Kind Regards

kind regards

kind regards — one shot [general masterlist]

this series (and this blog) are 18+ !! minors, please do not interact!!

• changbin x female reader; lee know is briefly featured.

• non idol au. workplace au. rivals to lovers (workplace rivalry). some physical description of mc, drinking, explicit language, explicit smut.

•  smut warnings (spoilers ahead) — dom!changbin, switch! reader, unprotected sex, sex in an empty public space, angry sex, elevator sex, use of pet names, lingerie, praising kink, dirty talk, slight degradation kink, dumbification, throatfucking, creampie.

• word count: 10.5k

Seo Changbin. Every time you get an email from me, you feel your blood boil. What a conceited, terrible human being. You have to work together, but it doesn't mean you have to like him. In fact, you only feel hate towards him. So what if you have no idea what he looks like, so what if you have never met him? Nothing could change your mind about him. Right?

• author’s note: Just a silly little one shot to take our mind off things. I wrote this completely for fun so I hope you can have fun reading it as well! Thank you for being here, sending lots of love your way. ♡

You stare at your computer screen, hoping that if you do it long and hard enough, it will magically conjure up the word you’re looking for. It starts with a g, that much you’re sure of, and it’s an adverb. It’s not gradually. It’s not gaudily. You have right there, on the tip of your tongue, but frustratingly out of reach. 

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. You’ll find it. You’ll find it. 

“Y/N?” 

Your eyes flutter open on your coworker, Gahyeon, who gives you an apologetic smile. 

“Are you okay?” 

“Yeah,” you sigh. “Just can’t find my words today.” 

“Hm,” she nods knowingly. “I hate days like that.” 

You slide a hand through your hair and sit up in your chair. 

“What’s up, Gahyeon?” 

“I just wanted your advice on something…” 

She circles your desk and puts a document on it, asking about the revision of a tricky sentence, offering you a welcome distraction. You discuss it for a few minutes before she heads back to her desk, long hair flowing down her back. You turn back to your screen, ready to get a good amount of work done before you head to lunch. Your fingers dance on your keyboard for a few minutes when you get an email notification.

Immediately, your blood grows hot and you stop typing. The notification shows you who the email is from: Seo Changbin, from marketing. 

You haven’t even opened the email yet but you’re already angry. You know his email will be dripping with his usual passive aggressive tone, blaming you for this and that, asking you to make corrections to something that has already been done and approved. You just know it. The guy is never happy with anything, especially not your work. He’s the only one, though. You work well with your colleagues, and your team manager likes you. You always hand in your work on time. You’re always meticulous. You care about what you do, and you make sure it’s well done. 

But this guy. 

Not long ago, one of his emails angered you so much you almost punched your computer screen. You almost took the elevator to his floor to let him hear a piece of your mind. Luckily for him you have some self-control - and you know he is still your senior in the company. You don’t want to lose your job over some loser who clearly has nothing better to do with his time than bring you down to raise himself up. 

It wasn’t always this way. You’ve worked at this company for years as a translator and never had any major issues with anyone, except for some classic bickering and gossip. Then this guy integrated the marketing department as a star talent and proceeded to make your life a living hell because he, too, spoke several languages and didn’t approve of your phrasing or your choice of words. 

It’s not the tone we are aiming for is the sentence you’ve read the most from him. Sometimes you hear it in your nightmares. 

You really don’t want to open the email, but you have to. Then you can treat yourself to a good lunch. You had planned on just grabbing something from the cafeteria, but you will definitely head out outside. A brie and spinach panini from the cafe next door, perhaps? Maybe even some sushi. 

You inhale slowly and click on your inbox. 

The email starts as usual. Dear Y/LN. It also ends as usual. Looking forward to your collaboration. You clench your fists, imagining they land on his nose and break it in a thousand pieces. The guy is polite - too polite. So polite you also want to break his teeth. You can just feel the arrogance oozing from his words. 

You read the content of the email and take a deep breath. It’s not too bad today, considering, but it still puts you in a bad mood. There is something I would like to suggest, he writes. 

Suggest it to my fist, you arrogant fuck. 

You stare at your screen, your face frozen into an expression of disgust. You hate every single word he uses. You hate that he puts his font just a half a point bigger like he has something to compensate for. You hate the little gray icon next to his name at the top that indicates the jerk still hasn’t uploaded his picture like the company requires. Maybe it’s best you don’t know what he looks like, because then your hate would know absolutely no bounds. 

You work for a big company. So big it occupies multiple floors of a sky-high building, and you’ve probably only met about 5% of the totality of your coworkers. That does not include the marketing team, except for a few faces you can recall from a Christmas party. That department is a floor above you, right on top of your head even, and the thought makes you rage. 

I won’t let you step on me, Seo Changbin. You can burn in hell. 

You imagine he’s a sixty-something year old guy with a fancy suit and a big watch, a family he does not know how to show affection for, and probably a mistress although his dick hasn’t worked properly in years. You just know he’s the sort of man to look down on women, to never say thank you to cashiers and to play golf with his buddies on the weekend. Hell, he’s probably a part of a country club of some kind. 

You’re probably taking all of this too far but you don’t care. 

You need to hate the guy. You want to hate him. It makes it easier.

With a sigh, you quickly reply to him, your tone cold and expeditive as always. You sign with your usual kind regards, words you’ve decided during a lonely night in your apartment after four glasses of wine. Just regards would be too easy, best did not convey your feeling and warm was just gross. Kind - that was perfect. Just the perfect amount of passive aggressiveness that could never be read as just that. 

You close your inbox, inhaling slowly. You’re not going to let the guy ruin your day. You are not. 

You get some more work done and ask Gahyeon if she wants to grab lunch with you. Minho yells from his desk that he’s coming too, so the three of you set off downstairs. 

In the elevator, you complain about the email. Gahyeon shakes her head, although smiling amusingly, and Minho lets out a chuckle as you spit out your murderous intents. 

“What are you laughing at?” you pout. 

“I was just imagining the day you’ll come face to face with the guy,” he says, eyes gleaming mischievously. “I need to witness this moment.” 

“Historical moment,” Gahyeon agrees. 

“It would be best for you to be there,” you reply. “I’ll need help getting rid of the body.” 

Once you’re sitting down with your platter of sushi not long later, you let out a sigh and plop one in your mouth. 

“So, are you guys going to the cocktail party Friday night?” Gahyeon asks you both. 

“You mean the thing with free food and booze?” you reply with a chuckle. “Why the hell would I miss it?” 

Minho shakes his head. “I can’t that night, I’m cat-sitting for a friend.” 

You glance at your friend, but then again, for such a sentence to escape his lips is nothing out of the ordinary. 

“You could bring the cat to the cocktail party,” you suggest.

“And what, put the poor thing on a leash?” Minho glares. 

You let out a laugh. “No leash. Just let it roam free. Hopefully my archnemesis will be there and the cat will scratch his face off.” 

You all laugh over your plates, covering your mouths with your hands so as not to be too loud. It’s a tendency you have - you’ve been warned before about making too much noise in this very restaurant. You love their sushi too much to risk being banned, so you do your best to be discreet. 

“Are you going, Gahyeon?” you ask your friend. 

She nods. “Probably.” 

Minho raises his eyebrows at her. “Hoping Mr Finance Department will be there?” 

Gahyeon blushes slightly. “Well…” 

You slap your hand on her arm, gasping loudly. “Oh my God, that’s still a thing?! I thought you were over him!” 

Minho leans towards you. “It was, but he broke up with Sunglass Girl.” 

“He did?!” 

“And he got a haircut,” Gahyeon whimpers. “I didn’t think it would be possible but he looks even more fucking hot.” 

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me,” you say. 

You put a hand on your friend’s shoulder and look deep inside her hazel eyes. 

“Don’t worry, Gahyeon. I’ll be your wingwoman Friday night.” 

“That’s okay, Y/N…” 

“I promise you to get you close enough to count the beauty marks on his face.” 

“He has two.” 

“I thought just one,” Minho frowns.

“No, two,” Gahyeon assures him. 

“After Friday you can tell us how many he has on his entire body.” 

“Y/N!” Gahyeon cries out, hiding her face.

She can’t stop giggling, though, and neither can you - and as Minho starts to make soft kissing sounds, you all burst out laughing. 

When you settle at your desk for the afternoon, later that day, you’ve almost forgotten about your work nemesis. Almost.

Kind regards.

Changbin lets out a scoff, scrunching his nose in front of his screen. Kind regards. He’s not an idiot. He can read between the lines. He knows exactly what that means, and it’s kindly fuck off. 

He’s not annoyed by it. Changbin knows better than to let things like that get to him. No, he’s definitely not annoyed. 

He just hates your guts. 

Before he closes your answer to his email, he catches a glimpse of your picture, right there, next to your name. It’s so small he can barely trace your features, but in a previous moment of weakness he opened the picture so it would be bigger and saw you almost too well. 

Wide doe eyes. Full lips. Smiling almost cheekily to the camera, wearing a black turtleneck. Wispy bangs grazing your forehead. Simple gold loop earrings. A faint white scar on the right side of your nose, probably from your childhood. 

Yeah. He might have looked at the picture a few times. 

It was just to get to know his enemy better, he swore to himself. That way, he had an advantage over you - he knew what you looked like, but you had no idea who he was. You could meet him in the elevator or the cafeteria and you would have no idea - but he would. It happened once. He saw you in the main hall of the building one morning, holding a coffee and wearing headphones. You were bobbing your head to the music, completely oblivious to the rest of the world. He tried really hard not to stare, but it was beyond him - luckily, you didn’t even notice him. 

Why would you, anyway? Thousands of people work in the company, hundreds of them wearing plain black suits like he does. Once Changbin understood that, he knew one day it would come to his advantage. He’s just waiting for the right moment. It will come. He just has to be patient - which has never been his strength, but for you, he trusts it will be worth it.

He takes the last bite out of his sandwich - homemade - and leans back on his chair. If only he could deal with someone else, if only you weren’t the translator assigned to his projects 90% of the time. At one point it started to feel like a joke, so much he wondered if someone was doing it on purpose. Your pettiness, your rude tone, it all rubbed off on him in all the wrong ways. He doesn’t do well with games and smugness, so you’re really testing his patience. Getting on his last nerve isn’t even covering it. Passive aggressive emails are starting to not be enough to convey his point. The fact that you’re pretty? It makes it even worse. You’re probably just a princess that thinks everything should be handed to her. He’s going to need to make himself very clear.

He just doesn’t know how. 

Of course it’s on his mind all day, and it pisses him off even more that he can’t focus on work because of you. You might be pretty but right now, for Changbin, you’re the devil incarnate and he needs to exorcize you out of his mind. Luckily, he has his gym bag with him so he can head right there after work. Small blessings.

At six o’clock, Changbin stands from his desk, gets his things and heads to the elevator. Many people have already left, which is why he likes to finish his day at six - it’s much quieter in the building and the subway. His briefcase in a hand, his gym bag on his shoulder, he gets in the elevator and sighs. A part of him just wants to get home, and another dreads the silence of his apartment. 

The elevator stops on the 11th floor - your floor. 

The chances for you to step in the elevator are slim, but present, so Changbin tenses a little, just in case. Good thing he does, because there you appear. Wearing a skirt and knee-high boots, your jacket around your arm, clutching your phone. His heartbeat immediately accelerates, and he has to violently remind himself that while he knows exactly who you are, you don’t. 

You step inside the elevator, giving him a small nod, and push the button for the main floor. 

It’s very silent. Changbin can’t help but glance at you - but you do the same at the same time, so both of you quickly look away. Leaning against the back of the elevator, you are pinching your lips, and you keep glancing at him. Changbin is more tense than he has ever been, keeping a solid frown on his face, his joints getting white at how tight he’s holding his briefcase. 

You pull out your phone and start texting frenetically. He keeps his eyes in front of him, hoping that the elevator would just stop to let somebody else in, but it’s well on its way to the main floor without interruption. He glares at you when you snicker at your phone. Are you talking about him? Are you making fun of him? 

He breathes out. Calm the fuck down. 

You have no idea who he is. 

And maybe it’s exactly why you are smiling like you are, stealing a few more glances. You’re not flirting, but he can feel it off you - if the context was different, you might have been. He’s trying very hard not to think about the fact that you smell really good. That your eyeliner is perfectly curved at the corner of your eyes, that he has a soft spot for knee-high boots. 

So as to set his mind right, Changbin recalls to his mind the email you sent him today, and all the ones before. All the arrogance and rudeness, all the times he wanted to punch a wall or yell at you. That makes it easier, just a little bit. 

The elevator finally pings at the main floor and he briskly gestures for you to get out first. You give him a cute smile.

“Thanks,” you say, your voice dripping like honey. “Have a good evening.” 

Changbin clenches his jaw and does not answer. You don’t seem bothered though, as you walk away with a spring in your step. Fortunately, you head towards the street, not the subway, and he lets out a sigh of relief. Truly, small blessings. 

You stare at your closet and let out a long sigh. It’s not that you don’t have anything to wear, of course, but there’s just nothing you want to wear. You don’t care about impressing or seducing anyone, you just want to dress up for yourself, to feel good even just for a little while. 

You hesitate but eventually settle on a simple black cocktail dress you adore because it’s extremely comfortable and has pockets. You slip it on, wearing only your golden hoops as your jewelry, and let your hair down. It would do just fine. 

Gahyeon is waiting for you outside your building, which is only a few minutes walk away from the office. She looks insanely good in a red dress and matching lipstick, and you shower her in compliments. You make it to the building quickly, showing your identification to the security guard. The lobby is already quite busy with people from all departments, who are sipping champagne and catching up.

You and Gahyeon get a drink from the open bar, looking for Mr Finance Department in the crowd. Luckily, your friend has a radar for him and she spots him by the windows standing with his colleagues. He has gotten a haircut, and the short hair gives him an edgier look that really suits him. 

“All right,” you say, holding your friend’s shoulders. “You remember the plan?” 

Gahyeon nods. “Walk up to him, say hello, be myself.” 

“And, what else?” 

“Be direct.” 

You hold up a palm so Gahyeon can high five you, and she sets off towards her crush, nervously playing with the strip of her handbag. You look at her go, trying not to squeal as you watch the guy turn to her and give her a sincere smile. From what you can see, although you can’t hear, they seem to be hitting it off. You feel a rush of pride, like your evening’s work has already been done. Now you can just let Gahyeon enjoy herself, have a few drinks, and go home in peace. 

You head towards a quieter spot, considering going out to the terrace to enjoy the evening breeze when a familiar face stops you in your tracks.

“Oh, Y/N, long time no see.” 

It’s your boss - not the boss boss, but high enough on the company hierarchy so that he is not the kind of person you can’t ignore. You give him a polite smile although you’re not really in the mood for small talk. 

“How are you, sir? It’s good to see you.”

“Likewise, likewise. Now I wanted to mention to you the…” 

He starts talking to you about a recent project that he wants to expand, and you nod at him, listening more or less intently - and that’s when you notice the guy standing next to him. 

His black hair is slightly combed back, small strands falling back on his forehead. He’s dressed all in black, his shirt without a tie, and there’s an elegant, discreet watch on his wrist. He just emanates charisma. 

Sexy Elevator Guy. 

That’s the unoriginal nickname Minho gave him in your group chat when you told your friends about your encounter with a mysterious, brooding stranger in the elevator. 

All week you hoped to see him again, although you never really counted on it. You didn’t even know if he worked at the company - maybe he was just a visitor. But from his attire and the fact that he is standing next to your boss, you can guess he’s your colleague.

How delightful. 

Your boss seems to notice he hasn’t introduced you, and so he points at the guy, who has been staring at you since you appeared. 

“Oh, but you two must know each other, right?” your boss says. “Don’t you work together?” 

You frown. “Hm, I’m not sure..”

“Sure, we do,” the guy answers. 

You look at him in surprise and confusion. This smile - it really does look like he knows you. Is it because of the elevator? You don’t understand. 

“How delightful to finally meet you, Y/LN,” he continues, and your blood gets boiling hot. “Seo Changbin, from Marketing.” 

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, no.

Your heart drops at the bottom of your chest as you stare at him. Does he know who you are? He has to, smiling proudly as he is. You’re too shocked to feel angry, but you know it’s coming. 

“I -” you stutter. “I’m not -”

“Can you believe this, sir?” he laughs. “We’ve been exchanging emails for months but we’ve never met.” 

“Yes,” your boss nods, “well, that’s what happens with such big companies.” 

The two of them keep talking but you completely lose track, your eyes fixated on him. Seo Changbin. He is your nemesis? He is looking forward to your collaboration guy? You can’t believe it.

Yet you have to face it.

That’s him. Seo Changbin.

The guy you’ve been hating and insulting and plotting to murder.

He’s standing in front of you - and he is also Sexy Elevator Guy. 

No fucking way. 

“Excuse me,” you mutter and walk away without another look. 

You don’t care that you’ll come off as rude - you need some air. A lot of it, actually. You head directly to the terrace, stare up at the dark sky and inhale deeply. You feel dizzy, the wine coming up your throat. 

You can’t believe what just happened. It’s one thing to discover his identity - but you can’t get over the fact that he clearly knew who you were. He is playing with you. He’s had the upper hand this entire time. Of course he does, you realize. His picture isn’t on his profile, but yours is. How dumb you are.

