as he leans his head back from you to lean on the couch, his hands trembling slightly on your back before he opens his eyes to look at you. “I’ll take you to bed.” You smile and slide from his lap before Wonwoo takes your hand bringing it to his lips kissing your fingers. He walks backwards, leading you towards a short hallway and finally an open door to a dark room. 

He never lets go of your hand, he only whispers “ignis” on your lips, a latin word you know to mean flame as he pulls you close to him wrapping his other arm around your waist. You watch the room become brighter with candlelight, four candles have come to life at his spoken word. 

Wonwoo sighs against your lips before stepping back to finally release your hand as he takes off his sweater tossing it on to a chair as your eyes watch him almost shyly. “If you don’t want the candles…I can put them out. I just wanted to be able to see you, especially the first time.” Wonwoo had a way of making your skin warm, be that with his touch or his words by making your skin feel flushed. You step forward at the sight of his skin, shaking your head as you run your fingers gently over his sides, your eyes following your fingertips as you smile into your words. “The first time?” 

A small laugh escapes the man’s lips as he lifts his hand to push your hair behind your ear. He sucks in a breath at your gentle touch over his stomach before your fingers move to his jeans, undoing them before you look up to meet his eyes before he answers you. “I hope this is the beginning of something Y/N. I like you very much. I hope that is obvious.” You smile and nod, meeting his lips in a soft kiss as your fingers work to push down his jeans. His fingers finally move to your shirt once again, gently lifting it at your sides before he pulls back, watching you lift your arms for him. 

Wonwoo can’t help but smile in wonder at you, how perfect you are. How you are everything he’s ever wanted. He watches as you shake your hair from your face as he carefully pulls the shirt from you and lays it with his own, his eyes traveling over your skin making him take a shaky breath. 

You loved how he watched you, like a man falling in love, or perhaps like a man who had been in love for a while. His adoring eyes travel over your skin, tracing the contours over your figure before he meets your eyes and shakes his head with a goofy grin spreading over his face. “You are so beautiful.” Wonwoo watches your lashes lower as you turn your back to him and he takes in a deep breath before running his finger over your spine watching goosebumps spread over your skin before he reaches the clasp of your bra undoing it. 

“It’s been a while since anyone has said things like this to me, Wonwoo, or seen me like this.” Wonwoo wants to say it’s a shame because you deserve to be told how beautiful you are and to be marveled at every day, but at the same time he finds himself happy to know that this is for him. He doesn’t have to share this with anyone, the jealousy would be too much. “I’ll tell you all the time Y/N.” 

You close your eyes as you feel his hands slide along your bare back up to your shoulders so he can guide the straps of your bra along your arms before you feel the cups fall from your breasts making you smile. Moving your arms, you let the garment fall to the floor before you feel Wonwoo’s hands slide along your waist and around your body. His fingertips take in the feeling of your soft skin over your stomach before he presses his lips to your shoulder making you shiver. 

“Would you like that? For me to be the one to tell you how beautiful you are?” You smile again at his words as you nod and lean back against him as Wonwoo’s hands move to undo your jeans. His nimble fingers work them down your hips, letting the fabric’s weight take care of the rest so his hands can move along your skin, explore more. “Can I?” 

Wonwoo’s fingers graze at the top elastic of your panties as his mouth moves along your neck up into your hairline making you whine before you nod and whisper out a yes. He smiles against your skin and uses his thumbs to slide them down slowly as his lips capture your earlobe making you moan his name as you arch against his chest. The colder air of the room hitting between your legs at the loss of the fabric but his warm body pressing against you makes up for it. 

You lean your head back on Wonwoo’s shoulder, letting him look down at your body which makes him groan as he runs one hand over your breast, the other sliding over your hip before he dares to let his fingers brush over the top of your slit. 

“Y/N…” You let out a soft moan at your name falling from Wonwoo’s lips as his fingers parted your folds. His middle finger grazes over your clit making your knees weak. “Wonwoo…please.” Your voice is more of a whine than you intend but it is enough to make Wonwoo weak. His finger sliding from you before he steps away to lead you to his bed, laying you down. 

“I don’t want you to have to want for anything. All that need in your voice, fuck…I can’t stand to hear you so needy without doing something about it baby.” You watch Wonwoo as he speaks, his eyes moving over your body before he moves on to the bed sliding his hands over your legs spreading them so he can lay between them. When he calls you baby for the first time you can’t help the way your heart tightens, those butterflies in your stomach doing flips. 

Wonwoo kisses your knee and you moan softly, reaching out a hand to him. He takes it with a free hand, lacing his fingers with yours as he slides in closer looking up at you. “Wonwoo…” You whisper his name, making him groan and squeeze his eyes shut before he presses a kiss to your inner thigh using his free hand to run his fingers through your folds again. 

You arch your back, rolling your hips towards his fingers as Wonwoo carefully works his index finger around your entrance before letting you push your hips over it as you lift your free hand to your lips, biting gently at your own finger to quieten your moan. Wonwoo smiles against your skin as he glances at you one more time before his warm breath fans your core for the first time. 

“Oh my god…” The words slip around your finger with a moan as Wonwoo’s tongue glides over your clit gently once, twice, before he slips a second finger into your warmth. Wonwoo’s mouth moves over your folds, sucking gently, his tongue parting them carefully so he can wrap his lips around your clit. “Wonwoo! Please…please baby.” 

Your cries cause Wonwoo to groan around your clit sending a vibration through you when you call him the pet name. Your toes pointing, your fingers holding tightly to his as your walls clench around his fingers while they curl up against the roof of your pussy against the rough patch of nerves making your thighs quiver. 

When you orgasm for the first time, the flames of the candles burn brighter in the room at your moan of Wonwoo’s name. Your head is thrown back against the pillows while you move your free hand to grip the bedding under you until the man between your legs slowly slides his fingers from you with a soft smile on his lips. 

Wonwoo kisses your wet folds before leaning back to lick his lips, his eyes finally looking up the length of your body again as he grins. “You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen in my life.” When you smile trying to catch your breath, a laugh falling from your lips, Wonwoo laughs too before leaning to kiss your thigh again. “Come here, Wonwoo.” 

He nods, leaning to sit back on his knees before sliding off the bed as you watch him. His hands push his boxers down, causing you to bite your bottom lip when you see his cock for the first time. He was perfect, every part of him. Shaking your head, you reach for him again and Wonwoo laughs, taking your hand as he leans to open his nightstand, taking out a condom before he moves back on the bed. 

Your lips find his neck, making Wonwoo moan softly under his breath as he leans back against the headboard. His hand falls from yours so he can tear open the foil packet taking out the condom before he rolls it over his length with a slow steady breath. One of your hands moves down his abs before you wrap your fingers around his cock under his own hand. 

Wonwoo groans, leaning his head back at your touch, his tongue darting over his lips as he feels your hand stroke him once as you move your mouth across his jaw. “Y/N…I…” You smile against his skin as he tries to speak only to groan again as you run your thumb over his tip. “Baby, fuck. I’ll let you do whatever you want to me next time but if you do this tonight I’ll cum before…and I…” 

You silence him with a kiss as you hold him at his base before moving into his lap, nodding to agree with him. Wonwoo’s hands move to hold your hips as you hover above him before slowly sinking down over his length. Your mouth falls from his as you gasp softly into a moan at the stretch, your hands moving to Wonwoo’s chest as you sit on his lap much like you had on the couch. 

Wonwoo’s hands slide up to your ribs as he lets you adjust to him, your legs wrapping around his waist. One of his hands moving up to your neck and resting there, his thumb gently caressing your skin. “God, you feel so good.”  You lift your hand running it along his forearm to up his wrist holding it loosely when you roll your hips over Wonwoo letting him know it was ok to start moving. 

“Please move Wonwoo. I need you.” Nodding Wonwoo lifts his legs pulling you closer, your breasts pushing against his chest as he holds your hip with the other slowly thrusting up into you. His soft groan, music to your ears as he pulls you closer with his hand around your neck before he speaks against your lips. “So good, my girl.” You smile at the name and the ‘my’ in front of it. 

Wonwoo can’t help how he feels, the tightening in his stomach, in his groin, when you let out softly breathy moans of his name every time his cock brushes against your cervix. His hand drops from your throat to move to your hip so he can help you move easier as you wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your lips to his to let him swallow your moans. 

You were so close again, your walls tightening around Wonwoo as his fingers pressed into your skin. His fingernails leave shallow divots in your hips as you whine on his lips coming undone for him for the second time that night. Wonwoo groans into your mouth when you roll your hips over him and he feels you cum around him. 

The way your body was pulling him in, your warmth, how wet you were, how you were holding him, kissing him…it was all too much for him to hold on for much longer. Wonwoo’s hands move from your hips to your back as a breath gets caught in his throat when his release takes over him and he spills into the condom with a few final thrusts. 

You can’t help but to smile against his lips as his hips come to a stop and you simply sit still for a moment feeling him soften inside of you while his fingers run along your back. Wonwoo’s lips moving against yours in a sweet but deep kiss before he pulls back to look at you. His long fingers pushing your hair back as he smiles and shakes his head. “Incredible…you made the candles burn brighter both times.” 

Wonwoo watches your lashes lower as you turn your face away, making him laugh before he moves his hand to your cheek feeling how warm your face had gotten from his words. “I think it’s sexy. God you are perfect…I want you to be mine.” You meet his intense gaze as Wonwoo runs his thumb along your bottom lip before you press a kiss to it. “Then I am Wonwoo.” 

A grin spreads across his face at your words, Wonwoo pulls you back down to press a kiss to your lips keeping you close for a moment longer before he groans softly into a sigh. His forehead resting on yours as he contemplates his next words making you smile. “We need to get cleaned up, but I’d like for you to stay the night.” 

No one had ever asked you to stay afterwards and you can’t think back to a time when you had really asked for someone to stay. Wonwoo’s words make your heart tighten once again and the butterflies in your stomach come alive once again. “I…could stay.” The man under you smiles when you agree, kissing you once more before helping you to move from his lap before sliding from the bed himself to begin cleaning up. 

You watch him for a moment, laying on your side as he throws away the condom and the wrapper before he picks up his clothes and yours, putting them all on the chair. A small smile crossing your lips as you bring your thumb to your lips biting at your nail to hide it when he looks back. “What?” You shake your head and Wonwoo narrows his eyes playfully before moving back to the bed to offer you his hand. “I think you’re laughing at me Y/N.” 

Taking his hand you sit up and slide out of the bed, moving to your feet before he pulls you into his arms looking down at you. “No, I’m just amused by your habits. I think you are sweet. You picked up our clothes.” Wonwoo glances at the chair then back to you with a shrug and a smirk. “I have to be a gentleman, I can’t leave your clothes on the ground. What kind of boyfriend do you think I am going to be?” 

Wonwoo moves back to your side, lacing his fingers with yours as you bite at your lip. His words constantly make your head spin. “I don’t know, I’m ready to find out though.” Wonwoo laughs softly as he leads you out of the room and to his bathroom so he can turn on the shower before he leaves the room, promising to come back and join you. 

With a moment alone you can’t help but to turn towards the mirror as it starts to steam up to take a breath. The day begins to catch up with you in your mind. It hadn’t been where you had thought it was going but you were happy with where it was ending. You step into the shower alone, letting the warm water run over you as you lean your head back, closing your eyes enjoying the calming feeling. 

Wonwoo returns to the bathroom with fresh towels, his eyes moving to the shower, the shadow of your form behind the curtain making him take a deep breath. Yes, he had just made love to you, but that didn’t stop how you were going to affect him every time. He wasn’t sure that even if he was with you for the rest of his life he wouldn’t have this reaction every single time. 

Biting at his lip, Wonwoo takes  in a breath of the steamy air before stepping behind the curtain to let his eyes move over your body as the water runs over it. Wonwoo let out that same breath that he hadn’t realized he had been holding before taking a step closer letting his fingertips brush over your waist making you jump slightly but a smile forms on your face as you open your eyes to look at him. 

“I didn’t even hear you. You are just as quiet as Ash.” Wonwoo smiles, his right hand tracing the contour of your hip before he takes his hand from your body to grab his body wash pouring some on to a washcloth. “Well, he is my familiar.” You watch him, taking in a deep breath of the spicy, warm, woodsy scent of his body wash before he rubs his hand over it making it lather. 

“Sorry, you are going to smell like me.” You shake your head and laugh as he starts to run the washcloth over your body beginning with your hip. “Why would you apologize for that?” Wonwoo meets your eyes with a slight smile as he moves the lather along your stomach and your breasts. “You smell like...comfort Wonwoo.” 

Wonwoo can’t help but to bite at his lip again as you turn your back to him, letting him wash your back before he lets you take over. “I do?” You nod as Wonwoo watches you finish washing your body, his eyes traveling the length of your legs before he makes it back to your face as you wash out the washcloth and grab the other. “You do, like spices and like a woodsy sort of smell.” 

He watches as you move closer to him doing the same he had for you with his body wash, running the washcloth over his body starting at his neck and working your way down as he shivers slightly at your touch. “You have a comforting smell too Y/N.” You laugh and tilt your head as you run the washcloth around his side before sliding it down his v-cut making Wonwoo groan softly. 

“Hm, what do I smell like?” Wonwoo sighs, trying not to get aroused so quickly again as he licks his lips, moving towards the water as you guide him towards it, stepping behind him to wash his back. “Like chai tea and lavender.” You smile as the water runs down his back and washes the soap away before you lean to kiss his shoulder, making Wonwoo close his eyes. His hand reaches behind him to rest on your hip as you put the washcloth to the side. 

Wonwoo’s eyes close again when he feels you kiss his skin again. Your soft lips make his resolve less each time. You feel his fingers press into your thigh before he turns and guides you to the shower wall leaning in to press his lips to yours. Wonwoo’s hand moving to your jaw tilting your head back slightly, his thumb caressing your skin lightly as he smiles on your lips before his tongue asks for permission against your lips. 

When your lips part for him, Wonwoo’s tongue glides along yours like a dance, slow and steady. He was never in a rush, never when it came to you it seemed. He wanted to savor it all. Remember it all. Your hand moves to rest on his forearm, the other his chest as the water gently rains over your bodies for a few minutes longer. Only when you smile does Wonwoo pull back, nudging his nose against yours. 

“The water will start running cold if I need you in here too long.” You laugh on his lips furrowing your brows as you press one last kiss to his lips before letting him move from you. He offers you his hand making sure you don’t slip while getting out of the shower before wrapping you in a warm towel, always making sure you are taken care of first before doing anything for himself. 

You watch him dry off before wrapping the towel around his waist as he smiles a bit to one side at you as he watches you finish drying off. “What?” The word calling from your lips in a gentle laugh. Wonwoo grins a bit more fully as he leans to kiss your temple shaking his head. “I just love having you here.” You bite at your lip at his words before he slips around you, heading back into his bedroom where you can hear the sound of his dresser being opened. 

Your eyes find the mirror in front of you once again as you run your fingers through your hair, considering his words and how those butterflies were seemingly in a race in your stomach when Wonwoo returns in a pair of shorts carrying some clothes. “I hope they will fit you okay and be comfortable. When this happens again…we can prepare better.” 

Wonwoo smiles at you in the mirror, his glasses back on his face. You smile as they steam up slightly from just being in the room. “You can come to my place next time, but you will have to bring your own clothes, Wonwoo. I doubt I have anything that will fit you.” He laughs running his fingers over your shoulders before moving his hand to your hair moving it from your neck so he can lean to kiss your skin making you sigh happily before his hands move to take your towel leaving you naked in front of him again. 

“If I had my way you’d sleep like this, but I do want you to be comfortable.” You glance up at his eyes again, a small smirk on your lips at his words before you turn in his arms and meet his eyes fully. “I am comfortable...but only if you lose the shorts.” Wonwoo smirks back at you, narrowing his eyes playfully as you feel his hands move around his hips before he pushes his shorts down and steps out of them. 

Your laugh is like music and Wonwoo will never get tired of it. His fingers lace with yours as he leads you back to the bedroom, you see the bed turned down with extra blankets that you know he had added in case you wanted them. Shaking your head, you lean your head on his shoulder for a moment before letting go of his hand to climb onto the bed, letting him follow you. Wonwoo pulls a few layers over your body worried you will get cold, making you smile as you move in close to him. “You are a worry wart.” 

“I...no, I am just making sure you won’t be cold. I am the reason you are naked and I don’t…” You laugh again before moving over Wonwoo making him groan and smile as you drape your leg over his hip, your leg brushing against him. He just repeats to himself like a mantra, later later later, as he wraps his arm around you. “I’ll be fine Wonwoo, I have you to keep me warm.” 

Wonwoo lets out a slow breath and nods, his cheek resting against your forehead as your fingers run over his chest, stomach, and hip under the covers. He can’t help but to laugh sucking in his stomach to how you are making him feel when he has to groan again. “You are killing me Y/N.” You laugh leaning to kiss his neck as you let your fingers finally stay mostly near his hip bone. “I’ll be good.” 

You close your eyes not thinking much about what you are doing as you draw shapes on Wonwoo’s skin as he mutters “extinguo”, the candles in the room extinuishing. His soft breath calms you down as you listen to him while you wind down. It isn’t until you draw one last circle that Wonwoo hisses softly and you both notice a faint purple glow under the cover. 

Wonwoo moves the sheet and looks where your fingers are, seeing a fading rune where your fingers tremble slightly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t even think…” His own fingers rub over the symbol, a larger circle, four on the points, a diamond shape connecting them, and a center circle. He had seen this in your grimoire. It was your protection rune. “A protection rune?” 

You look as the light fades from the rune completely, the moonlight from the window letting you see the lines that look more like a fading tattoo now. “Yes, but I wasn’t thinking. I can remove it. I crossed a line, I didn’t ask for your permission Wonwoo.” You start to move your hand, a word of latin on your lips when Wonwoo takes your fingers and shushes you. 

“Don’t…I want it. It’s a part of you with me now.” You look up to meet Wonwoo’s eyes as he smiles and lifts your hand to kiss your fingers, the same ones that had left the rune, “My little witch.” Your cheeks burn slightly as you smile before leaning up to kiss him gently. “Don’t make me fall in love with you so quickly, Jeon Wonwoo.” 

Wonwoo smiles on your lips, his fingers pushing your hair behind your ear as he kisses you before speaking furrowing his brows. “I can’t promise that, when I’m falling in love with you just as quickly Y/N.” You want to whine and tell him how unfair he is for being too unrealistic, too perfect but the feeling of something jumping on the bed draws both you and Wonwoo’s attention as Ash stretches at the end of the bed and curls up against your legs. 

“He agrees, you know? From the moment you walked in.” You sigh on Wonwoo’s lips before nuzzling your head under his chin laying on his chest. Wonwoo laughs softly and holds you closer making a silent promise to himself and you to make this last and keep you safe. He had plenty of verbena and you loved lavender tea with honey. 

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pink carnations | jungkook

kinktober day 4: flower shop/tattoo parlour au

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

word-count: 3.4K

genre: friends-to-lovers, fluff

warnings: swearing, making out, almost tooth-rottingly sweet, the tamest kinktober fic you’ve ever read probably, my inability to give min yoongi anything but the snarkiest of dialogue as he deserves

summary:

“They’re not,” Jungkook hurried to say, swallowing. There was the faintest hint of pink in his cheeks, almost but not quite unnoticeable. “They’re just…I thought they looked cool. That’s all.”

…Bullshit.

You tried not to let it show on your face, but you absolutely knew Jungkook was lying. Every single tattoo of his was steeped in meaning. He thought over each and every single one - and paid ridiculous amounts of money for each little section, compared to the far cheaper option of just getting the whole arm done in one go.

He wouldn’t spend so much time choosing these flowers just because they looked cool.

It was nearly six o’clock on a Tuesday evening. The parlour had been quiet for most of the day, save for a client here or there that needed a touch-up. You were in the backroom, half-listening to the Van Halen song playing over the speakers, noting down the inks you needed to add to the next stock order.

One client last week had drained almost your entire supply of orange in the pursuit of a tiger back piece, but was it worth restocking so much? Maybe you should consult with Yoongi, he had a knack for–

“Your boyfriend’s here.”

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then came you | l.jh

genre: opposites attract au, highschool au, strangers to friends to lovers; fluff, comedy, angst!!

pairings: introverted!woozi x extroverted!reader (y/n uses they/them pronouns, but small scene where it mentions that y/n wears a skirt)

word count: 7.9k... jfc

warnings: swearing, a fight scene (not violent, more like a lot of swearing), and the fight scene has a lot of repetitive swear words because i don’t swear that much help :”)

description: in which you, the student council vice president, and lee jihoon, the quiet boy in the back of the class, fell in love despite your differences.

a/n - this was a lot of fun to write but near the end of editing it i was literally pushing SHOVING this out of my drafts to publish im so sick of it now. i rushed the editing so ... forgive me pls. ***fight scene is also inspired by the ep 3 of the kdrama “our beloved summer.”

one. meet cute

well, if it wasn’t for the consequences of your actions smacking you right on the face. yes, you should’ve studied more for that physics test. and studied harder. but also yes, student council duties needed attention. that group project for math was very time-consuming as well in your defense!

all those excuses and yet you still broke down.

sitting and hiding under a table in your school’s music room was becoming familiar. sometimes you wish you weren’t so outspoken or eager because now you’ve bitten off more than you can chew and are suffering the exhaustion from it.

but anyways, thank god for sound-proof music rooms! (your sniffles were beginning to inch their way towards sobs…)

“you okay?”

you shriek at the sudden voice, head bumping against the desk with a heavy ‘thud.’

you blink up at the voice’s owner, furrowing your brows in annoyance.

the pale boy stammers in shock, struggling to put together his words. he heard you crying while entering the room, but seeing your puffy and bloodshot eyes made him wonder if he should’ve just made a 360 and left the room the first time he heard sniffles.

“s-sorry! i didn’t mean to scare you!” he stutters, rushing to you as you make your way out from under the desk. he quickly puts a hand under the desk, making sure you don’t bonk your head a second time.

you get up, quickly wiping your tears away from your face with the sleeves of your school uniform, the boy could get a good look at your face.

l/n y/n. student council’s vice president and class representative. he knew you very well. everyone did really. you were always all over the place talking to people, socializing, getting things done, and leading the way. you definitely didn’t know him though (he was right).

“it’s fine. don’t worry about it,” you assured, smiling slightly in an attempt to ease his obvious nerves.

you sigh before adding, “just don’t… tell anyone, yeah?” you read his name tag pinned on the chest of his uniform. lee jihoon.

“of course, don’t worry about that.”

“okay well, i have to get going now! see you around!” you send a friendly wave, walking for the door as jihoon interrupts you.

“wait! here, ta-take this,” he hands you a wrinkled napkin he had just pulled from his pockets.

when you stare at his outstretched hand, jihoon explains, “for your tears… although you’re not crying anymore, huh.”

you hold in your smile seeing the napkin most definitely from lunch that was just placed in your hand. so cute.

jihoon watches as you make your way out of the music room, thanking him, making him promise to not tell anyone about today, and saying the last goodbye.

so when you close the door behind you, he sighs with a gentle smile on his face. so cute.

two. i hate everyone but you

“lee jihoon!”

before becoming friends with lee jihoon, people should know that jihoon hates five things: when people touch him, annoying people, talkative people, being told what to do, and opening up.

and you haven’t seemed to pick up on these things yet after being friends for about… two months? but for you, it was bearable.

so whenever you march up to his desk, he doesn't complain.

“your group mates just told me how you haven’t attended any of the work meets they planned!” you sighed, pressing your lips together. “and take those damn earbuds out!”

“okay, okay. sorry,” jihoon leans back in his chair with tired eyes before explaining, “i’ve been doing my share of the work anyway, so why does it matter? i can’t be needed that much.”

you pout before sitting at the empty desk in front of him. you also notice how his eyes seem so focused on his hands all of a sudden.

you poke his forehead with your forefinger, making him look up to look at you with wide and confused eyes.

“it’s just me, be honest,” you say in the gentlest tone jihoon’s ever heard from you.

he takes a moment to think before nodding. you smile and lean in, ready to hear his side of the story.

“they’re not the nicest people. i overhear them sometimes and they’re always gossiping. i don’t think i’d be able to stand being in a room with all of them talking for like two hours,” jihoon finally explains, but he’s taken aback as he sees your attentive and genuine expression.

he clears his throat and adds, “in conclusion, they give me a headache, and being with them for hours would drain my social battery for the day, no, week.”

jihoon forgets to mention that being around his group would be unbearable also because you were a common topic amongst their gossip. he remembers the day when one of his partners said you were such a teacher’s pet only for the sake of impressing the student council’s president, choi seungcheol.

he quite literally had to take a step outside before he said something he regrets because l/n y/n doing something for male validation? he would laugh in their faces if he had the courage.

“i see… it’s alright, i’ll see what i can do. don’t worry, jihoon! just focus on your part of the work and let me do the talking!” you grin, standing up abruptly.

jihoon just smiles up at you and nods, not surprised at how you were going to speak in his defense once again (this was becoming the new norm as you two became friends).

before turning to leave, you reach a hand out to ruffle his dark black hair, messing it all up. you quickly dash off, not letting jihoon scold you.

he hides his smile and growing blush as he reaches up to fix his hair.

jihoon still hates five things: when people touch him, annoying people, talkative people, being told what to do, and opening up. but if they come in the form of you, he doesn't seem to mind so much. especially if every time he reluctantly opens up, you always seem to understand him.

three. what was this feeling?

“i swear to god if i don’t beat her, she’ll never let me hear the end of it!”

jihoon was about to lose it. you were pacing back in forth in front of him. every time you had finally stopped moving or talking, he would place the sunscreen in your hand so you could apply some on your face yourself before your race. but every single time he did, you just gave him a look and shoved it right back into his hands, continuing your rant.

“she keeps going on and on about how the class representative should be good at everything including athletics and so sports day should be a breeze for me! why do class representatives have to go last in the relay? it’s so weird! i could be helping student council pass out waters right now or something like…”

your words fade away as his attention diverted to the couple a few feet down the bench from you two. the girl squeezed some sunscreen onto the back of her hand before applying it to her boyfriend’s face.

and to be honest, he couldn’t even remember who you were talking about anymore! yuna was it? or maybe yuri? yura??

so fuck it.

“i think she’s just jealous she’s in a lower class than me! because what other reason could—"

jihoon grabs your hand, pulling you down next to him. as your mouth hangs open in surprise and confusion, he twists the cap off, throwing it to the side and squeezing some onto the back of his hand. he lastly takes a deep intake of breath.

jihoon slaps (not that hard actually) his sunscreen-covered fingers on your forehead making you freeze. unable to form words, sounds even, you just stare at his focused eyes, the slight furrow of his brows as he spreads the sunscreen on your face.

you curse the heat, maybe also your flustered emotions, as your cheeks warm up when you take in the proximity between you two and also because his cold, pretty hands were on your face!! he was so gentle and cautious with you that you had a feeling he was as panicked as you were right now.

as you were freaking out and praying he couldn't hear the pounding of your heart, jihoon was busy wondering if this was too much. was this weird? was he making you uncomfortable??

jihoon, now much more uncomfortable with the sudden silence, began to change the subject. “you know someone so thoughtful of their skincare shouldn’t forget to put on sunscreen.”

when you responded with a flustered silence, he snorts as you refused to maintain eye contact with him.

he takes your silence as pre-anxiousness for your event, instead of it being because of his bold actions. “you’ll be fine in your race. so beat yuri, get this day over with, and let’s do something after school together, yeah?”

so he did listen to your rants.

it made you think. when was the last time someone paid attention to your rambling? when was the last time someone cared enough to want you to put sunscreen on? when was the last time someone comforted you even when you didn’t show you were troubled?

"anyways!" jihoon yells as he jumps up from the bench, "you still have some sunscreen on your face, but I've done enough so..." (way to ruin the moment, jihoon...)

you felt your heartbeat quicken when jihoon pulled you up from the bench by hand and gave your head a couple pats to calm the anxiety.

“so remember why you wanna win and use that to motivate you. you got this, y/n!” he holds a fist up, truly wishing you the best even though you very well knew he had no care in the world for today’s sports day.

what was this feeling?

four. it's love

the moment you start running, jihoon felt his hands get clammy and heart start pumping though he wasn’t even running. okay, so maybe he was completely listening to your rants even if he didn’t want to. maybe he did want you to beat yuri because he loved seeing you so passionate about something and always rooted for your success.

so as you passed yuri in your relay right before the finish line, maybe he did jump from his seat and start cheering. for once, he ignored all the stares from people around him who were shocked to hear his voice louder than class-speaking volume. he was just so so excited to see you sprint past the finish line with the biggest smile on your face as your classmates rushed over to congratulate their class representative.

he watches as you scan the bleachers, eyes lighting up as you find his eyes and mouthed the words, ‘i won!’

jihoon nods with a smile, sending you two thumbs up as you laugh before turning away to talk to your friends.

despite you being surrounded by so many people and him on the bleachers by himself on sports day, he still can’t help but finally realizes he likes you. he always has despite all the differences. lee jihoon likes you. and his smile never fades away upon processing this fact.

five. the argument

it’s been 11 days, 10 hours, and 34 minutes since jihoon had spoken a word to you. at first, you decided to keep track of the days so you could use it as a point to argue with jihoon. but that was ultimately thrown out of the window when jihoon remained giving you the silent treatment and no argument, not a single word from him was in sight (you did not expect this). he probably just needs some time alone... right?

on the other hand, jihoon could always feel your burning, infuriated stares burning a hole in the back of his head. it came to the point where walking by you in the hallways felt like he was on fire.

lee jihoon was conflicted. he enjoyed being your friend (even if it felt like it should be more sometimes), but at what cost? his mind just kept going back to your friends' conversation that day.

just as jihoon was about to unlock the restroom stall, his hand freezes at the mention of your name from someone's mouth. his name as well.

"you think y/n is actually friends with that loser?"

"who?"

"the nerd who always listens to music in the back of the class!"

"ah, lee jihoon? i mean... i doubt it. they're probably hanging with him to make him feel like he belongs, you know? he has no friends so that's probably why."

"holy shit, that's so depressing."

"right?"

and when jihoon is conflicted, he did what he does best: stay silent. because yes, being your friend made his year. should he keep being your friend even if he knew you were doing it out of pity? would he go that far for his crush?

as jihoon makes his way to the music room after just finishing his lunch, he decides to just stay silent forever! confrontation is difficult... so none of that!!!

he reaches his hand out to turn the knob of the music room, but lets out a pained groan as the door flies into his face unbeknownst to you who just got too excited at his presence because now you could finally talk to him alone!

"jihoon! i knew you'd come here! let's talk," and suddenly all your angry, violent thoughts that said to be angry at lee jihoon for ignoring you for so long flew out of your head. all rational thoughts: gone. you grabbed his hand that wasn't rubbing his now red forehead and pulled him into the room.

jihoon sighs. so much for no confrontation.

when jihoon closes the door behind you both, you take a deep inhale of breath and exhale to calm your nerves. you've been thinking about this moment for ages, don't mess it up now!

you turn swiftly to face jihoon with a bitter expression on his face, making you gulp as the nerves begin crawling back.

"li-listen, whatever i did i'm sorry. i truly didn't mean to hurt you, so please, tell me what i did wrong so we can talk it out and i can apologize properly!"

for the first time since being pulled into that room by you, he looks at you to meet your eyes. how could they be so... genuine?

he looked at you in a way that made you want to sink to the floor. "well? are you gonna say anything?" you frown as he stares at you wordlessly.

"why are you friends with me?"

you blink at him in shock. "w-what?"

jihoon sighs and repeats, "why are you friends with me?"

you struggle to form the right words to say. "well... we kept running into each other and i liked talking to you so i just stuck around.” that could be worded much better, you think.

he didn’t believe you.

“you’re only friends with me because you’re vice president and it’s your job to help your peers, right?”

your jaw went slack.

“where did you get that from??”

this look was different. not mad, but hopeless. “not important. just answer me, is it true?”

“of course not! who told you that? why would you even believe that?” okay, now you were starting to get worked up because that’s such a horrid thing to assume of you! did he have that little faith in you?

his fists tighten because suddenly pin-pointing all the flaws in his friendship with you became easy.

“hey, but to add on to that, why do you baby me?”

your eyebrows knit together because you just got even more lost if possible. “baby you? since when? how? where did any of this come from, jihoon?”

“can you quit being so focused on where this is coming from? it’s coming from me, okay? it makes sense anyways, i am nothing like any of your friends. why me? why be friends with me—“

“why can’t i just be friends with you because i want to?? do all my friends need to be the same?”

he lets out a menacing scoff. “okay, so am i some charity case then? a friendship made out of pity because i can’t seem to ever speak up for myself and you always have to swoop in to save me? i can defend myself, y/n. why do you act like i’m a defenseless loser that needs to be protected and babied?”

“i have never thought about you that way! first of all, whoever told you i was friends with you because it was my job has no idea what you and i are. you’ve never given other people the time of day to listen to their stupid opinions, so why now, huh?”

because it was about you.

“second of all, you always complain about people not understanding you or mistreating you! you always let people walk all over you! i am sick of having to watch you pretend like you’re cool and unbothered at what people say about you, so forgive me if i’m standing up for you because i care. it’s not my job, i’m doing it because i’m your friend. and if you were uncomfortable about it, just tell me! set boundaries! not give me the silent treatment.”

“well i don’t want to be your friend anymore.” his words eerily cold. he gave up. he clearly didn’t want to try for this or you anymore.

your gentle pants from your yelling fill the silent and tense atmosphere of the music room where you two first met. silent because his words were still processing in both of your heads and tense because this was probably the end of your friendship. you both couldn't meet each other's eyes.

as jihoon was gauging your troubled expression, a pool of heavy guilt filled his stomach. that sentence was not how he imagined it would go. he always thought it would be said bravely. lovingly. like in a confession. not like friends breaking up!

so you decide to give up too because what’s the point in trying when he doesn’t trust you.

“okay then. i respect that. i have nothing else to say. do you?”

he grimaces at the way your voice shakes. the way your nose scrunches unpleasantly. and his heart regrets the way your eyes shine over with tears. jihoon would never believe that he would one day be the cause of your pain and tears.

“no.” goddammit, that’s not what he wanted to say. why was he such a coward?

“okay.” your voice was just a whisper as you breeze past him, not wanting him to see you cry a second time.

when the door of the room shuts behind him, he cries. for the first time in a long time.

he can’t even remember what he was mad about. he could only remember your broken expression and your broken tone. he messed up something beautiful all because it was hard believing that someone as amazing as you would want to be his friend. and possibly like him.

six. right person, right time

22 days, 12 hours, and 16 minutes. why are you even keeping track anymore at this point? you two are not friends. period.

you weren’t even friends with him for that long! you had your other friends too anyways so why did cutting things off with him hurt so much? (i wonder why).

after not talking to jihoon, you start to realize how being his friend was such a breath of fresh air. a break from life. a good and genuine change. it was great. this was probably because how jihoon had no care for social cliques or no expectations or just no interest in things outside of grades and music!

and so for the first time in a long time, someone wanted to talk to you about something that had nothing to do with student council, clubs, school, volunteering, or community service. meeting jihoon was a quick and sharp realization that all your friends, all the people you surround yourself with, are people from the student council or simply smart-popular people! over-achievers! nerds!

maybe jihoon was right when he said you were the definition of a nerd who also happened to be popular… (which you refused to believe because how could a nerd be popular, jihoon?)

nevertheless! jihoon’s interest in music, critiquing animes, playing instruments for fun (not just in school like what), and best of all his carefree attitude, truly make all these nerds around you so bland and basic.

like finally, someone who busies themself with something, not about school or accomplishing something worthy to put on a college application.

and about his carefree attitude, it’s crazy how you never noticed until jihoon mentioned how uptight some of your friends were after hearing a close friend of yours, who was also secretary of the council, talk to you about something school related. all you and your friends talked about was school.

so yes, being friends with lee jihoon was beyond eye-opening and more life-changing, but it also made you view your friends differently. were they even your friends? if you weren't a part of all your extracurriculars, no, if you just weren't smart or outgoing, would they care about you at all?

this epiphany has let you see your friends for the people they are. you indeed saw this for yourself when some dumb boys began picking on him.

"seriously, i get if you don't like us. i respect that even. but failing us just because you think we're inferior to you makes you look like a fucking loser," park junghyung laughed cynically as he pulled a chair next to jihoon's desk, getting all up in his face.

if you don't see it, it doesn’t exist. jihoon has been repeating this sentence for the past five minutes because junghyung and his friends couldn't stand not being carried through group assignments for the first time in their lives.

"i didn't fail you, that's up to ms. lee."

with that, junghyung's tight-lipped smile dropped and his "patience" ran dry. he shot up from his seat and kicked it to the floor, the loud clanging sound making people gasp and begin to watch the situation unfold.

yeah, maybe removing his entire group's names from the presentation before submitting was too bold of a move. well, they should’ve done shit to help if they didn’t want a failing grade, right? after all, you always told him 'be bold and be strong! don't let stupid idiots walk over you! run over them instead!' wait, why as he even thinking about you in this situation?? damn it!

so, cue you walking toward jihoon's classroom, ready to confront some bullies and you’re only doing this because it’s the right thing to do, not that you still like him or anything (lie)! you don’t dare to hope you two might reconcile and maybe even become friends after this because that’s so dumb (lie). and hopefully, jihoon won’t think you're babying him, you just want to clear his name! (truth).

however, seeing your crush (100% truth) lee jihoon being cornered by park junghyung who was grabbing his collar while everyone was staring and recording was not what you expected! are you seriously about to walk into a fight for your crush… (yes).

"you must think you're all that to pull such a move, huh. in reality, you're just a pathetic shit who can’t even pull bitches because they all pity you.” was he talking about you?

now that he thinks about it, the voice in the restroom that day was him. it was park junghyung.

honest to god, jihoon 100% firmly believes the best choice in this situation would be to run because he cannot fight. he guesses he can try, but unfortunately, junghyung is a fit dude. a big dude. if only he didn’t talk about you and insinuate you were a bitch.

jihoon grabs junghyung’s collar and throws him off. he’s at his limit right now.

“if you didn’t want to fail, maybe stop partying and getting drunk of your ass to get away from your fucked up home life? maybe actually use that empty shit brain of yours and do something with it? maybe then you wouldn’t have to ask your rich dad or student council friends to pull favors so you don’t get pushed down a class. or kicked out of school even.” jihoon is suddenly very memorable of all the gossip you’ve told him before.

junghyung laughs in disbelief. “you’re asking for it, you little fucker.”

well. this was it. this is when jihoon gets sucker punched.

“y-you dickhead!”

woah, was that… you??

everyone, including jihoon and an impatient junghyung turns to see you pushing through crowds, and marching your way in between junghyung and jihoon.

junghyung rolls his eyes when you grab jihoon’s hand reassuringly and glare up at him.

