"But Hoseok Doesnt Cry, Not This Timehe Expected It. Deep Down, Digging Deeper Through His Heart, A Part

"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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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.

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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.

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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”.

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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.

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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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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 :(

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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.

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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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Proof of Work Chapter Five: Prototype

chapter one. chapter two. chapter three. chapter 4. masterlist.

Summary: after being forced to pair up with your slacker yet annoyingly endearing coworker, Jungkook, you made the one mistake you swore you wouldn't do- you had sex with him. but it's never happening again! right?

Warning! contains: pining, frustration, countdowns, workplace romance, unprotected sex, slapping, doggystyle position, fingering, possession, begging, anything else I missed.

Proof of work is a form of cryptographic proof in which one party proves to others that a certain amount of a specific computational effort has been expended.

It was an important factor in web designing, one of the last steps in the entire process. It was like putting a bow on the final project, an insurance policy for your boss to know that yes, Jungkook and I did everything within our power to make this work.

But you couldn't promise that- not entirely.

You didn't do everything within your power because that would've entailed remaining completely focused on the job. That wouldn't entailed not falling in love with your partner, ignoring him for a week because he said you sucked, and then having sex with him when he told you he loved you.

It wouldn't have entailed any of that.

So, you quit.

Not your job, you're not an idiot- You quit Jungkook.

Swore him off like a bad habit, put him and your feelings for him in a really tiny box in the back of your mind and swore to yourself that you wouldn't, couldn't, think of him as anything but your coworker ever again.

Okay, at least until the project was over at least.

It was going well too, all you had to do was not look at him for longer than three seconds. Three seconds, because every time you did you thought of how it felt to have Jungkook on top of you, body pushing against yours.

Three, because of the three very loud, very earth shatteringly strong orgasms he gave you. The two mouth-shaped you were currently nursing, one on your right breast and the other on your ass cheek. And lastly, the one thing you were too chicken to tell him-

I love you.

You remembered the exact way it felt to have his lips on your skin, making his way down your spine and over the swell of your ass. It was hard not to feel a tingle when you thought of the way his lip ring felt pressing into the softest parts of you, the way you couldn't tear your eyes off of his large ones, wide and round and so full of love as he looked up towards you.

You stepped into the elevator up to your office, about to pound the floor button when the doors stayed open a fraction of a second too long, giving just enough time to someone else to slide through.

Jungkook stood in front of you, wide eyes caught off guard and you averted your line of sight away from him, guilt washing over you immediately as you remembered the last conversation you had.

“What do you mean ‘this can’t happen again’? You regret sleeping with me?” He accused, jerking his head back in an annoyed fashion.

He was sprawled out on your bed with his leg hanging off of the side, completely nude other than your top sheet covering his ass. You were tucked underneath him, his arm holding you securely to his side.

“No,” You said too quickly, noticing the sigh of relief Jungkook breathed out onto your skin. You hugged yourself to him, wanting to be impossibly close. His skin was too warm and too soft to be any farther than right beside him. “I just think we shouldn’t sleep together again until the project is over. It’ll distract us.”

“You think you can stay away from me for that long?” He scrutinized, narrowed eyes peering down at you suspiciously.

No.

“Yes,” You mumbled weakly, knowing you were lying.

Jungkook laughed bitterly and pushed your face up to his, clearly pissed off.

“Bullshit.” He snapped before kissing you roughly, rolling you onto your back and covering your body with his, hands already trailing downwards.

You forced yourself to keep your eyes away from him now, pressing the elevator button quickly and sighing in relief when he stood behind you, leaning against the wall where you couldn't look at him.

"Matcha." Jungkook's voice cut your thoughts off, a spontaneously appearing bright green iced drink dangling from a tattooed hand suddenly in your field of vision.

You took it quickly, heart racing as he stepped closer behind you, heat from his chest radiating onto your back. You could smell his cologne and thought of how that smell lingered on your skin until the next day, stayed in your sheets until you forced yourself to wash them just to stop the persistent sex dreams oriented around him shoving his cock down your throat and making you bend into impossible angles that made you wake up with wet panties and a feeling in your bones you knew only cats in heat could relate to.

"Thank you," You whispered, refusing to turn around to face him, “I thought you were mad at me?”

“Oh, I am.” He assured quickly, his hand creeping down to your hip and flattening against the hem of your trousers, pressing into your lower belly. “But I didn’t sleep well last night so I needed the caffeine anyway and I like the way your lips looked wrapped around a straw.”

