EASY [reloaded] (18+!)

EASY [reloaded] — (18+!)

"This all reminds me of our time together back then, you know.”

“What time together?”

“Ah, you know. When we used to compete in each class, you were always trying to be better than me.” He pauses. “Unsuccessfully.”

🌋 SYNOPSIS: Minho and you have been enemies since you've been studying together, so it's not surprising that he's a little amused once he realises, you're one of his students in the first class he will be teaching. Until he realises there might be more than just rivalry that makes him think about you constantly...

📙 CONTENT INFO: minho x afab reader, enemies to lovers, enemy minho, professor minho, college student reader, smut with a lot of plot basically, they are the same age but he graduated earlier, minho is a little mean in this one but it’s his insecurities, a few random facts about rocks because reader is geology student, this is part of a series but can be read as a standalone

🧡 CONTENT WARNING: insecurities especially about intelligence and academic success, mention of mental health issues but nothing specified, jealousy, reader is wearing a skirt, smut warnings under the cut

🪨 WORD COUNT: 10.0K (I apologise)

🔥 SMUT: dom/sub dynamics, fingering, unprotected piv, sir kink, brat/brat tamer kink, praise, degrading, one kiss happens while they are drunk but nothing more, name calling (doll, baby, good girl)

You’ve never been the best at sticking to regular plans—instead always trying to achieve things your own way.

No matter if it’s dumping recipes and switching out ingredients when making a five star meal, copying choreographies of your favourite songs and adding little twists (quite literally) or following building instructions on all the items and furniture you’ve purchased from IKEA. Although, when it comes to the latter it hasn’t always been intended. Those guidelines are the worst.

The same has counted for studying since the beginning of your educational career path.

Geology has always been your thing. Your niche. The subject that keeps you going but sometimes—or rather often—mental health comes in the way and blocks this path, the rocks—pun intended—a real hindrance that make your feet hurt when stumbling over them once again but you will keep going anyway.

At your own pace, though.

The prettiest crystals didn’t form overnight. They needed many millions of years, great transformation at the right temperature and pressure and it seems as if you haven’t been able to cope with that high amount of pressure over the past years.

It’s no big deal. You’re privileged enough, luckily, that both your family and a part-time job are helping you financially and the college you are studying at doesn't demand expensive fees either.

However, with the possibility of adding another ‘I-will-just-do-this-class-next-semester’ and a few more of ‘oh-I-can-take-the-exam-the-following-summer’ you have become a little lightheaded and even lazier.

You aren’t actually lazy by any means. You just struggle with the way university and the curriculum is constipated. Educational freedom is important but deep down you’re craving someone to lead the way for you. Even though you would never ever admit that.

Nevertheless, you find yourself in front of your computer. The unattended matcha latte next to your bed gets watery from the ice cubes melting due to the warm temperature the heater provides in your dorm.

Your gaze is fixated on the bright screen in front of you, eyes glassy from the overstimulation of the neon lights. God. Whoever designed your college’s website needs to be fired. Immediately.

Once you have managed to find the course you are looking for which took you an embarrassingly long time—but again, that website is straight from hell—you search for the button that will make you join the class.

But you hold your breath for a second when your eyes roam over the professor’s name that sounds a little too familiar for your liking.

Lee Minho, M. Sc.

The Lee Minho, who started studying with you some years ago?

Nah. It can’t be. That’s impossible and too fast even for an overachiever like him. Besides that, it is a very common combination of names and could be anyone.

Anyway—it doesn’t matter. You have to take that class now. You can’t add yet another semester because there is a slight chance to almost zero that it could be your former college rival.

So, you press the dark blue button, type in a TAN-code that is required and hit send.

🌋

You wake up… utterly wasted.

Caused by an impulsive thought, triggered by your self-pity due to overthinking your whole life—a regular hobby of yours especially after evening hours—you emptied a bottle of white wine in one sitting after organising your time table.

Luckily, you got an email that your applications for all the classes were successful—opposite to your ability to wake up on time for once.

You grab the first sweater that crosses your vision and the baggy jeans that are laying on the chair a.k.a the ‘worn-but-not-dirty-enough-to-spend-half-your-income-at-the-laundromat’-chair. A half-empty bottle of calcareous tap water and an apple will work as your wannabe fancy breakfast until you decide to make an excursion to your favourite coffee shop nonetheless. You’re already too late anyway.

Only five minutes after the class has started, you enter the crowded room, occupying the last spot. To your demise, you soon realise that you may have forgotten about one tiny, maybe important detail. Your stupid study appliances. When you turn your head around in order to get a better view of the other students, you soon get aware that you don’t know even a single soul in here. It does make sense though, since they are all very much younger than you are.

You quickly create a faux notebook from a few crumpled pieces of paper and as you reach at the bottom of your backpack, you find a functioning pen in the process. Just when you’re about to move your head back up from under the table—almost letting your forehead collide with the thick wooden material—the door of the classroom opens, revealing the professor.

No.

This can’t be.

This is impossible.

It can’t actually be him.

As it seems, none of your drunk prayers last night have helped.

The brunette immediately spots you due to you sitting in the front row and you regret getting late to class now.

Fuck.

Hoping no one—and especially not the professor—notices, you bury your face in the palms of your hands and concentrate on pretending you're scribbling some words on your makeshift notebook. In the meantime, he grabs a pen from the little drawer of his desk and takes his time to write down broad, beautiful letters on the whiteboard.

Lee Minho, M. Sc.

It is in fact him.

The guy who started college with you many years ago. The guy you used to compete with in every class you were in. The guy who sucked even the last piece of sanity out of your body whenever he opened his mouth in order to annoy you just for the fun of it.

God, how you did not miss him.

You were actually convinced he started teaching at some other university after his graduation. At least that’s what Seungmin told you and Seungmin always knows everything considering he is the reincarnation of Gossip Girl. But it seems as if your best friend wasn’t aware of that tiny detail or Minho simply spontaneously changed jobs.

Probably just to annoy the shit out of you once again. Yes, this is as delusional as it gets. This is what years of rivalry do to you.

You’re awakened by your daydreams when Minho turns around again, finding your hidden face in an instant. He chuckles to himself, the infamous mischevious smirk decorating his pretty face.

And that’s the thing. While Minho is the most annoying, pretentious and overall exhausting human being—you cannot ignore the fact that you are attracted to him. Well. It’s hard not to be—whoever does not find him incredibly hot is lying.

“Ms Y/L/N.”

You swear you heard your name in the distance and once you feel dozens of pairs of eyes glued to your body, you get aware that it was the professor calling you out.

Very much unprofessional, isn’t it?

“What is the difference between a granite and a basalt?”

The staring contest between all those other students and the back of your head doesn’t stop anytime soon and you are captured in between your own anxious thoughts developing into full panic mode and Minho’s evil gaze on your face that is heating up rapidly.

“I don’t know, sorry,” you admit, still very much successfully avoiding his eyes.

However, you don’t miss how he raises an eyebrow and steps closer to the table you are sitting at. His hand brushes over the wooden surface, his view sticks to the doodling on your crinkly paper, as Minho suppresses a judgemental look. Not surprising you’re still not finished with your studies when you’re already losing focus during attendance.

“This knowledge is mandatory in my class.”

His voice is louder now, as he is speaking to the whole group of students. Minho tilts his head towards you one last time, before he catches the blue-inked sketch between two of his fingers and crumbles it inside his palm.

“Everyone got the email with the information to already read the first chapter of Basic Knowledge of Volcanology for Beginners. You’re here to learn something so it’s up to you to do your own research and participate if you want to get that degree. I am getting paid anyway.”

He adds a chuckle at the end of his sentence and you can feel the atmosphere in the cramped room thickening, the anxiety of all the other students very much present.

Professor Lee Minho is exactly like you have always imagined him. Just like he used to be back then—but he upgraded in strictness and annoyance by one thousand and thirteen degrees, the pressure he puts on his students is ridiculously intense.

Everything after that is a full blur. Probably—or more definitely—a coping mechanism of your brain helping you drift away in your thoughts. Luckily, the earlier provocation was enough for Minho’s taste as he leaves you alone for the rest of the ongoing class, rather getting back to his long ass boring monologue.

God. This dude really enjoys listening to himself, doesn’t he?

But your illusion of protection does not last that long, when Minho asks you to stay after class.

It is a mystery to you how he doesn’t seem to realise how suspicious he is behaving. Of course, it’s not a crime to know your student or have a somewhat past with them but, in your opinion, it makes him seem so unprofessional. Which, on another note, gives you a little boost of confidence caused by your deep rooted malicious joy when it comes to Lee Minho.

“Y/N,” he doesn’t use your surname for the first time today, creating a much more casual atmosphere. “Nice to see you again.”

“I wish I could say the same,” you counter.

Your pen and the remains of your notes crash down your tote bag, hitting the apple and water bottle in the process.

“Well, correct me if I’m wrong but isn’t this a class for first semester students?”

A dirty chuckle escapes his lips and you swear you can hear him click his tongue in the process.

“Yeah. What about it?”

He shakes his head. Pretentiously.

“Nah, nothing. But this means you’re more experienced than my other students. You should prepare better next time. This all reminds me of our time together back then, you know.”

“What time together?”

“Ah, you know. When we used to compete in each class, you were always trying to be better than me.” He pauses. “Unsuccessfully.”

“What do you want, Minho?”

“For you to not make a fool of yourself next week. Better be prepared, doll.”

With an emphasis on the pet name he grabs his stuff and leaves the classroom.

Fucking unprofessional.

But for some reason, he creates a sensation of excitement in your stomach, threatening to wander south if he doesn’t stop any time soon.

This semester will definitely not be easy.

🌋

As expected, the weeks pass by without a Monday of Minho not annoying the shit out of you. The primar anxiety subsided, especially once you start actually preparing for the classes. You’re not overworking yourself, basically just doing the bare minimum but it’s enough to not make a fool of yourself.

Professor Lee stays as unprofessional as ever—preferring to make you answer his question in class. Does he still not realise that this portrays the both of you in a… suspicious light?

Everyone seems to be aware. Except for the man himself.

During your obligatory lunch breaks with your best friend, Seungmin seems to catch up on the topic regularly. Why did you befriend him again?

“You must still have a crush on him or something.”

Again. Why did you befriend him?

Nowadays you regret telling Seungmin years ago that you used to have a slight crush on Minho. Your best friend told you to wake up from your enemies-to-lovers dream, reminding you of how bothersome and vexatious Minho really is.

“I don't,” you half-lie, “I’m just using this chance to get a good grade, okay?”

Seungmin stirs around in his food, the fried rice on his spoon falling into the bowl again.

“Sure, dude.”

You roll your eyes at his words, deciding to not bother with it anymore. This is so not true. You have developed a liking in volcanology because you’ve realised it’s actually interesting after digging deeper into the material of the course. It is definitely not because Minho has achieved exactly what he has been on about—getting a reaction out of you and, currently, making you his best student.

A win-win situation, isn’t it?

It could be, if your heart wasn’t pounding as much whenever he is walking through the entrance of the classroom, whenever you spot him on campus or whenever a notification gets sent to your phone, indicating you received an email from your professor. Although, it was sent to all the other thirty students too.

Ah, yes. We found the word we have been looking for!

Delusional. That’s what you have been these days. All because of stupid Lee Minho.

Seeing him at least once a week doesn’t make it any easier. But luckily, you’ve found a new friend in his class, a companion to suffer together. Even though he doesn’t know details about your background with Minho, Jisung shares the mutual feeling you have about the volcanology professor.

“Hey, Y/N, how are you?”

His smile enlightens the room, his cheeks are so squishable they boost your mood by one thousand and two hundred degrees in an instant. You’re glad the both of you are in this together.

“You forgot your homework again, Ji?” You ask him, reading through his hidden message covered in a kind gesture.

“What?! No! Never! Why would you– yeah, I did. Can you tell me what it was about?”

He makes you chuckle, your hand automatically traveling towards your face, covering the wrinkles around the corners of your mouth. Jisung adores the face you make whenever he achieves to let a laugh spill from your lips. Oh, your beautiful lips.

The younger boy would be lying if he said he hasn’t caught himself thinking about you as more than just a friend before. Sure, you’re only two years older but he just knows you would never think of him as more than just a funny classmate.

And besides that, even though most people in this room are convinced from quite the opposite, he doesn’t get the idea out of his head that there’s a weird, almost sexual tension between you and the professor. Maybe, that’s the reason he dislikes Mr Lee so much.

Jisung is torn out of his daydreaming—luckily you were so deeply absorbed by the scientific paper in front of you that you didn’t catch him ogling you from the side—when Minho enters the classroom. The atmosphere shifts faster than lightning speed, when he lets his heavy leather bag hit the desk in front of the whiteboard.

“So. I don’t have any time for any complaints or whatever’s on your mind, let’s just start with the lesson. We have lots to catch up on.”

He circles the wooden furniture with long steps, before he sinks down on the top of it, getting a better view of his students.

“Can someone summarise where we left off last week?”

Of course, everyone is exhaustingly avoiding eye contact with the professor now as if one’s life is depending on it. You do the same, even though you could have tattooed a ‘choose me’ on your forehead since Minho prefers to pick you anyway. Just to make fun of you, as always. Although it’s been some weeks, that dude seems to become more immature with each lesson he is teaching.

“Ms Y/L/N, could you please tell the class what we talked about last Monday.”

Panic. Your palms are getting sweaty, knees turning weak like jello in an instant when the sound of your name travels into your ears.

You don’t even get why you’re immediately turning into an anxious mess. That’s the effect he has on you. Thank you, Lee Minho.

But you take a deep breath nonetheless and try to let out a few words.

“Yes, uhm– last week we–“

When shifting your gaze up, you notice how Minho starts rolling his eyes, visibly annoyed by the way you’re speaking and not even managing to form one simple sentence.

“Talk a bit more unenthusiastically and I might wake up.”

What an asshole. Anxiety turns into extreme anger then. You’ve had enough of this. How dare he make you look like an absolute idiot in front of all these students?

Of course, you can already hear chuckling sounds erupting from behind you, cracking a little more of your almost non-existing self esteem.

It’s at this moment that you sense a shuffling beside you, dragging you out of your stage close to zoning out, snapping you back to reality. It’s Jisung, turning a little closer to you, his mouth right at your ear now.

“You can do this. You’re the smartest one in here.”

Desperately holding back a small giggle, you allow his kind words to give you a little confidence. As much as you need. In addition, he lays his hand on yours, squeezing it tight to reassure you a little more. Your posture is upright now and you’re ready to stand your ground.

You’ve got this, Y/N.

“That makes two of us, Mr Lee,” you begin then, still avoiding eye contact but your gaze wanders around in the room as if you are searching for the fucks to give.

“Where was I? Ah, right! The classification of pyroclastic rocks. We differentiate between blocks, lapilli and ash, considering the rock’s size. There are diverse types of deposition as well, for instance, we analysed pictures of two different ignimbrites, a solidified one, showing chemical zones, and a welded one, consisting of a coherent matrix made of ash. But the main topic of the previous lesson was learning what fallouts are.”

You can see Minho’s face scrunching, desperately trying to not snap because of your attitude but that’s what he gets for showing you up in front of everyone.

But he can withstand it.

Both the way you’re gaining confidence over the conversation and the fact you’re incredibly hot doing it–

Fuck. He really needs to focus now. Minho feels so unprofessional. And pathetic, letting his student win this passive aggressive argument.

It doesn’t help that he witnessed you holding hands with your classmate and if it was up to him, he would pull Jisung’s body away from yours and make him fail his class and all the following simply for touching you.

But he has to be professional.

“Could you elaborate on this as well?”

You nod, now fully back in the rhythm of defeating your arch enemy when it comes to academia. The adrenaline boost this gives you is beyond insane.

“Of course”, you go on, “fallouts are nothing more than the process of pyroclastic fractions falling out gravitationally, caused in case of the shrinking of the dynamic uplifting. Sometimes it’s possible that parts of the eruptive column of the volcano collapse, but we haven’t talked about that yet.”

Now you’re even adding the knowledge that he was supposed to teach to his class today. What goes around that comes around.

Y/N: 1; Minho: 0

But—even though he seems to forget it with every breath he takes—he can’t go all in with this little feud. There are thirty other people in here that aren’t paying college fees to see a professor fight some older student, when in reality he could take the anger out on you in a different way. A way that would be so easy if you would just let him.

Fuck, what Minho would do to bend you over his table whenever you talk back at him. Lift your short skirt up, spank your pretty ass whenever you disobey his rules. Stretch your tight little pussy with his fingers first, until you’re ready for his cock. Just to make you cum all over him again and again.

But that has to wait for now.

He has to stay professional, after all.

“Well done,” he says, “thanks for the transition to today’s topic.”

Just now you come to the realisation that your palms aren’t only uncomfortably sweaty, but one of them is still very much pressed against Jisung’s. When your friend sees you overthinking it, after you pull apart, he reassures you once again.

“Don’t worry, angel. I haven’t even noticed. But I’m very much fascinated by what a brainiac you are.”

You sink your head down, covering your shyness behind your hands, as you feel your face heat up. Still, you thank him and when Jisung looks at you like a little puppy taking care of his favourite human, you get all shy again.

Even though it’s hard for him—even harder than a certain body part whenever he thinks of you on a lonely night—Minho refrains from asking you more questions for the rest of the lesson. His ego is severely hurt, although he would never admit that.

It’s nothing new but with the heated conversation still lingering in the back of your head, you enter a spiral of overanalysing the looks the others gave you when you talked with the professor. From time to time, it even feels as if they are still staring, but somehow you manage to focus on your assigned task again.

For lunch, Jisung and you decide to take a quick break at the closest cafeteria on campus. Other kinds of science majors are usually busy around these early afternoon hours, so the both of you are lucky to quickly find a spacious table right at the window.

The weather is beautiful today, probably the highest temperature you have had this year so far and you're once again surprised, how a little glimpse of the sun shining through the clouds hypes up your mood by endless levels.

However, Jisung seems occupied in his head. As if there’s something bothering him, something crossing his mind that he doesn’t know how to explain to you. To encourage him, you ask him if there’s something wrong.

“N-No– it’s nothing. At least– definitely none of my business anyway, sorry.”

The duality this part-time brat carries is unbelievable. Jisung plays with you, pretending to not be interested—in whatever he wants to propose a question about—but you can see it in the look on his face, filled by the same amount of curiosity a child has when they accidentally find their birthday presents hiding in a big bag in the parent’s bedroom.

“Come on, ask me what you want.”

Jisung moves in his seat, now all of a sudden being showered with insecurity again. Almost as if he is thinking about something that shouldn’t be on his mind.

“Please don’t be mad at me.”

“I could never,” you reassure him and that’s all your friend needs.

“I think I’m not the only one who has noticed the weird dynamic between the professor and you. Well– it makes me wonder if the two of you know each other–“

You sigh, unintentionally, and Jisung is fast to start apologising again but you stop him, as you lay your hand on his this time. The dark haired boy prays to God, that you don’t see the way he blushes, a pinkish curtain covering his squishy cheeks.

“I’ve already assumed that people talk. But it’s really nothing. We started university together some years ago and we used to attend the same classes and… kinda competed with each other all the time. He views it as a great success that he is my teacher now out of a sudden, you know, since we’re the same age and it probably gives him an enormous ego boost.”

Jisung attentively nods, as he tries to focus on your words instead of the way your skin is touching his, still.

