DEATH HAS ITS WONDERS

DEATH HAS ITS WONDERS

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chapter: 2 of 6

Wc: +3300

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The classroom was tinted red as of this morning. The sun shone through splatters and streaks of blood that coated the window. As people began waking up, they'd realized it was time to start reinforcing the windows. In their current state, they wouldn't last another week with the damage they'd taken since the virus broke out.

"Guys, wake up," Ningning was among the first to wake up. Beomgyu grunted and rose from the ground. His arms were empty, and that was not how he fell asleep.

"Where is she?" He complained. His girlfriend, Juno, wasn't there. It just so happened that Taehyun was missing, too. He got up faster than anyone had ever seen and left for the hallways. Lyra and Riki chased after him.

"Why are you throwing a fit? You know neither of them would do that to you," Lyra scolded. Beomgyu stormed through the hallways, checking the bathrooms and the closets.

"Bro, it's literally obvious where she is." Riki almost laughed. Lyra smirked at him, knowing what he was thinking. Beimgyu stopped abruptly and turned to face the two.

"Fine, then where is she?" He perched his hands on his hips in a sassy manner. Riki snorted at him and walked past him, taking the lead. Beomgyu walked behind him angrily.

"Calm down bro- she loves you," Lyra tried to comfort him, but her annoyed voice fired him up more.

"What if you found out Riki had a girlfriend? Wouldn't you be upset?" Beomgyu's emotions got the best of him. He accidently let out Lyra's secret right in front of Riki himself. Riki stopped and turned around after hearing his name.

Lyra attempted to play it off like she never thought of Riki that way. The rest of their walk was silent until they reached the door to the biology classroom.

"Here," Riki said, stopping in front of the closed door.

"How did I not think of this? It's such an obvious place!" Beomgyu sighed. Still, he braced himself for a horrible sight. Was she dead? Or even worse, was she cheating with Taehyun? No, wait- her being dead is worse, right? His thoughts raced as he pushed the door open. His eyes began to hurt from being squeezed shut, and just as he opened them, he saw Juno. She was hyperfocused on looking at something under a microscope. Taehyun was on the other side of the room, taking samples from a zombie they'd successfully captured.

"How long have your nerds been here?" Beomgyu yelled. Taehyun hushed him as the zombie that was taped to the wall attempted to squirm its way out of the trap.

"We came here just before sunrise. We wanted to study into the disease ourselves." Juno answered.

"Can't you just look at the CDC's website?" Lyra asked.

"Do you really trust the government?" Juno remarked. The group silently heeded, agreeing that the government most certainly could not be trusted.

"I was so scared-" Beomgyu started.

"Shut up, we don't wanna hear it," Lyra cut him off. Juno gave her boyfriend a look down, checking out every part of him. Beomgyu looked away, shy as if he was still in the initial stages of his relationship.

"Got relationship envy, Riki?" Taehyun noted.

"What's that?" Riki asked.

"The way you observe them with that smug look on your face tells me you wish it was you instead," Riki looked shocked and confused.

"What kind of sorcery are-" Juno cut him off.

"Psychology, not witchcraft. And he's right, you look like you got someone in mind you wanna experience this with." Juno said. Her boyfriend tried to get close, but she shooed him off.

"Gyu, I love you, but you're gonna have to wait until I get cleaned up." She was wearing everything that could protect her from the virus she spent the day inspecting.

Beomgyu was relieved to see his girlfriend in the flesh doing what she does best- science. It's always been Juno's passion. He felt his blood rushing through his body at the sight of her. Shaking the thoughts from his mind, he asked about their research. And unbeknownst to him, Juno's intelligence was just another thing he found undeniably hot about her.

"Well," Taehyun started, which disappointed Beomgyu.

"Well, first, don't look at me like that, you literally asked!" Taehyun snapped. His friend was looking at him with a bored face as if to say, "Why did you even start yapping?"

"He's got his mind in the gutter," Riki pointed out. Taehyun hummed in response.

"I forgot, he's into smart girls,"

"More like nerdy whores" Lyra joked.

"Hey you're the whore, Ms. Thirty-five backup crushes!" Juno came to her own defense.

"Anyways," Beomgyu interrupted.

"We actually need to know about the virus," He said.

"Well, we still have a lot to find out which we need to find a subject for." Juno said. Despite Beomgyu's attraction to her intelligence, he was weirded out by her unhealthy obsession with medical experimentation and test subjects. Though he understood her need to actually have one for the situation given.

"But we have found out that the virus can be spread through minor contact. This means that by no means should anyone EVER touch a zombie. If it contacts your nose, mouth, eyes, or anything that grants access to the inside of the body-"

"BEOMGYU THIS ISNT A JOKE!" Lyra smacked her friends boyfriend on the shoulder. Riki and Taehyun followed, completely losing it over Juno's explanation. After the laughter fit, Juno continued.

"It can get into your bloodstream, and when it reaches your brain, you remain conscious, but not in control of your body, so it's like watching yourself eat other humans and people you love from the perspective of a spectator. And yes, your pain receptors still work, but your body does not react to them. " she explained.

The room suddenly had a rain cloud hanging over its occupiers. The need to joke and laugh died down as they took in the serious effects of the virus. They imagined their loved ones, each other, themselves.

"Let's get back to the classroom, we have some cleaning up to do." Riki said. The rest of them followed. Everyone's steps became cautious, doing whatever they could to avoid getting blood on their shoes and clothes.

"I'll get some supplies from the janitors closet since we'll be cleaning." Taehyun said. Beomgyu and Juno went to help.

"You two go on back and inform everyone else that we're gonna clean up the room." Juno instructed Riki and Lyra. They both nodded and walked on down the hall.

"So, remember that relationship envy those nerds were going on about?" Lyra broke the silence between the two. Riki looked over to the girl beside him, lightly furrowed his brows in confusion.

"Yeah, what about it?"

"Do you," Lyra paused. "like someone?" Riki was slightly shocked at the question.

"I guess you could say that- you mean like romantically?" Lyra nodded.

"Then yeah, I guess I do," Riki sighed.

"Cool," Lyra awkwardly said. Winter opened the door for the two once they'd reached the classroom. Riki took on his natural leadership skills and extroversion to call everyone to action.

"Guys, today we're cleaning up in here. We need to take a lot of extra precautions to prevent us from literally dying." Somehow, Riki spoke effortlessly. His simple ability to socialize effectively was one of many traits that Lyra found attractive about her crush.

Beomgyu, Juno, and Taehyun finally made it to the classroom, each one carrying an overwhelming amount of cleaning supplies. Giselle took things out of their arms that were nearing a good fall and placed it all on the teachers desk.

"The girls from class 3A are joining our team or whatever you call it," Giselle informed everyone. They were running out of space however, as the classroom already held eighteen people. It was uncertain whether they could fit five more.

"Tell them to wait, we dont have space." Karina instructed.

"Besides, the 3B boys can protect them if they haven't already merged or been killed." Jake added.

Sunoo took the mop and wiped the windows down, removing any signs of the virus. To his surprise, the mop water turned completely red.

"It looks like the windows cracked," he said.

"That's not gonna cut it. We have to fix that." Taehyun sounded slightly worried. Sunoo put down the mop into its bucket.

Everyone covered themselves up with gloves and aprons and masks to avoid contacting the blood that seeped in through the window. The entire room was quickly sanitized from top to bottom. Riki laughed at his reflection on the floor, making Lyra question what exactly she liked him so much for. However, she quickly halted the moment he looked over at her.

Sunghoon came into the room with thick gloves and safety glasses on. He flipped the light switch, and in favor of them, it worked. He was forced by his parents to take at least one trade school class in high school. His choice just so happened to be electricity.

Jake and Jay came in with drills and hard, clear plastic. They drilled it over the preexisting window to cover the crack and prevent any further damage while still allowing them to see outside. Beomgyu and Soobin took to the nerdier side of things and cleared out the laptops in the classroom that were now able to charge thanks to Sunghoon. Huening Kai and Ningning drug a refrigerator to the classroom that could now be used. Riki and Lyra killed any zombies they encountered on the way.

Slowly, a base camp started to come together. They still had a ways to go, but things started to look more promising and livable. They spent the rest of the evening doing what any group of teenagers does- gossip.

"Let's talk about crushes," Winter suggested. Everyone agreed, each person having their own bits of information to spill. The girls and boys naturally separated. The boys outnumbered the girls by a lot aside from the fruitier guys who would rather talk to the girls.

"I know Riki's crush!" Yeonjun giggled, trying to keep quiet. The girls gasped.

"Don't we already know who it is? Its so obvious" Karina rolled her eyes.

"I guess you're right, then I'll tell you guys who Sunghoon likes instead!" Yeonnun went on before Lyra had a chance to ask who it was. She tuned out the conversation, not caring who liked who, as long as Riki didn't end up with another one of these girls. If he did, Lyra promised herself that the girl would be decapitated.

"No way-" Giselle said.

"He likes me? I thought he was gay-" she gasped. Yeonjun hummed a "mhm," in response.

"I feel bad now, I like Huening Kai!" She whined. The girls gasped.

"Really!?" Juno said, hyping her friend up. Giselle nodded.

"That's so cute. It's too bad he likes Eunchae from class 3B," She let her secret slip that she'd promised to keep. The conversation lasted until a crowd of zombies gathered at the door, banging on it simultaneously. It had the same effect as an earthquake would.

"The light and sound must be attracting them." Taehyun noted.

"That looks like more than we'd seen before, doesn't it?" Jay asked. He looked back to his friend, looking down through the window.

"Guys, we're safe for tonight, but it looks like the zombies have done more than multiply in number," Jungwon stared at the school's entrance.

"What's happening? Lyra asked. Jungwon replied.

"They broke down the school's entrance door."

We made sure the doors were well blocked before going to bed. Tomorrow, we would deal with the mass numbers that would roam the hallways. Tonight, I lay beside Riki and ponder things I tried to force down - my feelings for him.

It was hard to deny what was between us. The way he would look at me, the way he stayed with me at all times, and now he's laying beside me for the second night in a row. Before I even try to sleep, I accept the fact that I won't be able to. In my peripheral vision, I see another body move. It's Juno. She gets up, and Taehyun follows. It's not just before sunrise. Everyone's only been lying down for an hour. Was she really cheating? I wait a couple of minutes after they leave to get up and follow them.