His voice was low and gravely and made you shiver, his lips kissing the temple of your forehead. You felt the metal of his lip ring press into your skin and remembered how good it felt against other parts of your body, how you wished he had more piercings just to know how those would feel too.

“Y-You didn’t sleep well?” You asked, ignoring the rest of his words for your own sanity.

“Nope,” he said plainly. “Kept having this dream about you telling me you loved me and then getting naked.”

You hadn't told him that you felt the same way yet.

You were going to, that night. It was on the tip of your tongue the entire time, it almost slipped out a million times. But a larger part of you was terrified that he would go right back to the cold version of himself that had ripped you to shreds so easily.

You turned your head slightly to look at him over your shoulder, frustration plastered over both of your faces, “That’s not fair.”

You felt him sigh and pull away slightly, his hand lifting off of your body immediately, "I know- I’ll behave, I just miss you.”

“I miss you too,” You admitted.

The elevator opened up as if on cue and you stepped out, making a beeline towards your desk and leaving him alone.

Jungkook groaned in annoyance, letting out a silent scream before following you out. He was trying to play it off, but the longer you put this dumb no contact rule on him, the more he was starting to spin out.

At first, he thought it was completely reasonable. He had already broken your trust once, he was willing to work to get it back, but he underestimated how much he loved you. It wasn't his fault, he hadn't ever felt like this about anyone.

He wanted you around him all the time, he felt better than he had in weeks that night you asked him to stay over. The feeling of security that washed over him just knowing you were right beside him all night- it was a lot to feel. He couldn't get you out of his head, couldn't stop himself from wondering if you were okay, if you were thinking about him, if you had completely forgiven him.

He went along with your little plan to stay coworkers and nothing more for the rest of the day, being what he thought was a perfect gentleman.

You saw things a little differently.

Maybe it was just in his nature, but Jungkook was a flirt, through and through. You could feel his eyes lingering on you throughout the day, the excess of jokes you couldn't help but laugh at, the way he went out of his way to interact with you. He moved his desk spot to be directly in front of yours, sending the girl who he had unceremoniously kicked out a seething glare she tried complaining about it.

"Keep your puppy in control- he's giving me the evil eye," She quipped. You snapped your eyes up towards her, narrowing your eyes before you noticed the smile on her face- as if she could tell that you two were…

Whatever you were.

"Be nice," You warned, eyeing him before turning to her, "And he's not my puppy."

"I'm okay with being your puppy,” Jungkook smirked, shutting up as soon as you turned your glare back towards him.

You worked in silence for the next hour, ignoring the fact that Jungkook’s ankle was currently hooked over yours, the toe of his shoes moving up and down on your lower calf so slowly you wondered if it was an unconscious thing, something he didn’t even realize he was doing until he stopped completely. You pushed your foot up against him, wrapping yourself more tightly around him, willing him to continue. He sat still and you snuck a glance towards him, frowning indignantly. Jungkook was looking at you already, a smirk on his lips. He quirked his eyebrows at you, taunting you.

You blushed, visions of the last time he looked at you like that flashing in front of your mind. It was a little after you let him into your apartment, staring at him in his place on your couch.

"Why'd you say it?" You whispered, staring at a spot in the center of his chest.

"I dunno- I didn't realize what I was saying until..."

"Until you were saying that I sucked." You finished, frowning slightly.

"I really, really didn't mean it- you know you're brilliant, you know I think you're brilliant too." He insisted, "I think you're amazing, so incredibly smart and capable. You're funny and you're always on time for work and you're nice to everyone-"

"What else do you think about me?" You asked, cutting him off.

"I- what?" He froze, his face splitting into a disbelieving smile.

You smiled back at him, leaning forward to take a better look at his face. You'd forgive him- you already had. Maybe it wasn't the smartest thing to do, maybe he'd fuck you over and end up breaking your heart again- but you loved him.

It was as simple as that- you loved him and you'd forgive him.

"I mean, what else do you think about me?" You asked, grinning at him.

His eyebrows quirked and his lips settled into a smirk, leaning towards you slowly, closing the gap between the two of you, "You really wanna know?"

"I really do," You nodded, pressing your lips to his.

"I finished my draft of the report, wanna see?" Jungkook asked a little while longer, breaking you out of your thoughts.