“come on, y/n. quit the charity act. it’s getting annoying now. move aside, yeah?”

a slap resonates through the filled classroom. gasps fill the room as even more phones go up to record the student council vice president slapping it boy park junghyung across the face.

jihoon’s eyes go wide. wide! he instinctively pulls you behind him, shielding you from a fuming, red junghyung.

he side-eyes you who was also very shell-shocked at your own actions.

“y/n, what the hell are you doing?” he whispers as junghyung’s group goes up to him to ask if he was okay.

“to be honest, i don’t know. just know i am not babying you. i’m doing this and have always been doing this because i care about you, now move. i’m not done.”

jihoon’s eyes soften as he caresses his thumb over the back of your hand. he doesn’t deserve you.

junghyung lets out a laugh of disbelief. “you know what, you two deserve each other. you’re both fucking insane.”

“well, you and your friends are all fucking stupid.”

yes, you knew his friends (also your friends) were in the room watching. yes, you knew you would be losing a lot of friends today if you continued talking. yes, it’s worth it if it’s for lee jihoon especially if they all think of him the same way junghyung does.

junghyung clenches his jaw before taunting, “oh really! i wonder what our friends will think about that,” he turns around to the crowd of people with arms wide, “what do you guys think about the genius and model student y/n swearing and assaulting other students? their own friend at that too!”

you scoff and roll your eyes at this boy’s sheer audacity. he was never your friend.

junghyung gets more pissed off at your reaction and says, “since when were you such an annoying bitch?”

you cross your arms across your chest impatiently. did he think he was that intimidating? “i’ll be a bitch starting now because it’s sickening watching you push everyone around. what? do you think i’m like everyone else?”

jihoon panics when he feels you try to push past his arm as junghyung does the same also while his friends attempt to hold him back.

jihoon laughs awkwardly, trying to calm the situation. still making sure to keep an arm between you an junghyung, he apologizes, “they’re just a bit mad at the unnecessary crowding and recording haha, please understand.”

you whip your head to glare at jihoon, “quit apologizing when you’re not in the wrong. now move.”

you move closer to junghyung staring at you with cursing eyes.

“woah junghyung, you gonna slap me back? punch me? like you do with your friends and call it messing around?”

“man, this bitch is fucking insane!”

“i’ll show you how insane i can be if you keep taking advantage of jihoon or anyone else just because they’re nice people.” you feel jihoon turn around to face you completely, but refuse to look at him because you knew you would melt instantly. you missed him.

you hold his hand tighter before concluding, “now you’re always gonna be known as an idiot who bullies smart kids because he can’t do shit in school. i really won’t let it slide if you mess with jihoon again,” you turn to scan everyone who was in the room recording, “send that video to the principal if you want i don’t care!“

you pull jihoon away from junghyung who slams the nearest desk with his hand before letting out a frustrated yell.

“move. move!” you shove your way through the crowd as your friends, well, maybe not friends anymore after they had just seen you slap and swear at someone… but it didn’t matter you’d see them tomorrow for student council stuff anyways if you still had your position after this.

you and jihoon walk away from everyone who began to disperse, gossiping because how could model student y/n act so aggressively?

but that was the last thing on your mind because you felt like there was a lot to discuss with jihoon.

jihoon who just trails behind you, hands still entwined with yours, was zoning out thinking about what just occurred. you stop abruptly, making him walk into your back.

“s-sorry-“

you pull him into an empty classroom and shut the door behind you, letting go of his hand.

you sigh and put your hands on your knees, trying to catch your breath for a moment. you had so much adrenaline running and you could even hear your heartbeat in your ears.

you still manage to slap jihoon’s hand away when he attempts to turn on the lights, “no lights right now.”

he nods, staring at your tired figure awkwardly.

jihoon scratches the back of his head, not knowing what to say. does he thank you? scold you for nearly getting beat up for him? risking your spot and position in the student council?

his thoughts clear as you begin rambling. he sighs internally hearing your panicked tone. “i know, i know! we’re not friends anymore and you didn’t want me to speak for you or to you anymore, i know. i’m sorry. i just… i care about you so so much, even if we're not friends. i never approached you after you caught me crying because i pitied you and felt it was my duty to be there for you. th-that was never the case. so please don’t be mad at me, we can go our separate ways after today. just know—“

jihoon grabs your arm, pulling you towards him so he could wrap his arms around you. he cups the back of your head and in a hushed tone says, “it’s okay. i’m sorry. i was wrong. it was my fault. i still wanna be with you. i was just lost for a moment, i’m sorry i hurt you. you didn't deserve to be treated like that by me. i hope you can forgive me even if i don’t deserve it.”

tears brim your eyes as you nod, sniffling. you hope he understands what you were trying to say wordlessly when you wrap your arms around his waist tightly, not wanting to be apart from him again.

jihoon never knew what to say to people, especially when it came to comforting someone. but then came you. and the words flowed so easily.

seven. because i like you

your phone buzzes in your pocket, you glance down cautiously, avoiding getting caught by your teacher. back then you would have never check your phone for anyone else, but you had started to for jihoon. you blame him for being a bad influence on you, but he said you were being a bad influence on yourself.

hoon: i’m in the music room rn. can we talk?

you: yes, please. i’ll be there in ten after my council meeting

you sigh. this felt like deja vu. hopefully, it wouldn’t end up too much like last time you both were in here though.

you turn the knob and pull the door open, making eye contact with a lee jihoon who was sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall.

he couldn’t even say a word as you let go of the door, closing it in your face. you were not as mentally prepared as you thought you were.

moments later, the door swings back open and you speed walk over to him, plopping down on the floor in front of him.

“sorry. i just needed a moment,” you mutter, looking down at your shoes.

he chuckles at your cute antics, “that’s okay.”

jihoon then pulls out a wrapped triangle gimbap in one hand and a yakult in the other, hands both outstretched to you.

you blink owlishly at the two snacks in his pretty hands as he sighs with a slight smile, “it’s for you. i know you didn’t get to buy lunch because your student council meeting just ended.”

when you still didn’t move after his explanation, jihoon just places it down in front of your legs.

“a-ah! thank you, jihoon! you didn’t have to…” you clear your throat, realizing how affected you sounded by his actions.

“i wanted to,” jihoon replies nonchalantly, taking off his jacket at the same time.

you peel back the wrapper of the gimbap with a throbbing heart and smile, also trying to change the subject before you combust, “is it hot in here?”

without a response, jihoon drapes his jacket over your legs, which were also sitting uncomfortably because of your skirt.

you look up at jihoon looking off to the side with timid eyes, “sorry, i shouldn’t have sat on the ground. you can use my jacket for now.”

you punch his shoulder with a giggle, thanking him as he groans.

“since when were you such a gentleman, gosh jihoon.”

he rolls his eyes in a joking manner, “since always, you just never notice.”

“sure sure. anyways, what…. did you want to talk about?”

the light and comfortable atmosphere and banter between the two of you just now had made you completely forget this was the first time you talked to jihoon after the junghyung incident. though it was only two days ago, you were busy talking to the principal and dealing with the whole situation, which left you no time until now to talk to him. which still wasn’t even enough time!

“oh yeah,” jihoon looks up from his lap to make eye contact with you, suddenly in a serious mood, “i just wanted to see how you were. did you get in trouble?”

“mm, yes and no? like principal han was pretty mad, but all those years of sucking up to her did me good because she said she still thinks i’m a good student, i just handled the situation wrong,” you say while trying to peel off the lid of the yakult.

jihoon notices, taking the drink from your hands and poking a straw through it for you…….

was he hiding the straw from you just so he could do that….cheeky idiot. anyways!

“continue?” jihoon inquires softly, handing the drink back to you.

“t-thanks. uhh, i have to make a formal apology to several classes tomorrow morning! i think just the classes in our hallway because those were the ones that gathered to watch us the most, which was so rude by the way?? why would they just stare and record? couldn’t someone get a teacher? ugh, but i also have to do a buuunch of community service this weekend with everyone who hates me now after the whole thing.”

jihoon frowns. he forgot that you defending him that day ended up making your friends distance themselves from you. he can’t help but feel at blame. at fault. did you even have friends anymore?

your eyebrows furrow when jihoon’s expression began to get cloudy and disturbed all of a sudden.

“jihoon? what’s up?”

“i’m sorry,” he replies almost instantly, making you blink in shock.

“i’m sorry that helping me that day made you get on bad terms with everyone. god, they’re your friends and fellow members… you’ll have to see them everyday a-and i made them all turn on you. i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have said anything to junghyung that day. i shouldn’t have let you talk to him. i shouldn’t have—“

you lean forward on your hands, landing a peck on jihoon’s cheek, successfully shutting him up from his intrusive thoughts.

“geez, jihoon… i thought you said you have trouble expressing your feelings! why are you only expressing the negative ones to me??”

jihoon’s cheeks grow and feel fiery as his hand goes up to his cheek, fingers ghosting over where your lips were just a moment ago. the feeling was still there.

not noticing his blushing state, you continue ranting, “even if i knew the outcome of that fight, i still would do it all again in a heartbeat. a heartbeat! i did it because i like you, okay? i wanted to. it’s not your fault, so why would you apologize?”

jihoon’s eyes shoot up to meet yours. “you like me?”

now it was your turn to become shy. did you really say that…?

your heartbeat pounds against your rib age, not knowing what to say. “do you?”

“yes. and i have for a while.”

you nod, managing to calm your heart. you suddenly find your gimbap very interesting now. “good. we’re on the same terms then.” but then you thought about how jihoon remembered you had meetings on wednesdays and never got the chance to eat lunch.

your heartbeat goes wild again. (gosh, him and his acts of service!!!)

jihoon shakes his head with a quiet laugh at your response, “i guess we are.”

sensing how you seemed very overwhelmed with the unexpected confession, which was not how he imagined you would react if he ever confessed (not that he imagined it or anything…..), he decided maybe making another move or establishing anymore between you two would be for another day. for now, he likes you and you like him. that’s enough for the both of you to be on cloud nine.

eight. closest to the heart

today was the day. lee jihoon will be giving you his nametag today because even though you kissed him that day, nothing has been established since you two refuse to talk about it! although you both can tell the other has some sort of interest or feelings for the other, that was all. nothing more, which was enough for a few days. then jihoon got sick of it and wanted to officially be yours.

hoon: music room after school?

you: yes but buy a cola for me this time too please

hoon: of course :)

you: last time you forgot

hoon: no i ran out of money and offered you mine anyways

you: you’re a bad liar

hoon: i’m sorry

you walk into the music room with a bright smile. any bad memories of this room were quickly replaced with fun, heart-aching memories of him. memories of spending all of lunch eating in here, gossiping away at your now ex-friends. memories of watching him in amazement as he composes a beautiful melody with the several instruments in this room just with the talent of his mind. memories of your feelings only growing more and stronger for him.

waiting for jihoon to arrive, you walk around the room, smiling at all the instruments jihoon has played for you. he was so different from you in such a good way. you who only took up extracurriculars for the sake of having something to put on a college application versus jihoon who did non-academic activities just because he genuinely found peace and joy in them. he was so amazing in your eyes. you wish he could see himself the way you saw him.

while scanning around the room, your eyes land on a piece of paper with writing on a table. you raise an eyebrow. barely anyone else comes here and jihoon always comes here with you? or so you thought?

you walk towards the paper, picking it up to read it. instantly, you recognized it to be jihoon’s writing. you have never met a boy with such nice handwriting before until him.

he had made a short bullet point list.

don’t stutter. look them in the eyes. don’t ramble and be straight to the point. be honest. finally, give them the—

a high-pitched yell interrupts your reading. “Y/N!!”

you yelp as jihoon comes speeding at you, swiping the paper off your hands and into his pocket.

he pants, a hand gripping the table as you look at him bewildered.

“jihoon, what the heck?”

“s-sorry, just boy stuff, you know?”

you stare at him with a blank expression, not believing his lie for a moment. “no, i don’t know.”

jihoon laughs awkwardly with gritted teeth, desperate to move on to another topic.

“oh! i have something to tell you! that’s why i asked you to come here today.”

you nod, gesturing for him to continue.

he clears his throat, fixes his posture, and takes a breath.

“y/n. i already told you this, but i want to tell you again. i like you. i’ve liked you since the early days of our friendship when you kept following me around and i tried to make you leave me alone by constantly saying that you ramble too much. that was a lie. well, you do ramble, but i didn’t mind because i do too. i just didn’t know how to deal with such a pretty person wanting to talk to me every day.”

he smiles unconsciously because even the thought of you made him smile. just the thought of you alone.

“i began to like you more when you would come to the music room with me during lunch even when you said your friends wouldn’t stop complaining about it. i liked you more when you texted me good morning and goodnight, when you asked me if i ate, when you wanted to listen to my music, and when you were just you. i don’t think i’ve ever shown my music to someone before, but you’re a special person to me. you will always be a special person to me. and… i hope to be a special person to you as well…”

with a shaky hand, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his nametag. jihoon grabs your hand and places it in your palm, closing your hand around it.

your confused expression sends jihoon into a whirlwind of panic.

“i like you too, jihoon. you’ve always been a special person to me, though.” jihoon falters when you undo the pin of his name tag and attempt to pin it back on his uniform.

“are you rejecting me?”

the absolute seriousness but also slight wavering of his voice makes you nearly drop the name tag.

“what?” you shriek, “of course not! i thought we were making this official!”

jihoon thinks, trying to connect the dots together... nothing’s connecting.

“we are. and i wanna be your boyfriend…but why are you giving me back my name tag?”

you glance down at the his name tag in your hands puzzled.

“i thought you wanted me to pin it back for you. as in like ‘i like you so much here’s the honor of letting you pin my name tag on me,’” when you take in the horrified look on your now boyfriend’s face, you laugh awkwardly, “isn’t that what you wanted me to do?”

“no! oh my gosh, i would never confess to you in such a douchey way. ever. i just…” his words trail off when he realizes maybe you didn’t know what giving a name tag to someone meant. that never occurred as a possible situation in his head. and trust when i say he thought he mapped all the possible situations that would result from him confessing.

“wait, don’t you what giving my name tag to you means?”

you blink twice.

jihoon lets out a sigh of relief and then laughing at your adorable, lost state.

he collects himself, but one look at you makes him melt and throw his arms around you in a hug.

your breath halts when jihoon practically puts all his weight on you, snuggling his head into your neck.

his soft voice makes your body shiver.

“there’s basically this … tradition where a boy gives his name tag to his crush as a way to confess his love because name tags sit close to the heart.”

the wheels in your head begin turning again.

“so … in way, i’m giving you my heart.”

when you response with a sniffle, jihoon pulls back from the hug immediately.

“are you crying??” he looks at you with wide eyes, cradling your head.

you pout, “no, but i might. that’s so cute, jihoon. i love it so much.”

your hand grasps his name tag tighter. he just gave you his heart.

you pull his hand, closing the distance between you two once again.

you lean your head on his shoulder, whispering out five words so quiet so only he could hear, “i love you so much.”

“i love you too,” he responds almost immediately.

you hold in a giggle when you feel his pounding heart as he holds back a quip when he also hears your heart beating erratically in the silence and comfort of the music room.

nine. a love that lasts

“highschool love never lasts.” okay tell that to you and jihoon then.

“are you… crying??”

when those words slip from jihoon’s mouth, a sob escapes your throat.

you hid your face with your sleeve, tears falling nonstop and crying, “you wrote a song for me!”

jihoon gawks at you because he was baffled. were these good tears? bad tears? shocked tears? angry tears??? he should be good at reading your emotions by now! he’s been dating you for seven years now. eight years as of today because it was your relationship’s anniversary! and he's written you several songs before??

he stumbles out of his chair to you as you continue to cry (sob).

“y/n, what-what’s wrong? whatever i did, i’m sorry. it's my fault,” he sits beside you on the couch of this recording studio, rubbing your back comfortingly.

“no, you did nothing wrong at all,” you sniffle, “i just love the song so much. i love you so much.”

jihoon bites his lip, holding back a chuckle. he turns your face toward him with both of his hands, cupping your face so he could wipe your falling tears away with his thumbs.

his hands pause as he squeezes your cheeks. “i love you too. i’m glad you like the song so much. happy 8th anniversary, y/n. thank you for loving me all these years even though i was so difficult and still am.”

you close your eyes, more cries erupting as jihoon dares to laugh at you and pulls you in for a warm, but a crushing hug.

you sometimes wonder how you would’ve survived high school without jihoon. then and now, he has been someone who helped you breathe when things began to get overwhelming. he was your anchor. for jihoon, he was speeding through life, wanting to grow up as soon as possible. that was until he fell in love with you. you made him feel want to cherish his days and live happily. his life had meaning all of a sudden. his days had the motivation to do more. you brought out the best in him.

he now begins to wonder how you’ll react when he pulls out the rings and asks the biggest question of his and your lives. however, he has a feeling it’ll be a good cry as well.

DIRTY LITTLE SECRET. (pjs)

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pairing: lawyer!jay x lawyer!reader. fem!reader. 

WC: 15+k!

au: rivals to lovers, fwb to lovers. forbidden relationship.

genre: smut, crack, fluff, romance, angst if you squint (everything you would find in a rom-com don’t ask me please🥹)

summary: you and your rival during your college years end up starting in the same law firm which has strict dating rules. when your boss wants you to work together for a case, you get to know each other better.

warnings: smut, protected sex, unprotected sex, oral (both receiving), hand job, fingering, sexual attraction, teasing, slight edging, rough sex, slight violence (men fight),  ex! sunghoon (only mentioned) ,heeseung is evil, jake, chaewon(le sserafim) and ryujin(itzy) as colleagues. jackson wang as ceo (lol) (pls feel free to warn me if it needs more!) 

a/n: AHH FINALLY FINISHED! hello everyone and say hi to my first fic ever on tumblr. i hope you all like it and please send your feedbacks because it motivates me and makes me so happy. i hope you won’t regret spending your time on it. thank you<3

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we get along infamously

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Fandom: Monsta X

Genre: Smut, natch.

Word Count: 15k

Pairing: Hyungwon x OC

Trope: Best friends to lovers

Synopsis: Who would have thought that a game of bowling could change the trajectory of a friendship? Then again, maybe that’s been the plan all along…

The Vibe: Dreamboat university best friend Hyungwon, a little jealousyyyyyyyyy, gratuitous falling in love, smut with so many feelings, awkward admission of said feelings, and happily ever after.

A/N: This was inspired by two things, both from the same source: Inssa Oppa, specifically, the man behind the introvert—the Chae Hyungwon I’m dying to call my best friend—as well as that one bowling scene. >.< That viciously up-ended my life. I am not the same woman I once was because of it.

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stars on your ceiling — yang jungwon

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GENRE soulmate au but not really, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, fluff + angst

WARNINGS semi-graphic desc. of injury, knives, derealization?, mc has a father and a mother i’m sorry for heteronormativity ㅠㅠ, mentions of food, swimming in the ocean, calculus…, rly dramatic for ltrly no reason

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LISTEN Can’t We Just Leave the Monster Alive? by TOMORROW X TOGETHER. MIST and INCEPTION by ATEEZ. Butterfly by BTS. Lovers’ Oath by Yu-Peng Chen, HOYO-MIX (i imagine this playing in the background in the mountains).

note i think this fic holds a special place in my heart as the first really long, plot-focused thing i’ve written. it was a very long process, especially since writing coincided with my final exams, but thank u for being patient with me and i hope it was worth the wait! + a huge huge huge thank you to @enhyphoria, @moonsluvr, @yyunari, & @jungwonize for being my beta(reader)s and helping me to edit this fic!! i love and appreciate u all so much <3 

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You feel the cool, slightly damp touch of morning dew against the back of your neck and the prickle of wild grass caressing your arms, so lucid that you almost believe you’d been kidnapped and brought to the middle of some natural reserve as you slept. 

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HONGJOONG ♡ MUSIC BANK INTERVIEW (220805)

Hello Fizzy!!!

I'm here with an idea for ya :)

F2L, Soonyoung confessing his feelings for a friend for the first time - the catch? No one saw it coming, the friend included 😂 Maybe Seungkwan is there and shrieks out of terror when Soonyoung does it? LOL

I'm in my Kwon Soonyoung feels rn (he is 1 of my 3 biases in SVT - I'm not very loyal sshhhh 🥴)

Feel free to do as you please with this idea, and if you're not up for writing it, that's fine too :)

Thank you! 💙

How to Cope with Rejection: An Unhelpful Guide to Protecting Your Friendship / k.sy

pairing: kwon soonyoung x gn!reader pronouns: they/them word count: 5.5k genre: the biggest of idiots to lovers, (accidental) confessions, no like actually everyone in this is an idiot except for woozi, can be read as idol or non-idol, angst if you squint, happy ending warnings: alcohol (reader doesn't drink), soonyoung teases reader for eating fast but thinks it's cute? and it's very short. let me know if there's anything else! note: thank you @twogyuu for the request!!! it was so fun to write and I hope you like it :) kwon soonyoung my absolute beloved

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STEP ONE: Don’t listen to your friends, whether they believe he likes you or not. Outside opinions will either get your hopes up or remind you of how unrequited your feelings are. 

“Have you seen Hoshi?” Seokmin asked you, his arm around Seungkwan’s shoulders to steady himself. “We need to have an emergency BSS meeting.” 

“Seokmin swears he has a good song idea…” Seungkwan explained, glancing warily at his drunk friend, steadying him with a hand to his stomach. “I’m not so sure.” 

“Just tell me where Hoshi is, he’ll understand my vision.” 

You smiled at Seokmin but shook your head. “Sorry, I haven’t seen him for a while. Last I saw him, he was dancing.”

Seokmin whined. “You’re supposed to know where he is! Who’s going to keep track of Soonyoung if you don’t?” 

“Shua?” 

The tall boy perked up, nodding. “I’ll ask him. Let’s go Kwannie.” 

“I’m tired of babysitting you, DK. Let’s leave Shua alone and just hang out here until Soonyoung comes back,” he bargained. “He can’t stay away from Y/n for that long anyway, he’ll be back.” 

Seokmin agreed with the idea and flopped to the floor to give his feet a break, almost immediately closing his eyes to sleep, his head tilting to rest against your leg as you stood against the wall.

“Didn’t you promise to not let him drink much?” you asked, making Seungkwan sigh. 

“I was doing well but I had to pee and when I came back, Jeonghan had convinced him to take a few shots with them.” 

“Of course it was Jeonghan.” 

Seungkwan laughed through his nose as he looked out towards the dancefloor. “Just as I predicted,” he smiled, nodding towards Soonyoung, who was standing in the middle of the room looking around intently for someone. When his eyes met yours, his face lit up and he waved excitedly, excusing himself from the conversation he was in to join you.

“There you are!” he greeted, slinging his arm over your shoulder and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. You laughed and wiped your face on your shirt despite the sudden butterflies telling you to accept the affection. 

“I haven’t moved since you left,” you said. “It shouldn’t have been that hard to find me.” 

Soonyoung pouted but interrupted his own thoughts when he saw Seokmin on the floor. “Kyeommie!” he yelled, dropping to the floor to sit on the boy’s lap and kiss his cheek as well. Unlike the quick kiss he had given you, he repeatedly kissed Seokmin’s cheek with loud kisses until the drunk boy pushed him off his lap. 

You and Seungkwan exchanged looks, your friend’s eyes filled with sympathy and yours expressing slight annoyance.

The thing was, you had a massive crush on Soonyoung, and every time he did anything sweet towards you, he did something bigger and more lovey to one of your friends. 

In the years you grew to know and love Kwon Soonyoung, you learned that he was many things. He was kind, he was talented, he was cuddly, a tad stupid sometimes, maybe a little loud and dramatic, and above all, the most unsubtle person you had ever met. Any emotion Soonyoung felt or thought he had was clear as day to anyone around him. He was the definition of someone wearing their heart on their sleeve.

If he was hungry, you already knew because he listed several places within walking distance that you should accompany him to. 

If he was happy, he wouldn’t stop talking about whatever it was that made him so, sometimes to an annoying extent, but you seemed to be one of the only people who would let him keep talking until he tired himself out.

If he didn’t like someone, it was rare, but his expression said it all, lips turned down and eyebrows pulled together as he eyed the person skeptically. 

If he was tired, you were painfully aware. He was already laying all over you and burying his face in your hoodie or laying on your lap whining to go home or stay still so he could sleep. 

Point is that he couldn’t hide a secret to save his life especially if it was something about himself. He was an open book, and he liked it that way. Sometimes his closest friends knew how he felt before he even did. Not only was he easy to read, he was over-the-top about how he felt.

So, when after years of friendship you still didn’t think he had feelings for you, it was pretty decided by you and your whole friend group that he didn’t like you back. If he did, it would be way more apparent in so many different ways. You had never seen him with a crush on someone, but you were positive it would have been more evident because it was Kwon Soonyoung; he certainly would have been giggling and twirling his hair every time you blinked if he actually had feelings for you. 

But you were totally fine with just being his friend, really. Okay, it kinda sucked, but you loved to pretend it was fine. You had had a crush on him for so long but it was a well-known fact that he didn’t like you romantically, so it wasn’t worth shedding tears over. 

Except maybe sometimes to Seungkwan. 

Everyone in your shared friend group was aware of your unrequited feelings for Soonyoung, but you only really talked to Seungkwan about it. You had mentioned your crush a couple of times to a few others, and it became something they liked to try to joke to you about in front of him and see how obvious they could be before Soonyoung started to catch on. You didn’t like those jokes so much, so you decided Seungkwan was the only one you could openly vent to without being teased every time. 

You often exchanged looks with him every time Soonyoung did anything like cover Seokmin’s face in kisses after giving you one incredibly platonic cheek kiss. 

“Hoshiiiii,” Seokmin muttered, despite excitedly looking for the boy not five minutes earlier. “Off.” 

Soonyoung listened, moving to sit next to Seokmin instead of on top of him. “Wonwoo said you were looking for me?” 

Remembering the reason for asking everyone at the party where Soonyoung was, Seokmin opened his eyes and sat up. “I HAVE A SONG IDEA.” 

You smiled as Soonyoung listened to the drunk slurring, trying his best to follow along with Seokmin’s ideas, which were messy and unorganized and very questionable. Soonyoung was sweet and patient nonetheless, writing down the ideas on his notes app so they could start writing a song the next day, but really he just wrote them down so he could tease Seokmin when he sobered up. 

“Are you ready to go home, DK?” Soonyoung asked, helping the other boy up when he agreed. 

“Wait, did you drink?” you asked Soonyoung, assuming he was being extra affectionate because of alcohol. 

Soonyoung shook his head. “No. Well, I had some water…” 

You smiled and shook your head.

“I’m going to go around and see if anyone else is ready to go home and needs a ride. Watch him to make sure he doesn’t wander off?” 

Seungkwan agreed and waited for Soonyoung to get out of earshot before turning to you. “Can he stop being cute towards you?” 

“I know,” you groaned. “What is wrong with him? It’s like he can’t tell I’m borderline in love with him.”

“Only borderline?” Seungkwan teased, but you elbowed him. 

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” 

Jihoon walked up a few minutes later, hands in his pockets as he leaned against the wall on the other side of Seokmin. “Soonyoung sent me here to get collected to go home.” 

You laughed. “Yeah, so far just you and DK though.” 

“You’re not going home? Soonyoung sounded like he wanted you to.” 

“What do you mean?” 

Jihoon shrugged. “He asked if I wanted to go home yet, then went on a tangent about seeing if you wanted to go home too and watch a movie or have a sleepover with him or something.” 

You felt your cheeks heat up, blaming it on the temperature of the crowded room. “I think I’m gonna stay here a little longer. I want to make sure everyone gets home safe since I know a few people have had a lot more to drink than Seokmin.” 

At the mention of his name, Seokmin stood up and suddenly tried walking away like he just remembered he had to do something detrimental to the safety and security of the country, but Seungkwan grabbed his arm and pulled him back, pushing his shoulder down so he sat again. He obeyed with little restraint.

“I think he likes you,” Jihoon declared simply. 

“Who?” you asked hesitantly, partially wanting to ignore him to keep your hopes down, but also intrigued in indulging in the fantasy that Soonyoung might like you back. 

“Soonyoung.” 

“We’ve all talked about this, Ji. And all of us have agreed that he doesn’t. It would be so obvious if he did.” 

Jihoon nodded and shifted, putting his phone in his pocket and turning towards you. “But… it is kinda obvious. He talks about you a lot.” 

You scoffed, hopes immediately deflated. “He talks a lot about a lot of people.” 

“But, like, for long periods of time. He literally just brought you up out of nowhere and went on a full tangent about hanging out with you without us. It’s hard to get him to change the topic once he starts talking about you sometimes. And he does it so shy like he’s worried we’re annoyed.”

Okay, that was kinda good reasoning. “Still.” 

“He’s also pretty touchy with you.”

“That is definitely not a good argument,” you laughed. “All of you are touchy with everyone. Trust me, I’ve thought about that one. But every time I’m like ‘oooh he had his arm around my shoulder while we walked to lunch’, he turns around and does something like cuddling with Chan for an entire movie.”  

The boy hummed, shrugging. “Just saying what I think. It’s a different vibe.”

“He just kissed my cheek. And then immediately after, he smothered DK with kisses.”

Jihoon shrugged in an ‘I don’t know what to tell you except what I’ve already told you and that is that he definitely likes you’ way. “Again, different vibe.”

“Well, no one else agrees with your vibe checker,” you teased. “Thanks for believing in me though.”

“I’m the biggest Soony/n shipper and even I don’t think he likes them,” Seungkwan admitted. “I mean, it’s Hoshi. He’s so obvious about everything; if he does like Y/n, he would have had to suddenly learn how to keep his feelings inside. Like, there’s no way there would be this much debate and confusion if he did because he’d be obvious, you know?” 

“Wow, way to sugarcoat it, Seungkwan,” you forced out a small laugh and he deflated. 

“I don’t mean it like that–”

“No, I get it,” you smiled, even while your heart was wilting. “I’m going to go check up on everyone and make sure they’re all okay.”

“Y/n–” 

“I’ll see you guys later. Text me when you get home.” 

You walked away, missing the way Soonyoung looked around for you in the crowd with a frown after Jihoon and Seungkwan told him you were staying. He’d have to convince you to have a sleepover and movie night some other time.

STEP TWO: Don’t spend time alone, especially if cuddling is involved. It fuels unrealistic fantasies which are not something you should be thinking about when with your FRIEND.

Soonyoung eventually tracked you down and found a day neither of you were busy to invite you over to hang out. Of course, you agreed. It was difficult to not agree with Soonyoung. 

“Your cooking has gotten better,” you commented as you shoveled food into your mouth. 

Soonyoung laughed at your haste. “Maybe you’re just starving. Slow down, you’re going to choke.” 

You smiled but didn’t slow down. It was good and you were hungry.

“I was going to say I couldn’t tell if that was a compliment or not but judging by how you’re barely even tasting your food before eating it, I’m guessing it’s a compliment?” 

You nodded, wiping your mouth with a napkin. “Big compliment. This is so good. Maybe it’s just good compared to what you used to make.” 

“You’re cute,” Soonyoung giggled, his cheeks filling with color at the praise. “I’ve been getting some of the boys to teach me how to make stuff. They’re good teachers.” 

“You’re a good student.” 

He hid his smile behind his hand, trying to play off how happy the compliments made him by changing the subject. “Do you want more?” 

You shook your head. “I’m full. But it was really good, thank you.” 

He nodded and took your plate and his, bringing them to the sink to clean. 

“Wait, let me help clean up since you made dinner,” you offered, gently pushing him out of the way. He let you, dramatically agreeing that he shouldn’t be expected to cook and clean, all while putting leftovers away and cleaning the counters. 

It didn’t take long after tidying the kitchen for you two to retire to the living room and put on a movie. There was even less time between putting on the movie and him pulling you close to lean against his chest with his arms around you. 

During times like this — with your back pressed to his chest, his chin resting on your shoulder, and his arms wrapped around your waist but his hand still managing to hold yours while you two softly commented on whatever movie you picked — it was easy to forget he didn’t like you.

It felt so real, so sweet, so pure. If it was anyone else, you would be suspicious of the occasional kisses he pressed to your shoulder or cheek. If it was anyone else, the small signs of affection would be enough evidence to convince you the person had feelings for you, but coming from Soonyoung, it wasn’t enough to determine a clear conclusion. It was easy to doubt that his intentions were romantic when he wasn’t his normal emphatic self about it. He was so loud and unmistakable about everything, so why would he be anything other than loud and unmistakable when it came to his romantic feelings? 

In everything, Soonyoung was a hurricane that could disturb entire cities with any slight expression of emotion. 

But this? The soft kiss he left on your ear as he giggled at your joke or the slow, absentminded trace of his fingers over your hand and arm when he noticed you were getting cold? This was anything but outspoken. It was soft, a gentle breeze that shakes leaves but does nothing to disturb the tree. 

Unfortunately, it was easy to pretend when the only lights in the room came from the television and the boy whose smile knocked over every wall around your heart. 

STEP THREE: Try dating other people. Sometimes you just need a reminder that other people are cool too, I guess. 

A change needed to be made. When things don’t work, something’s got to give. In this case, being cuddly with Soonyoung 24/7 was not working. It was more than okay when it was actually happening, when you two would cuddle during a movie or sleep in the same bed or when he would hold your hand while walking to dinner, but the after made it difficult. After all of that, when he would cuddle with someone else or hold Minghao’s hand instead, it made all the good things feel insignificant and meaningless. 

So something had to change. Unfortunately, Seungkwan took this to mean you wanted a boyfriend.

“I don’t want to go on a blind date, Seungkwan,” you sighed as you threw an old sweatshirt onto your bed. 

The blonde boy frowned up at you from your floor. “Why not? I promise he’s nice. And probably your type. He looks a bit like Soonyoung now that I think about it.”

“That’s worse,” you replied, head deep in your closet.  

“What, you don’t like Soonie for his looks?” he teased.

You threw a wadded-up hoodie at his big grin. “I don’t want to go on a date with someone who will remind me of the boy who doesn’t like me back. I meant I needed change as in, like, hanging out with him less.” 

“We both know that’s not going to happen.” Seungkwan pulled the hoodie off his head and set it next to the other clothes you were getting rid of. “Come on, this guy thinks you’re really cute.” 

You looked at him quickly. “He knows me?” 

“He was at our dance practice the other day so he saw you when you stopped by.” 

You thought back to that day, trying to remember the faces of the people you didn’t know. “Which one was he?”

“I don’t remember what he was wearing. Super tall? Dark hair?”

“Super tall? Yeah, sounds just like our Hoshi,” you joked. “What, like, taller than Mingyu?” 

Seungkwan shrugged. 

“You’re so helpful. I don’t want to go.”

“But he was so interested,” Seungkwan pouted. “He literally wouldn’t shut up about you after you left. It was annoying but also kinda cute. He’s probably not a good… long-term boyfriend… but I just want you to go out and have fun and forget about your unrequited love for one night to see that you’re capable of being loved by other people.”

You sighed and sat on your bed, looking down at Seungkwan on the floor. You held out your hands and he quickly placed them in yours, staring up at you with a pout. “Kwan, I know I am. I’ve been in relationships before. I’m not hopelessly in love with Soonyoung. I’m actually so fine with where our friendship is at. I’m content! Let me stay content.” 

He paused. “I don’t believe you, though.”

Good, you thought, that makes you a good best friend.

“You just think anyone is better than Soonyoung,” you joked to postpone your answer. 

Seungkwan scoffed. “Not true. I know we argue a lot but he’s one of my best friends. I’m rooting for you and Soon… but we know that’s not… you know…”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, rubbing the back of his hand as you tried to stop thinking about Soonyoung. 

You thought hard about going on the date with Seungkwan’s friend, deciding it probably couldn’t hurt to go out with this guy. If it would make Seungkwan feel better, it would be worth it. And maybe he was right, maybe it would be fun and help you get your mind off things. 

“One date,” you agreed. 

Seungkwan cheered, taking his hands back to stand up and tackle you in a hug. “Thank you!! It will be fun, he’s really nice and funny.”

“He better be,” you jokingly threatened, making him smile. 

STEP FOUR: Realize dating other people is pointless.

He wasn’t nice and funny. Well, he was, but you couldn’t stop yourself from comparing him to Soonyoung and no one does well when compared to Soonyoung. It wasn’t fair to compare a mere mortal with the epitome of happiness and love, but you didn’t mean to. 

“I never said he was a terrible person!” you defended, pouting as a few of the boys continued to make jokes about your bad date. “I said he–” you groaned, giving up as Jeonghan and Mingyu talked over you to make more jokes at your expense. 

“Was he at least a good kisser?” 

“I didn’t kiss him, we went on one date.” 

“Give him a chance. Maybe his most redeemable quality is his kissing?” Jeonghan suggested, laughing as you groaned. 

“He has redeemable qualities, I just didn’t like him in that way.” 

“What’s happening?” Soonyoung asked, joining the conversation late as he fell next to you on the couch. He opted to shove himself in the small space between you and the armrest instead of anywhere else on the otherwise empty couch, leaving him half on your lap with one leg flung over yours. 

“We’re talking about Y/n’s terrible date,” Wonwoo summarized. 

“I never used the word ‘terrible’,” you corrected. 

“Was it bad?” Soonyoung asked genuinely, eyes full of curiosity as he looked at you. 

“It was fine,” you said before anyone could answer for you. “We just didn’t really click, that’s all.” 

“Wasn’t it that dude who hangs around the practice room all the time?” Soonyoung asked, giggling when Seungkwan nodded. “That guy sucks.” 

Half of the room broke out laughing at the abruptness, but you and Seungkwan looked at him. “What? No, he doesn’t! He’s so nice!” Seungkwan defended. 

“Because all you talk to him about is dance,” Soonyoung explained, “so he always throws around compliments to suck up to you. If you talked to him about literally anything else, you’d see he’s so boring. And has bad opinions.” 

“Hoshi’s just mad because he said he liked bears better than tigers,” Wonwoo teased, making Soonyoung frown. 

“Nooo,” Soonyoung lied obviously. “Partly. Mostly. But he’s also boring. He’s majoring in, like, finance or something.” 

“That’s an honorable field…” you defended.

“I thought you agreed he sucked,” Soonyoung looked at you with a pout.

“Aw, is Soonie jealous?” Jeonghan teased, which was purposefully ignored by both you and Soonyoung (after Soonyoung gave Jeonghan a quick, panicked look).

“I never said he sucks!” you groaned again to Soonyoung’s comment. “All I said was we didn’t click.”

“Meaning he’s boring and you won’t be going out again,” Minghao giggled. 

“Does that mean he should join the ‘Rejected by Y/n Club’?” Soonyoung asked with a playful grin. “I can send him an application.” 

You breathed out a laugh out of habit before processing what he said, turning to look at him. “Wait, what?”

“What? Are there enough people to make a club?” Jihoon laughed. 

Soonyoung shrugged. “I guess it really only takes two to form a club,” he reasoned. “So, yeah.”

“Then who’s the other member?” you asked. 