Your eyes fixated on the horizon, you let out a bitter laugh. What a fucking dick. What an enormous piece of shit. You clench your fists, ready to go back in and punch him in the balls for humiliating you like that. Your physical idea of him might’ve been completely wrong, but it clearly wasn’t in terms of personality. 

“Here.” 

At the sound of his voice, you spin on your heels, ready to spit venom - but he’s no longer smiling. His eyes are dark, his face serious, and he’s handing you a glass of white wine. 

“Noticed that’s what you were drinking earlier,” he explains. 

You squint your eyes at him. 

“Get the fuck away from me,” you hiss. 

He sighs, looking at you as if he is disappointed. 

“C’mon, now. Now that the cat’s out of the bag, maybe we can be professional adults about this?”

“Excuse me?!” 

“I’m talking about the attitude,” he says, raising an eyebrow nonchalantly. “We don’t like each other, and that’s fine. I don’t care, I don’t need to like you. But I’m tired of working with you feeling like a fight.” 

It’s like you sober up all at once, fixating on him a dark glare. 

“I don’t think I’m the problem here,” you spit out. “You came in and started criticizing my work like I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ve been working here longer than you.” 

“I’m still your superior,” he replies, taking a step towards you. “Whatever I say goes.” 

“You don’t have to be a dick about it.” 

“I’ve always been polite.”

“Polite, my ass. You’ve been looking down at me ever since your first email. I’m not stupid, don’t talk to me as if I am.” 

“If only you did what is expected -” 

You bark out a laugh, shaking your head. He stops.

“You did not just say that.” 

He squints his eyes and exhales deeply. “All I mean is, it doesn’t have to be that difficult. Just make the damn changes.”

“I do,” you hiss. “But you could ask for them a little bit more nicely.” 

“What, do you want every single email to come with a bouquet of flowers and a serenade? I have better things to do.” 

“You’re such a patronizing asshole.”

“And all you do is insult me. Why can’t you act like an adult for once?” 

“You know nothing about me.”

“I know enough.”

You take a deep breath. It feels like arguing with a wall - clearly, there is nothing to be done, and really, nothing to say. You just don’t get along, and that will be the end of it. You suddenly feel tired. You take the glass of wine from his hand. 

“Here’s one more insult for the road: fuck you.” 

You just want to go back inside, finish your drink and get home, but Changbin grabs your upper arm as you’re starting to walk away. He doesn’t do it gently, but it’s not rough either - you look up at him with spite. 

Or you try. 

Because Changbin is so very terribly your type, smells wonderful, and has the kind of voice to get anyone weak in the knees. 

Focus, woman.

“What?” you hiss.

“This conversation is not over.” 

“Oh, I think it is,” you laugh with scorn. 

“It isn’t,” he retorts, his eyes focused on you. 

He’s standing a little too close for your liking - you can’t help but glance at his lips. Plump. Inviting. 

“We have to figure out a way to work together. It’s not like we have a choice.” 

You lift your chin slightly. “If you don’t let me go this second, I’ll scream and tell everyone you’re a pervert.” 

He bites his lip, clearly holding back an insult, and you wish he would just say it. He doesn’t, though, and simply lets you go. You shake your hair out of your face. 

“I’m sick of the games,” he chews. “Tell me what you want.” 

You smile at him. “The games.”

He sighs and you chuckle. 

“Don’t think for a second you’ll get away with this trick you just pulled. If you thought I was difficult before, you have no idea what’s coming for you now, Mr. Seo.” 

He looks exhausted and slightly worried, but angry most of all. That delights you, and you finally walk away from him, finishing your glass of wine in one sip.

He can’t let you walk away like this. 

This is all Changbin can think of as he watches you cross the terrace to go back inside. If it ends like this, then it will all be for the worst. You might follow up on your promise to make his life a living hell, or even worse, things might get awkward and even more tense. No, definitely, you and him need to continue this conversation and find some kind of agreement. 

He licks his lips, turning away from the building in annoyance. He never signed up for this when he decided to leave his previous workplace for this one - yes, the salary was better, and so were the benefits, but it was never about that. It was about challenging himself, about growing and learning in his workplace environment, about finding his place. You couldn’t get in the way of that. Nobody could. 

Changbin glances inside to make sure you haven’t left the building - he catches a glimpse of you near the bar, sulking. Good, he thinks, as he finishes his own glass. Let the both of you be miserable and angry, at least. 

The world feels so quiet out on the terrace, but when he steps back inside, his ears are filled once more with the sounds of music and conversation. Since there are a lot of people around, maybe it won’t be as easy for you to start spitting venom at him - but he doesn’t really count on that. He takes a deep breath, tries to settle his anger. Just a conversation. Calm, polite, reasonable. You can do that. 

However, as you lock eyes with him across the room, Changbin knows it won’t be that easy. Your eyes are full of fire, your mouth pinched in spite. It could be unattractive if only that black dress did not perfectly hug your curves and set his mind wandering against his will. 

“For fuck’s sake, can’t you leave me alone?” you whine. 

It would be so easy to fall back into the same energy as you, but Changbin holds on. He breathes in, leaning against the wall next to you. He’s not a difficult person. He doesn’t usually get into conflicts with people. Why he does with you is beyond him. 

“Look,” he says. “I just want to be able to work in peace.” 

“So do I,” you sigh. “But you never let that happen.” 

“How about this,” he snaps, turning to face you. “I hold back on the passive aggressive, but so do you.” 

To his despair, you only give him a smug smile.

“So you admit to the passive aggressiveness.”

“Is this what you pick up on?” 

“Didn’t you hear me earlier?” you say, frowning. “You humiliated me. Made damn sure I’d feel like a fool not knowing your face. I’m not going to let you walk away from that.”

“What the hell do you want from me?” 

You scoff. “You think I’m going to tell you now? No way. I want you to live in fear.” 

It’s entirely against his will, but Changbin laughs. He quickly frowns afterwards, sliding a hand across his face. The look of surprise on your face quickly fades away, though, to a certain revolt. 

“Are you laughing at me?” you ask. 

“No,” he sighs, making sure his face no longer holds any kind of laughter. “You’re just getting on my last nerve.” 

“Well you’ve been on mine for a certain time.” 

“It’s useless to talk to you, isn’t it?” 

“If you wanted to talk, why didn’t you just come and see me? Why did you have to do all that shit with the picture and the boss? Why did you have to mock me like you did?” 

You are so full of fire, Changbin can’t believe his eyes and ears. You’re like a flame he can’t look away from - a flame he desperately wants to extinguish for his own preservation, and yet one he desperately wants to graze with his fingers, even knowing he’ll get burned. 

Your conversation is going nowhere, Changbin is aware of it. Things have gone completely out of hand, so much it all feels like a fever dream. So confused between his different feelings for you, Changbin breathes out, pulling on his suit to replace it on his shoulders. 

“I need another drink,” he mumbles. 

Without him expecting it, tables turn - this time, it’s you grabbing his arm as he is turning away. He looks up at you in surprise.

“I have an idea,” you say.

It might be the booze, or it might just be the adrenaline, but you find yourself dragging Seo Changbin by the wrist across the lobby, all the way to the elevators. To your surprise, he doesn’t even try to shrug you off, and you don’t let him go. 

You both get in the elevator and you push the button for the 12th floor. Changbin waits until the doors have closed and you stand in silence to ask. 

“Where are we going?” 

“Where do you think?” you sigh. “Your office.” 

He turns towards you, eyes dark.

“Why?” 

You do the same, turning to face him. Your index pushes against his chest.

“You’re going to do something for me,” you state. “Even if I have to endure your shit, I’ll make sure nobody else does.” 

“I’m not going to - It’s not even - and how are you going to do that?” 

“Simple,” you grin. “Upload a picture.”

The doors of the elevator open on this perfect timing, and you wave your hand.

“After you.” 

He lets out a long sigh but he still leads you to his office. You’ve never been in this area of the building, but now is not the time for sightseeing. Besides, most floors look the same. 

Changbin opens the door to his office, and you follow him inside. It’s not a very big room, but it’s still wide enough for a large desk and bookshelves. There are two large windows, and the walls facing the rest of the floor are made of glass. Not much for privacy, you think. But then again, your own desk stands in the middle of a wide room, which you share with ten other people. 

You nod towards his chair. “Sit.” 

He rolls his eyes, but he does. You stand next to him, arms crossed, thinking about the fact that this was probably the spot from where he sent most of his day-ruining emails to you. You bite your tongue a little. 

“C’mon. Open the computer and upload the damn picture.” 

“I don’t have one.” 

“One what?” 

“A picture,” he explains. “An official one, I mean.” 

You groan. “I don’t give a shit. Find another one, it’ll have to do.” 

“I was told it had to be -”

“Hey,” you snap. “You’re in no position to argue.” 

He scoffs but he doesn’t answer, although he clearly disagrees. You don’t care you’re being petty, and that he’s being the bigger person - you’ve never had much of a reasonable nature. As Changbin searches through his computer, you walk around the office, staring at the window, staring at him, and then at his screen. You catch a glimpse of a group picture, of him with friends, smiling widely at the camera. 

He shakes his head but reframes the picture and uploads it to his email profile. You squint your eyes. 

“There. You happy?” he lets out. 

“It’ll do for now,” you say. 

He closes the windows on his screen, standing up. His shoulders are wide, his arms too. You remember that gym bag he was carrying.  

“Let’s go, then,” he says.

You chuckle. “Oh, do you think this is over?” 

He blinks at you, chuckling in disbelief. “Isn’t it?”

“Not even close.”

“All right, this is enough,” he growls, taking a step towards you. “I’ve done what you wanted, can’t you move on now?” 

“No, I can’t,” you spit. “You’ve made my life difficult ever since you’ve started working here and -”

“What about my life?” Changbin hisses. “You think your fucking tone and attitude has made my days easier?” 

“At least I’m not a self-righteous asshole!” you cry out.

“God, you’re fucking detestable,” he says. 

He’s standing too close to you now. All you can see, all you can smell, is him, him, him. The tension is so tightly drawn between your two bodies you feel like it can only snap. You desperately hold on to your end, though, because you’re scared of what might happen if you do let go - but it’s out of your control. 

Changbin breathes in, and his eyes linger for a second too long on your lips - and that makes the tightrope snap. 

He doesn’t kiss you first, but neither do you - it just happens at the same time. Your lips crash halfway in a feverish dance, and you can’t understand what is happening to you. It feels like your entire body just caught on fire, like everything makes sense, like every step you’ve taken, every word you’ve uttered, has led you to this moment. 

Changbin’s hand slides behind your head, holding the back of your neck, and your arms circle his waist to sprawl on his back. He kisses you deeply, breathing you in, and you can only collapse in his arms. 

Your hands go against his chest, and then in his hair, as he keeps pushing your head against his lips, as if to deepen your kiss, more and more. Your back hits the desk behind you, but you barely notice. All you can feel are Changbin’s lips devouring yours, his arms holding you close. You open your mouth wider but he’s quicker, sliding his tongue inside before you can do the same. 

A moan escapes your throat, vibrating against his lips, and he draws you in even closer. It seems like forever before you lean back, breathless, just in order to catch your breath. Your lips feel swollen already, but you don’t want to stop kissing him. Still, the slight distance gives you enough perspective to realize what is happening. 

“What the fuck am I doing,” you whisper, shaking your head. 

A part of you wants to slip away, just so you have time to put some order in your thoughts, but as you are about to do so, Changbin’s fingers, which had been resting on your waist, grab your chin tightly. You whimper. 

“Is this a part of your little game?” he says in a low voice, breathing heavily.

“What?” 

“Tell me the truth,” he hisses. “Are you playing with me now?” 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” 

You angrily grab his wrist, trying to pull his hand away - but he is stronger than you. You struggle against him, gritting your teeth. 

“Answer me,” he insists. 

“Fuck you,” you spit out. 

He relaxes enough for you to push him away, squinting your eyes at him in anger. 

“Way to ruin the moment, asshole.” 

You do the only thing that makes sense for you in that instant - walk away. You’re ashamed and horribly angry at yourself for letting this happen. He’s attractive, yes, but he’s ruined so many of your days, made you feel miserable and worthless at your job. You have to hold on to your anger - and it has to be directed at him. 

Your heels make no sound against the carpet and it’s infuriating. You don’t hear anyone behind you either, so you guess Changbin has decided not to follow you. It’s probably a good thing, although now you feel entirely at a loss as to how your workdays will go. Should you be quiet? You scoff. No - if anyone should, it’s him. 

Your hand smashes the button for the elevator. It takes too long to arrive, but it does. You enter the elevator, push the button for the lobby and cross your arms. 

Fuck, if only he wasn’t such a good kisser. 

The doors are nearly closed when he comes in. He slides between them, stands in front of you. He’s not that much taller than you but someone in his demeanor makes you feel like he’s towering over you by several inches. 

“Just leave me alone, will you?” you hiss. 

He scoffs, shaking his head. There’s a wildness in his eyes, and you can’t look away from him. 

“Can you really blame me for asking?” 

“What the fuck are you talking about?” 

“About playing games,” he says, articulating each syllable. Each sounds angrier than the last. “You told me you’d make me regret what I did.”

You pout. “Aw, are you really that scared? It’s not my fault you made it your job to piss me off.” 

“Look who’s talking.” 

You stare at each other for a second. It’s like the tension has magically reappeared, unresolved. It’s clear you both want the same thing, but can’t bring yourselves to say or show it. You’re so angry at him. 

He takes another step towards you. Your faces are inches from each other - just a nod and his lips would be on yours again. 

“Fine. I’m sorry about the picture thing,” he says, his voice low and deep. 

“Just that?” you ask, arching an eyebrow. 

His smirk only curves half of his mouth, and it’s humorless. “Don’t push it.” 

You are the one to tilt your head forward, just slightly. 

“This does not mean I’m not angry at you,” you breathe in his mouth. 

“And we still need to talk about this,” he adds. 

“Later,” you nod. 

He turns to slam the button to stop the elevator, and as his body comes back to face yours, you pull him in your arms and kiss him. 

It’s even more desperate and angry than before, maybe because neither of you are held back by the surprise and doubt. It’s unsaid, but you hear it from his lips, it doesn’t mean anything. You’ve just both been tense and you need an outlet - what better than each other? 

Changbin pushes you against the wall of the elevator, his hands discovering your body. His warmth and his weight are completely enveloping you, and you push his jacket away. He shrugs it off, and the fabric of his shirt is soft against your skin. 

Changbin kisses you deep, like he’s been waiting to do it, like you’re not on top of each other inside a dark elevator outside of work hours, his tongue tasting of lemon and gin. 

One of his hands traces your hips and slides on your ass, squeezing softly. In a swift move, he lifts one of your legs and wraps it around his. It elicits a moan from you, your nails scratch the back of his neck. He growls in your mouth, biting your lower lip in answer. 

With his body pushed against yours, you can feel his hard cock, and he shifts you so it rubs directly against your wetness. You roll your hips, breathing heavily against his mouth. 

“You like that, huh?” he tells you. “Rubbing yourself against me.” 

“Easy, you’re so fucking hard already,” you retort. 

“Like you aren’t all wet for my dick,” he sighs, kissing your neck. 

You feel yourself clench at his words. When you don’t answer, only grab him tighter, Changbin chuckles.

“You are, aren’t you?” he whispers, his hands moving up your dress, lifting it slowly, warming your thighs. 

“Shut the fuck up.” 

He shakes his head, biting your earlobe hard. You let out a small whimper. 

“I’m gonna fuck that tight little pussy of yours so good you won’t be able to come into work tomorrow.” 

“You wish,” you answer, starting to unbutton his pants. “I’m not gonna let you go a day without getting an email from me. I’m going to fucking torture you.” 

As you mutter the words, you take his cock out of his pants and start to rub your hand around it. Changbin hisses, slightly bucking his hips. 

“You need a fucking lesson,” he sneers, pushing your underwear to the side to touch you. “I’m going to shut you up.” 

He is right - you’re soaked, but it seems to please him. He takes a few seconds to caress you, spreading your wetness, and inserting a finger inside of you. You let out a choked moan, wrapping your arms around his neck for a better hold. 

“That’s right,” he mutters. “That’s what I like to hear.”

He inserts another finger, stretching your walls, and moving his wrist in sharp motions. You breathe out erratically, grabbing onto his suit, his fingers curled inside your cunt. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight. Making me lose my goddamn mind.” 

You don’t want him to stop what he is doing, but you are craving the feel of his cock inside of you, so you tug at his hardness, kissing his jaw. 

“Fuck me already.” 

He doesn’t need you to ask twice, guiding himself against your entrance and penetrating you. You let out a choked moan, grabbing onto the wall of the elevator. He gives you time to adjust to his size, but he’s not being particularly careful either. 

“Holy shit,” you mutter in his ear despite yourself.  

“Fuck, I can feel my cock stretching you,” he grunts.

He thrusts his hips faster and faster, and in a matter of seconds he’s pounding into you. The elevator is silent except for the sounds of your heavy breathing and moans, and the lewd sounds of him fucking you, skin slapping against skin. 

Your nails dig inside the back of his neck again, and he grips your waist so tight you’re sure it will leave a mark. 

“Changbin, don’t stop,” you cry out. 

“So impatient,” he sneers, but he still doesn’t stop, like he can’t, like he’s a man possessed. 

He even accelerates, and you feel yourself coming. Your orgasm ripples through you like lightning. Your body shakes, your thoughts evaporate. Changbin fucks you deep, his breathing heavy in your hair. 

