Never Have I Ever - Pt.1

never have i ever - pt.1

warnings: cursing, drinking, brief mentions of sex in dialogue, fluff??, angst (nothing explicit)

word count: 2k

summary: you play never have i ever with four friends - jaehyun, who sulks because he’s just thrown a party for a boy who doesn’t seem to have any interest in him; doyoung, who has an alcohol tolerance as (surprisingly) strong as his tendency to tease johnny; johnny, your best friend since high school who apparently wants to kiss someone in the room; and mark, the sweet boy who blushes when you smile at him.

pairings: college!best friend!johnny x reader x college!mark -> choose your own adventure! (two parts total)

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you feel so giddily drunk that you can ignore how the bass of the loud music downstairs thumps against your eardrums. johnny has an arm wrapped around your shoulder, sitting on the mini couch as you lean back into him. both of you are clearly drunk and clearly too big for the small sofa, his side squished beneath your back and your legs entangled. johnny mumbles something inaudible and you nod, your mind too clouded to ask your best friend to repeat what he’d said. your attention is more focused on the game between you, johnny, and the three boys in the friend group he’d inserted you into five months ago. you’d known all of them since high school, but hadn’t really talked until the five of you happened to go to the same college. you start to think you regret not befriending them sooner, but immediately scratch out the thought when you remember the time you’d seen freshman jaehyun eat his booger during class.

“never have i ever hosted a big ass party just to stay in my room,” mark giggles from the rug, snapping you from your own thoughts. mark hasn’t had much alcohol tonight, but his cheeks are bright pink and he already seems slightly drunk. “drink up, jaehyun.”

“you can’t do that,” jaehyun protests, glaring at his friend. “this game is stupid.” he jokingly kicks mark’s leg from his spot on the rug next to mark.

“you wouldn’t be playing this stupid game if you were still downstairs trying to impress that boy you threw this party for,” doyoung grins. he’s laying on his stomach on jaehyun’s bed, his red cup set on the floor. “what was his name? taehoon?”

“taeyong,” jaehyun corrects, his ears reddening. he rolls his eyes. “and i didn’t throw the party for him.”

“whatever you say,” doyoung laughs as jaehyun throws the pillow he’s hugging at him. “come on, mark. do another one.”

“never have i ever had sex in a car,” mark blurts, and giggles when jaehyun drinks again. “shit, really? you don’t even have a car.”

"wasn’t mine,” jaehyun mumbles. it’s barely audible, but johnny certainly hears - and notices the way jaehyun looks at him warily.

“shit, don’t tell me it’s mine,” johnny says, his eyes widening.

“ ‘m sorry,” jaehyun groans, and johnny throws his now-empty cup at jaehyun. jaehyun lets it hit him on the shoulder out of guilt, silently refilling it and setting it next to the sofa.

"that’s so fucking gross,” johnny wrinkles his nose. “i’m never lending you my car keys again.”

“it’s not like you didn’t do the same thing on jaehyun’s bed,” you giggle. johnny gasps and practically shoves you off the sofa as you laugh, clinging onto his shoulder to stay on.

“are you serious?” jaehyun’s mouth drops open. “dude!”

doyoung slowly climbs off jaehyun’s bed, taking his seat next to jaehyun on the rug. 

“sorry,” johnny bites his lip, cringing as he remembers. “it was, like, years ago. let’s call it even?” he offers, and jaehyun’s about to say something but he shuts his mouth and nods instead. johnny glares at you and slaps your back for good measure, to which you yelp and glare back at your best friend. “never have i ever not had my first kiss,” he smirks.

“is that even allowed?” mark furrows his eyebrows.

“i don’t give a fuck if i don’t have to drink,” jaehyun shrugs. doyoung nods, tracing his finger over the rim of his cup absentmindedly.

“i hate you so fucking much,” you mumble into johnny’s ear as you sip from your cup. 

johnny grins.

“holy shit, are you for real?” jaehyun blurts. “i thought you dated jungwoo in high school.”

you wrinkle your nose at the mention of your high school ex of three years. “he was sweet, though we never really did anything more than hold hands and kiss each other’s cheeks. he said he was being careful, but i don’t think he actually ever liked me.”

“pretty sure he’s gay,” doyoung quips in. his eyes dart around the room as everyone turns to him, confused. “what? i thought everyone knew.”

“i mean, that explains a lot,” you sigh. johnny chuckles.

“you know, i could help with, um, that,” mark says playfully, but the way his cheeks blush darker pink gives evidence to the fact that he’s not really joking.

“i’d like it,” you joke, to which mark’s cheeks flush an even brighter red. you shift to a more comfortable position as you feel johnny tense up beneath you. “never have i ever had a wet dream about a celebrity.”

no one drinks.

you shrug. “worth a try.”

doyoung’s eyes flash with amusement at an idea that pops to his mind. “what about - never have i ever had a wet dream about one of my friends.”

johnny shoots doyoung a murderous look, to which the latter teasingly returns an innocent smile. he leans over to grab his cup next to jaehyun, who has already drank from his cup. 