The hallways are dimly and sparsely lit by the few lights that are still working. The two don't go to the science lab and instead go downstairs. This is getting suspicious. I hide in the classroom they enter, I wonder if they notice the people in there. My question is answered when Juno tapes her mouth shut and they tie her arms behind her back. She kicks and tries to scream, but she can't form any words. They drag her back to the science lab, careful of any zombies that might follow the screaming girl.  I follow them, but when I'm in a darker part of the hallways, something grabs my wrist and pushes me to the wall.

"Why are you out here?" A deep voice growls furiously.  My heart palpitates.I swear it'll burst out of my chest at any moment. The man towers over me, not letting go of my wrist.

"Riki- I was just following them."

"Do you know what kind of danger you just put yourself in?" I gulped, I don't know if I was more upset that I disappointed Riki or more nervous about the way he was handling me.

"Let's go back to the room." He simply orders and pulls me back, not letting go of my wrist. I comply without a fight, because why would I not do something this man tells me?

"What are they doing with that girl?" I ask, wondering if he knows.

"You don't know her, do you?" He asks.

"No, just wondering."

"They're using her for an experiment, they're gonna watch how the disease progresses."

The rest of our way back to the classroom was quiet. Under one of the ugly lights, we walk a little slower. I looked over to him to see he was already looking at me. I can't help but admire him. His every feature is perfect.

I open the door to the classroom, and we both go in. He closes the door for me, and we lay back down. Tonight was actually a lot easier than I thought. I fell asleep quickly beside Riki.

A piercing scream wakes me up. The sun still hasn't risen and I'm unsure of how long I've been asleep. I follow the scream all the way to the lab to see a crazed Juno injecting the girl with the saliva of the other hostage. Taehyun is writing everything that happens into his notebook as if this is normal. He looks at me and I remember Riki is back in the classroom. He's not gonna be happy that I ran off again. Before I can say anything, I'm running back to the classroom. Hopefully Riki won't notice I've left. 

When I open the classroom door, the window shows me that the sun is starting to peek over the mountain in the distance. It's early, but a good time to start working again. I start by waking Beomgyu. It's the perfect time as a loud crash from three floors down told me the entrance was now completely open. Zombies were likely piling in. Juno and Taehyun are still in the lab. I'm a bit worried about them. Luckily, Beomgyu wakes up easier than on most days. 

"What bro-" his tired voice complains. 

"Zombies are piling in and Juno and Taehyun are in the lab, we need to go get them." Beomgyu sprung up, but he wasn't the only one. 

"Not without me you're not." Riki has become very protective of me. It makes my heart palpitate, but there's no way to tell if he feels the same. Everyone else starts waking up. Today, we'll split into teams. One group will raid grocery stores, we need to stockpile more food. Another team will accompany them as defense. The third team will stay on site and fix up more places and start developing a community. 

"When we get back, we'll draw names to make teams." Riki instructs and the others prepare while we go to get those two nerds. as soon as we open the door, zombies smell us. Riki puts me behind him as a horrible attempt at protecting me. Zombies are closing in from all sides. i roll my eyes and start fighting. We haphazardly dance with death, flowing about the halls. The lab door in shut. a frenzy of zombies stand in front of it, hoping to get a taste of the two inside. 

I never would've thought that they don't need our help. The lab door opens and Juno is throwing knives. They may be safer than us, having actual tools and thick lab coats. Not to mention, that friend of mine is out of her mind. Beomgyu rushes up to her, desperate for a hug.

"Guys, why are you out here? You have nothing on you!" Taehyun scolds us, but he isn't wrong to. We're utterly unprepared to face these zombies. I step inside of the lab to find their nice little set up. Zombies held hostage on one end of the room, tools and weapons on the table, and you cant forget the plethora of chemicals that they've gathered. 

I look back at the table. From their collection of tools, I take the knife. They'll be upset if I mess up the actual scapula. Riki is fighting for his life with a baseball bat he got lucky enough to find. His long arms give him a good range though. He looks over to me now that I'm back in the hallway. He tries so hard to protect me, but the complete and utter terror in his eyes tells me its my turn to be protective. 

I pierce the first zombie with my knife. It slides with ease through the flesh until I reach the spine. I pull it out at an angle, making sure to mangle the throat of the zombie. It's head plops forward and it can no longer stand up. the blood that spews from the wound is warm and thick on my arm. Riki stands beside me, beating in the heads of anything that gets in his reach.

We were successful in taking down that swarm. For a moment, time stops and the hallways are empty. Both ways look like a crime scene. It's still like a photo. The atmosphere is muggy and haunting. Riki stands facing me. His breathing is slightly labored and he peers into my eyes. His reaches a hand up to me cheek and brushes away a drop of blood that must have got on me. The moment is intimate.

Footsteps that echo break me from my trance. The others are heading back. Riki and I follow them closely behind. Each step that doesn't have a crisp echo is splashing in the thick, still puddles of blood. Most of them are warm and still fresh. I glance behind us to find red footprints with the patterns of our shoe's soles.

The lights are weak and dim, only everyo other one is working. They scream to be turned off and put out of their misery, much like the wailing of those recently turned.

I'm the classroom, everything looks nearly normal again. Everything is so clean, so we all take off what we can before going inside. A few backpacks were volunteered to hold the bloody clothing. Luckily, no one had to get naked.

"So, we've decided to make 3 different teams," Karina says.

"You two," she points at me and Riki. "You'll stay here and help empty the school of infected people."

"So we get to kill people as a job?!" Riki sounds excited. Karina nods at him and he jumps in excitement.

"Everyone else already has their jobs, so get to it," Karina says before leaving to go assist whoever.

Riki looks at me with a smirk on his face. He heads over to where we put away all of our tools and gets out a few nails. He throws his bat over the desk and hammers the nails into them, upping the damage of his weapon. The first thing on our list is clearing our floor.

"Ready?" He asks me.

"Ready."

˚ ༘♡ ·˚꒰Don't Leave Yet꒱ ₊˚ˑ༄

Junhan x fem Reader

Wc: 4.8k

Warnings: ever so slightly angst, cheesy ending, not proofread

Summary: A former classmate reconnects with Gaon and meets Junhan in the process. They try to avoid falling in love, but can't hold back for long.

"Guys, one of my old friends is coming to visit, PLEASE be normal!" Jiseok stands in front of all five of us to beg us to be normal in front of his friend.

"Do you see who you're talking to?" Seungmin asks him and points to Jooyeon. Jiseok sighs. He knows it'll be impossible, but how can he make a good impression of the new him? Jooyeon looks over to Seungmin with an offended look.

"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?" Jooyeon interjects. I sit back and listen to the inevitable chaos that's bound to happen. The velvety blue couch is springy underneath me as I lay back, getting comfortable.

Jungsu was ignoring the entire conversation. He was right beside me, looking at the supposed girls' social media profiles.

"Look, Hyeongjun, she's also a nerd like Jiseok!" Jungsu laughs and shows me the girl. She works in a chemistry lab, experimenting with superacids. No wonder she and Jiseok get along. Jiseok looks over to me and Jungsu with a pout on his face, telling me he's about to whine.

"Guys, don't be mean!" Jiseok whines - just as I expected. I look back down at the profile. She's kinda cute, not bad at all.

"No, she looks cool," I say. Jiseok lights up. I must be his only hope in looking normal to the girl. I'm simply just too shy to act up around new people.

There's a knock on the door and Jiseok panics. He glares at each of us before going to open it, and the girl walks in. She's a lot prettier in person. Her hair is long and dark. She's fairly tall, about the same height as Jiseok. And her outfit is very nice, I'd say business casual. She's wearing a black pleated skirt and a brown sweater. Her hair is in a ponytail, and there's a bow in her hair that matches the sweater. Her shoes are black. You can tell she's an academia girl.

Jungsu leans over and whispers to me, "Well, show some emotion, don't scare her," and I almost laugh at that. She comes over to introduce herself. In my peripheral vision, I see Jooyeon repositioning himself to appear more. . . Flattering? Attractive? I'm not sure, but he's clearly trying to draw attention to himself.

"So what's your MBTI?" Of course, Gunil clicks well with her, immediately making friends. Jiseok must be relieved. At least one of us is good at this. She looks over and starts talking to him.

"I'm an ENFP!" She states with excitement. Jooyeon jumps out of his seat, unable to contain himself.

"NO WAY- ME TOO!" He blurts out. Jiseok is glaring at him, but he doesn't notice. My lips curl upward at the scene unfolding before me. To my surprise, the girl is a lot like Jooyeon. Jiseok made it out to be that she was serious and level-headed. He was far from correct. I should've known. After all, she's a chemist.

When she isn't talking to Jooyeon anymore, she glances over towards me, nearly expressionless. I get anxious and start to feel insecure. Why is she looking at me? Does she think I look weird? After all, I was wearing black lipstick, a skirt, a choker, and painted nails. It wasn't very common, but it's me. I avert my gaze from her and stay silent. She definitely thinks I'm weird. I tune out their conversation until they start talking about our band's music.

"Oh, I LOVE your music!" She says. Jiseok is perky when he hears this, sporting a wide, charming smile. At least she likes the music. I look up when a shadow is cast over me. Seungmin is standing in front of me, tilting his head as a gesture to follow him. He excuses us, and we step out of the room.

"What's up? You look sad." He asks me. I guess he picked up on my vibe

"I'm not sad, I just feel awkward in there with her. She looks at me with a really cold face. She obviously thinks I'm weird."

"Don't let her bother you. She's about to leave anyway." And just as he says that, Gunil sticks his head out of the door.

"Hey guys! She's coming home with us!" He sounds cheery. I'm far from it. My heart sinks into my stomach and incinerates. Seungmin gave Gunil a thumbs up.

"I'm going to the bathroom for a minute, be right back," I excuse myself, and Seungmin knows well enough that I want to be by myself.

In the bathroom, I peer into the mirror. I thought I looked cool. I wet a paper towel and wipe off the makeup. I take off the accessories and put them into my pockets. I try my best to look somewhat presentable before I go back to the practice room.

Everyone looks so excited and cheerful to have this new girl around. I just wanna go home and lock myself in my room.

"Hyeongjun, your makeup?" Jiseok asks me where it went.