“I can’t -” he hisses. “I’m not -”

“Come inside me,” you surprise yourself whispering. 

You can feel his cock twitch at your words, and he comes inside you, hips bucking sharply, grunts escaping his throat like it’s hurting it. 

You stay like that for a few minutes, panting, recovering your breath. After a few seconds he takes a step back, breathing out. You got back on both feet, feeling dizzy and already sore. You both look like a mess, hair tangled, lips raw from kissing. 

You lean back against the wall, breathing slowly. He does the same on the wall next to you. You’re silent for a few seconds. 

“I have to go to the bathroom,” you say softly. 

Changbin nods. 

“Let’s go back up. There won’t be anyone there.” 

His voice is softer than you’ve ever heard - almost tender. You look at him, giving him a small nod, and he pushes the elevator button so it heads back upstairs. 

He lets you go to the bathroom alone, where you clean up, but he’s waiting for you outside. 

“All good?” he asks with a frown. 

“Yes.” 

You look down at the floor as he does, and then back at him - meeting his eyes in the process. The silence is awkward, but just like that, you find yourself smiling. Him, too. 

And then you start laughing. 

It’s not hysterical laughter, just chuckling. He looks almost shy, and you can’t stop giggling. You might even be blushing. 

“I don’t know about you,” he says, scrunching his nose. “But I feel a lot better.”

You smirk. “Took the words right out of my mouth.” 

He stretches a hand towards you. “Wanna go back to the party?” 

You nod. “Hell yes. I need a drink.” 

“So do I.” 

You head back to the elevator, and you let it head downstairs this time. Smirking to yourselves, you feel like the whole thing is unreal. 

But you do feel better. You don’t force your smile - it stretches on your face, plastered, almost annoyingly so. And Changbin. Fuck. You think he’s cute, with his cheeks still red and his neck a mess from the work of your nails. 

“By the way,” you say. “You look fucking hot in that suit.” 

“Right back at you. When I saw that little black dress I almost bit my fist off.” 

You grin. Changbin turns to you, placing a strand of your hair behind your ear. 

“Something’s not right, though,” he says. 

You frown as he leans towards you, whispering in your ear.

“I didn’t get to do half of the things I want to do to you. So once we’ve had a couple of drinks, I’m taking you to my place, and I’m giving you another lesson. And this one will last.”

You bite your lip as the elevator doors open on the main hall, which is still filled with your chatting coworkers. Nothing has changed - the world has kept on spinning. Changbin gives you a smile, and extends his arm. 

“Shall we?”

Changbin does not bring you to his place. 

You bring him to yours. 

Both of you started to get impatient after just one drink, eyefucking each other over your glasses although you had both just came hard in the elevator. It was like something finally snapped inside him, and he could let his thoughts roam free, unashamed, unbound. 

The way your dress hugged your cleavage. The way your lips curled around the rim of your glass, begging to be kissed, begging to be fucked. All the things he wanted to do to you, that he had never let himself really think about, just proliferated in his mind. He could not stop thinking about how you moaned his name, how hot and humid you felt around him, how he wanted to slide his tongue on every inch of your skin. It made it difficult to focus on small talk with your colleagues. He kept feeling himself getting hard and he knew his pants were too tight for him to be able to hide it. 

So he waited until you finished your drink and stole you away. Your place was just a short walk from the building. You made it there quickly, miraculously able to hold off making out and grinding against each other. 

Now the front door is locked and you are alone. 

Changbin stares at you in the darkness of the hallway. You look so fucking beautiful with your hair still a little dischelved from earlier, your lipstick tinting your lips a shade darker, your heels giving your legs the shape of heaven. 

You take a step towards him and grab his hand, leading him to your bedroom. It’s small and cozy, most of the space occupied by a large bed - how perfect. It is unmade, the sheets tangled, a smell of lavender lingering in the air. 

You aim for a kiss but Changbin shakes his head. 

“Open a light,” he says. “I want to see you.” 

You nod and turn on the lamp on your bedside table. It infuses the room in a soft yellow glow, and Changbin licks his lips. Perfect. 

In a blur you find each other again, kissing passionately, feverishly. Changbin slides his tongue inside your mouth, toying with yours, drawing soft sighs from you. It’s a delightful sound he already likes too much. Eagerly, you remove his jacket, your hands palming his chest over the material of his shirt, and Changbin unbuttons it impatiently. 

“Fuck, you look so fucking good,” you chuckle at the sight of his naked chest, immediately tracing the defined muscles with your finger tips. 

His cock is already hard as a rock, pushing against his pants, but he barely thinks about it - he only sees you. 

He takes a deep breath, because he wants to pace himself, because he wants to take his time with you this time. You made him impatient before, you clenched around his cock too tight, you sounded too good - but he won’t let it happen again. So he tilts your head to the left so he can kiss your neck, slowly unzipping your dress. His fingers brush the skin of your back at the same time, and he feels you shiver against him. 

The dress falls on the ground, and Changbin takes a step back to admire your lingerie, simple black lace that makes the blood rush to his cock so hard he has no choice but to palm it, just to relieve it a little. 

“You like?” you say cheekily.

“I’m trying to decide if I want to keep it on you or rip it off,” he answers, shaking his head. 

You chuckle. “Want me to decide for you?” 

Darkness flashes in Changbin’s eyes, and he closes the distance between you again, staring down at you. 

“Listen, pet,” he growls. “Don’t think you have any control here. I make the decisions and you listen. If you don’t there will be consequences.” 

The smile doesn’t disappear from your face, and Changbin can see that you like it when he speaks to you this way. 

“A dom, huh?” you breathe. “How predictable.” 

“Just as predictable that a brat like you is a sub.” 

You pout. “Just for you tonight, sir.”

You slide a hand in his air and lean against his ear to whisper.

“One day you’ll find yourself handcuffed to the head of this bed and begging me to let you come. But let’s stick to tonight’s narrative.” 

Changbin can’t help but chuckle at your words, feeling something swell in his chest. He likes you a little too much, and it makes no sense. Hours ago the only emotion you created in him was anger. But then again he hadn’t really met you. 

“That’s right, pet,” he nods, taking a fistful of your hair. “Now you lay down on the bed like a good girl before I make you, huh?” 

You nod, and Changbin follows you to the bed, when you lay down. He removes the rest of his clothes, letting his cock spring free, and catches you staring at it, licking your lips. He chuckles. 

“Don’t worry, you’ll get your taste. But I’m having mine first.” 

He pulls your legs so you are laying on the edge of the bed, spreading your legs so can stand between them. He bends forward to kiss you, stroking your hair, and carefully removes your bra. You sigh as he circles his thumb over your sensitive nipples, massaging the other breast in his hand. Slowly, Changbin makes his way down your neck, his tongue drinking in your skin. He leaves a few kisses on your breasts, then on your stomach, and then hovers over your panties. 

“Changbin…” you sigh.

“Still all wet and full of me, are you, pet? Is this sensitive?” 

He pushes his index on the lace material, sending a shiver through your body.

“Y-yes. Fuck, Changbin, stop teasing me.” 

“I don’t think so.” 

He kisses you above the fabric, sliding his tongue over it. Even that way he can taste you, your wetness drenching your panties, and Changbin can feel his cock twitch. Fuck, he cannot wait to be inside of you again - but he has to be patient. 

“So good to me, pet. So good. Let’s remove that.” 

He takes off your panties and pushes your legs apart, taking in the sight of your soaked cunt, all throbbing and waiting for him. He hums appreciatively, unable to stop himself from stroking his cock at the same time. 

“You’re so fucking gorgeous. Now you don’t come without me telling you so, right, pet? You understand the rules?” 

“Yes, sir,” you breathe out.

From your voice and the way you are already heavily breathing, he can sense you are desperate for contact. Changbin finds himself unable to really torture you much longer, and sinks his lips into your cunt. 

You immediately let out a whimper, arching your back against his mouth. Changbin holds your legs apart, swirling his tongue around your clit, slurping you in. Your taste instantly gets him drunk, the feel of your juices coating his chin making him want to possess you right this second. But it feels too good to feel you writhing against his caresses, moaning his name. You grab his hair, pulling it, and it hurts a little but it’s the best kind of pain. 

“Look at that mess, pet,” he smiles against your pussy. “Has anyone ever eaten you out properly before?” 

“Fuck,” you breathe, and he stares at the way your chest moves, your nipples hard. It’s such a beautiful sight he gives your clit a few licks to reward you. “Nothing like you, Changbin. You’re - fuck - you’re making out with my pussy so well…” 

“Good, pet,” he chuckles. “Keep it up with the praise and I’ll let you come.” 

“Changbin, please…” 

He slides his tongue inside of you, teasing your entrance, and he can feel you clenching even this way - you must be close to coming, but you’re holding on, and he’s proud of you. He could edge you like this all night, if only his cock wasn’t starting to hurt him, aching for you. 

“Fuck, your tongue, Changbin - keep licking me like that, please, don’t stop…” 

“You want to come, pet?” 

“Yes, please, c-can I?” 

As he inserts two fingers inside of you and starts pumping them, his tongue pressed against your clit, you cry out in pleasure, pulling his hair. 

“Changbin, fuck, I can’t - I can’t -” 

“Come, pet, come all over my mouth.” 

And just like that you do, your hips bucking under his touch, your pussy throbbing in his mouth. He can feel your walls tighten, your legs trembling, and he doesn’t stop his caresses throughout your orgasm, so you can ride it as long as you can. 

Once you breathe out, your body sinking into the mattress, Changbin steps back, placing a kiss on the inside of your thigh. He wipes your juices off his chin and stands up to push your hair away from your face. You already look fucked out, your skin covered in a thin layer of sweat, your eyes glassy. 

“Holy fuck, that was amazing,” you say softly. 

“It’s not over, pet,” he replies, kissing your pretty lips. 

“Can I suck your cock, now?” 

“You’re asking so nicely, pet. How can I say no?” 

You grin, looking down at his erect cock. Changbin takes a deep breath, letting you smear the pre-cum on the tip and giving it a few tentative strokes. 

“I like your cock a lot, y’know?” you tell him. “So pretty and thick.” 

Changbin slides a hand through his hair, easing his breathing, as you take him in your mouth. You suck him well, bobbing your head up and down, taking the time to wrap your tongue around him. Your hand accompanies your movements, stroking his base, and Changbin groans at the sensation. He would close his eyes and bask in the pleasure you’re giving him if only it wasn’t so intoxicating to keep looking at you. Such a beautiful sight, seeing you suck him off like that after having eaten your sweet cunt. 

“Am I doing good, sir?” you ask, slapping his cock on your tongue. 

Changbin grins. “Doing fantastic, pet. I knew you would look good wrapped around my cock, but it’s even better.” 

“Did you think about it a lot?” you ask. 

He frowns. 

“You saw my picture,” you say, arching an eyebrow. “Did you imagine me with my cock in your mouth before, or did you just hate my guts?” 

Changbin laughs, holding your hair. “I think I spent most of my energy hating you so I wouldn’t think about you sucking me off.” 

“Hm,” you say with a satisfied smirk. “If I’d known what you looked like I would’ve come to give you a blowjob under your desk way before.” 

“Never too late,” he grins. “If you do that for me I might bend you over my desk afterwards.” 

You giggle, and Changbin feels that warmth in his chest again. He’s starting to like you a little too much, and it has nothing to do with the fact that his balls deep inside your mouth right now. You’re funny. Witty. Pretty. Even worse, you’re fun. 

“For now let’s focus, pet, yeah?” he says. “This is good, but I want more from that pretty mouth.” 

He guides you back, gesturing you to lay down on the bed upside down. Your head placed on the edge of it, he towers over you.

“You tell me if this is too much,” he whispers to you, and you nod - but you just open your mouth wide for him. 

He guides his cock back in your mouth, able to move as much as he wants. You gag a little as he goes deep in your throat, but you’re taking him well - and so, Changbin accelerates. He fucks your mouth, perhaps a little too roughly, but it feels so fucking good he can’t stop. 

“Fuck, look at how you swallow my cock, pet,” he says, breathing hard. 

“It’s because you fuck my mouth so good, sir,” you answer. 

He grins, bucking his hips, staring at your gorgeous body as he does. You’re touching yourself at the same time, your fingers pressed against your clit. Your eyes are watering, the saliva around your lips making his thrusts easier, and he’s dangerously close to exploding in your mouth. 

“Such a good little pet,” he groans. “Do you remember when I filled that cunt of yours, earlier?” 

You nod around his cock.

“This time I’ll make you choke on my cum,” he smiles.

You moan, the vibration sending him on the edge, and Changbin has to pull out from your mouth. 

“Don’t move,” he grunts. “I need to fuck you.” 

He climbs on top of you on the bed, making sure your head is against the mattress, and pushes into you without hesitation. It’s like it brings him clarity again, as much as the feel of you around his cock is making him more insane. 

“God, this fucking cunt. I’m never getting tired of it,” he chuckles. 

“Yes, fuck me deep,” you moan. “Make me feel that beautiful cock of yours.” 

He thrusts his hips inside of you, stretching you deeper and deeper. You pant against him, your nails digging into the skin of his back, but Changbin doesn’t care. He pounds into you, feeling sweaty and drunk on the scent and taste of you. 

“C-Changbin, fuck, yes…” 

“Where’s that praise, pet? I need to hear it,” he grunts. 

“I - I’m trying…” 

“Am I fucking you dumb, or what? Keep talking.” 

But he’s fucking so fast and sharp, and it’s difficult for you to find the words. Changbin can only stare at your face, your closed eyes, your parted mouth. Your lips are a little bruised, your hair a mess, your makeup smudged. You look like a dream. 

“F-fucking me so good,” you breathe. “I love your cock inside of me. Please, k-keep fucking me…” 

You’re clenching around him tightly, so close to your orgasm, and so is Changbin - he’s breathing fast, trying to hold off, but it’s getting more and more difficult. Once he’s inside of you he can’t think straight, and he’s getting impatient. 

“Fuck, Y/N,” he slips out, your name feeling smooth on his lips. “I’m going to come. Let’s do it together, yeah?” 

“Y-yes, please…” 

How he wanted to come in your mouth - but his cock does not want to listen, and he explores inside of you instead for the second time tonight. You come as well, shaking around him as he fills you up, moaning his name loudly, the sound echoing in the room. 

Changbin wipes his forehead, staying inside of you for another second. He tries to catch his breath, and opens his eyes to look at you. You are already staring at him, smiling softly. 

“I thought you wanted to come in my mouth?” you tease him. 

He chuckles, shaking his head. “You really get on my last nerve, you know that?” 

You both laugh.

It’s yet another day at work. 

You twirl on your deskchair, typing your translation on a fair rhythm. You’re not particularly fast today, but you’re not slow, either. 

It’s just that your thoughts are a little elsewhere. 

You take a break to take a sip of coffee, and an email notification appears on your screen. 

Seo Changbin. 

You push your tongue against your cheek, smirking devilishly to yourself. You sent him a particularly fiery email a few minutes ago, and you can’t wait to see his answer. You click a little too fast on your inbox. 

Dear Y/LN, 

Your email has come to my attention but I am in a meeting and unfortunately cannot attend to your request. Please rest assured it will be my top priority once I get back to my office. I will make sure to personally attend to these matters. 

Ever yours,

Seo Changbin 

You bite your lip, trying to be discreet as you chuckle. You scroll down to see the email you’d sent him. Just a few meaningless words about asking for clarification about the dress code, and a picture attached. A picture you’ve taken from under your desk, displaying your blatant lack of underwear. 

You’re still playing a dangerous game - it’s just of another kind.

You send him a quick reply, your eyes shining. 

Looking forward to your collaboration.

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"lotte world! oh, and, we can finally visit cheonggyecheon!" mingi preaches excitedly from the other line, adding onto the ongoing list of never-ending things to do for the summer.

"yeah yeah, that sounds fun," you mumble, voice coming off disinterested because you've been circulating the small space of your room for the last five minutes looking for the only hair tie you have left.

you swear you had put it next to the nightstand.

"are you like not excited? we're gonna be free bitches for an entire summer!" his tone filled with disbelief, a scoff that accompanies it after.

"no, no. i am. just--ah!" you find the last survivor of the collection of hair ties on the floor just right next to your bed, picking it up to twirl it around your finger.

"are you literally having this conversation with me mid-orgasm?"

"pfft!" you blow, standing up on your toes to grab the comb on the bed before walking to the mirror on yuna's side of the room that has really come in handy. "i was looking for a hair tie to do my hair."

"oh, and what for? on this weekend after the semester ended and you have no work for the entire summer, huh?" his irritating and nosy voice vibrates the sheet of your bed where your phone is also at, you having to roll your eyes at the remark.

"so i can come up to your room and beat the living shit out of you for always sticking your nose in my business."

"ooohh!" he sings with exaggerated fear. "is this your way of saying you're gonna get laid tonight? a little end of the semester celebration? has the city finally changed you?"

"no," you answer, snapping your hair into a half ponytail before walking over to pick up your phone. "i'm gonna visit the cafe like a peasant. now before you make me late, create a google doc or something and i'll add to the list when i have something."

