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TALK TALK — PT. 5 of MEGAVERSE — [18+!]

AN INTERACTIVE SERIES

“Call me by that name again, doll. You’re so pretty for me, letting me do all the work.”

❇️ Confusion is taking over your life, so you decide to take matters into your own hands and confront all the questions bothering you. And while trying to figure out if your best friend actually made a move on your crush, you run into her older brother instead. The tension has always been there and perhaps tonight, you’ll act on it…

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🧩 CONTENT INFO: skz ot8 x afab reader [not at the same time], smut/fluff/angst, parallel universe/video game au, sci-fi au

📗 WORD COUNT: 4.9K

⛳️ CONTENT WARNING: explicit sexual content [includes protected sex, choking, praise kink, name calling such as good girl and doll], alcohol consumption, jealousy

💚 AUTHOR’S NOTE: make sure to read the info on the duration of the poll this week!! it’s shorter but you’ll get a new chapter sooner this way 🤭 I’ll be on vacation and have to post a little earlier! I hope you still enjoy this part and if you do so, please let me know in the comments or reblogs or asks. It’s always appreciated and thank you for all the support so far 🫶🏻✨

“Shit,” you curse to yourself, when the floor underneath your feet makes a creaking noise. Quickly, you collect all your stuff after spending a short time in the unfamiliar bathroom.

Minho’s eyes open slowly, before he sees you standing in his vision, already dressed—unlike him who’s still under the covers, trying his best to wake up.

“You’re already leaving?” he asks, a yawn slipping out of his mouth.

This is so awkward. You don’t want to make it this awkward. But you also have a job and a very demanding boss that you don’t wanna get in a conflict with.

“Work. I’ve got work. I’ll text you, okay?”

You know how this comes across and that’s by no means what you plan to say. You enjoyed the night spent with him although it was so different to the Minho you know—from a universe far away from this.

So, you rush towards the side of the bed again and place a soft kiss on Minho. He’s startled but still gives in.

“I’d be thinking you’re lying but you’ve got my number after all,” he chuckles.

You giggle as well, “I swear, I’ll text you. I’m just running late. Thank you for last night.”

He gives you a soft smile, before you feel the palm of his hand collide with your butt. “Now get going, princess. Have a nice day.”

Minho watches you leave his studio apartment, as you disappear behind his front door.

The way to your workplace takes you not that much longer from the small town that Minho lives in. Once you get there, Doli shoots you an annoyed glare but doesn’t say much. What a fucking relief. Perhaps you’re lucky since you’re still new here. Or Jeongin covered you without you having to ask him.

Fortunately, the trouble of finding a husband within less than five days can be avoided for the next few hours, when Jeongin tries his best to make you laugh with all the jokes he shares. 

He invites you for dinner after work but you decline, telling him you need some introvert time for yourself—not a total lie—since you have to get home first. After all, you spent last night in a different bed and need to sort things. Right.

And in addition, you dearly hope you’ll run into Felix to discuss a few things with him. God, the sheer thought makes your heart run at lightning speed.

But why?

Why did his weird reaction after you and Jeongin spent time together leave such a confusing aftertaste?

You try to shake the anxiety off and take the next train back to Starlost Boulevard, finding your house as you left it. Well, what would have happened?

Right in the little backyard, there’s Felix sitting and reading a book. Venessa seems to still be at work or wherever, which makes it a lot easier to approach your childhood best friend.

You need to figure out what this is between you. You’re unsure, if the feelings from back then are actually reawakened or if the idea of what could have been disturbs your judgemental skills in this. Maybe you’re just seeking familiarity, maybe it’s been Felix all along.

What if you married him? What if you end up with him at the end of the countdown and leave this parallel universe with him? How will your friends in the real world react? How will you even explain that he’s back out of the blue?

Fuck. There’s Han Jisung back on your mind again. The real one. Not that version that seems to have some secret and perhaps a thing going on with Cecilia.

You brush that thought off, not wanting to assume thing—maybe it’s better to ask Minho again for more details once the time is right—and slowly approach your neighbour.

“Hey, Lix,” you greet him, taking the empty seat right next to him. You can tell that he’s caught in his own thoughts, at least you think so when you see how surprised he looks.

“Oh, hi, Y/N. H-How are you? I didn’t hear you come back home last night, is everything fine?”

On the inside, you sigh. But you try your best to not show it. It’s absolutely fine that he questions whether you’re okay or not but for some reason you wonder if there’s more behind it.

“I’m fine. I met an old colleague,” you tell him, not specifying further.

“That’s nice! Did you have a good time with them?”

You nod, “Yes, it was nice seeing him again.” You notice the slight shift in his expression when you change the pronoun of the person you’re talking about, indicating you were out with a man. And probably spent the night with him.

“Y/N, can I ask you something?”

Oh, now he’s straightforward. You didn’t expect that.

“Sure, Lix,” you encourage him and your dumb heart starts beating so damn fast again.