"Some of my eyeliner smeared, but when I tried to fix it, it smeared even more, so I just took it all off," my lie was reasonable, and everyone bought it. Well, almost everyone. Seungmin knew what was going on.

"Well, it's time to start heading home. Guys, where is she sleeping?" Gunil asks.

"She can have my room. I'll just sleep with Jiseok." Jooyeon volunteers immediately. No one objects to his idea, so it sticks. We get in the cars and head home.

I sit in the back, as far from her as I can possibly get. She glances back at me a couple of times, and I'm unsure of why. Do I just weird her out THAT much?

At home, I don't waste any time and run straight to my room and lock the door behind me. I'm happy to be alone and in my safe place. I hear incoherent chattering outside, likely in the living room. Someone asks her what she thinks of me, but her voice is so soft that I can't understand what she said. I'm sure she lied and kept the answer as basic as possible to avoid talking about me.

I took a quick shower to clear my mind and changed into some pajamas. They're a lot more basic than my daytime clothes, just a basic and sweats. Now, if I'm forced to interact with her, I'll look just like any other guy out there.

I hear a knock on my door. Seungmin reveals it's him, so I unlock the door and let him in.

"You ok?" He asks me.

"What'd she say?" I ask him.

"What do you mean"

"When one of you asked her what she thinks of me, what did she say?"

"She said she thinks your fashion is super cool and she envies your makeup skills!" Seungmin almost laughs.

"Are you lying? Was she being sarcastic?"

"Definitely not! She blushed at the mention of your name," I didn't notice, but when seungmin smiled at me I realized I must've perked up.

"Cmon, she'd love to get to know you!" Seungmin encourages me, but now that I know she's thinks I'm cool, I'm too shy.

"I can't," I say and Seungmin laughs.

"You can, I'll guide the conversation." He offers, and that relieves enough stress that I'm able to get up and follow him to the living room. I sit on the couch and gulp, waiting for seungmin.

"Hi Junhan," her voice is soft and sweet. She sounds excited, but she's a bit quiet and has an airy voice.

"You can just call me Hyeongjun."

"So, Y/n, how long are you gonna be stuck here?" Seungmin asks.

"Two weeks, I still am so sorry for the trouble." She apologizes. Two weeks is a while. Maybe we can get along.

"It's not trouble at all!" Seungmin says.

"Stuck? How'd you get stuck here?" I ask her.

"My round-trip ticket didn't process, and all of the flights are booked for the next two weeks, and I don't have enough money to pay for a hotel that long," she sighs, clearly feeling like a burden.

"Well, we're glad to have you here," I say, knowing good and well I mean it on my own behalf.

"We really are!" Jooyeon enters the room, having come back from cleaning up his room. I knew he was by far the most excited. He's already in love with her. I feel a quick and weird feeling in my stomach when I think of that, but I ignore it.

Jooyeon takes her suitcase and carries it to his room as she follows him. She looks back at me, but this time with a different expression. She smiles and waves at me. I wave back at her. After jooyeon closes the door behind her, Jungsu starts giggling.

"What?" I ask him.

"Nothing, don't worry about it." He says. I give him a look, and he rolls his eyes.

"You, idiot," my face changes from a glare to confused. Jungsu imitates the way I waved at her, of course adding a bunch of extra that didn't happen.

"I didn't do that-" I got a bit defensive before thinking.

"Did I?" I look to Seungmin for confirmation. His face tells me it's the answer I don't wanna hear.

"Of course, it wasn't that dramatic, and you didn't look stupid, but you did get shy, blush, and smile when you waved back at her." Seungmin clarifies for me.

"Well, I mean, im shy around, new people. What's wrong with that?"

"Not that kind of shy," Jungsu says.

"I don't like her? We just met!" Jungsu shrugs, feeling his argument doesn't need to be defended.

Jooyeon plops down beside Jungsu and sighs like he's in a daydream. Jungsu and Seungmin look at him with disgust.

"What's up with you?" Jungsu questions Jooyeon. There's an attitude to his voice.

"Nothing," Jooyeon says.

"Do you already like Y/n?" I ask him. He looks at me, his face flushed pink, and shrugs. I'll take that as a yes. I guess I won't interfere. I just like the fact she thinks I'm cool, and she's really pretty... and smart. And- I need to stop.

I get up and go to my room, I need to get some sleep. All of this socializing has exhausted me. The door clicks behind me and I turn off my light and get under my blankets. The sheets are crisp around my body. I get comfortable until I finally fall asleep.

The next morning, I go into the living room. My eyes are still near shut, my clothes are all twisted the wrong way, and my hair is standing straight up. Normally, I don't mind, but I see Y/n standing in the kitchen and panic. I run to the bathroom before she notices me. I try to look like I effortlessly look good when I wake up. Wait- why do I even care? I ignore my question for myself and brush my hair so it lays down. I decide I look good enough and go back into the living room.

"Morning, Hyeongjun!" She greets me, and I reply.

"Good morning." I hope my voice isn't too flat. She smiles at me. I can't tell if her face is naturally rosy or if she's blushing. I try to stop myself from hoping it's the latter.

Jooyeon walks into the room, I can't tell why my stomach feels weird all of a sudden. He sits beside Y/n, and it makes the feeling worse. He looks to her, ready to speak to her.

"You coming with us to practice today?" He sounds excited, hoping she'll accept his offer. I hope she joins us.

"I'd love to! I won't get in the way, will I?" She asks politely.

"Of course not!" I say in unison with Jooyeon. We give each other an odd look, not expecting to have said the same thing.

"Then I guess I'll be there!" She says. I want to rip my heart out for feeling so weird right now. I get up and head to Jiseok's room. I want to see what he thinks. He opens the door when I knick. I welcome myself in and plop down on his bed

"Need somethin'?" Jiseok asks me, fixing his shirt in the mirror.

"Yeah, actually, but I don't know what I need,"

"What's it about?" He looks back at me, grabbing the hairbrush off of his dresser and fixing his hair. I hum and 'I don't know' to him, I'm too nervous to mention Y/n.

"Cmon, you can tell me," He says, I feel more pressure to say it.

"How come my stomach feels weird, and I want to rip out my guts when I see Y/n?" I blurt out.

"He smiles in the mirror, looking at me in the reflection.

"It's not a disgusted, angry feeling is it?" He asks. I shake my head, I'm more nervous, my adrenaline is insanely high.

"You're probably crazy attracted to her. Does seeing Jooyeon flirt with her make you angry? Jealous even?" He prys further. After a moment of thinking, I nod. He giggles and covers his mouth.

"I HAVE TO TELL JUNGSU... AND SEUNGMIN... AND GUNIL!" He gets excited, but I get up and grab his shoulders.

"You aren't telling anyone. Got it?" I demand. He nods. That excited smile doesn't leave his face.

"Well, you can tell Seungmin," I say. "But that's it!" He gets excited and squeals before opening the door, causing Jooyeon to nearly fall in.

"You were listening-" I say, my heart skips a beat in fear.

"I was just curious, and Hyeongjun, I think we need to talk." Jooyeon sounded serious, but this had to happen eventually. Gaon still leaves the room, leaving me and Jooyeon to talk.

"You can have her." He says. He sounds genuine, but still sad.

"But you really like her, Jooyeon." I feel bad if I just take her from him.

"I've talked to her a lot, and I think you're more her type. Plus, she gets shy when you're brought up." He encourages me to take her. Eventually, I agree.

"Thanks," I don't really know what else to say. I'm genuinely grateful, though.

"How am I supposed to actually, I dunno- make it happen?" I ask. Jooyeon might be the best person to ask, other than Jiseok, who knows her so well.

"You need rizz, brother." Jooyeon answers, and I cringe at him.

"Rizz- couldn't you have just said I should try flirting?" He shrugs.

"Ask Jiseok if you want a 'real answer." He puts emphasis on the 'real'.

"I will." I say, and he laughs. We both leave my room, he goes to his and I go to Seungmin's. I guarantee that's where Jiseok is.

Seungmin opens the door when I knock, and just as I expected, Jiseok is sitting on the bed, talking Seungmin's ear off.

"So I heard you've got a crush?" Seungmin teases.

"I guess." I reply. Jiseok giggles.

"Jooyeon said I need rizz. Did he indirectly call me a loser?" The two nod. So he did.

"Don't worry, Y/n is too," Jiseok says. Seungmin laughs lightly.

"What do you mean by that?" I ask.

"You all called me a loser and a nerd for liking chemistry, but when she does, it's cool?" Jiseok says. Me and Seungmin laugh.

"But for serious, I can help you get her attention," Jiseok says.

"More than you have already!" Seungmin adds. I guess she does think I'm cool.

"Go get dressed, and dress like you normally would. She likes it." Jiseok instructs me, and I do as he suggested.

Today, I put on a couple of extra accessories. I touch up my nails and put on my eyeliner and lipstick. I feel unusually confident. Not just because I look like a meal, but because someone else, a girl, also thinks so.

Back in the living room, everyone is gathered and ready to leave. Y/n glanced over to me a couple of times, but she looked away as soon as we made eye contact. Is she nervous? We all finally got in the car and made our way to band practice. It's not the longest ride, but it's too long to walk.

My members must've been helping me out because I ended up right beside Y/n. It's a tight fit, and our arms inevitably touch. I feel my face burning. I almost thought it would melt off. My hand slips off of my thigh and falls between me and her. Unbeknownst to me, her hand was already resting there. My hand is lying on top of hers now. Before I could hesitate to leave it, I jerk my hand back up.

"Sorry," I laugh nervously and probably awkwardly. Her face is beet red, and Jiseok is laughing from behind me. I assume mine is as well.

"Put it back," Jiseok whispers in my ear. I know what he means. I take a second to build my courage and carefully lay my hand back on top of hers. Every second she doesn't react feels like an eternity. Soon enough (as in three seconds), she flips her hand over and holds mine. To avoid making eye contact, I use my other hand to play on my phone. She does the same. I look up from my phone to look in the rear view mirror to find Jiseok and Seungmin losing it after they look over the seat.

After we park, our hands separate, and I feel oddly disappointed about it. Everyone gets out, and we make our way to the practice room. All of our instruments are exactly where we left them. I'm in my usual place, and I get comfortable with my guitar, it's like another part of my body at this point.