“And to be honest,” you continue, “I am kinda intrigued by him. He’s often making me feel insecure about my skills and yeah– secretly I know that he’s the smarter one. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be teaching in the position he is in now.”

Jisung’s facial expression softens, before it gets filled with a little empathy, almost pity, until it turns into disappointment.

He squeezes your hand, to which you react, only now realising the both of you are still connected. But it’s comfortable. It always is with Jisung.

“Listen, Y/N,” his voice is a lot more serious now, “just because he finished university before you, doesn’t mean he’s smarter. There’s a difference between achieving a goal fast and being actually good at something.”

These are the words you needed. Sometimes your brain tricks you into thinking you’re not good enough, not strong enough, not talented enough. But that’s what good friends are for—picking you up again and bringing you back to reality.

Jisung senses that you’re feeling a little better now, although there is still something on your mind.

“Do you think… people could take the dynamic the wrong way?”

The boy in front of you shrugs his shoulders.

“I don’t know. I can only speak for myself. All I have noticed is that he puts a lot more pressure on you and I was afraid that he, maybe, might disadvantage you or something. That’s why I asked.”

That’s not the only reason he wanted to talk to you about this, but it’s neither the right place nor the right time to speak about what’s on his mind still.

🌋

You’re nine weeks into the semester and pretty much done with it, but your courses aren’t yet. seventeen more days until your final volcanology exam and then you will be a somewhat free student again.

To celebrate summer being right around the corner, you’re dragging Seungmin to the campus party tonight, glad that he could be convinced—after a thirty minute talk and after you promised to pay for all the drinks tonight since he then pretty quickly agreed to attend this booze-up.

Obviously, the campus is more crowded than usual since most college students value alcohol a lot higher than good grades and you spot a lot of familiar faces from the geology department and other science majors. You don’t know anyone personally, except for your best friend right by your side, so that’s why the two of you stick together like glue.

While Seungmin is busy buying drinks at a random temporary setup bar made out of tables from one of the classrooms—the beer being paid with your money of course—you look around a bit, until a girl crosses your vision.

She’s already approaching you and at a closer look you realise that she’s part of your volcanology class, too.

“Hey, Y/N, how are you?”

You can smell that Ryujin has probably had a few drinks already, but you don’t mind. She’s mostly been kind to you, although you haven’t interacted that much except for when you were assigned to do group projects together in class.

She pulls you into a quick hug but you allow her to and blame it on the alcohol.

“Are you here alone or waiting for a special someone?”

Ryujin is probably referring to the odd way you’re standing here, although her words are a little too straightforward for your liking. Fiddling with the pretty nephrite gemstone that is attached to your bracelet, you give her a confused look before you manage to reply.

“No, I’m waiting for my friend. He’s getting drinks for us.”

Ryujin, taking a sip from her own beer-lemonade mix, shoots a suggestive look in your direction.

“Oh, a male friend? Better be careful, I’ve spotted Mr Lee somewhere around here as well. Don’t tell him, he might get jealous.”

You can instantly feel your face heating up and you pray that she doesn’t notice the embarrassed look you are carrying now.

But, unfortunately, she does. And the fact you’re not capable of talking anything back, thickens the tension this conversation already has. She gets a little closer to you then, aligning her mouth right at your ear, as if she is afraid that someone is even remotely close to being able to understand a single syllable in this loud area.

“Am I wrong with my assumptions? I’m not the only one in class thinking the two of you are hooking up,” she whispers.

“Is he mean to you in bed, too? Is this what the both of you get off to? I’ve heard he’s pretty big, is that correct?”

God, why can’t she mind her own business? You really thought that Ryujin was nice but then again, you don’t know her that well and she’s pretty tipsy, maybe even drunk.

But once she realises that she won’t get an answer from you, she pulls you into a hug again—as you stand there paralysed—before saying goodbye to you.

“Anyway, it was nice to see you, Y/N. Let’s talk again some time.”

🌋

Three beers later and a few hours into the night, Seungmin and you decide to take part in a campus beer pong battle. After all you’re an experienced team when it comes to this game, having developed the best strategies over the last years in college and before.

So, it’s not a surprise you are convinced you can keep up with anyone and so far your high success rate proves exactly this. After defeating everyone in your group, you’ve made it to the finale, now destined to play against the other winners.

“The usual strategy?” Your best friend asks then, casually pinching the white ball between his thumb and index finger.

You nod at him, as you take the last sip out of your plastic cup—you’ve switched from beer to beer mixed with lemonade an hour ago, driven by excitement to win this game. Sure, getting shitfaced is the point of both beer pong and a campus party, but Seungmin and you are too destined to win.

“Oh, nice to see you here.”

The voice is familiar. A little too familiar for your liking.

And once your head snaps up, you’re greeted with a tipsy Minho, standing at the other side of the table. Next to him, is a guy quite the same height but a little more buff then your professor. His blonde curls hide his forehead mostly and he looks just as ambitious as all the other contestants.

Minho walks around the table now, standing right in front of Seungmin.

“I think I haven’t introduced myself yet. I’m Minho. Y/N and I used to study together.”

Seungmin pretends that the name isn’t familiar to him. After all, your best friend is the only one that knows you have a little crush on the professor that gets on your last nerve. But Seungmin is a good friend and plays it cool, as he tells the other man his own name.

After both teams fill the cups with enough liquid, the game starts and Minho really wants to be attentive and give his best. He really does.

But, unfortunately, all he can focus on is the interaction between your best friend and you. It’s very innocent—it always is. Seungmin and you have been best friends your whole life, practically like siblings, there is not a single thing for you that puts him in a romantic or sexual light and he shares the same opinion about you.

Of course, Minho doesn’t know about that part. For him, Seungmin is just some guy that you are playing beer pong with, that you hug whenever you score a trick-shot and that you’re pretty close to in general.

And when your best friend finally hits the ball into the last remaining cup on the side of the opponent team, carrying home the victory for you, Minho almost loses his temper. The way Seungmin is embracing you, pulling you closer to him and even adding a little tipsy kiss to your cheek is enough to make him go completely furious.

Faster than you’re able to realise, Minho stands right beside you, laying his hand on your shoulder to spin you around towards him.

That’s when you look into his eyes as deeply as you have never done before. The dark brown colour is hypnotising, putting you under a spell. He’s definitely as tipsy as you—if not even more.

At least that would explain his next sentence.

“Congratulations, great game. Can we talk for a moment?”

To say you’re surprised would be an understatement. But there’s not even half a second to think, when he’s already reaching for your hand, searching for any second guesses hinting that you don’t want to be alone with him.

Of course, he didn’t ask you that. But you’re both drunk and given the history you share, he wouldn’t expect you to voluntarily speak to him alone for more than a minute.

You shoot your best friend a quick glance, this way telling him that you're safe, before you toddle behind Minho. His fingers circle around your wrist, as he drags you through the large crowd, in his current state not caring at all if there’s someone recognising the both of you.

Abruptly, once you’re a little further away from where the party is going on, he stops at a corner. In front of the biochemistry building now, he guides you towards the exterior wall of the house, spinning you around with just a little strength needed.

Your back crashes into the wall, but it doesn’t hurt or you simply don’t notice, judging your high level of intoxication.

And all of a sudden he’s so dangerously close to you, his breath tingling your neck, lips hovering over the skin with only a millimetre of air separating your bodies. Minho places one of his forearms right beside you, cageing you between the cold bricks behind and his athletic body in front of you.

No way to escape.

But you’re not interested in that anyway.

Minho’s other hand brushes your jaw all so softly, before his index finger lands under your chin, slightly pulling your head up in the process. Now on eye level with him, his gaze meets your own and you’re lost in this deep colour again. Prettier than the prettiest gemstones you’ve ever seen.

And then Minho speaks or rather whispers, heating up your face from outside and inside.

“I can’t even put into words how much you annoy me, it’s insane.”

You chuckle, knowing exactly what hides behind these words and your assumptions turn out to be true, once his lips collide with your neck. He sucks on the skin, rough kisses hypnotising you all over again and when they graze over the spot right under your ear, you can’t help but let out a moan.

“I would have never thought teaching a class is that exhausting, but your constant competition is really making it hard… not just the class, baby.”

A smirk is decorating your face now and by the way his lips lay against your skin, you’re sure he has got the same mimics as you. One of his hands wanders down now, squeezing your ass through the thick fabric of your jeans and you can hear him chuckle into your ear.

Embarrassingly enough, another moan slips out of your mouth but Minho soon drowns out the noise, when his lips crash into yours. It’s as if all the piled up tension is forgotten, all the teasing comments vanishing away, all the rivalry leaving the both of you, when you focus on the way he is kissing you—passionately, without a single sign of regret.

“You know what’s the worst part about this, baby? It’s hard to admit but your intelligence is intimidating to me– you’re definitely smarter than me and–“

And that’s when regret does hit him.

He suddenly stops, his whole body freezing, paralysed.

Until the words that he formed himself register in his head.

You can’t stop yourself. You didn’t sit through nine weeks of constant stress to let this triumph slip.

“What did you say, Minho? Did I hear that correctly?”

The smirk decorates your face so evilly and in the back of his mind Minho thinks you’re so hot for talking back at him once again, for standing up for yourself. He’s adored you before—all secretly of course—but since he’s been challenging you and observing you growing more and more confident, you’ve been occupying his thoughts like a constant guest.

Unfortunately, he is not there yet—at the point to actually be completely honest with himself and, even more importantly, with you.

“I didn’t say anything,” he lies through his teeth then and as if this isn’t enough, more words spill from his lips.

“Except for you being annoying and pissing me off.”

You roll your eyes back, completely frustrated. You should have known. Minho finally breaks out of his thick shell and then he gets scared and the insecurities take over him. Although, the warm side he carries in him is the one you even prefer a little more.

“Don’t play dumb, repeat what you’ve just said.”

He turns to the side then, as his palm wanders upwards to cover his mouth. His eyes shut close, as he takes a deep breath and contemplates how to continue.

“I don’t know what you mean,” and that’s when his drunk self and the old Minho take over, “maybe you’re just imagining stuff, like the stupid little girl you are.”

You scoff, blatantly, before you shove him aside, shoulders bumping into each other. Your vision is blurry—both from the alcohol and the tears pricking at your lower lash line—but you somehow manage it through the crowd in order to search for Seungmin.

In the distance you can hear Minho calling your name, saying that he is sorry or some shit, but you don’t listen.

Luckily, you find your best friend quicker than expected and when he notices the tears running down your cheeks, he instantly pulls you into a hug.

“Did he do something that you didn’t want? Did he hurt you, Y/N?”

You shake your head, as you watch the salty droplets from your eyes staining Seungmin’s shirt, before you pull away to look at him.

“Physically? No. Verbally? Maybe.”

There’s something else than just empathy on Seungmin’s face now. Anger, almost.

“What an idiot– where is he–“

“Minnie, no. He didn’t mean it. He’s just immature and insecure and doesn’t know how to deal with his emotions.”

He takes a deep breath, brushing away the tears that are glistening on your skin.

“He still hurt you.”

You sigh, giving him a small smile.

“It’s okay, really. Can we just go home?”

“Of course.”

🌋

The last three and a half weeks have been a blur. A fever dream, almost. The days have been filled with studying and staying at the library with Jisung and Seungmin—who have become very good friends—to cramp as much knowledge as possible into your steaming head.

You’ve also spent a pathetic amount of time not thinking of Minho and the last two lessons were more than a little awkward. Although, you have noticed him observing you all the time, as if he’s trying to say something, apologise for insulting you. He even messages you one day, asking if the both of you can talk again, but you’re way too busy with studying and ignoring him anyway, so you haven’t realised that you received the text at all.

Luckily, throughout this whole time you can count on the midnight cup ramyeon, cola zero and your friends just being there for you. And in the blink of an eye, the three of you are crawling from one club to another, celebrating your freedom after doing your best on the exam.

The constant partying since then is the reason you slept so long today, Saturday afternoon sunlight hitting your face and you’re surprised the hangover isn’t as terrible as expected.

You take a long shower, make yourself some leftover food and a tea, before you switch back to the current drama you are watching.

Until you get a notification from your student mail account.

It’s an automatic message, telling you the grade of your volcanology exam can be found on the university’s website.

That was quicker than you thought, considering the fact it was a test including lots of questions which you had to answer with whole sentences.

After fighting with the stupidity of your school’s website again, you find yourself scrolling down to your achievements, finding an additional grade for this semester.

97%

If there is a textbook definition of ‘relieved’ it would definitely be the emotion you are experiencing in your whole body right now.

The hard work paid off and you’re fast to grab your phone, messaging Seungmin and Jisung, also asking the latter if he’s got a grade yet as well.

Just when you’re about to hit ‘send’, the notification sound from your computer echoes through your room and your head snaps up towards the screen.

You open the mail and read it.

Dear Students,

I’m happy to tell you most of the students in my class passed the exam, even though the results are improvable with some exceptions. As you know, it’s not possible to give back the test papers to you, since we have to archive them. If you have questions regarding your grades or the exam in general, you can come to my office on Monday, at the same time as our class, and we can talk about it in person. Please be patient in case many people show up.

Greetings,

Mr. Lee

No.

Never.

You can’t do this.

The idea is too ridiculous. You can’t show up when you’re probably the one who scored the highest points. Also, there’s only three percent missing—it’s probably just some tiny form error.

No…

You can’t just go there as an excuse to see Minho and finally talk to him about what happened and, basically, everything.

🌋

On Monday you find yourself in front of Minho’s office.

It is such a stupid idea that it’s unbelievable how you could be the one to score the highest in this class.

And you are indeed the only one who was that successful, judging the faces of the other students—a mixture of sadness because of their own grade and envy when they see you entering the hallway.

You’ve made sure to come here pretty late, wanting to be the last one in line. All these other students probably have much more important stuff to discuss—especially those who failed—so you don’t want to delay any of their schedules.

Once it’s your time to step inside the office, you hesitate first but after knocking three times and hearing a confident ‘come in’ erupting from the other side of the door, you decide to stick to your initial plan.

“Hi, I have a few questions regarding my grade.”

When Minho spots you his expression carries many facets that aren’t quite definable.

He looks annoyed, as always when he spots you. He looks furious, as if you shouldn’t be here. But he also looks both a little sad and hopeful, almost regretful, as if he has been waiting for this moment a little too long.

“Sure, take a seat.”

And so you do, sinking down on the chair at the opposite side of his table, sitting right in front of him now.

That’s when you look into his eyes again. They look the same as that night. But they also look different. Tired. Avoiding.

“What are your questions exactly?”

You shift in your seat, trying to get into a more comfortable position. In the meantime, Minho searches for your exam paper in the stack of all the others and places the test between the both of you, once he finds it.

Taking a little moment, you flick through the individual pages, pretending to be searching for something.

“I was wondering what the missing three percent were. I remember, there weren’t that many points to score and I am confused how such a small amount can be subtracted then.”

Minho nods, as he grabs the exam from you and skims through it, pretending to be searching for something as well. Until he stops.

“It’s mostly errors in your form. Your writing style isn’t really academic, at some parts it sounds as if a high school student wrote it.”

He’s doing it on purpose. Definitely. He knows exactly where he gets you with this—annoying you, teasing you, crawling under your skin with his words.

And you fall for it, every time.

“I see.”

“Do you have any further questions?”

His gaze stays focused on the test paper, before he lifts his head up and looks into your eyes.

“Yeah… but… not a-about the exam.”

You honestly don’t get why you’re so anxious now and you fear that the situation between the both of you, how you left off, has sparked more inside you than you would like.

“Technically,” Minho begins then and you can sense that he is rethinking every word that he is about to say.

“This is an appointment for exam evaluation only. But you’re the last student, so go on.”

You take a deep breath, scoffing to yourself about the ridiculousness of the situation, before you continue.

“How can I be both intimidating to you but also a stupid little girl at the same time?”

Minho’s face slowly meets the palms of his hands. He’s simultaneously relieved that you’re finally talking to him but also so furious that all this is brought up again.

“I– I’m not.”

He’s still hiding behind that thick layer. You can tell by the way he is avoiding your glares and fiddling with his silver rings.

Fuck. You’ve never paid attention to his hands that much, but his fingers look… pretty.

Almost as if they could make you feel very good, stretch you quite nicely and maybe even make you cum if Minho puts as much effort in as he does when challenging you.

God, this is not the time and place to be thinking about this now.

But then you see his eyes trailing down your curves, stopping right at the view of your thighs, just to snap up again and focus on your neck. He’s still got the taste of your lips on his, which is not surprising because for the last three and a half weeks Minho came almost every night to the thought of your pretty whimpers.

And when he catches you staring at his arms—his veins almost popping out—he knows you’re on the same page.

You both are pretty intelligent. Except when it comes to verbal communication—but luckily, there are other ways to argue.

That’s why you stand up and walk around the table until you’re behind Minho. Your hands land on his shoulders first, before they painfully slowly wander down his chest and through the material of his white button up shirt you can feel how firm he is.

“Mr Lee,” you begin then, knowing he won’t be able to withstand you if you address him like this and your intuitions turn out to be true.

“I’ve scored the highest in this class, always did my coursework on time and was your best student. I deserve at least a little explanation, don’t you think?”

That’s when you attach your lips to his neck and they feel so soft against his skin, Minho is already under your spell.

He can’t resist. And he doesn’t even want to. He can trust you enough to trust himself with his feelings. The curtain of insecurity, covered in meanness, has to fall now.

“Listen, I think my message got lost in your mails but…”

You stop with your movements for a second.

“I have never been intimidated by you but I’ve been intimidated by the possibility of getting suspended. This and all the insecurities and fears of rejection is the reason I behaved like a total asshole that night and I’m sorry for it.”

He gets up from his seat now and spins you around, as he takes the spot you were standing on a second ago.

And then, everything happens in the blink of an eye.

Minho grabs your jaw, pulling you closer to him, before his lips smash into yours in the most passionate and heated kiss you have ever experienced. It feels even better than that night a few weeks ago and this time you even invite his tongue in.

He’s impatient—after all he has wanted to devour your body for so long and especially whenever you talked back at him in class, he was dangerously close to snapping and just taking you in front of everyone else.

Especially Jisung.

God, Minho is still not over the fact your little friend was holding hands with you on a regular basis. He was even flirting with you but you didn’t notice.

But now he’s finally got you all to himself and he will make sure that you’ll never forget.

His hands make their way to your blouse, hastily opening every single button. Just like the other night, his lips are hovering over your neck again, sucking and biting the skin without mercy and you can’t help yourself but whimper.

“I wanted to apologise sooner,” he whispers, “but, you know, even if I manage to make sincere compliments, you let this get to your smart little head and ask me to repeat myself. It’s as if you can’t function without my attention, doll.”

You moan again, almost letting the syllables of his name escape your lips but you stop yourself.

“That’s not true,” you bluff. “I don’t care about that at all.”

Minho rips your bra in half, watching your tits bouncing, before he takes one of the buds inside his mouth, as one of his hands comes to help and massages the other.

“Min– Fuck–“

“Yeah, baby. Keep telling that to yourself. Do you know how pathetic you look right now? And all just for me?”

Your head falls back, as you simply can’t take it no more. Especially, when he moans against your skin, as if he’s enjoying this a little too much.

All while you try to ignore the way your panties are sticking to your pussy, the material all drenched and you convince yourself that’s only because of his captivating touches and not the words he uses.

But, you soon realise, Minho being mean isn’t just annoying—in combination with touching your body the way he does, it makes you crave more.

And you know exactly how you can get what you’re really longing for. By playing his game.