“What are we? B-Because we shared that wonderful moment together a few evenings ago and, sure, two days ago this was all just a game with Hyunjin and Jeonghan–“

“Jeongin,” you correct him.

“Right. Jeongin. I talked to Hyune and I understand that there was no reason for me to be jealous when it was a silly party game. But… we basically confessed that we could have been more all this time and you… go on dates, which is fine, but could we maybe discuss first what this was?”

Fuck. You realise now that you’re partly to blame here too. You’ve never talked about what happened. Sure, you wanted to see where things are going naturally but in this world, situations seem to happen quicker and in the back of your mind there’s that quest you need to handle.

“I’m… shit, I’m so sorry, Lix. I didn’t realise how rude this was,” you apologise, meaning it. “I’m… confused, I guess. Look, I just moved here, started a new job and I didn’t even expect you to be here… so maybe that’s why the two of us let it go so far that night.”

That’s the only rational explanation. You probably wouldn’t have slept with him that quickly if you weren’t so overwhelmed all the time. Which doesn’t mean that you regret it—you probably would do it over and over again but perhaps at a slower speed.

“So, this didn’t mean anything to you?” he asks.

For fuck’s sake, are you that bad with words or does Felix want to not understand you?

“Lix, no. That’s not… that’s not what I was trying to say. I like you… I really like you. But I need some time. It’s not the right timing at the moment.”

“Is it because of your colleague?” he asks.

“Jeongin? No, we just met. I don’t have feelings for him,” you say. Well, at least not yet.

“No, the one you met last night.”

You sigh, out loud this time. “No. If I’m absolutely honest, I still have a crush on someone else.” Because you do. On Jisung. He lives in another universe but Felix doesn’t know and you will sound like a maniac if you tell him. So, you just try your best to explain your mess of a heart.

“On my former roommate. The one that was the reason I moved here”—not a lie considering you ended up in this universe because you were trying to marry his Sims version—“and started over. I don’t talk to him anymore but… I’m not sure what I want.”

“That was honest,” Felix replies. “Thank you for this. It puts things in a new perspective. I absolutely understand, Y/N, and I’m sorry for ever putting pressure on you. I want aware, but simply so happy to have you in my life again.”

He gives you a soft smile and you place your hand in his, a small gesture to tell him that the both of you are okay.

When you blink and open your eyes again, there’s a message in holographic letters filling your view.

[New information]: You used to have a crush on your former roommate Jisung Han until he confessed to having feelings for your former best friend Cecilia Kang.

What the fuck?

So, if you’re being honest and developing your character, you’ll get more information? What the hell is this game that you’re trapped in? Who’s messing with you?

“Y/N, listen,” Felix begins again, squeezing your hand tight, “now that I know what’s going on with you and between us, I feel a lot more calm. I don’t have an actual issue with you going on dates. Hell, I’m the one who left all these years ago. If you still want to take things slowly, I’m here. I don’t mind waiting another half a decade.”

You chuckle and he joins you, before Felix leans closer towards you. Your childhood best friend slowly tugs a lose strand of your hair behind your ear, as he eliminates the distance between the two of you. The kiss is short, but oh so soft, making you forget about time and place for a second.

Perhaps, Felix might be a good choice to make it out of this game.

It was definitely the best decision to go to a street food festival because who doesn’t like them, right?

Except for the ridiculous high prices, it’s a good opportunity to try out new meals, sweets and other treats that you probably wouldn’t have ever heard of otherwise. 

Soon you learn that the Seoul street food festival—well, parallel universe version—offers a huge variety of dishes you’ve always wanted to take a bite from. You start with an appetiser and make your way to another booth that sells deliciously smelling ramen, when you spot a certain someone.

“Minho,” you greet him, “long time no see.”

He giggles about your joke, as he pulls you into a quick hug. Wow. That’s new. And a little awkward. The Minho from real life would never hug you. But you like it. You like this version of him. It will be weird to go back home again.

Wait—what happens if you choose Minho? If the two of you return to the real world, will he replace your boss? Will you keep your job and work as a fashion influencer?

God, all these questions make you feel dizzy once again.

“Would you like a drink?” the man in front of you asks, pulling you back to the current conversations.

You nod, following him to the bar, “Absolutely.”

It’s not a secret that you still have to get used to being on terms with Minho that don’t make you want to scratch his eyes out, but you enjoy it. This man’s taste in food—you're currently sharing a dessert—and drinks is immaculate. But in this world, he doesn’t brag about it.

One conversation follows after another and maybe it’s the secure bond of friendship you seem to have developed with your longtime enemy or the alcohol rushing through your system, but perhaps now is the time to figure out more about Jisung.

You already know that your former roommate seems to have a crush on your best friend in this universe. God, what if this applies to the real world too?

Okay. Calm down, Y/N. Worrying means suffering twice and all the speculating in your little head won’t get you anywhere. In order to get helpful answers, you need to ask the right questions.

“Minho, can I talk to you about something?” you start and he immediately looks at you, taking another sip from his drink.

“Always, Y/N. What is it?”