“Me?” Soonyoung said with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

The seven of you looked at him, silent except for Seungkwan’s small scream he let out before slapping his hand over his mouth and turning towards whoever was closest to him, which was an equally surprised Mingyu. 

Soonyoung’s eyes widened. “What? Should I not joke about that?” he asked you, worry all over his features. He feared he crossed a line, worried there was an unspoken rule to not talk about his unrequited crush on you.

“What are you talking about?” you asked quickly after the initial shock. 

“Because… you’ve rejected me?” he looked around at everyone hitting each other’s arms or giggling or smiling. “Like, because you don’t like me back? Why is everyone looking at me like that?” His cheeks were tinged with pink embarrassment, or perhaps nervousness from being the center of attention. 

“Because that’s a weird joke, Soonyoung,” you brushed off, cheeks warming at his confession but convincing yourself it was a joke of some sort. You would have known if he made a move before because everything he did was done with obvious intent, and you would have never knowingly rejected Kwon Soonyoung.

He sat up, keeping his leg on you but looking more alert. “You shouldn’t feel bad for rejecting people, that wasn’t what I was saying. If you don’t like someone, then you don’t like them–”

“No, I meant it’s weird to say that I’ve rejected you,” you said awkwardly, trying to explain yourself without giving away your feelings. “You shouldn't joke about liking people.” 

The room filled with awkward tension, everyone but Soonyoung knowing your feelings while Soonyoung tried to understand what was going on.

“But… you have rejected me…” he persisted shyly, cheeks glowing red when you snapped your head to look at him. “And… I do like you?”

Minghao and Wonwoo simply looked up quickly with big smiles but Seungkwan gasped loudly, following his shock with, “Hoshi! You WHAT?”

Jihoon shushed Seungkwan, pushing the younger boy’s face but had a huge grin of his own.

“You like me??” Bewilderment didn’t begin to describe your emotion at the implication of Soonyoung’s – the boy you liked for years – words. "As in, like, like me like me? Romantically? Not just in a friend way?"

“I’m so confused. I’m not… did you not know that?” Soonyoung looked around the room quickly. “Did… none of you know that?” 

Your brain felt fuzzy and confused, trying to process what he was saying. For the first time in all the years of knowing him, you weren’t sure what Soonyoung was thinking or feeling or doing. It was terrifying. 

Others, like Minghao who was giggling or Jeonghan who was full on laughing, found the situation to be a little more entertaining than scary. 

“Can someone please say something? I’m so lost,” Soonyoung begged, looking mostly at you but occasionally letting his eyes flick to someone else in search of answers. 

“Are you being serious?” you asked softly. 

Soonyoung looked at you, eyes concerned and desperate but focused on you like you two were the only ones in the room and possibly in the world. “Yes,” he replied equally soft. 

You just stared at him with your jaw hung open slightly, eyes wide. He had to glance behind him cautiously to make sure you hadn’t spotted a ravenous lion ready to pounce. 

“Wow, look at the time,” Wonwoo coughed loudly, looking at the other friends in the room. “We have that thing we need to do, right guys?” He stood up and pulled Seungkwan up with him, who protested immediately. 

“No, I need to watch this unfold!” Seungkwan cried, eyes still wide and frantic with pure shock. “Do you know how long Y/n has liked Soo–?” 

Mingyu covered Seungkwan’s mouth with his hand and started pushing him towards the door. 

“No way, this is better than TV,” Jeonghan giggled as he continued looking at you (still silent with shock) and Soonyoung (still wildly embarrassed). After seeing even Minghao stand up and Wonwoo’s pointed look, Jeonghan groaned and followed the others out of the room.

“Sorry for the timing,” Jihoon started, leaning down to whisper to you even though you didn’t react, “but I told you so. Never question my suspicions ever again.” 

The door closed behind the five of them, leaving the room eerily silent and tense. 

“Right now would be a great time for you to say something and let me know I didn’t just mess up our entire friendship,” Soonyoung mumbled, taking his leg off of yours in fear that the contact was making you uncomfortable. 

“I–I just…” you stumbled, shaking your head to get your brain back in line. “I’m trying to understand… you like me back?” 

“Back?” Soonyoung emphasized, before letting out a breath. “Well, that’s a good sign…” he mumbled. 

“Yes, back,” you laughed, finally feeling your lungs fill with air again. He looked up at the sound and smiled. “I had no idea you liked me.” 

“How? I’ve been so obvious. Even the boys have been obvious, always making jokes about me liking you and stuff. Like, Jeonghan just did it when he teased me about being jealous.” 

“Soon, they make those jokes because they know I like you and are trying to tease me. I promise you no one knew you liked me. Except for Jihoon, but he was only suspicious.” 

Soonyoung frowned. “Really?” 

“Yeah. Why would you just assume we knew? Did you ever tell anyone that you liked me?”

“Well, no,” he admitted, pouting as he thought. “But everyone always tells me how obvious I am about my feelings. You guys know how I feel about things before I even do sometimes. So I assumed you could all tell this too. I didn’t even try to hide it…” 

“You assumed wrong, idiot,” you teased, nudging his thigh with your knee. “You can’t just assume things like that.” 

“What about you?” he asked. “Why didn’t you tell me you liked me?” 

You paused and gave a nervous smile, realizing your hypocrisy. “Okay, I might have… also assumed some things…” 

He laughed, urging you to explain. 

“I know you’re expressive… so I figured – well, we all figured – if you liked me, we’d be able to easily tell because we always… know what’s going on in your head...” 

Soonyoung laughed again. “You can’t just assume things like that,” he mimicked, making you laugh.  

“We’re stupid.”

“The stupidest.” 

You grinned at him, a new feeling blossoming in your chest now that you could stare at him without worrying you were being obvious. 

“So you just never talked to anyone about me?” 

“I did to Jihoon a lot, which is probably why he thought I liked you.” 

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Seungkwan and Jeonghan with their faces smushed against the window that looked out into the hallway, trying desperately to eavesdrop on your conversation. You laughed and shooed them away with your hand but they shook their heads until Wonwoo and Minghao came back, dragging them away by their collars. 

“I guess that one guy has to be alone in his club now, huh?” you sighed. “Seeing as I never rejected you in the first place.” 

“To be fair, there were some times that I was incredibly obvious and you brushed me off and that feels the exact same as rejection. I literally cried one time when I got home because you– never mind. I won’t get into it.” 

You looked at him quickly with guilt, your heart falling at the news. “What? I’m so sorry, I never meant– I probably brushed you off because I was too nervous to flirt back and worried about being obvious–” 

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he reassured softly, reaching out and grabbing your hand. “Just thought that me being affectionate all the time was a pretty big indication that I liked you…” he joked. 

“Okay, but that was almost always followed by you being affectionate with someone else. So it was hard to see that as anything but platonic unless you have crushes on everyone.”

“I don’t, I don’t,” he laughed. “It’s only you. So hopefully now if I kiss your cheek or ask you to cuddle with me, you won’t think it’s just me being friendly.” 

You smiled widely, cheeks warming. “I won’t. I bet if you kissed me right now I wouldn’t think you’re just being friendly either.” 

“So hasty,” he teased. “Not even a date first?” 

“We can go on a date but I’ve liked you for so long and have wanted to kiss you so many times and now that I know you like me I–” 

Soonyoung cut off your rambling by pecking your lips, pulling away before you could even process what happened. You smiled and grabbed his face, pulling him back gently to kiss him properly. It was a little too much, Soonyoung suddenly being the center of attention for all your senses. You suddenly knew what his lips felt like on yours and what he tasted like, which was endearingly reminiscent of oranges. Both of you were too giddy and happy, breaking the kiss not long after. 

“This is too much. I’m too overwhelmed,” Soonyoung admitted softly with a small laugh.

“In a bad way?” you asked. 

“No. Never in a bad way,” he said, giving you one more quick kiss. “I just need to finish processing the fact you actually like me back before my brain will be okay with making out with you. Baby steps.” 

You laughed but agreed, dropping your hands from his face but letting him take your hand in his. 

“But how about a date?” 

STEP FIVE: be glad your friends were rooting for you, but plan revenge to get back at them for profiting from painful years of pining

Despite all your friends believing that Soonyoung didn’t like you back, a few of them had bets going on relating to when, how, where, and why one of you would confess. As soon as word got around to the others that Soonyoung admitted he had a crush on you, people started paying up. 

“I was so certain Y/n would confess because they got sick of being friend-zoned,” Mingyu groaned, handing Seungcheol money. 

“I honestly just randomly guessed Soonyoung would say it thinking everyone knew. I just knew it wouldn’t be Y/n first so I came up with a complete shot in the dark,” he admitted with a loud laugh. 

“That makes it so much more annoying.” 

“Does this mean you two are going to be even more sickeningly cute than usual?” Hansol whined, watching as you wrapped your arms around Soonyoung from behind while he helped Jun cook for everyone. 

“Yup,” you said. “Get over it.” 

“I’ve never been happier to tell someone a second date isn’t going to happen,” Seungkwan smiled at his two best friends. “That guy asked me if you had said anything about him because he wants to ask you out again.” 

“He sucks!” Soonyoung, Wonwoo, and Jeonghan shouted together, making you and everyone else laugh loudly. 

“Tell him to back off,” Soonyoung said, turning around to hold you in his arms like he was protecting you. 

“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t have said yes even if you didn’t accidentally confess to me.” 

Soonyoung rolled his eyes but couldn’t fight his smile. “That’s reassuring.” 

summer's end (j.yh)

summary: sequel to summer nights -- he’s your best friend and roommate, and the lines are starting to get pretty blurry between casual sex and emotions.

note: 18+ content, minors DNI. // i genuinely could not get the idea of these idiots being super in love and never talking about it and just being generally dumb about it, the rest is just self indulgent boyfy yunho. please enjoy x

warnings: best friend!yunho, fem!reader, and they were roommates, oral (f receiving), fingering, cockwarming (kind of?), rough sex, impact play, marking/bruising, emotional sex, angsty sex, dirty talk/use of pet names, praise, dacryphilia if you squint, classic big dick yunho, idiots miscommunicating and arguing, also super fluffy emotional soft smut - it's really a mixed bag here. please let me know if I missed any.

pairings: yunho x reader

genre: college non idol au; seriously shameless smut, angst, hurt/comfort vibes, fluff

word count: 7.7K

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It starts off with a bet, again. It was a challenge to each other nose to nose in the kitchen, several drinks deep with the last heat wave of summer bearing down and keeping you both distracted and wearing next to nothing.         When you found out he was counting the number of times he’s successfully made you come since your first experiment two months prior, you decided he was being just a little too full of himself and you needed to make things interesting. What you didn’t anticipate is where you’d be now, and how hard it would be to win said bet.

Yunho is relaxed against the headboard, sitting fully up at an almost ninety-degree angle. You’re straddling him, legs wrapped around his waist and locked behind him, his cock buried inside you, stiff and warm. He tenses his abdominal muscles, making his cock twitch inside you and you bite your inner cheek to keep from making a sound. His expression is smug, playful and cocky, the tip of his tongue pressing into his cheek. He squeezes your hips with his large hands, his thumbs caressing the crease at the top of your thighs.

“I can do this all day,” he smiles, and tenses again.

You shift your hips the smallest amount and sigh a low exhale through your nose, “So can I,”

“Mhm,” he nods, “sure you can.”

“I don’t know,” you take the opportunity to pull his t-shirt that you had been wearing over your head and toss it aside. His eyes flick down to your now bare breasts, nipples pebbled and hard, and you watch him swallow and blink before looking back up to meet your eyes. You stretch above him, running your hands through your hair and pushing it back over your shoulders, moving your hands down your chest to cup your own breasts and give them a subtle squeeze.

“Tease,” he shakes his head.

“That’s kind of the point,” you nudge him in the ribs.

“Mm,” he’s barely listening, he slides one hand over your stomach to splay his fingers wide, carefully flexing them and noting how from thumb to pinky finger he covers the full expanse of you. He pushes you with his hand a little, silently communicating that he wants you to lean away from him and you do, reaching back with one hand to brace on his thigh.

He runs his hand up from your stomach to your chest, passing down again slowly over your sternum, fingertips tracing your curves until he’s low and brushing over your pubic bone.

“Let’s make it more interesting,” he says while he touches you softly, “instead of first to move loses, how about first to come?”

Your eyes widen at his suggestion, “You’ll lose though,”

“Wow,” he rolls his eyes, “that’s overconfident of you,”

“You’re so easy though!” you exclaim, “I’m always the one that needs some warming up,”

“I’m pretty sure I can hold out,” he smirks again, “plus, you forget I can feel how wet you are. You’re warmed up.”

“What do I get if I win?” You divert him, pushing off his leg to come back to a normal sitting position before leaning closer to him and resting your arms around his neck.

“Movie night, all your choices,” he offers.

“And if you win?”

“You finally let me teach you how to play Valorant,” he insists, “and you have to actually give it a try, not just watch me replay it.”

“How many movies?” You clarify.

“Three,” he offers.

You grin, “Deal,”

“First to come loses then,” he quirks an eyebrow, shifting to hold out a hand for you to shake.

You laugh, rolling your eyes again, but you accept his hand, giving it one firm shake and putting on your most serious expression.

Once you return the hand to his chest, he sighs, “Finally, now come here,” he tugs your arms and brings you closer, capturing your mouth. His arms wind around you, one around your back and the other slipping down low over your hip and under your ass to hold you firm. He bucks his hips, thrusting his cock deeper into you and groans against your mouth.

“I knew it,” you murmur between kisses.

He shuts you up with a harder kiss, hungry, his hands roaming over your skin and pressing on every little spot he’s learned you love.

“Come here,” he breaks away, pushing you backwards again and dipping his hand down again to massage your clit in tender circles with the rough pad of his thumb.

A coil of pleasure wraps tighter inside you, and you sigh, “That’s good,” you tell him, “but you know I never come like that,”

“Wrong,” he shakes his head, pressing a little more firmly with his thumb.

The added pressure makes you moan, soft and breathy, “What do you mean, wrong?” For all the times you’ve had sex, you rarely come from fingering alone.

“I’ve figured it out,” he smiles, holding your gaze, “you come the easiest when I’m inside you, all you need is me to stuff you full and then it’s like clockwork.”

You sputter at his words, the crass frankness doing nothing but adding to the growing needy sensation inside you. When you don’t respond and he realizes you’re flustered, he grins, “You haven’t noticed?”

“Noticed what?” You clench your muscles down on his cock and his eyes slip closed for just a moment as he relishes the sensation.

“All you needed,” he says, pushing off the headboard and gathering you in his arms, shifting so that he’s cross legged under you and sinking his cock as far as it will go inside you, “was something my size to get you just right.”

You rock your hips, dragging him in and out softly, “Yunho, you’re incredibly full of yourself,” you tease him, even though you’re pretty sure he’s right.

One of his hands comes to the side of your face, his fingertips along your jaw, bringing your gaze to him. “You know what I think?” He says, and his thumb catches against your bottom lip, “I think these other boys weren’t fucking you right.”

A deep spike of heat lances through you at his words, and he smiles when he feels your muscles contract around him. He slides his hands down to cup your backside, easily pulling you up and down again on his hard length and you can’t stop the broken little moan that bubbles up from inside you. “I think,” he continues, moving one of his hands to cover your lower stomach again, “you needed to feel something here.” He presses down firmly with his fingers and rocks his hips, building tight heat inside you.

“Fuck,” you stammer, “when did you get so mouthy?”

“I don’t know,” he grins and pulls you in for a kiss, dragging his tongue along yours before breaking the lip lock and leaning his forehead against yours, “you make me insane, y/n, I swear to God.”

“Yeah?” You kiss him sweetly, nuzzling against him and running your hands along his back, up to his soft locks.

“You know you do,” he murmurs, “I can’t get enough of you,”

The way he maneuvers between dirty talk and soft, borderline romantic, assurances always puts you in a dizzy spiral. Every time you slept together it was getting harder and harder to stop wanting him, even now you find yourself daydreaming about it, the life you might be able to have together, but you know for him it’s just sex, practiced safely within the bounds of your quarantine bubble.

“Yunho,” you sigh against him, pulling him as close to you as you can, every inch of available skin you can press together you do. The light buzz you were feeling earlier is wearing off, but that doesn’t stop you from feeling emotional now. Dipping your head into his shoulder you kiss him softly and rest here.

His arms wind tighter around you, his hand running up and down your back soothingly, “Hey,” he murmurs, “is everything okay?”

“Yeah,” you exhale against him, but stay hiding out of his direct view, “I’m good,”

He turns his head slightly, pressing his cheek against your head, “Would you tell me if you weren’t?”

“Yeah,” you nod, one of the first real lies you’ve ever told him.

“Okay,” he strokes your back again, “but you seem… off all of a sudden.”

You pull away, meeting his eyes and giving him another kiss, “It’s nothing, sometimes it’s just a little overwhelming,” you tell him, and that at least is honest.

“Intimate,” he nods, stroking your face with his thumb softly, his hand cupping your neck, “I get it,”          

“Yeah?”

He nods, holding you close and kissing you tenderly, “Yeah,” he shifts again, maneuvering you down to your back on the bed, his cock never leaving you as he rolls on top of you and sinks further down, gathering you close in his arms, “you let me do anything to you,” He thrusts once and you can’t help but arch against him, “I let you do anything to me,” he thrusts again.

You grip his broad shoulders, wrap your legs around him as he presses into you. He kisses you again before murmuring hot against your skin, “we trust each other,”

You nod against him, “Yeah,”

He stops moving his hips, leaning back from your face and smoothing back your hair. He grins, cheeky and playful once more, “You’re so soft for me, look at you,”

He makes you laugh, of course he does, and you swallow down the tender moment, locking it away somewhere far deep inside you. You’d analyze that later, the way that the feeling of him filling every space of you and confessing tender words made your stomach twist. The lines are getting blurry and messy, but right here when he makes you laugh, you push it away and refocus.

“Please,” you peck a kiss against his face, run teasing fingers down his sides, “you’re the one who’s soft for me.”

“Probably,” he smirks, quirking an eyebrow and jutting his hips sharply to push his cock deeper inside of you again.

“Fuck,” you manage.

“Can’t take me?” He pulls out at least halfway before snapping his hips into you again.

You keen, gripping him for purchase, but keep your head clear. If he’s maneuvering this back to the bet, at least you could focus on that and winning to keep your mind off the way his eyes turn soft and tender sometimes when you come, the way he croons praises against the hollow of your ear when he pushes you over the edge into an orgasm, the way he calls you baby, sweetheart, pretty, his girl.

Blinking clear you push up on his shoulders, “Yunho, get off,”

“What?” he looks down at you, confusion all over his face.

“Get off me,” you gesture with your head, and he pulls out and off you immediately.

He’s not an easy man to manhandle, being so much taller and broader than you, but you slide over to the side and push his shoulders again, to get him to lay down on the bed. He realizes after a second that you’re just trying to switch positions, and his expression clears, he chuckles as you push him into the position you want. You push the pillows off the side of the bed, and he lays perfectly flat against the mattress, his long legs spread out and touching each corner of the bed, one hand comes to prop up his head.

“What’s this?” He teasingly asks.

You straddle him immediately, hovering your entrance over his stiff cock, letting the head press gently into your hole, “You had your turn.”

“I didn’t know there was a time limit,” he says, but hisses when you start to drop down on him.

His eyes are glued to the spot where you connect and the way your body takes him, his lips parting softly. “Just be quiet,” you hush him, shifting up and down his length.

“You need to focus?” He murmurs, but you clench your muscles around him intentionally and he lets out a broken pant.

You secure your hands in the center of his chest and start to work your hips, swiveled circles into a smooth pace. The feeling of him is perfect like this, touching every deep soft part inside of you, but you know for him it makes him crazier. He can never get enough of you on top, the sight alone of you bouncing up and down above him enough to get him close, let alone the sensation of your tight channel around him.

“Like I said,” you tease him, “you’re too easy.”

He’s about to respond, but you shift a hand on his chest and pass your thumb directly over his nipple. His eyes screw shut, and he groans, you know that if you work him just right you can get him there. You lower yourself down, shifting so you can still bounce your hips, and gently pass the tip of your tongue over his hardened nipple.

“Jesus,” his hands grip your hips hard, and you smile against his skin, darting your tongue out again to flick it, this time much more firmly. He shifts his legs, coming to plant his feet flat on the bed, his knees up behind you so he can thrust himself into you at the pace he needs.

With one hand teasing his left nipple and your tongue teasing his right, it’s a matter of moments. You moan against him, tensing your muscles again, and shift to look up at him as best you can in this position, “Yun,” you pant, “please, baby, will you fill me up?”

His hips stutter, his pace faltering and his mouth drops open, “Oh, fuck,”

“I need it,” you double down, “Yunnie, please,”

At your intentionally wanton moan his hands on your hips shift and he pulls you up and off him, his hands pushing yours away from his chest and maneuvering you to hover above him. He’s panting, a sheet of sweat on his forehead and you can feel how tense he is beneath you, but he caught himself just in time. You think for a moment that he might have a retort on the tip of his tongue, but instead he just pulls you forwards, “Get the fuck up here,” he directs, and drags your body up his.

You’re not sure where he’s going until he shimmies down between your thighs and buries his face into your wet heat. The sudden intensity has you reeling, and you collapse forwards, gripping the headboard for support and trying to hold yourself up above him.

 Yunho devours you like he’s starving, his tongue moving from pressing inside you, to running the length of your slit, focusing precise flicks and sucks against your clit. Pleasure bubbles in your belly and you try to move off and away from him, but his hands lock down firmly over your thighs and force you further down against his mouth. He pushes your body with his hands, rocking you against his mouth, his nose bumping perfectly against your swollen clit.

“Yunho,” you grit your teeth and try to ignore the desperate vibrations of pleasure rolling up your body, “Fuck,”

He chuckles against you, working you harder and barely taking a breath. His hands slip around to palm the soft flesh of your ass, squeezing expertly and surely leaving bruises. One of his hands caresses the softest part, massaging it gently, before his hand lifts and drops down with an expert spank before returning to massage the spot. You shudder out a moan, feeling your thighs shake around him.

He breaks away from your clit for just a moment, taking a breath, “That’s what you really sound like,” he punctuates his remark with another slap, “that’s what I want to fucking hear.”

You choke out another moan, and he delivers another slap, firmer this time and you can feel yourself tense and jump above him.

“Baby,” he spanks you once more, “look at me.”

Your eyes fly open, and you look down between your legs. You can only see the top half of his face from where he’s buried beneath you, against you, but you can still tell he has a grin on his lips from the way his eyes crinkle up, pleased with himself. He delivers a sharp lick to your clit and slaps you once more, “I want you to watch me make you come,” he says, palming your ass again tightly, “keep your eyes on me.”

You have half a mind to listen, bet nearly forgotten as he returns his mouth to your swollen clit, his eyes open and locked on yours, his hands tight and holding you to him. When you rock your hips involuntarily, chasing a particular strike of pleasure that runs from your clit to your chest, he moans against you, pushing your hips to have you rock again.

When your eyes flutter shut, he delivers a punishing slap, and you refocus your eyes on him. You’re painfully close, you want to will your body to move, keep him from winning, but when one of his hands slides further around you to push two fingers inside you, everything is forgotten.

One of your hands drops from the headboard to wind into his hair, pulling on him gently as you rut your hips softly against his tongue, his fingers pistoning in and out of your wet aching heat at a punishing speed.

“Yun, please,” you cry out, “please let me come,”

His pace doesn’t slow, and when your body can’t take anymore, it tips you over the edge. The sound that leaves you is desperate, a panting sob as you rock against his mouth, gripping his hair a little too hard as your mind blanks out. You collapse over him, lifting away from his face as you hold the headboard for some semblance of support, your body shaking.

He presses a soft kiss to your inner thigh before sliding out from underneath you and coming to settle behind you, pulling your boneless body back into his arms, “Feel good, baby?”

“So amazing,” you confirm, but as he wraps his arms around you, you can still feel the way your clit is pulsing, and you’re desperate and hungry for more.

“I think,” he murmurs into your hair, his hands coasting across your slick skin, “this means I win.”

“Yunho,” you shake your head, “I don’t care,”

“What?” he looks down at you in his arms.

 "I’ll play whatever game you want for however long, I don’t care,” you reach back and grip whatever part of him you can find, holding him against you, “I need you to fuck me right now.”

He grips you tighter, “Yeah?”

“Please,” you arch a little in his arms, “I have to,”

He doesn’t answer, but moves back on the bed, dragging you with him before tipping you forward onto all fours. His hands do all the work, shifting your body into the position he needs. He presses down on the center of your back and makes you arch for him before pushing your knees apart a little wider.

“You want me?” you feel the head of his cock press into you, just an inch or two.

“Now, now, please,” you’re delusional, panting, pressing back into him.

He sinks himself inside you, pressing in and staying still for a few moments, letting the thick deep feeling of him wash over you again. At this angle he is torturously deep, almost too much to take, and he knows it.

Yunho collapses down over you, forcing your hips down towards the mattress, and he tugs one of your legs up so that you’re bent at the knee, opening yourself up wider for him. “I’ll never get tired of this,” he groans, pumping into you slowly and kissing the side of your face that is turned towards him.

A whine slips through your lips, your hands tightening on the sheets beneath you. He smiles against your skin, panting, his hands running up and down your sides as he rolls his hips into you. “No one takes me like you,” he whispers hot against your ear.

You moan, reaching back to touch any part of his skin that you can, your eyes shut tight as he works you up to your second orgasm.

“Fuck,” he breathes, slowing his pace for a minute, “I’m too close, give me a second,”

Your eyes flutter open, in your periphery you can see him pressed against you, his forehead against your temple, a smile on his face. “Too good?” You murmur, teasing him.

“You know it is,” he laughs, and shifts so he can capture your lips. It’s an uncomfortable position for a kiss, barely logistically possible, but you don’t care. He kisses you with passion, like he always does, his hand caressing your hair and ghosting down your shoulders, tongue dipping into your mouth and letting you taste yourself on him.

He breaks away, sighing against you and letting you settle your head back comfortably on the mattress, but he keeps his head close to yours, his mouth by your ear again. He starts to rock his hips faster again, isolated snaps downwards into you like he just can't help himself. Yunho groans against you, “All I want,” he kisses your ear, “is to feel you like this forever,”            

His words make you clench, and he continues, “Would you do that, sweetheart?” He croons, brushing your hair away from the side of your face and neck with his free hand so he can kiss your skin, “Would you let me have you like this forever?”

“Please,” you stutter out, but the intimacy of his words rushes over you. The feeling of him stretching you deliciously, filling you and brushing against that tender part inside of you, and his whispered words send you spiraling.

“God, I,” his hand tightens on your hip, “love this, love your body, look at how you take me,”

The word love against your ear does it, emotions swimming up again and making this harder and harder. You twist beneath him, hiding your face in the sheets, letting the curtain of your hair come down and conceal you so he can’t see the way you blink back the sudden rush of tears. You can’t take much more. “Harder,” you choke out, needing him to give you space, needing to feel him everywhere and push these thoughts away.

His upper body lifts away from you, “Is that what you want?” He thrusts into you to punctuate his words, hard and deep.

Your legs are shaking, breath nearly knocked out of you, and you nod, frantic and wanting, “Harder, please, harder,”

At your cries, he obliges. Yunho shifts positions, his forearm across your shoulders, forcing you harder against the bed and his other hand bracing on the mattress beside you. Every deep push of him inside you has you coming apart at the seams, pleasure hot and tight inside you, the sound of skin connecting on skin with every downward snap of his hips.

He’s muttering curses, panting, sweat across his brow, and he moans when you clench down around his length before managing, “Let me see you, baby,”

You’re biting down hard on your lower lip, forehead safely tucked into the mattress, tears still in your eyes though you’re not sure if they’re from his whispered tenderness or the sharp pleasure radiating up your body. Either way, you can’t face him. “Harder,” you beg again, “Yunho, please,”

“God,” he chokes, his pace faltering, “baby, if I fuck you any harder, I might literally break you in half,” he laughs lightly and pulls up and out of you completely, repositioning.

“I don’t care,” you shake your head, pushing your body back up to all fours and arching deep to open yourself up, “I’m so close, I need it,”

He uses his fingers to help guide his cock back inside you, tugging your hips back to sink in completely. “That’s what you want?”

“Yes, please,” you press your body back into him, begging him to pick up the pace. You’re past wanting him to be soft, past wanting him to be funny. You want him to pull you apart, to push any thoughts out of your mind, to make impossible to feel anything but him.

Moments ago, you weren’t sure if he could go any harder, any faster, but the pace he’s setting now is relentless. The sound is lewd, your choked moans, his heavy breaths and pants, skin connecting, the bed creaking, the wet sound of you abused core.

At a particularly sharp thrust you collapse forwards with a cry. He winds a hand into your hair and pulls you up to steady you, but his hand doesn’t leave your scalp. “Let me see you,” he asks again, but this time he takes control, pushing your hair off your face and into his hand.

“Don’t stop,” you beg him.

“Are you close?” he manages.

You try to nod, constricted by his hand in your hair, and he yanks you up, far enough that your hands can’t reach the mattress anymore. He holds you suspended, one of his large hands coming to hold you by your stomach and keep you up, the other in your hair, and he leans back to perch you on his hips. The loss of control ties the knot inside you tighter, the sound of his broken breath and the feeling of his hands on you brings you right up to the edge.

“I’m,” he starts, and you feel his hand across your front tighten. The hand in your hair slips, and for just a moment you feel like you’re going to fall forwards, but he wraps his arms around you, pulling you tightly against his chest. He holds you with a bruising grip, thrusting recklessly upwards as best he can from his position on his knees. He bites down on your shoulder when he comes, desperate and hazy, his release hot inside you.

He barely recovers before he’s pressing a hand between your legs. He doesn’t pull out or shift positions, just secures his middle and ring fingers to your clit and starts to circle them, harsh and quick. The tip over the edge is immediate, your body spasming without control as you arch against him, your nails digging into his forearm and thigh. Your head is back against his shoulder, his lips at your ear again, “There she is,” he pants, his fingers never stilling to help you ride it through.

The sound that leaves you is broken and somewhere between a cry and a moan, tears rushing hot down your temples, your legs shaking. “That’s my pretty girl,” he soothes you, slowing his hand once he’s sure you’ve come, easing you down before removing his hand entirely and instead just holding you against him.

As you blink your eyes open you can feel that you’re both shaking, bodies slick with sweat and weak from the exertion. Yunho’s breath starts to even out, and he kisses the side of your face, humming pleasantly, satisfied. The ringing in your ears from the hardest orgasm you’ve ever had starts to fade, and your brain starts to connect with the whispered words against your temple.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, stroking your skin, “I love watching you come,”

You don’t respond, you can’t. He recovers enough to lift you off him, before he slides out from under you and collapses into the sheets with a deep exhausted sigh. He looks up to you, eyes expectant, and you know he thinks you’ll just cuddle up to his chest, fall asleep like always, but you don’t. You get off the bed, legs weak but still working, and head straight to the bathroom, shutting the door tight behind you. You throw the sink on high, letting the sound of the water hopefully muffle up the tears that are bubbling back up. This night had started out fun, cooking in the kitchen, sharing a bottle of wine, traded jabs loaded with innuendo and hasty kisses. In the middle somewhere it turned into a different kind of wanting.

It takes a few minutes to recover, but when the sudden rush of tears fades, you take a few deep breaths and resolve to go back. It wasn’t really his fault that you were falling in love with him. After the first time, you had convinced yourself so perfectly that you could compartmentalize it, that the feelings you had for him were because you were friends, and friends cared about each other, but you were never very good at separating sex and emotions.

You finish up quickly, using the toilet, splashing cold water on your face, and wrapping your hair up into a bun. You pull on your robe that hangs on the back of his bathroom door and tie it tight around you. Your hips hurt, your legs are weak and sore, and you’re glad the robe covers the bloom of bruises on your thighs. You finish cleaning yourself up and pull the door open to step back into the bedroom.

Yunho’s sitting on the edge of the bed, boxers back on, his elbows resting on his knees and his eyes downcast. When he hears you reenter the room his head snaps up, “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you nod, a little confused, “why wouldn’t I be okay?”

He looks instantly relieved and reaches for you, “You disappeared and didn’t say anything,”

“I just wanted to get cleaned up,” you tell him, and that’s not entirely untrue. You move across the room to him, where he reaches out to you and let him pull you into his arms.

He’s gentle now, his hands softly holding your hips, massaging little circles into them through the fabric of your robe. “I wasn’t too rough?”

“No,” you shake your head, resting your hands on top of his, “no, it was good,”

“Okay,” he turns his hands and intertwines your fingers, leans forward and presses a kiss to your chest where the robe is parted, “come here then,”

“Yunho,” you say, with no real plan, you just know that getting back in bed with him and letting him hold you is going to break you in two.

He looks up at you, squeezes your hands and furrows his brow, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you assure him.

“So come to bed,” he tugs your hands gently to coax you forwards but you don’t move.

“Yunho,” you shake your head, dropping your eyes, your voice small. Maybe it was now or never, maybe you could say it and your friendship would survive it. Maybe you could go back to being roommates, friends and nothing more. You swallow tightly and meet his eyes, “I think we should stop.”

You weren’t prepared for the look of abject panic that crosses his face, “What are you talking about?”

You break your hands apart, stepping away to get some distance, “I think we should stop having sex,”

“What just happened?” he says, standing and crowding you again, taking your face in his warm hands, “What’s going on?”

“Nothing’s going on,” you shake your head, taking his hands in yours and pulling them away from your face.

“I mean, something’s going on,” he interrupts, reaching for you again, “because twenty minutes ago we were having some of the most intense sex of my life, and now you’re saying let’s stop. So, either I hurt you and you’re not telling me, or something’s going on with you, and I’ve got to be honest I’m really hoping it’s the latter.”

“You didn’t,” you assure, but keep him at arm’s length, “Yunho, I promise.”

He looks you over head to toe and nods, “Then tell me why you won’t come to bed,”

Tightness builds in your throat, but you push it down, “I just... I thought about it, and I think we should stop fucking around.”

When you look back up to him, his jaw is set tight. He shakes his head, “Is that what we’ve been doing? Fucking around?”

“What?”

You’ve never seen him so worked up before, and he locks eyes with you to ask again, “Is that all we’ve been doing, just fucking around?”

“I don’t understand,” you manage.

“We spend all day together, we eat dinner together every night, we have sex every day,” his brows are knit tight together, confusion all over his face and he keeps going, “you’ve let me do things to you I can’t spell, we sleep together every night, and we wake up together every morning. That’s fucking around?”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying your understanding of casual sex must be really skewed, because I’ve never done any of those things with a hookup.” He pulls away from you, crossing the room so he can grab a t-shirt and throwing it on over his head. He’s frustrated, the muscles in his arms jumping when he grips his fists tight for a second.

“I’m confused,” you confess, “you said you wanted us to help each other out since we’re trapped in quarantine,”

“I know what I said,” he fires back.

The last thing you expected was for him to react this strongly and to start a fight. You’ve never had one with him, you’ve only ever seen him ruffled by a video game and even then, he doesn’t look half as pissed as he does right now. “Yunho,” you drop your voice down soft, “I didn’t mean to upset you,”

“Upset me?” His eyebrows shoot up, “No, you’re just making it perfectly clear what you think. I just didn’t realize,”

“I should have waited to say something,” you look down, “I just don’t want to ruin us, our friendship.”

“Our friendship,” he repeats.

You look up to meet his eyes, “Yeah, I just,” you flounder, “I know it’s always been important to you, and I just think we’ve been blurring the lines, and I,”

“The lines are well past blurred,” he interjects, “I just didn’t know you cared this little. You could have fooled me.”

“This little?” You take a step forward and he takes one back, a hand out to tell you to back off, that it’s not the time, “Yunho, I care about you so much, you know that.”

“Tell me,” He says, “with the other men you’ve fucked around with, was it like this?”

Tears spring to your eyes as he twists your words back on you and you blink furiously to clear your vision, sweeping the fallen ones away with the sleeve of your robe, “Was it like us?” You clarify.

“Yeah,” he nods. He opens his mouth to say more, but shuts it again, holding his tongue.

You shake your head, “Nothing’s been like us,”

His relaxes and he sighs, “Then tell me, just be honest with me. What changed? From twenty minutes ago to now.”

Blush heats your cheeks, and you sniff, swallowing back more tears. You reach for him but don’t move forward, an upturned palm asking him to come just a little closer. He rests his hands in yours and waits, not coming any closer. “It’s,” you don’t know where to look, but when his gaze softens, and his thumb runs over your knuckles you meet his eyes. You try again, “Somewhere in all of this it started to feel real for me,”

“What?” His hand stills.

“I’m sorry,” you can’t help the tears that spill over now, your stomach in knots, “I tried to separate it, I really did, but it started to get twisted in my head and I can’t help how I feel. You’re amazing, and my best friend, and I should have stopped us a long time ago before I felt this way, but I couldn’t.”

He drops your hand and your heart plummets, “y/n,” he blinks, taking in a breath.

You can practically feel the soft let down, and you wonder if he’s ever had to do this before. It hurts, you realize, far more than you thought it would. You interject quickly to keep his words at bay, “It’s okay though, honestly. It just turns out I’m not as good at casual sex as I thought, and I mean, we live together and we’re in each other’s space so much, of course it’s hard. To be fair to me though, you didn’t help either, always calling me pet names during sex and being so sweet,”

“y/n,” Yunho says, a little louder, this time, “how exactly do you feel?”

“What?”

“You said you should have stopped before you felt this way. What way? Tell me,”

“Oh,” you exhale slow, and your stomach flutters as you try to find the words, “Before I wanted you like this,” you explain, “before I fell in love with you.”

Now, with it out in the open, you feel like you could hear a pin drop. Yunho grins wide suddenly, an immediately laugh on his lips as he steps towards you, “I can’t believe you,” he crowds your space, pushing you back towards the wall suddenly, “you are such a fucking idiot sometimes,”

Your brain is firing a mile a minute, but everything clicks off when he presses his lips to yours, his hand cupping your head when he pushes you into the wall. He holds you tight, pulling you up on your tip toes while bending low to kiss you. When he breaks to take a breath you push him backwards, “What are you doing?”

“I can’t believe you seriously just tried to break up with me because you love me,” he dips in for another kiss, but you dart out from under his arms and spin to face him.

“Don’t make fun of me,” you warn.

“I’m sorry,” he throws his hands up, still grinning and you can’t understand the incredible stark tonal shift between how angry he was a moment ago to now.

“Wait,” the wheels in your head start turning, things clicking into place, “what do you mean break up with you?”

“Maybe I should have been more clear,” Yunho takes a step towards you, “I didn’t want to just fuck around. I don’t want to just fuck around at all. I want you, entirely.”

“Oh,” your breath leaves you in a rush.

“I thought it was obvious,” he continues, “and I should have said something, but I thought you knew. I mean we’ve slept in the same bed for two months, and I’ve never not woken up without you in my arms, I thought you knew.”