We start playing. Y/n watches me as I practically put on a show for her. This is the only way I know how to get her attention, so when it comes time for my solo, I give it my all, more than I do on stage. Her eyes are wide as I look over to her. She's fixed on me. Just what I want. The song finishes and she looks impressed.

Her phone rings and it's the airport. They say she will have to come to the airport to confirm her identity for whatever reason. She gets up and makes it to the door. Before I can think of what I’m doing, I’m up there, asking for her number.

“You know, just in case,” I say.

“Yeah, let me give it to you!” I have her number now.

“Do you want me to walk you out?”

“That’d be nice.” She says. The walk is silent, but it’s a comfortable silence.

“I’ll text you what happens,” she says.

“I’ll come pick you up in the car, we should be home by then. Just call me when you’re ready.”

“Ok, thanks, Hyeongjun,” she smiles and then she's gone. The door closes completely as she leaves the building and my heart sinks, but at the same time, I'm full of excitement. Back in the practice room, My bandmates are teasing me.

“That’s the rizz I was talking about now!” Jooyeon says. Everyone’s talking and cheering, they don’t even know the best part yet.

“I’m going to pick her up later, she’s gonna call me” They cheer. I see my reflection in one of Gunil’s cymbals. My smile looks triumphant. I’m happy to see they’re happy for me.

Practice ends after several hours, still no notification from Y/n. I wonder what’s going on. I drive us all home and wait for her to call. I’m done getting ready for bed and it’s insanely late when she finally calls.

“Hey, sorry it’s so late, but I'm finally done. If you’re tired I can walk back.” She suggests walking home to spare me, but not only is that dangerous, I also can’t pass this opportunity.

“No, I’ll be right there.” I sound a bit stern, refusing to let her walk back. I tell everyone else I'll be back and leave. They already know where I’m going. I get in the car and make my way to the airport. When I finally spot her, I see some random man hitting on her. She looks uncomfortable. I park in front of them.

“Oh babe, You’re here!” she says. I blush really hard but realize what she’s doing.

“Yep! Hop in, sweetie, we need to get going. The kids miss you so much!” I reply to her, keeping up the act. The man runs off, pretending he never saw her. She gets in and sighs.

“Thanks, and sorry,” she apologies.

“No problem, he looked like a creep.” I say. I can’t let her know I want to hear her call me babe again and again.

“By kids, you mean Jiseok, right?” She jokes and we both laugh.

“Yes, actually that’s really what I was thinking of!” I laugh.

It feels like a painfully short ride before we make it home. As soon as I get there, everyone’s getting ready.

“Guys, it’s nine pm, what are you doing?” Only Gunil replies to me.

“Get ready,” he says.

“Why, what are we doing?” Everyone’s in what we call our ‘cool boy fits’.

“A party,” Jungsu says.

“Are we playing?” I ask.

“No, just attending,” Jiseok says. I give up questioning any further and put on my outfit from today again and reapply my makeup. Once I'm finished, I see Y/n. My body doesn’t know how to react to seeing her outfit. She's in a cropped bustier top and a miniskirt. She dropped the sweet, smart girl and looked for something significantly more… mature, and I think I like it.

I sit beside her in the car again, and this time we talk. It’s weird to think I’m getting along with her so quickly, that's unusual for me. She smiles and we lock eyes briefly after the car parks. Her smile is full of excitement and it spreads to me. We head into the house. It’s really big and very nice. It must have been expensive.

The first while is spent drinking and dancing. I don’t typically dance, but when ‘Not Shy’ plays, stop watching Y/n dance and join her. She laughs and we have fun dancing together. A new song comes on that I’ve heard, but don’t know the dance to, but she does. It’s ‘Cosmic’. She sings along under her breath as she dances, interlocking eyes with me as she does. It feels as if the lyrics describe our situation perfectly.

One too many drinks and dances, we’re now on the couch, staring at each other. We’re too drunk for it to be awkward. The tension is too much. She starts closing in on me and I reciprocate until our lips are connected. I grab her and pull her closer to me, wrapping my arms around her waist. She complies and kisses me again. The kiss gets more heated until I part my lips for her and she begins exploring my mouth with her tongue. After a while, she pulls away, completely out of breath. Her lips are swollen as she gazes down at me. I glance over to look at the other side of the room and see Jiseok looking at us. Y/n spots him and gets off of me, running out of sight. I don’t see her for the rest of the night.

I wake up with a migraine. The first thing that I think of from last night is the kiss. I leave my room and she's not in the living room. I don’t blame her for sleeping in. Jooyeon comes out of his room, closing the door behind him.

“Is she ok?” I ask him, assuming he saw her in there.

“I dunno, she refuses to come out and she won’t tell me why. She won’t even speak to Jiseok,” It hits me. Jiseok saw us kissing last night. I wonder if he remembers. I get up and head to his room. He answers as soon as I knock.

“What do you remember from last night?” I blatantly ask him.

“If you’re asking about you two making out, yes I remember.” he answers. That answered my first question. My lips tingle as I remember the feeling.

“Then what’s wrong with her?”. Jiseok shrugs. At the same time, there’s a knock at the door. I open it and it’s Gunil.

“Guys, she’s gone.” he sounds worried.

‘She was just in Jooyeon’s room.”

“Well she’s not there anymore.” Gunil says and Jiseok’s phone rings with a notification. He looks and it’s a text from Y/n. She says she was able to get on a flight home today and apologizes for leaving without notice. I don’t say anything before I get in the car and head for the airport alone. I get a text from Jiseok. It’s a screenshot of his messages from Y/n. There’s a new text I haven't seen. It reads “Tell Hyeongjun I love him”.

I speed up, cutting the drive from twenty minutes to ten. I’m going dangerously fast in an attempt to get there before she leaves. I look at the flight schedule and the next plane takes off in ten minutes. I’m not normally reckless, but I speed past the other cars until I see the airport in the distance. I come to a screeching halt by the entrance and run in.

The airport is packed with people, it’s gonna be impossible to find her. I search for her but to no avail. It’s time for the plan, I’d better just give up. I look down, feeling defeated, but when my gaze hits the ground, it lands on a dropped passport. That’s not good, you can't board the plane without it. I pick it up to see who it belongs to before I take it to the front desk. It’s Y/n’s! I run to the front desk and she’s there talking to someone.

“Looking for this?” I ask her and she turns around. Her eyes go straight to me, skipping over her passport. She’s frozen. I don’t hand her her passport, but instead try to convince her to stay.

“Y/n, I love you, and I want nothing more than for you to stay and be with me.” I confess, scared she will shut me down. Her silence scares me. My anxiety worsens the longer she stands there. A plane takes off in the background, it’s hers.

“Well, I have no choice now.” she says. My heart sinks and I realize I may have made a mistake.

“I- I’m so sorry,” I give her the passport and turn around to leave. I may never recover from this, I'm so embarrassed. I’m pulled out of my thoughts as there’s a tug on the back of my jacket. I’m pulled untilI turn completely around and I'm back to facing Y/n. Before I can try to apologize again or brace for a punch to the face, she pulls me in and kisses me. I hesitate briefly before I kiss her back.

“Take me home, Hyeongjun,” and I know she’s talking about mine, but I guess it’s hers too now. I smile and get her in the car. This time I drive carefully.

“Does this mean we’re-” and I interrupt her.

“Yes.” I say. I glance over and see her putting hearts around my contact name that has been upgraded from “Hyeongjun” to “my man”. I can’t help but get flustered by that. I pull into the driveway and a few of the guys come out to see what happened. I get out and so does Y/n. I grab her hand and hold it up victoriously.

“I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT!” Seungmin yells, making Y/n look at me confusedly.

“I’ve been trying to get your attention from day one,” I admit.

“You’ve had my attention since day one,”. She smiles at me, and I have to look away out of shyness.

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Reblog this if you would not only accept, but welcome fan art, moodboards, etc. of your fics

All of these used to be so common for people to show their appreciation of different fics and authors, and I think it’s a shame people don’t do it anymore. I love seeing fan work for my fics!!

I felt EVERYTHING. I cried, I'm shaking, this was beautiful. Should've set a reminder to breathe bc my goodness I sat there for a few minutes holding my breath.

RIGHT HERE - H. HYEONGJUN

SUMMARY : when one drunken night leads you to kiss your best friend, it gets and harder and harder to ignore your underlying feelings for him

-> pairing : best friend!hyeongjun x fem!reader

-> words count : 9.6k words

-> genre : friends-to-lovers, smut, a tiny bit of angst and some fluff at the end

-> warnings : switch!hyeongjun x switch!reader, unprotected sex, making out, swearing, teasing, riding, fingering, semi-public sex, creampie, oral (f. receiving), dry humping, begging, marking, little bit of choking (because i'm obsessed with these pretty hands of his), dirty talk, alcohol consumption, jealousy, yn has big boobs because i have big boobs and i want to feel appreciated lmaoo, junhan is wearing a half skirt at one point because he looks hot with that, tiny bit of angst

+ the way i'm depicting junhan does not represent him, it's only a work of fiction.

-> 18+ content bellow, minors DNI

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated ! sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language

-> author's note : a little fic for the birthday boy !! i just had to celebrate one of my ults' bias special day, and it was good that i was working on this fic at the same time ! i had this idea back in january, and honestly i never thought that it would finally come together but i love how it turned out and i hope you'll like it as much as i do, because honestly writing junhan is so therapeutic for me for some unknown reasons lmaoo.

-> playlist : right here by chase atlantic - do i wanna know ? by arctic monkeys - keep me up by b.i - she by harry styles - i like the way you kiss me by artemas

-> masterlist | xdh masterlist

Hyeongjun had never been the type to go to parties. He enjoyed music, yes, but not the loud ones everyone played at these events, and he hated it even more when you dragged him on with you. However, he never said no, never refused to follow you along with his members. All of them were always eager to go to these parties, and you too. He always felt like he was killing the mood by saying he didn’t like it. But what really convinced him every time were your pleading eyes, and your cute little pout as you said his name in the most adorable way. At least, he was always the last one still sober and he could bring everybody home safely, he could make sure you were okay at all times. 

And he really should get paid for it because dealing with you when you were drunk was some kind of a challenge. But over the loud people and music, the bad smell of alcohol and sex, all the people he didn’t know talking to him just because he was famous ; what he hated the most was seeing you flirt with everyone coming your way. 