"fine. but we're doing it in comic sans, color-coded!"

you roll your eyes, muttering a "whatever" before cutting the line.

you catch yourself in yuna's mirror again after turning, and you honestly don't know why you're all this dressed up either. you've been to the place plenty of times before and you've definitely been there with yeosang as well.

the amount of coincidences still following you allowed for a run-in with him just the day before, having told him with eager lips about the exam score you got, later with an anticipated gaze about how this is going to work.

you suppose the cafe being the place of choice isn't a surprise.

he gets there before you, his hand that raises slightly when he sees you enter. it's a smaller table located in the center, and you begin making way to it, your sneakers gliding against the flooring.

"hey," you both exchange as you take the seat across him, a short lapse of silence after that is broken by him.

"want to order something?" he asks, eyes boring into yours.

"sure." you nod.

after picking your drinks and food of choice, yeosang offering to go up to the register, the silence reenters when he takes his seat. your gaze that tries to avoid his and his that tries to stir away from keeping them trained on you too long. he thinks you look nice.

in the half ponytail, white crop top tucked under a pink cardigan and sneakers with socks. he don't think he's ever seen in a skirt before, but it suits you. and if that's makeup you have on, he's not sure he's able to tell. you look about the same.

"so..." he starts again.

you shyly look up at him, clearing your throat before replying with the same aloofness of "so..." a quick second of nothing before you two burst into laughter at the ridiculousness of the situation, your leg lightly brushing his under the table.

"sorry," he mumbles, a smile on his face.

"me too," you say, "just... still trying to get used to it."

still trying to get used to the new feeling when you're around him; one that's not so hostile but actually very welcoming and new--one you haven't gotten from anyone else but mingi and yunho.

he chuckles lightly and nod, the feeling being very much mutual after all.

"well, i'm glad you passed," he brings up, digging for anything to talk about and break the tension a little.

"yeah. it wasn't easy."

"but you did it. maybe you really do have it in you." his tone very lighthearted.

you brush it off with a scoff.

"not really. i just couldn't wait to be done with the damn semester so i'll never have to attend another session of that class."

he laughs a deep chuckle and you have to dismiss how smooth it sounds to ears; how comforting and familiar it's starting to become.

"geez, only first semester and you're already getting beat down? come on, you still have a semester and three more years."

"gosh, don't even remind me." you cross your arms and fall back onto the chair, yeosang releasing another laughter at the pure distaste in your voice at the topic.

"you don't look and sound like you enjoy the major very much. why not change it?"

something in you light up at that. change your major? you actually haven't thought of that, but the more the idea lingers, the more you question why you haven't thought of that.

it's a lesson learned that just because you're a little more techy than your friends since your parents practically neglected you (so you had to seek out any other source of entertainment), it doesn't mean you were destined to work in the field of technology or whatever. simply only having basic surface knowledge won't cut it.

it took a semester (maybe less) for you to come to terms with that. but better now than later.

"well, even if i change it, i wouldn't even know what to."

"you can always just take the core classes first and then decide after."

you hum out a low note and actually consider the possibility for a few seconds, until the person behind the counter calls yeosang's name and you're interrupted, watching as he stands to head to the front, you being slow to get up and follow behind him in case he needs help.

the entirety of you being here the past couple of months and you honestly didn't even know they served other smaller dishes like tteokbokki and even snacks you'd usually find at street food stalls.

but it's nice. just like this. you and yeosang sharing a drink and snack while carrying on small conversations that gets easier as the time pass. there's no pressure to please or entertain him, and he doesn't seem like he expects any. like he's doing all of this because he wants to, and you can't help but to let a small drop of tear prick your lower lash in hope he won't notice.

because you're not very used to anyone besides your friends, let alone a guy, who does something for you if not for his own benefit. you made that mistake not once, but twice.

not sure if you're even deserving of someone like yeosang who's been the victim of your lows and outbursts, but now the one to conjure up a rare, foreign feeling that brings out a small smile that settles on your lips.

yeosang sees the somewhat conflicted, hard-to-read expression on your face when he looks up from his food, asking in a quiet, concerned voice, "you okay?"

you chuckle lowly, a light clog in your throat and nod.

"i'm good."

~

"so, earlier, you mentioned possibly opting out of the current major but having no idea what you want to do after," yeosang is the first to speak as soon as you both leave the place, the orange tone painting the sky once again.

"yeah..." you reply.

"maybe think about other hobbies, or well... what do you like to do? what are you good at?"

you ponder the question; think back to your early teen years spent helping your aunt around the house, getting dragged into mingi's and yunho's shenanigans, play stupid pranks on one another and beat them at the occasional games when you paid mingi visits--and wow, what the fuck do you even like to do? what are you good at?

you don't even excel at anything specific, too, like yuna in art, or yeosang with computers. it's awful, the sinking realization that you are nothing special.

"i write? a little bit?" you answer, not the slightest confident in the answer. because who are you kidding. you're no hongjoong and you can barely even string a coherent sentence together.

you're not even consistent, unable to recall the last time you wrote in the journal, and it was started for all the wrong reasons.

yeosang nod, the both of your footsteps in sync.

"you can start there, then," he attempts, able to read the tone about just how unsure you are.

the air goes hushed and you fidget a little in spot before raising your voice again. "i don't know. i don't even think i'm good at it, and it's only been recent that i started writing. plus, it's not even like a story or whatever. i only write in a journal and honestly, i'm not even sure what the hell i've been writing."

he snickers, finding something so amusing about it. you shoot daggers at him.

"what?"

"you said you only started recently so of course you're not gonna be great. it takes time and efforts to perfect a craft. if you like it, there's no reason for you to not consider it at least."

he continues, "take the next semester or even year to think about it. i'm sure you'll figure something out."

you scoff, even pout. that still takes time, too--kang yeosang actually sounding reasonable and like he doesn't hate your guts.

"i think i like it better when you just insult me and go on your day."

he laughs and shakes his head, your gaze lingering on the curve of his lips longer than you should. you think he has a really nice pretty smile.

"but we're way past that point now, right?" his voice raising in pitch as to exaggerate the overall friendliness.

"right," you reply, same energy and all, until it hits you again. "oh!"

he seems taken aback by the high volume and snaps to you, curiosity in his reaction.

"that thing we agreed on," you say, a little too excited for your own good, yeosang's chest deflating with disappointment in return that puts a frown on your lips.

"oh come now, you weren't hoping i would forget?"

he shrugs and keep his gaze ahead, muttering back in such a nonchalant tone, "that might've been the idea."

you frown even more, whipping your head around and letting yeosang take the next couple of steps by himself before attention landing on the bench facing the street just a few feet away.

you're fast to jog up and swoop him away by the arm, using it to drag his entire body until it plops down onto the bench with you, his doe eyes staring back, and it's only until then that you realize you're still holding on.

"sorry," you mumble, releasing the captive arm as it slips down to hit the empty space between you two.

"you're good," he assures, and even that sounds awkward, too. a short silence that hangs before you clear your throat and revert the topic back, even daring to scoot yourself a little closer. since you guys are kind of friends now, right?

"what i was saying was... are you ready to tell me now?"

he turns the other way to scoff. "oh, you really want to know, huh?"

"well..." you trail off your tongue, letting the word roll around long enough till continuing on, "you kind of promised me."

"well..." he mimics the way you did it, "technically--"

"--oh," you cut in, your voice full of that playfulness that is strange in the presence of yeosang. "or are you a coward?"

"tsk!" he dismiss, trying to bite back a snicker that wants out because you're being a bit over-the-top right now... in a somewhat endearing way, that is. so eager to hear about his story that he kind of loosely pledged to tell only after you fulfill the 'deal'.

not that he ever doubted you would do well; he just didn't think you'd actually be so passionate about the entire bargain, it even being the first thing to be brought up when he ran into you outside the dorm building.

"me? coward? never," he brushes off, a smug but lighthearted act that brings a giggle from you.

"okay, then... tell me." you perk up, lips curled and eyes blinking his direction, way too thrilled for this.

his gaze drop to your lips for a second and he has to detach immediately, shaking the thought off.

"it's just... i don't know." he tries laughing it off. "you're going to think it's stupid."

you squint, tilting your head and frowning.

"why would it be stupid? i mean, i'm not sure what it's gonna be about, but i'll listen. whether you think it's stupid or not."

but judging from how he's acting, it looks like it might be something more personal than you initially thought; now starting to feel the tiniest bit of guilt for bothering him so much about it.

“maybe we can compromise with something else,” you offer an alternative but he rejects with a shake of his head.

"i'll tell you. just--you don't make fun of me or anything."

you chuckle. "i won't."

it goes quiet as yeosang prep himself up and try to muster how to start such a tragic tale. he thinks it's tragic, at least on his end. he's never shared it with anyone before; only those who were once close to him knew.

and for some reason, he feels an odd sense of trust in you. enough for you to be the first person that he's considered actually opening up to, regarding the topic.

"well," he starts, your full attention already on the first word. "i grew up in a small neighborhood; everyone knowing everyone kind of thing."

you nod, even humming quietly to let him know he's good to go on.

"so you know, like... there wasn't a lot of other kids my age and it was hard to make friends. but a girl, a year older than me... we became friends or something, you could say."

and if the way your eyes swell doesn't give away how immersed you already are, you don't know what will. because you hadn't expect kang yeosang's 'sob story' as he said it, would be about a girl.

"and this is going to be cliche as hell, but indeed i was in love with her. for the longest time."

he has removed his gaze from yours a long time ago, settling to watch the busy cars maneuvering through the streets instead. as if the retelling of this story is something to be embarrassed of. but you would beg to differ.

"i grew up with her, went through a ton of shit with her--meaning i also watched her fall in love with so many guys. maybe it wasn't love, i don't fucking know. we were young and stupid. but i sure hell did wanted to be one of them."

he takes a short breather before going on, "and it came true. i was one of them. well, or i thought i was. beginning of my junior year, she, for some reason, finally gave me a chance. oh... i was so happy... the day we became 'official'. i can't even recall any other time i was happier."

"and it's stupid because, thinking back, it was obvious she only did it out of pity. and maybe that's not a good enough reason to hate her; heck, i even started feeling bad for a moment just thinking back because i was such a fucking simp and probably annoyed the living hell out of her. but what i do hate her for, is for completely ghosting me."

"i could give less shit about the fact that i only found out she broke up with me through a mutual, or that only a month after, she started going out with a friend who'd always talk the maddest shit about her and why we shouldn't be together. no. it's the fact i never got any closure. paid her family a visit and was told she left for seoul literally the day before. no notice. no nothing. not even a 'fuck you, don't you ever come into my life again'. and maybe i don't deserve a closure, i wasn't much better by any means. but i sure can be bitter about it, and i guess here's me being bitter."

he finally turns to you, taking in your expression and feeling like he has to clarify some points.

"i didn't come to seoul in hope of sweeping her by her feet again or whatever. i just wanted to get away from the old city and kind of just... i don't know, try to find myself?"

you nod in acknowledgement. "no, i totally understand. i'm sorry to hear, though. but it really does sound like she had a big impact on you."

yeosang chuckles dryly in return; a smaller, somewhat sad smile gracing his lips after.

"i wish i could say you're wrong, and i wish i would mean it when i say i hate her. but like i said before, i can't recall any other time i was happier. in some ways, she made me a better person. it's complicated. i feel like i'm contradicting myself at this point."

your snicker directed at the last comment, assuring him with a shake of your head.

"you're good. but honestly, i never would've pegged you for someone romantic."

a scoff is what leaves him; you raising a brow in turn of what he's going to say.

"i'm not romantic. just realistic, i think. if i were to open my heart to someone, i'd want them to treasure it; to do the same back. which is why i am a lot more wary nowadays. i'd want to get to know that person really well first."

but you definitely still think he's a little bit of a romantic, he might not even realize it.

"because there's a different kind of pain that comes from loving someone who's out of your reach."

the amusement on you drops, the corners of your mouth falling downward at such a statement that if you mope about it long enough, you will see just how awfully relatable it is. but clasping it shut for a few seconds too long, all you say is, "fair enough."

"yeah... but anyways. that's my story. now it's your turn."

you glare at him through the pinched brows and wrinkles on your forehead.

"i don't remember that being apart of the deal."

"oh, forget the deal!" he waves off. "let's just talk. give me something tragic."

tragic? where would you even start with that? you think the entirety of your life has been a series of unfortunate, tragic events one after another; beginning with your parents, then your aunt and uncle, your ex-boyfriend, and now even a boy who managed to fool you with his charm and handsome look.

"my first and only boyfriend cheated on me."

yeosang is taken by surprise, his facial like a deer caught in headlight, whether at how fast you answered, or at what you just said. but you just figured, you might as well offer your own tale of a failed relationship, if that will make him feel any better.

"oh..." his delivery is muted, as if still trying to recover from shock, you have to laugh off the stone expression on his face; act like the revealed fact didn't bother you all that much.

you speak again, "i wasn't in love with him, though. i don't think i was. i only gave him a chance because he liked me and i felt compelled to say yes when he asked me out."

"so... you did it out of pity?"

it's like he got you there, your attention batting to the streets in shame. you're starting to sound like the girl in yeosang's story; who, maybe, went out with a boy not because she liked him, but for another reason.

except, in your story, he was the one who had hurt you. said in your face you deserved whatever happened, and though you didn't love him, it did hurt. it still hurts. because it was another person you couldn't get to stay; another proof that possibly, you're just not meant to be loved.

"you know..." instead of answering his previous question, you divert the subject, because at the same time, maybe you can comfort him as well with what you're about to say. "you reminded me of him a lot at first."

his features twist, not amused in the slightest, and you don't blame him. why wouldn't he be offended being compared to your cheating ex?

"he was very blunt and sarcastic," you add on, "if he didn't like me doing something, he was gonna let me know. and you were just... you didn't have any filter at all."

whether it's guilt or embarrassment on yeosang's face, you're not able to tell. but implying he's an asshole is not your intention.

"but the more i got to know you and spent time with you, i realized i was very wrong. you're nothing like him. not even in the slightest."

he goes from being puzzled to the smallest of light that starts reflecting in his eyes at the genuine compliment that leaves you.

"i questioned for the longest time how mingi and yunho could ever like you, but i'm starting to get it now, i think. it's because you're a great friend. you do so many things for yunho simply just because he's a friend."

you don't even notice a smile has crept to your lips, but yeosang catches it and return an even bigger one, his heart folding in a way that is so pure and innocent because of your gesture.

"well, thanks. i am feeling very flattered right now," he finally says, and your giggle echoes faintly.

"just being honest," you respond. "so that's my lesson learned: that it's hard to judge someone based on first encounter, impression, or anything of that matter."

because the boy who you thought would be the bane of your existence turned out to be a wonderful surprise. on the other hand, the one person you used to look at through a rose-coloured glass and with heart eyes, turned out to be just one of the many things on the list that keep you awake at night thinking to yourself why you're not enough.

san is sprawled on the couch, tired and ready to go to bed by the time there's a knock at his door, a bit dazed when he opens it to reveal a rather composed wooyoung with his hands buried inside the pockets of his jacket.

he wonders what his friend's doing here; at this time and in an outfit that doesn't look like it's for a regular event.

"here to use the bathroom," wooyoung clarifies, inviting himself in and not bothering to hear san's response considering the amount of times the boy himself used wooyoung's place to fulfill his own needs.

san doesn't say anything and only shut the door behind him, heading back to the position he was in before.

"we're going out tonight," wooyoung announces, stopping in front of the bathroom to turn to his friend; san snapping to him at the call. "an end of the semester nightout with a couple other people from campus. you thinking of coming along?"

"nah. think i'll sit this one out."

"alright," wooyoung mumble, disappearing into the other room.

san usually isn't one to reject an invitation like that, but just yesterday, the day before, and the days before that one, all he'd been doing is going to parties, getting drunk, and doing the one thing he came to those parties for.

it can start getting repetitive; even for someone like him.

"just to let you know, you're almost out of toilet papers."

wooyoung slams the door shut and begins making way to the front; san watching his movements carefully until wooyoung just stops midway, but he's already moving back to the tv screen at that point.

wooyoung debates for a moment whether he should tell san what he saw earlier. it's probably a bad idea knowing how his friend is and the extent he goes to when he has to have something, or when it doesn't go his way.

but realistically speaking, san's never gave a shit about any of the girls he messed or messes with. wooyoung picked that up through a lengthy history of constantly trying to rile him up by name dropping and mentioning any of the girls san saw and sees, in hope of one day finding a weak spot.

because san is a good friend... to wooyoung. but he's always had a problem with the way san views the world; love, relationship, women.

he also has a problem with the fact san never listens to him. everything in one ear and out the other. he didn't listen when wooyoung told him the girl he was fucking had a boyfriend and he was gonna get his ass beat (which he didn't, unfortunately, because san has a gift for getting out of trouble), so there's a very big chance he didn't listen either when wooyoung told him to leave you alone.

and really, above all, wooyoung is just petty. and because he is petty, he will take the opportunity to just annoy him, even if san doesn't give a shit.

"by the way, i saw y/n," he discloses nonchalantly, and the speed at which san twisted his neck to look at him would have wooyoung believing this is all a very vivid dream.

"where?" san asks, the tone very standard at first like it's just the littlest bit curious.

"near the cafe a couple blocks from the dorms. we passed it earlier. she was with someone. yeosang? i think that's his name."

the clockwork in san's mind starts as he tries to recall who this fucking yeosang guy is. name sounds familiar but nothing's clicking.

"the one we went out to dinner with last time," wooyoung adds, and that's when the light bulb goes off.

“sit down, sit down!” wooyoung hustles, pushing san down onto the seat, yeosang scooting to the wall to make space.

wooyoung plops himself down at the end, fidgeting in his spot.