Half of the office had already gone out for lunch, making you wonder if eating with Jungkook was against your own rules.

You perked up, ecstatic that he had finished it so quickly. You grinned and nodded, clapping your hands excitedly. He beamed back at you, tilting his head in an adorable way and laughed at you before getting up. You watched him walk around to your desk, confused as to why he didn't just send airdrop a copy to your monitor.

He leaned over the back of your chair, nudging your keyboard over to make room for his laptop before setting it in front of you, "Here." He whispered in your ear, tone slightly too soft, too sultry to be just a coworker's.

A shiver ran down your spine and you did your best to ignore it, reading over the report instead. It was good- better than good, it was almost perfect. You still had minor adjustments to make, aspects you were in charge of to fill in, but Jungkook had done amazing work.

"Come on," He whined. "You wanna be good project manager, right? Give your teammate feedback- tell me I did a good job, that I'm a good boy, give me a reward."

He had an evil little glint in his eye, toying with you like an animal playing with its food. You let out a puff of frustrated sigh, shaking your head in disbelief.

Tiny box, tiny box, tiny box.

You stood up abruptly, practically knocking Jungkook over. He made a noise of surprise, eyes widening in alarm when you spun on your heels to look at him dead on.

"You're a good boy," You repeated in an airy tone that gave away your arousal, "W-What kind of a reward do you want?"

"Mmm," He hummed pensively, "A pat on the head? A kiss? A lap dance? Anything will work- come on, we're practically alone, no one has to know."

You narrowed your eyes, looking straight ahead instead of at him, "I'll let you hold my hand for ten seconds."

"Deal- but we're waffling." He grinned, grabbing your hand.

You counted to ten slower than you ever had before and squeezed his fingers in yours before attempting to slip your hand out, but not before he yanked to towards him by it, his lips hovering over your ear, "After this is over, I'm gonna fuck you so hard and put you on a countdown.”

“Countdown for…?” You trailed off, looking up at him with wide eyes until it clicked.

“Five, four,” He counted patiently, “three…two…one.”

You gasped, a spark fluttering down your body. You gripped his bicep instinctively, eyes wide and panicked. He laughed loudly at your reaction, kissing you on the cheek before slipping out of your hold, "Thanks for the encouragement, partner. You really are the best at motivating me."

He did not fit in that tiny box anymore.

"I'm going to lunch," You announced, grabbing your stuff quickly before you melted into a small puddle.

"What a coincidence, me too!" Jungkook said cheerily, stuffing his wallet in his back pocket.

Why, why, why?

"You're still not playing fair," You insisted, looking at him with large, pleading eyes.

He cooed, pouting largely and tilting his head to the side, "Poor baby- too bad I'm just your teammate and I don’t want to do anything to help you. Maybe if I was your boyfriend, I'd be a little more sympathetic."

"You did this to me," You grumbled, "Gave me emotional whiplash and left me defenseless and confused like a damn abandoned feral cat in heat."

"In heat?" He repeated, stifling laughter.

"Let's just go to lunch." You said in a flat tone, going back to ignoring him completely. "And somewhere quick too, we have that investor meeting at 1:00, remember?"

"Yeah, yeah," He rumbled, hand flattening against your lower back and pushing you towards the elevator.

You really did just mean to go to lunch.

"Fuckin missed this," Jungkook groaned, slamming you against the wall.

You gasped, hands tightening around his shoulders as his grasped your ass and pushed up, picking you up easily. You wrapped your legs around his torso and squeezed- hard.

"It's only been a couple days," You pointed out, kissing him between the words and moving down to pepper your lips along his jaw.

"Doesn't matter," He mumbled against your skin, breathing in your scent. "I miss you all the time."

"You are a little puppy," You joked, rearing your head back to watch his reaction.

Jungkook rolled his eyes but had a smile on his face that gave away how he really felt, leaning in to bite down on your shoulder, "Woof."

You whined, pushing him off and kissing him instead, hands raking down his back, "Want you bad- I had dreams about you too, you know."

"Yeah?" He teased, eyes wandering down to where your hips rolled against his body, pressing your shoulder blades harder into the wall. "What was I doing?"

"Telling me you loved me and getting naked," You sassed, "Jungkook, I need you to-"

"I got it," He hissed, hooking one arm around you while the other unzipped his pants quickly, walking you over to your bed and dumping you down on it.

Jungkook made your mind melt. 