Hyeongjun was not one to get easily jealous. Hell, he didn’t even have any right to be : he wasn’t your boyfriend, only your best friend. But you got him chewing on his lips and clenching his fists as you were dancing with other men. He wished it was him, wished he was the one holding your hips and making you twirl around and giggle, wished he was the one whispering things that were making you blush in your ears. 

But he wasn’t. Maybe if he had had some balls when Gunil introduced you as his childhood friend, maybe if he had followed the advice of his members and asked you out right away, he would’ve been the one dancing with you right now. Maybe he would not be stuck here, and maybe he would not have to settle on looking at you from afar rather than being the one making out with you on that couch. And as much as he wanted to be mad at you for it, he couldn’t. He could only blame himself for the situation he was in, it was all his fault. 

The sigh he let out startled the girl standing beside him, the very same one that tried to hit on him for some time. He rejected her already, but she kept coming back for more, and he was starting to get uneasy. He wanted to get out of here, to walk you home, tuck you into bed and then get back to the dorms and pray that one day his feelings will fade away. Because what he felt for you was way more than lust, it was way more than a want or a need and it was becoming harder and harder to hide it from you when your whole body was pressed against his as you tried to walk straight. 

“- ‘M so tired, Junnie…

- I know, but we’re almost there, hold on.”

You hummed quietly, trying to not let the exhaustion take over your body. You looked up at Hyeongjun, and you didn’t know if it was the alcohol talking or if it simply allowed you to finally stop lying to yourself, but you couldn’t shake off the feeling that he was incredibly pretty under the city lights. His long hair had these beautiful curls that complimented his face perfectly, his eyes shining under the moonlight and his pointy nose that you had always found attractive casting beautiful shadows all over his face.

“- You’re so pretty.”

Hyeongjun thought that he didn’t hear you right, that it was the alcohol talking. But still, his breath got stuck in his throat when the words left your mouth, and his cheeks heated up when you cupped his cheeks and stood on your tippy toes to kiss him. His eyes widened in surprise, letting you peck his lips for a few seconds before he regained some consciousness and grabbed your shoulders to push you off of him, trying not to let himself soften at the way you whined his name.

“- You shouldn’t do that when you’re drunk, Y/N. I don’t want you to regret it.”

The pout aborning your lips was the cutest thing he had ever seen and it was hard to resist you when you were like this, pleading for the attention he himself craved to give you for months. 

“- I won’t ! I promise, Junnie, I just want to kiss you.

- Still. I’m not doing anything while you’re vulnerable. Let’s just go home.”

You whined again, but in the end, you complied to his request and followed him down the streets to your apartment. And as if nothing had happened, you continued to rant to him about one girl that apparently talked behind your friend’s back, but Hyeongjun couldn’t focus on anything else than the feeling of your lips touching his. He was unable to listen to you for the whole ride, simply humming at everything you said and you were too far gone to care about it. 

You begged him to come inside and help you take off your makeup because you were too tired to do it yourself. So Hyeongjun did. He kept your hair out of your face as he washed it off, feeling you slowly relaxing under his fingertips. Then, he let you put on some more comfortable clothes, trying not to look at your bare legs as you climbed in your bed wearing only some underwear and an oversized shirt. He tucked you in, and kissed your forehead before going home, the memories of this night playing on loop in his head.

And it didn’t stop messing with him for the next few weeks. As much as Hyeongjun tried to bury himself into his work to forget about what you said, about what you did, he could still hear your slurred voice calling him pretty, he could still feel your lips pressing against his. Everytime he thought he had succeeded in finally getting past all that, something reminded him of you and he was going back to the start again. 

The worst part was that he started to make excuses to not see you. It wasn’t like he didn’t miss you, on the contrary even - it was torture for him to turn down your invitation to hang out together. But he was quite certain that if he did see you, he would spill out his feelings like the loser he was and he wasn’t ready to let you go away. Hyeongjun knew that what happened that night probably didn’t mean anything to you, that you were drunk and not thinking straight, but he couldn’t stop his heart from racing when he closed his eyes and he was taken back to the moment you kissed him.

Hyeongjun sighed as he looked down at the lyrics and music sheets in front of him. He had been trying to work on these new ideas for a long time now, but you invaded his thoughts so much that he hadn’t been able to concentrate or focus. He had been there for a good two hours now, and he hadn’t made any progress, the lack of sleep he was getting lately surely not helping his case either. He was ready to go back to his failed attempts to produce something remotely good when some soft knocks at the door of the studio interrupted him. He spared a glance at his phone sitting on the desk and noticed that it was pretty late, brows furrowing as he wondered who it could be.

“- Come in.”

The door cracked open slowly, revealing your familiar silhouette. The weather was starting to warm up a little, thus you were only wearing some shorts and a hoodie that Hyeongjun recognized as his, his whole body heating up at the thought of you feeling this comfortable in his clothes. His eyes then drifted to the small grocery bag that you held in your hands. And even if he hadn’t seen you since that infamous night, and even if he was a little anxious about confronting you, a shy smile creeped up on his lips upon finally seeing you, his heart beating faster as you got closer.

“- I hope I’m not disturbing you ? Just thought that you might be craving some snacks since you’re gonna stay here until late.”

You handed him the bag, which was indeed filled up with his favorite snacks. You had stopped by the dorms on your way and Jiseok had told you where your best friend was, since he seemed to be avoiding you recently. It surprised you, because he wasn’t the type to usually stay up so late. Once again, Hyeongjun couldn’t help the warmth spreading from his head to his toes at knowing you did all that for him, and came all the way here only for him, only because you cared for him.

“- You’re never bothering me, Y/N. And thank you so much, I… It’s really sweet, I appreciate it, even more since I’ve been a terrible friend lately.”

You shrugged as you sat down on the chair beside him, crossing your legs and resting your forearm on your knees. You wanted to talk to him about what happened that night, that was why you came here, mostly. But you couldn’t bring yourself to let the words out, fidgeting with the hem of Hyeongjun’s hoodie.

“- I’m the terrible friend here, honestly. I’m sorry Junnie, I shouldn’t have kissed you and I shouldn’t have pushed when you said no, even if I was drunk, it was incredibly wrong of me to do that. And I understand if you need some time away from me because what I did was really disrespectful.”

Seeing how stressed and anxious you seemed to be made Hyeongjun’s heart clench in his chest. Were you really beating yourself over that for the past weeks ? Did you really think that you made him uncomfortable ? Oh, he was an idiot. Hyeongjun closed his eyes for a second, embarrassment clearly visible on his face as he mentally swore at himself for being so dumb. Of course that ignoring you for such a long time would make you spiral, he knew how you could get sometimes, so why did he do that ?

“- You have nothing to apologize for, Y/N. It’s no big deal, okay ? It was just a kiss, and that’s all. But I should be the one saying sorry, and I am because I’ve been an asshole for making you believe that you did something wrong.”

“No big deal” ? Yeah, of course ! The fact that he couldn’t keep the sensation of your lips pressing against his for more than three minutes showed really well how it was “no big deal”. But he couldn’t tell you that, obviously. It seemed like you regretted it enough for him to ask if there was any meaning behind your actions. 

“- Best friends aren’t supposed to kiss, I thought you just needed some space. Just… Please, tell me that I haven’t ruined everything, because that’s the last thing I want.

- You haven’t ruined anything, I promise. I’m just glad we talked it out.”

You nodded but the tears that gathered in your eyes did not want to go away that easily. 

“- Come here.”

You grabbed the hand Hyeongjun reached out to you, and you let him pull you in a hug, resting your head against his chest. You sighed deeply as you basked in his embrace, in his comforting presence, in his familiar scent that did wonders to calm you down. 

“- So, you think I’m pretty ?”

Hyeongjun chuckled when he felt you hit his chest. You could already feel your face heating up from his question, the memories of that night still fresh in your mind, and the way you embarrassed yourself too. 

“- That’s not funny ! I was drunk.

- But you know what they say ? Drunk words are sober thoughts.”

You lifted your head up, a faint blush spread across his cheeks as well. He seemed to have gained some confidence lately, and you loved it for him, but being on the receiving end of it made your heart flutter in a way that was really not good considering Hyeongjun was your best friend. But still, you let him push away a strand of your hair and tuck it behind your ear, loving the feeling of his fingers brushing against your skin a little too much. 

“- It’s not a bad thing though, I think you’re pretty too.”

You wanted to act unaffected, to think that he was only trying to make you feel better, but the way your heart skipped a bit was telling you otherwise. And the way you looked down at his lips for a few seconds too long for him to not notice certainly did nothing to help either. The atmosphere had shifted - you could feel it, and from the way Hyeongjun’s lips parted in search of more air, you knew that he felt it too. There was something in the air, something that made you want to give in to your desire. 

“- Would it be so bad if I kissed you again ?

- I don’t think so…”

Your own hands went up to cup his face, feeling the heat of his skin under your fingertips. Your eyes drifted from his intense gaze to his pretty lips every two seconds, and slowly, you leaned in closer. His lips brushed against yours once, both of you releasing a shaky breath at the contact. Then, he dared press a soft kiss on your slightly open mouth. And the third time, you finally kissed him for real, your arms wrapping around his neck to push him closer to you. 

Hyeongjun welcomed you in his arms again, hands hesitantly going to hold your waist as his eyes fluttered shut. He couldn’t believe that you, his best friend, his crush, were really kissing him right now. But the way your lips were moving in sync with his was a proof of how real all this was, and Hyeongjun decided that he wanted to enjoy it for as long as it was going to last, no matter if it meant nothing for you in the end. 

Suddenly, Hyeongjun snickered his arms around your waist, pulling you in to fully sit on his lap, eliciting a gasp from you that allowed him to plunge his tongue in your mouth. He was never this straightforward usually, but he had waited so long to feel you, he didn’t want to waste any more time. His hands found purchase on your thighs as your tongue danced with his, lust clouding his and your mind too.

“- F-Fuck, Y/N… Don’t stop…”

You grinned as you let your kisses wander from the corner of his lips to his neck, lightly sucking on the sensitive skin there, rewarded by some airy moans Hyeongjun couldn’t contain. He bucked his hips into you involuntarily as you bite down on his flesh softly, a whine escaping his lips this time. He made the prettiest sounds ever and you really wondered why you didn’t do that sooner. After all, you always thought that Hyeongjun was handsome - who wouldn’t ? - but never acted on it because he was always so shy to initiate any physical contact with you. And even as you got closer, it was always so platonic, you never dared make a move, nor even admit to yourself that you found him really attractive. 