“You know, that makes two of us. You’re constantly trying to get my attention, too. It’s the same now, you’re all over me.”

He scoffs, as he abruptly lets go of your body, before his head wanders up and he’s on eye level with you again. Minho’s hand finds your face then, his fingers squishing your cheeks together roughly.

“Maybe I should just fuck the brat out of you, until you come to your senses, baby.”

Oh, God. Your underwear is practically sticking to you by now and you feel as if you have never been so wet before, just by some touches and a few little mean words from your enemy.

“Hm, I doubt that you could make me feel as good as you say.”

He chuckles. Minho lets his hand travel down your waist, glide over your hips, before it lands on your thighs. A moment later, he lifts you up and places you on top of his desk, standing between your legs now.

“You’re the one challenging me now?”

“Maybe…”

You’re not quite convinced and neither is he.

“You’re gonna regret this, doll.”

And you do, once his hand slips under your skirt and Minho wonders if you chose that outfit on purpose, knowing you have the same cliché desires that have been running on his mind since he became your professor.

You squirm in pleasure, when his fingertips collide with your underwear—as he finds the laces completely soaked, just for him.

“Pathetic little thing is all drenched just from a few touches, huh?”

He painfully slowly pushes the clothing aside, before two of his fingers start circling around your clit, finding your sensitive bud in an instant.

“Stop teasing, Minho, and just keep going already.”

He stops.

He brings his hand upwards again, as he aligns his fingers with your lips and you obediently part them for him, inviting him in just to taste yourself on his skin.

“I told you not to challenge me doll, do you get that?”

You want to talk back again, you really do.

But there are two problems.

One, he is shoving his fingers down your throat. Those pretty fingers that you weren’t able to take your eyes off just some minutes ago. And, well, this makes speaking a little hard.

Second, it seems as if you don’t want to anymore. You want to get to know the Minho that reacts to you finally listening to his words, obeying his rules and allowing him to take care of your body.

So, you nod.

He slides his fingers out of your mouth, the two digits covered into your saliva now, before he brings them right back between your legs.

But it’s not enough for him yet.

“Words, baby.”

He’s dangerously near to your aching hole now, circling around your entrance, ready to dip his fingers inside, both at once.

“Yes, I– I get that.”

You don’t want to stutter. But you can’t help it, when he’s teasing you like that.

“Are you gonna behave now and be a good girl?”

He pushes them inside and you immediately clench around them, your cunt sucking them in as if your body has been craving this exact touch for months. Not a complete lie, though.

“Y-Yes–“ you cry out, closing your eyes.

“Yes, what?”

And you know exactly what he needs to hear. One little word in addition.

“Yes, sir.”

He starts thrusting his fingers into you, stretching your walls so deliciously and when he grazes over that certain spot, curling his fingers inside you, you’re embarrassingly close after such a short amount of time.

“You like that, hm?”

You hastily nod, allowing a moan to spill from your lips.

“Sir–“ you whimper and Minho fears that he might cum in his pants when he hears you use that specific word on your own.

“N-Need more–“

His motions gain a slight bit of speed, as he curls his fingers inside you again.

“What do you need, doll?”

You cry out in pleasure, feeling the rope inside your lower stomach tighten to a knot, practically at the verge of snapping.

“Y-Your cock– inside me–“

He gives you the most mischievous smirk then, but you don’t notice, since your eyes are still closed in order to deal with the overwhelming sensation.

“Be a good girl and cum for me and I might consider it.”

And so you do. Your juices spill all over him, as your legs shake rapidly, your orgasm washing through your whole body. Minho makes sure to cover your mouth at the last second, when he realises how loud you’ve become.

“Good girl, such a good girl,” he praises you, while he helps you ride out your high before he pulls his fingers out of you and guides them towards your mouth again.

You grab his wrist with both your hands, guiding his digits into your mouths, as you suck them clean.

“You’re so smart, baby, such a quick learner. Just how I’ve expected it from you.”

You look at him with awaiting eyes then and it seems as if Minho is able to read your mind. He spins you around a second later and your ass crashes into his covered crotch, poking into your soft flesh.

He lifts your skirt up and you obediently slide your panties down completely now, as the fabric lands on the floor. In the meantime, he is fumbling with his belt, before he slides his pants and underwear down.

Minho gives his length a few strokes, while you spread your legs for him, your upper body meeting the wooden surface in front of you.

“You ready, doll?”

“Yes, sir.”

Minho is afraid that he will seriously cum within a few seconds, when he only pushes the tip inside, already feeling your cunt hugging him so tightly.

“Fuck– you’re big,” you cry out.

“Want me to stop?”

You hastily shake your head, “No, no. I’ll get used to it, don’t worry.”

That’s all he needs to slowly go further and once he is completely inside, he pulls out again, just to repeat his first step until he is bottoming you out fully.

Minho starts with a steady pace then, pounding his cock into you just how you’ve imagined all these lonely nights for the past twelve weeks. But the reality is a thousand times better, so much more satisfying than just the idea of it.

And he senses you enjoying it. After all, you’re clenching around him non-stop, all whilst begging for more and holding onto the table for dear life.

Whenever you get a little too loud, Minho makes sure to spank your pretty ass, just how he’s always wanted to. You’re sure, the skin will feel bruised tomorrow, but you don’t care at all.

You simply can’t. He’s taking over your mind completely, put you under a spell solely by fucking so deliciously into your aching hole, brushing over that spot from time to time, just how you adore it.

That’s the reason why, by now, only mindless babbling escapes your mouth, which Minho identifies as praise for him and little pleas that he should go even harder.

“I can’t believe a smart girl like you is turning dumb from my cock so easily,” he mocks you and you can’t help yourself but agree.

“You’re– so good at this,” you say, drooling all over the surface underneath you, “should have done this sooner.”

Minho picks up his pace then, now thrusting into you at a merciless speed and when you think your body is already overwhelmed enough, he brings two of his fingers between your legs again and starts massaging your clit.

That’s all you need to tip over the edge for a second time and for once again, Minho covers your mouth with his palm, when you get a little too loud.

“Good girl, just like that,” he whimpers and you can sense his movements getting sloppier, too. After all, you’re clenching around him without an end and your pretty little moans don’t help him stretch that moment further.

So, Minho pulls out at the last moment, gives his cock a few more strokes before his seeds spill all over your ass, painting your skin so beautifully. Your name slips out of his mouth like a mantra, repeated over and over again and for a moment you consider covering his lips as well.

He admires the view one last time, before he searches around in his office and finds some paper tissues to clean the both of you with. After he’s tugged his softening cock into his boxers again and put on his pants, he helps you into your own clothing, touching you all carefully, as if he is afraid to hurt you.

“Do you need anything? Are you alright, doll?”

You nod and give him a satisfied smile.

“So…” he starts then, thoughts trailing off as if he’s afraid of  the same one thing again—rejection.

“I was thinking… I could take you out on a date, if you like.”

He’s so adorable. So versatile. It makes you want to get to know him better. More of Minho. The real Minho.

“I’d like that, Mr Lee.”

Caused by shyness washing all over him, Minho covers his face with his hands, but you pull them away.

“Don’t get shy now. I just think it’s hilarious you’ve got a sir kink.”

He gains some confidence then, getting a little closer to you.

“Don’t test me with your teasing, brat.”

AUTHOR'S NOTE: for my almost 1 year anniversary on here I wanted to rewrite my first ever story! oh lord, that was a cringe experience but at least I improved my skills lol the original one also had 6K instead of 10K words and I don't know what I should think about that. thank you for reading. If you enjoyed this story, please consider reblogging it and sharing your thoughts with me—there are no limits, from keyboard smashes to long essays, every kind comment is dearly appreciated and the number one motivation for authors to keep going.

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tunnel vision | kim taehyung

summary | you’ve just gotten yourself a job working with the campus crush, kim taehyung. he’s quiet and brooding but everyone is obsessed with him including your best friend. what do you when she asks for your help in dating him when he’s catching feelings for you instead? he’s supposed to notice her but he’s got tunnel vision when it comes to you.

warnings | 13k words. college au. barista au. fem!reader, tsundere taehyung if u squint. looks like could kill u but is actually a cinnamon roll taehyung. unrequited love. reader has insecurities. Taehyung is forward and expressive. mentions of toxic friend dynamics. f2l kinda. smut. fluff. protective sex. 69, oral [f and m]. riding. missionary. rough but loving schmut. tae’s got good intentions. soft dirty talk, a lot of foreplay, nipple play, cunnilingus, messy but passionate. reader gives toe curling head. Tae got a big one but that’s just a fact.

song inspo: bff by jesse… ‘she’s your best friend but I can’t help my intentions on you, baby.’ — minus cheating undertones in the song lol

There is something bittersweet about wanting something you probably shouldn’t. Something about the fact it was forbidden or at least felt that way. Maybe you were exaggerating, maybe you weren’t, but finding the guy in front of you attractive doesn’t feel alright.

Not that he isn’t absolutely breathtakingly gorgeous to the point that it should be illegal… no, never that. It’s just, well, now you understand why pretty much everyone around campus is whipped for this guy. It was a small campus but wow did he manage to have everyone wrapped around his finger. The best, or worst, part is that he doesn’t even know it. He could also be acting like he doesn’t realize his affects on people but that only makes him that much more attractive. You’ve never been into the mysterious type—you were too impatient to let them open up. This guy is an entire breed of mystery and coolness yet he had a warm look in his eyes. He didn’t even have any social media and that just made him more aloof and attractive.

Now you understand why one of your friend’s freaked out on you after finding out you’d be working with him. In her own words: “Oh you lucky bitch! You’re gonna work at the same store as Kim Taehyung?”

You were in fact lucky to be in the presence of someone so attractive but that’s the part that felt forbidden. He was almost too attractive. If he’s even the slightest nice to you you’ll crush on him like it’s nobody’s business and that’s a big no no. Why is it a humongous no no? Because your best friend, So Hyun, has the world’s biggest crush on him. Borderline obsessive but honestly that was anyone who has ever seen him in person. You couldn’t possibly tell her he really was attractive because she’d have your head on a stick.

You learned your lesson after stanning the same member in some kpop group, she does not share. If she finds Taehyung even remotely attractive she’s got a crush and boy oh boy is she territorial. At twenty two years old she’s gotta be pretty damn grown to still act that way but hey, she’s your friend. It didn’t bother you that much, you just learned to keep things to yourself. So the fact that you could agree and say Taehyung is as attractive as everyone says, you’re gonna keep it to yourself.

“Tae Tae, don’t be so mean all the time, it really hurts my feelings,” one of your coworkers said suddenly. You were snapped out of your subconscious focusing again on what you’d been doing. You just started a part time job at a cafe bookshop near the University you attended. Most of the employees were college students but that didn’t mean you all attended the same place. You knew Taehyung was a year or two ahead of you and that the girl talking to him went to an entirely different college. It was a fairly decent sized shop that pulled a good flow of people in so it was a fun job. Three of you worked the late shifts but only two would stay to actually close the shop. Today, unfortunately lucky you got to close with Taehyung who seemed to ignore the other girl.

“Don’t you agree Y/n? Isn’t he kinda mean?” The girl, Sia, asked you making you freeze up.

You couldn’t help the clueless expression on your face as you said, “What?” Oh God why was she trying to drag you into this. You’ve barely been working here two weeks and it’s part time so it’s not every evening. This is barely your third shift with Taehyung and you’ve had extremely short conversations.

“Weren’t you supposed to be off five minutes ago?” He asked her suddenly as he read the time on the computer screen. She looked down at it cursing as she hurried to clock out completely forgetting her flirting with Taehyung. Neither one of you said anything as she blabbered on quick goodbyes running out the door leaving you two alone in the empty shop. It was a Thursday so it was pretty slow.

When it was finally you two alone not a word was said on your end. It took him about five minutes of only hearing the music for him to speak up, “You always get quiet when Sia’s here.”

You didn’t respond right away only looking up at him cluelessly again, “What do you mean?”

“Well the last couple of times we’ve worked together we talked but tonight with Sia you weren’t really talking,” he shrugged in response thinking back to the last two times you’ve worked together. Despite still being fairly new you picked up on the store rules quickly and you didn’t pester him nonstop like some of the other female baristas. Not that he needs you to pester him but he just noticed it.

“I can’t keep up with everything she says,” you admitted going back to your filling the machine with fresh espresso beans, “And to be honest I just sort of mind my business and try and get through work so I could go home.”

That last statement made him chuckle in surprise nodding his head in agreement, “Oh. You know that tall girl you’re friends with? The one who came in on your first day?”

“So Hyun?” You asked with peaked curiosity. He nodded crossing his arms in front of his chest as he leaned against the back counter, “She came in the other day looking for you but you weren’t working.”

Yeah you know. She called you after telling you how gorgeous Taehyung looked making a French press with the sleeves of his button up rolled to his elbows. Still, you acted like you didn’t know, “Really? I didn’t know that.”

“Yeah she was in here for a while but she didn’t buy anything,” Taehyung went on taking the large bag of beans from you so he could put it away, “I didn’t know you were in Journalism but she said you were.”

You nodded in response climbing down the step ladder and putting it away. Despite this being the third time working with him you still didn’t really know him. All you knew about this guy is what So Hyun has told you. Her crush on him started last year when he was one of the spokespersons for the art club. He’s also pretty well known for his oil paintings that were shown in last year’s Fine Art’s seminar where he won first place for the second time in a row. You’ve definitely heard whispers about him in passing with a group of strangers but you never thought much of them. He seemed to keep to himself and his close circle of friends despite his reputation.

“I’m gonna make myself a macchiato, do you want any?” You asked as you started to take out what you would need. His face scrunched in disgust as he shook his head, “No thanks, isn’t it a little too late for coffee?”

“It’s never too late,” you told him even if the shop was only open until 8:00pm and it was already 7:30. He snickered, “I feel like that’s not true.”

“It’s never too late for me, I need caffeine to survive,” you explained, “Trust me I’m not nice if I don’t have coffee in my system.”

“That doesn’t sound healthy,” he said teasingly as he turned to the drawer filled with tea containers, “I rather drink tea or hot cocoa.”

“Why? Not a fan of coffee?“ you asked taking a cup to pour your drink into. The bell above the door rang as a couple girls came in going straight to the music section. The two of you stopped to greet them before continuing your talk. He shook his head, “No it’s too bitter.”

“But you’re around coffee all the time” you stopped, what were you saying? “Doesn’t the smell bother you?”

He smiled as he finished making his drink letting it sit on the counter, “Not really the smell, I just can’t do strong tasting drinks.”

“Let me guess, you get drunk easily too,” you meant it jokingly but the awkward side eye let you know you were right. You laughed lightly as he nodded, “One beer and I’m drunk.”

Before you could respond the door dinged again and the two of you looked toward it. Your face contorted in a mixture of confusion yet joy as two people walked straight to the counter, “What are you doing here?”

“So Hyun wanted to come,” Hobi said with a shrug of his shoulders as you left the kiosk letting him wrap an arm around you in greeting, “And you’re off soon right? Let’s get drunk.”

“I’m not off till like 8:20,” you told him thinking about all the closing you still had to do after the shop is closed. He made a face, “Give me your key then, we’ll wait at your place.”

With that you went back to the kiosk going straight for your small locker tucked into the side where you grabbed your keys. Taehyung just stood behind quietly staring ahead in no particular direction. His face has turned to stone again, borderline uninterested but you barely paid it any mind. So Hyun glanced to him a couple times before finally speaking up, “What about you? Any plans for the weekend?”

He lifted his shoulders in a shrug, “Just gonna stay home.”

“Well that’s no fun, you should go out,” she said batting her eyelashes. You were too busy talking to Hoseok to notice the way his eyes glanced your way for a brief moment. He didn’t give her a verbal response, simply nodded in agreement and turned away to get busy with something else. Once they had the keys to your apartment they left together leaving you alone with Taehyung again and the two girls still looking at albums.

“Is that your boyfriend?” He asked now that it was just you two. You turned to him, “He’s just a friend. I’ve known both of them for a couple years now.”

There wasn’t much talking anymore as you helped the girls with their things at register and Taehyung left to recover the floor and flip the sign to ‘closed’ after they left. You worked quickly to finish your closing duties and by the end of the night you were standing outside the shop while he locked it up.

“Which way are you headed?” He asked you staring around the empty street. It was dark and there weren’t many people out. The only light came from lit up store fronts. You pointed in the direction you’d be leaving to making him nod, “I’ll walk with you.”

“Oh you don’t have to, is it out of your way?” You asked as you two began walking in that direction anyway. You definitely didn’t expect him to offer something like that.

“The bus stop is on the way but it’ll still be a while so I don’t have a problem,” he told you shoving his hands in his coat pockets, “Plus it’s late and dark out so I wouldn’t want you walking home alone anyway.”

He walked you all the way to your apartment stopping across the street. He waited for you to pass the safe zone before turning around and heading back to the bus stop. He didn’t know that your friend was waiting on the other side ready to bombard you with questions about what the two of you talked about.

So Hyun let out an overly dramatic sigh, “If he just gave me one chance, I swear…”

Hoseok sat up from his spot on the grass, “If he gave you a chance he’d go running the second he finds out you stalk him.”

“I don’t stalk him—“

“You do,” you and Hoseok said at the same time laughing. He pushed the textbook off his lap, “Besides if anyone’s got a chance with Prince Charming it’s Y/n.”

You rolled your eyes, “He’s so far out of my league I can’t even think of him as anything other than a coworker.” You typed away on your laptop, you were currently doing an Op-Ed on recent movies just out in theaters for the student board page.

“Eh, you’re always talking when we come in and you work together, don’t think I haven’t noticed the heart eyes,” Hoseok smirked kicking at your leg as if that’d make you admit it. So Hyun looked to the both of you before a smile stretched across her face, “Is he working tonight?”

“I don’t know, I just agreed to cover the shift for Jimin but I don’t know everyone working,” you told her truthfully. You picked up the shirt after one of your coworkers asked if you could cover his shift. You still had some time for a few assignments so you weren’t in any rush to do the work. Since you wanted extra cash you agreed to cover the shift. Thankfully you weren’t stuck closing tonight so you’d get off earlier than usual.

“Well if he’s working you should see if he’s got any plans this weekend, Hobi’s having a bunch of people over so it’d be a perfect excuse to see him,” So Hyun said wishfully, “And then you can talk about me and make him see that I’m the one for him.”

“I thought he didn’t party,” Hoseok asked staring off in the distance across the courtyard on the East side of campus.

“He does if his friends are there, so make sure you invite them too.”

“And how am I supposed to do that?” You asked with a sigh. She glared down at you for a second, “I don’t know but you have to. Please? For me? You know I like him a lot and you’re my best friend who’s so lucky to be working with him.”

“So why don’t you just apply to work there instead of trying to get Y/n to set you two up,” Hoseok cut in, “Stop trying to make Y/n do the impossible.”

“Ugh you’re so mean to me Hobi, just say Y/n is your favorite.”

“Alright, Y/n’s my favorite,” you smacked him lightly to get him to stop but he just laughed in response. All three of you were pretty close but it’s true that sometimes you and Hoseok are closer. Nothing against So Hyun or anything but sometimes your personalities collide a little too much and you can only hang with her for so long before your social battery runs out.

“I’ve gotta get to my last class,” you said packing your things up, “If he works tonight I’ll try and tell him about it but I’m not making any promises.”

“I love you, you’re the best!” So Hyun said as you walked away from them. Before heading to your next lecture on photography you went looking for a vending machine.