“this is yeosang,” he starts; the two boys next to each other exchanging a small head bow.

"i think they might be a thing now. she looked really happy."

wooyoung's talking out of his ass, saying whatever just for the heck of it. you for sure looked happy, though. you conversed with yeosang with a smile on your face the entire time.

you guys being a 'thing' might be a bit over-the-top but it doesn't hurt anyone to exaggerate a little. san never cared so why would he now?

but wooyoung doesn't take notice of the way san's body tenses up and his grip on the arm of the couch gets tighter, wooyoung's mind completely elsewhere, focus on getting out now that he's done all he wanted to do.

"alright, well, i'm gonna head out now before i piss the other guys off."

and he's gone, leaving san to digest the new information as something churns in his stomach and his knuckles clenched. because now, it's starting to make sense.

the sudden silence from you and the unanswered message. you never even read his text from two days ago. it's all because you're too busy with yeosang.

he can still recall the small and subtle glances you guys would sometime exchange during dinner; the way your eyes would shoot to him, and he would try to cover the hidden laughter that wanted out because you did something endearing.

and san typically doesn't mull over the girls he hooks up with; who they slept with before or will sleep with after him. because most of them know what they're getting into. they don't expect anything from him after and he doesn't expect anything from them, either.

but over the course of seeing you, he's taken a rather big liking to you above any others. because out of all his conquests, you're the one who's always willing to go above and beyond for him.

you have feelings for him that are more than just simply fulfilling a need--you actually like him.

and in typical san fashion, because he's selfish, he uses that knowledge to hang over your head, knowing whatever he does, you're going to put up with it.

so how is he suppose to feel now, that you of all people is ignoring him, with someone else right by your doorstep ready to take his place.

well, it definitely doesn't feel good.

a fit of rage, jealousy, and possessiveness overtakes him completely, and before he knows it, he's up and with his car keys dangling around his finger. he has to talk to you.

even if he's on the verge of passing out right now and tired out of his mind. even if paying you a visit is quite possibly going to be the worst thing he can ever do to you.

"wait, so with that being established, could that mean you were being cautious around me because you were afraid of falling for me?" you tease yeosang through the elevator ride.

the chemistry has been so natural, the rest of the night spent in comfortable conversations that were full of sparks, and you have never felt so safe in the presence of anyone before.

he snickers. "oh would you let it go. i told you that like... an hour ago."

you return a giggle of your own, yeosang continuing on, "but i might've been a bit of an asshole to a couple other girls. maybe."

you roll your eyes playfully, at the same time stepping out of the elevator when the door open, about to make another remark when you catch a figure from the corner of your eye. standing in front of your room, head down and attention glued to his phone screen.

he finally looks up at the sound of the commotion, and you merely gasp in place when that familiar feeling of butterflies swoop your stomach at the sight of none other than san.

what the hell is he doing here? again.

you and yeosang are frozen in place, his questioning gaze lasering san's that stiffens upon seeing yeosang by your side, looking so in place and comfortable; that fit of rage, jealousy, and possessiveness making a comeback with even more vengeance.

silence consumes the thick air, you breaking it by shifting just enough so you're able to whisper to yeosang; thank him for making sure you arrive safely, and that he's good to return.

yeosang shoots san one last glance, the boy giving him all kinds of wrong signs, but it's also not his place to meddle. he nods and tells you a goodnight, shuffling his feet back into the elevator and you watch until the door closes on him.

now, it's just you and the person who has given you nothing but pain, showing up once again when you experience even an ounce of joy.

you walk to the door of your room with careful steps, stopping in front of him, everything about your body language is nervous and in defense mode, thinking that this is it.

this is where you cut off everything with him; the kisses, sex, months of being in each other's arms--this is where it will all end. you will tell him you no longer want anything to do with him because you can't agree to his conditions.

you're not made for a casual relationship without any budding feelings. it's just not who you are; therefore, you and him are not compatible.

"hey..." he's the one to start speaking, "i'm sorry i haven't been reaching out, i was--"

"--it's fine," you cut, not wanting to hear any more lies from him. the fact he doesn't even recall showing up drunk is enough to convince you there's no need to hear him out at all.

"oh," he simply says, and it's the most awkward silence after of you just standing there and he thinking of what else to say.

"i know you're probably upset, but--"

"--it's fine, san. i-i don't care anymore."

anymore. san thinks over the word more than he should, and the longer he lingers on it, the more he find himself hating everything about your tone and attitude.

but he's always been quite shameless, always testing the situation even if he feels a shitstorm coming.

"can i come in? for a little bit?"

come in. you know what that means, and how it will always end. you'll like to believe you're way past that now.

with a heavy sigh and striving a few steps forward, you pull out your key.

"i'm really tired." you unlock the frame, pushing it just slightly open. "i think it's best if you leave." your palms against it, slowly creeping yourself in; your voice unwelcoming because you're hoping he will get the hint and leave you the heck alone.

"and... i-i don't think we should see each other again after--"

your breath is whisked away, it all happening so fast. one second you were still in the hallway and the next, you're pushed into the room along with san shoving himself in, his grip around both your wrists and backing you into the wall.

"--all because of that fucking guy, right?" he taunts, a look on him so terrifying, you have never seen san angry like this before.

"what are you talking about?" you push him back by his chest, honestly amazed at the amount of sheer strength you hold when being cornered.

but that just might've been a mistake; he's able to catch his steps before stumbling completely and pins both his hands to the wall with a bang, trapping you inbetween his arms and hungry gaze.

you flinch a little.

"yeosang. the one that came with you. are you seeing him?"

your eyes squint--perplexed, only able to think, what about yeosang? and why of all times, now is when he's deciding to give a shit.

he's never cared about anything regarding you--what you do or who you hang out with--always leaving when he wants to, never bothering to call or text if not for his own benefits, and now he shows up (not drunk) after almost a month of silence to interrogate you against your will, shoving himself into your safe space like an intruder.

"and why does it matter whether i am or i'm not. you said it yourself, san... that we are just friends. i never even asked about any of the girls you see."

some of the rage on san's face dissipates, replaced by the conflict that runs through him--how and when you got this confident to even talk back when you were so tight-lipped the last time he saw you.

and it's true. you guys are just friends, and even friends doesn't sound right. it honestly is a very generous term actually, considering the extent of the relationship.

so yes, he doesn't have the rights to be concerned about who you're with or what you do with them. but again, he's selfish; maybe even rotten to the core. the thoughts of you ever being with someone else never proving to be a threat. not even jongho who really was just a nuisance.

but now, the threat is very much real, and he doesn't like it one bit.

he was the one who touched you first, claimed you first--so in terms, you belong to him. not yeosang or any other fucking guys. him.

and he's going to make sure you know that.

disregarding the veins practically popping on his forehead, you just want to establish a point at this rate, talking in your thin voice, "after this, i really do think it's best if we stop--"

his lips is on yours before you can finish the sentence. before you can make it known once and for all that you do not want to see him again after this.

despite his amazing sex drive and ability to make you cum, san isn't much of a tongue kisser. rarely, actually. but by how his tongue is moving against your protesting lips, you'd think this is his favorite thing in the world.

you're the one to break the kiss, pushing him back and trying to catch your breath after. it's when you see that familiar smirk on him that the fear creeps in to form a knot that travels down your throat.

"you were saying?" he cocks his head, so smug about the power he still has over you, so evident as it's displayed right in front of his face in all its glory.

but you haven't lost, yet. you still have the time to get rid of him and show that the effect he had on you is no more.

you clear your throat and straighten your posture, putting on an act of bravery.

"i said it's best if we stop seeing each other after this. our agreement or whatever it was, i don't want it anymore."

the smirk only widens, san honestly amused you still have some restraint.

"oh, really?"

an eyebrow is raised on him before you feel the cold sensation of his fingers crawling up one of your legs, slowly traveling to under your skirt.

you gulp.

"then stop me." he leans in to whisper, his breath felt on the tip of your skin, ghosting and sending a shiver down your spine--that sudden but recognizable itch in between your legs again begins coming into bloom--one that is truly going to be your downfall, you can already feel it.

"s-stop, san," you mutter with eyes glued on him. you don't even sound like you mean it; like you even want him to stop at all. and he knows; he knew.

that no matter how hard you fight, all he has to do is try just a little harder and you will fold.

he chuckles, whether at how cute you look or at your words, his hand stops in place and squeezes at your thigh, drawing closer and whispering in your ear using that deep tone that makes you shutter in excitement.

"do you really want me to?"

he pulls away after, face merely inches away and your gaze skips to his lips for a moment; lips that are on yours the next and comfortably taking you in this time because there's no more act or pretense that you don't want him.

because he still conjures up butterflies and still make you feel that something that is so unique only when in the proximity of him.

you still miss him when you know you shouldn't, and the taste of his lips still feels like home even though it's now only a forbidden flavor that serves as a reminder that in the end, you will be your own worst enemy.

your arms rest around his shoulders the way they usually do, replying back to the kiss and trying to meet his pace; at the same time, his fingers edging closer to the shorts under your skirt, stopping when he reaches the top, breaking away from the kiss to laser you a glare.

he scans your outfit swiftly before looking up again; something displeased already blossoming on his expression.

"did you wear this for yeosang?" the way he's able to flip flop emotions almost too scary, now currently showing the same frightening and much more menacing side once before that sparked fear in you.

you're about to answer but he cuts you off with a brief "fuck it." going back to resume the kiss that is a lot sloppier than the previous one, his lips moving against yours in frustration like he's trying to convey something.

you don't get a second to catch your breath when he abruptly swoops you from the behind--your arms still around his shoulders for support--and throws you down onto your bed, your back sinking into the sheet momentarily.

he situates himself and traps both your legs between his, and you think it's just going to be like any other times you both had sex.

he's probably going to eat you out or make you suck his cock, but san surprises you when he grabs your arm and flip you around just like that--your face right into the pillow.

the sound of his belt unbuckling is after, and you turn to look over your shoulder.

"san..." you call out, but he continues to leave you in astonishment when he hisses back instead.

"shut up."

he tosses the belt, and from the way it hits the wall on yuna's side before dropping to the floor means there was some force put into it.

"just... just shut up." and his cock is next, freeing itself from his pants.

it's when you feel the shorts underneath ripped from your skin, the cold air gushing right past it, that you release what sounds like a mixture of a gasp along with a moan.

he pushes your legs apart and scoots in, focus on the sight of your bare pussy that still needs some lubrication.

spitting on his fingers, you can only let your head fall onto the pillow as solace when he rubs over your entrance in preparation before inserting two digits in, a quiet groan escaping at the sensation you haven't felt in a while.

"look at you so fucking wet already, and you said you don't want to see me anymore." he chuckles a sinister, mocking laughter, bunching your skirt up to where he can see everything, gripping your hips firmly to line up with his hard-on.

"but truth is, you'll always come back for this cock."

the laughter intensifies and so does the knot in your stomach, barely able to get out, "d-do you have a cond--" before a curse leaves your mouth.

your eyes shut and you immediately grip at the sheet when he inserts his length in without any notice. without a fucking condom.

and san has never had sex without a condom before, but his jealousy has taken over completely, currently only focus on making sure you know you belong to him.

only he can fuck you like this and only he can feel your pussy as it hug around his length so nicely like it's made just for his cock.

his nails dig at your hips and you have to muffle the oncoming screams by burying your face into the pillow, san fucking you through the high at such an intense pace, you may never want to go back to slow and steady sex ever again.

"what were you doing with yeosang?" he asks through the grunts and lost breath.

lifting your head up to look over your shoulder again, you try forming an answer in hardship of the pleasure coursing your system.

"we were--oh fuck," you curse at that spot being hit so perfectly, "we were just hanging out."

he snaps into you a little harder at that, the hold you have on the sheet tightening.

"will you stop seeing him?" he asks again, his pace slowing down as he awaits your response.

"i-i don't know," you answer honestly, since you're actually starting to warm up to yeosang and he's nice to be around.

san's facial twists in red though you can't see it clearly because he's fucking you too good right now.

"i said," he almost growl, "will you stop seeing him?" picking up his speed again and nails digging even further into your flesh as he practically slams your cunt with the harsh thrusts.

"y-yes!" you give in, defeated instantly at the overwhelming sensation and pit that's starting to form. "i'll stop seeing him!" your face falling back into the pillow once more, the sheet in your grip, and only able to cry sounds of pleasure the rest of the session as he pounds into you over and over again.

you come hard and wet, unable to recall a time you ever came like this. san fucks you a few more time while you try catching your breath and pulls out.

there's no need for him to cum. he already accomplished exactly what he wanted.

"now that wasn't so hard, was it?" you feel the shift of his body weight as he stands on his knees again, and you're still panting with the side of your face stuck to the poor pillow.

it's when that high from what just happened is starting to die out and another feeling so familiar consisting of guilt and shame settles in again.

the commotion of san getting off the bed to go look for his belt competely ignored, you only staring into space at yuna's side of the room already imagining what mingi's and yunho's reactions will be like.

you have broken a promise. you went against your friends, and all for a boy who doesn't even like you.

a boy, who, will leave in the next few minutes; tell you he has somewhere to be, and will lie to you all over again the way he always does.

but before the end of the night, choi san surprises you just one more time.

he doesn't leave.

instead, he walks to where you're lying down and places a peck to your cheek that has you picking your head up to look at him.

he gives you that soft, handsome smile that shows those dimples you love dearly, and offers a hand.

"want to do something together?"

a/n: i am highly embarrassed and ashamed of that smut scene dskddssdkk. mf chapter took everything in me. but, i want to say that the next chpt might be a longer wait bc i fear it is going 2 be the longest one, yet. AND also bc i want to work on a longer one shot and get that released first since i've been having lots of fun writing it! but i hope 2 see u guys soon!

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FREEZE 땡 CHAPTER #4 (18+!)

SYNOPSIS: Just like the theory of the butterfly effect states, our tiniest decisions today can cause unexpected effects on future events. You’ve always been sure everything could be calculated, but then you cross paths with him, leading to so many downfalls in your ordinary life.

CHAPTER SYNOPSIS: It's absolutely dangerous to live in an apartment with your enemy with benefits, particularly when feelings different from hatred start to get involved...

WORD COUNT: 10.8k

GENRE: angst, fluff, smut

CONTENT INFO: university!au, nonidol!au, architecturestudent!hyunjin, literaturestudent!reader, economicsstudent!changbin, enemies2lovers, strangers2lovers, bestfriend!jeongin, original side characters, consumption of alcohol, this chapter contains a lot of smut idk what happened- but also a lot of feelings

WARNING: reader has social anxiety disorder, detailed descriptions of anxiety attacks and panic attacks, consumption of alcohol, swearing (I can’t help it sorry), toxic relationship including jealousy and cheating, mention of therapy, reader is a hell of an emotional roller coaster (same), consumption of alcohol, Hyunjin is kinda annoying in this one

SMUT WARNING : switch!hyunjin, dom!changbin, switch!reader, fingering, oral (f + m receiving), piv, unprotected sex (pls don’t be stupid), praise, degrading, name calling (doll, pretty boy, good boy, slut, good girl, toy, princess), hair pulling, dumbification, choking, possessive behaviour, marking

TAGLIST: @kaal-ee @chimmycupcake @heelover5 @speedybagelmongerpasta @midsoulz (let me know if you want to be added <3)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: as usual I didn't proof read this lol- I hope you like this chapter, the one after this (#5) will sadly be the final one :(

☽ SERIES MASTERLIST ☽

The characters do not portray any of the skz members in real life, the names are just used for fiction. Also minors do not interact, this post contains mature themes. By clicking on “read more” you consent to nsfw content.

But since the semester is coming to an end and you don’t want to fail your exams, you decide you will spend the day only studying. Probably, the library is a way better option to fully put all your strength into reading those boring texts and repeating all the stuff you’ve learnt during lectures and classes, so you take the next tram to campus.

But since the semester is coming to an end and you don’t want to fail your exams, you decide you will spend the day only studying. Probably, the library is a way better option to fully put all your strength into reading those boring texts and repeating all the stuff you’ve learnt during lectures and classes, so you take the next tram to campus.

But since the semester is coming to an end and you don’t want to fail your exams, you decide you will spend the day only studying. Probably, the library is a way better option to fully put all your strength into reading those boring texts and repeating all the stuff you’ve learnt during lectures and classes, so you take the next tram to campus.

As cramped as usual, because Wednesday is popular for students from your university to attend the library, you enter the vehicle not even trying to find an empty seat since there aren’t any. Another good thing about staying at Felix’ place is that his apartment is way nearer to campus, saving you a lot of time in the morning for getting ready. Also, the trams aren’t as crowded as yours because not many students live in this area of the city.

Soon, you arrive on campus, walking to your favourite library - the one for literature because it’s located in a three hundred years old building. Taking a seat in the middle of the huge hall, you bring out your tablet and books, starting to read through the pages you still have to go through for your classes tomorrow. The library is very busy, so you’re glad you still found an empty space - another motivation for you to keep working on your tasks.

Taking a sip from the iced coffee you’ve bought on your way to campus, you try to understand the text in front of you, but you swear the author is just typically trying to sound more intelligent than they actually are. You’re convinced, when it comes to academic papers, the writers just articulate more complicated than necessary as if they don’t want anyone to understand what they mean.