“- Junnie, I want more, please.”

The way you looked into his eyes, the way you whimpered his name, the way you were grinding against his clothed hard on - everything in you made him weak in the knees and he folded so quickly it was surely pathetic but Hyeongjun didn’t care. In this moment, all he wanted was you and nothing else, nobody else. 

“- Anything you want, baby.” 

The nickname slipped past his lips so easily, as if it was all natural and it made a new wave of arousal crash over you. You knew you couldn’t really do everything you wished because you were still at the studio, but it didn’t stop you from getting rid of your shorts and underwear in the span of a few seconds while Hyeongjun pushed down his sweatpants just enough for him to free his cock. 

Your mind was already so far away that you didn’t even take the time to admire him in all his glory, simply coming back to sit on his lap, this time without any clothes to separate the two of you. His hands found their spot back on your waist, this time feeling courageous enough to let them slide down to your ass, guiding you to rock your hips back and forth over his hard dick, coating him in your slickness. 

“- Shit, you’re so wet, feeling so good already…”

You never thought you would hear him talking dirty to you one day, but here you were, and you loved it so much that you barely tried to keep your voice down as his tip repeatedly bumped against your clit in the most delicious way. 

“- So good, Junnie… Want you so bad, fuck !

- Then take me, baby, take whatever you want from me.”

You didn’t need more than that to sink down on his cock, both of you moaning in harmony as you threw your head back. You felt so full of him, and you felt so tight around him, it was impossible not to get lost in lust. You picked up your pace, rolling your hips a few times before you started to really ride him, the sound of skin slapping filling up the room quickly.

“- You’re so fucking good at this baby, holy shit… So wet and tight…”

You chuckled on top of him, grabbing his shoulders stronger for support as you could feel your knees giving up already from the intense rush of pleasure coursing through your veins. 

“- Love your cock, Junnie, feels perfect…”

Hyeongjun hummed at your praises, trying to not let them get to his head but it was hard when you were bouncing up and down his dick and that you felt so good he couldn’t keep his mouth shut, your name falling from his lips when you resumed your kisses on his neck. 

“- Y/N… I-I’m gonna cum…

- Me too, I’m so close Junnie…”

As your moves became sloppy, Hyeongjun took it upon himself to grip your waist firmly and help you roll your hips on top of him, thrusting up to meet you halfway. Your mouth fell agape, nails digging into his shoulders over his clothes to ground yourself in reality. As your orgasm washed over you, you weren’t thinking about the fact that Hyeongjun was supposed to be only your friend, you weren’t thinking about everything that he was making you feel and that he shouldn’t. You weren’t thinking about anything other than him and how right having his hands on you and his lips on yours felt. 

You were afraid that everything would be awkward after this, but it all went back to normal. It was as if what happened that night, as if what happened in his studio never existed for Hyeongjun. And you should've been happy with that, should've settled for forgetting all about this and not ruining your friendship even more. But deep down, it hurt to know that he was able to not care when he was all you could think about ever since your lips touched his for the first time and you couldn’t get him out of your mind even if you tried. 

You felt guilty too. You were the one who started it all, the one who kissed him and told him you thought he was pretty. Hyeongjun never asked to be dragged into all of this. And it felt even more wrong to feel jealous of the way some girl you didn’t know was flirting with him. You had no right to feel that way, no right to be mad at him for doing this - even though you were almost certain that Hyeongjun wasn’t the one who started the conversation.

You had no right to feel jealous, but you were, and you decided that the best way to forget about it was to flirt with someone too. It was the worst choice you could’ve made, but your feelings were too confused to think further, just needing a distraction to stop thinking about Hyeongjun. So you gave a chance to the guy who was trying to hit on you since you arrived, and you tried to be subtle about the way you were often stealing glances in your best friend’s way. 

And Hyeongjun couldn’t help doing the same, trying to not let the overwhelming feeling of disappointment take over him as he watched you flirt with another man from afar. He was usually a sweet guy, but right now, he couldn’t care less about whatever this girl whom he didn’t even remember the name of was yapping about. He had a tunnel vision for you, only you standing out of the crowd. And Hyeongjun only wanted to forget about you, forget everything about whatever it was that happened in the studio. So he grabbed his beer, still half-full, and he chugged it down without any hesitation. 

The rest of his night was kind of a blur, and when Hyeongjun woke up the next morning, he wasn’t really surprised about the terrible headache that hit him as soon as he opened his eyes. A pained whine escaped his lips as he tried to sit up, the vivid light coming through the window making it all worse. Hyeongjun closed his eyes for a few minutes, trying to remember where he was because he knew for sure that he wasn’t in his bedroom. And then he heard a sigh by his side, his gaze falling on you, peacefully sleeping on the other side of the bed, just as naked as he was. And suddenly, he was hit with all the memories from last night.

“- Junnie ! I’ve been searching for you all night, I missed you !”

The pout on your lips made his heart flutter, but Hyeongjun tried to stay focused on the fact that he was jealous, hurt, and a little mad at you. But it was hard when he had been drinking the whole night, not even able to remember all the alcohols he had, and it was even harder when all he wanted was to kiss your pretty lips and taste you again. 

“- I was busy. It seemed like you were very occupied too.”

All the drinks he had were starting to get back at him, and he wasn’t able to leave on the filters he usually had when talking to people, especially when he was talking to you. The bitter tone of his voice hit you like a truck, not used to Hyeongjun being in this kind of mood, especially when he was with you. It hurt too, more than you thought it would. 

“- What ? I can’t even have a little fun now ? You were flirting with a girl too…”

It was petty of you to make some reproaches at him when you were always the one doing exactly what you commented about. But the memory of this pretty girl laughing with him was all you could think about. You didn’t even remember the name of the guy you danced with later, too focused on watching over your best friend and this girl, too worried that he might kiss her or go home with her. And you knew it wasn’t how Hyeongjun would act usually, but everything seemed odd tonight. Hyeongjun sighed while shaking his head, visibly disappointed in you.

“- I’ve never said that, Y/N. Fuck… You’re just so confusing right now.”

He ran his hands over his face, trying to remain concentrated on the conversation even if he wanted to either go to sleep and forget everything that had happened these past weeks or just pull you in and shut you up with a kiss. He obviously preferred the second option, even though it was also the one that seemed less likely to happen. You crossed your arms over your chest, suddenly hyper aware of the way your top showed so much of your cleavage, suddenly noticing how you’ve been leading him on because you couldn’t just tell him how you felt. Your head and thoughts weren’t clear, you couldn’t think straight when he was looking at you with a mix of want and sadness - you just wanted to hold him close and never let him go. 

“- I’m sorry, that wasn’t my intention.

- I know. I know you’ll never hurt me purposely. 

- But I still hurt you…”

Hyeongjun could see how guilty you felt from the way you were biting your lips and avoided his gaze, and he almost regretted saying anything in the first place. But even though he was grateful he got to know what you tasted and felt like, maybe it would have been better if it all stayed in his imagination, if it all stayed a fantasy. It would’ve been so much easier to forget about you if he didn’t know how you sounded like when you were about to cum, if he didn’t know how pretty you were on top of him. 

All the alcohol you had made you a little dizzy, not feeling it when Hyeongjun got closer to you until his fingers brushed against your cheeks, prompting you to look up at him. His pretty eyes were glazed with some kind of lust that made your insides twist. You definitely shouldn’t have these feelings for your best friend, but the way his thumb swiping over your bottom lip made your heart skip a beat was enough of a sign for you to finally admit that what you felt for Hyeongjun was way more than friendly sentiments. When you looked in his eyes again, it was like you were suddenly hit by this realization even more, your breathing hitching in your throat as he leaned down to kiss you again. 

You closed your eyes and let Hyeongjun do whatever he wanted. It had only been a few days since you had last felt his lips on yours, but it was as if it had been months. And if last time, you had taken your time savoring how his tongue was sliding against yours, tonight you just wanted to take everything he had to give you, tonight you just wanted him in the rawest way possible. 

And Hyeongjun felt the same, too hungry, too impatient to wait any longer. He grabbed you by your thighs, lifting you up on the kitchen’s counter. You spread your legs instinctively, pulling him closer again and your lips returning to his. His hands found their place back on your waist, feeling how hot your skin was under his fingertips due to the crop top you were wearing. Your own hands were tangled in his hair, occasionally mindlessly tugging on it and earning some quiet moans from Hyeongjun that made you even wetter. 

“- Junnie… Please…”

You were panting against his mouth, desperately grinding against him to get the tiniest amount of friction that was nowhere near enough to ease your desire. Your eyes were hooded, missing how Hyeongjun looked at you as if he wanted to eat you alive, only feeling his hands roaming around your body. He came up to squeeze your breast over the material of your top, making you arch your back into his hands and release an airy whine, wanting more and more of him. 

“- Tell me what you want, baby. Tell me and I’ll do it.

- Want your fingers, been dreaming about it…”

The admission made him curse under his breath as he urgently started to help you unzip your jeans, immediately slipping his hand into your panties and going to press down on your clit. You threw your head back instantly, having craved his touch more than you’d like to admit. But it felt so good to finally have his hands on you, so good that you didn’t care about the fact that you were in the kitchen of someone you barely knew. 

“- Been fantasizing about me, pretty ? Been thinking about my fingers when you were touching yourself ?”

A low moan escaped your lips as the tip of his fingers brushed against your entrance a few times, and his words turned you on beyond what you thought was possible. You never thought you would ever hear Hyeongjun telling you those things but for some reason it made it all more exciting. Your cheeks were burning up, as well as your whole body as you dived back into his hypnotizing gaze.

“- Say it.

- Y-Yes, I did, thought about it a lot Junnie, couldn’t help myself. 

- I thought about you too, baby.”

Upon hearing your answer, Hyeongjun slid one of his fingers inside of you, reaching way deeper than you’ve ever had with your own. A louder moan slipped past your lips, and you had to bite down on the flesh to not let any other sound escape you. His last words were replaying again and again in your mind as his thumb played with your clit just right and his finger moved easily due to how wet you were. 

“- You want another ?