You know how sometimes, when you hear of something for the first time [or see something up close that you’ve never seen before] and suddenly it’s popping up everywhere? Like when you hear of a random thing and now it’s all you can see or think about. That’s what’s happening right now.

Before you started working at the bookshop cafe you rarely saw Taehyung. Sure, a couple times you saw him around on campus but he was never close. Now that you started working with him and actually talk to him it’s like he’s everywhere. Like at the vending machines for example. You didn’t try and talk to him or anything but that didn’t stop him from turning at the feeling of someone behind him in line. He had to do a double take to make sure it was you, “Oh hey.”

“Hey,” you mumbled looking around as if talking to him alone was already pushing your luck. One of his fangirls might jump out at you and you wouldn’t be surprised if it was So Hyun. He got his drink and stood to the side stalling his departure as you went to get your own drink. Sensing his hovering you turned to him punching in the number for your drink, “Do you work tonight?”

“Er no, I think it’s Jimin, Jin, and Sia,” he told you as your drink was dispensed. You reached down for it pulling back with it in hand as you said, “Oh, I’m actually covering for Jimin today, we switched shifts.”

“Ah so he got you to do it? That’s nice of you,” he said. You acted like you didn’t notice the way he joined you now on a walk toward a direction neither one of you were sure of, “So does that mean we aren’t working together tomorrow?”

“No, I know it’ll be hard without me but I’m sure you’ll manage,” you teased. Your boss Jin, typically made the schedules and he liked consistency so usually, you were scheduled in shifts with either Taehyung or Sia. Very rarely did you work with some of the other baristas despite being there for a month already. It made it easier to create routine though since you mostly closed with Taehyung and you two split the work load in a way that made it easier for you both.

“I guess I’ll have to,” he let out a dramatic sigh stopping at a corner to look at you, “Got any plans this weekend?”

Oh right, quit your attempts at flirting you had an objective. You nodded your head, “Yeah actually, well kinda. You know my friend Hoseok? He’s gone to the shop a few times?” Taehyung nodded waiting for you to keep going.

“Well he’s throwing a party on Saturday and I was gonna ask a few people from work if they wanted to come.”

“Ah, so I’m one of the chosen few invited?” He asked with a playful smirk that you’re still trying to get used to. At a glance Taehyung always looks cold and expressionless. He dresses pretty mature in academic styled clothing and he’s just known for being serious all the time. Lately he’s been giving you glimpses at his 4D personality that sends you on a whirlpool of mixed emotions. You can definitely see why girls fall for his charms. On top of being physically attractive he’s also charming even if it is only toward a selective few. You definitely don’t see him smile that way to Sia or any of the other girls he talks to but you try not to let that thought get to your head.

“You can say that,” you said turning around to face him now that you really had to cut the conversation short to get to class, “I can text you the details if you’re interested.”

“Yeah alright, I’ll let you know.”

He let you go off as he stood there for a moment. Not even an entire minute later was a hand smacking down on his shoulder pulling him to one side as his friend, Jimin, stood there next to him. He had a cheesy grin, “Damn, I just missed Y/n. I was gonna thank her for switching shifts with me today.”

Should Taehyung mention what you’d told him? Or should he keep the party invite to himself so he has an excuse to see you outside of work? He’s seen you around campus a few times but he’s never sure if he should go out of his way to talk to you. He’s a pretty private person and you seem to be like that too so maybe you don’t like mixing your work life with everything else. Right now that you ran into each other had purely coincidental yet he was pretty pleased about it.

He’s not sure what it is about you but he enjoys seeing you. You’re really pretty but that wasn’t why he liked talking to you. A lot of girls around him were pretty but that never interested him in getting to know any of them better. He’s not really interested in relationships right now but that doesn’t stop people from trying to get closer to him. It’s tiring, honestly, or at least he thinks it is. He rather spend his time on his paintings and school that way he can graduate and start looking for a stable job as an art curator.

None of the girls who’ve tried to get closer to him have been his type either. Maybe he’s picky or unrealistic but when he’s thinking about someone he thinks about their future together. He doesn’t want to waste his time with meaningless hook ups or relationships if he doesn’t think it’ll ever work out. Take his coworker Sia for example, she’s extremely pretty but she drives him insane. She’s so forward and honest about her interest in him that it sort of pushes him away. If he falls for someone he doesn’t want it to be forced. He wants it to happen naturally because there’s genuine chemistry.

That’s why he likes talking to you at work. He likes to think there’s some chemistry there even if it’s just platonically. Conversation flows between you two so easily that working with you just makes his shift go faster. It doesn’t seem like you have ulterior motives when you talk and it feels like you’re actually interested in what he has to stay instead of just pretending like you are because you find him attractive. Do you find him attractive?

“Earth to Taehyung! I asked if you’re doing anything this weekend?” Jimin asked snapping him out of him out of his thoughts. He looked down at his friend, “Uh no? Just planning on staying home all weekend.” Lie.

“Alright so Saturday I’m meeting up with this chick and apparently her friend is crazy into you so what do you say? A group date or something?” Jimin asked hopefully as he followed Taehyung to his next class, “They’re pretty hot, dance majors, flexible…”

“I’m busy Saturday.”

“Okay well that’s a lie since you just told me you’re not doing anything,” Jimin rolled his eyes, “Come on do me one solid. You never wanna come out.”

“Sorry, I’m not interested,” Taehyung sighed turning to Jimin ready to leave, “Go ask Yoongi, I’ve gotta get to class.”

By the time the weekend rolled around you shared a couple quick texts with Taehyung. Nothing major or anything but he did ask for the address to the party and little things like telling you a certain regular came into the shop asking for you. It’s kinda bad how a text from him made you smile a little. Once again, you weren’t doing anything wrong but knowing your best friend had a huge crush on him while he texted you didn’t feel right.

He caught you completely by surprise Saturday night when he called you in the middle of you taking a shot at Hoseok’s party. You had to step away from the group as they loudly talked over the music finding a corner to answer the phone, “Hello?”

“Hey, so I think I found the place but how do I get up there?” He asked staring up at the apartment building in front of him. It took you a second to process what he was saying before you were rushing toward the door, “I’ll come down, see you in a minute.”

Taehyung couldn’t help the tiny smile from spreading across his face as you came down carrying a drink in hand. You waved him over to the door and he let a hand touch your side in a quick hug, “Are we getting you drunk tonight?”

“Let’s see how the night goes first,” he told you smiling following you to the elevator. He came alone even if you told him you’d be inviting people from work. He could’ve asked Jimin to come but he wanted to go on that group date and Taehyung was worried he’d ask those girls to come. When he first got the party there were a lot more people than he expected. Some were familiar faces from school and some weren’t. The ones who did recognize him approached him surprised to see he was at a party knowing damn well he was a homebody.

“What do you want to drink then?” You asked him leading him to the kitchen where the counter was filled with liquor bottles people brought and a few chasers. You tried not to think about his proximity when he came up next to you, a hand flat on the counter next to yours as you could feel the aura of his presence directly behind you peaking over your shoulder to inspect the inventory. He looked down at your cup, “What are you drinking?”

“It’s for alcohol but you can barely taste it,” you told him, “But if you’re a lightweight I don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing.”

“Bad thing for sure, let me taste,” he said taking the cup from you. You studied his face to see if he’d like it, his eyes locked on yours as he tipped the cup back letting the drink pour down his throat.

“Well?” You asked as he passed the drink back to you licking his lips. You couldn’t hear his response over the music so he leaned down close to your ear, his breath tickling your lobe as he spoke, “I like it.”

You ignored the shiver that went down your spine, “I’ll make you one then.” He nodded his head, lip being tugged between his teeth as he stared down at you. You looked prettier than usual but he thought you normally looked pretty anyway. Maybe it was the atmosphere that made him feel relaxed around you and since you weren’t running around making coffee drinks you looked more at ease too. He’s not sure if parties were your element but if he were to be asked to go on a night out he’s sure to say yes if you were the one asking. Now that he’s getting a chance to look around he noticed he’s the only one from work. That could mean the others you invited didn’t come, or he was the only one invited. He was going to go with that latter since Jimin didn’t mention an invite and that meant you specifically wanted him here.

Your brows furrowed in concentration looking at him leaning a little closer. It caught him of guard, his eyes shifting down to your lips for a moment before you pulled back. He blinked nervously as you smiled, “I just noticed… your eye lids are different. One’s a monolid and the other isn’t.”

Immediately his hand flew to block one of his eyes in embarrassment, “Yeah, it’s kinda weird.”

“I like it,” you whispered back to him still looking at his eyes as his hand slowly dropped to his side again. You both looked away from each other awkwardly as he raised his cup to his lips in order to hide the upward curl of his smile line.

“Y/n!” The call of your name pulled you both away from the stump and your hand was leaving the counter, barely noticing how the tips of your fingers had been touching his this entire time. You turned around looking for the one who called for you, So Hyun came up with a smile, “Jungkook just got here and he’s looking for you.”

Taehyung looked down to you as So Hyun motioned for you to take the excuse and leave. If you just let her work her charm on Taehyung she’s have him falling for her in no time—or so she says. You blushed looking back to Taehyung, “Oh, um, do you mind giving me a moment? I’m just gonna see what he wants.”

“Um…—“ “Don’t worry I’ll keep Taehyung busy,” she told you nudging you forward, “Why don’t you go find Jungkook?”

Taehyung watched you leave, the effects of being at a social gathering finally weighing on him and suddenly he wasn’t so at ease anymore. So Hyun flashed him a flirtatious smile, “Wow, I never see you at these sort of things. It’s good to see you let loose.”

“Yeah…” Taehyung nodded awkwardly. He didn’t really know So Hyun. The only times he’s talked to her is when she’s visited you at work and to be honest, he finds her kind of annoying. Honestly he couldn’t even understand how you two were friends but hey, they wasn’t for him to question. Don’t get him wrong, So Hyun seems nice but it’s almost forced. Like she’s not being genuine and he hates people like that. He was way more interested in knowing who Jungkook was rather than what she had to say.

“What are you drinking? Can I try it?” She asked him to which he shook his head no. “I don’t like sharing drinks,” he muttered scanning the groups of people to find you. Maybe this Jungkook guy wouldn’t mind if Taehyung included himself in the conversation. He found you across the living room chatting it up with a guy who had a full tattoo sleeve. It made his lucky number seven tattoo seem like a joke. Did you like guys with tattoos and piercings?

You put your arm on the guy’s shoulder laughing at something he said and Taehyung swears his eye twitched. The eyes you just recently complimented that left him feeling a little too happy over it. Has he made you laugh like that? You haven’t known each other for long but he likes to think he makes you smile at work. Maybe you’re the type who needs to be comfortable around someone before initiating skinship and it just means you two can still get closer. He wouldn’t mind that, possible texting you more or hanging out outside of work and school. Actually, he’s currently work on a new art piece and he needs a model for body proportion reference, maybe he could ask you?

The more he looked the more irritated he felt. This is why he can’t do crushes at his grown age, he’s way too possessive and intense. He doesn’t want anyone else making you laugh. Uh oh. Wait, does he like you?

Ah shit, he does.

“So let me get this straight,” Jungkook cleared his throat, “So Hyun has a thing for the campus crush, Kim Taehyung, and he’s your coworker. She asked you to get her with him and you’re helping her like a dumbass even though he clearly has a thing for you?”

You nearly choked on your drink, “Oh my god Kook, he definitely does not have a thing for me. We’re just friends.”

“Yeah okay, so why is he looking at me like he’ll hurt me if I get too close to you?” Jungkook asked raising a brow as if the answer were so obvious. You brushed him and his ideas off, “You know he’s a private person. He probably just feels weird that I left him with So Hyun when he doesn’t really know her.”

“I mean sure but he could also be thinking about murdering me because you left him with So Hyun to come talk to me. Are you even thinking about the danger you’re putting me in?” Jungkook asked holding a hand to his chest, “I know people say I’m intimidating but just look at his T-bone. One glare from him is good enough to K.O someone.”

“You’re so stupid—“ “No you’re stupid because now he’s leaving,” Jungkook shrugged making you whip around to find Taehyung. Sure enough he wasn’t next to So Hyun anymore and instead making his way to the door. You pushed your drink into Jungkook’s hand as he smirked yelling after you as you took off wishing you luck.

“Hey! Where you going?” You barely made it out the door catching him waiting for the elevator turning to look at you.

“Well, y’know I don’t really know that many people and you looked busy so…” he bit his lip in thought hearing the elevator doors open but making no move to get in as you walked over to him. Your brows furrowed, “Did So Hyun ditch you?”

“Uh no, you did,” he answered truthfully catching you by surprise. You brushed your hair out of your face nervously. Kim Taehyung does not have a thing for you. It’s literally not possible. Look at him then look at you.

“Right sorry, one of my friends wanted to talk and I sort of got dragged into conversa—“ “Yeah you looked pretty busy,” Taehyung shrugged as if it was no big deal even if it felt like it was to him, “No worries, it was fun though I think I’m just ready to call it a night.”

“Taehyung,” you whined thinking back to So Hyun and how she’ll blame you later for him leaving because he didn’t want to talk to her, “Can’t you stay a little longer? I won’t leave you alone anymore, I feel bad now.”

“Don’t,” he sighed hearing the doors close again. You were standing so close that he could practically smell the shampoo in your hair. He didn’t think it through when he moved a piece of stray hair behind your ear, “Don’t feel bad, I mean. I had fun, seriously but I don’t want you to feel like you’ve gotta stay with me all night.”

Even though he’d like it if you did but maybe that’s just the jealousy speaking. His touch sent goosebumps along your skin as you took an unconscious step toward him, “But I do feel bad since I invited you.”

Okay sure, you invited him because So Hyun asked you to but you found yourself just as excited as her to see him tonight. Obviously you tried not to think about it too much but it was hard not to when he was looking at you so sweetly. You never knew you liked guys with a twist. Someone who looks cold and mysterious but is an actual sweetheart to those he’s friends with. If you heard the little interest he had in what So Hyun or any other girl had to say compared to how attentive he was to you, you’d know he’s into you. But you don’t know that or you refused to even think about that possibility.

He smirked, “Well then you can make it up to me over lunch next week. Whenever you’re free between classes let’s eat in the cafeteria.”

“Okay!” You said excitedly, face lighting up. He nodded stepping closer pulling you into a goodbye and a promise to text before finally getting into the elevators. You got back to the party blushing and slightly confused on if you should tell So Hyun about lunch.

Part of you would like to have lunch just between you two but he’s already been way too nice to you. Jungkook already thinks he’s into you and soon you’re gonna start believing it too if you keep going at this rate. You’ve definitely confused a guy’s niceness for interest in you and you’re way too embarrassed when they choose So Hyun over you.

That’s why you agreed to help her. She’s drop dead gorgeous and had the height and body of a model. You definitely did not compare and knowing she was so stuck on Taehyung you didn’t even have a chance. You’ll just live vicariously through her if they ever do get together. He’s the total package and you can agree to that even if he wasn’t your type originally. Too bad you’re not as attractive or interesting as your best friend and all the other girls into him. Even Sia is so pretty it makes you want to cry. And she has such a soft and feminine voice unlike yours.

Ugh, maybe you’ve been single for too long and need to do something about it so you stop thinking about your best friend’s crush.

It was mid next week when your schedule aligned with Taehyung's and unfortunately for him so did your friends. He waited in line behind you and So Hyun as you got your trays of food pretending like everything was cool even if it was supposed to be just you and him.

"You're paying right? I forgot my wallet," So Hyun asked looping her arms with yours giving you a smile. Your brows furrowed, "Don't you have Apple Pay?"

"But you're paying for Taehyung's it's not fair." You rolled your eyes. You really hadn't planned on letting So Hyun tag along but after overhearing you tell Hobi you weren't going to have lunch with him today she asked why. You had to come clean and then she threw a fit for not inviting her. You tried telling her that you weren't sure if Taehyung would be okay with it but she assured you that on the night of the party they got along really well. She also thinks he might be a little into her and well, who were you to ruin her chances when she actually might have a shot with him?

Okay, to be fair you don't think he's that into her but hey, you're just going along with the flow and doing as told. Once you all got your food you turned quickly to reach for your wallet not noticing Taehyung sneak past you and paying with his phone for all three meals. You turned with your wallet in hand looking at him in disbelief, "I was going to pay for it all."

He lifted a brow biting his lip looking down at you for a moment, "You can treat me next time."

Next time? What does he mean next time. Like did he mean he wanted you two to go out for a meal again? Or was he just saying that to say it but with no intention of it? So Hyun tried not to overthink what he said either instead moving too match his pace to an empty table, "Thank you Taehyung, that was so sweet of you. Maybe I should treat you to a meal too."

He simply nodded in acknowledgment as the three of you took your seats at an empty table. You sat next to So Hyun as she moved to the spot in front of Taehyung and it made you feel slightly awkward. You're not sure if you're reading it right but Taehyung seems disappointed. The three of you are in an uncomfortable silence that made your leg bounce anxiously. You stood up awkwardly, "I'm gonna go dump this, I'll be back."

So Hyun looked after you with an unreadable expression as she tried to think of something to say to him. "I'm still surprised to see you at that party since I know you don't really go to many. You're not really into going out, are you?"

"You could say that," Taehyung huffed leaning into the table, his tone a little bitter as he looked after waiting for you to walk back already. He was being rude, he knows it but he just doesn't get it. He was hoping it was just you two so he could try and understand what he feels for you and if there was any possibility there but now he couldn't.

His gaze shifted to So Hyun speaking clearly now, "But I went so I could see Y/n."

He had a feeling he knew what So Hyun was trying to do. She might not have had the worst intentions but Taehyung didn't like it. If she were to approach him naturally instead of trying to force her way close to him through you, he might've looked at her different. But he just didn't like her way of doing things. It didn't feel genuine and sure she was pretty but he didn't feel any sort of connection between them. So it sort of upset him that you seemed to be playing along in her charades. It had him raising from his seat holding his tray and backpack.

Your slow walk back to the table was rushed at the sight of him leaving making sure to glare at you in the process. Your brows furrowed in worry as you quickly went to So Hyun who was gathering her things too, "What happened?"

She rolled her eyes holding her things, "Well he's definitely not into me at all. Good fucking job."

"Alright we'll now I'm extra confused, are you trying to say this is my fault?" You asked, some pent up frustration leaking out. This is why you should always mind your business and ignore people's wishes. You try and help them then get blamed when shit goes wrong. So Hyun sighed, "Of course it's your fault I told you I liked him and you flirt with him anyway! He literally hates me, what did you say to him?"

"Look, I have no idea what you're talking about," you raised a hand in surrender getting your backpack, "And I don't understand why you're suddenly mad at me when I've literally done everything you've asked me to."

"Ugh, don't you get it? It didn't work Y/n, he hates me and I think you told him something," So Hyun accused you pretty dramatically in your opinion, "You know I'm into him so why would you do that?"

"I'm sorry but you sound so dumb, why would I say something to make him hate you?"

"Because you like him! You knew I liked him first and you didn't like that so you were talking shit about me," she added making you scoff. Alright that's enough, you held your book bag on your shoulder.

"Okay well clearly you're delusional and need to grow up," you said with a small sigh as you looked up at her, "It's not my fault you're unlikeable."

The argument didn't even seem like a big deal unfortunately. You've had a fair share amount of petty arguments with So Hyun through the course of your friendship and yet you never stopped hanging out. Give it a couple days for Hoseok to force you two to make up and everything would be fine. Now would everything be fine with Taehyung? You're not sure honestly.