Some hours pass by and you feel yourself getting hungry, that’s why you decide to take a break, checking your phone for new messages, when a notification pops up:

Hyunjin: Are you home yet? I’ll be there in an hour, wanna order food?

Weird. Why’s he being so weird? Why’s he asking you to have dinner together? You don’t do stuff like that. But you would be lying, if his suggestion doesn’t make you happy. In fact, it takes everything for you to not just stand up, jump in place and do a little happy dance. For now, you’re also trying to ignore the small butterflies in your stomach.

What is he doing to you? And also - why is he so friendly to you? Of course, having dinner together isn’t the ultimate proof of a friendship for eternity, but enemies don’t do that, right? Contemplating what to answer, you read the last chapter of your academic text but instantly realise you’re not able to focus anymore that’s why you answer, telling him you’ll be there.

☽

Arriving at the apartment, you take out the spare key Felix has given you and unlock the door, entering the living area. Hyunjin is already there, sitting on one of the chairs around the couch table as he greets you and tells you to take a seat as well. You’re as quiet as usual around him, the new atmosphere he’s responsible for is weird to you, making it complicated to behave like you regularly do - ignoring him while he teases you with his stupid remarks and bickering.

“So, what do you like to eat? You can choose, I pay”, Hyunjin says, scrolling through his phone, eyes fixated on the screen. It’s getting even weirder - why are you allowed to decide and he’s the one inviting you? The sudden change in his demeanor, even though he’s behaving differently the whole day, catches you off guard, unsure what to say now. The fact you’ve never been good at making decisions, makes it even harder to think straight.

“Maybe just some pizza?” You suggest, voice quiet. “Come on, doll, choose whatever you like, I’m paying and inviting you.” The random use of the pet name instantly makes your head go dizzy, you’ve never expected Hyunjin to be such a gentleman. Of course, he’s the one who’s made the offer to have dinner together and just because he’s treating you politely once, doesn’t mean you should praise him for the bare minimum but it’s just so different - as if you are in a parallel universe.

Deciding to accept his offer fully, you suggest again: “What about sushi?” Hyunjin nods, as he scrolls through his phone, searching for a place that delivers to his apartment. “Yeah, good idea, I know a great place. Oh- here you are”, he says, as he hands you his phone, “choose whatever you like and just add it to the cart.”

Approximately half an hour later - you’ve excused yourself to the bathroom, taking a long hot shower in the meantime - the food is delivered and Hyunjin has already placed everything at the dining table, filling two glasses with tap water for the both of you as well. Sitting down directly opposite to him, he hands you your order. “You can try some of mine too, if you like”, he tells you, eating one of the delicious looking tuna rolls. Simply nodding, you eat your own food, hoping he doesn’t notice how confused you feel.

“How was your day?” Hyunjin casually asks, but at this point you decide to clear what’s going on. “Hyunjin, why are you like this?” Pretending he doesn’t know what you mean, he eats another piece of his sushi, before he says: “What do you mean?” Rolling your eyes, annoyed about the fact he’s playing dumb, you speak again: “Why are you so- friendly to me?” Giggling about your remark, he takes a sip from his water.

“I thought I could spoil you a bit, considering the fact I’m going to fuck your brains out later”, he casually drops like he’s talking about the weather or something. Instantly choking on your food, not expecting him to boldly talk to you like that at the dinner table, you try to calm down. “Just take your time, doll, we’re not in a hurry.”

When the both of you are finished with your meals, you’re still contemplating how to behave around him. Now knowing his caring actions are part of the game he’s playing, you decide to go along with it and have fun yourself, too. After cleaning the table, you sit down on the sofa, as Hyunjin is still in the kitchen. “Why don’t you come over and show me your little promise in reality?” 

Hearing a rattling from the opposite side of the room, Hyunjin has probably dropped some of the cutlery out of shock, you giggle at his reaction. Faster than you think, he’s approaching you, lust in his eyes like a starving man hungry for your body. But when he’s near you, ready to get even closer, you shush him away and demand: “Nah, pretty boy. If you want to play this game, we’re gonna play it by my rules tonight.”

Visibly gulping, Hyunjin doesn’t know what to answer, as he just sheeply nods at your suggestion. “Getting shy now?” You ask him, impressed again how easily he switches to allowing you to take control. Shaking his head, he slowly walks towards you, instantly falling to his knees in front of you. You’d be lying if you said his eagerness doesn’t surprise you since you didn’t expect him to drop onto the floor without you demanding it.

Hyunjin starts placing soft kisses between your bare thighs, as you pull your skirt a bit upwards so he has better access. His hands lay on your upper legs, fingers pressing on your skin and you’re sure he doesn’t mean to push that roughly, but he’s probably just excited about the fact you let him touch you. When his lips wander in the direction of your heat, you pull the fabric even higher until he’s able to see the black lace.

His tongue meets the covers on your wetness, circling around your bundle of nerves, as you place your index finger under his chin, pulling his head up, so he looks at you with big eyes. “Don’t tease, put your mouth to good use.” With the amount of eagerness he’s showing tonight, the boy instantly follows your orders, helping you out of your panties. 

Sliding two of his fingers into his mouth, he stares at you with a doll-like glare, as he sucks on them. Bringing them back between your legs, his mouth lands on your wet folds again, as he places soft kisses in between small licks. Grabbing the cushion underneath, so you can withstand the pleasure, he pushes both fingers inside at once, as his tongue draws circles on your clit.

Gradually increasing the pace, he looks up at you, innocent eyes glancing at your own. Grabbing the back of his head, you create a makeshift ponytail and guide his movements just how you like. “Fuck- you’re such a good boy, look at you”, you praise him in between moans and Hyunjin hums right at your heat, adding even more friction, as you get lost in the sensations.

Realising you’re getting closer to your relief, you pull his hair even rougher and when he moans himself, you’re sure he’s enjoying it, too. You spread your legs a bit wider, solely out of reflex. “Keep going- just like that”, you cry out right before you come undone, creaming all over his fingers and chin.

Hyunjin pulls his digits out of you, sucking them clean right after he wipes away the remaining liquids on his face. As you come down from your high, panting like crazy, you observe his still innocent look. “Sit down on one of the chairs”, you order and he doesn’t need to be told twice, instantly getting up from the carpet and walking over to his designated seat. 

Opening some of the buttons of your blouse on the way towards him, you’re straddling his lap now. When your lips meet for the first time tonight, you taste yourself on his tongue, but don’t mind. It’s simply satisfying, knowing he’s under your spell, doing anything you’ll ask him for. Placing your hand on his pants, right where his visible bulge is, you start with slow movements over the fabric. Hyunjin instantly moans against your mouth, as you smirk against his own.

Fumbling with his belt, you get rid of his pants and underwear soon and you see him staring at your half naked chest. Opening the rest of the blouse’s buttons, you tell him: “Go on, touch them.” His hands soon land on your tits, softly squeezing them, as his fingers touch the now hardened buds. Your own hand finds its way around his cock, giving him a few strokes as you position its tip at your entrance.

Slowly sliding down on him, taking your time you get used to his size, you start moving your hips up and down, hands laying on his shoulder. From time to time, you change to grinding on his lap, in order for you to deal with the knot tightening in your lower stomach. At this point, Hyunjin is basically a moaning mess underneath you, that’s why you tell him: “Aww, are you the one getting their brains fucked out tonight? That’s what sluts like you get for misbehaving.”

He cries out again, as you feel his length pulsate inside your heat, knowing he’s close but you demand: “Pretty boy, if you want to cum, you just have to ask politely.” Squeezing your tits again, he tries to open his eyes, a dazed look on his face and he knows his thoughts are already far away. “Please- let me cum- I promise I’ll only be a good boy from now on”, he begs you and you clench around him, when you hear his words.

“Fuck- go on, let go”, you allow him and only a few seconds later, he’s painting your walls white, helping you reach your second climax soon after. When both of you are eventually able to breathe at a normal pace again, you stand up and he pulls out of you, as the liquids run down your inner thighs, some of them landing on his lap. Immediately heading to the bathroom, you quickly clean yourself first, before you go back to Hyunjin, bringing wet towels and making sure he’s alright.

When he’s able to form a coherent sentence again, Hyunjin says: “Fuck- that was something else.” You giggle at his remark, slowly caressing his cheek with your thumb. But then reality hits you again and you remember everything was just part of his stupid game. Turning around, hoping he doesn’t see the slight regret on your face, you escape his gaze on you and take a seat on the sofa. Hyunjin puts his clothes on again, before he stands up from the chair and walks towards you.

He doesn’t know what’s going on at this moment, possibly his feelings for you have gotten to his head, making it hard to hold onto his image as your enemy, when he places a soft kiss on your forehead, telling you to sleep well, right before he leaves to his room.

☽

Waking up with a weird feeling about last night, you stand up from the sofa and walk to the bathroom. Taking your time getting ready, since - unlike usual - you’re awake before your alarm goes off, you reflect on how Hyunjin behaved before he went to sleep yesterday. Most of his actions don’t add up, it’s like he has two different personalities - one that’s trying to get closer to you one day and the other one destroys all the impact he’s made the next day.

Observed in your daydreaming, you don’t hear your alarm go off, phone still laying next to the couch in the living room. Since Felix stayed at Noah’s place, Hyunjin is  the only one to hear the noise. Torn from sleep, he stamps in the living area and when he realises you’re not there, he angrily knocks on the bathroom. “Hey! Are you really that stupid? Why the fuck are you waking me up?” He screams at you on the side of the door.

Of course, on one hand you’d be furious too if someone accidentally has woken you up but on the other hand, Hyunjin’s back with his usual demeanour again - shouting at you, calling you dumb and simply being annoyed. “I’m so sorry-“, you instantly say, voice shy. “Yeah, you should be”, he says right before you hear him slamming the door shut.

The day goes on rather unspectacular, when you get to university you realise you’ve forgotten to read another text at the library yesterday. Like most times, you don’t know anyone in this class and the professor is rather annoying, asking you to answer his questions because you don’t participate as much as the other students do. It’s never been easy for you, speaking in front of many people, no matter if it’s something serious like a presentation in class or in front of a friend group.

Of course, your social anxiety has a lot of impact on that aspect, but you’ve tried to overcome it so many times and nothing helps. Fake it until you make it, they say when it comes to gaining self confidence but even if you’d be able to act like that, you don’t feel confident being the centre of attention in general.

The rest of your day is spent similarly boring, going to the library again and heading to the Flower Café after. Meeting Felix there, he informs you he’ll stay at Noah’s place but will probably be back tomorrow morning. There’s this tiny doubt, he’s trying to avoid you, second guesses letting you think he has a problem you’re staying at his place. But then you remember he made the offer and the world doesn’t revolve around you, he’s possibly just spending some quality time with his partner.

When you arrive at the apartment in the evening, the whole place is empty and you remember Hyunjin is at dancing practice. Walking to the kitchen and searching for something edible, you find a package of ramen you bought the other night. Taking out a fitting pot from under the sink, you fill it with a little bit of water and add some more to the kettle, not wanting to wait too long until it’s boiling on the stove. Some minutes later your food is ready to eat and you sit down at the dining table.

Scrolling down through your apps, you switch from watching TikToks to YouTube and answer some messages in the meantime. After a long day at uni, the cheap noodles with cheese are exactly what you need. Totally observed in enjoying your meal, you nearly miss the text popping up on your screen:

Changbin: Hey, I hope it’s okay I’m texting you and I hope you’re doing good. Felix spontaneously invited me to his house party tomorrow but I didn’t accept yet. I wanted to ask you first if you’re alright with that. If you’re not, I totally understand.

Chopsticks dropping on the table and falling down meeting the ground, you’re shocked that your ex boyfriend texted you. Felix has told you about the party some days ago, asking you in advance if it’s okay to invite Changbin but you’d have never expected him to ask for permission himself. Answering you’re fine with him being there tomorrow, you finish your meal and head to the bathroom to take a shower.

Continuing watching a show on Netflix, you try to convince yourself you’re not actually waiting for Hyunjin. No, you’re not even thinking about him, he’s definitely not the only thought on your mind. Unless you’re doing stuff for university, checking mails, eating or breathing.

Almost at midnight the front door opens and Hyunjin enters the apartment, but instantly rushes to the bathroom. Hearing the shower head turn on, droplets meeting the floor, you’re sure he just needs some time to himself after practice. But when he’s finished with everything and immediately goes to his room without saying a word, you’re slowly getting confused.

Probably, you’ve gotten your hopes up high and you’re not even in a position to be mad about it. He’s assured he’s only down for physical bonding many times by the way he treats you on a daily basis. But there’s still this tiny bit of hope, every time you think back to the first night on the vacation trip - how he listened to you, was completely honest and you swear, you felt a spark between the both of you.

If you remember correctly, he even admitted he was solely annoyed about the fact you’ve got together with Changbin instead of him. So is there a possibility even these conversations were already part of his plan? Just to get under your skirt and play with your mind, so you’ll do anything he wants?

Deciding it’s best to just go to sleep, you turn off the lights in the living room and grab your phone to set an alarm, when you receive a message, speaking of the devil:

Hyunjin: Are you up? Wanna come to my room?

You have no words left for this guy, everything he does is hella unpredictable and without any logical sense. First, he’s ignoring you and now he’s inviting you to his room for the first time? For the last week you’ve stayed here, you’ve only ever spent time together in the kitchen, bathroom or living area. You blamed it on the possibility, having sex in his room would get too personal for him and you might end up falling asleep together. 

Not entirely giving in yet, you answer him:

You: Why?

It doesn’t take him long to reply and when you read his answers, your assumptions he’s only trying to fool around again are proven right:

Hyunjin: I still need to punish you for waking me up in the morning ;)

Rolling your eyes in disbelief, not only about the fact his plans mainly revolve around sex but also about the cringey way he’s texting you, you type:

You: No, thanks.

This time there’s a small pause until his next message and you develop second guesses, if you should just go to his room, but then he texts:

Hyunjin: Is everything okay? We can do something else, too.

The problem is, you can’t convince yourself he isn’t mainly doing this to get your attention. With the trust he’s destroyed over time by playing with you, there’s just no way to believe he’s actually caring.

You: Hyunjin, I know for you it’s part of the game, but not for me. I don’t think I can do this anymore.

Less than ten seconds later, his bedroom’s door is swung open and he enters the living room, walking towards you. “You’re ending this over text?” He asks and you can see how glassy his eyes are, making you overthink your choices again. “I- I mean- I don’t know”, you stutter, “everything just seems like a stupid game to you and I’m tired of getting used in the bedroom but treated like your enemy in public.”

You can’t believe your own eyes, when you notice the first tears run down his cheeks but he’s quick to swipe them away with the back of his hand. “Fuck- I’ve never meant to actually hurt your feelings, Y/N”, he needs to take a deep breathe befor he continues, “I do care about you a lot- damn it, I think I’ve never cared about someone that much before.” Trying to avoid your gaze, he turns his head away from you, aware about the fact he’s vulnerable right now.

“Stop talking about it and prove it- when we’re around our friends, stop treating me like your worst nightmare.” Clenching his jaw, Hyunjin simply nods before he answers: “Okay, I will, I promise.” Taking a seat right beside you, his gaze lingers on his own hands laying in his lap. “Fuck it- I’ll prove it to you from now on”, he begins, “but can I still show you how much I care about you tonight, too?”

Shyly raising his head up, he’s looking at you now, eyes trying to search for hints in your facial expressions. You’re definitely twisted, on one hand you’re truly hurt and not sure yet if he’s just talking so you stop avoiding him. But when you observe him now, how he’s sitting there right in front of you, tight tank top leaving little to nothing to your imagination, your desires overthrow any logical skills your brain has left.

“Okay, show me then”, you say but, ironically, you’re the one to get closer to him, placing your lips onto his and it’s unusual for the both of you to start these familiar actions by kissing. Immediately swirling his arms around your waist, he lifts you up and guides you onto his lap, as your legs are beside him. His hands find their way onto your hips, slowly travelling down to squeeze your ass, while he smirks against your mouth.

It’s different from your usual encounters, even though none of them lack passion, this time it’s new - an increased amount of emotions. You know for sure, it’s not good for your head to combine any physical touch with Hyunjin with your feelings for him but at this moment you don’t care about it. Well, you’re clearly not able to care about it, all your thoughts occupied by him.

Your brain becomes even mushier the moment he slips his hand underneath your skirt, wasting no time to guide his fingers on your covered heat. Slightly brushing the fabric, his other hand finds your throat as he adds pressure onto the sides. Rolling your eyes to the back of your head, you start moaning, quietly breathing out his name. “Enjoying yourself, doll?” He asks and when the volumes of your noises increase, he pushes the lace aside, immediately dipping two fingers into you.

When his thumb lands on your clit, slowly drawing circles on it, you can’t help yourself but cry out: “Fuck- feels so good”. As he keeps pumping his fingers in and out of you, tightening the way his other hand lays around your throat, he whispers into your ear: “Who is it, who’s making you feel good, doll?” Already too far away, you aren’t able to answer, only mumbling incoherent syllables, which earns you a hard slap onto your ass, as his hand leaves your neck.

“Speak when spoken to”, Hyunjin orders, spanking you yet another time and you’re sure the red imprint of his hand will still be visible tomorrow, gifting you a memory of tonight. “O-Only you, Hyunjin, you’re making me feel s-so g-good”, you moan out, stabilising yourself on his shoulders, as your hips start grinding to the rhythm of his motions. “Good girl, my good girl only”.