- Please, yes…” 

You couldn’t help whining as Hyeongjun carefully pushed a second finger inside of your cunt, the feeling overwhelming you in the best way possible. His fingers were much longer than yours, hitting your sweet spot without even trying to and making you clench around them. Slowly, he increased his pace, lewd squelching sounds starting to echo in the room and mixing with the noises coming out of your mouth against your will. 

And unlike that night at the studio, now Hyeongjun really took his time to look at you closely. Your boobs were squished in a tiny crop top that showed a lot of your cleavage and made them look heavenly, your pretty waist underlined by the low rise pants you wore. Your hair were brushing against your shoulders every time you looked down to see how quick Hyeongjun’s fingers were moving inside of you, how skillfully he was circling around your clit. But the best part was the way you stared at him with your mouth half-opened, eyes heavy with desire and lust for him, the way you whispered his name like a prayer when he hit that perfect spot. 

“- I’m close… I’m so close, please, don’t stop…

- I won’t pretty, cum on my fingers and then I’ll fuck you, yeah ?”

You nodded as best as you could, pleasure already taking over you because of the way he was talking to you, because of the way his mouth got so dirty and filthy all of sudden. You squeezed your eyes shut as your orgasm crashed over you, biting down on your lips hard enough to draw some blood and trying to not let too many noises escape you as you came undone for him, thighs shaking as he continued slowly thrusting his fingers even after you’ve stopped clenching so hard around him. You grabbed Hyeongjun’s hand with a whimper, and the smirk on his lips when you did so almost made you want to let him go on a little longer. 

“- Open up.” 

You immediately listened to his command, your mouth falling open for him. You felt him pull his fingers out of your cunt, bringing them up to your lips and pushing them against your tongue. You closed your mouth around them, sucking his skin clean of your release until Hyeongjun had enough of the sinful scene in front of him - pulling his fingers out of your mouth and grabbing your throat instead to kiss you hungrily. His tongue found yours again, this time much more demanding and fervent, as if he had let down all his inhibitions, as if he couldn’t contain himself anymore. 

Your mind was hazy, but you still felt the aching in your cunt coming back. You needed him, and you needed him now, no matter that anyone could walk in on the two of you. Your hands fell from the back of his neck to the front of his pants, quickly undoing the buttons and zipper, struggling a little more with the straps holding the half skirt completing his outfit. His lips left yours to help you, the black cloth falling on the floor but he couldn’t care less when you were already palming him over his underwear. 

“- You sure you wanna do this here ?

- Fuck, yeah, I don’t care, I just need you so bad Junnie…

- Shit… Need you too, pretty.”

You helped Hyeongjun push his boxer’s down enough for his cock to spring free. You didn’t hesitate before spitting in your palm and stroking him a few times, coating him with your saliva. He couldn’t help but stare at your hand, a low moan slipping past his lips. 

“- You’re so hot…”

His praises we’re getting to your head, making you even more dizzy and you didn’t even know anymore if it was the alcohol or just the effect he had on you. However, you needed him too bad to tease him for too long, your legs coming up to wrap around his waist and pulling him closer to you until the tip of his cock bumped against your clit. Hyeongjun got a grip of your waist, stopping you from squirming around as he entered your tight, soaked cunt. 

“- F-Fuck ! You feel so good, Y/N, so fucking good for me…

- Please move, need more !”

Your voice was already so high pitched, and you seemed so gone - eyes hazy and looking fucked out from his fingers only. Hyeongjun groaned as he tried to not lose himself in the feeling too soon, but it was hard when you felt even better than the last time, it was hard when the alcohol heightened all his feelings, it was hard when you were whining his name like that and looking at him so desperately - you were driving him crazy. 

The first thrust of his dick immediately hit your sweet spot, slapping a hand over your mouth to at least try to keep quiet and the other flying to his shoulder to ground yourself in reality. The second thrust had you praying that no one would pass by the kitchen or they would hear you moan like a slut but you couldn’t care anymore when Hyeongjun looked so attractive, eyes glued to where his cock slid right into your wet pussy, his pretty, airy moans engraved in your mind forever. 

You didn’t have enough consciousness left to control your noises anymore, not with the way Hyeongjun was pounding into you relentlessly, one hand massaging your tits over the material of your top and the other one back around your throat. The lack of air as he squeezed your neck pushed a choked moan out of your mouth, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you mindlessly gripped his wrist for support. 

“- Looking so pretty when I’m the one fucking you… Feels good, baby ?

- Ah ! So good Junnie, you feel so good… Love it, love you so much.”

Hyeongjun was already too far gone to really acknowledge your words, the combination of your velvety walls squeezing him right in when he thrusted back into you and all the drinks he had making him unable to concentrate on anything else than getting you to cum on his dick again. Eager to bring you to your release, he let his thumb come down to play with your clit once again, your moans elevating, not trying to stay quiet anymore. 

As soon as he felt you clench down harder around him and that your nails were digging into the skin of his forearm, Hyeongjun let go too, spurred on by your sensual moans and the way he could feel your throat vibrating against his hand. It all became too much when you felt him paint your walls white, overstimulation kicking in but it was too good to ask him to stop. When Hyeongjun finally freed your neck, you took a big, deep breath, the imprints that his rings left on your skin already visible on the sides. He softly brushed his fingers against the marks, feeling both bad for potentially hurting you and proud that he had claimed you in some way. 

“- Want to come back to mine ?”

Hyeongjun didn’t hesitate to say yes, helping you get off of the counter and put your clothes back on, his lips back on yours before you could even leave the kitchen. And he felt on top of the world passing by the man you had hit on later, his hand in yours, and his cum deep inside of your cunt, probably dripping inside of your pretty lacy panties right now. You were all his, at least for the night. 

“- Morning Junnie.” 

Hyeongjun turned around, a pan filled with some freshly cooked pancakes still in his hands. He placed it down on the counter before looking up at you. And his heart surely skipped a beat at seeing you in the same graphic shirt he had worn last night, your thighs peeking out from underneath the piece of clothing and indicating that you were probably only wearing your panties and no shorts. Hyeongjun gulped down as he tried to not let some of the memories of last night disrupt his thoughts again. 

“- Morning pretty. Did you sleep well ?”

You tiptoed to him, landing a sweet kiss on his cheek before you sat down at one of the stools of the counter to eat the breakfast he prepared for the two of you - though that was an excuse to keep his mind busy from thinking about you and the words you had said.

“- Very, though I don’t really remember how we got here without getting lost. Thank you for all of that, you didn’t have to.

- Yeah, we were pretty drunk. And don’t worry about that, I figured that you would probably be hungry. There’s some painkillers here too if your head hurts.

- You’re an angel Hyeongjun, thank you !”

You smiled up at him despite your headache getting stronger by the seconds. You gladly took the pills and then got to your delicious breakfast, recounting to your best friend every funny or random thing that happened yesterday. But you carefully avoided the only thing that needed to be addressed, carefully avoided the subject. You were too anxious to tell him anything in case he had forgotten it had happened because of the alcohol, because you didn’t even know if you really told him you loved him or if it was only a dream. 

And Hyeongjun was too nervous to ask you anything about it either. Maybe the reason you weren’t talking about it was because you were regretting it, maybe it happened only because you were really drunk and that you would’ve never done it in your right state of mind. Either way, Hyeongjun didn’t want to know, he just wanted to believe that everything was true for a few moments, even if it hurt to know that nothing you had said was meaningful. 

“- I’m gonna go, the boys are practicing this afternoon and I want to take a shower and take a nap before going.

- Yeah, of course. Thank you again for the breakfast, and for watching over me.

- You know I’ll always be right here, Y/N.”

You nodded and closed your eyes as Hyeongjun bent down to kiss your forehead. It was too intimate for two best friends, but it won’t make such a difference with what you had done before. So you simply let him, and you watched him go away with a heavy heart. Maybe that in the end, you regretted what happened a little - it would be so much harder to forget about him now, to try and ignore your feelings when you knew how it felt to be loved by him, to wake up to him cooking in your kitchen. You took a deep breath, only to be met with the scent of him as you were still wearing his shirt, and it made it all hurt even more. The fact that Hyeongjun didn’t even try to mention what happened the other night, that he didn’t even try to know if you said the truth, all of that was enough for you to understand that he didn’t feel the same. Of course he didn’t feel the same. 

Your theory seemed to be confirmed by the fact that Hyeongjun rarely answered to your texts anymore. It pained you to see him slowly slipping through your fingers, your friendship breaking apart piece by piece only because you were unable to control yourself. You were the only one to blame for everything that happened - you told him he was pretty and kissed him first. Hyeongjun probably just wanted to have a good time, and here you were, dreaming of more, dreaming of being his girlfriend when you knew it would stay what it was ; a dream. 

You looked at your phone one more time, desperately waiting for an answer to your offer to have a movie night at yours tonight. But Hyeongjun stayed silent this time too, the amount of messages he had never answered piling up and surely making you look a bit pathetic. Still, you decided to go buy some things for tonight - he was not going to ruin your plans. So you grabbed your headphones and put on your shoes to go to the grocery store down your street. You took everything that seemed sugary and unhealthy enough to drown your sorrow, not resisting the urge to take home a bag of Hyeongjun’s favorite chips. 

The music playing in your headphones was joyful, hoping that it would cheer you up a little. You were going to watch your favorite film too for the hundredth time, even if you knew it by heart now, because you just needed some comfortings things to push back all these feelings that weighed on your heart. But as you stepped out of the elevator, you almost jumped out of fear when you saw Hyeongjun waiting for you at the door. He seemed tired, his eyebags way more bigger than usual and his normally soft hair were all messy. His gaze crossed yours and for a moment, it felt like time stopped. You slid your headphones off, the music still quietly playing as a background noise as you slowly got closer to the door. 

“- What are you doing here ?”

Your tone was harsher than you wanted it to be, but the raw emotions of your voice couldn’t be hidden. You both knew that the movie night was not the real reason Hyeongjun was here, he could’ve just ignored you or said yes, he would’ve never come directly to your place without warning you if it wasn’t urgent. But seeing how disheveled he was and how he obviously didn’t pay much attention to the way he was dressed, it seemed like his decision had been impulsive and not so well thought. 