Luckily for you, you caught him outside a couple minutes later. He didn't even try and avoid you when you came up to him you cleared your throat awkwardly having no clue what to say now that you were in front of him, "You left earlier without saying bye. I'm starting to think you're not good at goodbyes."

You tried joking in hips of easing the tension by bringing up when he tried leaving the party the other night. He licked his lips with a sigh looking away from you, "Right... bye."

"Tae, I'm sorry if you're mad at me or an—"

"Why would I be mad?" Taehyung asked leaning against the wall of some class building. You struggled to find a response though you're not sure if he was actually looking for one from you. "Because you keep letting your friend try and include herself in time that I'm trying to spend with you?"

Your silence was irritating him so at this point he was rambling, "Look if you're not into me, I get it but I definitely don't need you trying to get me with one of your friends."

"No... that's not—Tae—" you couldn't form the right words. Great. This is why you should really mind your business. In trying to help So Hyun you only managed to get both of them mad at you in the end. Your mind was so jumbled you almost missed the single 'if you're not into me, I get it' which was broad but at the same time a hidden meaning was behind it. Or at least you thought there was, like maybe an implication of what he was currently thinking? Maybe even implying he was into you and it's not reciprocated? Why was it an if? What was going to happen if you admitted to being attracted to him? You just had to know.

"What do you mean?" Was all that you could ask and it made him roll his eyes. He thought he was being obvious with how he felt about you since the beginning. Even before he realized he was into you he always paid more attention to you than anyone else. He always talked to you and went out of his way to find you at work. He went to that stupid party because you invited him. He paid for lunch today because he wanted an excuse to meet with you again and yet you still don't get it. He took a step closer to you, looking down at you making you have to crane your neck to look up.

"I mean that I'm not attracted to your friend, I'm attracted to you and only you," Taehyung said lowly, "Do you know what I mean now?"

You couldn't stop the flutter of your lashes being completely surprise. He's into you? Like, is that what he's saying right now? You said something you probably shouldn't have, "We're friends though."

It made him scoff. You really could not get it even if you were being hit in the face with it. He took a step back with a small huff, "Yeah well I don't really want to be just friends Y/n. But if that's all we'll be then whatever I guess, just friends."

"That's not—oh god I don't know what to say." You really didn't. Obviously you had growing feelings for him but the timing seemed off. Not to mention he was so out of your leave him having a liking toward you just made no sense. Was he playing you? Taehyung didn't seem the type but after everyone has told you that he doesn't really date or give people the chance you just can't understand why he's willing to with you.

He adjusted the strap on his backpack, "It's fine Y/n, you don't see me that way so I guess I got to get over it. It was my bad for thinking there was something between us. I've gotta get to my next class, I'll see you at work."

"Alright but that's not your fault that he's not into So Hyun, right?" Jungkook asked a week later at a party. So Hyun has yet to speak with you and you've been switching shifts with Jimin again until he gets his new schedule figure out. You haven't really had the chance to with Taehyung either but one problem at a time.

"I don't know," you sighed drinking from your red cup as the two of you talked in the corner trying to block out the rest of the party. You only came out with Jungkook tonight since So Hyun wasn't talking to you and Hobi didn't want to pick sides. "He kinda told me... he's into me or something."

"I mean yeah you're hot and easy to be around," Jungkook chuckled as if it were obvious making your eyes roll, "But I mean, I get she liked him but you did what you could. How is it your fault that you two fell for each other instead? It's not like they were dating or anything."

"We didn't fall for ea—" "Shut up because yes you did," he cut you off before a smirk appeared on his face as he teased, "You like him."

"Don't start with that please," you sighed. Frankly you didn't understand why she was so pissed off at you and you doubt telling her your problems with Taehyung would make it better. If anything she'll just be more mad at you for managing to peak Taehyung's interest when she couldn't.

"Y/n, I know what you're thinking, y'know?" Jungkook said, "You like him but you think you shouldn't because of So Hyun but news flash, she doesn't always have to get what she wants. He likes you, try it out. He's here, did you know that?"

"No he's not," you tried to say but he pointed across the room and sure enough Taehyung was here.

He'd been here for a while and it surprised everyone. He really wasn't the party type but a friend of his was here with Jimin. Jimin texted him that you were here with some guy, and like the hopeless jealous fool he is, he had to see who. It was your tatted friend again. He couldn't even approach you because he thinks you've been avoiding him even though Jimin has told him that you're just helping him out because of his schedule.

Before you could say anything Jungkook was already attempting to fix your hair and pull your shirt down to show more cleavage. You swatted at his hand as he said, "Look, he came for a reason and that reason could be you. So stop acting like this is a hard decision and just go talk to him. You haven't been laid in a while and even I'll admit he's hot."

"He's also been staring over here all night and it's kind of creeping me out so get away from me," he said the last part with a good shove leaving you to stumble forward. You turned to glare at him but Jungkook ducked out of view and left you there in a crowd of people confused. Maybe he's right. You know Taehyung is interested in you because he said so. You also know that So Hyun will be mad at you even if you didn't pursue him so why try and act like you didn't like him too? You're just gonna say fuck it and go for it with Taehyung because you're unbelievably attracted to him and not just for his looks.

"Oh she's coming over here, she finally saw you," Jimin says playfully as Taehyung stares at him worried now, "Who?"

"Y/n," Jimin smirked, "I know that's why you came tonight. You had no plans on coming until I told you Y/n was here with a guy. I'm not stupid."

Taehyung opened his mouth to protest when Jimin was patting his shoulder for good luck and leaving him alone in the kitchen where he'd been hiding this entire time. You blocked his path from leaving now, "Hey... I didn't know you were here."

"Yeah you were busy," he said in a harsher tone than he meant. He knows he didn't have a right to be upset over you talking to some other guy who you were friends with but he couldn't help it. Each time he thought about you he liked you a little more. Considering you haven't been talking as much it gives him anxiety almost when he sees you looking perfectly fine not talking to him. This is why he can't do short relationships, he gets way too attached and he overthinks everything possible outcome of the relationship. He doesn’t like games. He’s forward with how he feels and he’ll let it be known once he realizes it.

"What are you drinking? Can I have some?" You asked hoping to lighten the mood sensing he might be upset with you. He didn't say anything offering you the drink and in an attempt to be forward instead of taking it you pressed your lips to the rim. He tilted the cup up for you watching the slight drop of alcohol on your lip once he took it back. He visibly gulped looking down at you waiting to see what you'd do next.

"Um I wanted to apologize and let you know that it was wrong of me to try and force So Hyun on you," you told him honestly, "I thought that you were just being nice to me to be nice and I never considered you being into me at all. I know that's not an excuse so I just wanted to say sorry.”

Taehyung didn't say anything for a minute, he simply nodded in understanding even if he felt confused still. A small amount of irritation too, was he not being as forward about his interest in you as he thought? Why would you not consider his feelings for you? Did you think you were unlikeable? Did you not realize he thought you looked pretty doing absolutely anything?

"And," you bit your lip nervously. Listen to Jungkook's advise and try it out. See what happens if you're honest because yeah, you definitely wanted Taehyung all along even if you never admitted it. Would that make you a bad friend to So Hyun? Shaking the thought away you leaned on your tip toes finally ripping the bandaid off as you whispered in his ear, "I'm actually crazy about you."

He nearly choked on his drink looking down at you. He's always had slightly sensitive ears so feeling you whisper against his ear sent a shiver down his spine—especially because of what you said. You blushed lightly at your admission, "And if you don't completely hate me I'd like to talk things out privately. Like maybe at my place?"

"Right now?" He asked looking at all the party goers and the dark sky through the window. You nodded making him clear his throat nervously clenching his jaw at the thought, "Okay, what about that guy with tattoos?"

"Jungkook?" You asked him looking around the people for Jungkook. He was off already flirting with someone not paying any money to you. You'll just send him a text telling him you're leaving and it'll be fine, "He won't care."

He looked down at you absentmindedly letting the side of his leg brush against yours due to your proximity. With a final nod he spoke, "Alright let's go."

You ended up riding the bus as close to your apartment as possible and walked the short distance to the building. Your conversations were light barely brushing over the main topic and finding any little thing to talk about instead. You directed him to the living room while you went to your room for a moment to freshen up.

"Want anything to drink?" You asked Taehyung as he sat on your couch, unintentionally man spreading as he followed your figure to the kitchen. Now that he's got the confirmation that you were interested in him he wanted to move things along. He wanted to drag you to him and talk things out, maybe even kiss your way into a relationship.

"Water's fine," he muttered in response not bothering to hide the way he checked you out through the opening of the kitchen. It was pretty dark in your apartment, the only light coming from the kitchen and he sat in shadows. When you set his glass down you bent forward a little reaching for the control and he'd be lying if he said he didn't look at the skirt you wore in the process.

He sniffled a little fidgeting in his seat when you sat back next to him. You turned the tv on pulling up YouTube and playing some background music lowly before turning to him catching him already staring. You bit your lip nervously tucking some hair behind your ear as you just looked at each other for a moment.

"So, uh, do you wanna talk about... y'know," you used your hand to motion at the space between you hoping he got the hint of what you were trying to say. He nodded, "I mean, like I said, I don't really have an interest in being just friends but I also can't make you feel something for me if you don't."

"But I do," you told him honestly and it made him smile, eyes slightly glazed over. It went quiet between you two again and your confidence was starting to fade. Now that you've admitted to not only him but yourself too that you like him, there's definitely other things on your mind than just talking. You're just not sure what he wants to do.

You tried not to think about how his thigh was against yours and his arm was thrown behind you on the couch. The music was chilled out but definitely a little sensual and you're not sure if it was a little too forward already. He isn't making a move or anything so you couldn't read him at all. But at the same time, you can't keep being the one to not make any effort. You liked him since the beginning but you pushed the thought away because you didn't think he'd ever think of you that way. You let So Hyun include herself in time that was just supposed be you two and he was clearly upset every time. He has been more forward than you in expressing himself so maybe it's your turn.

You turned to face him now, knee digging into his thigh making his eyes widen in curiosity. With a deep breath you looked down at his lips tempted to just go for it but still slightly hesitant. It wasn't until the hand behind you began playing with the strap of your tank did you say fuck it. You barely moved an inch forward before his hand was flying to your jaw pulling you into him.

Your lips had barely touched before you were caving into each other's, mouths sloppily working in a frenzied kiss. It was super short too, both of you pulling away almost worried at the intensity of that little touch. Your eyes locked on each other once more before he was dragging you back to him. His head tilted to the right while yours went left, his hand still under your jaw keeping you in a position that worked for both of you.

There was nothing slow about the kiss, tongues meeting in the middle before exploring each other's mouth eliciting w deep groan from his chest as his fingers touched your hair letting his hand slide from your side to near your ear. With the sudden force of making out you found yourself moving before you could process what you were doing. You swung a leg over his lap until you were straddling him and his free hand went straight to your skirt.

Your heads bobbed in a messy make out session as his hand gripped the fabric of your skirt making you press closer to him until your chest was on his. Your arms wrapped around his neck and fingers in his hair when you found the palm of his hand flat on your butt sneaking under your skirt. You pushed at his shoulders lightly trying to pull away and catch your breath. A thin line of spit connected your lips together as you both panted unevenly. His eyes searched yours for any sign of regret, the hand on your panties now massaging into the flesh of your ass but not roughly. It was a soft and soothing caress as you began to pepper gentle kisses at the corners of his mouth. His mouth was slightly agape as he fought to catch his breath and not buck up into the warmth between your legs that was currently over his member. He couldn't even remember the last time he made out with someone like this. It had to be months at least, probably since the last girl he was in a relationship with. Taehyung's breath hitched as you got to the angle of his jaw sucking lightly making your way toward the space under his ear.

You didn't miss the way his hands tightened around you fidgeting a little when you got close to his ear. Deciding to take it further you pulled the end of his lobe into your mouth nipping at it softly with your teeth.

"Ngh," he bit back a moan at the feel, his eyes crossing for a moment when your breath fanned his ears. Why the hell were they so damn sensitive. You moved your hips over him feeling his grip on your butt tighten in the process. He was slumped back on the couch essentially letting you take the reigns for a moment as he tried to clear his mind of the dirty thoughts that were coming way too soon. Instead, he let your hips move over him back and forth, the rough denim of his jeans rubbing against your arousing heat.

You were practically dry humping like a pair of horny teens but it clearly wasn't enough. You both only had one thing on his mind and he needed it. Your fingers were in his hair scratching blissfully at his scalp as you whispered into his ear, "Wanna move things to my room?"

The tingling sensation traveled from his ear down his throat to his spine making him react far quicker than you expect. Both hands tightened at your bottom as he jolted off the couch keeping you on him. "Where?" He asked, lips brushing against yours as you clung to him. You pointed in the direction and he was taking you that way.

The door swung open with a bang before his leg was kicking it back shut. He walked until his knees hit the edge of a bed and just like that he was trapping you under him in another heated kiss. Your hands cupped his face as he pressed himself further into you, eyes squeeze shut in pleasure.

Just how you did on the couch, he was pushing his groin against yours, knees digging into the mattress with your body in between before he started a slow grind into you. The material of his jeans was doing magic hitting against your pleasure nub above your entrance and you could feel the growing bulge adding more pressure. His elbows were near your shoulders keeping himself from crushing you as your heads moved in every direction that could deepen the kiss more and more. Your lips felt numb, rubbed raw almost but neither of you pulled away. His tongue was winning against yours in exploration drawing a light sigh from your lips when he cradled your head between his arms to keep you in place.

Your hands were playing with the collar of his shirt before running down the front of his chest to feel what was underneath. It was soft and lean muscle, the kind that someone had when they were fit even without intense exercise.

He put most of his weight on his legs as he sat back further with his calves tucked under his thighs letting his hands move down your sides bunching up your shirt. Your mouths only separated for one quick moment only enough time for him to tug your shirt off and his too. They fell somewhere on the floor as he let himself looked down at you. Your legs were still thrown over his spread thighs, his erect ion only an inch away from the space between your legs. Large hands gripped at the bend of your knees yanking your body down and closer to him until you were flush against him again. He guided your hips up searching for some friction despite both of you still being dressed below the waist. His hands were at your sides letting your hips grind back on him and it was enough for him to be draping over you again to capture your lips with his.

"You're so pretty," he mumbled against your lips as he pulled away, nose and mouth brushing over the curve of your chin down your neck, "And nice."

He was moving away now, legs still widened as he crawled down your body, kissing along your collarbone, "And you smell so good."

His face was getting closer to your chest, hands now running over your bra, "And I think about you all the time."

His hands cupped the your boobs over your bra giving them a light squeeze as his lips licked over the rounded flesh, "I think about how you'll react when I touch you."

They snaked under the bra, thumbs running over your nipples causing an immediate reaction from you, "And how soft you'll feel in my hands."

"Taehyung..." you licked your lips breathlessly arching your back up to slide your hands under and unclip the material. You yanked the straps down managing to take it off with his hands still groping at your tits. With the bra out of the way he took the chance to take your nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling around the bud until it hardened while his thumb worked the other. He gave your chest special treatment with a massage and wet kisses along your skin practically covering you in drool while your hips searched for something to rut against but his body was hovering over you yet not touching.

Once he had enough of your chest he kissed down the center of your stomach, hands sliding down to your skirt but he never took it off you. Instead, his fingers grazed over to your panties, touching the hem before sliding them down, "I wonder about how you'll taste on my tongue."

"Will you let me have a taste?" He asked, skirt covering half his face watching as you gave an impatient nod. He slid the material down your legs letting them fall to the bed. You wiggled nervously feeling his stare on your definite wet core but before you could hurry him along your mouth drew open in a sudden gasp. A blob of spit landed on your cunt from his mouth and the thick liquid felt strange against your clit due to its unexpectedness. He just spit directly on your pussy...

One of his arms was holding your thigh on his shoulder while the other let his hand swipe over his spit. His middle finger touched your clit as he rubbed the spit with your dripping arousal to make it wetter and messier too. Then, once he made sure you were coated in liquid, he flattened his tongue against your opening curving it upward to collect and decent size of wetness. His tongue rolled back into his mouth and he swallowed heavily, not even thinking about your impatient fidgeting as he got the taste he was looking for.

"Mm," he hummed in appreciation, eyes shut in bliss for a moment before letting your clit fit between his index and middle fingers as he rubbed upwards, palm on your entrance applying pressure there too. Then, he pulled away, hand doing a 180 so his fingers were facing down and he leaned forward to kiss your lips, all while your clit was still stimulated between his fingers.

"I like it," he muttered against your lips, "I think I'm gonna have more."

You weren't much of a talker during foreplay but Taehyung's deep voice had your thighs wanting to shut to stop the pool of arousal. His voice was so sensual and raspy that you didn't mind the light dirty talk. Maybe you'd whisper into his ear more since you know he likes it now. Maybe you'll even do it to him at work sometimes just to see him get riled up.

He went back down between your legs, not bothering to tease anymore as he did just that. Tongue lapping up more and more speeding up his flicking while his fingers slipped over your clit thanks to the wetness of it.

Immediately your hand went to his soft dark hair again for leverage as his ministrations picked up pace, face practically digging at your heat. It was messy, nasty almost, with the slurping sounds he made. He was lost in it too, your little sounds and the way you ground into his face was enough to egg him on to take it further. He could've been like this all night if you would have let him. Your hand tugged him back by his hair. He didn't mind the sting though ready to take your mouth back on his if that's what you wanted.

You didn't say anything sitting up watching his face contort in confusion and worry. With a hand on his chest you guided him to lie down and he submitted to your actions easily, hand over yours as you applied pressure to get him down. Once he was lying down you tugged at his zipper watching the way his stomach sunk in under your touch and the black band of his briefs was slowly exposed. He didn't bother fighting it when you tugged his jeans down along with his briefs.

Taehyung released a grunt in relief as the right denim was finally off and briefs no longer confining his erecrion. He felt heavy on his navel, thick member stiff against his happy trail. Your eyes caught the way his cock twitched at the sudden exposure. You threw his clothes to the floor moving too unzip your skirt and slide it down when he stopped your hand.

"Leave it, I want it on when you're on top," he said, thumb running over your wrist bone soothingly. The corner of your mouth turned upward in a smirk as you nodded. He wants you wearing it when you're on top? Alright.

He didn't know how to react when you turned away from him, straddling his midsection facing away from him and his hands immediately raised to try and touch you. You got on your knees, pussy in his face that he finally got what you wanted to do. He couldn't stop the animalistic growl he let out as his hands gripped your thighs pulling you back into position. Once he had you over him his mouth was on your cunt again, his chin rutting against your clit as his fingers spread you open for him to eat you out.

The only thing to make his movements slow was the softest kitten lick down the length of his cock. It caught him by surprise, balls tightening at the feeling especially when you kissed the vein underneath. With one hand you picked up his member so it was pointed to the ceiling and continued to lather him in your drool letting your mouth and tongue lick around his length. His hips began to move seeking more than just the teasing, fingernails digging into your butt as you slobbered all over him.

Once his length was wet enough you moved to his tip, tongue poking at his slit where a clear drop of precum dribbled out. You licked at it, forcing spit down his head before wrapping your around it fully. Once your mouth adjusted to his girth you began to bob your head up and down, tongue licking along his slit everything you came up before coiling around him when you went down.

Whatever you did felt good to him, his hips began moving to fit more into your mouth slowly. His arms went to your back pulling you flush against him so your butt was sticking out more and right in his face. He kept you locked in around him with one arm while the other went to your hair.