“I didn’t,” you say quietly.

“I’m in love with you,” he says simply, his eyes shining, crinkled upwards with his smile, “so when I say want you forever, I mean with me.”

“You love me,” you repeat, turning the words over in your mouth, knots in your stomach releasing.

“I do,” he steps into your space, reaching for your face again, “I love you and I can’t believe you just tried to break up with me.”

“You could have told me we were dating,” you grin.

“God, come here,” he pulls you up into his arms, locking his lips on yours and squeezing you tight. He stumbles forwards until he finds the edge of the bed and tips you both down onto the mattress, situating himself above you again.

“Yunho,” you mumble into his mouth when he moves his hand down your hip to your inner thigh and pushes it to the side to open you up to him. You can feel him growing hard again against you and you break the kiss, “again?”

“I can’t help it,” he peppers kisses down your jaw, your throat, nipping softly across your collarbones, “you said you love me,”

“Yeah,” you sigh, threading your fingers into his hair, “I really, really do.”

“Then I need you,” he shrugs, and starts to part your robe.

“Wait,” you stop him.

He looks up to you, expectant, waiting.

“Let’s take it a little slower,” you squeeze his hand, “I’m pretty sore already.”

He nods, but you see him thinking. He pulls the tie on your robe free, opening up the fabric and he looks over you. Your thighs are bruised, your hips too, and he softly passes his hand over them. “Why did you want me to fuck you like that?” He murmurs.

"Hey,” you shake your head, tugging his hand to pull him back up to your face, “I liked it, I asked you to. I’m just sore, that’s okay,”

He nods and kisses you soft, his wide hands running over every inch of your skin. You sigh into his mouth when he pushes open your legs a little further and runs his fingers softly down your slit to check you. Yunho presses his middle finger inside of you, softly brushing along your walls with his fingertip.

“Yunho,” you murmur against him, “come here,” you tug at the waistband of his boxers, and he kicks them off, tossing his shirt over his head too.

He eases over you slowly before helping you position your hips right and starting to push inside you again. Your hips ache in their tilted position, but it’s a good ache, the familiar stretch of him warm and welcome. He’s watching your face carefully, clearly a little hesitant after being so rough with you earlier, and you wrap your legs around him to urge him deeper.

“Yun,” you murmur, brushing your fingers through his hair, “I’m good, I want you,”

“I just want to take care of you,” he murmurs, stroking your cheek.

“I know,” you pull him towards you, bringing his length to fully seat inside you. “I love you,” you tell him, now that you’re flush against each other, nose to nose and sharing the same breaths.

He smiles, kissing each cheek, your forehead, your lips, the tip of your nose, “I love you too,” he murmurs, “you’re my girl,”

You nod against him, “I’m all yours,”

Yunho starts to roll his hips, slow and easy and your body responds instantly, getting wetter with every little thrust and your overstimulated clit sparking with pleasure where it catches against him softly. He dips his tongue into your mouth, sliding against yours and deepening your kisses, his free hand cupping your breast and brushing his thumb over your stiff nipple.

“Oh,” you sigh pleasantly into his mouth, your fingers tightening on his back.

He works you quietly, softly, every stoke inside you and brush of your nipple adding pressure to the heat low in your belly, bringing you closer and closer with every move. He holds you to him, your body soft and pliant for him. He rolls against you, sucking softly against the pulse point in your neck and you arch up, the shifted angle of his cock inside you now massaging your g-spot steadily with every rock.

“Please,” you whimper against him, “just like that,”

“Right here?” he rolls again, delivering a pointed flick to your nipple and you tense up, body locked with pleasure.

“Please, more,” you duck your head into his chest, letting your eyes slip closed as you focus wholly on the warm stretch of him inside you and his hands caressing your skin.

He gathers you closer, holding you against his chest and bracing himself with one forearm against the mattress. He cups your head, fingers sinking into your hair, his lips against the top of your head. He picks up his pace a little, chasing his release just as much, and curses softly into your hair.

It only takes a moment more for you to spill over the edge, holding him tightly and arching up in his arms, your lips pressing against the bare skin of his shoulder. As your muscles contract down on him, he falters, rutting his hips quickly and bringing himself up and over the precipice. “Come, baby,” you urge him on, stroking his back.

He moans softly, clutching you tightly as he comes, filling you again, whispered words against your skin you can barely make out. The gentle wave of your orgasm has passed, leaving you hazy and warm, and you lean back into the sheets.

“Don’t go anywhere this time,” he slides his weight of you and nuzzles you with his nose, kissing you lazily and pleased.

“I’m staying right here,” you assure him, letting him pull your back to his chest and wrap around you.

“I’m never letting you go,” he sighs.

“We’ll have to get out of bed sometime,” you tease him softly, letting your eyes slip closed.

“That’s a tomorrow problem,” he reaches to the side and grabs the edge of the comforter so he can drag it up over you.

You cuddle into him and the blankets, your skin chilled from the air conditioning unit passing cold air over your sweat slick skin. He sighs, his hand coming to rest on your chest, his thumb stroking soft and even patterns into your soft flesh. “Yunho,” you murmur and he hums in response, though you know he’s rapidly approaching sleep, “I love you so much,”

Now that you’ve started to say it, you can’t stop, and neither can he. The giddy rush of the early days of love sending butterflies through you. He shifts, bringing his lips close to your ear, and he presses a kiss there before saying, “I love you too,” His voice warm and low.

He gives you a squeeze and you sigh into his embrace, letting your body relax wholly into him. You won’t be able to stay awake much longer, but as the thought enters your mind you have to ask, so you softly shift your hand into his, “So I guess you’re my boyfriend now, hmm?”

“I was your boyfriend two months ago,” he says, squeezing your hand, “you just didn’t know it yet.”

a/n: thank you to everyone who left me extremely kind messages on the first part to this two-shot, summer nights. i love writing for non!idol yunho so much, so this one was very fun. feel free to drop me an ask if you have any requests <3

♡ RESIDENCE CHECKS — NISHIMURA RIKI

riki x reader | wc : 1.8k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, crack-fluff, college au

"we are going to have a residence check soon. y/n, you are going to be so busy."

jinny laughed, watching you as you fell back on your bed, groaning as you thought of the mental stress you were going to go through.

your dorm residence, 12b, was a residence that had the most notorious batch of college students. it was a co-ed residency, so other than the countless hookups and relationships within the residence, there were many rule-breakers as well.

most of the restrictions were the usual ones; alcohol, tobacco products, drugs, explosives, guests, weapons. then there were the sorta ridiculous restrictions like; bicycles, hoverboards, skateboards, pets, mini fridges and so on.

now this was where your dorm kinda broke all the rules.

being the suck-up to the residence assistant, mr kim, you were notified of every restriction the students in your residence hall broke. only because they knew you would save their butts. and you always did your best in that area — because if the ra knew your dorm broke those rules, it would result in every single one of you facing the punishment.

do together, die together — that was your dorm saying. except none of you knew that meant serving punishments together as well. not until the time mr kim caught a few cigarettes in a dorm. but lessons were learnt, although not fully.

the students still broke the rules, but had fool-proof hiding spots or coverups for them. which were always given by you because these kids went against the rules only after consulting with you. you were practically a deity in residence 12b — and it was only a matter of time until all the dorm residents came to worship you as they asked you for help.

you took a deep breath, entering your mana zone as you tried to keep your calm. there was a knock on the door and jinny turned towards you, wordlessly asking if you were ready for your consultations. with a simple nod, jinny went to open the door, and you almost felt weak in the knees as you saw literally everyone in your residence in front of your door.

after sorting out everyone's issues, you were about to return to your room when you heard high-pitched barking from a dorm. oh, no. not a damn dog. you ran out to the hall, eyes widened as you saw riki trying to calm down a frantic dog as it ran around the hall.

"nishimura riki! what is bisco doing here?!" you yelled, crouching, so the dog came running towards you. "you didn't tell me about bisco!" you picked up the animal, glaring at riki.

"i know, i'm sorry," he apologised, taking bisco from you. "my parents went on a trip and wanted me to take care of him. they are supposed to come today, but their flight got cancelled. i don't have anywhere to keep him." he pouted, using his cute card against you.

you whined, running your fingers through your hair in frustration. "wait, so the barking complaints we got were from bisco?! but everyone told me we didn't have a dog in the residence!" you frowned, crossing your arms over your chest.

"i know, i told everyone not to tell you."

"riki!"

"i know, i screwed up. but in my defense, i thought my parents would come before the residence check."

just as you opened your mouth to scold the male, jake came to your side, looking worried. "look, as much as i love to see you guys sort this out, i think you two should hurry because mr kim is just coming around the corner," he blurted, sending you into panic.

you immediately took bisco from riki's arms, handing them over to your best friend, jinny. "keep him in the bathroom with you. play some music and have the water running," you quickly spoke, pushing her into your dorm. "if we get out of this without a problem, you have a serious debt."

"i know, i'm sorry. i owe you a big one."

"stop saying 'i know'! argh, it's driving me crazy."

"i–" riki stopped midway, pretending to zip his lips as he stood in front of his dorm room. "got it, i'll shut up."

like jake had informed, mr kim came into the residence a few seconds later, sporting a smile that let everyone know he meant business. if i find any restricted items or broken rules, you all are screwed, his smile meant, and everyone visibly shuddered, not wanting to feel his wrath.

"y/n? long time, no see. how's your assignments going?" mr kim greeted, having a soft spot for you — just like every other staff in your university. "i heard one of your works at the exhibition last month. meaningful as always. let me know if you need anything," he spoke as he walked into the dorms, a junior from your major following him.

you followed him, wanting to keep an extra eye out for your dorm residents. "ah, the assignments seem to only keep getting harder. you should really tell your wife to calm down. professor kim is going to kill us at this rate," you joked, causing the elder male to laugh. "we are having a flea market soon, though. i hope you hold on to your words, because i will need a lot of help."

"of course, y/n. you are my wife's favorite student, as well as my favorite resident. i'll keep my word, only if you promise for some good food stalls at your market."

"it's a deal, mr kim."

you joined in on the search, letting mr kim point at the places he wanted to inspect while you did it for him. there were a few reckless slipups here and there, but you covered them expertly, engaging the male in a random conversation to distract him.

after the whole thing was over, mr kim stood at the end of the hall, while the residents stood in front of their dorm rooms. you shut your eyes tightly, grimacing as some students from the other residencies came and stood next to mr kim, having smug smiles on their face.

you recognised them immediately, realising they were residents from 7b. the residence that got caught for breaking rules the most. since your residence always got away with the checks — even though almost everyone knew your residents weren't goody-two-shoes — they were trying to pick up dirt on your residence; to get all of you in trouble.

"these residents from 7b came to see their friends here a few days ago. and they said they heard barking noises. they came on other days as well, and they apparently heard the same barking," mr kim announced, and you felt your eye twitching, gaze darting towards riki. "so, is there anything you'd like to tell me?"

there was pin-drop silence in your hall, except for the noise from the others. you bit onto your lip nervously, feeling uneasy with smirks you got from the 7b residents. you are screwed this time, their smiles screamed.

mr kim cleared his throat, nodding. "guys, just fess up now, and receive a lesser punishment. there's solid proof that there is a dog in this residence, so just tell me," he threatened, voice lowering as his eyes darkened. "don't make me conduct a residence search with your seniors. it's going to be worse." he was serious about it, and no amount of jokes could get him to a chill level.

taking a breath and clearing your throat, you raised your hand, praying to whatever deities that existed to save you and your residence from this mess.

"y/n, what is it? do you know who it is?"

"it's me, mr kim."

"you are the one hiding a dog? it's yours?"

there were shocked and confused gazes on you, while you avoided most of them and shook your head. "no ... i'm the one who barked. i'm sorry, i didn't think it would be a big issue." you bowed apologetically, feeling embarrassed.

"i'm sorry, what?"

"jake told me riki was feeling homesick since he came from his parents' house." you pointed at the two males, giving them a look, threatening them to play along. "i knew riki missed his dog too, so i thought maybe barking like bisco would help him feel better."

half the residence hall tried their best to stifle their laughs, while the others broke out with no shame. your cheeks went red in embarrassment, breathing in as you calmed your mindset. i'm doing this for the whole of 12b. just taking one for the team, it's alright. mr kim covered his mouth, turning away as he didn't want you to see him laughing.

"but that's not possible. it really sounded like a dog," a 7b resident whined, trying their best to get your residence in trouble. "mr kim, they are lying." they took out their phone, holding it out as they played something for everyone to hear.

bisco's high-pitched barks were heard clearer than day, and you turned to riki — once again cursing with your eyes as you thought of a way to explain yourself.

"that was me. you have it on recording too." you politely raised your hand, pointing at yourself. "i ... i can ... i can show you," you mumbled, turning the other way as you tested out your voice, trying to match the pitch with the recording you just heard.

and you barked. in front of a whole dorm residency, you barked. a residency full of fifty to sixty students, and you barked. in any other situation, you would've boasted about your music major, complimenting yourself on mimicking the exact voice.

but no ... not today.

your face turned a deeper shade of red, unable to believe what you just did as you stared at riki in disbelief.

the male covered his mouth, tears filling his eyes from the struggle to contain his laughs. "mr kim ... that really sounds like my bisco." he held his breath, avoiding your gaze as he went over what just happened.

mr kim turned towards the residents, gesturing to you as he spoke. "well ... i guess, we found the dog. no offence, y/n! you are a music major, and you use your vocals so well, it's amazing," he quipped, giving an encouraging smile to make you feel at ease. "okay, that's all. good job, everyone. you can get back to your dorms."

as the residence assistant left, you felt your knees go weak, heart clenching as your whole residence laughing at you repeated in your head. just like you had countless times during the inspection, you turned towards riki, sending him the most threatening glare you could muster.

"you better run, nishimura riki. you are a dead man when i catch you."

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Will you marry me?

Pairing: Seungkwan x reader

Synopsis: Seungkwan was finally going to propose to you, but you decided to have the same plans without knowing what he had planned. Somehow, you end up fighting about who proposes.

Genre: fluff, comedy

Warnings: none that I can think of.

Word Count: 5.7k~

Authors Notes: I feel like I’m compensating for how dirty the last smut I wrote about Seungkwan is. I’m ngl. I enjoyed writing this!! I tried to make it connected to the first one I wrote while still letting it stand alone. Let me know what you think!

I do not know why my posts sometimes do not show up on the tags 😣

April 13

“How long have you been together again?” Mingyu asked Seungkwan seriously while he scanned mood board your boyfriend graciously made for his planned proposal. It was easy - 1) take y/n to Jeju, 2) go-to see the sunset on the spot where he realized he was in love with you, and 3) propose - or that is what it seemed like to Mingyu. Seungkwan overthought every detail like when to go to Jeju, what to wear, what time to leave the accommodation, what the traffic situation will be like on certain days. EVERYTHING.

“5 years, 10 months, and 18 days,” his answer was obviously a result of the overthinking he had been doing for the past week. He has felt like this since he had the realization that you’re the one he wants to spend the rest of his life with - you handed him slices of oranges while he was busy burying himself in work and woke up from time to time just to make sure he was doing okay. There was nothing he wanted more than the proposal to be perfect. 

Mingyu furrowed his eyebrows. “Maybe I’m not the best person to ask if this will be perfect, but I know I want to be there to take photos,” he suggested to Seungkwan, and Mingyu was right. He’s an idiot. If Seungkwan really wanted the proposal to be perfect, he would have to ask someone like Joshua. Quickly, he made the call to Joshua to come over and see the board he made.

“Can you come over tonight? I need help. It’s an emergency,” Seungkwan said all in one breath after Joshua picked up the call. Thankfully, he agreed, but only because he knew Mingyu was around to cook any meals he had in mind.

It was helpful for Seungkwan to finally see another perspective on his plan for the proposal. Joshua threw ideas in rapidly about what he thought you would like. You don’t like flashy things, and you would definitely love to see something simple and straightforward. Seungkwan’s elaborate plan to lead you to sets of your favorite items that will end with him during sunset was too much. 

A simpler plan was laid out in front of Seungkwan written on sticky notes: 1) invite y/n for an anniversary vacation to Jeju, 2) tour around Jeju, 3) go to Sarabong Park, and 4) propose to y/n. Under the second sticky note included several spots with activities Seungkwan and Joshua thought you’d enjoy doing - cafe hopping, sightseeing, and picture taking. They obviously didn’t forget to include inviting everyone to congratulate you and Seungkwan when you finally say yes.

—

April 14

“You’re quiet,” you pointed out the loud silence from your boyfriend who would do anything to entertain you at any given chance, “is something wrong?” Seungkwan looked at you slowly as he tried to keep in mind what he was thinking deeply of. 

“No,” he quickly answered and then mumbled, “nothing is wrong. I’m just thinking … about work” You didn’t buy it, but there is nothing to worry about with Seungkwan. He wouldn’t do or think of anything that is alarming, you thought to yourself.

Seungkwan’s act of holding your hand while he thought deeply of whatever he was thinking about was enough to assure you that everything was alright. He stayed silent for long intervals within the night, but you let him because it might just be one of those days when he didn’t feel like talking much.

There were 44 days left until your anniversary, and Seungkwan only had a mood board prepared. He nibbled lightly on his fingernail with the proposal in mind. The lack of an engagement ring was also a problem to him because he couldn’t find the right one for you. 

“Do you want to go to Jeju for a vacation on our anniversary?” Seungkwan said out loud. “It falls on a Wednesday, but you could use the week off,” he added. You hummed in response to let you know you were going to think about it, but you were also glad to assume this is what he was thinking about. 

“Is this what you’re so quiet about?” Seungkwan stayed silent. “I think I can ask for a leave on that week. Do you miss your family?” you asked to make sure he was really okay. The silence he had for the past few hours made sense with the homesickness he could have been feeling.

“I always miss my family, y/n,” he chuckled, and this assured you of your assumption. It had been a while since he came home, and the idea of the trip to Jeju was always pushed aside to make room for other plans.

—

April 20

Seungkwan made preparing for the trip easy for the you because he liked to make sure that everything was secure. It’s one of the things you love about him. He always took charge in planning because he thought about everything, and it was to your advantage. With your leave secured, the trip to Jeju on May 24 - 27 was all set. Seungkwan’s mom was also gracious enough to allow the two of you to stay there during the vacation, and this was one less service to worry about and pay for.  

What you didn’t know didn’t concern you, so every other thing Seungkwan paid for in preparation for his proposal flew over your head. With 37 days left till the proposal, it was driving Seungkwan insane that the rest of the boys haven’t confirmed their attendance to his proposal - he’s relying on them to preparing the location. 

You also left the planning for the spots for sightseeing to Seungkwan because he knew the place better. You were more than sure that he would choose the right locations that you would enjoy. “Do you want to go visit the cafe I used to work in?” Seungkwan asked while he was going through tourist websites on the other side of the room, and your approving hum gave him the go-signal to put it in your itinerary. 

“Can we have a rest day while we’re there? A staycation at your house, maybe? I want bond with your mom. She is, after all, my mother-in-law,” you watched Seungkwan freeze and turn red as he turned his head slowly towards your direction. “What?” he said in horror of what he just heard. He felt like you read right through him and knew exactly what his plans were. You repeated your question slowly while laughing. “Why do you look like that?” you added going towards him and giving him a hug from behind. He stuttered trying to tell you that you may have a rest day, but his mom is not your mother-in-law yet. In response, you kissed the top of his head repeatedly while endearing how flustered he got over the idea that you brought up being married one day. 

—

April 21

It was a slow day at work, and the mood felt right to bother Chan during work. You walked over to his desk to hand him a small candy with a note saying, “Lets take a break! -y/n.” He smiled at it before turning around to see you.

“C’mon!” you led him to the break room. Thankfully it was nearly empty, and it gave the two of you the privacy you were hoping to have for the little chat between you and Chan. There was a small nook in your workplace that you loved going to for a quick break, and that’s exactly where you went.

You took a seat and leaned your head back. “Today has been boring. Do you have any stories you could share with me?” you snapped your head back up to look at Chan across the table. 

“I arranged my paperclips instead of working today,” Chan suggested as a story to tell you on the boring day. “I also finally organized my files on my computer,” he hunched his back as he gave up trying to tell you something interesting.

“Is that all you got?” his silence answered for him. “I’m looking forward to my trip with Seungkwan to Jeju next month,” the sentence makes Chan’s brows raise. He knew the plan and that he had to be there to see you get proposed to. “Yep! It was a bit sudden for him to bring up, but I’d be more than glad to see his family,” you smiled at the idea. 

“Are you going to bring me back some souvenirs?” Chan teased you. “I’m going to miss you while you’re there. I won’t have someone to bully when I get bored,” this made you slap his arm hard. The audacity of this man to ask for souvenirs, and then admit that he bullies me on his free time, you thought to yourself. “No. I won’t buy you souvenirs. How dare you,” you teased back at him. 

As your laughter with Chan died down, you gave him a serious look, “do you think he’s going to propose to me?” This surprised Chan because he didn’t think you’d ask something like that out of the blue. 

“Maybe? He is the type to settle down.”

“I know, but we’ve never had the conversation about it. I teased him about it yesterday, and he got so flustered. It’s like he didn’t want to entertain making me a part of his family.”

“C’mon, y/n. That man loves you to bits. Maybe he just didn’t expect you to say that,” Chan said softly to assure you. He knew deep inside that you’ll say yes with all your heart, and that Seungkwan knew the best time and place to propose to you.

—

April 24

Seungkwan specifically asked if he could stay home while you were out grocery shopping because he said he wanted to rest. With the amount of work he had, you didn’t even question the request. The man spreads himself thin with how passionate he is with his job.

While you were out of the house, he invited all 12 of the boys to come over and discuss the proposal. “Here’s the plan, on the afternoon of the 26th you will go to Sarabong park. I need all of you to set the scene. clean it up if you have to. Make sure to bring the bouquet I ordered. To whoever is holding it, please hand it to me when y/n says ‘yes.’ Mingyu, DK, please take photos. I really want to remember this moment forever,” Seungkwan begged his friends. 

“Question,” Vernon raised his hand, and Seungkwan addressed him by looking directly at him. “What do we do while you’re proposing? Do we just hide?” It was a valid concern because hiding 12 people is no joke. 

“Yes, you will hide. I don’t know where, but please make sure you are not visible when we get there,” he was serious because seeing any of them would be a dead giveaway about the proposal. Having them present after the proposal, however, means the world to Seungkwan - his best friends sharing the moment he turns into an engaged man. 

Everything seemed to be falling into place with the accommodation and the flight of the 12 all set. It was just a matter of how it will turn out on the day itself. “Please leave as soon as you get a snack,” Seungkwan motioned to the dining table full of snacks. “I don’t want y/n catching you here. Chan, stay over,” he demanded everyone. 

“Why?” Dino raised his eyebrows and pouted in confusion. He had to be there to explain the ordered snacks when you arrived. He also knew you best, so if there was anything Seungkwan wanted to know, it was Chan that he needed to talk to. 

Seungkwan being Seungkwan, he responded to Chan by saying that he just needed to be there. They both watched everyone leave, and it was only then that Seungkwan finally asked Chan, “do you think she suspects anything?” This makes Chan burst into laughter because he could feel the nervousness from Seungkwan.

“She asked if I think you’ll propose to her in Jeju. It’s a little predictable. I mean that’s where she first met you, and it’s your 6th anniversary soon. It’s about time you get married,” he chuckled. Seungkwan took a deep breath and looked at Chan intensely, “please, make sure you do not slip around her or give her ideas about proposing to me because she is the type to do so. I was so worried when she brought up my mom being her mother-in-law.”

Just in time, you parked your car in the driveway and called out for Seungkwan to help you with the groceries. He immediately got up and told Chan to keep his lips shut about the proposal. As the two opened the front door, you were surprised to see Chan, but it was nothing new for him to come over randomly. 

May 1

The day of the proposal was less than a month away - 25 days. Seungkwan watched you do chores around the house while thinking vigorously about the lack of the engagement ring. You’re the type to skip on flashy jewelry, and Seungkwan overthought about that every time he went out ring shopping.

You would occasionally smile at Seungkwan when you looked towards his direction while you were busy tidying the place up a little. There was no reason for you to do so, but you liked to keep the place clean in case anyone decided to make a surprise visit to your place. Seungkwan sweetly smiled back at you, but something was clearly bothering him. 

“Everything alright, hun?” you asked after you had the chance to finally walk by him. You cupped his cheek with your left hand and guided him to face you. He snuggled his face on your hand and closed his eyes to let you know that he loved what you were doing. He stayed silent, but it was enough to know that he didn’t want to talk about it yet.  “Okay, I’ll ask you again later,” you smiled at him and kissed his cheek before continuing your tasks. 

Seungkwan immediately remembered this diamond ring he saw last week. It emitted the same feeling he felt every time he felt your love for him. It was simple, direct, and just right. The small diamond was the perfect size. It also was so elegant with the simple design that it had. It took him long enough to realize that you didn’t need anything special to know that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you.

—

May 14

You invited Chan out for dinner with you in the nearby mall from your workplace. Your question a few weeks back consumed your day, and you needed Chan to talk you out of it. “I know you know something I don’t,” you glared at the man across the table while you shoved food in your mouth.

“What do I know?” he raised his eyebrow at you. He was playing too cool for someone who has 1-on-1 time with your boyfriend. You had to take terms into your own hands. “I’m going to propose to him,” you blurted to get a response from him.

He nearly choked after hearing you say that you’re proposing to your boyfriend. “TELL ME,” you jokingly raised your voice at him, “IS HE GOING TO DO IT?” He cowered to avoid answering the question. I know why he won’t budge, but I want him to.

“I don’t know, okay??” he looked believable, so you settled down. “Will you really propose to him?” he asked seriously. You shrugged in response, but you were certain about going into the next phase of your relationship with Seungkwan. The almost-6-years of relationship was enough to prove to you that this man you love so much is the one you want to spend the rest of your life with. It’s 2021. I should stop waiting for him to propose to me.

Chan gave you a long suspicious look waiting for you to tell him what was going through your head. You gave him the same look for a few seconds until you broke. “FINE! I wanted you to come with me today to number 1, tell me if Seungkwan has any plans and number 2, take you ring shopping with me if he isn’t,” Chan slapped the table repeatedly and you could literally hear an audible “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” from him. “STOP LAUGHING! I’M SERIOUS! I’M GOING TO PROPOSE TO HIM IN JEJU… because it seems like he isn’t planning to. If he does, thats on you for lying to me,” you glared at him. 

It felt impulsive of you want to propose to him a little over a week till your anniversary, but you had to take terms into your own hands. You knew Seungkwan well enough to know that things like this would make him really anxious, and this is no amount of stress he’s willing to go through if he’s not ready.

“You’re going around with me,” you got up and waited with your arms crossed for Chan to get up. He rolled his eyes at you before getting off his seat. Time flew by while you looked for a perfect engagement ring for Seungkwan. Buying a ring for a man was an experience you never thought would be so different from the ones you saw in shows. 

You were certain that it had to meaningful, so you thought about relating it to the day he was welcomed by your friends. “What if I relate the proposal to him being officially part of our family? I know he was when I welcomed him to you guys as my boyfriend, but this secures his spot. It will be like a real welcoming ceremony,” you chuckled at the idea. 

“It’s not a bad idea, y/n,” Chan nodded his head. “How will you execute it?” You explained it could easily represent you and your other 12 friends by having the numbers 1-13 in Roman numerals around the ring to Chan. It sounded perfect, and all that had to be done was for it to be made. Luckily, with additional fees, it was doable within a week. The custom ring would take a week to be done, and this was enough time for you to think of your execution of the proposal. 

Meanwhile, Chan watched everything in amusement because he knew about Seungkwan’s proposal while he listened to you decide that you will propose to Seungkwan impulsively. 

——

May 17

You hopped into your car after work and made a chat for you and your friends to start a group call on. “Hello?” you said after your phone stopped making that ringing sound indicating that someone has answered your call. It was Cheol. “Yes??” he asked, but you could hear that others have joined the call. “I can’t check who else isn’t here because I’m driving home, BUT I’m proposing to Seungkwan on our anniversary on the 26th. I also went ring shopping with Chan already, and all I need you guys to do is be there with us.” The call was dead silent. “Okay,” Jeonghan replied quickly, and everyone followed his signal with an approving response. “No questions?” you asked worriedly. How could they agree so quickly like that? 

“I think we can be there for you. How are you going to propose?” Wonwoo continued the conversation to save themselves from getting in trouble with Seungkwan. You explained to them how you haven’t thought the plan out, but you had an idea of what you wanted for Seungkwan. Thankfully for Seungkwan, Cheol took over the conversation by pretending to make plans with everyone on how they could make it to Jeju for your proposal. 

It was all set. 

—

May 24

It was the day of the trip, and both Seungkwan and you had your engagement rings hidden within your luggage. The flight was at 8 AM, and you had time to spare since the excitement of the trip got to the both of you. “I’ll go get us some drinks,” you stood and smiled at Seungkwan. It was 7 AM, and Seungkwan was probably craving for some caffeine already. You ordered two iced americanos and headed back to where you left your luggage. As you handed the drink to Seungkwan, you gave him a kiss on his forehead. You were excited to finally go back to Jeju after so long. 

The flight and the rest of the trip to Seungkwan’s childhood home went by quickly. You rang the doorbell twice before the front door opened - it was Seungkwan’s mom. She welcomed you in and led you to the spare room in the house that used to be Seungkwan’s room. It was cozy, but it was comforting to see bits and pieces of your boyfriend’s childhood around the place. 

You volunteered to unpack your luggage to give time for Seungkwan to bond with his mom. All the hassle of the trip to Jeju was worth the smile you could see from his face. It was like he could finally relax after so long. It was a safe place for Seungkwan, and the love and care from his mom was overflowing. She even prepared a huge lunch for the two of you to have. The best part was the yangnyeom gejang - her specialty. 

After lunch you asked to help Seungkwan’s mom with the dishes to also ask her if you could help her go to the market for dinner’s ingredients. She gladly agreed with the idea because it was worth getting to know the girl her son fell in love with more. 

You took around an hour off before getting up again to go to the market with Seungkwan’s mom. It was a good way for you to relax and embrace the place.

On the way to the market, you looked outside the car alone with Seungkwan’s mom driving. “It’s so nice of you to come over to Jeju and visit us,” she smiled towards you.

You explained to her how hard it’s been to plan a trip to Jeju given your schedules. The only reason you had the time was because both you and Seungkwan planned it weeks before. The conversation died down again after, so you took this as a chance to ask Seungkwan’s in marriage. “With our anniversary coming this Wednesday,” you were nervous to finish the other half of the question, “can I ask Seungkwan to marry me?” 

You couldn’t read the reaction of Seungkwan’s mom to your question. She looked happy, but her tone said otherwise. She started speaking in Jeju dialect - a language you were only fairly acquainted to because of Seungkwan. You started to panic because you weren’t sure about what she was saying. 

“Can I?” you quietly asked again. “I’m sorry, y/n!” Seungkwan’s mom apologized for speaking in the Jeju dialect. “YES! You can ask Seungkwan to be your husband. With how well you have been taking care of him ever since he moved out of here, you’d be the perfect wife. But you’ll never top me,” she joked. 

You were relieved with how this was going and texted Chan what just happened throughout the rest of the trip to the market. 

—

May 25

“Cheol, please keep everyone in line. I need this to be perfect,” you whispered to your phone while you looked over to the direction of where Seungkwan was taking pictures of the scenery - your first stop with Seungkwan was a sightseeing spot to see the sun rise. It was the day of their trip to Jeju, and with a group as big as theirs, someone needed to take charge. You worried all morning about them, so you sneakily sent texts to Cheol for updates while you were out with Seungkwan.

The second stop for you two was a small breakfast cafe that Seungkwan swore to have the best pancakes. You had lots of fun trying the different breakfast items they had and looking over the neighborhood that it was in. The place was also full of spots to take pictures with, and you made the most out of this. 

You received a text message from Chan and Cheol notifying you that they arrived to Jeju and are checking in the accommodation they rented out. This meant that by the third location - a small petting zoo - you were relived and ready to enjoy the company of small animals. You took so many pictures of Seungkwan with the animals. He was so gentle with them, and the mere image of him taking care of these animals made you fall in love with him even more. You could only imagine how he would treat your kids.

Seungkwan really loved showing you around his hometown. The smile on his face never went away with every location you visited. For lunch, your fifth stop, Seungkwan brought you to a spot famous for their black pork. Seeing the joy in his eyes after the first bite is unforgettable. 

With all the activities lined up in the day, the last stop was at a field of flowers. You made it a point to take pictures of everything and with everything because you had never seen such a beautiful field. The cities didn’t have spots like this, so you made the most out of it. 

“I’m going to remember this day forever,” you said to Seungkwan with your head on his shoulder and your arm clung around his. You knew he was smiling even without seeing his face. “I’m glad you love my hometown, y/n,” he replied quietly.

—

May 26

You woke up with the faint expressive whispering of Seungkwan. He sounded like he was begging someone, but you weren’t sure what for. It didn’t feel important enough though because he wasn’t shouting yet, so you took this as a signal to close your eyes again. 

The resumption of your sleep felt like a snap, and the next image you saw was the empty spot where Seungkwan slept on beside you. It was d-day for the both of you, and your plan was to take everything on Seungkwan’s itinerary as it is and propose to him at the very end - at the spot where you fell for him. It was funny for everyone else to hear the plan from your text to Chan, but you didn’t know that. 

You headed out of the room to the smell of breakfast and the sound of Seungkwan laughing and chatting with his mom. It was the perfect way to start day, and the huge sunflower arrangement on the dining table put the cherry on top. You looked over to the direction of the kitchen, and Seungkwan caught you watching him. He smiled at you before mouthing ‘I love you’ at you.

Breakfast was served not too long after you woke up. It was a light breakfast because Seungkwan planned to eat in several spots today. Making space for the rest of the food to come was reasonable. 

You first stopped by the cafe where you first met Seungkwan for lunch. It was a random Saturday when you decided you wanted to take a trip to Jeju, and it was then that you met the cutest barista you had ever met. Seungkwan was sweet to take you back there and chat about how the two of you started off - this, of course, was part of Seungkwan’s plan to take you down memory lane in Jeju to make you sentimental before the actual proposal. 

You followed the same route you took before during your first time you went around Jeju with Seungkwan. It was nostalgic to experience the same fun you had with him before. At the same time, everything felt different because it had been more than 6 years since you went there. He knew how to prepare trips the best, and it was just one of the reasons you loved him. 

Meanwhile, the boys had divided themselves in preparing the location for the proposal. “This is unbelievable. Do you think their competitive sides will come out when they both realize they’re proposing to each other?” Hoshi asked out loud while picking up the petals that he laid down but flew with the direction of the wind. “They definitely will,” Jeonghan said with no doubt in his answer while helping Hoshi clean up his stupid idea. 

“What if we staple the petals to the ground?” Mingyu suggested while everyone was busy thinking of how to perfectly set the scene. “I don’t think that’s the best idea,” Vernon replied to him after a few seconds of silence. 

Cheol watched disaster unfold in front of his two eyes with the grown men picking up petals they thought would stay put, petal-less flowers stacked up in the middle of everyone, and balloons looking like it would fly away at any minute if DK took his eyes off it. The petals weren’t supposed to be taken off the flowers in the first place. Hoshi just decided it would be a great idea. 

“Wonwoo, can you get a hold of a bouquet that’s just like the one Seungkwan ordered,” Cheol sighed with a little over two hours left till sunset. He couldn’t let the chaos ruin the proposal for any of you. 

—

You stalled in every spot in Sarabong Park to make it to that one spot where you wanted to propose to him. You were ready with the ring inside your bag, and the speech memorized in your head:

I know this is unusual, but it’s the 21st century and I asked permission from your mom already. It was an impulsive decision for me to order this ring and plan to propose to you on our anniversary, but I knew way before that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. You mean so much to me, and life would be so much more meaningful married to you. So, will you marry me, Seungkwan?

You walked towards the spot while holding Seungkwan’s hand. You weren’t sure if it was because of you or him, but it felt sweaty in between. The path was up going uphill, and you felt anxious about Seungkwan catching any of the 12 boys hiding in the bushes. 

The spot looks more beautiful than I remember it to be, you thought to yourself. Seungkwan looked more beautiful with the golden light shining on him. “I love you,” you teared up just looking at him, and you couldn’t remember a word from your speech. 

“I love you too, y/n,” Seungkwan said as he reaches for his pocket behind his back. No. No. No. I have to propose to him. He slowly knelt down while keeping eye contact with you.

“NO. PLEASE GET UP,” you panicked.

“What? What do you mean?”

“SEUNGKWAN,” you opened your bag and rummaged through your things, “I…”

He looked at you in confusion and watched you pull out the first ring shaped item you could find in your bag - a small hair tie - before kneeling in front of him. Everything happened too fast in front of Seungkwan before he realized you stopped his proposal to make way for yours. “HEY! NO!” Seungkwan pushed you down.

“Just… Let… Me… Propose… To… You!” you said in between kicks and pushes trying to get in position to propose to Seungkwan. He replied with ‘no’ every time you attempted to say something, and you did the same to him. You couldn’t let him win over this one.

“Just as I predicted,” Jeonghan said while watching you and Seungkwan rip your heads apart trying to propose to each other like it’s a competition. He walked towards your direction and started encouraging the behavior, “YEAAH KICK HIM MORE! PUT SOME DIRT ON HIS FACE!” He laughed while inviting others to come closer to watch the two of you. Minghao even had his phone pulled out to record the disaster of a proposal that was happening. 

“I planned this more than a month ago,” Seungkwan said when finally got a hold of you. You two were panting from the play fighting you were doing to one-up each other. He looked around for approval on what he just said, and you looked towards Chan, your best friend. He mouthed ‘he’s right’ to you, and you replied with ‘how dare you lie to me?’ 

“Y/n, please marry me,” Seungkwan was finally able to finish the same sentence he’s been trying to say since the play fighting started. You relaxed your body in defeat, “just let me get the engagement ring from my bag.” Seungkwan finally let go of you to let you go through your bag to find the ring box. It took you a while to find it, but when you did, you immediately knelt down. “I will marry you, but will YOU marry me, Seungkwan?” you let out quickly. Everyone rolled their eyes at your petty urge to be the one proposing, including Seungkwan. 

“Fine. Now, please come over here!” Seungkwan invited you to come closer to him. You put your hand out in front of him to put the engagement ring on, and he did the same with yours. “Cheol, will you do the honors?” you giggled while looking at Seungkwan.

Cheol took Seungkwan’s hands and looked back at you, “by the powers vested in me by our age order, you are now OFFICIALLY a part of our family. This time, no take backsies,” he laughed before pulling Seungkwan into a hug. “If you hurt y/n, we’ll beat you up,” he whispered to him through his teeth and pulled away with a smile back on his face. 