You’re almost embarrassed about the fact, the solely responsible factor for you getting aroused so fast - even quicker than usual - is his promise to get closer to you on an emotional level. His possessive nature, completely new to you, adds to the fact and when his movements increase their pace, you’re close to your relief. “Please- I’m gonna-“, you cry out.

“Aww, look at my slut, so helplessly begging- you’ve been a good girl, cum all over my fingers”, he says and you do as you’re told, instantly reaching your climax, moaning his name over and over again. Hyunjin helps you ride out your high, before he pulls his fingers out of you, bringing them to your mouth. “Suck”, he orders and you grab his wrist, guiding his digits inside, licking off your own liquids, before you place your lips on his once more.

“Why don’t we continue this in my bedroom, doll? The sofa feels so impersonal and I’d like to have the picture of you between my bed sheets imprinted to my memories”, he whispers against your lips, when he pulls away for a second, interrupting the kiss. Simply nodding, even though you know damn well he likes it when you’re communicating verbally with him, he asks again: “Come on, use your words.”

“Please- just fuck me in your bedroom, Hyunjin”. Chuckling at your eagerness, the boy underneath you pushes a strand of your hair behind your ear, thumb caressing your cheek as he admits: “I’d love nothing more than that.” Grabbing the backsides of your thighs, he stands up from the couch, lifting you with him. As he walks towards his room, his lips land on yours again, giving you more of those passionate kisses, as you hold onto him by entangling your legs behind his back.

He immediately puts your feet onto the floor, when you enter his room, as you take a few seconds to look around. His space definitely reflects his personality - canvas with an unfinished drawing of a landscape that looks familiar to you but you don’t fully recognise it, sprinkles of colours and paint-brushes all over the carpet, showing off his different coats on a clothes rail. “Welcome”, he shyly says, as you turn around to him. “It’s very cozy here”, you admit, smiling at him. When he walks towards you, he wastes no time in continuing with the kissing.

Brushing over your lower lip with his tongue, he asks for entrance and you immediately give permission. Hyunjin hands find your waist again, pulling you closer to him, before they wander down onto your ass, squeezing the flesh through the fabric of your skirt. “Please- just take these off”, he whispers against your mouth, as his fingers go under the hem of your shirt, pulling the clothing over your head, bra following soon after.

Taking his own shirt and pants off too, you’re both now standing there only in your underwear, when he says for the first time: “Fuck- you’re utterly beautiful, just like a painting”. At this moment you know the compliment comes from his heart and when his hands grab your face, so he can kiss you again, he proves his point yet another time.

Both stumbling onto the bed, you land on your back as Hyunjin is towering over you, placing rough kisses on the side of your neck, wandering down to your chest until they find one of your already hardened buds, softly licking them, as his hand starts cupping the other breast. He guides his free fingers between your legs, passionately brushing your wet folds before he pushes them inside again, making you immediately spread your legs.

“Look at you, already wet again and I haven’t even done much”, he begins, as his other hand wraps around his cock, stroking his length a few times, as his gaze finds your dazed out eyes, “you’re such a good toy for me, just laying here all pretty, letting me play with you, allowing me to do whatever I want.” Smearing your precum over his tip, he positions himself over your entrance and slowly pushes himself inside your walls.

When you’re used to his size, he lays one of his forearms next to you for balance, as he begins thrusting into you. His other hand wanders to your cheek, softly caressing the skin with his thumb, as his eyes meet yours. “Look at me, I want you to remember who’s making you feel that good.” With the way he’s talking to you and the fact he’s closer than he’s ever been before, you immediately follow his order.

“Whose slut are you?” Hyunjin asks, as he lays one of your legs over his shoulder, the new angle helping him hit just the right spot and when you don’t answer, the new position also makes it easier for him to slap your ass another time. “Answer me, slut. Who do you belong to? Whose good little toy are you?” He asks again, his choice of the names nearly driving you over the edge.

When he guides his hand near your reddened skin again, you finally speak: “Yours, Hyunjin- I’m only your slut, your good toy- fuck”. You’re sure, you’ve never been this vocal during intimacy with anyone before and when you feel the knot in your lower stomach tighten again, Hyunjin places his thumb on your clit, adding circles to your sensitive bundle of nerves.

That’s all it takes for you to come undone, as you clench around his cock, repetitively screaming his name out like a mantra and he doesn’t even care you haven’t asked for permission this time, because he’s near too, soon after painting your walls white, when his lips land on yours, fulfilling the relieving moment with a kiss.

Hyunjin pulls out of you, semen spilling onto your sweaty skin and he rushes into the bathroom, bringing some towels and helping you clean yourself. When he’s sure you’re okay, he hands you a shirt and shorts from his wardrobe, giving you a glass of tap water. “Are you alright?” He asks and you nod, as you gulp down the liquid. “Yes, thanks- still trying to come back to reality”, you giggle.

Standing up from his bed when you’re ready to walk on your feet again, Hyunjin reaches for your hand when he realizes you want to go to the living room. “Please stay here with me”, he asks, big eyes looking up at you. “Okay”.

☽

Hearing the lock on the front door being opened, you’re waking up from your deep sleep, still entangled in Hyunjin’s arms who’s still laying fully asleep next to you. Getting up from the bed, you rush putting on your clothes from last night, since Felix is not allowed to see you in his roommate’s clothes under any circumstances. 

Carefully opening the door, you look around in the corridor first and sneak to the bathroom as quietly as possible, fortunately your destination is located directly opposite to Hyunjin’s bedroom. Turning on the faucet, you wash your face, droplets of water helping you wake up. Putting your hair in a messy ponytail, you brush your teeth and realise now, Felix could still get suspicious about the fact you don’t have new clothes on. But then you realise, he hasn’t seen you in this outfit yesterday so it won’t matter.

Leaving the bathroom when you’re finished, Felix is in the living room, sipping his tea as he scrolls through his apps. “Good morning, Y/N, have you slept well?” He asks politely. “Hey, yes, what about you? How is Noah?” Taking a seat on the sofa, you search for your own phone, finding it under the blankets. “They’re fine. I think I’m still a bit tired- at least I could swear I’ve seen you walk out of Hyunjin’s bedroom, so I might be hallucinating.”

Taking a gulp from the water bottle beside the sofa, you choke on the liquid at his mention. But before Felix can make any assumptions, a still sleepy Hyunjin joins you in the living room, sitting down on the empty chair. “So, we still need to prepare a lot of stuff for the party tonight”, Felix begins, as you watch his roommate next to him just sitting there in a white tank top and tight boxer shorts, leaving little to nothing to your imagination, “there are a lot of people attending- by the way, Changbin accepted my invitation and said you’ve talked to him, Y/N?”

Placing down the water bottle on the wooden floor, you switch to a crossed legs position on the couch, as you answer: “Yes, he texted me yesterday.” Felix’ mouth opens, not expecting you to be okay with him attending the party, that’s why he continues: “Oh- so you’re okay with him being here?” You don’t get why he’s asking all these questions and another thing that’s confusing you is the way Hyunjin’s grabbing the cushion underneath him, as if he’s not trying to lose his mind.

“Of course, I think I’m finally over him”, you say and nod. “I hope neither Chan nor Jisung will make stupid comments though, I’ve heard them talk about hoping you’ll two get back together”, Felix admits. Feeling your stomach turn around at the thought of it, and even worse, by looking at Hyunjin and the hurt in his eyes, you’ll try to comfort him passively by saying: “No, there’s no way.” Felix nods, already expecting and hoping for this exact answer.

“But do you guys still want to tell me, if you have something going on? I caught Y/N sneaking out of your room, Hyunjin”, Felix suddenly says, leaving you two completely dumbfounded. The taller one would be lying, if the situation doesn’t count as an absolute dilemma for him. Of course, he promised you to finally start treating you correctly in front of others, but his over dramatic side and the mention of Changbin makes his thoughts run in circles.

He has been okay with the fact your ex might be attending the event, but finding out you explicitly allowed him to, reminds him of the first night you two have ever shared together. Hyunjin is fed up with being the second choice and deep down he knows he’s doing you injustice, but his impulsive decisions take over when he says: “Why would you think that? I would never touch her and I’ll be relieved when she finally leaves the apartment next week.”

Exactly after speaking out his words, Hyunjin immediately feels nothing but regret, knowing he’s lost his last chance with you, when he has just promised you last night to prove he's better than that. Feeling your heart shatter into a thousand pieces, you fight the urge to start crying, already feeling the tears build up on your lower lash line. Hyunjin has to fight with bawling his eyes out as well and when your eyes meet and you notice the hurt and regret in his eyes, you feel empathy for a second. But then you’re reminded of the promise he couldn’t keep.

☽

Thinking the day can’t get any worse, you receive not only one but two disappointing messages. First of all, your apartment situation isn’t fixed yet, needing at least another week. The second annoying news is your mom cancelling her visit for this weekend because she has to work again. Possibly, she’s doing some extra shifts even without demand at her company, but that’s a thing she’s done all the time, prioritizing her job over you.

When you’re finished with getting ready for the evening, the first guests already arrive and half an hour later of doing some small talk with Jeongin, most people are here, Changbin being the last one to enter the apartment. Since you’re in the kitchen, preparing drinks with your best friend, you don’t notice your ex boyfriend already being here but couldn’t care less, since your mind is still only focusing on the whole Hyunjin situation.

There’s even no possibility to talk about it with Jeongin for two reasons - you neither want to annoy him with your ‘boy’ problems nor do you want anyone else to hear. But your worries are soon forgotten, when Felix says from the living area: “Do you both need help in the kitchen?” Jeongin denies his offer, knowing you’re almost done with preparing the cocktails. 

When you get back to the sofa, some of the guests are already drinking some beer or wine, but are excited about mixing techniques, immediately wanting to try the colourful drinks. Getting compliments from everyone, you say: “You have to thank Felix, he showed me everything”. Gathering where the others already are, Jeongin and you take the two empty seats on the couch. Only now, you realise a familiar face, but don’t fully recognise the girl sitting next to Changbin.

But she notices your confused look and introduces herself: “Hey, it’s Y/N, right? I think we’ve only met once, I’m Changbin’s best friend and I used to study in Japan. My friends just call me by my nickname Cat.” You don’t know what it is, but her whole appearance just seems so nice to you, she actually seems like a decent person, making you question why she’s so close with your ex boyfriend.

“Nice to meet you- oh, this is Jeongin, my best friend”, you introduce the guy beside you, figuring out she knows everyone else in this room. The boy waves his hand sheeply, just like you did back when you met Changbin on this exact couch. Speaking of the devil, your ex boyfriend takes all his strength to avoid your gaze but still tries to make it not that obvious.

But he soon decides, the tense atmosphere needs to be stopped, that’s why he casually begins: “I actually didn’t know you are that good at mixing drinks.” Chuckling about him complimenting you, already feeling the alcohol rising up to your head, you answer: “I think there are quite a few things you don’t know about me.” Honestly, you don’t really have an intention behind these words, just wanting to say something that sounds sassy and confident.

Some time passes, everyone is engaged in their conversations and when your best friend stands up from his seat to talk more comfortably with the new girl, your ex boyfriend takes the seat beside you. It’s dangerous, having him near you under the influence of the poisonous liquids in your system, thanks to all the drinks you’ve had. 

There’s a tiny bit of hope, Hyunjin would sit down next to you, making an announcement confessing to everyone he deeply cares about you, not wanting to hide anymore. But when you see the blonde engage in a conversation with your ex’s best friend and Jeongin, you pick out your phone from your pockets and start scrolling through your apps, not bothering at all if you look pathetic or bored at this party.

Changbin senses you’re thinking about something, trying to avoid social contact, that’s what you’ve always been doing in these kinds of situations. It’s a good thing, he had been with you for over one and a half years, so he’s able to notice immediately when your mood shifts, as you’re feeling rather uncomfortable now. “Are you okay?” He asks, hoping it’s not weird he’s the one speaking to you. “Oh- yes, I’m alright.”

Continuing with reading something on Instagram, he turns a bit in his seat, as he asks again: “You don’t seem like it”. Sighing in disbelief, not wanting him to question your behaviour, you say back: “It’s none of your business.” He crosses his arms over his chest and when you look in his direction, you’re reminded of how toned his body is, the black shirt clinging tightly onto his muscles.

Just when your ex boyfriend notices you ogling him, the chair next to you moves a bit and Hyunjin sits down, eyes on you and the man beside you. The blonde observes the both of you, making your head turn to him out of reflex. When Changbin sees the way you’re looking at his friend - with all the suspicions he’s had over the last months - he decides to ask the boldest question possible: “So, Y/N, are you seeing anyone?”

You’re glad, you aren’t sipping on your glass at this moment, since you would have definitely spilled whatever kind of drink out of your mouth, being in total shock about his direct words. Normally, you would find it incredibly rude and over the top, if your ex boyfriend asked you something like this. But when you sense Hyunjin’s piercing gaze on you, the boy secretly hoping you’re admitting you both have had something going on for some time now, even though he knows damn well he doesn’t deserve it, you decide your answer:

“No, well- I mean, at least nothing serious, you know?” Taking a sip from your glass, your eyes flicker onto Hyunjin’s, anger visible in his own. But he’s the one who’s fucked everything up, not in the position to get jealous now. His only chance would be to finally confess, but he just can’t convince himself to do so. “What about you?” You ask Changbin, as Hyunjin starts looking at his phone, not wanting to seem pathetic.

“Me neither.” Your ex admits, taking a sip from his beer. The conversation goes on, short after switching to unrelated topics, everything rather on a smalltalk level. When you stand up at some point and go to the kitchen for another drink, Hyunjin wants to follow you, but when Changbin gets up from his seat heading in your direction, he changes his mind.

“Can you make me another one of those fancy drinks?” Changbin asks you, as you spill some of the liquor, jumping in place because you didn’t expect him to stand right beside you. “Shit- you scared me”, you tell him, making him feel uncomfortable but when you start giggling about the situation he soon joins you in laughing. “How about I’ll present to you my mixing skills and you’ll try it yourself?”

“Only if you help me and be a bit patient, I don’t promise to be good at this.” Nodding at his suggestion, you reach your hand out and he gives you his empty glass that you place on the counter. Grabbing the shimmering bottle of vodka, you pour approximately one and a half shots into his glass. As you put your own next to his, you instruct him: “Just pour as much in mine as I did with your drink.”

Attentively nodding, he does as he’s told, poisonous liquid filling the jar. Taking the juice box from the other side of the counter, you add some of the mango-tasting drink to the alcohol in his glass, telling him to do the same with your own. The man beside you is highly focused on the tasks you’re giving him, trying to impress you while just being so glad about the fact he’s finally able to interact with you. It feels like he’s the happiest man alive, being allowed to be in a room with you, spending time together.

“So what’s next?” He is interested in the whole process or at least he’s trying to be, wanting to impress you a bit more. “We’ll add some seltzer and fresh orange slices”. Searching for the water, you grab the bottle, pouring just a little bit of its liquid into Changbin’s glass. When he reaches for the plastic, he accidentally brushes your fingers with his own, lightning shooting through your veins, as your eyes lock his.

“You’re really good at this”, you compliment him, knowing these are absolutely easy tasks almost anyone can do, but you can’t resist when his gaze lingers on you and you catch his eyes wandering down your body, practically taking your clothes off in his mind. “Well, you’re the best teacher”, he says, the famous smirk appearing on his face and at this moment you realise how much you’ve missed it.

Taking a small knife out the drawer, you place an orange onto a cutting board. Slicing the fresh fruit, you add some of it into both your glasses. “Finish everything with a shot of white rum”, you instruct, reaching for the bottle of hard alcohol as you pour the mentioned amount into Changbin’s drink and when you’re done he copies your actions.

When the both of you are finished with preparing the mixtures, each of you grab your glasses, as Changbin starts a toast: “To getting along again”. As your eyes meet, a clinking sound echoes through the room, his gaze never leaving yours. “Keep your eyes on mine, you know what it means”, Changbin tells you - referring to the idea not looking at each while making a toast means bad sex - and you instantly feel yourself blush at his demand, blood sprinting up to your head. When you do as you’re told, he speaks again: “Good girl”.

There it is again and even though you want to hate him and even more hate yourself, you can’t help it, can’t escape his glances, his words, the way he’s making you feel, so easily getting in your head just like the drinks you’ve had over the past hours. It’s like you're trying to escape a maze, being chased by him but with the difference of not bothering to escape, when his free hand lands on your hip.

When he takes a few steps closer to you, cageing you between the counter and his body, he places the drink aside, soon after putting your glass away as well. Changbin’s other hand wanders to your jaw, softly placing his index finger under your chin, making you look at him even though your gaze has never left his face. “You know, I’ve never been able to let my hands off you, when you’re wearing these tight black dresses in combination with those stockings”, your ex whispers into your ear.

“Then don’t”, you tell him and it’s everything he needs to hear to place his lips onto your neck, instantly adding kisses, licks and bites on your soft skin, as your head falls back, hands holding onto the countertop behind you. When he disconnects his mouth from your body, his thumb brushes a spot right under your lower lip and he places the finger inside his mouth, as he says: “You’ve spilled some of your drink, princess”.

His lips land on the sensitive area between your ear and neck again, as his hand crawls upwards to your throat, putting a little bit of pressure onto the sides, making you roll your eyes to the back of your head in pleasure. Blaming it on the amount of alcohol you’ve had, you find it almost unbelievable how easy it is for him to have you under his spell again. 