You had a bad gag reflex so it took more effort to not choke and he was bigger than any guy you've ever been with. You took as much of him as possible but your hands did most of the work. When it became too much you lifted your mouth off with a pop, drool lining the way before you moved lower.

Taehyung nearly choked in your essence at the warm and wet tightness trying to suck his testicles. Your mouth licked at the soft flesh despite how full they felt and it had him shaking.

"Aish," he hissed, eyes scrunched as his head fell against your pillows, no longer eating you out like a mad man. He needed a second to enjoy this new feeling, when your tongue licked down to his perineum, the thing like down his balls. Your hand was also jerking him off in just the right way that he was extremely close. As much as he'd like to release just like this he wanted more.  No, needed more and when your actions got bolder he couldn't take it anymore. He liked that it wasn’t a fight for control. It was equal parts in trying to pleasure each other. He wasn’t trying to be the dominant one at the moment. He was just trying to take the pleasure and go along with whatever happened. It felt so much more natural that way than him trying to force you into positions or foreplay you didn’t want to do. You were just as eager to pleasure him too and he had no problem letting you do it.

"Y/n,” he licked his dry lips, “I need you on my cock, now.”

It took you a second to think about what he was asking but he was already guiding you up trying to turn you. You crawled off him feeling his arm trying to hold you by your legs as you stretched over to your nightstand. You didn’t usually buy condoms since you didn’t have a lot of hook ups but Jungkook thought it’d be funny to gift you some after making fun of your dry spell. A true friend, really.

Taehyung took it from you puckering his lips while tearing into the packaging. You leaned over him pressing your lips against his in a quick kiss as he rolled the condom on. Once it was one he was teaching for your hand leading you back over him. He held his member up as you straddled him trying to line your entrance with his tip, skirt hiding the view but draped over his hand. You pulled his lip between your teeth in a gentle nip as you tried moving back to sit over him more.

He smacked his lips disappointedly pouting a little when you pulled away from the kiss. But he hummed in pleasure as you began to lower yourself, his tip sinking into your heat slowly. His hands on your thighs letting you adjust to his size, he had to bite into his bottom lip when your walls kept him snug.

You began to slowly move up and down to speed the stretching process despite the slight discomfort. You could see the struggle he was facing at the wait and honestly you couldn’t wait either. Your hands were on his chest using him for leverage before you gained more rhythm.

Your movement began to include some grinding letting your folds get stimulated with the added movement. His hands were under your skirt groping the rounds of your ass, nails digging into the plump flesh letting his hips buck to match your pace.

“Oh fuck,” he grunted, low deep gasps escaping his lips, “… so tight.”

“Tae,” you whined letting the shortened name slip as your head fell forward, “You feel so good.”

You were breathless, putting more weight on your hands and knees so you could bounce your hips repeatedly, rotating them as best as you could to reach new angles. With the change of rhythm his arm wrapped around your lower back again, pressing you against him making you collapse over him. Your head fell by his neck feeling the tightness of his arms around your waist as he dug his heels into the mattress so he could fuck up into you. He matched your rhythm and the new angle stimulated your clit making you whine softly into his ear.

Your cute little sounds we’re making his hips stutter, “Big—you’re so big,” you moaned into his ear.

He reacted immediately, mouth drawn open trying to find your mouth to kiss but instead for your shoulder, “Gonna cum soon pretty girl?”

“Mhm,” you silently mewled, the soft sounds tickling the sweet spot in his ear to the pointer where his hand was pressing into your tailbone and before you knew it you were flipped onto your back. In this new position he reached a deeper level with your legs wrapped around him.

With a few more deep thrusts you were falling apart. Your orgasm hit you in a frenzy, hips twitching over his length feeling your ring of nerves tighten around him.

He ease his cock into you riding out your high but with the way your walls seemed to puffed around him it became too much. It took one more roll of your hips for him to release. He groaned into your ear cumming into the condom, both of you riding the wave for a moment.

After letting you relax around him again Taehyung pulled out gently. You were both covered in a thin layer of sweat but he left tender touches on your shaking thighs moving to lay down next to you. You looked at each other lovingly taking your hand in his kissing your knuckles, “Was that too much?”

You shook your head no in response before turning on your side, “Come here.”

He scooted closer lifting an arm for you to crawl under and wrapped around you holding you to his chest. Taehyung felt like he could think properly again, more clearly and not as lust filled. He stayed quiet for a moment trying to unravel all the details of what you’d told him earlier.

“We did things backwards,” he sighed, his tone was light almost teasing, “I was supposed to take you out to dinner first.”

“What about breakfast?” You asked. He made a face in thought before smiling, squeezing you a little, “Breakfast works.”

You snuggled into him some more as he held you closely. He played with the hand he still held, the one he kissed, intertwining your fingers then separating them only to do it all over again. You couldn’t help but smile at a certain thought, “I thought you were supposed to be mean and hard to approach but you weren’t ever like that with me.”

“Maybe I just liked you since the beginning,” he shrugged not bothering to confirm nor deny the rumors. He was just a private person and he felt comfortable around you enough to open it. He’d been attracted to you all along even when you tried getting him with So Hyun.

And it really was you all along. He still kept his guard up around everyone else and he doesn’t see that changing. If anything he’ll probably distance himself further from people interested him. He wants to respect you and the future of your relationship.

“Just so we’re clear too, no more trying to set me up with your friends,” he said teasingly but serious at the same time, “Because I’m yours, nobody else’s.”

“Am I yours too?” You looked up at him with rounded sparkly eyes. He kissed the tip of your nose, “And nobody else’s.”

You completely missed the ringing of your phone that was left in the living. The text from So Hyun that went unnoticed.

sohyun: I’m sorry for being mean

sohyun: I don’t want us arguing and if y’all like each other I can’t be mad

sohyun: ur my best friend and I luv u

sohyun: ps Jungkook told me u were with taehyung

sohyun: I’m jealous but also :’) happy for u

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a/n alright so this isn’t really angsty. I’ve been writing that too much :p

after story reflection: Tae is very much so a tsundere to ppl he’s not close with. you and so hyun are still friends but Tae doesn’t fully trust her bc he doesn’t want to see u get hurt. he is nice to her only for u tho

also we love support jk and jhope who are really just here for their friends and are observers who gas you up when ur insecure

fun fact: I also used to be a barista and honestly such a fun job

I keep writing college au’s even tho I’m a college dropout lmao

y’all the smut was kinda long and it’s funny bc I was writing it while watching the last change days episode 😭💀 like half the time I didn’t even know what I was typing I was just going with the flow

tagged: @here4btsfics @blue-creative-energy

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HEY !! HEY YOU, YEAH YOU!! remember to give these authors and the fics all the love they deserve! if u liked what u read, reblog it or comment or send in an ask !! cool, ty <3

a/n: hihi everyone! again, i wanted to extend my appreciation to all my fellow writers with this post (ik it's not a lot compared to how much all y'all do 😔), but if you'd like more fic recs, pls do check out my other blog @luv-beam!

**NOTE: lol 🤡 i do apologize if my bias(es) show per group !! i love every member of every group but some rot my brain a little more than others 🤧😭 i also haven't done a lot of reading lately ,,, this is an accumulation of like three months

NCT

his same, old, safe bet (jeong jaehyun) — @jaehunnyy

not finished just yet but it's off to a brilliant start !! we love yn's "bitch who r u" attitude toward jae lmaoo

swiper no swiping (lee donghyuck) — @xosimo

I WAS SWOOOOONING like omg hyuck is so attractive pls and just the unfolding of events and the build up? yes.

inevitable (na jaemin) — @korijime

dude the vibes r so immaculate in this piece, like the soft sort of atmosphere and the low-key confession style mwah

SVT

11:23pm (kwon soonyoung) — @xuhuihuis / @.maiademia

okay i admit i'm a little obsessed w this (maybe cuz it was my request so i must promote) but it was also written so well and hoshi is so nOm

love on the air (hong jisoo) — @suhnshinehaos

joshua hong 😔✨ ugh such a romantic,, both of them r two idiots in love but isn't that one of the best tropes?

pocket money (choi seungcheol) — @ethereal-engene

found this realistic in a good way!! cheol would be so cute all flustered and he *would* catch non-carat eyes too no doubt 👀👀

the way seventeen breaks your heart (performance unit) — @moonsolie

broke my heart </3 into seventeen+ pieces </3 if i love angst, then this was my ride or die

i less than three you (xu minghao) — @junshine (they deactivated unfortunately :( but i'll link my reblog!)

although op deactivated, pls do continue to read and enjoy their work :') it was so well written and i loved it so much

"i'm here. it's ok. you can cry. i've got you." (kwon soonyoung) — @holdinbacksecrets

comfort to the max ; i cannot tell u enough how much i loved this like ,, oh god i found this when i was not in a good spot and it just made me feel ,, seen?

order up (yoon jeonghan) — @leejungchans

my love for trickster jeonghan is thru the roof 😔😭 this was so so cute (and funny watching jeonghan not get the reaction he wanted skcjdj)

vernon heist au (chwe hansol) — @freakyfriedrice

i LOVED the uncharted movie and to be blessed with this au ?! like dream come true omg i loved this beyond words ; flustered vernon >>>>

TXT : i'm sorry txtblr i was and am in a beomgyu crisis.

nap of a star (choi beomgyu) — @blue-jisungs

omg literally mE WHEN?! (´Д⊂ヽ soft moment to the soundtrack of clownery, my favorite </3 u know u like them gyu õ_ó

8:55pm (choi beomgyu) — @4ure2

dUUDE the imagery in this one? i felt so many things, and this man goes and says this 😔 denial fr but sighs ,, that's love ig

balance game (choi beomgyu) — @yeonjunszn

low-key down bad for this trope, like /bruh/ u like ur best friend?? own it?? ; also this is funny asf even tho beomyn r lichrally dumbasses 🤕🤕

2:37am (choi beomgyu) — @ijhyo

now THIS was simply UNCALLED FOR my heart cannot take this like goodbye. this is all i want.

SKZ

king candy (han jisung) — @petrichor-han

how can i not put this hanji fic on here õ_ó READ IT, it's so cute and a holiday staple for me atp

poisoned fangs (kim seungmin) — @petrichor-han

i have so much to read from rain's m.list and i don't often read like horror-ish things? but i thoroughly enjoyed this one (i also have a weird thing for morbid reads 🤡)

probably up (bang chan) — @loveliestfelix

why we love christopher bang chan (´Д⊂ヽ ugh there was something so warm, mellow, and comfortable about this one and the ambiguity of potential lovers was also super refreshing

6:26pm (bang chan) — @daydreaminskz

i've actually never seen this kind of situation written before, and tbh i'm so here for it like the domesticity and chan being cute as always (i'm sorry but i might have laughed when he fell 😭💀)

10:43am (lee minho) — @cleyellow-wood

i honestly really love how this was written, like there was something abt op's style and the way lino was portrayed as well that hits the spot

tag, you're it (lee felix) — @loveliestfelix

read the warning so u aren't too surprised, but u will still need a box of tissues ; literally sHivers from this one

ENHA : lmao let's not talk abt my jungwon brainrot either 🤡

you're mine (yang jungwon) — @goldenhypen

em's stuff always makes me like 2489292x more delulu that's a fact like it's short but too sweet i 😔

bookmark (park jongseong) — @crystalsoobin

so so dang cute — even if he did call reader a nerd ig 🤕🤕

kisses nonstop (yang jungwon) — @goldenhypen

this woman posted this on my birthday as if it would not sHOOT ME THRU THE HEART ?!? LIKE U EXPECT ME TO BE OKAY AFTER THIS??

closer (yang jungwon) — @palajae

tbh read this during physics and i am not ashamed bc it was so cute and the pacing was mwah and oh god yANG JUNGWON (´Д⊂ヽ

ATZ

midnight kiss (kim hongjoong) — @i-write-some-stuff

i love whump aus part 28472993 OP U WROTE HONGJOONG SO WELL AND SO AHHHHH

11:54pm (choi san) — @stayarmytinyzenmoa-l

i will say this again and again but this lives in my brain rent free and i need to stalk crys' masterlists once i have the time 😔

june+july fic recs

✂ txt as my favorite romance tropes

hello! this is my first work, i had no idea it would take me so long to set everything up lolol. 

anywho! each txt member will have a fluffy trope and each will have their own confession scenario. (i totally went overboard w yeonjun’s and beomgyu’s)

fluffy and cliche tropes, gn!reader, use of profanity 

ღ yeonjun, older sibling’s friend/older childhood friend

♫ playing now : i wait by day6 & but you by ikon

yeonjun gives off that protective mentor type vibe

you and him would have grown up together

making his feelings seem 10x more awkward (in his eyes at least)

he went from thinking you were some little sibling to him, to an attractive person overnight it seems

he would never ever try anything until you were both adults, though even after you turned 18, he didn’t do jack shit

if you have an older sibling, they would’ve AUTOMATICALLY caught on once yeonjun and them got into high school

“ayo, why do you keep wanting to hang out at my house anyway?”

“… no comment..?”

naH because this man started giving you the cold shoulder when he hit high school

“why?”, you may ask

well because he was afraid if he saw you smile at him, he’d fall even deeper

at that point in his life, having you scowl at him was better

man was patient for a lifetime (to him at least)

he was always looking for a hint from you, just one hint!

the hint came to him on your 20th birthday

 when it was your 20th birthday, guess who was the first to wish you happy bday at 12:00 am? ding ding, it was mr. choi yeonjun. it was a heartfelt message, one that felt more sentimental than past years, for whatever reason.

 “happy birthday y/n. you’re already 20, that’s insane. feels like just yesterday you were hiding behind me because the lights were off in your house. i hope i have been a good friend and role model to you this whole time. i’ll see you later today.

yeonjun :)”

 the reason why it felt so sad? yeonjun was giving up on you. you had given him no hints, and yeonjun had to accept that maybe it wasn’t meant to be. maybe your age gap was too large for you. 

 then it was time for your bday party, yeonjun wanted to go out with a bang. he wore a nice black shirt with fitting black jeans, he had recently dyed his hair an ashy gray, so his look was very low maintenance but effective. his heart pounded as he drove to your place with care, your presents secured in his passenger seat. even though he was a complete mess on the inside, a smile was plastered on his face, never leaving.

 then he saw you, all dolled and tidied up for your birthday party. you had opened the door for him, exclaiming that he was the first one there, he expected no less. your smile calmed his hyperventilating heart, your eyes that eagerly surveyed your presents in his hand seemed to hypnotize him. your sweet voice thanking him for coming repeated in his head long after greetings were done. he was totally whipped.

 he watched as you (cutely) scurried around, trying to make sure everything is absolutely perfect for your other guests. 

“you came so early, you know, i wasn’t ready!” you whined, a pout forming on your lips.

 he apologized with no real sincerity, he was glad only he could see you like this, all flustered and worried. when you felt fully satisfied, you walked back to him, he was sprawled on the couch, his phone holding his attention. he could feel your gaze on him almost instantly, and locked eyes with you, his phone not leaving his hands.

“all done?” yeonjun asked, sitting up fully.

“yeah, do you like it?” you replied, your eyes lighting up like stars.

 his eyes took a quick swipe of the living room, the decorations were in no way fancy or perfect, but it was just so you that he couldn’t help but love it. a smile crept onto his face, and he turned to you. he was about to compliment you when he was taken aback by the expecting look on your face. your eyes were wide and a small but noticeable smile was on that face he loved. he found himself stumbling over his words as he scratched the back of his neck.

“yeah uh, i like the decorations, they’re..um..very cute,” he said, looking away. 

 his face was heating up, god, the things you do to his heart. he heard you giggle in satisfaction, your warmth leaving his perimeter. 

this bday party was going to be so fucking dangerous. 

 when it was time for you to open the presents, yeonjun stood off to the side, not wanting to get too close to the crowd, just incase anyone could hear his heart pound from anxiety. he drowned out everything but your voice, and he was just waiting for you to say his name.

“whose gift is this? oh! yeonjun!” 

 his ears perked up like a cat’s, and he peered over your guests’ shoulders, and he saw you unwrapping your gifts. he had gone all out, spending well over $70 for all your gifts. he really wanted to make sure you wouldn’t forget him. he swore he could’ve died happy when he saw the gigantic smile on your face, one that meant that he did a good job. 

 a sour taste erupted in his mouth, thoughts of you smiling for anyone other than him invaded his mind. however he knew he couldn’t think that way, you weren’t an object for him to own, but he just wanted to clip your wings so that you couldn’t fly away.

 he doesn’t know how he got there, but he found himself standing alone outside your house, the party still raging on. he sat on the space in front of your door, thinking that this might be the last time he ever gets to do this. he always though that the sky looked prettier when he looked at it from your door. the front door was slightly ajar, just enough so yeonjun wouldn’t have to worry about being locked out. he heard the door slightly creak open, and he turned to see you peaking through the doorway.

“oh it’s just you, i was worried because the front door was open. what are you doing here all alone?” you asked, coming to sit down next to him. 

 words couldn’t form in his mouth, he just stared at your face. the face he had grown to love over the many years he’s known you, the face that he would wipe tears off of when someone had dared to hurt you, the face he would think of when he was stressed out, the face he loved so dearly. he wanted to respond to your question, but his throat choked up and he found himself tearing up.

“hey y/n?”

“yeah?”

“would you miss me if i moved away?”

“what kind of a question is that?! of course i would! you’re one of my closest friends.”

“friend..”

 now you were worried, he wasn’t thinking of actually moving right? he looked up at you and all he could see was your lips, he did want to go out with a bang. suddenly all you could hear was the beating of your hearts. 

“i like you, y/n. i’ve liked you for years now,” yeonjun said, looking into your eyes for a hint once more.

 you smiled and held his face.

“kiss me then.”

ღ soobin, secret admirer (the simp who won)

♫ playing now : chocolate by day6

i definitely see soobin as a really attentive person

someone who will study the person he likes so he can make them the happiest if they were to date

he was your classmate in one of your classes, and you only talked to him because of a school project

but, let’s be honest, you probably thought he was cute even before that

because, LOOK AT HIM

after that school project, soobin probably fell hella hard

(sorry to my fellow lazy and shy folks) i feel like he would only fall for you if you were either someone who took initiative or who did your part well

i see him as someone who wants an independent but kind partner

BUT, let’s just say he fell for you no matter what you are

he would start to say good morning/afternoon to you everyday

and you also started getting presents on/in your desk or in your locker

he would listen to you talk to your friends and look at what snacks you would bring, just so he could buy things for you

he would get you a lot of sweets if you like them!

he’s really shy so i feel like he would doubt his abilities to win you over head-on :(

but he’s also not good at hiding shit

like he would give away so many hints without even knowing it

like atp everyone in the class knows, soobin can’t be slick to save his life

he would accidently drop the receipts for things he bought on the floor, RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU, and walk away like nothing happened

needless to say, you caught on quick :)

 the bell rang, signaling that class was over, and you heard your classmates sigh in relief. you held a chocolate bar that you had found on your desk from your secret admirer and you felt it slowly melt from your hand’s heat. your classmates started to stand up as the teacher dismissed you all, your seatmate, soobin stood up rather fast; it looked like he was really eager to get home. as he stood up to leave, you saw something drop from his pant’s pocket, it was white and looked clumped up together. you left your seat to pick it up, your nosy self uncrumpled it to see what it was; only to see multiple receipts of things you recognized. chocolate bars, flowers, cards? you stared a bit harder before you realized. you chuckled, only soobin would be so clumsy as to expose himself.