You couldn’t help but realize how this has been the plan the whole time. Seungkwan really knew what he was doing, and although it was a mess at the end, you would gladly watch it again through the videos taken by the boys.

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Some of the best things in life begin with a simple greeting. 

When you had purchased your dream home nestled just outside the city you had been overjoyed. It was a rather old cottage-style house with a large front yard and a little garden that had needed some tending but it was quiet, tucked away from the hustle and bustle of the city that you had moved away from and the perfect place to begin your new adult life far from the hover parenting you were used to. 

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☆ the hates everyone except you trope | park jay

"hey! focus on the assignment!" "well stop being so fucking pretty and i might be able to!"

pairing : badboy!jay x good girl! reader

summary : being the smartest one in your whole year had its perks, but it meaning that you would have to tutor the students that were behind in class was definitely the ultimate con- except for it allowing you to get to know the school’s bad boy in a way no one else has before.

word count : 27,994

includes smut, angst, fluff.

use of drugs and alchohol.

minors DNI

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growing up in a small town and then moving to the capital city for your first year of high school is and never will be easy.

your entire family had been born and grew up in your small hometown themselves. it was a town where everyone knew everyone. you had grown to become comfortable in your small town. there wasn't much going on, it was basically silent.

and you loved the silence.

though, you dreamed of moving far away from your small, quiet town once you graduated high school- and you never wanted to return.

you didn't want to be like everyone else in the world, it was one of your biggest fears. you couldn't bear the thought of being like someone else, which was hard since everyone in your town thought the same, dressed the same, talked the same and so on.

besides your fear of being like everyone else, you had a fear of burning out in life.

you had always been intelligent.

you got grades that were so high that colleges had been looking into accepting you even before you had graduated. your teachers were always impressed with you, even giving you assignments that were extremely advanced for someone your age to complete.

your obvious intelligence had made your parents extremely hard on you. always pushing you to study and to get your assignments done on time so that you could go far in life. your parents didn't have the luck of being as smart as you, so when they found out that somehow the two of them had made a genius child- their minds went haywire.

your parents didn't want you to end up like them when you were older. so, they gave you strict rules, a strict curfew, and a strict schedule that you had to follow.

on some days, you didn't mind your routine. you found comfort in it.

but other days, you wanted to pull your hair out as you heard kids your age laughing down the street on a nice spring day- probably making amazing childhood memories that they could tell their kids about one day. you on the other hand had no memories that you could share.

what would you even tell your kids? oh, i sat inside for years with my head in a textbook and stress circulating my entire being so that i could please my parents and make a name for myself in this life.

yeah, really fun.

since your parents really wanted you to live a life that they didn't and would never have, they decided to move to the capital city - seoul - for your first year of high school.

you were excited but so scared at the same time. you got to get away from the small town you had always lived in where you knew everyone and everything. to a place where you knew no one and nothing.

to say that your first year of high school was awful would be an understatement.

your first year of high school was horrendous.

it was like you were invisible to everyone- except to yoon seeun.

"hi!" the girl sat down across the cafeteria table from you.

"um, hi?" you answered with a confused tone, you looked around the busy cafeteria, trying to see if anyone had sent this girl over to sit with you as a prank. no one had sat with you for the first week of high school, you tried to sit with other tables but you got kicked out of all of them as they were apparently 'someone else's.

"what're you looking for?" the girl asked amused as she watched you scan your surroundings.

"just- did someone tell you to sit with me? because you don't have to! i'm fine b-" you started, embarrassment filling you as you explained yourself.

"what? no!" she laughed, "i wanted to sit with you."

"oh."

"i'm yoon seeun." she introduced herself. you looked at her fully as she said her name. she had a rounder face, and pretty big eyes. she had a pretty mole right above her left eye that seemed to match her beauty.

"i'm y/l/n y/n." you introduced yourself as well.

"i know," seeun shrugged, pulling backpack around herself so she could open it, "you sit in front of me in math."

"oh, i'm so sorry. i haven't really learnt everyone's names yet."

"that's okay!" seeun smiled, "what elementary school did you go to?"

"um, i moved here from seungju, so i don't know if you'd know it."

"where the hell is seungju?"

"it's like, really south and really small!"

"how small?"

"like, the population is around two thousand."

"my god! what're you doing here?" seeun screeched, making you laugh at her shocked expression. "there are more than two thousand students just in our grade!"

"my parents wanted a better education for me." you shrugged measly.

"so you really don't know anything about this place then."

"yeah, pretty much. but i think after a week i've been slowly catching on to the cliques going on."

"oh. so you must know the queen sieun." seeun rolled her eyes with a frown.

"no, who's that?"

"she's a brat and she basically runs the whole city. she's in our grade." seeun explained, turning around and nudging her chin towards a table at the far corner of the room. "she's the really pretty one with the light orange hair."

you easily spotted the orange-haired girl from across the room. it seemed like everyone in the cafeteria was staring at her, though she was oblivious to it. she sat with other really pretty girls that didn't seem to match her beauty.

"her dad is park namjung, that famous singer from the 80s."

"holy shit! my mom use to love him!"

"yeah yeah. well, his fame has gone to her head and apparently, everyone else's at this school."

"she's really like that?"

"yeah, believe me, i used to be friends with her."

"no way. what happened?"

seeun shrugged, "everyone found out who her dad was last year and it just totally changed her. she got popular and pretty and i didn't know you know, we stopped being friends."

"you're pretty what're you talking about!" you interjected, shaking your head at her.

"yeah, but not pretty enough to sit at that table." seeun rolled her eyes with a huff.

"who cares, you're pretty in your own damn way, you don't need to look like anybody else."

seeun smiled at your words. she's really needed to hear some positives about her appearance since she's been pushed into the background of sieun's life movie. "thank you."

"no problem."

"now," seeun pulled out a textbook from her bag, "you don't happen to be good at math, do you? because the assignment that's due next period really needs to be done."

"yeah i can help you! i'm kinda smart."

"really!" you nodded in response to her with a shy smile. "good, we need a smart person around here." seeun flipped through the book, making you laugh at her insult.

-- -- -- -- -- -- --

seeun and you became close friends quickly. she taught you about everyone in your school and all the drama that you missed out on while living in "some small hick town" as seeun referred it to. she had introduced you to some of her friends, but you didn't really 'click' with them as well as you did with seeun.

your first month at high school was made better because of her.

though, you didn't really understand how much importance that seeun put on the importance of reputation, you didn't really care. you thought it was funny that seeun knew everything about everyone and it reminded you of your hometown. seeun didn't notice how little popularity meant to you, she was just glad that she had someone to listen to her- and you were happy to.

after the first month- you had figured that you had heard everything about everyone from seeun. until an unfamiliar boy walked into the cafeteria.

seeun and you were sitting at 'your table' (yes you even had your own table now) in the cafeteria. the boy wore all black with black combat boots that matched his black hair. his jaw was sharp like all his other features. his lips were pulled down into a subtle frown that made you wonder just how pretty he could be if he smiled. he looked like he came straight out of shitty wattpad fanfic.

"who's that?" you tilted your head to the side where the boy was talking to the usual overly happy lunch lady who now adorned her own frown as she looked up at him.

seeun looked towards the direction, "that's park jay."

"park jay?" you repeated almost absentmindedly as you continued to watch him buy a granola bar.

"yeah, park jongsung, but he likes to go by jay."

"i've never seen him before."

seeun scoffed with a laugh, "yeah because he basically never comes. if he does come then he's either high, drunk or both."

"who does he hang out with?"

"just a bunch of misfits that you wouldn't know either. they hate everyone except for each other."

you watched park jay leave the lunch lady with a granola bar in his hand. a teasing smirk on his face as he walked past sieun and her group's table, his fingers waved mockingly at sieun as she rolled her eyes in disgust at him. he pushed the cafeteria doors open with his back, his smirk never leaving his face as he internally laughed at sieun until he disappeared into the hallway.

park jay didn't seem to be like any of the other boys at your school- especially with the way he acts toward park sieun. he doesn't drop to his knees from her beauty when he sees her.

"what're you thinking about?" seeun asked you as your brain became intoxicated with thoughts of park jay.

you shrugged, "nothing."

"it better not be about park jay."

"it's not!" you defended yourself quickly, avoiding eye contact with your friend as you pretended to read your textbook.

"good, he's a trouble maker, you don't want to get caught up with him."

"what do you mean by trouble maker?"

"mm," seeun thought out loud for a moment, "he parties a lot, does drugs a lot, commits stupid crimes with his friends and has probably slept with half the girl student population in seoul."

you imagined park jay in the scenes that seeun described to you about him. your brain going haywire as you thought about him lazily smoking a cigarette with loud music and girls surrounding him.

"has he always been like that?" you asked seeun curiously.

"no, he used to be nice until last year. he comes from a good family." you nodded at seeun's words, your eyes zoning out on the cafeteria doors where park jay last stood. "why do you wanna know?"

you looked at seeun with a sheepish smile, "just wondering."

seeun shrugged and went back to finishing her lunch, letting you go back to studying.

but it was so hard to study with park jay intruding on every thought.

throughout your years at high school, you had a few classes with park jay. it became a game just for you about how many times he would come to class that month. sometimes he'd come three times a week, other times you wouldn't see him for almost two weeks. your teachers always reprimanded him, but he never seemed to care. his usual tired and faded gaze never indicated anything else.

you always sat in the back of the class, too shy to sit anywhere else. it gave you the opportunity to people-watch the others in your classes. though, there was never really anyone that interesting to watch- besides park jay.

jay had changed drastically from year 9 to year 10. he grew taller, got piercings and a few small tattoos covered his arm. his academic intelligence stayed the same though. barely showing up for school, winging tests that he'd be nowhere even close to passing anyways.

you were sure that you were just as invisible to park jay as you were to everyone else in your school. you people watched- but people never watched you.

you told yourself that you liked it that way- but you felt so misunderstood at the same time. and you loved yoon seeun, but even sometimes you'd feel lonely as you sat beside her.

in year 10, you felt sweat drip down your back as you sped and walked to your class, hoping to not be late. your binder was messily open as you tried to organize all your essays and assignments. a hard thud into your front made the mess even bigger as your papers flew all over the ground. little chuckles and gasps surrounding you in the hallway from the other students.

you dropped down to your knees in a hurry to pick it all up, paying no attention to what or who you had bumped into until you noticed the still, black, combat boot standing right in the middle of your essay.

you glanced up and met the tired and faded gaze of park jay that you had only seen from afar before. he wore the usual serious expression on his face as he looked down at your chaotic and nervous figure.

"what?" he asked you with a tilt of his head.

"you're standing on my essay."

jay's eyes glanced down at his feet, and in fact, he was standing right on the pieces of paper. quickly, almost too out of character for him, he lifted his heavy boot, watching you slip the papers out.

you stood up and still had to tilt your head upwards to look at him, a sheepish smile on your face, "um, thanks." you move around him, almost bolting away from him so you could get to class on time. you felt your ears turning pink out of embarrassment. of course, you had to bump into park jay.

jay never let the memory of you murmuring a 'thanks' to him fade. when he did go to school, he'd always try to catch a glimpse of you in the hallway. he'd smile internally when he did. you always seemed to be so busy. so stressed out from school. always so of him. but it was so mentally draining to pretend to be someone else.

jay really did have no idea who you were, but you were different and cute and he liked it.

jay was tired of seoul and everyone in it. he hated the stereotypes, the cliques, the shitty music that everyone was told to like. he tried to be like everyone else during his elementary school years. he wanted to please his parents and for them to be proud of him. but it was so mentally draining to pretend to be someone else.

he hated how everyone thought they knew everything about him and everyone else. because it wasn't him- and it really pissed him off that it was what everyone thought.

all it took for him to leave his old facade behind was for lee heeseung to offer him a blunt.

lee heeseung was a year older than jay and he was the coolest person in seoul. (at least that's what jay thinks) heeseung knew how to have fun, how to ignore all the stupid stereotypes and he took jay under his wing. heeseung took some others under his wing too; shin jake, park sunghoon, kim sunoo, yang jungwon and nishimura riki.

they liked to have fun and enjoy life. none of them understood how wasting their youth cramped up studying in their bedrooms was an important use of time. they didn't like following the trends that were set in their generation. they liked to think outside of the box unlike the other robots in your school.

so it made them become misfits- and they didn't care. if anything, it just made them hate everyone else more than how much they hated them.

jay never let the memory of you murmuring a 'thanks' to him fade. when he did go to school, he'd always try to catch a glimpse of you in the hallway. he'd smile internally when he did. you always seemed to be so busy. so stressed out from school. always so good.

it made him think that you were too good for a place as bad as seoul.

you were too good for a person as bad as him.

of course, although you were basically invisible to the popularity rankings at your school, you still had some sort of reputation. you were smart, and people knew you were smart.

you weren't a teacher's pet, but it was obvious that teachers liked you a bit more than any of the other students. sometimes other students would ask you for help on a certain assignment, which you didn't mind doing, and it would actually help your classmates in the long run. your teachers noticed your small tutoring and wanted to give you some credit for it.

so, your guidance counsellor called you into his office and offered you extra credits if you became a tutor for your school. you told him that you'd think about it, but of course, your parents forced you to do it as it would 'look good on your school transcript' when you graduate.

you spent your final year of high school tutoring some students. some were in your grade, others were below you, and it was fun at first. until your teacher told you that you'd have to tutor park jay a few times a week.

your first instinct when you heard the news was to shout 'no fucking way', but you internally calmed yourself down and smiled.

"are you okay with tutoring him for a bit? his grades are awfully low and he needs to graduate this year." your teacher practically begged you.

you bleat a quick "sure." and your teacher seems more pleased with you than she ever has before.

"great!" your teacher clapped, "i've set it up for you to tutor him every tuesday! how's that sound?"

"perfect." you nodded, anxiety runs up your spine with the word.

the first tuesday that you were supposed to tutor park jay in the library- he didn't show up.

you sat for an hour after school, waiting for the arrival of the infamous misfit that smoked and drank and committed crimes with his friends for fun.

after ten minutes, you figured that he really wasn't going to show up, you didn't really care. it gave you some time to study for your own tests before you had to go home and study there.

the next tuesday, park jay waltzed into the library with a cocky smirk on his face.

he was about thirty minutes late when your tutoring session was supposed to start- but he showed up.

you heard someone clear their throat from beside the table you were sitting at, distracting you from your history homework. you honestly didn't expect park jay to be standing beside you when you looked up from the textbook. the look on jay's face showed that he wasn't really expecting you either.

when jay was told he wouldn't be able to graduate at the end of the year because his grades were so low, he kept his usual 'i don't give a fuck' expression and attitude on the outside. rolling his eyes when his mother gasped from beside him in the principal's office.

"jongsung!" she hissed to him, utter shock and disappointment filling her voice as his father remained silent on the other side of him.

jay loved his mother.

he thought she was beautiful and caring and thoughtful and everything a good mother needed to be. but she didn't agree with jay and his friends' morals. she insisted that having good grades in school meant everything. when in jay's reality- they certainly didn't.

it took some time for jay's mother to realize jay's heavy decline in school but when she did notice, she wasn't pleased. jay hated that he made her worry every night that he wouldn't be home by the time she had set for him. he hated the look she gave him when she noticed his bloodshot eyes at 3am as he stumbled into the house back from a party. he hated hearing her cry at the kitchen table late at night after yelling at him to go to his room after he regretfully talked back to her.

jay hated the way he was making his mother feel that sometimes it distracted him from how much he hated his father.

although jay hated stupid cliques and stereotypes, he imagined that there were certain groups of people in this world. he imagined that on one end of the long line of groups of people was himself, and on the whole other side that contained the milky way between it, was the group of people his father belonged to.

his father and him had nothing in common.

jay didn't even think they looked the same.

his father worked a lot. he worked from home, he worked at his main office in the middle of seoul and he worked abroad to wherever his company would send him that week. it took his father a lot longer than his mother to realize just how much park jongsung had changed from their 'well-behaved boy' that they 'raised so well'.

jay's father went to the united states during the summer that jay had started hanging out with heeseung. when his father walked through his house's door to greet his family, he felt his stomach sink when he saw his son decked out in all black, raggy clothes and silver jewlery hanging from his neck and ears.

"who the hell is that?" jay remembers his dad speaking out as he stared him down, unable to recognize his 'good' son that he had seen two months ago.

jay smirked to himself as he watched the shocked expression on his dad's face once his mother scolded him for asking such a ridiculous question.

after that day, jay had tried to make that shocked expression on his dad's face at any chance he could get. which was apparently more difficult than expected.

when jay started his second year in high school, he had gotten four tattoos on his left arm overnight from heeseung's older brother: a cartoon sheet ghost, a smiley face with the eyes as x's, a shitty snake that took heeseung maybe three seconds to draw, and a peach that his mother absolutely hated the most.

his mother screeched when he walked in the next morning with black ink and red skin, repeatedly asking him what had he done. jay was laughing as his mother took him over to the kitchen sink and started to scrub at his skin with a sponge. disgust was written on her face as she realized the black drawings were really not coming off.

jay and his mother sat in silence that night, waiting for his father to come home from work and see his 'new decision' as his mother called it.

his father walked in and sighed as he saw the two of them sitting in silence from across the table to each other. "what happened?"

jay stuck out his arm so his father could see the four little drawings on his skin. jay remembers thinking to hold back his laugh once the shocked expression appears on his dad's face.

but the expression never came.

"hm." his father nodded shortly, his lips pulled into a tight, thin line.

"they're permanent." his mother spoke out, she was even surprised at his calm reaction.

"yes, i assumed so." his father walked away from jay's dangling arm, "what's for dinner?" he asked his wife, leaving jay and his mother with the expression he wished his dad would've had.

in his third year of high school, jay still hadn't given up on shocking his dad so, he went over to heeseung's with a bag of (possible) hair bleach that he picked up at the store. he really didn't know if he had picked up the right stuff. but the person on the cover of the box had blonde hair and there were progression pictures of black hair turning blonde on the back, so he bought it.

within six hours (which really took longer than he had expected) he had bright pink hair from the leftover hair dye sunoo had let him have.

"bro, what the fuck have you done?" jake asked amused as he stood beside jay in the mirror, running over to heeseung's house when they told him he needed to come over immediately.

"do you like it?" jay asked, raising his eyebrows up and down teasingly.

"absolutely not." jake laughed, causing him to be pushed into the bathroom counter by jay.

"i think it looks punk." heeseung came into his bathroom suddenly, freshly dyed dark green hair causing jake to stop laughing.

"what the hell," jake stood up straight, "did everyone dye their hair?"

"eh, pretty much." sunghoon said, popping his head in so jake could see his silver hair.

"doesn't he look cool?" sunoo's crescent eyes popped in after, his fingers twirling sunghoon's hair which he had spent all day on.

"what the hell." jake's jaw dropped, looking at all of his friends' hair.

"it was sunoo's salon day!" heeseung smiled, playing with his new hair in the bathroom mirror still. "he did all of our hair."

"even jungwon's and riki's?" jake asked, a pout on his face suddenly.

"nah, i'm doing theirs tomorrow, i already spent all day on these three's hair." sunoo replied, still playing around with sunghoon's hair, trying to style it for him.

"i see," jake nodded, turning around to look at his own plain, black hair in the mirror, "can you do mine tomorrow, too?"

"of course!" sunoo smiled at his older friend.

so on the monday after sunoo's salon weekend, everyone at your high school was shocked as their whole friend group showed up with different colours of hair that seemed to not match them, yet matched them at the same time. they all held back their smiles as they caught everyone's shocked expressions.

it seemed that everyone was shocked about jay's hair- his mother even screamed when he came in the door with it- except for his father who only stole a glance at it before returning back to his 'important' paperwork.

so, when the principal informed his parents that he wouldn't be able to graduate if he kept the grades he had at the moment, he stole a glance at his father- thinking that maybe then his father would hold the shocked expression he only saw once before.

but nothing.

just the same serious- almost bored - expression that he always wore.

"so what can we do?" your mother asked the principal, hoping that there was something that could be done for her son.

so the idea of park jay getting a tutor for the rest of the year was brought up, jay groaned while his mother sighed out of relief and his father remained with the same expression he always adorned.

when you looked up at jay from the ridiculously big textbook, he thought to himself that he must've looked less like his father than ever before with the shocked expression on his face.

he had honestly expected his tutor to be some annoying, nerd guy that would piss him off to the extent of him grabbing the guy's calculator and throwing it at his face. so he had smoked a lot before he needed to be at his 'important' tutor session.

he had smoked so much that he had thought he was literally seeing things when he met your eyes and realized just who it was that would be tutoring him. sure, his vision was kind of out of whack from the amount of weed he and heeseung had just shared in the parking lot but he didn't think he was that high that he'd see a different face on a different body.

"uh, hi?" you spoke up at him, those innocent eyes that he's seen up close only once before bore into him and he realized that maybe smoking before his tutoring session was a mistake- and he's never regretted getting high before.

"hi." jay forced himself to say, his brain beating himself up after hearing it sound so robotic.

so it took you maybe two seconds of analyzing the park jay standing beside you to realize that he was in fact high. he was high while you were supposed to be tutoring him in your school library and the thought had made you very nervous.

sure you had smelt weed before while walking through the hallways at school sometimes. but you've never seen it- or seen any drugs in fact before. you've never been high or drunk before or even been around anyone that's been high or drunk before.

so now park jay is very high standing beside you and you wanted to run away in case a teacher comes by and sees him- taking you with him since you're supposed to be tutoring him.

"you're y/n?" jay asked you, surprising even himself that he sounded normal now.

"yeah, i'm your tutor," you responded meekly, wanting to hit yourself with your introduction and with the way jay was now smirking down at you. you've spoken to park jay for maybe three sentences now and you're already sounding like the nerd everyone thinks you are.

you hear jay chuckle deeply before moving to sit down in the chair beside you. the smell of weed follows him and surrounds you as he sits. his bag swinging onto the table almost makes your eyes bulge out of your head when the weed smell intensifies and the thought of literal drugs being less than a meter away from you.

"um, do you want to start tutoring next tuesday instead?" you force yourself to smile at the all-adorned black-clothed boy, avoiding eye contact.

"why not today?" jay asks, seeing that you can barely look in his direction.

"w-well, there's only twenty-five minutes left now and you're, um, you're...." you trail off, not wanting to embarrass yourself.

jay smirks at your quiet voice, thinking about how shy you truly are. "i'm what? say it."

"you're... high." you finish, your head looking straight down at your hands twiddling your fingers in your lap.

it's silent for a moment between you and jay park and you're sure that you've offended him until he bursts out laughing. you turn your head to look at the laughing boy, unsure of what to do. if you weren't so nervous then you probably would be laughing too at the sight of pure enjoyment on his face as he swings his head back and laughs out into the library.

you see other students around turn and glare at the direction of the noise, but ultimately turn around quietly when they see who's the loud person.

"w-what?" you ask him, a small smile on your lips.

jay stops laughing and looks at you intently. he thinks to himself that it's weird to see you this close up for this long of an amount of time. it gives him time to take in your cute presence and to become aware of how odd you two must look sitting beside each other. you're wearing light colours and your hair is done so neatly while he's wearing all black and he can't remember the last time he's actually ever styled his hair. "have you ever been high before, y/n?"

your shoulders tense more at the volume of his voice, not believing that you're talking about being high with park jay in your school's library. "no." you squeak out embarrassingly. apparently embarrassing yourself in front of jay is the only thing you can do around him.

jay's not surprised at your answer, it's the only answer he was expecting. but it still doesn't get rid of the smirk that's on his face as he scans your rosy cheeks and red-from-biting plump lips. "do you wanna get high today?" you almost jump up from shock at his question, "with me?" he continues and then you almost faint. park jay just asked if you wanna get high with him.

"uh," you started out, not knowing how to answer him. luckily, he starts laughing again, allowing you to think of an answer.

"it's okay, y/n, i'm just kidding. i know a girl like you wouldn't get high with a guy like me." jay starts to put his binder into his bag as he gets ready to leave, letting you sit in silence for a moment trying to process his sentence.

"what does that mean?" you turn your head and look him dead in the eyes now, surprising him. the sudden confidence that he doesn't know if you're pretending to have or if you really have it and he's just a clueless idiot. all he knows is that the way your pretty eyes are staring into his is making his heart feel weird but maybe that's just from the weed.

"i mean, you're so good that it's like a halo is literally hovering above your head. and me," jay shakes his head as he swings his bag over his shoulder, "i don't think I've ever had a halo in my life."

you still sit as jay gets up and walks around you to leave, "do you want to have a halo?" you ask him, not being able to stop your curiosity.

jay almost laughs as he turns around and stares down at your innocent little figure once again. he puts his hand down on the table beside you, holding himself up as he leans down towards you, "i think it's too late for me to have a halo, y/n."

and then jay decides that you really do have a lot of confidence because the way you speak to him next is filled with so much power it makes him think that everything he's ever thought about you is wrong, "then come to your tutoring session next week on time and not high and we can see if it's too late or not."

jay stands up straight at your statement, his notorious smirk spreading across his face as a smirk spreads across your own. "fine," he agrees, "i'll be on time next week and not high." he takes a few steps back still facing you.

"and not drunk either." you point out, making his smirk drop for a second before reappearing again.

"okay, smartass. i'll see you next week." jay rolls his eyes with a teasing smile and walks out of the library- probably to heeseung's house where he and the rest of them can smoke some more.

you've been called smart countless times before that it's gotten to the point where it means nothing to you. but you've never been called a smart ass. and it makes you almost laugh out loud to yourself because it's seemed to bring a whole new meaning of smart to you and you don't think anyone would've ever called you it besides park jay and it that just makes it even funnier to you.

so then, you and park jay spend the rest of the week excited for your next tutoring session.

you only saw jay once during the week until your (hopefully) proper tutor session.

though, it's not like you were looking for him as you zoomed through the other students in the hallways as you walked to your other classes. seeun kept asking you about how tutoring park jay went but, you didn't exactly tell her that he showed up insanely high.

you loved yoon seeun. you really did.

but she was a snitch.

you knew that if you told her that park jay could barely see you last week- to the point where you could just feel him staring at you when you weren't looking- that she would tell your teacher. because although you were considered a 'goody two shoes you weren't the kind to go into other peoples' business like seeun. but that was just her. she liked knowing drama about everyone and she cared so much about you that if she found out you were around jay while he was high- that she would do something to protect you.

because yoon seeun loved you. she really did.

so why would she want you to be around a literal delinquent like park jay?

"if he does anything to you y/n, seriously, you need to tell me, his sexual history is so long!" seeun warns you as she takes a bite into her sandwich.

you smile at her, "yes, seeun, i understand, but it's been fine. he sits and listens and i sit and tutor that's it." you lie through your teeth but you know it's for the best.

jay walks into the cafeteria with his other misfit friends, his head turning to the table where he's seen you and seeun sit before almost out of instinct. so when you're there, your front faced towards the doors so he could see you. a pink headband in your hair to simply get your hair out of your face but makes jay think just how cute it looks on you.

"who're you looking at?" sunghoon asks from beside him as they all wait in the food line.

"what do you mean?" jay asks with his eyebrows furrowed at his silver-haired friend.

"well i know jake is looking at park sieun," sunghoon points over his shoulder to where jake stood with hungry eyes as he stared directly at the popular girl, "so who are you looking at?"

"im sorry but sieun's just so HOT." jake almost says painfully as he turns around to enter the conversation with jay and sunghoon.

jay makes a sound of disgust as the words 'hot' and 'sieun' are put into the same sentence. "bro, shut up, you're gonna make me not hungry." jay jokes, turning around and looking at the shitty food options of the day.

"how do you not find her hot? sunghoon man," jake taps sunghoon's shoulder as a form of agreeance, "you think sieun is hot, right?"

sunghoon shrugs in response, "she's okay."

"what?!" jake's eyes almost pop out of his head, "i think she's the hottest thing i've ever seen."

"bro i told you to shut up or i'm gonna be sick!" jay protests again, thoughts of the annoying girl popping into his head made his head hurt.

"i wanna know who jay thinks is hot." sunghoon nods towards him with a smirk on his face.

"i don't think anyone's hot." jay shakes his head, "at least not here."

"really? then who were you looking at?"

"what makes you think that just because i was looking in a certain direction that i think someone is hot?"

"because you don't look in any certain direction besides at us while you're here- you hate everyone here." sunghoon says with an obvious tone.

"ou," jake points at sunghoon as he agrees with his point, "jay does think someone is hot. who?" jake smiles evilly at his friend.

jay sighs, "she's over there in the corner." he tilts his head to the direction where you are sitting. instantly his two friends turn and are so obviously looking for someone that is almost embarrassing jay.

"the girl with the pink headband?" sunghoon asks, letting jay nod.

"bro she is so not your type and she would so not be into you." jake shakes his head in shock at you.

jay feels his fists clench at his sides, "yeah? and who'd you think she'd be into? a guy like you?" jay gestures to jake's chains dangling from his jeans and red and black hair. jake only rolls his eyes in response before looking over at you again.

"i agree that she's not your type. she's too cute and too pure." sunghoon nods, imagining that there are butterflies flying around you as you talk to your friend. for some reason sunghoon's comment really pisses jay off. he doesn't like the fact that other guys can see how truly cute and innocent you are.

"actually, she is kinda hot," jake speaks after further analyzing you, making jay snap his head towards his friend, "but in an 'i really want to ruin you' type way because you know she's never been touched before. god that's actually so ho-" jake's sudden fantasy gets cut off with jay storming off, pushing past his friends. "bro, what's wrong?" jake called after him.

"i told you that if you didn't shut up i wouldn't feel good!" jay yelled back, not caring that the other people in the cafeteria were looking at him as he slammed open the cafeteria doors. and he really didn't feel good. he didn't know what it was about jake talking so dirty about you that made him want to throw up. he's heard jake say dirtier things about other girls before and jay didn't even bat an eye at it. but since it was about you- it was different. and it was a type of difference that made him feel sick.

sunghoon and jake looked at each other once their friend was out of sight, only smirking and shrugging before telling the lunch lady what they wanted to eat.

"does he always have to cause a scene?" seeun rolled her eyes as she turned back towards you, jay storming out caught the eyes of everyone else as well.

you frowned as you watched his combat boots hit the cafeteria floor and push the doors open with force so suddenly until he was gone. you wondered what had gotten the boy so angry so quick as you noticed his other friends still standing in the lunch line.

though you were curious about it, you didn't ask him what it was about the next day when he came into the library, smirking at you as soon as he opened the doors and started making his way towards the table you were sitting at- five minutes early.

jay stood beside where you sat again, looking down at you, "hi y/n."

"hi, jay." it was awkward for a moment before he sat down, throwing his bag on the table again as he pulled out his school supplies. and this time, you didn't smell any weed and his eyes weren't bloodshot. there was no strong scent of liquor either.

when jay got his supplies ready, he sat and looked at you, an eyebrow quirked up at your suspicious expression as you looked at him.

"well." jay shook his head as if he was ready for something.

"well, what?" you asked confused.

jay sighed as he sat back in his chair, "aren't you gonna ask me if i'm high or drunk?"

you almost smiled at him, "jay, did you smoke or drink?"

"nope!" jay popped the 'p' sound as he really did smile at you.

"really?" you asked suspiciously at the delinquent boy.

"well," jay trailed off, making your heart sink for a second, "i smoked a cigarette but that was it!" jay almost laughed as he looked at your disgusted face. "what?"

"i think it'd be better for your health if you did smoke weed." you rolled your eyes, pulling out your own textbook to prepare to tutor him.

"what does that mean? you were the one who was saying 'blah blah halo blah blah don't get high' last week." jay mimicked your voice.

"yeah but at least weed doesn't give you lung or tongue cancer," you stated the facts.

"i'm not gonna get lung or tongue cancer." jay mused, picking up his pencil as you passed him a piece of paper.

"you will if you keep smoking cigarettes."

"so you want me to start showing up to our tutor sessions high?"

"no, i-!"

"well then i'm gonna keep smoking cigarettes."

you huffed at him, taking a deep breath before looking at him, "turn to page 34, please." you gestured to his closed textbook.

jay smirked to himself when you weren't looking, knowing that you tutoring him wasn't going to be as bad as he thought.

after three weeks of 'properly' tutoring park jay- you could tell that he was done with it. he was bored and he wasn't trying and he was making it really hard for you.

"jay, at least look at the paper." you grabbed his attention from his staring aimlessly at the wall.

"i can't." he groaned, sitting up and looking at you. "all you do is ask me questions that i don't know the answers to and i don't even care about the answers." you sighed as you put your pencil down beside his that he hasn't even touched.

"well, i think it'd be better if you did care, because you need to graduate this year, right?"

"it doesn't matter if i graduate or not."

"yes, it does, jay."

"and why does it matter?" jay leaned over his elbow to look at you. the look in his eyes making you look away from him. it had been four weeks that you had been tutoring jay and you still couldn't look him in the eyes.

"w-well, because i-i thought you wanted to see if you could get a, um a halo," you speak quietly, almost embarrassed by your choice of how to persuade this boy to study and pay attention.

"do you think i could ever get a halo?" jay asks you, and his tone is serious compared to all the other times he speaks to you in a flirty or teasing tone.

"yes." you nod sternly, glancing at him briefly before looking down at your lap again. jay smirks at how cute you are, too cute and too good for him. but the way that you think he could become good is so naive of you that not even himself believes it. there's no way he could become as good as you. even his parents have no faith. he thinks that if he asks his parents if he could ever get a halo they would laugh in his face- but you sound so sure he could that it makes him want to believe you.

"have you heard anything about me, y/n?" jay sits back in his chair with his smirk, "because if you have then i don't think you'd think that."

"yeah, i've heard a few things." you nod quietly, thinking back to everything that seeun has told you in the past.

"like what?" jay asks in the teasing tone that you've become used to.

"that- that," you sit up in your chair as you prepare to speak, "you party a lot, and you do drugs and drink and y-you..."

"i what?"

"you have sex a lot."

jay feels his cock twitch as you say the word. it doesn't sound right as it comes out of your mouth but you turn him on at the same time. your sentence is also a painful reminder that he really would be no good for you.

"hm." jay hums as you feel the heat on your cheeks, wondering if you had offended him now. "can i tell you what i've heard about you?"

"sure." your heart picks up its pace, anxious to know what others say about you. anxious to know what park jay thinks about you.

"i've heard that you're some sort of genius, and that you don't go to parties-ever- and that you're an innocent, little, goody-two-shoes."

you weren't surprised at jay's statement but you were thoroughly upset that you knew that jay knew that you were something close to a loser. it upset you but you had no idea as to why. why should you care that you're an innocent loser and jay is so popular and hot? oh.

"im guessing by that look on your face that everything i heard is true." jay broke your train of thought. you could only glance at him briefly before returning to your textbook, unsure of what to say to get him to think you weren't some loser. "how about you come to a party this weekend?"

your jaw drops as you look up at him, "n-no, i can't."

"and why not? you're the one who seemed so upset when i told you what people are saying about you."

"well, because i can't! i may not like what people say about me, but i can't do anything about it."

"sure you can, come to a party this weekend with me."

you quirk an eyebrow up at his suggestion, "with you?" jay nods with a smirk. "don't you have a test on monday that you need to study for?" jay's smirk drops.

"yeah, so?"

"so you should study for it if you want to graduate this year."

jay rolls his eyes and sits back in his chair, "how about this, i won't go to the party friday night if you come over instead."

you felt the wind knock out of your chest, "and why would i come to your house?"

jay's stupid smirk returns to his face at your red cheeks, "so we could study, obviously."

"i- jay. you should be able to study on your own."

"then what's the point of having a cute tutor?"

there was a silence between you as you both processed jay's question. there was just no way that park jay just called you cute. and jay was preparing to punch himself with the way he so carelessly told you what he's been thinking about you for years. it felt like both of you were dreaming.

jay opened his mouth about to apologize for making you feel uncomfortable until you spoke first, "fine, i'll come to your house, but to study. and to only study." you gave the dressed-in-all-black boy a serious look as he tried to hold back the small smile creeping onto his face.

"of course, what else would we do?" jay sat back in his chair again, never trying so hard to be cool in his entire life before.

you rolled your eyes at the boy before shoving another study assignment towards him, making a groan leave his mouth.

-- -- -- -- -- -- -- --

park jay texting you his address on a random saturday afternoon was something you never thought would happen.

but walking up to a gigantic mansion that park jay apparently lived in was a dream.

the house was so pretty that it really made you feel like you didn't even deserve to set a foot on the property. but you forced yourself up the pretty porch stairs and knocked on the pretty door. you weren't really shocked when a pretty woman opened the door- expecting someone as pretty as her to own a house as pretty as this one.

"hi there, you must be jay's tutor." she smiled with a tilt of her head as she looked you up and down.

"mom!" you heard a familiar voice groan from behind her.

"oh sorry," the woman- jay's mom-, turned and let you come, "i guess im not used to jay having a tutor i-"

"mom!" jay groaned again, making his mom laugh as she closed the door behind you.

you turned and looked at where jay stood on the bottom step of a staircase that twirled around upwards towards the second floor. his upper half looked like how it usually did. an oversized black, band t-shirt and silver jewlery adorning his neck and ears. but you were taken aback by the grey sweatpants he wore. sure it was a casual thing to wear- but jay usually stuck to a strict black jeans or black ripped jeans attire at school.

"sorry!" you heard his mother laugh out from beside you as you tried to peel your eyes away from jay's so casual yet so jay chose of clothing. "i'm miyoung, jay's mother. and you're y/n, right?" jay's mother's smile was so intimidatingly pretty that you couldn't help but smile back. you've known this woman for a minute and you could already tell just how different she was from jay.

"yes, nice to meet you." you bowed politely to the older woman. she bowed back to you, offering to take your jacket for you before letting jay basically usher you away upstairs.

miyoung wouldn't be over exaggerating when she said she was nervous for a girl like you to be alone with a boy like her son. even she could tell that you were just too good to be around a boy as, and as much as she hated to say it, as bad as jay.

"i'm sorry about that." jay said as you followed him through a long, white hallway that had family portraits hung on the walls, along with what seemed to be very expensive paintings. there were doors that led to all different kinds of rooms and two other hallways beside the one that jay led you down on the second floor.

"about what?"

"about, you know, my mom." jay rolled his eyes as he turned to you, opening a door on the left side of the hallway for you to enter.

you chuckled at his answer, "it's fine, she's so sweet." you looked at him as you passed him to enter the room first. and you were nervous before you even arrived at jay's house, but you were even more nervous once you realized that you were in his bedroom.

"yeah, well she can a lot sometimes." you heard jay speak from behind you as he entered himself after you.

you stood in the entranceway of his room as he moved around you and towards a desk that looked barely used, only having a textbook on top of it. the rest of his room looked like a normal teenager boy's room: a slightly messy made bed with a grey duvet and black headboard. there were some shelves with some pictures and trophies on them, and a simple black tv across the wall from the bed.