And when his eyes find your own, flickering down onto your mouth, you waste no time grabbing his face and placing your lips onto his. He tastes exactly like you, a mixture of the sweet juices and the bitter taste of the different types of liquors. Brushing your upper and lower lip with his tongue, you allow him entrance, the innocent kisses soon turning into a heated make out session, when his hands land on your hips first just to wander down to your ass, roughly grabbing the flesh through the fabric of your thin dress.

It’s never been this fast for you to lose your mind over those simple touches, but the alcohol for sure plays a huge role in your advanced eagerness. Your mind is occupied by Changbin and only him, how he’s so close to you, tongues fighting for dominance, when he painfully slowly slides his hand between your thighs and starts playing with the hem of your dress.

You’re pretty relieved, no one’s in the kitchen at this moment and that it isn’t possible to see the both of you from the angle in the living room where all the others are sitting. Suddenly, his lips leave yours, a string of saliva still connecting the both of you, just so he can look into your eyes, when his fingers brush over your covered heat. Soon after, he pushes the lace aside, two digits smearing the wetness over your folds, as you keep staring into his eyes so obediently, Changbin might just cum right here and now.

When he grazes your sensitive bundle of nerves, you instantly fall back a bit, trying to withstand the sensations, but accidentally knock the glass with your drink over, liquid landing on your dress. Out of shock, Changbin immediately pulls away, as you quietly cry out, the uncomfortable feeling of the cold drink soaking through your dress, sticky droplets attached to your skin. 

“We should clean this off, before it ruins the pretty dress”, Changbin instructs, grabbing some paper towels from behind you and rubbing the liquids out the fabric with little to no success. “This won’t do anything- I’ll have to wash it out now immediately or else I can’t wear it ever again”, you tell him. Throwing the towels away, the man in front of you suggests: “Go to the bathroom and I’ll meet you there in a minute, so people won’t find anything suspicious.”

Simply nodding, you walk around him, leaving the kitchen and entering the living room. To your luck, everyone is observed in their conversations, unaware of the fact you’re heading to the bathroom. Until a certain pair of eyes lands on you, specifically, on the marks on your neck. Hyunjin can’t believe what he’s just witnessed, when he remembers Changbin has followed you to the kitchen some time ago. 

Immediately noticing the furious look on his face, a feeling beyond anger building up in his body, you look away in regret but soon remember there’s nothing to be ashamed of, when he’s the one who did you wrong first. When you enter the corridor, you can hear Hyunjin scoff in the distance and you walk through the door of the bathroom.

Trying to get the stain out of the fabric you’ve just taken off, you wash your dress with running water, hoping it helps at least a bit. When you're wringing out the dampness, you hear a knock on the door, a quiet ‘it’s me’ following. “Come in”, you say and Changbin enters the bathroom as well. “Is it successful?” He asks caringly. “Well- I hope so.”

Just now you realise you’re standing there in nothing but your underwear and those stockings your ex still adores so much and when he takes a few steps towards you, you feel like a prey getting hunted by its predator. “Can I make it up to you, princess? I’m kinda responsible for this mess”, Changbin whispers into your ear. 

Walking towards him, you lay your arms around his neck and close the gap between your mouths, lips slowly moving against each other, allowing his tongue to enter. Changbin’s hands land on your hips, pulling you even closer to him, as you get lost in the sensation caused by his passionate movements. 

It’s like everything that’s ever happened between the both of you, just seems to be forgotten at this moment. You’re using him just like he’s using you but in a different way - for you, subconsciously, he’s helping you to get your mind off the tall blonde guy you’re living with while your ex tells himself, kissing you one last time, being close and intimate with you, will help him finally get over you.

He’d be lying, if it hasn’t been part of his plan and reason he’s attending the party in the first place, to be close to you again. Initially, he was hoping to talk to you again, maybe figure out solutions for the barrier he’s put between you and him, but he’s thankful he can at least physically be with you, hoping it’s not a one time thing.

You did tell him, though, you’re not involved in something serious with another person. Of course, Changbin is definitely jealous about the possibility you’ve slept with another man or two but the fact it’s nothing with feelings attached, lets him dream again he’s still the one for you. After all, you’re the only one for him and probably will always be.

So tonight he’ll prove to you, he’s changed for the better in the last months, even though for now he’s not allowed to do so with words. He’s contemplating letting his hands wander upwards to your face, wanting to caress your soft skin he has missed so much, only wanting to make love to you. But then he remembers you’re not his anymore, you don’t belong to him.

Deciding to get to your mind on another level while taking it for his advantage, his hands travel down instead, landing on your ass, roughly squeezing your flesh through the panties. “So, princess, what if I just continue with what we were doing back in the kitchen?” Changbin suggests, mischievous smile on his face again, as one of his hands slowly guides your bra straps down while the other one is busy pushing your lace aside.

Not three seconds later, you stand there in front of him completely naked while he’s fully dressed but you don’t care, it just adds to how aroused and eager you already are. Before bringing his fingers back to where you need him the most, he lays them onto your lower lips asking for entrance and you obediently give him permission, big eyes fixated on his. Passionately sucking on his digits, you moan out but your sounds are suppressed.

Bringing them back between your wet folds, his thumb finds your bundle of nerves, as he pushes two fingers inside at once. Everything feels so familiar, so comfortable, as if nothing bad has ever happened between the both of you. The promise you’ve kept with yourself so successfully, to never let this man touch you in your life again, just vanishes away with every second.

Mentally, he’s already in your mind again, when his movements get faster with time, thumb drawing circles onto your clit. But every time you think you’re getting close to your relief, you just can’t bring your body to reach that sweet feeling. Because no matter if you keep your eyes on the face of the man in front of you or just close them, the only thought that comes to your head is that annoying blonde.

Hyunjin, it’s Hyunjin again. It’s like you’ve trained your stupid brain to only be able to come undone with his permission. Realising it’s useless, you push Changbin’s hands out of you, but when a suspicious and sad face appears on his face, not wanting to hurt his feelings, you decide he deserves some pleasure as well.

Slowly sinking down to the floor, you fumble with his belt, let his pants and underwear pool around his ankles and bring your hand around his length. “Oh, look at you on your knees for me- can’t wait to turn you into a mess again, princess”, he says, grabbing your hair to create a makeshift ponytail as he wastes no time and guides your head towards his cock. 

Giving his tip and length some kitten licks, you slowly take all of him into your mouth, triggering your gag reflex in the process. As your head bumps up and down, you notice your ex boyfriends’ head fall back in pleasure, unable to hold back any longer. When he senses he’s close, he decides he wants more than just that, so he pulls himself out of your mouth again. “Get up, good girls like you deserve a reward”.

Standing up on your feed again, you instantly turn around so your back meets his chest. Slightly disappointed, Changbin has been hoping to look at you during the intimate moment, he positions his tip at your entrance from behind you. Laying one of your knees on the bathroom counter for better access, he slowly pushes himself into you. “Fuck- I need you, Changbin”, you tell him as a sign you’re ready and he starts thrusting into you.

When one of his hands wanders up your throat from the front, adding pressure onto the sides, you can feel yourself getting lost again. Trying to push the thought of Hyunjin aside, you moan every time Changbin hits just the right spot, whispering into your ear that you’re being so good just for him. 

At one point, he remembers you’ve been with other guys since the break up and when his jealous nature takes over, he says: “Look at you- you’ve been fucking around with other guys but at the end of the day you still come back to me”. You know his intentions are completely opposite from what’s getting into your head, but at the mention, no other than Hyunjin comes to your mind again and almost pathetically, you clench around your ex’ dick.

Changbin on the other hand notices how you’re slowly falling apart underneath him but understands your reaction as a compliment for him, the hopes of you still being in love with him increasing with every second. It’s the worst kind of misunderstanding, both of you utterly happy in the moment even though the other person thinks about something completely different. 

Deep down you know it’s unfair to him, but you can’t bring yourself to stop thinking about Hyunjin and more pathetically, the other guy being on your mind brings you closer to your own relief. When Changbin senses it, he pulls you closer to him, as his own movements get sloppier because of the way you’re tightening around him. 

“Just like that- such a good girl”, he praises you but at this point you’re blocking out what he’s saying, but still moan as loud as you can because of the pleasure he’s giving to you. There’s no doubt, Changbin is making you feel good - he really is since he knows your body like nobody else - so you gather all your strengths to get the other boy off your mind, shouting your ex’ name when you get closer.

Soon after, you cum all over him, when he paints your walls white some seconds later. Heavily panting, he pulls out of you and walks towards the shower. Cleaning himself first, he comes back to you and helps you as well, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “I’ve missed this”, he says. 

But almost reflexively, you escape his gaze, as you put your underwear and the now dried dress back on. “Are you okay?” Changbin asks caringly and when you still don’t answer, he places your chin between his index finger and thumb to guide your eyes onto his by turning your head. Ironically, he notices before you that you’re crying, as he sees tears streaming down your face.

“I’m- I’m a really bad person- I shouldn’t have done this”, you cry out, your sobbing almost making it hard for him to understand you properly. “Hey, it’s alright, just explain what you mean”, he reassures you, softly caressing the back of your head, pulling you into a hug. “I realised it too late- but I feel so bad that I’ve been thinking about someone else while we were- you know”.

With this, Changbin's world shatters into pieces, ears going numb, vision dazzled as he’s trying to process what you’ve just admitted. He knows, it’s unfair to get jealous, you’re not together anymore and it’s his problem he’s still not over you, but he just can’t control himself when he asks, making everything for himself even worse: “Who were you thinking about?”

Tilting your head aside and pulling away from him, you cross your arms in front of your chest, as you begin: “Someone else, who I’ve been sleeping with over the last week”. At this point, Changbin hopes it’s anyone other than the person he’s suspecting, but he still asks further: “Who is it? Who have you been fucking around with?”

Unlike his choice of words, his voice is completely calm and quiet. Realising he’ll figure it out eventually anyway, you answer: “It’s Hyunjin”. You instantly start bawling your eyes out again, as you turn to your side, hiding your face in one of the towels that have been laying beside the sink.

“Hyunjin? That bastard who’s pretended he doesn’t like you for the last two years? Fucking asshole, I should have known he’ll make the first move once he’s got the chance”, Changbin says, his voice becoming a bit louder now but he’s in no way screaming at you. You’re not even sure if he’s mad at you, Hyunjin or both. 

“I’m so sorry”, is all you can say, not even paying attention to the important hint your ex has just given you. “No, don’t be- I have to accept that you’re not my girlfriend anymore. I’m not mad at you”, he says, guardedly cupping your shoulders to turn you around again so you’re looking at him, “I’m really not. It’s just- he’s admitted a long time ago he’s had a crush on you since the beginning so I’m kind of hurt about the fact he’s trying to get with you at the first chance he gets.”

Everything feels like a fever dream to you, the whole evening from the beginning until now. Changbin, the Changbin, known for being jealous about any male breathing the same air as you, doesn’t get jealous you’ve been sleeping with his friend behind his back? Because he suspected it? Because he has been aware Hyunjin has been into you for ages?

It’s like your whole world has been turned upside down, nothing makes any sense anymore but you do know that you still feel bad about the fact, you’ve slept with your ex, getting his hopes up high when he’s still possibly into you. “Changbin, listen”, you begin, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to lead you on- I don’t regret what we’ve done, but I should have let you know about Hyunjin.”

“You don’t owe me anything, Y/N”, he makes sure, wiping your tears away with his thumb. “I was the one who’s destroyed everything between the both of us, not only by cheating on you but I know now, I’ve been treating you the wrong way, that I’ve never truly deserved you. So, I’m in no position to get mad. And yes- I'm still not over you, but I just want you to be happy- and if he brings you happiness, I won’t get in the way, okay?”

You simply nod, still trying to process what he’s just said. But you’re relieved. Relieved he’s not mad at you, relieved he’s okay with the Hyunjin part and relieved you finally know there’s only one man you want.

But when you leave the bathroom and walk towards the seating area of the living room again, alone this time, Hyunjin isn't there anymore. “He’s left- I don’t know what happened, he’s told us he needs some time alone and that he’s left a message for you on your phone.”

Confused pairs of eyes staring at you, since none of your friends understand why your enemy would care about what you think about his sudden disappearance, you grab your phone from the table and open his message.

Hyunjin: I’m sorry I’ve messed things up and acted like a coward again, I’m in no position to get mad at you. But I’m still hurt about the fact, I’m only your second choice again, I should have known. I need some time for myself and, yes, I agree, we should definitely end this.

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say please

i. changbin x reader

ii. 18+ only, mentions of periods, slight breeding kink, nothing explicit happens, slight sub!changbin

iii. for my lovely clove cause we are going through it — @lixesque

♡ taglist: @drunkwater @starlostseungmin @moon-320 @yvniek4ng @i-am-silver @heartsforhyunjin @snow-pegasus @chriscentric @abiaswreck @septicrebel @spicyfrogbrain

Changbin coming home early to surprise you but he’s caught you at a bad time—well not bad but it’s the week before your period and you’re extremely horny.

When he comes into the apartment dripping from his previous workout, shirt tight across his chest and his shorts a size too small you think you might lose it. You can’t take your eyes off of him, breath stuttering as he wraps those big arms around you and you can’t help but to think about what it they would feel like holding you down while he—

“Y/n.”

Your name pulls you out of your thoughts, blinking twice before meeting his gaze.

“Something on your mind bun.”

Yeah, him and the thought of his big dick filling your—.

“Nope, nothing at all,” you say a bit too quickly, squirming in his hold.

Changbin frowned at that.

“You don’t want me to hold you,” he pouts, bottom lip jutting out slightly.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want him too, but the feeling of his cock pressed against your thigh was starting to make you sweat.

“It’s not that.”

“What is it then? You seem distracted…”

And at that, the damn breaks.

“My period’s next week and I’ve been horny as hell for the past forty-eight hours and you walk in here looking like sex on legs with your wet hair, tight clothes and those fucking arms! God of course I’m distracted!”

Changbin blinks twice at you before bursting into laughter.

You pout as the man slumps against the couch, laughing as if you’ve just told him the funniest joke on earth.

“Y/n if you wanted to have sex you could have just said something.”

You huff before turning towards him.

“Fine. Fuck me.”

Changbin giggles before sitting up, leaning forward to press a kiss against your nose.

“Say please.”

In the blink of an eye your eyes narrow, pushing him to lay on his back before climbing over him. Changbin’s hands immediately went to your waist, eyes wide as you settle your crotch over his. A deep groan leaves his lips as you grind yourself against him.

“You’re going to take me to the bedroom and pin me down with these big arms,” you groan as you slide your hands up his biceps.

“And then you are going to fill me up nice and good until I’m dripping with you.”

Changbin moans at that, hips bucking to meet yours.

“Want that so bad,” he mutters.

A wicked smile makes its way onto your lips as you brush his fluffy hair from his eyes.

“Say please,” you repeat his words from earlier.

Changbin grunts before lifting up to press his lips against yours.

“Please.”

only here to sin (masterlist) | kth

When your genius of a boyfriend returns to Harvard for his sophomore year of college, you never would have expected to have his worst enemy keeping you entertained in his absence.

» pairing: fuckboy!taehyung x fem!reader (ft. namjoon) » genre: BTS | 18+ | enemies to lovers | smut | angst  

» word count: 39,819

» warnings: infidelity | loss of virginity | alcohol | marijuana | explicit smut | toxic romantic and familial relationships | mental health/therapy | misogyny | references parental death | each individual chapter will have its own warnings

» masterlist | ao3 | send me ur thots 👅

» what was jai listening to? a fuckboy spotify playlist

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Chapter One - "I’m not your jagiya."

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Chapter Two - "I’m gonna have fun with you."

↳ 5k | May 7, 2022

Chapter Three - "If you were my girlfriend, I’d show you off every chance I got."

↳ 17k | June 14, 2022

Final Chapter - “You motherfucker.”

↳ 14.6k | September 17, 2022

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"But Hoseok doesn’t cry, not this time—he expected it. Deep down, digging deeper through his heart, a part of him knew he would be left behind, just like every other time before." I really loved reading this part. Hit me directly in the heart 😭

alone again — jhs

⟶ SUMMARY : Hoseok always ends up alone when the moon shines bright and the clock strikes midnight. Everyone eventually leaves him. And he isn’t surprised when you do, too. | pg-15

⟶ GENRE : angst, fluff, drabble

⟶ PAIRING : Hoseok x reader

⟶ WC : 1.1k

⟶ WARNINGS : hobi just needs a hug :(, angsty feelings, he thinks he is unworthy of love, hobi is deprivated of love, hints at infidelity, fluffy at the end !!

⟶ NOTE : i was in the mood for some angst, and i was lisening to chamber of reflection cover by youranxietybuddy, and this idea came to my mind!! I hope u all like this mini drabble with our lovely hobi <3 

please reblog or leave feedback if u like this drabble, it helps a lot !! ♡ 

MASTERLIST

The sky at night is a beautiful sight.

Poets would describe it as a blessing, but for Jung Hoseok, the night is a curse he felt ever since he was a little boy.

Every time the clock strikes midnight, the universe mocks him with the reminder of his loneliness and the way he is unlovable to every human walking the earth.

He’s an adult, pushing his thirties and never once has another human chosen to stay with him or just chose him. They always left him at night, and when the clock struck midnight, Hoseok was alone again. Just like every other night.

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