“soobin! you dropped something,” you said, making his ears perk up.

 he turned around and you saw his face drop. you felt really bad as you could the panic from across the classroom.

“u-uh, thank you! i don’t need those anymore, i’m gonna go!” he yelled, running out of the classroom in a frenzy.

 you giggled slightly, standing up to see if you could catch him before he left the building. 

 you managed to catch up to him before he left through the front doors, and grabbed his arm.

“soobin let’s talk-”

“no! i already know what you’re going to say, i…i’m not good enough for you,” soobin said, slight sniffles coming from him.

 you smiled, tugging his arm a bit harder. 

“you can’t put words in my mouth soobin,” you said, looking at him straight in the eye.

 he tried to stammer protests, but his body was jell-o the second you touched his arm. he could only helplessly follow you, like a moth to a flame. you stopped once you guys were somewhere where no one was around, you sighed as you watched him wipe his tears.

“were you the one giving me those gifts?” you asked.

 he looked away as he nodded shyly.

“i like you too soobin, so please look at me,” you said, smiling as he turned his head around quickly.

“really?!” he exclaimed, his eyes brightening.

 you nodded and got the wind absolutely knocked out of you as he hugged you vigorously, he definitely forgot he was a 6′1′’ giant. 

ღ beomgyu, bringing strangers together because of a secret (think maid-sama)

♫ playing now : stereotype by stayc & after school by weeekly

ok so we know that beomgyu was in a band predebut

now what if we think of an au where he was in an underground rock band, like delinquent level

you and your classmates see him as that one guy who could potentially be considered a “quiet kid” with his long hair and all

for context i’m basing this off of lovesong!beomgyu

he ignored the teacher when asked to introduce himself on the first day so none of yall knew his name until the teacher called on him a week later

i know that beomgyu is extremely hyper, but let’s pretend he’s not bc he’s not comfortable w his classmates yet (well, gyu, you never WILL be if you don’t try but ok!)

you kinda forgot he was in your class ngl

mans does not talk at all 

one day you were hanging out with some friends after school and one of your friends suggested you try and sneak into a band’s show 

and of course you all loveeee bad ideas!

the band you guys chose was a rock band that had a guy on the cover of the poster

he had long messy hair and only the bottom half of his face was showing

he was smiling and his smile was hot to you so that’s why you chose it-

when you guys did manage to sneak in, you looked at the stage and immediately regretted your decision

was-

was that fucking beomgyu?!

the loner?!

the quiet kid?!

you wanted to nope out of there but most of your friends wanted to stay because they thought the band members were attractive

“noooo you don’t understand that’s my classm-”

you looked up and beomgyu was staring at you like (⊙o⊙)

“FUCKKKK”

 the music was blaring as your friends tugged you through the crowd, getting closer to the stage. for some reason, your heart was fluttering as you heard a husky voice sing, it was beomgyu. his eyes never left you even as he sang, he smiled and all your friends started freaking out.

“omg omg, did you see that! he’s staring right at us!” 

 you felt your face going red as you quietly left your friends, you weaved through the sea of cheering people, making it to a bathroom. you opened the door and walked in, the band’s sound even made it to the bathroom but you could still make out some noises in the stalls. 

“no way.”

 people were actually fucking in the bathroom stalls. you booked it out of there so fast you could’ve beat usain bolt. you crouched down next to the door and put a hand over your chest to calm your nerves. this place does not fit me at all, how does he handle this?? you did deep breaths as you walked slowly back to the main stage, only to be stopped by a guy in a black hoodie. 

“hey you’re pretty cute, you come here often?” he said, inching closer to you.

 you shook your head as you tried to walk past him, only to feel his hand on your shoulder. he gripped your shoulder tightly and you were about to slap his hand away when suddenly you felt someone pull you away. you looked up to thank your savior and locked eyes with beomgyu. he looked at you and his eyes ran over your face to see any signs of injuries, when he found none he smiled and looked back at the guy who tried to hit on you.

“how about you don’t grab one of my fans?” beomgyu said, pushing the guy back. 

 i’m not even your fan but okay beomgyu. the guy put his hands up in defeat as he walked past the two of you, and you got the chance to be alone with beomgyu. his hands were still protectively wrapped around your shoulders.

“…please don’t tell anyone you saw me here,” beomgyu said, looking at you with pleading eyes.

“i didn’t even think of reporting you, don’t worry. i think it’s cool that you have a hobby like this, even though our school banned, you know, going to a club with alcohol,” you replied, watching as the tension released from his body.

“thank you, thank you so much y/n,” he bowed and then released his grip on you. 

 for the next coming weeks, beomgyu started to talk to you. he would come up to you at lunch to ask you if you wanted to eat together, to which you always said “yes, but what do i get out of it?”. the decided deal was he would sing for you and you would eat with him. you grew to love his voice, and you always brought an extra water bottle for him just incase his throat got dry.

 one day he handed you a flyer for his band’s next show. the flyer had half of his face once again, and he was pointing at the camera with that same smile you had grown to admire.

“can you come by yourself..?” he asked, looking away.

“sure thing.”

“just make sure to come a little earlier than the time written down there. ok?”

 you nodded as he turned around and walked off, with a little bit more pep in his step. he was glad that he had finally made a friend. 

 when you walked in, you handed the bouncer the flyer beomgyu had given you and the bouncer smiled at you knowingly. you gave the bouncer a confused look and they leaned into your ear.

“so you’re the person he keeps talking about!”

“..wha..?”

 the bouncer merely ushered you inside, and you were greeted with the sound of the band tuning their instruments. you walked up to the stage and beomgyu looked at you with surprise.

“what? you didn’t think i would come?” you asked.

“no! i never said that! you just look good that’s all,” he said, flustering you a bit.

“so i didn’t before?”

 he let out a groan before he put down his guitar and hopped the stage to talk to you face to face. 

“i hope you listen closely tonight.”

“why?”

 he smiled, more bright than he did at school, and put his hand on his neck.

“i just worked really hard is all.”

 when the music began, beomgyu was already staring at you HARD. goddamn y/n, you sure are a looker. you sure aren’t dumb, i mean unless you are, but you could tell that this song was going to be for you. his mouth opened and all you could hear was him, him, and him. the crowd’s screams, his member’s voices and instruments, they all suddenly didn’t exist. 

 time sped by so fast, and you couldn’t believe it had already been an hour. the band bowed as the crowd applauded, and you waited for beomgyu to come to you. he leaped off the stage once more, and when he got close enough. you hugged him and your faces were closer than ever. 

“if you couldn’t tell, i like you,” beomgyu said.

ღ taehyun, mr. oblivious/dense and his shy but persistent admirer

♫ playing now : some by soyou & 200% by akmu

taehyun sometimes has this clueless look on his face like

⊙0⊙ or ◉◡◉

that’s why i gave him the mr. oblivious trope

if you like him, i feel like you would have to tell him straight up

flirting or courting him won’t work

so this situation could be similar to nozaki-kun

like he is just so DENSE

you could get down on one knee with a ring, and he’d be like “get up the floor is dirty (✿◠‿◠)”

ok maybe not to that extent but you get the idea

this could go on for like MONTHS, everyone around you guys would be able to tell BUT HIM

he’d think that you’re just really nice!

you give him snacks and walk with him when you see him

you say good morning and good afternoon to him

you give him sprite when you have an extra 

yes it is totally because i bought extra and not because i bought it for you taehyun

it would be going on for sO LONG, like are you ok?? are you a masochist?

honestly i would snap after a while

however, since you’re still shy, this confuses taehyun

like why do you give him gifts and say good morning and such, without sticking around to have a conversation with him?

ngl he probably thinks you’re scared of him or smth

like- he thinks he’s unintentionally intimidating you into giving him gifts n shit LOL

he would start to pity you, he wants to talk to you but you always run away

 you’ve had the biggest crush on taehyun for what feels like eternity, and you have done everything you could to convey your feelings. however, being really shy, the words “i like you” are totally not in your vocabulary. every time you see him, you can only manage a simple greeting and gift before scurrying off. you don’t know how his face looks like when he sees you, as you can’t make eye contact with him. does he smile? is he weirded out? you wish you could look him in the eye and be confident enough to confess. 

 however, your defense began to crumble when taehyun decided to start trying to chase after you. after you said your greetings, taehyun would start to ask you about your day so far, how you were, etc. after he began doing that, you decided the only way to keep your heart from bursting, was to ignore him. no more random gifts, no more greetings, and no more interactions. you were fine admiring him from the sidelines, after all, you had been doing that all this time; what’s the difference? 

 how did you end up in this situation? why was taehyun pinning you against the wall of a café you decided to go to this morning? his left arm was above you, and his right hand was politely at his side. his eyes felt like they were staring into your soul. your face was heating up, it was getting hard to breathe. your heart could only thump-thump it’s life out, trying to keep you up-right so you wouldn’t faint.

“why have you been ignoring me?” taehyun asked.

 what?

“i-ignoring you?” you replied, feeling a bit dumb.

“yeah, you haven’t been saying hi to me at all for the past few weeks! what’s the deal?” he asked, his voice raising slightly in volume.

 you began to curl into yourself, hugging the wall for dear life. if you thought it’d be hard to look into his eyes before, it is basically a death sentence now. he sounded so irate, but so hot. 

“i..i’m sorry,” you uttered.

“sorry? no i don’t want a ‘sorry’, i want you to tell me that you’ll talk to me. am i scary or something?” he continued.

“n-no! you’ll never scare me, i just..assumed..,” you felt your throat seizing up.

 he was so close, you could feel his body heat radiating onto you. 

“assumed what, y/n, don’t blue-ball me now. tell me what i did, and we can work this out,” taehyun said, his voice softening when he realized you look smaller then when he first saw you today.

 you felt his concern, he was concerned, for you? why did he want to bother with you? why did he care so much, so much to the point of hunting you down? why? your mind was going a million places, when suddenly taehyun hugged your waist with his right hand, his heartbeat slowly becoming noticeable to you. you looked at him for the first time ever, and took a deep breath. 

“y-youstartedtryingtotalktomeallofasuddenandigotnervous!” you rambled, squeezing your eyes shut. 

“nervous of what y/n? did you think i was trying to hurt you? i could never hurt someone as cute as you, i mean look at you. you’re curled into yourself darling,” taehyun said, the sweetness dripping from his lips.

 he really had no idea how flirty he was being, did he? you heard him call his guy friends and girl friends ‘darling’ before, so you knew you weren’t special. 

“i was nervous that you would notice i – !” you stopped yourself, sliding down the wall and balling yourself up.

“..lik…ou.”

 your butt was touching the floor now, then you heard taehyun shifting around until he was at the same level as you. you didn’t want to see his facial expression right now.

“what’d you say y/n? please tell me,” he asked.

“ilikeyou,” you whispered, just loud enough for him to hear, “now please leave me alone, i know you don’t like me b-”

 his hand touched the top of your head, and he giggled. 

“you’re so cute angel.” 

“you have to look at me for me to kiss you angel.”

“i know i know, just give me a second.”

 it had been months since you two began dating, and you still didn’t have your first kiss due to your shyness. taehyun decided that on the 3-month mark, you had to let him kiss you (if you said no, then he wouldn’t pressure you, but thankfully you said yes to the plan). 

 now you were sitting on his bed, your head staring at the sheets as taehyun waited for you to look at him like a puppy. since dating him, you realized that taehyun’s love language was physical touch and that you being close to him was important for him to understand that you loved him. 

“take your time angel,” taehyun said, leaning back a tad bit.

 you slowly lifted your head, scanning his entire body, and finally resting on his face. his eyes were expecting you, he smiled as you finally made eye contact. he raised his left hand to caress your face, and he leaned a little closer. his eyes now staring at your lips.

“l-let’s stay like this for a little bit, my heart is pounding too much,” you said, feeling his right hand touch your lower back to bring you closer.

 he hummed in response, and rested his head on your right shoulder, his right hand drawing small circles. he let his left hand fall as he waited patiently, loving the feeling of your warm body touching his. you looked up at the ceiling and realized that you were lucky to find someone who could deal with your shyness, someone who would be okay with just holding hands, or you just sitting next to him. you smiled and tapped taehyun’s shoulder.

“do it.”

“finally.”

ღ huening kai, class clown/social butterfly x student council member

♫ playing now : some by bol4 & attention by newjeans

finally we reached our cutie hyuka

now obviously i don’t know if he’s truly the class clown but his laugh… it RADIATES class clown energy

he IS that class disruption that people want to hate but can’t because he’s so damn cute

probably has students folding for him with his bubbly and humorous personality

but! you being a student council member, you are basically his enemy

someone who’s always trampling on his fun :(

you two probably grew up going to the same schools

he knows who you are and always wants to catch up with you

but you always give him the cold shoulder for whatever reason

you most likely liked him when yall were younger and when you hit high school you wanted to impress him by joining student council

but it backfired because the school needed you to keep up appearances

plus the pressure from your other members :((

yeah you never got the chance to talk to kai once yall began school

it makes him sad to look at you stressing out and losing the sparkle you had when you two were younger

so he tries extra hard to make the class environment happier so when you walk in, you won’t get negative vibes

probably sees you getting scolded by a fellow council member and decides to finally walk up to you and get you to have fun with him

“i asked you to do just one thing! why can’t you do anything right?! god y/n, it’s like you joined student council without getting an education first, why did we get such a dumbass?” 

“i hear what you’re saying, but this is completely inappropriate. if you have a problem with me personally, we can discuss this with our advisor, instead of berating me and embarrassing the entire student council in the public hallway. please go and compose yourself before accusing me of not doing my role.”

 your fellow member stormed off with an eye-roll, and you sighed before turning around to see kai standing there with his eyes wide open.

“wow! you were so cool y/n!” he exclaimed, a smile on his face.

i’m cool..? he thinks i’m cool..? 

“what do you need kai?” you asked, forcing a straight face.

“i just wanted to see if you were ok, i saw that person yelling at you,” kai replied, a pout replacing his smile. 

“well i’m fine, thank you. now please excuse me, i must go home now,” you said, nearing your breaking point.

 nothing seemed to be going right this week, first you fail to do a homework assignment on time, leading to you forgetting about the work your member asked you to do, then you got yelled at in front of multiple students and kai, it really was not your week. you walked into the bathrooms and started to stare at yourself. 

 you joined student council to look cool for kai, but now look at you. heavy eyebags, unkempt hair, lazy school clothes, and no life in your eyes. 

“kai would never want me now..,” you muttered to yourself, mindlessly fixing your wrinkled clothes. 

 you took one more look at yourself, and burst into tears. it was all too much for you. the pressure of keeping up an image, a false image, you wish you could be like kai. he was free and constantly expressing himself in ways you could never think of for yourself. you were jealous of him, you wanted to get the wings you were sure he was gifted. 

 you washed your face lightly and stepped out of the bathroom, and felt a giant force come from your right as someone hugged you with a ton of vigor.

“e-excuse me!” you yelled, looking at your attacker.

 kai merely glanced down at you with 10 peoples’ worth of pity. was..was he listening to you cry? 

“let’s go have fun, y/n, please?”

 turns out his idea of “fun”, was dragging you to an arcade. the whole time, he was urging you to find a game you wanted to play together, but his eyes kept drifting to the stuffie claw game. after playing a few games of your choice, you walked over to the claw machine, staring intently at which one he would like.

“kai, choose one. i’ll try and get it for you,” you said. 

“choose one? i was going to ask you to choose one for yourself..i am the one who invited you after all, but if you insist!” he replied, proceeding to stick his face onto the glass.

 you giggled as he saw his nose sploosh against the glass as he stared at the stuffies with endless child-like curiosity. you knew damn well he would not be able to pick one, so you tapped his shoulder to get him out of his stuffie-drunk state.

“you’re not going to be able to pick just one, i know, let me just get one for you so we can go home,” you said, gently pushing him aside.

 kai pouted but nodded as he watched you get into position. he watched intently as the arm moved to the right, then to the left, and slowly..slowly went down, and grabbed a stuffie that looked just like you. 

“here,” you handed him the stuffie.

 he started to giggle slightly.

“it looks just like you! it has your angry eyes and your cute cheeks!” he said, poking the stuffie all over its face.

 he hugged the stuffie tightly. 

“you should just hug me then. i look just like it anyways,” you said, looking away in embarrassment. 

 a loud gasp came from him, and you got tackled, nearly crashing into the claw machine. 

“ahh i love you! you’re so cute when you talk to me!” kai squealed, hugging you like you were going to disappear.

“you love me?”

 now after you two started dating, kai made an effort to be the most ANNOYING couple ever. 

random hallway tummy rubs?

check.

bursting into your classroom just to say he loves you?

check.

carrying you on his back when you slightly trip?

check. 

being extremely cheesy and cringy?

check, check, and check.

 have fun with this giant ass penguin who probably does not understand personal boundaries.

…and we’re done! this is my first work, and it took me like 2 and a half weeks to finish. :// 

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almost none of my works will be proofread, since i am…really…really lazy.

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the bore next door (j.ww)

Jeon Wonwoo is not dull, nor is he the clean and polite neighbor that your mother assumed he was when she set you up on this awful date. 

or the one where wonwoo takes you home on the first date and renders you unable to walk, hoping to god that you don’t expose him to your parents.

ao3 | minors dni! | kindly leave feedback and reblog, i will kiss your forehead so fucking fast if you do. 

WORDCOUNT― 8.8k

PAIRING― wonwoo x afab reader

CONTENT― strangers to fucking immediately to the possibility of dating later, reader is a teacher but this is not a school setting, mocking and making fun, sneaky sex, flirting and bullying in the same instance, cocky wonwoo, um…they’re kind of competitive in bed

WARNINGS― small mention of other teachers cheating on their spouses (very tiny mention), the resistance of pressure to fall in love/have children

NOTE― I repurposed an old wip for this because putting this mf in the main role hit harder than it should have. that being said, don’t expect me to write men often like this, i just thought it would be neat to make him take control. this is not proof read.

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i like you.

PAIRING ▸ dancer! niki x dancer! reader

GENRE ▸ dancer! au, a2ls, romance, fluff, humor

WORD COUNT ▸ 4.5k

SUMMARY ▸ a collab with one of the best dancers at your studio might not sound too bad. it would’ve been amazing, except for the fact that in the ten years you’ve known nishimura riki, you’ve only spoken a total of two words to your beloved dance partner.  

AKA a try not to be awkward challenge.

NOTES ▸ like one kiss? not proofread, if i missed anything please let me know! // a merry merry christmas to anyone who celebrates it:)))

PLAYING ▸ i like you by post malone (ft doja cat). | series masterlist.

AS THE MUSIC ENDS, THE SOUND OF YOUR HEAVY BREATHING FILLS THE AIR. 

Another day of practice, another day of exhaustion and a lot of sweating. Unbeknownst to you as you wipe your forehead with your shirt, a small group stands outside the door to your practice room, peeking in through the tiny window. 

They whisper in awe after experiencing your performance, just separated by a mere door from a few feet away. Your fluidity, attention to even the tiniest details, the look in your eyes, it was all different. 

No wonder it seemed like you were on another level, separated from the others since the beginning by an invisible barrier known as raw talent and skill. 

The only other ‘one’ like you was Nishimura Riki, or more commonly referred to as Niki. Between all the trainees at your dance company, you two were different. You just stood out the minute you walked into a room. 