He affected you in a way that no one else did- made you lose your cool and change your mind about a million things. He made you forget about waiting, forget about work, forget about everything except for him.

He had you bent over, knees spread wide and digging into the soft material of your bed where the once tidy sheets were now wrinkled and pooled around you. Your cheek pressed against a pillow, shoulders down, ass up as Jungkook's hips slammed into you from behind. 

You didn't bother holding back your moans, taking everything he had to give you and mumbling his name over and over like a whine. You felt his hand smooth up your spine and his tattooed fingers buried into the hair at the nape of your neck, "Like that?"

"Y-Yeah, Yes- Yes, Jungkook, keep going," You begged, "Please."

He groaned and you felt your body temperature rise a couple degrees as he leaned over your frame, the hot skin of his chest pressing against your back as his hips snapped against yours. You weren't sure how long had passed since the two of you had snuck away to your apartment on your break, or how many time he had made you cum on his fingers, his tongue-

"I'm gonna cum again," You gasped, almost in disbelief.

Jungkook chuckled and stretched back upright, moving slower now. 

"What was that you said about being able to stay away from me?" He taunted, "Now look at you, falling apart on my cock."

"Behave," You warned, fists closing around the sheets. 

"Tell me you need me," He countered, slowing dangerously close to not moving at all.

You squirmed, trying to move your hips against him until his large hand stilled you firmly, other hand slapping the fleshy part of your ass. You felt tears prick at your eyes and withered beneath him, banging your hand against the surface of your bed in frustration. He said your name softly, juxtaposing the strictness of his actions. 

"You're so annoying," You scoffed, feeling your control weaken.

"You like it," He bit back, the teasing tone in his voice making your stomach flip.

You angled your head to the side so you could look back at him and he knew you were passing judgment on the situation- debating whether or not to play along with him. Jungkook knew you well, knew that the only way around your stubbornness was to back you into a corner. He snuck a hand between your thighs, fingers massaging where you were stretched thin around his cock and you gasped, back arching sharply as you leaned into his touch. 

"Who got you this desperate, huh?" He muttered, raising an eyebrow at you.

"Y-You do," You mumbled. 

"Want my cock that bad?"  

"O-Okay, yes! Yes, I need you- need you so bad I can't even look at you without my mouth watering. Want you all the time, please?" You sniffled, looking back at him with wide eyes. "Please, fuck me?"

Jungkook sighed contently, hips immediately starting up into a rough pace. You buried your head in the sheets and moaned loudly, pleasure coursing through your body. Jungkook kept his eyes glued to where your hips met, your flesh red and warm to the touch and your pussy so wet it was dripping back onto him. 

"Cum for me, now." He ordered, hands stroking the sides of your body. 

"What?" You whined, having trouble focusing on much of anything at the moment. 

"10, 9, 8," He counted calmly, ignoring you as his fingers found your clit and rubbed circles into your most sensitive spot. 

He loved you like this- felt proud when he saw you splayed out for him, completely messy and fucked out. You panicked, feeling tension build in your body. 

"7, 6, 5-"

"W-Wait," You moaned out, legs beginning to shake. 

"No- 4, 3, 2-" Jungkook laughed sadistically. 

He didn't make it to one before you finished, moaning loudly as your pussy clenched so tight around him it made him grunt and stopped his thrusts. He pushed around you in shallow movements, rocking you through your high as you reached back to hold whatever part of him you could reach. 

He noticed you reaching for him and leaned over your body again, hot mouth leaving wet kisses at the back of your neck and down your back, "That's it, let me take care of you. Good girl, just let go."

You whimpered, tears rolling down your cheeks as he finished inside of you, heat flooding your core. You could feel him fill you up, burying himself to the hilt and cursing under his breath. You could barely remember what planet you were on, the only thoughts going through your mind consumed by Jungkook. 

"You okay?" He asked quietly, treating you more gently now.

"Y-Yes, so good." You stuttered out. 

He smiled against your skin and let you collapse underneath him, focusing on your breathing. He pulled out slowly, hissing in sensitivity before running a hand through your folds. Your hips bucked back against him but let him explore, playing with you as his cum dripped out of you. He fucked it back into you with his middle finger, his free hand smoothing your hair back soothingly. 

"We were supposed to be back in the office like twenty minutes ago, huh?" Jungkook laughed, eyes latching onto the clock on your wall. 

"What?" You yelled, sitting up sharply.

You were fucked- in more ways than one.