“- I… “

It was painful to hear his voice cracking on a single word, and even more to see his eyes well up with tears. You tried to swallow the knot forming in your throat, tried to get over the bad feeling you had, tried to not think about how this seemed like a goodbye - a forever one. 

“- If you have nothing to say, then I’m going. I’ve got things to do.”

It was a lie, and you both knew it. But you had to find a way out of this, a way out of this whole situation, a way out of the end of your friendship. Even if it stayed like that - you sending texts that he never replied to - you didn’t want that to be the end. You walked past him, almost reaching for the door when Hyeongjun grabbed your arm, the contact of his skin against yours felt like fireworks exploding everywhere, breath knocked out of your lungs for a few seconds. You turned around, facing him and really looking at him for the first time since you found him at your doorstep. 

“- I think we should keep our distance for a while.”

You thought you were ready to hear it, thought you had repeated the scenario in your head enough times to not feel anything when he would finally say it out loud. But it still hurt, cutting down in places only he had found his way to. And you could do nothing about it because it was all your fault. 

“- It’s… I understand Hyeongjun. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable with all I said and did, it wasn’t my intention at all. 

- I know.”

You dived in his eyes once again, and this time, you stayed like that for a long time, or maybe not. You didn’t know. But his gaze made butterflies come alive in your stomach, only to kill them the next second because of the sad smile stretching out his lips. 

“- Can we still be friends ? I really don’t want to lose you…”

Your voice was definitely quivering, your eyes glossier than usual. And Hyeongjun could see it, could feel it. It was hard for him to do that. Hurting you was never what he wanted, but he couldn’t go on like that, couldn’t sleep with you as if he felt nothing more. It was too much. Right now, he felt miserable, he felt like he was doing a mistake even if it was to protect himself, it still felt wrong. Because he loved you, because he had always loved you.

“- I never wanted to be your friend in the first place, but you never saw that. It’s too late now…”

Slowly, his words made their way into your mind. Slowly, your eyes grew wider. Slowly, you realized what he meant. Hyeongjun thought he would feel better after having told you this, but no. No. All it did was make him regret never trying to hit on you when he had first met you, all it did was making him regret not listening to Jiseok’s advice and not trying to ask you out on a date before he got categorized as your best friend. He could’ve done so much better, and now he not only broke his own heart but also yours because he was an idiot. 

“- You’re an idiot.”

At least, you were agreeing with him on this, and Hyeongjun was ready to express his approval when you continued.

“- You’re an idiot if you think there wasn’t any meaning behind everything that we did. I actually wanted to ask you out when Gunil introduced us, but he told me that it was better if I approached you slowly. And after that, it was always so platonic between us, I never thought you would be interested in me…”

Hyeongjun took a step closer, tears filling up his eyes again, but this time, he didn’t stop them from rolling down his cheeks. 

“- How could I not be interested in you ? I don’t think you realize how bright you’re shining, Y/N. You’re amazing, talented, fantastic. You make everyone and everything better. You made me a better person, you’ve always been here for me, you’re the most important person in my life. And I know I’m not the best at showing it, but god, I love you so much that sometimes it hurts.

- I love you too Junnie, I love you so much…”

When Hyeongjun cupped your face in between his hands, swiping his thumbs across your cheeks to wipe off the tears, your smile brought one to his face too. 

“- We’re both idiots.”

You giggled and Hyeongjun felt like colors were brighter, like he could hear sounds clearer. He didn’t lie when he said that you made everything better, because for him you really did. You were smiling so much that when he leaned down to kiss your lips, it was almost impossible, the two of you chuckling like lovesick fools. And now, you could say that you were. 

“- I really love you.”

If you weren’t still standing in the hallway of your building, Hyeongjun could’ve asked you to repeat the words again and again, until he was sick of it. But instead, he kissed you again.

“- So what about this movie night ? Is the offer still on the table ?

- More than ever.” 

You were still smiling as you unlocked the door of your apartment, and you were still smiling when you settled on the couch with him, and you were still smiling when Hyeongjun’s arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you towards him so you could cuddle while watching the film. Though, it quickly only served as background noise when you started kissing his neck up and down. Hyeongjun really wanted to stay focused, he really wanted to not mess up your first date, if it could be considered a date. But his eyes fluttered shut against his will, his whole body relaxing against the couch. 

“- Y/N…

- Want me to stop ?

- No.”

You chuckled at how breathless he already seemed, but you couldn’t blame him - if he sneaked his hand in your panties right now, he would be met with a sticky mess. You pushed back the blanket covering your legs, allowing you to straddle Hyeongjun’s lap. You made yourself comfortable before going back to his neck, this time adding your tongue to the mix. The thought of him being finally yours was driving you crazy, and you wanted to claim him in some ways, show off to the world that he was your boyfriend and no one else’s. The moan he let out when you sucked the first mark right under his jaw made you want to give him the world, your hips rolling against his uncontrollably. His hands flew to your hips, helping you move against him as you actively covered his whole neck in hickeys and bite marks, relishing in the noises he made.

“- You’re so fucking pretty like this… All mine.”

Hyeongjun didn’t know if it was your nails gently grazing against his marked skin or your words that made him shiver and sent a new wave of arousal coursing through his veins, but either way, he liked it, liked it so much. 

“- Please, let me make it up to you pretty. Let me spoil you.”

Actually, he was just craving to taste you, had been since the first time you kissed him. But the other part was true too - he wanted to please you so badly, show you how good he could be for you. You quickly nodded, letting Hyeongjun get down on his knees as you sat in his place on the couch. You let him part your legs and strip you off of your shorts and underwear all at once. You let him roam around the plush skin of your thighs and take a hold of your waist once again, pulling you closer to the edge of the couch, closer to his face. 

“- So gorgeous, you’re perfect.”

Heat rose to your cheeks with the way he was intensely staring at your glistening folds. But soon enough, the shame was gone when Hyeongjun buried his head in between your thighs, tongue circling your clit skillfully. He was going to be the death of you for sure, but you weren’t mad about it. As he licked at your folds like a starved man, you took a hold of his hair, slightly tugging on it to ground yourself in reality. Hyeongjun moaned lowly against your pussy, the vibration feeling way too good for you not to let out a sound, for you not to praise him. 

“- Taste so good, I could eat you for hours.

- You’re so good Junnie, I’m feeling so good…”

He hummed against you, sending another thrill of arousal through your body and you threw your head back when you felt his tongue pushing past your walls, his nose repeatedly bumping against your bundle of nerves. You couldn’t help your thighs from trembling and closing around his head when you felt your orgasm approaching, but Hyeongjun didn’t do anything about it because he could die happy being smothered by your legs, his noises increasing along with yours. 

“- I’m gonna cum, oh my god ! I’m cumming !”

You cried out his name when the knot in your stomach finally snapped, your whole body shaking as Hyeongjun did his best to hold you down and still lick you clean, prolonging your climax for as long as possible before you started squirming away from him out of overstimulation. The faint smirk on his face as he got up to kiss you, his chin and lips still covered in your juices was too hot for you to ignore. Your tongues danced together, his hands slipping under your tank top to squeeze your breast while yours slid under the hem of his oversized shirt to feel up his waist. And it all felt so good, so messy, so intimate, so passionate. You never wanted him to stop. Unfortunately, you still had to breathe, forcing you to separate from his mouth. Though you took it as a chance to get rid of your top, Hyeongjun followed along and threw his shirt away too. Your hands immediately went down to his pants, helping him get out of his jeans and underwear, discarding the pieces of clothing on the floor. 

“- I need you so bad…

- Need you too pretty, you’re making me go crazy.”

You felt a shiver run down your spine as Hyeongjun pushed you to lay down on the couch, the way he was praising you was definitely doing things to you. However, you didn’t think this through too much, busy grinding against him, busy making out with him.

“- Please, Junnie…”

He never thought he would hear you beg like that for him one day, and Hyeongjun felt like the luckiest man alive when he lined up with your cunt and slowly buried himself inside of your cunt. His head immediately dropped to the crook of your neck, trying to hide his loud moan as he bottomed out. 

“- You feel so good, Y/N, so wet… S-Shit… Never felt this good…”

His words were muffled by the way he was pressed against the side of your throat, but they still made another wave of arousal crash over you, rolling your hips against his to entice him into moving, a whine falling out of your lips as you did so. 

“- Please, move…”

The loud moan you let out mingled with Hyeongjun's sounds when he experimentally drove his cock into you. And soon enough, he wasn’t able to control the rhythm of his thrusts anymore, one hand gripping your waist as the other was holding your leg up in the air, allowing him to move freely and to hit your sweet spot every time. Your voices were laced in a sinful symphony as Hyeongjun pressed his whole body into yours, a thin layer of sweat covering the both of you. 

“- I’m not gonna last, pretty… Are you close ?

- So close, baby, just need a little more…”

Hyeongjun switched the angle of his hips so that his pelvis faintly brushed against your clit with each one of his thrusts, your whimpers getting more high pitched as he did so. Your nails dug in his shoulders as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, feeling his hot breath against your neck and hearing his moans making you clench around him tighter. It was like your hips had a mind of their own, lifting up to meet Hyeongjun’s thrusts and bringing the both of you to your orgasms. You didn’t even register the fact that you scratched down his back, too lost in the feeling of his cum filling you up. But it only made Hyeongjun’s release even more intense. And the fucked out look on your face as he lifted his head from your neck was just a plus. You slowly got down off your high, still trying to catch your breath, as he pushed away some strands of your that stuck to your face.

“- You’re so beautiful.”

The sincerity pouring from his words made your heart flutter, and a grin took over your features as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders to keep him close to you a little longer. Later that night, when you were all cleaned up and snuggled in his shirt, comfortably laying in your bed, a thought suddenly came into your mind.

“- Were you really going to let me go like that ?”

Hyeongjun looked at you for a moment, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on the exposed skin of your arms. 

“- I don’t know. I just felt trapped, and hurt. But it doesn’t matter now. You’re right here with me, and that’s enough for me.

- I really love you Hyeongjun, I hope you know that.”

He smiled, that beautiful smile of his that inevitably brought a smile to your own lips. The sweet kiss he gave you before pulling you closer to him made your heart skip a beat again, and you didn’t know if you would get used to it one day - the way Hyeongjun was able to make you blush with only a few words. 

“- I love you too, you’re all I ever wanted.”

And that was perfect since he was all you ever wanted too.

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