If you were being honest, you’ve only interacted with Niki before at the company studio like... once. A total of five minutes in each other’s presence that consisted of bowing politely and greetings before he was called away by his sister. You forgot but probably said something along the lines of “good morning,” or literally anything else that couldn’t have made it any more awkward than it already was. 

That was your first impression of Niki. Before that, you only heard of his impressive skill when you first joined over ten years ago, especially since he was the studio founder’s son. You heard all about how he started dancing when he was three and had kept going since. 

Besides that, most of your time was spent practicing alone and occasionally with friends or instructors. And when competition season came around, it was even worse. 

That was when more than half your day was spent in one of the practice rooms, going over your multiple routines and rehearsing until you physically couldn’t anymore.

Today was no different. The first competition was in about a week and everyone had been on edge. That meant no time to waste on trivial matters like- in your case- watching others dance. 

Your friends understood how seriously you took dancing, because they were the same. Maybe they didn’t have as much passion as you, meaning they weren’t willing to sacrifice as much of their normal lives, but again that was what separated you from the rest.

There were plenty of events and sections that your studio entered in, and you yourself were no different, having entered in numerous ones already. All trainees were busy preparing for competition day, countless routines performed simultaneously. 

A figure coldly pushes past the small crowd of dancers, knocking only once on the door before entering the room you occupied. They whisper in alarm and shock at how urgently he entered. 

You gulp down water, head turning towards the sound from the entrance. You tilt your head in acknowledgment, “Instructor Woo. What’s up?”

The serious expression on his face sends alarms ringing through your body, but you try to keep calm. Maybe you were reading too much into it. Your teacher was always known as the cold and strict type when you first met, but after years your relationship had melted into a respectable junior-senior one. 

“Follow me.” 

Confused, heart rate beginning to pick up, you grab your stuff and follow him, ignoring the fellow bystanders waiting outside the door. 

Once you’ve reached the safety and privacy of his office, you falter. Mainly because you weren’t alone- it wasn’t just the two of you. 

Niki stands there with unreadable look as he  spots you the same time you spot him. Recognition flickers in his eyes for split second before he glances away. 

You cross your arms, barely addressing him. “What’s going on?” 

You give your instructor a purposeful stare as if to say, why in the world were you alone in a room with him and Nishimura Riki?

He sighs, clasping his hands together. “Two dancers who entered in a couple performance just got into a minor accident. They’re on bed rest for at least a week.” 

It was just like him to go straight to the point. You know exactly what he means, but you don’t understand why he’s letting you know.

You frown. “I’m sorry to hear that… but why are you telling us that?”

Niki side-eyes you, mumbling something along the lines of, “isn’t it obvious?” 

You glance at him for a second before returning your attention to Instructor Woo. 

“I apologize for bringing this upon you so late, but we need you two to sub in.” 

No. No one does that. No one is given an event with less than a week to prepare. Especially not, your eyes slide to the boy next to you again, especially not if you had to work with someone who was essentially a stranger to you. 

It’s like your instructor already knew what you were about to say before you opened your mouth, holding up a hand to stop you in your tracks. 

“I know we’re asking for a lot, but you two are the best dancers at the company. That’s a fact. We decided on you two for a reason- because we all know you can pull it off together.” 

You’re speechless while Niki just stands there. With no reaction, Instructor Woo sighs and pulls out his phone. He taps the screen before turning it to show you and Niki. 

Two people, you’re guessing the two that got in the accident, dancing to… 

Havana? 

Immediately, you shake your head. “No. I’m not doing that.” 

He sits up straighter, “You don’t get to make a decision-“

You turn to Niki, “No offense, but I barely know you, and there’s no way we’re dancing to that song together.”

He shrugs, “None taken.” 

“Y/n y/l/n.” At that, you almost shrink. 

“What happened to your professionalism? You have less than a week to learn a new dance, what other choice do you have?”  

Perhaps you should’ve taken the time before to watch Niki dance- even seeing him perform once would’ve helped and provided some familiarity. 

Regardless, the stubbornness in you just tells you that it doesn’t fit your own style, and you don’t want to- you just can’t do a dance if it won’t be executed up to your standards. You won’t ever be satisfied. 

You clench your hands into fists, “I’m sorry but I know I can’t possibly perform that dance as well as I want to in less than a week. Perhaps if I had more time to work on it, then I would agree but I don’t have the luxury, so I can’t. There’s only one other option we have and I’d rather take that risk for a better performance. I’m fully willing to take responsibility if it doesn’t work out.”

For the first time, Niki agrees with you, nodding along to your words. 

Your dance instructor grumbles and you look at Niki before speaking up again. 

“We’ll choose a song and choreograph it ourselves,” your voice sounded much more confident than how much confidence you actually had in yourself. 

He drops his phone on his desk, eyes widen and mouth set in a firm line. “Do you know what you’re saying? A whole new dance in six- technically, five days?” 

And you nod. 

By the end, Instructor Woo has given up and left it to you two to figure things out. You feel grateful for the immense trust he has in you because honestly, you don’t have even close to enough trust in yourself. 

The walk out of his office is silent. In all the times you’ve seen Niki around the company, this is the first time you’ve been so close to him. It’s strange seeing him up close, he was much more defined (and taller) than you thought. 

“Hey, uh,” you say hesitantly, “I just wanted to apologize for saying all that without discussing with you first.” 

Niki recognizes your words with a tiny nod and you bite your lip, unsure if you’re about to regret your next words. 

“If you really want, we can just do the previous dance.” 

But to your surprise, Niki frowns. “No, I’d rather make a new choreography that fits us better too.”

And he sees you smile for the first time. 

You were grateful for the fact that you spent the previous month practicing and getting the hang of your other routines. Only because originally, your plan was to spend the last week leading up to competition day just finalizing moves and reviewing until after the bombshell that Instructor Woo dropped on you and Niki and your plans were mostly scrapped. 

You supposed Niki’s plan was the same, due to one night that you walked into your planned meetings and caught the end of one of his performances. Judging by the slight shine off his skin and heavy breathing, he must’ve been dancing for a while. 

“Hey,” you reply meekly. He gives a short greeting back before focusing back on a certain part of the choreo. As you get your things settled and start warming up, you realize you can’t stand the silence. 

“Are you, uh, ready for competition? Besides our performance together?”

“Yeah. Maybe not as much as I would like but as Woo said, we don’t have a choice.” 

You nod silently. “Then… should we decide on a song?”

“Okay.” 

So far so great, you think internally with a grimace. You knew close to nothing about Niki and now you have to work with him for almost a week straight. Not to forget the fact that you’re almost always the first to speak to him. The long silence was starting to get to your head. 

“Since this is a couple performance…” you inhale, “what kind of song would you rather do?” 

Obviously his preference wasn’t the sensual and slower type, and if it was, it obviously wasn’t a dance he would want to do with a stranger like you (and neither would you). Even so, you could just tell that wasn’t a song he would pick. 

He drums his fingers on the wooden floor, seemingly in deep thought. You forgot he also knew close to nothing about you as well and was probably taking your impression into account. 

“How about Hip hop? RnB?” He looks at you questioningly, and you’re a bit shocked. Was that a lucky guess or did you just have similar styles? 

Niki must’ve noted the look on your face because he scratches the back of his head sheepishly. “Do you not like that?”

You’re quick to shake your head, “No no, that’s not it at all! Actually, I’d prefer to do those.” 

“Oh. Cool.” He smiles thoughtfully to himself, although you miss it. 

You hum, “I like you?”

Niki suddenly shoots up, mouth gaping as he blinks at you. “E-Excuse me? I’m sorry, but I barely know-”

You roll your eyes, becoming a little flustered as you realize the double meaning behind your words. “I-I meant the song, you idiot. Who would suddenly confess like that..” your voice ends in a grumble. 

“It’s i like you by post malone,” your words come out unintentionally louder to get your point across. 

“Ah.” He pauses for a moment before agreeing, ears reddening. “Sure. I like his music.”

Then came the real challenge. Creating a whole new dance from scratch.  

Actually, you wanted to use that song for your own dance but seeing a bit of Niki’s dancing, you realized it would be a good fit for him too. You even brainstormed some moves but thinking about Niki’s reaction made you unsure. 

It’s fine, you reassure yourself. You’ll come up with something,  no matter what. The instructors chose you two for a reason. You needed to trust yourself and your partner. 

You suddenly clap your hands. “Let’s get to it.” 

You prided yourself on making others, especially strangers, comfortable with you. Even if it didn’t seem like it with your usual blank expression and valued independence. Yes you prioritized dance, but time with others was something you enjoyed. Niki wasn’t an exception, except that he was pretty shy by himself. 

It surprised you a little, as from what you’ve heard from others he wasn’t like that at all. Then again, people said he was scary and like an annoying little kid at the same time so you couldn’t form an opinion right off the bat. 

As you mapped out ideas, pieces began to fall into place. That was one of the things you enjoyed most about choreographing your own performance. The satisfaction as parts began to connect and your hard work began to show its efforts, it was the best feeling for you. 

It helped that you two had a lot of experience under your belt- but that didn’t mean it was easy. 

You both fall to the floor, drained. After more than 12 hours spent on experimenting new moves, you check the time. 4am. 

You were used to it but adding on the burden of knowing you had about four and a half days left, your body felt heavier. 

“How far did we get?” You breathe out, eyes closing. 

“Almost one minute.” The sound of his husky voice makes you shiver and your eyes open. He must be tired. 

You sit up, trying to lighten the mood. “Hey, that’s more progress than I thought. We’re almost a third done,” you remind. 

“You’re right.” He groans while sitting up and your forehead creases in concern. 

“Niki, here.” 

You toss him water and he thanks you with surprise evident on his face. “Thanks.” 

“How much sleep did you get?” Although your actions seemed like they were out of concern, you simply didn’t want your partner passing out on the dance floor. Not when you had several more runs to get through.

Niki runs a hand through his hair, “Three hours, maybe? I was practicing and didn’t realize the time…”

His words strike you in gut. Real hard, because you were the exact same. You don’t know the amount of times you had answered in almost the exact same way when others asked you. 

You huff, “Go home and get some sleep, Niki. I want us both to be in our best condition since we have such limited time.”

He lets out a half scoff and half laugh. “You sound just like Instructor Woo. Why should I listen to you?”

“Okay,” you hold out your hand, “I want the water back. I bought it with my own money since the water here tastes like the sewers.”  

He pauses mid gulp and you can’t hold back your laugh. Swallowing, he stares at you indignantly.

“Hey, take that back. Our company water is perfectly fine.” 

You forgot he was the son of the CEO, but that still didn’t change your opinion. You make a sound of disapproval, “I don’t ever see you drinking it.”

Okay, so you got him there. He makes an expression like he’s been caught before breaking out in laughter and you can’t help but join in. 

The song you chose, you think it really united your styles together. That could’ve played a factor in why you and Niki got along quickly. Or the shared pressure that you both felt in order to get this dance executed as close as you could to perfect.

It had only been a few days spent with Niki and yet you could (and would) already consider yourself friends. After 10 years of passing each other in the halls silently, it was suddenly like you knew him all that time.  

Practicing was fun with Niki. He got you. Your humor matched, and the fact that you both learned the choreo quickly lightened a bit of the heavy load off your shoulders and made you less pressured. Countless hours of working hard paid off, making your miniature breaks with him even more worth it. 

To the point you would go out for a treat to reward yourself for the hard work. 

When he suggested ice cream, you gladly agreed. You paid for the both of you as Niki protested, leading to hours of bickering that didn’t stop during your practices. It only ended with a promise of next time, he would get it. 

“I said it was fine, Niki.” 

Your hands are on your hips, lips blowing out exasperated air as you shake your head again. 

You knew he was stubborn but not this stubborn. He rolls over to lay on his stomach, eyes peeking up you. Even when half of his face was covered by his arms, you could see the displeasure written all over his face. 

“You didn’t even let me pay you back!” He childishly objects, kicking his feet off the ground. You bite back a smile, fingers hovering over the play button. 

“Are you done? So we can continue practicing?”

You hear a muffled no as he gets up, warming up his body. 

“I’m not gonna give up,” he reminds as you approach him, getting into position. “Sure,” you agree with a grin, waiting for the countdown. 

“Next time. I’m getting it.” 

Next time? Taken by surprise, you start a second too late, glaring as Niki watches you with an amused yet fond look. You didn’t mean to get flustered but the longer Niki gives you that sly smirk, the harder it is for you to continue going on. When the section ends, you shove him and he snickers. You’re both breathing heavily but with matching smiles on your faces.

“Why were you looking at me like that?”  You try your best to seem annoyed. 

“What do you mean?” The fake clueless shrug makes you narrow your eyes at him. 

“Oh, so now you’re playing innocent?”

“Who was the one that couldn’t focus again?”

It’s because of you, you think silently. 

You weren’t sure if you were the only one that looked forward to working with Niki all day, seeing his face light up and laughing for hours on end until your stomach hurt. 

You really enjoyed seeing the side of him that many others couldn’t see, because it meant you had reached a deeper level. 

It meant Niki trusted you- he trusted you to be a little more vulnerable and show more of himself to you. 

You weren’t sure if you were the only one that felt it. 

With about two days left, you two had been over the routine countless times. As much as you enjoyed the song, you were starting to get sick of hearing it again and again. 

Everyone else at the studio recognized it too. They saw your dedication and time spent together, the younger trainees whispering a lot in awe. 

Even at home in your bed quite late at night, while you were up texting your friends, they noticed it all too. 

Don’t you think you’re spending a lot of time with Niki?

I’ve never seen you around hang someone so much.. 

him neither-

You frown while reading the messages, fingers already flying across the screen to type out a response. Your reasoning? 

You both had an insane drive to win, and if that meant practicing 15 hours a day together, so be it. 

Your friends didn’t believe it. 

hmmmm nah 

We keep hearing that niki never spends this much time with someone else

like, not even with his friends 

You frown. You don’t even know what they’re getting at. With that, you leave their questions on read. 

But those messages stay in the back of your head leading up to the performance. You don’t think it’s a good idea to dwell, all your time and energy needed to be on this final performance and your other ones, and you didn’t want to break the groove. So you hold back. At least, you try to the night before competition day. 

The song ends and you don’t realize how much you’re ready to never listen to this song again. As much as you liked i like you (ironic, you know), the stress and trauma of the whole situation kinda ruined it. 

At least you had Niki to share it with. 

Satisfied with your performance, you look over at him and laugh, holding out a hand for a high five. He easily high-fives you back, grinning in content. 

“Good luck, partner.” 

Your smile unconsciously grows. “Good luck to you tomorrow, too.”

“Don’t sleep too late and stress about it, okay? We got this.” He must see through you and into the anxiety settled in your system since he was the one reassuring you, not the other way around. 

“Yes sir,” you joke. “You too, though,” you add warmly and he nods, almost shy? to the point where you can notice the sudden shift in the air. You cock your head-

“I just wanted to say thank you… and I’m glad that you’re my partner.” 

Your eyes widen at his confession, wandering around before deciding to settle on his shoes. You felt your heart pounding as the texts your friends sent echo in your head. 

“Me too,” you reply softly. 

The day of competition, you feel the familiar jitters in the pit of your stomach. Your duo with Niki came at the end after your solo performances, so you had some time to prepare yourself. 

With all the chaos of calling performers and getting hair and makeup done, you hadn’t seen him at all. But you knew he was going to ace it. You only hoped you would too. 

Your name is called and you exhale. It’s time. 

By the end of your solo performances, you’re exhausted. But you can’t stop now. Ten minutes until you’re supposed to be called for your duo performance and you don’t know where Niki is. You were already dressed and waiting for your partner. 

You asked several people if they saw him but to no avail. Just for a second, you decide to sit down somewhere with free space to rest your tired legs. Competition day was high energy and constantly draining, but that’s what you loved about it. 

“Y/n!” 

Your head whips up, glancing around to find the owner of the voice. Niki pushes past a few people, getting over to you while panting. 

“Niki!” You call out, surprised. 

He stops in his tracks. You say his name again, slightly concerned this time. 

“You look really good.” 

You cough, trying to hide your embarrassment at his sudden compliment. 

“You do too.” 

He fiddles with his hands, biting back a smile. “Thanks. Sorry I was late, my event ended 15 minutes later because of someone who didn’t show.”

You roll your eyes, “That’s sucks- I get it, don’t worry.” Eyes shining, Niki takes a step closer and your mouth falls shut. 

It felt like he was about to say something, probably something important, but you hear your names getting called. You give him a look as if to say, go ahead and say it quickly, but he shakes his head. 

Instead of words, Niki offers a hand and you gladly squeeze it, heart feeling like it was going to burst as you made your way to the stage. 

Showtime.

Needless to say, you aced it. The cheering crowd and endless compliments from your fellow friends and dancers made it even more obvious. You didn’t get much alone time with Niki after the performance, but it was okay because you knew you would see him at the award ceremony.

Even Instructor Woo approached you both, clapping with an impressed look. “No wonder you two are the best, you did not disappoint me. I’m proud of you guys, keep it up.”

You share amused looks with Niki, having already joked and laughed to the point of tears from Woo’s cold persona.  

The hardest part was the time for awards.

As they called out different categories and sections, you zoned out in your seat. How could you not? After a long week of practice, practice, and more practice, your mind flew through the past couple of days. 

Meeting Niki again, getting to know him, adjusting your dancing together, having fun together, stressing together- all in the span of a week. Yet as he sat a few chairs from from you, you realized you didn’t want it to end. 

You wanted to keep doing all those things with him. It felt like you had known each other for years, and besides the fact that most of those years were spent as strangers, you realize your time together was precious- it had just started. Regardless of if you won or not, you didn’t want Niki and you to be strangers again. 

You didn’t want to lose him.

Just as that realization hits you, you hear the announcer call out your and Niki’s section. Your breath hitches as your hands grow clammy. Unbeknownst to you, Niki’s eyes flick over to you. 

“And the first place is…” 

You can hear your heart pounding, blood rushing. In that second, your eyes meet his. Everything without any words, you understand with that single glance. 

You don’t, or do, expect your name to be called, followed by Niki’s. 

Without even thinking about it, you rise up from your seat, fellow trainees and dancers cheering so loud the sound echoed in your head for days after, and even through all of that you can only focus on Niki. 

People get out of the way as your body moves on its own, directing you towards him as he gets closer. Suddenly, you’re engulfed by Niki, his scent filling your nose as he picks you up and spins you around. That’s when you break out of it. 

He’s laughing, you’re smiling. 

“Congrats, partner.”

You laugh brightly, reaching to tussle his hair. “Congrats too. I’m proud of you.” 

His gaze sucks you in- it’s like you can’t even force yourself to look away. You could care less about the surrounding people. 

“Maybe after,” he starts carefully, and you swallow, “after the competition is over- do you wanna like, get out of here?”

A huge wave of relief washes over you. Maybe it’s the relieved pressure of finishing this performance or the way that Niki’s staring at you while biting his lips in what you think is nervousness. 

“I would very much like that,” you pause and Niki looks visibly happier at that compared to just seconds earlier when you two were just announced as the winners. You shyly cough, 

“-and I very much like you.” 

Niki freezes at you abrupt confession. You avoid his stare, swiftly regretting your heat of the moment decision.

Without realizing it in your embarrassment, Niki swoops down to give you a quick peck. Very much in front of your whole company. Gasps and squeals fill the air, unless you just imagined it. 

Now you’re the one taken aback. 

“Me too,” he smirks while murmuring, 

“I like you.” 

Those three words you thought you were sick of didn’t sound too bad coming out of Niki’s mouth.  

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