“seriously?” you say, furrowing your eyebrows as johnny ignores you. “who was it?” you can’t imagine which of your mutual friends it might be - or maybe it isn’t one of your mutual friends.

“i’m not telling,” he grumbles, “i’m never telling doyoung anything again.”

“don’t be petty, john,” jaehyun cooes, but it sounds more like a drawl with the amount of alcohol he’s been consuming. “it happens to the best of us.”

“doesn’t happen to me,” doyoung hums playfully and winks at you before passing the beer so that jaehyun and mark can refill their cups. you don’t notice that mark had emptied his cup until he fans his extremely red face with a cough.

it’s jaehyun’s turn. jaehyun taps his fingers against his cup in thought before he practically laughs at his own idea. “never have i - never have i ever thought of kissing someone in this room,” jaehyun stifles drunk giggles as doyoung grins, as if he knows something the others don’t.

you blush, knowing what jaehyun had intended from the previous questions. you and mark simultaneously drink from your cups, cheeks flaming.

“i think you have to drink too, jae,” doyoung smiles, and jaehyun’s brows cross in thought before he nods.

“shit, you’re right,” jaehyun laughs. “johnny, you too, come on.”

johnny looks like he would break jaehyun’s precious game console if he’d been given the chance. he groans. “i don’t know why i agreed to this game.”

jaehyun giggles. “i love you,” he mockingly bats his eyelashes up at his friend.

“no,” johnny deadpans, throwing his empty cup at him again. jaehyun catches it this time with another giggle, doing the favor of filling it up to compensate for leaking his secret.

“you never told me you were bi,” you say, feeling slightly left out of the joke. johnny had never mentioned being attracted to a boy, much less mentioned being attracted to jaehyun. you’d thought you were johnny’s best friend, but maybe he didn’t trust you with everything. “when did you and jaehyun kiss?”

jaehyun chokes on his drink, sputtering as his eyes meet yours. “what? we didn’t-” he coughs, and clears his throat. jaehyun suppresses another drunk giggle as a realization comes to mind. “we didn’t.”

“just shut up,” johnny rolls his eyes. “you’re so fucking dumb.” you pout in mock hurt. johnny ignores it, glaring at jaehyun and doyoung. “and seriously, you guys. drop it.”

doyoung purses his lips to contain his laughter, and jaehyun giggles. you’re rather confused at the silent interaction between the three boys - and mark is too, from the confused look in his eyes. 

you feel slightly nauseous. perhaps it’s partly because of the alcohol, but you suspect it’s because of the idea that you seem to know much less about johnny than two people he’d only befriended a few years ago. 

you tap your fingers against the arm of the sofa, subconsciously shifting a bit away from johnny. it’s a wary habit of yours that johnny immediately notices.

“it’s nothing, (y/n), i promise,” he sighs. “i... i need a break.” johnny gets up from his seat, dislodging you in the process. your eyebrows knit together in confusion when johnny leaves the room, the door slamming behind him as if to release his repressed frustration.

“shit, he’s mad,” jaehyun mutters, “did we go too far?”

doyoung nods, getting up from his spot on the rug. “we should go talk to him.” he eyes you and mark before nodding at jaehyun to follow him. “let’s go.”

the door shuts behind jaehyun and doyoung, and you and mark make eye contact in both confusion and nervousness. you stare at mark and he stares at you for what seems like an eternity but is probably only a moment - and the two of you break out into giggles at the awkward situation. 

"that was kinda crazy,” you say with a grin. you’re still worried about johnny, but the lighter mood seems to replace the tension buzzing in the room. “i honestly don’t know what’s happening.”

mark nods, humming in agreement. “i feel like i’m missing out on something. i didn’t know the three of them were that close, you know?”

“right?” you say, heart racing at the fact that mark agreed. “it feels like- like i don’t really know anything about johnny.”

mark suddenly takes an interest in the blue zig-zags of jaehyun’s carpet, tracing the patterns with his finger. “um,” he starts, “are you and johnny um - i mean, do you, like,” he gulps. your eyes dart from his fingers to his face, perplexed. “do you like johnny?”

your mouth forms an ‘o’ shape as you wave your hands. “no!” you exclaim, louder than you mean to. you cringe. “i mean, no. we’re just friends - best friends since high school.” you frown. “at least i think so.”

“good,” mark blurts, and blushes immediately as a smile carves its way on your face. “i-i mean, that’s good.”

you think it’s cute - or rather, you think he’s cute. it’s not as if you’d been completely oblivious to the way mark snuck glances at you in the library during group study sessions, or the way mark would always remember your favorite strawberry drink without asking whenever he brought food, or the way his cheeks blushed whenever you told him he looked cute today. if you had a type, it would probably be adorable, bright, giggly mark lee - not tall, handsome, sensible johnny suh. wait, what?

you shake the thought from your mind, smiling at mark. “why do you ask?” you say. you both know the answer already, and the words hang between you in jaehyun’s dimly-lit bedroom, waiting to be plucked out of thin air.