"you can sit on my bed if you want." jay spoke to you, sitting down in his desk chair. you nod to him and move to sit on his bed, facing him at his desk that's in front of you. he almost laughs with the way you're sitting so awkwardly on his bed. "should we just start?"

"uh, sure." you nod, pulling out your own textbook from your bag.

"y/n," jay calls your name, making you halt your actions and look over at him, "if you're gonna be this awkward the entire time then you don't have to stay if you don't want to."

"i-i'm not being awkward." you stutter, trying to prove a point that doesn't exist.

jay scoffs, "it's okay. i guess we don't know each other that well and you're sitting on my bed so." jay points at the mattress under you, making you try to not shift awkwardly on it as you couldn't stop thinking about it as well.

"w-well, how about we get to know each other." your boldness shocks the both of you in his boyish bedroom.

"y/l/n y/n wants to get to know me?" jay smirks as he leans over his textbook to look at you.

"well, it's just so we can study, and you can graduate." jay sighs at your answer, it's so obvious that that's the only reason he's got you on his bed and it will remain the only reason.

"right, what do you want to know?"

"mm," you wonder out loud, looking around his room before settling on the obvious, "what do your parents do for work?"

jay smirks at your question, "my dad is some big-time ceo for some travel agency and my mom's a teacher." oh, that explains the big house. "how long have you been going to our high school."

his question makes you laugh out loud, making him smile at the sound of your laugh. he's never heard you laugh like this since you've been tutoring him for the past month and a half.

"i've been going there since the first day of freshman year." you shake your head at him, his question just proving that you really live up to your apparent reputation.

"oh," jay nodded, "i remember seeing you in year 10. i just never saw you in year 9, i like never went that year."

"you saw me in year 10?" you ask him, your heart racing at his words.

"yeah, that time i stood on your essay because you bumped into me."

"you remember that?" you ask with a smile on your face, surprised that he would remember such a small encounter.

"yeah! i was high out of my mind but that was the first time i saw you so, like of course i'd remember." his words make you look away from him, and you bite your lip in order to hide your smile and blushed cheeks.

you glance over at his busy shelves that hold pictures from when he was younger, to pictures of his friends and to trophies that look like they haven't been touched in years and you asked him more questions about his life, and you would struggle with answers for his.

"why don't you answer straightforwardly." jay spun around slightly in his chair, a smile through his frustration.

"i'm sorry!" you laughed at him, "i just, i find it hard to open up i guess." jay nods at your answer, ", especially to guys who i'm supposed to be tutoring."

"hey!" jay called out, "i mean, we don't have to study, we could-"

"we're studying!" you interrupted him, picking his textbook off of his carpeted floor and tossing it gently into his lap. "page 234."

jay sighed, but opened his textbook, telling himself to get through this afternoon with his head in his book.

and jay really did study. it was the most you've ever seen him interact with his textbook and pencil. he'd ask you questions if he didn't understand. he took his time answering the questions and really thinking of the answers. you figured that it was probably because he was home where he felt like he could be himself. there weren't a thousand kids all staring at him like he was some crazed criminal that would turn on them in a second. he wasn't surrounded by people he hated.

he was with you, who looked too pure to be sitting on his grey duvet, and his mother was humming a song downstairs that was barely audible, but when it got silent as he worked on a question you'd be able to hear it. even with the words, he was struggling to put together and his mother's humming he found it hard to ignore the fact that your pretty thighs were exposed to him on his bed. the way they contrasted with his old duvet didn't make sense to him and he figured next time you'd come he'd get his mother to put a new, nicer one on that suit you more.

your parents started to text you to come home around dinner time, the two of you feeling proud of how much jay had actually studied and learnt that day. as he walked you down to the front door of his house, his chest was filled with a tightness he's never felt before. and you waved to his mom as you started to go down his pretty porch steps from his pretty house.

"y/n." jay called out to you from his doorway.

"yeah?"

"nothing." jay shrugged suddenly finding words to say was hard.

you smiled sweetly at him, "good luck on your test, jay."

jay only smiled back at you, before stepping back into his house and closing the door, your figure disappearing from his sight.

"she seems like a good girl." he hears his mother say from behind him.

"yeah, because she is." jay nods, too good. and it makes him think that even though he's seemingly understanding how math works now, it makes him think that if he gets too good at math that he won't be able to see you anymore. because there will be no way in hell a good girl like you would hang out with a boy like him.

the next tuesday tutor session between you and jay started when he slammed down his test in front of you on the table.

the loud bang disturbed every other student in the library but jay of course didn't seem to care as you looked up at him and he held the greatest smirk you had ever seen him wear.

"seventy.nine.percent." is all he said to you as he looked down into your eyes.

"seventy-nine?" you yelled out, disturbing others, but unlike jay you did care, mumbling a sorry to the other students who gave you dirty looks and whispered to jay for him to sit down. "seventy-nine?" you whisper shouted to him, excited that he maybe was failing that much anymore.

"seventy-nine!" jay said nodded, that stupid smirk on his face still.

and then you saw it.

the piece of metal that was now wrapped around jay's bottom lip.

the cool silver of the ring securely clung to his rosy, plump lip.

"uh, g-good job," you muttered out, trying to congratulate him on his high mark but too distracted by the new jewlery that he adorned.

"Thanks." he smiled at the way you couldn't stop staring at his lips. "is there anything you want to ask me?" jay teased you, pouting out his bottom lip, rebutting your inner thought of it being a fake piercing.

"yeah uh, when did you get that?" you asked him, touching your own bottom lip as to where his was on his own lips.

"yesterday." jay shrugged, his tongue running over the metal, making your eyes follow it.

"what made you decide to get it?" you asked curiously, your mind just racing with thoughts and questions about it.

"my mom said she'd disown me if i got any more piercings." jay shrugged, pulling out his textbook casually.

"so, you went and got it pierced?"

"yeah."

you couldn't believe him as you continued to watch him act like it was a normal day occurrence. and you couldn't help but think about how well the piercing suited him. it tied in his whole appearance and made butterflies grow in your stomach.

"do you like it?" jay asked you, noticing the way that you couldn't stop staring at his new piercing, a smirk growing on his lips at your glazed eyes.

you felt the blush that never seemed to leave your cheeks when you're with jay arise onto your face, "yeah, it's nice."

"it's nice?"jay teased you, leaning over the table to look straight into your eyes, a chuckle leaving his mouth once he sees that you can't meet his gaze.

"it- it suits you."

jay smirks at your cute remark and sits back in his chair, absentmindedly twirling his pencil as he waits for you to get ready to tutor him. "you know," he starts suddenly, just as you're about to give him an assignment, "since i didn't go to a party last weekend, you should come to a party with me this weekend."

you sigh at the mention of a high school party because you've already heard so much about them- especially about the ones that jay and his friends go to. "i've already told you that i don't go to parties."

"but why," jay groaned, "you're the one that was upset about your reputation, so how about you change it this weekend?"

the mention of your reputation made your body tense, remembering that that probably still is what jay thinks about you. "i- i just can't go."

jay huffs and crosses his arms, his chest popping out as he still leans back in his chair, his legs straight out under the table and bumping into your own. "how about you come over again this weekend, to study more."

"what? you don't have a test for another two weeks why would i need to come over this weekend?" you asked him with genuine confusion.

jay only sighs at how oblivious you are to his flirting before sitting up, "because i learn a lot from you, obviously," he points at his test, "and you're fun to hang out around, i guess."

his statement makes you stop flipping through your textbook as you slowly look up at him, glancing at his damn lip piercing before meeting his eyes, "how am i fun?" all you ever do with him is ignore his stupid remarks and talk about school.

"you're fun to tease."

your jaw dropped as you tried to hide your smile, "i'm fun. to tease?"

"yeah, so you should come over again this weekend, so you can tutor me and i can tease you."

you scoffed, looking away from him in disbelief but amusement, "fine."

"fine?" jay genuinely smiled at you.

"yes. fine." you grinned, "now please, try questions 1 to 5."

jay let out a groan that made other students look at your table again, only this time you could care less about their angry stares as thoughts of park jay went through your mind.

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jay waking up ten minutes before you were supposed to arrive is definitely not what had planned on saturday.

especially the part with him still feeling high from going to a party last night with heeseung.

jay scrambled around his room, trying to find a better shirt to wear instead of the one he wore last night that currently smelt like shitty alcohol and sweat. all he could think about was how fucked he'd be if you came in and saw him like this.

jay knew how uncomfortable you got when you were around someone that wasn't completely sober- and he couldn't imagine how'd you feel being in someone else's house with them still high from the night before.

"fuck, fuck, fuck." jay mumbled to himself as he quickly rinsed his face with water. looking in the mirror, he didn't think he looked too fucked but maybe he was just too used to seeing himself like this.

and he hated that.

last night was the first party that he had gone to where he didn't thoroughly enjoy himself. sure, he had fun because heeseung was there and the music wasn't bad. but it seemed like the drugs and alcohol couldn't distract his mind anymore. so kept drinking, and he kept smoking and the next thing he knew he was waking up in a jolt because you'd be at his house in a matter of minutes.

heeseung could tell that his friend wasn't his usual self the night before. he knew that jay liked to be intoxicated- but he could even tell that he was overdoing it. girls would come up to them, only for them to be shrugged off by jay. heeseung was shocked by it. he knew that jay hated mostly everyone, but he never shrugged at girls, no matter how annoying they were.

before heeseung could ask his friend was wrong, jay was already lost with the drugs and music, dancing in the middle of the party and fitting in with everyone else. heeseung almost laughed at the thought that if jay could see himself right now- he'd hate it.

so now, jay felt rugged and tired as he couldn't help but let his mind wander about the events of last night and what was wrong with him. he just wants to be good for you.

the knock at his front door really pushed his mind back into the present.

"oh hi, y/n!" his mother spoke from downstairs, "i don't know if jay's awake."

"oh, uh, i can come back then," you spoke out sheepishly, about to back out of the pretty house.

"i'm awake!" a quick voice spoke from the bottom of the stairs again. jay stood in grey sweatpants again, and a white and black shirt, his hair looking as if he had run his fingers through it a million times.

"oh! hi, honey. i didn't hear you up," miyoung said, moving to the side to let you come in.

"yeah, i've been quiet, i guess." miyoung perked an eyebrow up at him, knowing that he was lying through his teeth. she had heard jay come home at 4am last night, stumbling to his room before probably passing out. "let's go to my room, y/n." you smiled up at him at his position on the stairs, bowing to miyoung before the following jay up into his room.

his room looked the same as it did the weekend before. but the curtains weren't drawn and his bed was messier. "sorry about the mess." jay said, realizing you were scanning his room. he quickly shoved some clothes that were lying on the floor into his closet before shutting the door to it.

"it's okay." you smiled, sitting down at his desk this time. you put your backpack on the ground beside your feet, watching as jay opened his curtains before sitting on his bed. jay seemed quieter today than he's ever been when he's around you. he looked almost out of it as he started taking his textbooks out of his own bag. "sorry, if you were sleeping before i came."

"no, it's okay!" jay said, waving his hand in the air, "i wasn't sleeping." you nodded your head, feeling almost awkward as you sat across from each other. "do you want to start with biology?"

"sure." you chirped too excited, trying to mask your awkwardness. you weren't sure why you were feeling this way. it just seemed like jay wasn't prepared for your arrival and it made feel like you weren't wanted there.

"what page was the biochemistry on again?"

"481." you heard jay start turning the pages of his textbook as you got your papers out and ready. "i can't find it."

"no? 481?" you restated, looking at your own textbook. "let me see." you got up and walked over to his spot on the bed, leaning over his shoulder slightly, trying to find the right page for him. you felt jay straighten his back at your presence, making you more awkward as your eyes skimmed the pages quickly.

jay thought he was going to die with your face so close to his. he didn't want you to smell weed on him. your hair was dangling over your own shoulder, letting him see the side of your face as you focused on helping him. he could see you were chewing on the inside of your cheek, a habit that he's picked up on quite quickly.

"here." you pointed at a highlighted part on his textbook, "sorry, you have a different edition of the textbook than me so the pages are kind of off." you nodded to him, moving away from him to go back to your chair.

"shouldn't we share mine then, so we don't get confused." jay smirked at you standing above him. you rolled your eyes at him with a smile. "it'd be easier."

you agreed and sat down beside him on his bed, he sat with his legs crossed under his textbook while your legs dangled off the side. you made sure your skirt was covering your thighs as you tutored the boy.

you thanked god that jay was pretty easy to teach. he was funny and he flirted with you the majority of the time, but still, he knew when he had to listen and actually seemed interested in learning sometimes. you think it was the first time that you ever had fun while tutoring someone.

jay thought that it would be over for him once he was forced to go to a tutor. he really thought that he would never graduate hell high school because why the hell would he want someone to tutor him. but since it's you that's the tutor, he really gave it a try.

it's not like jay was stupid. he just didn't see a point in listening to teachers or even going to school. he guesses that schoolwork is actually pretty easy for him because you're the one that's teaching him.

he finds it so easy to listen to you. the way you actually take your time with him to see if he understands everything. you're so caring in general about everything and everyone in your life that it makes him jealous.

with your appearance, he can tell how much thought you put into it- and he's selfish enough to think that sometimes you dress with the thought of him in your mind. he's sure that you've noticed how many times he's stared at your legs in skirts during the past month.

so now jay has the thought of your bare legs against his bed and he can't stop himself from staring at your soft skin and the way your thighs would feel against the palm of his hands and how delicate he'd have to be with them so they don't bruise.

"jay?"

"hm?" he replies to you, not even hiding the fact that he was staring at your legs. he caught the way that you were trying to hide your blush as you realized where he was staring as well.

"i asked if you wanted to take a break, you don't seem to be paying much attention anymore."

"yeah, a break sounds good." jay nods, closing his textbook and throwing it to the bottom of his bed.

jay's hand comes to lay beside him so it's in between you and him. his pinky finger brushing against the lower part of your thigh where your skirt has ridden up. it's silent for a moment, both of you aware of the small touch lingering with the two of you, but both of you can't find yourselves to care.

his finger slowly brushes up and down, it being the only movement in the room besides your chest moving frantically from your heavy breaths. jay assumes that you've most likely never been on a bed with a guy before (and he's right!) and he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable and the weed from the night before is probably not helping him make decisions. so he moves his hand farther up so it's resting on your thigh.

his movement makes both of you turn your heads to look at each other, the warmth from each other's bodies growing substantially.

"do you like tutoring me?" jay asks, a smirk on his face as he scans your own.

"mhm," you almost whisper with a nod, "you're easy to teach."

jay smiles at your innocent answer, "can i tutor you now?"

your eyebrows scrunch in confusion, "tutor me about what?"

jay hums in thought for a moment, rethinking all of the life choices that have brought him here as his fingers lightly trace figures on your skin. it's just as soft as he imagined and he feels himself becoming entranced by it. "well you've taught me how to be a good student," jay and you pause to smile at each other in agreement, "how about i teach you how to be bad now?"

you pause at his words, excitement filling your lungs as you look down at his still freshly pierced lip ring. his eyes hold the mischief that they usually do, but they're mixed with something like genuine concern and care. his gaze mixed with that god forbid hot lip ring is what makes you nod your head until jay is reaching over to your neck and trailing soft kisses down it.

"you're okay with this, right?" jay whispers to you, looking straight into your eyes as he pulls away.

"yes." is all you can speak, still not over the feeling of his warm lips and cold metal pushed against your neck. his lips begin to kiss over your shoulder before he pulls away again.

"and you'll tell me if you want me to stop? because i will."

his words make your stomach flip as you never thought bad boy park jay could be so caring. "yes, jay."

jay pulls away and smiles at you one more time before ushering you to lay down with him, your head meeting his soft pillow. jay was laying on his side, lips still kissing your neck as his fingers played with the hem of your skirt. and jay thinks to himself that he's never been so careful before in his life. he was acting as if you were made out of glass.

"has anyone ever touched you before, y/n?" jay asks, kissing your jaw once before pulling away to look at you.

"no." you nod, somewhat embarrassed at your confession, even though you assumed jay had already known the answer to it.

"just me?" jay asks, a smirk on his face.

"just you."

you feel jay smile against your skin before his fingers started to softly touch your core over your panties, your skirt being pulled up over your stomach. your cotton, pastel panties in yours and jay's sight. you feel like you should be embarrassed about your underwear choice- especially in a time like this- but jay moving slow circles over your clit takes the embarrassment away from you.

jay could feel your wetness through your panties, almost groaning at the thought of how wet you'd feel around his cock. you bit your lip to suppress the moan you already had as you watched his index finger circle directly over your clit. you had thought about jay for so long in this position and you never thought that it would happen.

jay's finger stopped and his hand started playing with the hem of your skirt as he kissed your neck again once. "you're so sensitive." jay breathlessly laughed into your skin. you covered your face at his statement, really feeling embarrassed now. "stop," jay laughed loud now, pulling your hands away. "it's cute," he pecked your jaw, "you're cute."

"you're too nice to be considered so bad," you spoke out to him, the throbbing in your core making your mind hazy.

"only for you." jay confessed, his fingers going back to play with the hem of your panties.

"just for me?" you mocked his words from before.

"just for you."

his fingers dipped into your panties now. jay almost moaned at how easily his fingers slipped between your folds. he heard your rought breath in his ear as he started to rub your engorged clit again, his finger pressing the right amount of pressure on it already.

"so wet." jay whispered to you, both of you looking down at his hand in your pants. he put his middle finger with his index finger as he made faster circles on your clit, your hips jolting up at his change in pace.

you could hear your wetness mix with jay's fingers as he rubbed you, spreading your juices around your core and in between your thighs. you let out a soft moan, biting onto the back of your hand to keep quiet so miyoung doesn't hear. god what if miyoung hears?

the thought only turns you on more even though you feel like it shouldn't. you were really, finally, letting go of that good girl persona you had on. you couldn't decide if it was good that you began to tutor jay or not as his index finger slipped slowly inside your core.

you let out a whimper at the feeling, never feeling it before. "does it feel okay?" jay asked, seeing you nod as he curled his finger upwards towards your belly button. "god, you're so tight." you could only nod as you could feel how tight you wrapped around his finger. he could barely push his index in and out slowly. "can't imagine how tight you'd feel around my cock." he feels you clench around his fingers tighter at his words. "do you like the thought of my cock inside of you?" you whimpered out in response to him, imagining the scenario in your head.

"say it."

"y-yes, i love it!" you moaned out, your arms bending so that your hand could play with jay's hair. you could feel jay smirk against your skin again before pulling his fingers away. you whined out at the stop of his motions before he put his fingers in his mouth, humming around them.

"'m sorry, but i really needed to taste you. been thinking 'bout it for so long." you felt your hips jolt up at his thoughts out of instinct, just thoughts of how hot this boy is were driving you crazy. he stuck the same two fingers out in front of your mouth, "spit." you pursed your lips and let your saliva drip down onto his fingers, earning a groan from him before he started rubbing your clit again with his and your saliva mixed together.

"j-jay." he hummed against your skin in response, "feels t-too goo-d."

"gonna cum?" he asked you, kissing your cheek, an action so sweet compared to the speed he was rubbing your clit at.

"y-yes." you nodded up at him as he hovered above you on his shoulder. your fucked out gaze drove him crazy as he looked down at you.

"that's okay, angel, cum on my fingers," he whispered to you, his head leaning on yours now as you both watched his fingers rub against your clit under your panties. you moaned out, your hand gripping onto his hair tighter.

"jay!" you moaned out, your back arching as you hit your orgasm, his fingers not stopping as you rode it out. you felt your eyes close and open, leaning your head into jay's like some form of support.

"that's it, that's my angel, that's my good girl." jay whispered, kissing your forehead as his fingers slowed down. you whined as the sensitivity started to catch up on you, pushing his fingers away gently, making jay laugh. "can't do another one?"

"god, no." you smiled at his teasing expression. jay wiped his hands on his duvet (the one that he hated) and pulled your skirt back down so you were covered. "you still think i'm a good girl?" you asked him, turning on your side so you were facing him.

jay pulled away with a hum, looking above your head in the air, "yep, i still see the halo above your head."

you shoved his shoulder gently, "shut up."

"do you see my halo?"

you looked above his head at his question, "nope, just devil horns." jay shoved you back with a laugh, rolling so he layed on his back now.

"are you going to stay for dinner?" jay asked, the thought of his stomach being completely empty filling his mind.

"oh god." you sat up immediately at the mention of dinner, grabbing your phone off of his bedside table. "god, i have to go!" you exclaimed, realizing just how close to your dinner time it was and that your parents had probably already expected you home by now.

"what?" jay sat up on his elbows, watching you scramble around his room like he did earlier this morning, gathering your things in a hurry. "why?"

"my parents wanted me home like ten minutes ago for dinner," you said, barely looking at him as you shoved your things in your bag.

jay chuckled at your explanation before laying back down again, "yeah, you most definitely are still a good girl."

"shut it." were the last words you said to him with a laugh before pulling open his bedroom door and leaving his house, saying bye to miyoung before running home to your parents who were already sitting at the dinner table waiting for you.

park jay plops down in his usual spot in the library, wearing a bigger smirk than usual on tuesday afternoon.

"hi, jay." you looked up at him from your book.

"hi, good girl." you rolled your eyes at him and set your book down in front of you. "how was dinner with your parents on saturday?"

"fine." you shook your head in an obvious tone. when he didn't say anything in return you stared at him; his eyes were glazed over, his usual tense shoulders were fallen slack and the lazy smirk never left his face as he stared almost blankly at you. "are you high?"

the smirk left his face then.

"a little- and i'm sorry! i am! i didn't mean to get this fucked."

you sat back in your chair, distancing yourself from him the more you could, making jay feel even more guilty. "i thought you said you were going to try to not get high anymore."

"i was!" he most definitely wasn't. "but then i hadn't seen heeseung in a couple of days and he has a spare at uni right now so he drove by to see me!" he explained to you, the look of annoyance not leaving your face, "you're goody-two-shoes reputation won't be ruined because i'm high, y/n."

you scoffed, "yeah, well yours won't get any better. what happened to wanting a halo?"

jay bit his cheek, feeling guilty that he couldn't live up to your expectations of him. "i'm sorry. i won't get high anymore." you quirked your eyebrow up at him in disbelief, "i won't!" he laughed, nudging your foot with his own.

you couldn't help but smile and give in to him, unaware of just how dangerous it was to do.

"if you really don't want to tutor me today because i'm high that's fine, i'll see you saturday anyways right?"

"saturday?" you repeated with confusion.

"yeah, you tutor me every tuesday and saturday, right?"

you sighed at his teasing, "i guess." your answer made laugh before he stood up, nudging your book towards you again, "get back to reading, good girl."

you picked up your book, sticking your tongue out at him as swung his backpack over his shoulder to leave, "see you saturday."

"bye." you said to him, watching him leave the library without sparing a glance to anyone.

so that's how you ended up going to jay's house every saturday, seeing the boy more often than you had expected when you had agreed to tutor him. texting each other during the week was something you had never even thought would occur. but you were having fun, even if seeun had no idea what was going on.

you had thought long and hard about whether you should tell seeun about your blooming friendship with park jay. ultimately, you came up with the idea that you'd rather be dead than tell her. you knew she wouldn't accept it with all the warnings she had given you in the past four years you had known her- even last week she was telling you to be careful. maybe you should've listened to her.

but it was so hard to listen to her when park jay was staring at you with those pretty brown eyes of his from his bed.

"focus on the assignment, jay!" you scolded him playfully, catching him staring at you again.

"well stop being so fucking pretty and i might be able to!"

no matter how many times jay flirts with you, the blush never seems to escape your cheeks, "stop." you laughed, standing up from your chair and walking over to him, shoving his shoulder so he lay down on his bed. you sit down on his bed, looking down at him.

jay's hand reaches out and plays with your hand lazily, lacing his fingers in and out of your own. you felt your heart swell at his little touches.

suddenly, jay grabs your hand and pulls you down towards him, so your faces are an inch apart and your upper half is laying on top of him. "jay!" you cry at the suddenness before he's pressing his lips to yours.

you quickly realize what he's doing and start to press your lips back to his, slowly your lips move together before you're pulling apart just as fast as they came together. "you taste like cigarettes." you scrunch your eyebrows together.

jay pulls his head back and laughs out, "i told you I'd stop smoking weed, not tobacco."

you pout up at him, your chin resting on his chest as he looks down at you. his hand comes up behind you and starts to play with your hair. "don't give me that face, i'm trying, i want to switch reputations with you."

"you want to switch?" you ask, quirking your eyebrow up in amusement.

"yeah, like you become bad and i become good."

you roll your eyes at him, "that's stupid."

"i know, but i like seeing how bad you can be."

"and how bad do you think i can be?" you teased him, fluttering your eyelashes at him.

"let's find out." jay says, flipping you over so now he's on top of you, your hair spirling out across his pillow.

his lips come crashing down on yours, the movement so rough and sudden compared to his soft lips. the metal from his lip piercing felt so good against your lips that it reminded you about who exactly you were kissing.

jay started to move down your neck, kissing right behind your ear where he found your sweet spot. his hands stay perched on your waist as your legs wrap around his body, locking him in. your skirt has pooled up at your waist, leaving your panty core bare to his jean-clad crotch.

your hips ground up against jay's crotch, making him groan against your warm skin. he pulled away from your neck, his fingers playing with the hem of your panties like he did last time. "can i take these off, angel?"

"please," you begged him, wanting to feel more of him.

"so polite," he smirked down at you, kissing your forehead before pulling down your panties. your legs wanted to close at the sudden touch of cold air, but jay's broad shoulders kept them apart. jay leaned down so he was eye level with your core. "can i taste you, y/n?"

"yes, jay." you nodded down at him, his hand trailing up the side of you so he could lace his fingers with yours again, only this time it was in a more of an inappropriate action with the way his mouth was breathing warm air against your pussy.

jay left open-mouthed kisses on your thighs, teasing you slightly just like he always does. you were about to tell him to stop it before his tongue met your clit.

"god." you moaned out, your head leaning back against his pillow again at the feeling.

jay felt like he was in heaven. he had died and somehow ended up in heaven.

you felt so warm under him and with your hand laced in his. you tasted so good, so pure and just for him that it drove him crazy.

jay swivelled his tongue around your clit in circles, before dipping down and tonguing your hole.

"jay, oh god." you moaned out, unable to hold it in on the new feeling you were experiencing. he felt so talented with his tongue that you weren't sure how you could feel this good ever again.

you squeezed his hand tight as you made eye contact with him. jay moaned at your fucked out expression, which caused vibrations to go straight to your core.

"does it feel good, angel?"

"s-so good, jay." you nodded, seeing spit coat your pussy and his face.

jay's fingers trailed down your thigh, before sticking two fingers into your hole. "fuck, still so tight." jay groaned against your core, thankful for your juices and his spit to make his fingers ease in so well.

his fingers fucked into you at a slow pace, but his tongue swirled around your clit so fast that it caused your hips to buck up into his face. "s-sorry." you moaned out to him.

you felt him laugh into your skin, "don't be sorry, you're hot." jay sucked your clit into his mouth gently, his tongue circling it before he kissed your thigh again. you moaned out at jay's name at his compliment. it felt like a dream to be called hot by park jay- especially when he was eating you out.

his fingers continued to fuck up into you, scissoring once they were shoved all the way in before pulling out and doing it all over again.

you let go of jay's hand, sweat helping keep them together, and reached down to hold onto his hair, your hips digging closer to his face. you could hear how wet you were by the fast pace was jay was slipping his fingers inside of you now.

"oh my god." you moaned breathlessly, "d-don't stop jay, please."

"i won't, angel." jay responded, digging his face further into your wet pussy. "feel like coming?"

"y-yes, so close, so close."

jay kept fingering you, feeling your walls clench around his fingers so well until they were spasming, and your hips were grinding into his face with your back arched off the bed. his tongue kept sucking your clit until all your movement had stopped, and your moans had turned into small whimpers.

jay placed a kiss on your core as he pulled away, rubbing your clit quickly before pulling away which made you cry out.

jay laughed at you, bending down to kiss you right on your lips.

"so mean." you pouted at him, before kissing him again.

"so cute," he responded, pushing your hair out of your face before standing up and walking to his closet. you saw him start to search through his clothes, but you felt so dazed from your orgasm to ask what he was doing.

jay walked back over with a pair of black sweatpants that he had managed to find. he pulled your skirt down, making you realize just how bare you really were to him.

"what?" jay laughed at you suddenly pulling away from him, "don't act like my face wasn't just there."

"jay!" you cried out, your hands covering your face from his dirty words.

"what? it's true!" jay said, gently pulling your legs so they were straight again. "let me put these on you." you sighed and allowed him to slide his sweatpants over your bare legs. you moved your hips so he could pull them over and tie them at your waist.

when you have dressed again, jay leaned over you, pressing a soft kiss on your lips before resting his head on your chest. it was such a different action than what you would've assumed he would do.

everything you had heard about park jay before had completely left your mind at that exact moment. he wasn't the asshole, bad boy that everyone had described him as. he was sweet and thoughtful and he just liked to party with his friends.

so you played with his hair as he rested his eyes while laying on your chest- trying to hide his raging boner from you and enjoy this moment with you.

both of you were known for such different reputations, both wanting to stand out from this world, and together it felt like you did.

"do you wanna have dinner here tomorrow night?" jay asked, breaking the silence. he kept his eyes at the bottom of his bed where your legs intertwined. he had never asked a girl to have dinner at his house before and he was so nervous about the way he was feeling about it.

"sure." you shrugged, trying to hide your excitement by playing cool.

"my dad's gonna be here."

you had never met jay's father before. you've seen pictures of him around the house. and you had heard some stories about him from jay. you knew he seemed to be strict, and he worked a lot so jay wasn't particularly close with him.

"that's fine." you shrugged again, feeling jay's tense body on your own as he mentioned his dad.

"yeah?" jay looked up at you finally, brown doe eyes looked into your own.

"yeah."

jay smiled at you, leaning up to kiss you on the lips slowly, humming into your mouth with a feeling of contentedness. jay didn't really know what he was feeling at the time then. he knew his grades were improving, and his mom was less mad at him all the time, his friends were confused by his new revelations to not get obliviated by drugs or alcohol. but he had you underneath him and that's all he could ever ask for.

-- -- -- -- -- -- --

you had never been invited over for dinner to a boys' house before. so you had no idea what to expect as you walked up to the pretty house you had started to become familiar with. every time you walked up the long driveway, it felt intimidating and more friendly.

miyoung opened the door to you with a great smile on her face. she looked the same as usual- beautiful- but her clothing was more dressed up for the occasion.

"y/n!" she exclaimed, ushering for you to come in and to take off your jacket. "y/n's here!" she called out, turning her head towards the inside of the house for others to hear. your heart started racing at the thought of having a formal meal with park jay's family.

jay turned the corner from somewhere in the house, a smirk on his face as he saw you. he wore his usual all-black outfit- but it was more formal than usual and you almost drooled at the sight. he wore black jeans with a black turtleneck. his silver jewlery was wrapped around his fingers and neck- his lip piercing moved against his plush lips as he greeted you. "let's go sit down."

jay walked beside you behind miyoung, walking through their big house. you had never been this far into their house before- usually only going to jay's bedroom, the bathroom and back. it was what you expected it to look like. modern and fancy with great white walls that held expensive-looking decorations and art.

they led you to an even greater room with a long, dark oak table. there was a bright, crystal chandelier hanging above the table and a lovely candle stick in the center of the table.

at the far end of the table sat a man: jay's father.

he looked exactly like jay- but older and strict. he looked expensive and it almost made you quiver away from intimidation.

"james, this is y/n- jays' tut- friend. jay's friend." miyoung stopped herself, smiling at jay before he could groan out in embarrassment.

jay's father looked up from his watch before his eyes met yours. you smiled and politely bowed to him, "nice to meet you, sir."

"oh my, you don't have to call him sir, just call him james." miyoung brushed her hand on your shoulder, "come over here, you can sit across from jay." she ushered you over to one of the empty dining room chairs.

jay's dad hadn't said a word to you, only staring at you with an expression that you would describe as 'shock'. you heard jay stifle a laugh as he sat across from you, not believing that you is what made his father recover that stupid expression.

when jay's father came home earlier in the day- he thought maybe just maybe, his father would break his serious expression at the sight of jay's new lip piercing. but nothing. just a normal 'hello' before he went into his office for the rest of the day.

after years of jay trying to get his father to react to anything he does- the one thing he doesn't try intentionally is what makes his father break: you.

jay feels like he's in a sort of other dimensions as he takes in what is going on. his father is actually interested in something that is related to him. his mother is bringing delicious food out on the table for everyone to eat. and you're sitting across from him looking so pretty and anxious as you smile at his parents.

you feel jay nudge your foot under the table, making you look up at him. he winks at you, trying to reassure you that you're fine.

"so, how are you friends with," james started, pointing at his son, "jay." there was a hint of confusion in his voice as he looked between you two.

"uh, i tutor him sometimes," you explain, taking a sip of the water that miyoung had put down in front of you.

"Ah, so you're the reason why his grades have been getting better." james nodded at you. jay was shocked that his father had actually known he had been doing better at school.

"i've been helping, but he does his tests by himself and such so."

james hummed in approval, moving out of the way so miyoung could place more food on the table before she sat down herself.

"i hope you're all really hungry!"miyoung exclaimed, signalling that everyone can dig in now.

the dinner went by smoothly. james seemed to be impressed with every answer you came up with to his or miyoung's questions. you were talking more than jay was for once.

jay didn't know what to say as he watched you interact with his parents. he's never seen his parents act so interested in one of his friends before. they never even spoke a word to heeseung throughout all these years. jay didn't even want to say anything. he liked hearing you talk so confidently, it was nice to see you be yourself in front of someone that wasn't him.

jay leaned on his front door frame, staring down at you as you stood on his porch. it had started to become dark out now, the sun still setting at the far end of the city. you had bid miyoung and james a goodbye a few minutes ago, thanking them for the dinner as jay walked you out.

"are you okay?" you asked jay, staring at his blissful expression as he scanned your face. you had only ever seen jay this calm before when he was high.

"yeah, i'm really okay." jay nodded, his head shaking against the door frame. "sorry if my parents annoyed you or anything."

"they didn't, i like them, they're so nice."

"my mom's nice, i don't know about my dad, though."

you shook your head at him, "i had fun, don't worry."

"good," jay smiled at you, his fingers playing with the ends of your hair- an action that if he saw anyone else do he'd feel sick, but now it feels so comforting with you- "i'll see you in the library on tuesday, right?"

"of course," you nodded, backing down the porch now, "stay out of trouble, yeah?"

"of course." jay nodded, mocking you with a smile. "bye, angel."

"bye~." you sang out, turning and walking home with a full stomach of food and butterflies.

jay closed the door once you were out of sight, sighing before heading to the stairs for his room.

"jay?" his father called out to him from the living room.

"yeah?"

"come here."

jay quietly groaned as he turned around and went to see his father. he was sitting on the far end of the couch, turning the tv on mute once his son came in. "sit."

jay sat on one of the chairs that no one ever sat in. "what is it?" he didn't want to talk to his dad. he was tired and frustrated that he hadn't been able to smoke all day.

"are you and y/n, dating?"

jay didn't know how to answer his question. you weren't dating but god did he want to. it was something that jay had never had the urge to do before- date a girl and do boyfriend-girlfriend things- and he's sure his past self would cringe if he knew what he was thinking.

"no, we're just friends."

"and you're going to stay friends, right?" james quirked an eyebrow up at his son, unsure of what his intentions were with a girl like you.

"what does that mean?"

"it means that you shouldn't be even hanging around with her jay- you should've stayed as tutor and student."

"what the hell are. you talking about?" jay sat up in the unused chair.

"come on son, you know" james shook his head at him, scanning his face for a sense of knowing, when it didn't come he continued, "i don't know what you plan on doing with y/n, but you know that a girl like her shouldn't be hanging out with a boy like you."

"and what is that?"

james sighed, his fingers coming to pinch his nose bridge in frustration, "you're a troublemaker jay, and she's so innocent that-"

jay scoffed and stood up, cutting off his father's words.

"and so what? i'm just a troublemaker for life? i can't change?"

"of course you can! just not with her!" james stood up now, his hands coming out in front of him in explanation to his son.

"and why not?"

"because you'll ruin her while you're trying to fix yourself!"

the silence in the house is a silence that's never been there before.

there were nights in the park house where the only sound would be miyoung crying out of worry for her son. nights where jay's music would blast through from his room. and some nights, there would be nothing but james' breathing from the living room as he sat and watched tv on mute, trying to relieve his never-ending headache.

the silence now, as jay and his father looked at each other with anger and sadness was something that no one knew how to break. jay always knew that you would be too good for him. the moment he saw you years ago in the hallway- he knew that you were the one thing he had to stay away from. but now that he knew you- how could he stay away?

the silence went on until jay scoffed and left the room. he grabbed his jacket on his way out, slamming the pretty front door on the way out-it being the final sound in the house for the night.

jay doesn't remember the next day.

he knows that once he wakes up in the late afternoon on tueday in heeseung's bedroom- an hour of school left of the day- that he's fucked.

he's fucked because he knows he just messed up his attendance for the semester- and because his head feels like it's been bashed against the wall one million times.

he feels a weight on his side as he tries to move, turning his head to see sunghoon's passed-out figure, his arm resting on jay's body. jay sighs before gently shrugging off his arm, knowing that he won't wake up his drunk friend.

jay scrambles around heeseung's room, trying to find his shoes before going to the bathroom. he looks in the mirror to see a sight he's seen so many times. he's washing his face to try to get rid of any intoxication but he knows it's not going to do anything. and then jay's sighing as he's leaving heeseung's house, heading to the school so you can try to tutor him and he can pretend he didn't just spend the last twenty-four hours partying with his friends.

you had realized the frown on jay's face the moment he walked into the library. you didn't say anything because you knew that he was moody sometimes. you had realized that he wasn't trying the practice problems you had given him. you didn't offer to help him because you knew that he understood the concept.

it was almost completely silent between you two for the hour that you were supposed to tutor him until you finally spoke up about his behaviour.

"what's wrong?"

"hm?" jay asked, looking up from his paper that he hasn't touched.

"i asked what's wrong, you don't seem okay."

"'m fine." he mumbled, going back to staring at question one.

you pouted at his answer, your mind going blank when trying to figure out if you had done anything to upset him. you were obviously getting caught up in your mind about faults that didn't exist. jay could tell that you were feeling upset about him and it honestly broke his heart.

"y/n, i'm fine. just my stupid father." jay explained briefly to you, hoping that the pout on your lips would go away.

"what happened?"

"don't worry about it, it's whatever." jay shrugged you off, not wanting to explain to you that you're too good for him and everyone can see it.

you reached across the table and took his unused pencil out of his hand before lacing your fingers with his. "jay, what happened?" jay looked at your concern-filled eyes, hating himself more because you cared so much for him.

jay sighed, squeezing your hand back, "i don't want to ruin you, y/n."

"ruin me?"

"you're too nice, and caring, and smart and good. stuff that i'm not, and i don't want to change those things about you because you're hanging around with me."

"jay." you stated, staring at his worried face, when he didn't look at you, you squeezed his hand until he did, "jay, you are not going to ruin me. you know about our reputations and didn't we agree that high school reputations are stupid? so who cares if i'm a 'good girl' and you're a 'bad boy'. i can make my own decisions so you are not going to ruin me, okay?"

jay smiled sheepishly at you, realizing that maybe it's all been in his head, his father not helping him at all.

"okay." jay nodded, letting go of your hand so you both could pack your things to leave. when you were standing up jay called your name before he turned to leave. "do you wanna go on a date this weekend? like a proper one- not one that's just in my bedroom where we tutor each other."

you felt your cheeks turn hot at the mention of how you 'tutor' each other, but your heart warmed with the thought of going on an actual date with jay. to a public place where people would see you two together.

"yeah, sure." you nodded, biting your lip to hold back your smile.

"okay, so i'll see you friday night?" jay asked, walking backwards out of the library.

"i'll see you friday, jay."

jay smiled a big smile at you before he turned and left the library, leaving you standing there with pink cheeks and a light heart.

-- -- -- -- -- -- --

park jay picked you up outside your house on friday night in his black car that matched his black clothes and black hair. you had decided to wear jeans for tonight, as winter was quickly leaving seoul. you told your parents that you were hanging out with seeun for the night- no wanting to have a conversation with them about having boyfriends and what comes with it (safe sex!).

"hi, jay." you greeted him when you sat down in the passenger side of his car.

"hi, angel." he said, looking at your outfit, "you look pretty." his hand almost instinctively coming out to rest on your jean-clad thigh.

"thank you." you smiled, clicking on your seatbelt as jay started to drive to the movie theatre.

jay had done everything right. he bought your movie ticket, your drink and popcorn. he made sure you were comfortable in your seat. he held your hand during the movie, and asked if you were having fun- and you were. up until a sex scene played during the movie and you couldn't help but think of jay's face in between your legs. you felt your panties become suddenly too tight and you wished you had worn your usual skirts after all.

jay noticed the way your thighs clenched together during the end of the movie, also aware of the painfully long sex scene that reminded him that he was on a date with you. he noticed the way you were quieter than usual as you walked out of the movie theatres when the movie was over- obviously there was inappropriate thoughts rushing through both of your minds and you didn't want them to ruin the nice date you had just had with park jay.

you were both sitting inside of his jay's car, trying to warm up the car before he drove you back home. you were trying not to be obvious about the thoughts of jay running through your mind but the obvious twitching and playing with your fingers was being a dead giveaway that there was something on your mind.

jay put his hand on your thigh- an action that's becoming too familiar and comfortable- and you almost moaned at house sensitive you were still. there had been so many nights after hanging out with jay where his fingers and his stupid lip piercing were all that you could think about. no matter how long and hard you tried to focus on studying- park jay seemed to always appear in your mind. "are you okay, y/n?"

"y-yeah, did you like the movie?" you asked him, trying to ignore the way he was now squeezing your thigh, his fingers were just so close to your core.

"it was alright," jay shrugged, "are you cold? why are you bouncing your leg like that?" the point out of your whole body shaking makes you stop your action completely to a halt.

"i-i'm fine." jay laughed at you, shaking his head and pulling away his hand. "what? why're you laughing?"

"i saw the way you reacted during that sex scene, y/n." jay stated, almost laughing again at your shocked expression. "is there anything you want from me, y/n?"

you took a sharp inhale, "i-i just want you."

jay smirked down at you at your confession, his lip ring shining in the lamp light outside. "yeah? do you wanna go to my house then?" you nodded in response, glancing down at his crotch for a second, gasping quietly when you saw his bulge. you looked around the street where jay had parked his car, everyone that had been in the movie theatre had left by now, no one was around the back of the parking lot where jay had parked.

your hand trailed over jay's thigh suddenly, before cupping his bulge in his black jeans.

"f-fuck, what're you doing, baby." jay gasped out, not expecting for you to touch him like this.

"i wanna show you just how bad i can really be." you pouted to him, a hint of mischief in your eyes that matched his.

"fuck, okay." jay nodded, sitting back in his spot as you climbed over the center console and sat right on his thighs. your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling his lips into yours in a deep kiss. you had never kissed each other so feverishly before- the passion ran through you both at a high speed as you sat on top of him.

jay's hands rested on your hips, playing with the buckle loops of your jeans. your hair was sprawled over his shoulders as you tilted your head down to kiss him. you pulled away, resting your forehead on his as your hands trailed down his chest, stopping at his jean button. "wait." jay's hand stopped yours, making you glance up at him with concerned wide eyes, "are you sure you wanna do that?"

"yes." you nodded strictly, "a-are you okay with this?"

"yes, my angel." jay said, pulling your lips to his again before resting his hands on your thighs.

both of your eyes were locked on your hands unbuttoning his jeans. your hands went inside of his boxers, feeling his warm, hard length under your fingers. you could feel jay twitch underneath you at your touch. you pulled out his length so it was in view. his pale skin seemed like it was glowing from the moonlight shining in the car. you felt your jaw drop at finally seeing jay's cock.

jay laughed underneath you, finding your reaction cute.

"what?" you pouted at him again with a smile, "don't laugh at me."

"i'm not!" jay kissed your nose, "you're just so cute." you shook your head at him, lifting his cock up so it was straight in your hands.

remembering what you had overheard some other girl say in your class, you let spit fill up your mouth before you dropped a glob down on his red tip. jay let out a quiet hiss at your action. you brought your lips to hiss again, your hand starting to move up and down his hard cock slowly. your kissing speed matched your hands' speed.

jay started to kiss your neck, making you throw your head to the side so he could have better access. he hummed against your skin when you tightened your grip on his cock, your thumb brushing over the glob of precum that sat on top of his tip. "i wanna suck your dick, jay." you moaned out, making jay stop kissing your neck and pull away to look at you.

"you what?" he asked in shock about the words that had just come from your mouth.

"i wanna suck your dick."

"fuck." jay rested his head on the back of the headrest, looking up at you in the moonlight. "you're perfect you know that?"

you laughed at him, before moving down so that you were in between his legs, your knees at the bottom of the car floor. you looked up at him through your eyelashes, loving the way that he was looking at you as if you were an actual angel.

you kissed the bottom of his shaft, your hand moving up and down his shaft as you put kitten licks on his tip- trying to imagine what else you had heard other girls talk about. your tongue licked across the slit, making jay groan quietly. his hands went to play with your hair again- something that he never seems to stop doing now.

your hand and spit were getting jay's dick so wet that it was easier to move and squeeze his dick. you pulled away from his tip and started sucking on the bottom of his shaft, your hand speeding up as it moved up and down.

"god, that feels so good angel." jay groaned out, his head going back to rest on the headrest again. he was trying so hard to not buck up into your mouth. this was only a scenario he had dreamed of before- and now that it was a reality he didn't know how long he could hold himself over.

you put his tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around before pushing your head down his cock. when his tip hit the back of your throat, you tried to not pull out but it was hard not to. your hands kept stroking his cock up and down as you pulled away, his stomach tightening at the feeling of your throat closing around him. you put another glob of spit on his dick, making jay groan out at the sight.

"fuck, look at me when you do that." jay groaned out, pulling your hair so that you would look at him. "fuck that's it."

you started to put his cock all the way in your mouth again, your hand stroking what you couldn't fit until you found the right pace.

"my god." jay groaned out, taking a deep breath as he bit onto the back of his hand, trying to not buck into your mouth as your innocent eyes looked right into his. "that's it angel." he nodded at you, praising you for how well you were sucking his dick. your cheeks were hollowing in as you started to slurp around his dick. you were sure if anyone walked past the car they would be able to hear your sucking noises and jay's moans and groans.

"fuck, y/n. 'm gonna cum if you don't stop." jay warned you, gently trying to pull your head off him. his warning only made you suck and stroke his cock harder, wanting to see him cum like he's seen you before.

"please cum, jay." you nodded at him, spitting onto his dick once more before sliding your mouth down on him all the way.

"fuck!" jay moaned out, his body going rigid as he came in your mouth. the feeling of his warm cum coating your mouth only made you moan around his still hard cock- adding more vibrations and sensations to his orgasm.

you pulled off of him, your hand slowly stroking his cock as you showed him his cum in your mouth. "god." jay breathed out, watching you swallow his cum with a smile on your face. "i've actually ruined you, angel." you smile up at him, pulling his boxer and jeans over his cock again, letting him button up his jeans as you climbed back into the passenger seat.

"let's go to your house." you nod at him, putting your seatbelt on.

"my house?" jay asks, you nod in response, laughing at his silly expression. "fuck."

jay thinks he's never sped home so fast in his life. with the radio blasting and you giggling beside him as you tease him about his moaning- it felt like a dream.

jay's parents weren't home when he pulled into his long driveway- they were having a date night before james had to go back to work in another city for a few weeks.

you and jay ran up his pretty porch steps, kissing at the same time while laughing. you kept kissing his neck as he was trying to unlock his front door, trying to not bust the door down so he could bring you to his room.

his bedroom was the same as always as he closed his door and pushed you up against it. his lips going to your neck like usual, trying so hard to not leave hickeys to mark you as his. his hands were sliding down your body, pulling on the loops of your jeans to pull you closer to his hips. your hands were trailing down his back, grabbing onto his black, band shirt that he loved so much.

you pushed him away from you, backing him up until he got to his bed, laying down and propping himself up on his elbows to look at you. you pulled your shirt off, leaving you in your jeans and bra.

"you're gonna be the death of me." jay mumbled as you crawled on top of him, your cores grinding into each other. there was so much built-up lust between you that you were both too scared to act on. you were so inexperienced that you didn't know if jay would like it or not. and jay didn't want to rush you into things too fast.

jay flipped you over so that your head was up on his pillow- a position that you've been in before. you felt jay unbuttoning your jeans, pulling them down your legs until you were only in your underwear and bra. the sudden thought of being bare in front of jay for the first time sent an unwanted feeling of anxiety down your spine.

park jay was known to have sex with multiple girls before. you had wondered before about how many girls exactly that he's been with. so many girls that were more experienced than you- who were probably a lot sexier than you too.

jay felt you tense under his body, pulling away from kissing your collarbones to look at you. "are you okay?" he asked, concern filling him as he looked at your upset face.

"y-yeah, i'm fine." you replied meekly. jay pulled away from you at the sound of your voice.

"y/n, we don't have to do anything that you don't want t-"

"i want to! i really want to!" you cut him off, sitting up on your elbows to look at him. "it's just, you know. i've never done this before and i know you have- and i don't care that you have before!- i just want to be good for you."

jay pulled your lips to his at the end of your rambling, in a soft manner- just like the first time he kissed you. "i don't care if you've never done it- or even if you've done it a million times," you roll your eyes at him, "and you shouldn't care about how many times i've had sex, angel, all those other girls have never been my girl before."

you blush as jay calls you 'his girl'. you take jay's head in your hands, kissing him as a 'thank you for helping your insecurities. he pulled away from you to take off his own shirt. your eyes and hands immediately roamed over his skin as it was the first time that you had seen him shirtless. his skin was breathtaking. it was so smooth, pale and soft. little freckles and scars are visible to your eyes only.

he slid off his jeans and boxers, throwing them to the side of his bed, landing somewhere on the floor before he laid down on top of you again. kissing obnoxiously down your skin, sliding your panties off. you heard him take a sharp inhale as your core came visible to his eyes, having to hold yourself back from closing your legs.

you sat up again, your hands going behind your back to unclip your bra, letting the straps fall to your sides before throwing it to the side with jay's clothing. your breasts were visible to jay now, hearing him groan out before his hand reaches forward and starts to play with your nipple, making your back arch into his touch.

"i need you, jay." you tell him, the wetness between your legs becoming too much.

"fuck, okay, lay back." jay kissed your forehead, his hands trailing down your sides once you were under him once again. "you're sure you're okay with this?"

"yes jay, please." you begged, unsure of what you begged for exactly- all your mind could think of was jay.

jay leaned over to his bedside table, grabbing a condom and sliding it down his dick. he put his cock over your wet slit, your juices flowing all over your core and making a mess. you felt his cock slip in between your folds, circling your clit before beginning to push into you.

"i'll go slow, angel." jay whispered out to you, one of his hands tracing shape into your thigh while the other guided his cock in slowly, just like he said.

you closed your eyes as you prepared yourself to feel uncomfortable for the next few moments. he kept his gaze on your face, looking for any signs of pain until he was balls deep inside of you. your tight walls were already clenched tight around him he really didn't think that he could last this time.

"are you okay?" jay whispered to you, bending over your body careful to not push into your further.

"it- it feels weird," you replied, opening your eyes for the first time to look at him.

"i'm sorry, y/n. it'll stop in a second." jay kissed your cheek, moving one of his hands down between your bodies so that he could rub small circles over your clit.

he groaned quietly when he felt your walls clench even tighter. you stayed in that position for a minute, pleasure slowly taking over as he played with your clit. you told him that he could move after a moment, allowing for him to hold himself up over you with his elbows, his breath fanned your face as he pulled his cock out of you until just his tip was in before pushing back into you.

the feeling of having jay inside of you felt unusual, something that you had never experienced before, but it felt so right. you wrapped your legs tight around his waist as he continued to push his hard cock in and out of you.

the sound of his skin hitting your wet core was breaking the eerie silence that had taken over the park house. your little whimpers of pleasure were taking jay to a whole other world as he tried to not fuck too hard into you.

both of you could feel the sweat start to build up in between you two, the passion and lust adding to the aura of the room.

"g-god jay, feels so good." you cried out to him, your hips starting to push back into his thrusts.

"yeah?" jay's voice let out a deep grunt- a deepness that you've never heard in his voice before. you nodded, your eyes closing in pleasure this time. "you really letting me ruin you, angel? no one else is going to be able to feel you as tight as i am, fuckin' strechin' your pussy so good, right?" jay almost let out a laugh at the way you clamped down on his cock.

"jay, oh god!" you cried out again, you swore you could feel his cock in your stomach he was fucking into you so deep.

"fuck, y/n, i might cum, baby." jay groaned out, kissing your neck to try to keep himself quiet.

"please, cum jay, i wanna feel you cum." you begged him, your hands pulling on his hair to hold onto him tighter.

his orgasm snuck up on him before he could even tell you that he was cumming. a dark groan escaped his lips as he started to fuck into you harder and faster- your tight, wet walls letting him. his hand snuck down and started rubbing your clit and an inhumane rate, making your hips jerk up to meet his.

"fuck!" jay groaned out, feeling your walls spasm with your own orgasm. you felt his cum fill his condom as you hit your high. both of you moaning into each other's ears at the feeling of the insane amount of pleasure. you let out whimpers of his name as you came down from your high, his fingers coming to a stop on your clit as he pulled out of you slowly.

jay pulled off his condom and threw it into the garbage bin beside his bed. your heavy breaths filled his bedroom as he lay down beside you, pulling his duvet (the one that he likes!) over both of your sweaty bodies. you moved over to rest your head on his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat slow down.

"are you okay?" jay asked you, his fingers stroking your hair away from your face.

"'m perfect." you mumbled into his warm skin, feeling tired from the 'exercise' you just did. "thank you."

jay scoffed, "you don't have to thank me, angel. i had fun, as long as you had fun."

"i had fun." you turned your head and smiled up at him. jay kissed your forehead in return, closing his eyes for a moment, taking in his present reality. you felt sleepiness take over both your bodies until your phone started ringing from the pile of clothes you and jay made on the side of his bed.

you groaned, and reached over him to search on the floor for your phone, the duvet falling off your hips leaving your bare ass for jay to see. out of something like instinct, jay smacked your ass playfully, making you look back at him with a roll of your eyes.

"hello?" you asked into your phone, sitting back beside jay, pulling the duvet over your bare body.

"y/n!" seeun said over the phone, "do you want to hang out and watch movies tonight? i'm near your house so i can stop at the corner store and get snacks before i come!" guilt washed over you at seeun's offer to hang out. usually every other friday you and seeun would hang out at your house and watch a series of movies together- you had completely forgotten that it would be this friday as well.

"oh uh, i'm sorry se, i'm not feeling good so i don't think it's a good idea if we do movie night tonight." you lied through your teeth, your hand coming up to rest on your forehead as you tried to not let it out that you were lying.

"aw! that's too bad! i hope your parents are taking good care of you so you feel better!" seeun pouted through the phone.

"they are! thanks so much, i'll see you monday, right?"

"right! feel better! love you!"

"love you, too! bye!" you sighed and hung up, feeling awful that you had to lie to your best friend.

"what's wrong?" jay asked, his hand rubbing your back for comfort.

"seeun likes to have movie nights on friday nights and i forgot." you replied honestly.

"oh shit, i'm sorry." jay sat up, feeling bad that you had to miss hanging out with your friend because of him.

"no, it's okay, you didn't know!" you reassured him with a smile. "i should get home, though, my parents wanted me home before they get home later."

"okay, angel." jay kissed your temple for the last time of the night, both of you standing up and getting dressed so jay could drive you home.

seeun stood across the street from your house. she could see that your parents weren't home since their car wasn't in the driveway. all the lights in your house were off, including your bedroom light, meaning that you most likely weren't home either.

seeun sighed as she hung up, hurt running through her as she realized you had lied to her. where is she? she thought to herself, throwing her phone in her pocket and picking up the bag of snacks she had bought for her and you to share before walking back to her house alone.

-- -- -- -- -- --

since you had now become park jay's girlfriend, you had brought up the idea that you finally meet his friends.

jay really wanted you to meet his friends, but god did it make him nervous. he knew what his friends were like; they were assholes, and they liked to do dangerous things- but they didn't mean any harm per se, they just wanted to have fun.

the next weekend after losing your virginity to park jay, he invited you to come to a party so you could meet his small friend group. you were iffy about going to a party-having almost finished your high school career without not going to one. but since you would get to meet his friends- you pushed yourself to go.

jay held your hand tight as you walked into the party together. it was in some big house in the south end of seoul where apparently 'all the cool people partied'. you could hear the music down the sidewalk as you approached the party. there were strobe lights flashing out of the windows and cheers from kids partying inside.

the first thing you noticed when you walked into the party was that you did not belong. there were girls wearing practically nothing- compared to your short black skirt and baby pink crop top. the scent of weed and alcohol immediately filled your senses as you followed jay through the thick crowd of people, his hand never leaving yours in fear of losing you.

jay knew that you were nervous to go- and that you were going because of him and his friends. he knew that he'd have to watch himself tonight so he didn't mess things up between you and his friends. he already had a strict talk with his friends about being on their best behaviour for when they met you.

his friends were excited to meet you, some of them had only seen you from afar before, and they had really wanted to meet the girl that had stopped jay from being a total delinquent with them.

you almost bumped right into jay's back as he stopped suddenly, gently pulling on your hand so you could stand in front of him. there were six boys who all sat on the couch or chairs, four of them had red solo cups in their hands as they all cheered when they saw jay's familiar face.

they all looked familiar to you, having seen them around school or heard gossip about them from seeun.

"guys, this is y/n, y/n this is heeseung, jake, riki, jungwon, sunghoon and sunoo." jay introduced you over the loud music, pointing at each of them from left to right. they all smiled at you, some of them having bloodshot eyes from either the alcohol or drugs.

"hi y/n, it's nice to meet you!" one of them spoke up, the one being jungwon who seemed the soberest of them all. you smiled politely at him. "i heard you don't like to drink or anything so you can stay with me and riki all night, we don't do that stuff either." jungwon patted the boy on his right, riki smiling at you, too.

"she can stay all night with me too, guys." jay rolled his eyes at them, sitting down on a chair and grabbing at your hand for you to sit on his lap.

"yeah up until when? until you drink so much you throw up again?" the boy named sunghoon slurred, waving his hand at jay. you kept the smile on your face as you listened to him, trying not to think too much of it.

"he's joking, i haven't done that in a while." jay whispered in your ear.

"it's alright." you reassured him with a smile.

halfway through the night jay had convinced you to get up and dance with him, your bodies meshing in with the other sweaty dancers in the crowd as you all listened to the shitty house music that was making you go partially deaf.

it was fun to have jay grinding and laughing behind you, kissing your neck like he usually does. the rest of his friends had all dispersed around you, dancing on their own or with some girl that they obviously wanted to hook up with. it was interesting to see how they all acted together- some characteristics were just like you had heard within all the gossip- other things weren't even mentioned. they all looked out for each other, making sure that one of them doesn't drink or smoke too much.

"i gotta go piss." jay says in your ear while you were dancing. he felt you nod your head in response, "will you be okay for a second?" he felt you nod again, backing away from you but pointing at jake and jungwon from across the room that you'd be by yourself for a moment.

jungwon made his way to you, jake trudging along as he was definitely intoxicated from all the shots he had taken earlier in the night. you smiled as the two of them came into your sight, easily dancing with jungwon playfully. jake stayed beside you guys, swaying to the music with a smirk on his face that reminded you of jay's.

you were having fun dancing with jungwon, feeling jake stare at you every now and then when jungwon would twirl you in the middle of the dance floor.

"how the hell did jay get a girl like you?" you heard jake ask from beside you, making jungwon nudge him with a 'wtf' face.

"what do you mean?" you asked confused.

"you're just too pure." jake bit his lip as he scanned your face, "a goody two shoes." you gulped under jake's stare, jungwon having to snap jake's gaze away from you.

you saw a hand come from behind you a shove jake's shoulder a bit, "what're you doing, jakey?" you heard jay's voice say, an obviously annoyed tone evident.

"just asking y/n about what she sees in you." a playful smirk is on jake's face, he quirks his eyebrows up at you.

"bro, fuck off, you've had too much to drink." jay shoves him again, wrapping an arm around your waist.

"i got him jay, i'll take him back to heeseung's, it was nice to meet you y/n!" jungwon wrapped his arm around jake's shoulders, ushering jake away from you guys and towards an exit.

jay took your hand in his, guiding you through the crowd of people again, making his way to the front door with you behind him. when you were finally outside again, you didn't know how much you missed fresh air. the spring air felt crisp in your lungs as you walked hand in hand with jay down the sidewalk.

"i'm sorry about him," jay speaks for the first time since you've left the better, "he gets assholey when he's drunk, i didn't realize he was at the point of drinking."

"it's okay, jay." you mumbled, kissing his shoulder through his jacket as you continued to walk back to his house.

"what'd he say to you exactly?"

you hummed as you tried to remember, "something about me being a goody two shoes."

jay scoffed, "i'm sorry about him really, i can't believe he was even looking at you like that, i literally almost punched him."

"looking at me like what?"

jay quirked an eyebrow at you playfully, "you know, the way that i look at you."

"hm," you smirked, "didn't even notice."

"good," jay pulled you into him, "because you're mine, right?"

"just yours." you nodded, kissing his lips quickly.

the minute that you're back in jay's bedroom, the scent of alcohol and weed and sweat still on you, he's pushing you down onto his bed. you could tell from the moment jay saw how close jake got to you, that he was jealous. he tried to play it off while you were walking home, but you could tell with the way he kept you close to his side the entire way that he was a bit angry with his friends' actions.

jay nipped at your neck, making you moan out to him, "no marks, jay." you felt him pout against your skin at your warning.

"why? you said so yourself, you're mine. so why can't everyone else know?"

"my parents jay." you pulled him up and away from your skin. he sighed at the mention of them.

"can't we just tell them?"

"i want to, but we can't, not until we graduate, you know how they are."

jay continued to pout at you until his mischeif eyes returned, "fine, i wont leave marks on your neck."

jay starts to pull off your shirt, exposing your collarbones and the tops of your breasts. his lips attack your skin, sucking and biting until you're moaning under him at the possessive way he's marking your body.

you push him off so that you could unclip your bra, his hands helping slide it off of your tits before he's sucking at your nipples. your back arches into his warm mouth, and his hands start to slide off your skirt until he's throwing it over his shoulder.

"i like that skirt." jay mumbles into your skin, pressing open-mouthed kissing down your stomach to your thighs.

"yeah?" you ask breathless.

"yeah, black looks nice on you." he kisses below your belly button, "sexy."

"sexy?" you almost laugh, never in your life have you thought that you would look sexy.

"really sexy," jay came to your face, "why do you think jake couldn't stop staring at you?"

"he wasn't staring, jay." you kissed him passionately, sensing his worry. "if he was, i don't care, i only stare at you."

"i know angel, i know." he kissed your neck again, his finger tracing circles in your bare hips.

"no one else can fuck me like you, jay." you felt him groan at your words, the vibrations tickling your skin.

"is that what you want me to do? do you want me to fuck you, y/n?"

"please jay, i want you to fuck me so hard."

"okay, my angel." his hands grab onto your hips suddenly, flipping you over so your face is pressed against his mattress. "want me to fuck you like the bad girl we know you are?"

"yes! please!" you cried out, your hands searching for something to grab on to. you feel jay grab your forearms, shoving them together and locking them onto your back.

"leave your hands here." jay grunted out, you feel him stand up off of his bed. you hear shuffling as he undresses. "i need to play some music, i don't want my parents to hear." you hum in response to him, watching him turn his speaker on. angel by the weeknd started to fill his room and hopefully quietly down the hall to block out your future noises.

when you feel jay's hard dick press up against your thighs your body jolts with excitement. you felt him press one last soft kiss in the middle of your spin before he's pushing your upper half down into his mattress so that your ass was in the air for him.

his hands land a loud slap on your ass, making you jolt forward with a moan. "fuckin' love your ass, angel." he slaps your ass again with both hands, "wanted to see it for long, prancing around my room in your skirts, just beggin' for it, yeah?"

"yes, sir." you moan out before you could even stop yourself.

"sir?" you hear jay tease you, "my goody two shoes has a sir kink?" he laughs out, "god you're perfect." jay leans his face down so that his tongue can slide in between your folds, small circles around your clit quickly. you feel his lip piercing's cold metal brush over it ever so slightly before he's pulling away again.

jay reaches over your back, holding onto your locked hands that stayed so obediently behind your back. "i love the way you taste, so sweet, so good just like you." he mumbles into your skin, shoving his tongue into your hole quickly before he's taking it out again. he hears you whine into his mattress. "what's wrong, baby?" he asks in a mocked, caring tone.

"wanna feel you."

jay slapped your ass with his free hand, "ask nicely like the good girl you are."

"please, i want your tongue sir." you felt him smirk on your spin as he pressed a soft kiss before slapping your ass again.

"good girl." his breath was over your core again, "fuck you're so wet." he used his thumb to spread your folds open, cool air being blown on your bare core.

jay dragged the flat of his tongue against your slit, collecting all your juices and wetting you with his saliva. you moaned out into the pillow, feeling so incredibly turned on by him that it was almost too much already. the throbbing pain in your ass from his slaps only increased your pleasure more.

you started to grind your hips back into his face, making him laugh against your core. "are you trying to be a little slut?" he asked you, massaging your ass with his free hand, running his fingers over the red marks that were already appearing.

"'m sorr-ry sir, feels so good." you arched your hips to grind against him again.

at full force, jay started to fuck his tongue into your hole, groaning against your core at your taste. he really couldn't get over how good you tasted on his tongue. you really were an angel and he had you all to himself.

within what felt like a minute, jay had to fall apart on his tongue, his grip on your locked hands tightening as you started to shake against his tongue, he spanked your ass as you called out his name, your eyes closing as pleasure took over.

he pressed one final kiss to your wet core before standing up off his bed away from you, your hands falling to your sides from holding them in place for so long. soft whimpers still left your mouth as your high coursed through you. "you good, y/n?" he asked into your air, kissing your temple as your face was still pressed into his mattress.

"yes, sir." you replied obediently, smiling at him through your eyelashes. you heard him dig through his bedside drawer, plopping a condom packet on the bed before digging some more. you heard him mumble to himself before he closed the drawer.

you felt him get on his knees behind you again, pushing your front down again as he slipped the condom on. you could feel your juices mixed with his spit leaking down your legs. jay slid slowly into you, aware that this was only your second time having sex. "fuck, still so tight." he mumbled, sounding like there was something in his mouth. he let you adjust to his size for a moment.

your heavy breath was mixing in with another the weeknd song as you tried to control your clenching core around jay's cock. you heard lighter flicks from behind you suddenly, making you lean on your elbow to look at jay, who was lighting a cigarette in his mouth. you quirked an eyebrow up at him as you watched him inhale, throwing the lighter somewhere and blowing smoke out of his mouth.

"don't look at me like that." jay shook his head, "i was already at a party tonight with drugs and alcohol, and now i'm fucking you- i need something or else i'm not gonna last." you rolled your eyes at him, plopping your head back down into the mattress as you felt him start to fuck slowly into you.

his cock was already so deep in you that you didn't know how long you were going to last either. the slow r&b song urged jay to start fucking into you faster, gripping onto your waist as he fucked you into his mattress. he'd slow down every few thrusts, getting deep inside of you where he'd circle his hips, reaching everywhere inside of you.

you felt his hand reach underneath you, pinching your nipple before grabbing you by the neck and pulling you up your knees. you rested your head on his shoulder, your body jolting upwards everytime he fucked up into you. his other hand that wasn't holding you up held his cigarette, taking a puff every few seconds.

your hair had become a mess at this point, from the amount of times you had shoved your face into the mattress and now it was getting tangled as it hung over your body that rested against jay's.

you kept your eyes closed as you focused on the way jay was fucking you, making you moan out his name and be thankful for the music he had put on. the smell of sweat, jay's cologne and cigarette smoke filled his room as he continuously fucked deep inside of you.

the hand that was holding you up, slid down to your clit, rubbing wet circles around it, causing slick sounds to be heard in the room. "fuck, angel, clenching around me so damn tight."

"just for you, sir." you moaned out, turning your head so you could look him in the eyes.

"fuck." he growled out, throwing your body down onto the mattress again, his cock slipping out of you making you whine. he knelt over you, reaching to his bedside table to put the rest of his cigarette out.

his shoved his cock back into you forcefully, making you cry out his name.

"can you touch your clit for me angel? wanna feel you cum around my cock." he asked, grabbing onto your waist again and fucking into you at a fast pace.

"yes, sir." he watched your hand snake under your body and start circling the bud as he fucked deep inside of you to reach your high.

the sight of you trying to get yourself off while his cock was pleasuring you was almost too much for jay as he rolled his eyes back and swore out loud. your walls were spasming around him in now time, loving the way he was gripping onto you so tight.

he spanked your ass as you came, intensifying your skin as he continued to pound into you, reaching his own orgasm shortly after.

jay collapsed onto you, his cock still sitting in your wet and used walls. your heavy breaths filled the room as both of you tried to calm down from your orgasms.

when he felt his cock soften finally, he pulled out of you slowly, not wanting to overstimulate you more from how sensitive you were. he tied off the condom and threw it into the garbage bin beside his bed.

"i'll get you some water, angel." jay kissed your temple, rubbing your back briefly before throwing on some sweatpants and leaving for the kitchen.

the slow music still played through the speakers as you sat up in jay's bed, reaching over the side to grab something to cover in. jay's black band shirt was over your shoulders in an instant so you could lay back down. there was already a throbbing in your core from how hard jay was fucking into you- you knew that you wouldn't be able to move for the rest of the weekend but you didn't regret it at all.

jay came back with a soft smile on his face as he saw you in his shirt, in his bed, with his bite marks on your thights.

"here you go." jay gave you a glass of water and climbed to sit beside you in the bed, wrapping his duvet around you and him. "are you okay?"

you nodded as you set your glass of water down beside his burnt out cigarette, "'m perfect." jay smiled at you, pulling you into a deep kiss.

"you told your parents that you're sleeping at seeun's, right?" you hummed in response to his questions, "good, let's go to sleep, we're going to need it since exams are starting soon."

you groaned as you layed back with him, your head coming to rest on his chest. "don't remind me about exams right now."

"i'm sorry! i'm kinda excited for them."

"you're excited for exams?" you asked him.

"yeah, i've never studied for them before ."

you hummed in realization at his words, "maybe you are getting a halo, jay."

"maybe." you heard jay reply before the two of you fall asleep to the sounds of each other's breaths, both content with your relationship for the moment, unaware of lies.

-- -- -- - -- -- -- -

although jay said he was excited about exams, he didn't really know just how stressful studying for exams could be. it felt like there was an outweighing pressure on him whether he was studying or not.

and even though you were there beside him for majority of it, he still felt like he wasn't going anywhere. he hated sitting beside someone as smart as you, bothering you to help him when you needed to study as well.

you constantly told him that you didn't mind helping him (you were his tutor at first) but he just didn't believe you. he felt guilty distracting you from your own work when you're the one who actually has a bright future in front of them.

jay had been trying to be good for you the moment you started to tutor him. cutting out drugs and alcohol so quick for him was proven to be difficult very quickly. anytime that he was around his friends, he'd drink or smoke, not telling you what he was up to.

jay knew that he should've told you that he was still getting intoxicated, but he didn't want to disappoint you like he's done to his entire family and peers. he couldn't bear to see a disappointed look on your face because of his actions.

so friday night, when the stress of studying for exams became all too much, he let heeseung pick him up and take him to an almost end-of-the-year party.

and he drank and he smoked and he lost himself in the shitty house music that he swore he hated. every time the thought of you came into his mind, he took another shot to try to distract himself from how much of a disappointment he was. everyone was right, you were too good for him.

that disappointed look from you came all too quickly when he woke up the next day to you shoving his shoulder, waking him up in his bed. it took him a second to realize where he was and what the hell was going on, but once he did oh god was he fucked.

"y/n!" he jumped out of bed, only wearing those grey sweatpants that you liked on him so much. "i-"

"it's whatever, jay," you put your hand up to him, frustrated that he had gone out and got intoxicated behind your back. "i'll talk to you monday when you're not hungover."

"y/n." he grabbed your arm, stopping you from leaving his bedroom, "i'm sorry! i just, exams! i didn't think they'd be so stressful!" you couldn't look at him as he explained himself, feeling lied to was the worse thing you could feel.

"you could've at least told me you were going to a party," you mumbled to him, wondering if he had hooked up with any girls last night.

"i know! you're right! i'm a fucking asshole. i'm sorry, i tried to be good for you- i did!"

you sighed as he kept apologizing to you, wondering how many times exactly he's lied to you about being somewhere or being sober.

"y/n, look at me." his voice sounded weak as he said your name again. you forced yourself to look at him, tiredness evident on his face from the night he had. "i am sorry. i like you so much i-."

"do you like me?" you cut him off, "because if you did i don't know why you'd lie to me about this."

"of course i fucking like you! i can't go a second through my day without thinking about you! i have to drink to stop thinking about you and how much of a disappointment i am to you! it's so hard trying to be good i- i'm just not."

your hand grabbed jay's face, making him look you in the eyes, "park jay." you made him listen to you, "you are not a fucking disappointment." jay's eyes widen at your use of language, never hearing you swear before in his life, "you don't have to be good for me. no one is exactly good, take me for an example. i understand that you like to drink and smoke and party and whatever! i just hate knowing that you're wasting your life away when you have so much potential! i don't care if you smoke or drink i just want you to be able to have a good future! i didn't mean to make it sound like you had to go behind my back to do those things! so i'm sorry." you confessed to him, feeling guilty yourself for putting pressure on him to feel like he's not good enough for you.

jay sighs at your confession, the weight on his shoulders leaving as he realizes his own stupid mistakes. "it's okay. i'm still sorry that i did those things behind your back." he nodded, moving forward to rest his chin on your shoulder.

you wrap your arms around him, smiling as he almost knocks you over by leaning his entire weight on you, "it's okay. next time, we should just talk about these things, i don't want there to be any more miscommunication, okay?"

"okay, angel." jay nodded, pulling away so he could smash his lips onto your own, kissing you like it's the first time all over again.

-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --

new fact: walking into school with park jay holding your hand will 100% cause everyone to stop and stare at you.

"what do we do?" you whispered to him, continuing your way to your locker.

"just don't look at them, they're fucking annoying." he grunted at you, hating everyone in the school.

"jay!" you hissed at him.

"sorry! you asked!" he shoved you playfully, pulling you back into him by your hand.

"what the hell?" you heard a familiar voice behind you. both you and jay turn at the sudden declaration.

seeun stood behind you, a disgusted look on her face as she looked at you, jay and your intertwined hands.

"seeun." you said her name, pulling your hand away from jay out of instinct.

"save it, y/n. now i know that this is who's been keeping you so busy." seeun pointed at jay, "so busy that you can't hang out with your best friend."

"seeun i'm sorry! i didn't mean for it to be like this!" you tried to explain, but she turned on her heel and stormed through the crowd of students until she was gone. you turned and looked at jay, an upset expression on your face.

"go after her, i'm fine." jay smiled at you, nodding towards the direction where seeun went. you smiled at him, pulling him in for a kiss that made everyone gasp before you ran down the hall where seeun went.

you pushed into the girl's bathroom where you saw her disappear, her bent-over figure leaning over the bathroom sink.

"seeun." your voice makes her head jolt up, a scowl on her face when she sees that it's you. "i'm sorry."

"you're sorry?" seeun says, standing up straight. "you have nothing to be sorry for y/n." she says in a mocked tone, "you're just throwing your life away with some misfit delinquent. go ahead! as if i care!"

"seeun!" you hiss at her, not believing the way she was speaking to you. "it's not like that! he's not like that!"

"he's not a misfit?" seeun laughs in your face, "then what the hell is he? and why is a girl like you dating a guy like park jay?"

god you were getting so sick of that phrase.

"because i'm a misfit too! i don't fit in in this society either! and that's all i ever wanted! i'm fucking happy seeun!"

seeun gasped at your confession before she scoffed, "who even are you?" she asked, shoving past you and exiting the bathroom.

you stood in silence with your jaw dropped open as you walked toward the mirror. you wiped your face from the fallen tears that managed to escape because of your best- ex best friend.

the toilet flushing in one of the stalls behind you made you stand up straight, looking at yourself in the reflection as if anything was fine.

park sieun with her pretty orange hair walked up behind you, washing her hands in the sink beside you.

"you shouldn't listen to her," she spoke to you for the first time in your whole high school career.

"what?" you asked confused, wondering if she even knew who she was talking to. sieun dried her hands before looking at you.

"don't listen to yoon seeun. it's hard for someone to be friends with her. she cares too much about fitting in in this world when that's so hard to do. once she realizes just how much of a 'misfit' someone is, she cuts them out of her life."

"oh." you nod, looking down at your hands, remembering that sieun and seeun used to be friends. "oh."

sieun smiles at your realization, "i'm a misfit too y/n, believe it or not. so don't listen to seeun. and i think it's cool that you're dating jay, whether or not your high school reputations allow it or not, who cares, just have fun."

you smile at her words, feeling a bit better now that you've realized just how much high school stereotypes and cliques can really ruin a person.

"thank you sieun, really."

"it's no problem." she shakes her pretty head, "good luck on your exams." she pats your shoulder and leaves the bathroom as the bell rings.