“do you want to go out for coffee sometime?” mark smiles, the corners of his pretty pink lips pursing into his cheeks. it’s a shy smile that accompanies wide, sparkling eyes that look up at you from the rug in anticipation. “this time, not as, well, friends.”

“yes,” you say - it comes out as more of a breath than a statement, and it makes you wonder if you mirror the same anticipation in mark’s eyes. “i’d love to.”

the door suddenly bangs open, and both of you whip your heads to see johnny stumbling from the doorway - as if he’d been leaning on it. he quickly regains his balance, but is frozen in place, eyes flickering between you and mark. “i,” johnny starts. he can’t seem to continue. the loud music that had been muffled by the door is now beating in your ears, only adding to your prior headache.

“h-have you been there for...?” you lick your lips, which suddenly feel parched. 

johnny clears his throat. “no,” he says, but can’t look you in the eyes, staring at the floor instead. 

you know he’s lying - how could you not, after all the years you’d known him? but why would he lie? your mind nags you, and you push the thought to the back of your mind. johnny obviously doesn’t feel comfortable telling you about whatever’s happening to him. your eyes sting, and you swallow thickly to prevent yourself from crying. 

“i need a breath,” you mutter, getting up from the sofa to make your way down jaehyun’s stairs. you think you see something like regret in johnny’s dark brown eyes, but you’re so upset that you intentionally shove past him on your way out the door and storm outside. 

it’s dark and cold. jaehyun’s house is rather big - especially compared to the dorms most students live in - and rather far from any of the dorms. the chilly night air brushes up against your cheeks, and you don’t feel the strength to walk back to your dorm in the endless darkness right now. you groan and make your way to the side of jaehyun’s house, right next to a window in the living room that provides a dim light on the asphalt ground. your legs buckle as you lean against the wall besides the window, head between your legs as you try to calm your headache. you want to scream - and cry - and laugh. “shit,” you blurt, finally, and almost laugh at the word.

“hey,” a quiet voice interrupts your thoughts, a soothing breeze in midst of the storm. “let’s go, i’ll walk you home.”

it’s time to choose.

who is the person who follows you outside? is it

mark: the cute boy who blushes when you smile at him but has successfully asked you out on a coffee date?

or

johnny: your best friend who has been acting strange recently but who still holds a special place in your heart?

voting has ended! part 2 here

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[11:02 pm]

best friend!mark toys with your fingers, wrapping his hands around your smaller ones as you sleep on the sofa. you let out a small snore and he smiles, tucking your hair behind your ear. you must be exhausted, he thinks. you’d dozed off while typing a paper on your laptop, your head lolling onto his side like a bird drowsily leans on a pine tree.

mark’s proud of you - always has been, always will be. he’s never met anyone as hardworking as you, though you’d probably say the same about him. he thinks you’re admirable in the work you do, but also wishes you’d give yourself a break more often.

you smell like your flowery detergent, dry shampoo, and two nights without sleep. mark shuts the cover of your laptop, gently placing it on the table in front of the sofa. his eyes linger on you, and he smiles at the way your forehead - usually crinkled between your eyes in stress - relaxes as you sleep. you suddenly let out a quiet groan, as if you’re having a nightmare. mark softly kisses your forehead, entwining your fingers and giving your hand the lightest squeeze - in hopes that you’ll stop struggling in your dreams, at least. you fall quiet. mark knows how much your ambition means to you because he has big ambitions himself, but he wishes that you’d pause and look around you sometimes. he wishes you’d take your eyes off the peak of the mountain and admire the beautiful valley that surrounds you, the scent of the evergreen trees that tickles your nose, the flowers that wrap around your bare feet.

“i wish you’d look at me,” he murmurs quietly, as a pine tree’s leaves whisper every time the bird takes off without a second glance.

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[1:40 pm]

“y/n,” mark whines as you giggle, hugging him tighter from behind, “focus!”

mark had wanted to bake a cheesecake during quarantine. he was currently preparing the batter and you were preparing the oven, but you couldn’t help but notice how huggable mark’s back looked.

“i’m done focusing on the oven,” you tease. you’d finished prepping the oven. “now i’m focusing on you.”

mark blushes, mumbling something incoherent as he continues to stir.

“hm?” you say, leaning against him and closing your eyes. he’s warm, even through his red sweater. “you look better than the batter,” you tease, pressing a quick kiss to his ear.

“what’s that even supposed to mean?” mark laughs, but his ears turn so red that you laugh as well, reaching up with one hand to touch them. it’s become a habit for the both of you to touch his ears - probably because they’re so soft.

“i don’t know,” you say, squeezing his waist. “i love you.”

“i love you too,” mark grins, “but you’re not gonna love this cheesecake if we don’t focus.”