-- -- -- -- -- -- --

within the last few days of high school, yoon seeun had already found a new 'best friend' as she sat with her at your and seeun's old cafeteria table. it made your stomach feel sick when you walked in and someone sitting in 'your' spot. you really were just so replaceable to seeun.

an arm wrapped around your shoulder as the frown deepened at the sight, "just come sit with us outside, it'll be fun." jay spoke from behind you, making you smile up at him.

hanging out with jay and the rest of the 'misfits' was something you never thought that you'd do. but fitting in with them was a lot easier than fitting in with the rest of the world.

jake apologized for the last time you had partied with them, feeling guilty for being such an asshole drunk. but you only smiled and hugged him, catching the wink jay threw to you over his shoulder.

you fit in with the rest of the boys so much that it made them even want to study for their exams. so you all made flashcards and makeshift quizzes and studied in heeseung's bedroom until you rotted.

they all groaned when you told them they had more questions to do, but in the end it worked out the best for them.

jay, sunghoon and jake all graduated that year with you, all of them thankful that you had become their tutor. they had joined heeseung at the local state college, grateful that somewhere had accepted them with their last-minute grades.

you ended up getting accepted into a university a few hours away from seoul, wanting to still get away from your strict parents.

the boys were sad that they wouldn't see you as much. it put worry on you and jay for how much you'd see each other by being hours away from each other every day.

but you made a promise to call and to visit once a month.

and you were perfect with that.

because you and jay need each other.

your relationship can work through the distance as it's worked through the changes you had to make for the better of the both of you.

you were too good and he was too bad- you had to find the balance through each other.

and now park jay hates everyone except for you (and maybe heeseung)

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Summary: after yet another fight with your boyfriend, your best friend and roommate, kim mingyu, must step in to pick up the pieces. he does just that, and a little more…

MingyuxFemale reader

w.c.: 5.3k

cw: oral (f.receiving), unprotected sex, sub!mingyu, dom!reader, overuse of the word puppy(no pet play tho), mommy kink, oral (m.receiving) if you squint, teasing, orgasm denial

a/n: so this is our first collab fic that we’ve actually written together. usually when we collab, we just bounce ideas off each other and then one of us writes it, but we spent over three days writing and editing this together so we hope you enjoy it as much as we did writing it.

p.s.: most of our fics are written in lowercase on purpose.

this was the fifth time your ‘boyfriend’ has pissed you off with the same bullshit. did this man even love you?

“i’m not doing this with you tonight, ____,” he hissed through the phone. you could feel the lump in your chest find it’s way up to you throat making it ten times harder for you to hide your emotions. you were beyond pissed, completely fed up with his cold shoulder. “how many times are you gonna sit here and make assumptions about me?”

you held back your tears just for a bit to answer him. “it seems as if you’re more interested in that friend of yours than me. i have proof of it.”

it kept going and going. the arguing, the teeth sucking, the eye rolling, the yelling, everything you could think of. did you even consider this man your boyfriend? you wish you could go back to the you one and a half years ago and just stop your flirtatious actions with the said man. before another word could leave your mouth, the man had the audacity to hang up on you.

and it finally came crashing down.

every sob you were holding back while on the phone washed over you in a split second. you laid your head on your plushies and wallowed in your own sorrows.

a soft knock came from your door. you didn’t even bother to tell them to come in since you already knew who it was.

“____?” mingyu called out. your back was facing him not wanting him to see you in this state. you knew he wasn’t dumb, the walls are pretty thin so of course he heard the conversation—your side at least. the weight on your bed shifted as he sat himself on your large bed, rubbing his large hand on your thigh platonically.

“i’m so stupid..” you cried, sniffling like a baby. he cooed at you, laying himself down behind you. mingyu was honestly the only one who knew how to deal with your emotions, the soft touches and a close distance but not asking too many questions, only letting you spill your heart out and giving you his presence. “i should’ve listened to you.”

a couple of months into your relationship with your ‘boyfriend’, mingyu felt some type of way about him. you brushed it off thinking the puppy was just mad cause you two were not going to be hanging out literally everyday of the week anymore, viewing your boyfriend was a replacement. to be fair, mingyu was clingy like that and wasn’t really too fond of change, especially when it came to you. but nope, that wasn’t the reason. the small things that mingyu would notice didn’t seem like love to him. the eye rolls, him not paying as much attention to you, the lack of energy in the relationship.

he hated it.

if it was him he would treat you better. so much better. he would give you the world and more if he could. but of course you didn’t have to know that.

“you’re not stupid, ____,” he whispered. you could feel his breath tickle your neck as he spoke. he also smelt so good, his cologne heavy in the room making you relax just a little. you wanted to turn around and look at his beautiful face, wanting to get as close as possible but you couldn’t. it would also be embarrassing having your puffy eyes facing him, probably making him think you were just a big cry baby.

his hand continued to slowly rub your thigh as you felt your heart pace slow down. your eyes were starting to get heavy making you instantly fall asleep. mingyu followed shortly after.

———

“fuck.. what time is it..?” mingyu groaned behind you. one of your eyes slowly opened, waking up in utter confusion seeing the night sky. you checked your phone seeing the time only being 8:54 pm. mingyu’s arm wrapped around you pulling your back against his massive chest. were you holding your breath?

“want some ice cream?” his nose in the crevice of your neck, taking in your scent which smelt like peaches and ocean breeze. you feel your mouth salivate at the thought of ice cream and just going outside in general to get some fresh air. you tapped his arm twice resulting in him letting your frame go, making the tall puppy pout his lips at the loss of your warmth. but, thankfully, your answer was yes.

after throwing on something quick and comfortable, you went towards your dresser and grabbed your keys. “i’ll drive.”

the car ride was something you needed. the weather was perfect for rolling the windows down and the sky wasn’t too dark but wasn’t too bright either. songs played as mingyu and you went the long way to the ice cream shop.

you don’t know what it was. maybe it was how mingyu treated you earlier but your heart was pounding at 100 miles per hour. you would catch yourself taking small glances at the pretty boy while he typed away at his phone singing along to the song. then, there were times where you felt eyes on you as you were driving. his stare would slowly burn through the side of your face, then to your bare thighs but only for a split second before it came back up to your face.

maybe you were just losing your mind. the nap was hard as hell and your ‘boyfriend’ was literally being a dick to you, it could just be your imagination. as you were trying to calm yourself, mingyu hand found his way to your thigh. it’s nothing new, he’s done this before but why was it driving you insane.

“has this scar always been here?” he asked, his index and middle finger softly rubbing against the said scar.

“yeah,” you sighed. fuck why we’re getting hot? a cold sweat ran through you like you were some virgin. the fuck was your problem? were you touch deprived? thankfully, you pulled into the parking lot of the ice cream shop. you reached into your glove compartment to get your wallet but he stopped you instantly.

“no, absolutely not. i’m paying,” he demanded. you tried to stop him but he just completely ignored your plea and made his way into the shop. you couldn’t help but smile at him as you walked towards the shop.

“the usual right? cookie dough?” he reached into his pocket to pull out his wallet then looked at you to make sure you were paying attention. you nodded your head in agreement and laid your head on his arm. “two scoops of cookie dough on a waffle cone and then for me can i have two scoops of cookies n’ cream on a waffle cone.”

as you waited for the ice cream, you checked your phone to see if anybody texted you only to see your boyfriend’s name. the paragraph was long. it consisted of him blaming you more than himself, changing your words around to make it seem like he was the victim and not you, only showing one ounce of respect at the end of the paragraph.

“i wish you nothing but the best as i leave from this relationship. bye ____.”

a cold chill ran through you as you felt that same lump as before form in your chest again. mingyu finished paying for the ice cream ready to give you your cone until he saw how pale your face was. before he could say anything he motioned for you to follow him out of the store and to the car. you unlocked your car door getting ready to sit in the driver seat until mingyu offered himself to drive instead. he gave you your ice cream and made his way to the driver’s side and sat in the car.

“he broke up with me…” you whispered. tears ran down your cheek as you licked your ice cream cone. mingyu felt his heart ache at the sight of you, wasting your tears on somebody so worthless.

“let’s go home.”

you and mingyu sat on the sofa in the living room of your shared apartment, watching the amazing world of gumball. your head rested on his shoulder still sniffling and crying at the heartbreak. as much as mingyu wanted to punch himself, he couldn’t help but think you were so pretty crying like this. eyes puffy, cheeks red, and lips swollen. the only thing is those tears were being wasted and he wanted it to fucking stop. he placed small kisses on the top of your head, his arm pulling you into him more.

“____, it’s gonna be okay,” he said. “he didn’t deserve you and you know he isn’t the victim, it’s you. stop crying over him please.” he shook your body just a little only making you whine. he shook you some more then made his way to your sides to tickle you.

“don’t… don’t you dare,” you said, shooting straight up and looking at him. those damn puffy eyes and pouty lips, he could feel himself lose all sense of reasoning. he just smiled at your ‘threat’ and started reaching for your sides again. “kim mingyu, if you tickle me so help me go-” before you could finish your sentence your roommate was violently attacking your sides with his fingers. you tried to hold back your giggles, but couldn’t any longer as his fingers quickly moved up and down your rib cage, causing you to fall backwards, while kicking up in protest. mingyu was able to climb between your legs, enabling him to assault your sides with even more vigor. he grinned down at you taking in your state, your cheeks were flushed from trying to catch your breath in between giggles, your chest was rising and falling heavily as you looked up at your best friend with teary eyes. mingyu suddenly found himself in a trance, leaning down to gently capture your lips. once your lips connected you began to immediately kiss back, moving your lips against his slowly. you moaned into the kiss as he pressed more of his weight into you, able to feel his growing member as it touched your clothed core. you grinded up into him as the kiss deepened, the two of you becoming hungrier for each other as you fought for dominance.

mingyu backed away causing you to pout at the loss, but that disappointment was soon replaced with excitement as mingyu moved down between your legs.

“can i..?” he looked up at you for permission, to which you nodded. he slowly removed your shorts and underwear in one go taking in the beautiful sight before him. you were soaking, a string of arousal disconnecting from your panties and your glistening folds. the sight of you made him feel a bit cocky since he realized simply kissing you was all it took for you to become like this. what he didn’t know was that this result was a combination of what happened on the way to the ice cream parlor up to now.

mingyu slowly teased you with his fingers listening to the lewd sounds that came from your pussy as he played with it. “i want a taste…” he looked up at you with hooded eyes as he continued playing with your folds. “didn’t your parents tell you you’re not supposed to play with your food?” you asked making eye contact with him. mingyu nodded slowly while still looking at you, “then go on, enjoy your meal baby.”

that was all mingyu needed to hear as he dove in. he licked a fat stripe from the bottom of your folds all the way up to your clit, humming at the sweet taste of you. you watched with hooded eyes as mingyu ate you out as if it was his last meal. sloppily slurping up your juices as you became wetter with each lick and suck that he was delivering. wanting to get closer to your core, mingyu throws your legs over his broad shoulders and sheaths his tongue inside of you as he continues to messily eat you out. you continued to watch the man until you caught a glimpse of his hips grinding into the sofa, creating some type of friction to get him off while he devoured you. you throw your head back in pleasure as his tongue reaches deep inside you. your walls clenched around the muscle feeling that familiar heat begin to build up, making the pup moan into your core. you pulled on mingyu’s hair to get him to stop his actions, you didn’t want to come just yet, not before you got to the main event.

“slow down baby, m’not going anywhere,” you chuckled looking down at the puppy who had your juices all over his mouth and chin. he breathed out heavily, cheeks flushed and brows drawn together due to the pain that was burning his scalp. you loosened your grip a bit before guiding him back down to your pussy, leaving your hand entangled with his soft brown locks once he was back in position. he began his ministrations again with the same fervor, but was careful not to go too fast as you had instructed. “good boy…” you praised, smiling down at him as you moved your hips to meet his tongue. his dick was crying out to him, wanting to be touched but he was too focused on making you feel good to even care. his tongue swiped against your swollen clit again before sucking on it with eagerness. your grip on his soft locks became tighter, making the pretty boy whine against you and hold his head still.

“fuck.. just like that.. stay there..” you sighed. your hips moved vigorously as he continued to suck. his grip on your thighs became tighter the faster he rubbed himself against the sofa, feeling his own high build up. “‘nna cum baby..” you moaned. his head was spinning at the idea of you cumming because of him, wanting nothing more than your thighs squeezing his head as you shake from his actions. his nails dug into your thighs,knowing they were going to leave mark later on, waiting for you to fuck his face faster. his name fell from your plump lips, legs shaking and slowly closing around his head once that bubble popped.

his mind was completely blank, only wanting to take care of you and please you until you can't take it anymore. his fingers slowly inserted into you, finishing out your high but also collecting your release. his tongue lapped against your folds and his own fingers as cum ran down the large digits. “ming– fuck wait,” you begged. your legs shook more at the overstimulation, not being able to find a stopping point. the only way you could stop mingyu, however, was gripping his locks once again, pulling him away from your sensitive cunt. he looked at you with hooded eyelids and you returned the same fucked out look. both craving more from one another, whether it was touch or affection, you needed him and he needed you.

his hands softly caressed your thighs as he lifted himself up to his knees. his dick standing proud in his sweats, precum seeping through making a small print near the tip of his dick. his hands found their way from your thigh,

to your knees

to your shin

and your ankles, slowly trying to memorize every scar, every bump, and every ounce of your soft skin so it would burn into his head. his chest rose up and down slowly as he scanned the rest of your body before bringing his gaze back up to your face causing you to clench around nothing.

“lemme fuck you..” his tongue swiped over his lips then the back of his sharp teeth. “please..?” one of his hands stroked his clothed cock making air get sucked in between his teeth at the feeling. the other hand placed itself beside your head as he slowly brought himself down towards you. chest to chest. face to face. you bit your lip as you watched his every move, anticipating what words were going to leave his lips. he looked at your eyes then your lips, carefully leaning in until his lips were slightly touching yours. “i’d make you feel so good.. just please.” the hand that was stroking his dick made its way into his pants and his briefs, thumb rubbing his tip collecting more of his precum. the pace of his breathing started to pick up the faster his thumb moved around his tip. he closed his eyes, his mouth agape as he tried to bring himself to release.

the sight was sinful. your cunt dripping more as you watched your best friend shamelessly beg to fuck you. him shamelessly fucking himself to just your presence alone. all of this was making your head spin and you couldn’t take it anymore. your lips found his, mingyu not even trying to battle for dominance anymore. the noises he released into your mouth were so shameless, completely different from his tall and buff appearance. your hands found comfort on his chest as you pushed him off of you. he sat up on the sofa correctly, making you throw one of your legs over so you could straddle the helpless pup.

he places his hands on your hips as you two continued to kiss, your tongue taking over his mouth with no remorse. “you’re so cute,” you smiled, placing pecks against the side of his lip then his beautiful tan neck. the pecks instantly turned into wet kisses, bruising the glowing boy’s neck with each kiss.

he moaned high in the back of his throat as he rutted up into you clothed core looking for some type of friction. “poor puppy is so needy.” you feigned in a sickly sweet tone as you grinded down to meet his hip driving him even more insane than he already was.

“you gonna be good for mommy, and let her use you how she wants?” you asked pulling away from his neck to make eye contact. mingyu’s head was faced towards the side his eyes shut in pleasure as he whined out into the stillness of your apartment.

you grabbed his hair roughly once again causing him to look at you, he had tears in his eyes from how worked up he was. “baby, did you hear what i said?” he looked into your eyes before shaking his head and whining more as you slammed your hips down. “i said… are. you. going. to. be. good?” you asked once again punctuating each word by slamming down on his clothes cock.

mingyu nodded as a sob ripped through his chest, thighs shaking slightly as he tried to hold back his orgasm. satisfied enough with his answer you climbed off of him and helped remove his sweats. you looked at the large wet patch on the front of his pants and could feel your arousal spike from the mess the two of you created.

deciding to tease your roommate a little more you knelt down in front of him in between his large thighs and began mouthing at his clothes dick. taking the large tip between your lips through the fabric. mingyu tried to buck up in pleasure, but you had a firm grasp on his thighs preventing him from doing so. “p-please… i wanna feel you.” mingyu keened throwing his head back. “what do you mean love? i’m touching you aren’t i?” you smiled loving his reactions to all the teasing. “no! wanna feel you around me…” mingyu whined looking down at you, the tears in his eyes were growing larger and as if on cue one of the fat water droplets began to slide down his cheek.

“aw baby, do you need mommy’s pussy that bad?” you jutted your lip out, while tilting your head to the side. mingyu nodded enthusiastically pouting a little as you continued to tease him.

mingyu never knew you could be this cruel and if it wasn’t for the fact that you had just gone through your break up (definitely not the fact that he was so whipped for you he’d risk death just to see you happy) he probably wouldn’t have allowed you to do this. at least that’s what he tells himself in his head as cock continues to betray him with every twitch.

gaging that he had been through enough berating you finally pulled his sweat pants down. he hissed a little as his sensitive tip got caught on the waistband of his sweat pants. you cooed at his reaction before standing up to straddle him again. once situated on his lap you began to roll your hips against his him, humming at the way his shaft felt between your folds. deciding you wanted to have more contact with him though, you pulled off his hoodie and your own quickly, giving you more access to his gorgeous golden skin that you loved so much. you continued to move against him, glaring at your roommate when he roughly gripped your sides. “so impatient…” you tsked while lifting up slowly, positioning yourself above his cock before slowly sinking down.

your face contorted at the stretch, throwing your head back as you slowly slide down his length, gripping onto his thighs to keep yourself grounded. “fuck you’re so tight…” mingyu said breathily, his grip tightening on your sides as you clenched around him.

you moved your hands to his shoulders, gripping them tightly as you adjusted to his size. you knew mingyu was blessed, because you may or may not have accidentally walked in on him jerking off one time. you had only seen a glimpse, but now feeling it inside you, it felt even bigger than what you remembered seeing that day.

“are you ok?” mingyu asked lifting your chin to look into his eyes. he looked so concerned and it made your heart melt a bit at his sincere expression.

your ex never looked at you like that.

you nodded slowly afraid your voice would betray you since you were already breathing heavily. to show him you were fine though you began rocking your hips slowly causing you both to let out breathy moans. you continued rocking slowly watching the way mingyu reacted to you. he looked so pretty, lips parted and eyes closed as you grind your hips down into him. “so gorgeous…” you whispered out, his hooded eyes meeting your own. he desperately wanted to move, but he wanted you to continue using him as you pleased. he decided to indulge himself though by connecting your lips in a slow, but passionate kiss. you kissed back slowly, moving one of your hands from his shoulder to cup his cheek gently.

the two of you pulled away gasping for air, your hips had momentarily stopped moving from how much mingyu's kisses had affected you. the time that you two spent kissing though had helped you adjust to his large size. gripping onto his shoulders tightly you began to lift yourself off his cock before slamming back down on him. mingyu couldn’t contain the moans that tumbled from his lips as you set up a steady pace.

bouncing up and down you played with the hairs at the nape of his neck as you let your head fall onto his shoulder. no one had ever filled you up this deliciously and each time you brought your hips down you couldn’t help the whimpers that fell from your own lips. “you’re doing so good baby, making mommy feel so good.” you breathed out kissing his praise shoulder which was beginning to gleam with sweat. mingyu whined at the praise, his grip becoming almost bruising from how good you felt around him. “mommy feels so good around me.” he slurred out trying his best to hold back.

you could tell he was about to cum, but didn’t want to give him the gratification of release just yet. before he could finish you pulled off of him and gripped the base of his cock roughly to prevent him from orgasming.

“f-fuck!” he cried out as his dry orgasm racked through his body causing him to shake. you watched as tears began to tumble down his cheeks again, his chest rising and falling heavily as he whimpered.

“come on, we aren’t finished pup.” you got up on shaky legs, pulling him up with you. walking into your bedroom, you laid down on the bed, pulling him down so he was hovering over you. “here’s how it’s gonna work. you’re gonna fuck me, but every time you get close to cumming, we switch positions. if i cum then you can cum. if you cum without permission we keep going until i finish, overstimulated or not.“ you looked sternly into his eyes making sure his attention was on you. “am i understood?” you asked gripping his hair roughly. “yes mommy, i understand.” he whimpered out softly.

“good, go on love, show mommy how good you are.” you smiled releasing his locks.

mingyu lined himself up with your cunt before thrusting in roughly. he set up a fast pace that had your body moving up and down with the force of his thrusts. you moaned loudly at the unexpected pace as the headboard loudly banged against the wall. “f-fuck, gyu s-slow down.” you begged loudly as your hands clawed at the sheets trying to grip onto something for purchase. mingyu ignores your pleas as he continues to plow into you at an animalistic pace, his hands tightly gripping the pillow that your head is placed on.

you gripped his hair roughly once again causing his hips to stutter as they came to a stop. “w-what, you said as long as i didn’t cum!” he whined looking down at you with a pout. he took in your breathless form and how your hair was laying messily against the pillow, brushing a few strands that had managed to get into your eyes behind your ear. “y-yeah but it doesn’t mean you have to thrust into me like an animal.” you replied loosening your grip on his scalp allowing your hand to fall back down to your side.

mingyu nodded before he began thrusting again, this time at a much slower pace. he thrusted into you deeply allowing you to feel every inch of him as he slowly dragged himself in and out of you. mingyu whimpered in the back of his throat as he felt how tight you were clenching around him, “q-quit that…” you opened your eyes and looked at him with a confused expression “w-what?”

his face was contorted in pleasure and you clenched experimentally to see if your suspicion was right. he whimpered out again before pulling out and clutching the base of his cock roughly to stop his orgasm. “that!” he exclaimed sitting back on his heels while he tried to catch his breath. you giggled loudly before sitting up yourself. “i can’t help it if you’re making me feel good.”

“yeah but the last time was on purpose, i know it!” he furrowed his brows while he tried to catch his breath. his cock we still standing angry and red between his legs, which made you feel a bit bad since you could tell how needy he was.

“guilty,” you grinned cheekily before getting on your hands and knees. “come on pup, i think you’ve been good enough. you can cum if you want, but you still have to get me off if you cum before me.” you said, arching your back as you waited for him to enter you. you shivered once you felt his large palms on your waist, gripping harshly as he pushed himself in slowly. the stretch was so delicious yet so addicting for the second time. a breath that mingyu didn’t know he was holding left his plump lips once he bottomed out. “you feel so good,” he breathed. he leaned over placing kisses on your flushed out back sending waves of pleasure straight to you core making you clench around the girth. his hips started to move slowly getting used to your walls once again before speeding up. seeing your ass jiggle with every thrust had his head spinning, wishing to see this view everyday for the rest of his life.

your shaky arms failed you, making your face lay sideways on the mattress, hair in front of you face and mouth agape. god he felt so good. his dick hit places where your ex couldn’t even reach, feeling sparks and butterflies throughout your entire body. arousal began to run down your weak legs, soaking the sheets and your roommate’s thighs.

“fuck baby i’m so close..” you grunted once your fingers circled your clit. mingyu whined at the pet name, pressing down on your back to thrust into you harder. you could tell he was on the edge but trying his best to hold back for you, trying to be the best boy he could be. ’mommy’ fell from his lips as your muscle clenched around his throbbing dick, trying to milk him wanting him to fill you up to the brim. “cum in me baby, want you to fill me up..”

“my god…” he choked out, your words going straight to his dick. his hips started to lose rhythm, his cum painting your walls. this spurred up your own release moaning out his name while your legs shook around him. both of your breaths heavy, he slowly tried to slide out of you only for it to fail when your hips chased him, fucking yourself a bit more to overstimulate the poor pup. “____ please…” he whined, his body twitching at the feeling. he was so cute you just had to stop messing with him. his large body laid beside yours, bringing you close to his with no room to cool off.

“that really happened,” you giggled. his eyes looked at you, so bright and filled with love you could feel your heart sink to the pit of your stomach. to think this could happen to your roommate and best friend of all people, it almost felt like a dream to you. your hand slowly went to his face, caressing his cheek and your thumb rubbing across his beautiful lips resulting in him kissing it. “yeah.. it did.” his hand rubbed your bare back tracing patterns of god know what still finding some sort of answer in your eyes.

“soooo….” you began. “what are we?” mingyu’s eyes rolled as he turned over so his back was facing you.

“you’re kidding right?” he scowled. “you literally put me through heaven and hell at the same time and used me as a fuck toy just for you to ask ‘what are we?’” you laughed at his pouting pulling yourself back to him and placing a kiss on his shoulder, then his neck, and then his cheek. “hmmm i don’t know. i might have to think about it,” you teased. he turned to look out you with a loud ‘ya!’ only making you laugh harder and kiss his cute lips. the kiss went from a peck then to a long passionate drawn out kiss, pulling yourself on top of him again and his hand resting on your waist.

“i’m just teasing you baby,” you smiled, breaking the kiss. his thumbs rubbed you hips as he looked up at you with a big smile. “i love you, dummy.” his arms pulled you down to a big hug, placing a kiss on your head then your lips.

“i love you too.”

Insanity ⏐ Kim Sunwoo

SoftDom! Kim Sunwoo x Fem!Reader

↳ Synopsis: A little fun wouldn't hurt anybody when your boyfriend decides to take you while a family member is in the house.

↳ Warnings: Smut. Fluff. Softdom Sunwoo. Exhibitionism. Usage of the name slut. Unprotected sex. Brother confrontation :) I used his Korean age not international

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The last thing you would think (if you were able to think right now), would be that this boy whose face is glued to yours and body nuzzled in between your legs is not the same boy that's terrified of almost everything. There were a lot of things that you didn't think were right, and this was one of them. And there were a lot of things he was afraid of, and maybe this wasn't one of those things.

Hands. All over you. Groping you over your clothes, all warm and squeezing tight, in some areas light and feathery, making you feel bothered and needy. Making you hiss through your teeth along with mewls. Eyebrows knitted in place at the audacity of his hands.

"stop touching me"

He pushed you further back into bed by his lips until your back comes in contact with the mattress and laying comfortably underneath him. That perfect amount of weight on top of you. Your hands can't help but snake to the nape of his neck and push him further into your mouth. Atmosphere drowned with lips smacking, biting, diluting your taste with his, heads pushing and pulling. Hands pushing and pulling.

A sly smirk crosses his lips, "Hm?, What were you saying?"

Only slightly annoyed, you pull back from him, "we can't do this here," you scoot yourself up so that you're sitting against the headboard, and Sunwoo slides you his pouty eyes. It only means one thing when he that, he wants something. And almost every time, he gets it. You almost fall for it, "look you horny shit, you didn't come here for me"

And you know you're right. You have a brother, Younghoon. When you started dating Sunwoo, those two clicked instantly. Almost an inseparable bond. Playing games, and sports with each other while you let him be. How could you not love it?

It was only when Younghoon had to leave for university that you saw Sunwoo heartbroken for the first time. Your brother was always protective and selective of the boys you opened your heart to, but with Sunwoo, he took one look at your boyfriend and surprisingly enough, by not opening his mouth and diluting the air with "no's"? That was blessing enough for Sunwoo to date you. While you had the right to date Sunwoo anyways, Younghoon grew fond of Sunwoo. And they never expected the amount of sadness when Younghoon had to leave his best friend to go to school in another city.

But now he's back, evident from the yelling and video game noises coming down the hall.

There were times where Sunwoo would hang out with Younghoon more than you, but there was no point on letting it bother you. Once a girl who values her alone time, always a girl who values her alone time.

And there were times where Sunwoo would neglect his poor best friend and leave him in the dust by being with you for hours and days. Maybe it's the fact that he's gotten so used to just having you around, he forgot what it was like that you had a brother who's also his best friend.

"You came here to hang out with Younghoon, not me"

Handing you a dismissive look, he decided to try your lips, hands moving down to your hips. But you dodge his lips and he starts to whine and groan, letting his head fall onto your stomach forehead first. Most of the time, you'd have found that endearingly adorable. Because you learned that your boyfriend is clingy and needy. "we have been together for the last few maybe months, and I overheard you two yesterday when he came back into town saying that you'll meet up with him today to play league of legends," a scoff (endearing) slips past your lips, "..you dorks"

"He'll be fiiiinee, I'll see him tomorrow", his voice muffled by the fabric of your hoodie.

"No, get off me and go hangout with my br-"

Tightening his hold on your hips a yelp escapes you from him pulling you down. And you're where you were earlier, underneath him. Underneath him and all his delicious weight. He flexes his hips up and you're only able to hiss.

"baby- I'm so worked up right now, so I'm staying here"

Feeling nervous, you take a big gulp and when you shift around, you feel his hardness in between your legs and you shiver at the contact. "Younghoon's right down the hallway Sunwoo"

Sunwoo lowers his head till his lips connect with the notch of your throat, kissing up till he reaches your ear, "we will be very very very quiet" He manages to say each 'very' sexier each time, "at least I will be"

You swallow at his words as he places his hand under your jaw, gripping tenderly, tilting your chin to the ceiling allowing his lips to explore the skin of your neck. Swirling his tongue anywhere he finds fit. His other hand pulling your sweater taut. You pull your eyebrows tight when he nips at a sensitive spot.

He lowered his voice, "If I wanna fuck you, I'll fuck you, anywhere and anytime"

Gasping at his bold claim, "Sunwoo, Younghoon is right down the hall, if he hears any of this, he'll kill-"

"No he won't, and enough of the sibling talk, it's throwing me off"

"You're insane", smacking your lips along with an eye roll, but his lips feel so good on your skin, it was impossible to hold any ounce of annoyance for long. Aware of what could go wrong, you bring your hand to the back of his head, threading your fingers through his beautiful locks. And you feel the twitch of his lips when he smiles against your skin, "insane for you".

When you start rolling your body below him, you can feel his hardness with every roll and a shiver from him paired with hearing him groan. His grip becomes tighter at your jaw and he smashes your lips with his. Messily and desperate. Sunwoo was devouring you and with his body pushing harder against yours, you mewl into his lips. His perfect mouth invading you and making you feel all sorts of things along with his body pressing against you. And you couldn't help but pull so tight on his hair pushing him in, because more, more, and more.

This house was built with such thin walls, you can only pray that none of this can be heard.

It's merely just making out coupled with excessive tongue and fondling, it shouldn't have possibly dizzied your mind so much to the point you didn't feel his other hand snake up the only clothing item keeping him from having more access. Only able to cup one breast squeezing he grows impatient and pulls away from you and removes your sweater, pulling your body up and messing up your hair in the process. A familiar feeling climbs up through your body when you're welcomed with the hunger behind his eyes. Something shakes you on the inside as you get pushed back on the bed roughly and he reclaims your lips. And traveling every where, lips never not connected to skin, "I love you, I love you, I fucking love you"

He can say it a million more times, and you'd never get used to it.

Well aware of it though, you know he loves you. Never doubted it. One thing comes to your mind, when you hear his 'I love you' mantras. It means that he either did something foolishly stupid or you're going to have the life fucked out of me. Let's go ahead and go with the last.

You feel wetness, and teeth over your nipple. He gives both your breasts love, and he looks up- nose deep in between the valley of your breasts while groping them, only to find you sighing with the crown of your head buried deep into the pillows.

"Sunwoo-", you breathe out.

"hm?" still playing with your breasts.

"touch me"

The corners of his lips twitch into a grin and he happily undoes the tie of your shorts. Slipping his hand in and touching over your panties. "staining your panties already?" Not sure if it's possible, but you may have gotten wetter from that question alone. You writhe and whine under him to touch you already. He chuckles, and not too long after he slips your shorts down along with that thin soaking fabric.

Sunwoo doesn't give you a chance to spread your legs voluntarily, because he forcefully does it for you. He's practically drooling at the sight of your soaking core. Connecting your lips with his again, "oh you're such a slut". You can't help but smile against his lips, taking his free wrist in your hand, guiding it all the way down your body till it's in between your legs, touching you where you need him most. Immediately, your whole body tenses up at the contact of his fingers. "Such a slut", chuckling on your lips. Then he draws slow circles on your clit, and intense jolts fly through you causing you to buck your hips

Sunwoo slips a finger in you and you almost can't take it, you press further into his lips to dampen your noises. It's only fingering, but he's doing it to the point where you forgot how to breathe. Shaky and weak you can't kiss back, you opt for biting your lip and you're certain that blood is being drawn. As he continues to fuck you with his fingers, you scrabble for the comforter and you fist. You fist hard.

Sunwoo has his attention divided perfectly. His eyes glued to your face, while his fingers fuck his girl. His girl that's bout to lose her marbles. "Sunwoo, please I-"

And he was quick with his actions, stripping everything frantically, and the next thing you knew, he was in between your legs, ready to take you. And your body was ready. Focus way too pointed on his body, his honey like skin, and throbbing shaft, precum slicked red tip, oh so ready for that, you didn't notice his gaze. Like he couldn't wait to destroy you to smithereens, you couldn't help but to bite your lips seductively at him, "cmon then, all talk? do what you wanted...fuck me"

A growl. A delirious growl rips through him and he finds your aching entrance and pushes into you all the way, eliciting a yelp.

"oh godd-", he begins push into you more if that was possible, then pulling out all the way, only to slam back in, and you scream at the contact of his pelvis slamming into yours.

Voice sounding hushed, "Fuck, fuck, fuck" with every word, he pounds into you and you're trembling beneath him. His palm finds your waist and lifts you to snake his arm under, lifting your hips. This angle, oh god. He's hitting the spot so perfectly a sob catches in your throat and you have to clamp your mouth shut. You swore you felt the rolling heat all throughout your body.

Pulling you to meet each thrust, your mewls get louder and you hide your face into the pillow. "Sun-" Thrust. "su-" Thrust. Your hands search around till it finds his arms and you dig your nails into them. You can barely pull out a word, because of how fast he's going. Sunwoo finds it so outrageously cute when you dig your face into the pillows. "princess can't take it?" Cooing like he's some innocent, but his thrusts say otherwise.

He scoots your body up the mattress with his and you open your eyes, he lets go so that your lower back meets with the mattress again and he rests one hand on the wall above.

Fuck, he's so hot right now.

He gives you a grin, and your heart leaps out of your chest. His smile. Practically your favorite thing about him. Every single time he smiled at you this way, your heart would find a rate probably at a thousand bpm and your brain would melt.

Using the wall as leverage, he grips your waist and pounds into you harder. You moan louder and he warns down with a smug look. Smirk growing on his face as he shakes his head slowly down at you, shushing you all the while pushing and pulling in you. Lowering his face and attaching his lips to your ear, "god you're such a slut" and your moans turned mewls pitches up a notch, "my slutty princess" and that makes you melt.

He pulls away enough that his face is just above yours, while he carries on fucking you into oblivion. It doesn't take much more than a few more thrusts. Mouth gaped open, he gives you an amused look. "Come, princess" Of course he would know. Squeezing your eyes shut, you let your orgasm devour you, as he devours you. His name leaving your lips in and shaking and trembling till you're stilled and heaving.

He pulls out of your aching core, and you think you're done. But his hands finds your hips and flips you till your knees and hands land on the mattress. A choked groan comes out of you when he enters you again shoving your upper body down. Quick and easy from all your wetness.

Sunwoo bends down till his he's at your ear, "baby, if you keep screaming like that, your brother is going to hear.." he pauses, "and I'm not sure if I'll be able to stop if he comes knocking" A cry mixed with a mewl comes out of me. So much for no sibling talk.

"now," he pulls back up, "im going to fuck you" he sharply thrusts, "like the little slut you are". Before you manage to do anything, he starts to shove and thrust and pummel into your sore core, brutally and at full tilt, like it's the last chance he's ever gonna get.

He pushes your head down in the mattress with his hand and the sound of his hips smacking against yours echoes throughout the room. "Sunwoo pl-please-", crying and pleading into the mattress.

"come" he demands, and actual tears are rolling out your eyes. Once again, an orgasm ripples through you. Soaring and felt to the tips of your toes. Sunwoo comes as well, pulling out of you slowly. Gawking at the sight of his cum flowing out of you, he gathers his cum with his tip and fucks it back into you with a harsh thrust. A small yelp out of you and he slows his hips to a steady roll, pushing your hips down to the mattress. He gathers your hair to one side whispering into your ear, "atta girl. shh...thats it". At this point, you think you're seeing stars pasted in your eyelids.

The aftermath of the orgasm is pulling you under when he pulls out to lay beside you. Having went through not one but two intense mind blowing orgasms, you're ready to call it a day.

He pulls you closer to him curling up into him, with a cute little closed lip smile. And he adjusts your hair till it's out of your face, "you're okay right?" The only thing you hear is a faint ringing, and that only happens after a monstrous orgasm. But, "more than okay".

He kisses your temple and begins to snuggle comfortably into bed, but you tell him to clean up and go get dressed.

"What?"

"You", taking a deep breath, "have to go hang out with Younghoon"

"are you serious?" A confused look is dawned on Sunwoo's face, but your eyes aren't even open to tell, his tone tells it all. "I just fucked the shit out of you, and you're limp and lifeless, and you're telling me to go hang out with your brother?!"

"Yes, go"

He seems to weigh his options, looking at the door back to you, and he lands on one, "Fine, but I'll see you soon"

"mhm go," Tired enough, you don't even lift your face off the pillow to say bye (let alone wish him goodluck).

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"sup man"

Younghoon is seated where he can see who enters his room, he only glances at Sunwoo, and looks away just as fast with only mild anger.

Sunwoo acknowledges the glance as a come in and closes the door taking a seat next to Younghoon on the sofa.

It's silent for a while, as Younghoon gives all of his attention to the league of legends game. And Sunwoo shifts his eyes from the screen to Younghoon, staring attentively and confused.

"Look, if you're gonna" a shudder ruptures through Younghoon, "do that with my sister, at least give me a heads up"

It takes a second for Sunwoo to register what he just said, before snickering. Younghoon glares at Sunwoo, "dude" placing his hand out offended. "I literally had to search through my room for earplugs, which unfortunately don't work that well" He pops the ear plugs out his ears and throws them on the table.

"Younghoon, your sister is an adult you know that right?"

"No she's like 16" returning to his game pressing on his controller.

"Dude she's the same age as me"

Pausing he looks over at Sunwoo, "how old are you again?"

"22"

Younghoon purses his lips, "oh.....but still thats my little sister" He hands Sunwoo a controller and they start playing the game that was promised.

Through out the game, Younghoon looks over his shoulder finding his best friend focused on something other than the game. He sighs before saying, "go, I'll see you another day"

Quick at his feet, Sunwoo turns to Younghoon, "you are the best brother-in-law ever" and dashes out.

Younghoon scoffs at his title, "wait, do I have to wear earplugs again?"

"No!" He can hear Sunwoo down the hallway.

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You feel movement on the bed and find a fluffy dark headed boy in your arms, "hi princess"

Stirring in your sleep, you don't even bother opening your eyes due to the grogginess and only smile to where you think his face is at, "what are you doing back", curling into his embrace.

"I told you I'd see you soon"