You take a deep breath, feeling a little weird now that you’re asking Minho of all people but you have to remind yourself that he’s different in this world and that you need to get further somehow to make it back home.

“What do you know about Jisung and Cecilia? Despite from the stuff that I told you,” you start.

He instantly gets reminded of the night you seeked help from him of all people. It was the typical who did this to you enemies to lovers scene when you came back to the restaurant you used to work at, tears streaming down your face. You told him about the fight with your former best friend, how she confessed being in love with your roommate—the man you’ve been crushing on for years too.

But Minho knows more. He didn’t tell you that night because of the fragile state you were in. Still, you must have noticed that he hasn’t told you the whole story of what he’s aware of. But he wants to be honest with you.

“They kissed,” he confesses.

And your heart crashes. Splits in half. Falls down further. Collides with the ground. Shatters into pieces. 

This is just a game. This doesn’t mean it applies to your Jisung from real life too.

But how can you be so sure? Everything regarding feelings in this universe was pretty much alike to your life back home? So, what if these people are the same ones just in different stages of their life and accepting of their feelings for you or another person?

“How do you know?” you question further. Fuck. The tears are pricking on your lower lashline again and faster than you’re able to realise what’s happening, the first droplet is rushing down your cheek.

Minho reaches for a tissue inside his pocket, wiping away the salty liquid, as he continues, “Akira told me.”

Right. You remember that they are friends here too. At least his character information told you so last night.

Wait—something flashes in front of your eyes then. There was one person that you have met so far that was not on good terms with Akira.

Shit, you forgot. Was it Venessa? Or Felix? Or Hyunjin?

And if so, why haven’t you realised sooner and what’s their reason for it?

“Akira told you?” you ask again.

“Yes, he saw both of them kissing when she visited him at his workplace. They work together, you know. Akira and Ji,” Minho reminds you.

Great. Another detail that’s identical to the real world.

“Y-Yeah, I know. I’m just… surprised, I guess,” you tell him.

“Believe me, we all were. I mean, Cecilia is such a kind person and a close friend to all of us, so why would she do that?”

Is he being sarcastic? It would make sense, considering you’re speaking to Minho but something about the sincerity in his voice tells you he’s telling you the truth.

What a joke. You need to enter a parallel universe to have a best friend that’s not making backhanded compliments to you on a daily basis.

“Right… maybe it’s because of Hyunjin,” you propose. You heard him talking about her and referring to her as being annoying after all.

“Perhaps,” Minho agrees. “Because he doesn’t like her back?”

“Yeah,” you add.

“I don’t think she’d do something like this, though. Sure, she can be a bit much with her simping and adoration for our painter but Cecilia is a decent person that wouldn’t harm anyone—neither with her words nor her actions,” he explains.

What?

You don’t want to sound like a bitch in your head but has Minho ever met her?

“Like, remember when and she made this cake for Hyunjin after his first art collection flopped. Or when you failed the semester in college and she spent hours studying with you and even made the prof re-read your term paper and you passed. She’s there for her friends but often misses to take care of herself.”

You wished that ever happened. Now you actually want to meet her.

“Maybe Jisung sees something in her,” is all you say, shrugging your shoulders.

“Still, your best friend shouldn’t date the guy you like,” he tells you, meaning it.

“I–“

“It’s no secret, Y/N. Everyone knows except for Jisung himself. And I feel like the worst best friend myself that I still can’t hold back my own feelings for you. I’m just like her, I guess,” he confesses, his lower lip getting caught between his teeth.

“No… it’s okay,” you shush him off, “I’ve been confused for some time about what and who I really want. I’m not even sure anymore if Jisung and I are meant to be.”

That’s all Minho needs to send you the sweetest smile you’ve ever witnessed on his face, “You know where to find me, yeah?”

“Thanks, Min,” you say.

“Do you need a ride home?”

You shake your head no, “I’m gonna stay a little longer, I guess.”

After all, you’re still on a mission. Finding a potential husband just like the game told you. That’s why you went to the festival all along. Well, and the food. Let’s be real, the food was the main part but you’re looking forward to see what your options in love are too.

Minho hugs you right before you part ways and he says goodbye to you. Making your way to the bar, you get another—this time non-alcoholic—beverage for you, now sipping on your lemonade.

You wonder if the narrator—that’s what you call those messages that appear from time to time—is messing with you and just made you attend this festival so you can talk to Minho again. Or if there’s something or someone else still waiting for you.

Your gaze hovers around the area, taking in the beautiful view of the colorful lights and decor. It’s gotten a little less crowded, most people having their drinks and sitting on benches by now as they listen to the shooting sounds of someone playing the guitar.

“Y/N, hey, long time no see,” you suddenly hear a familiar voice beside you.

He’s standing there, wearing a tight black shirt, a drink in his hand.

“Binnie, wow, what are you doing here?”

“Changbin Seo. Business [Level 6]. 25 years old. Oasis Summer. Traits: athletic, kind [3 more hidden traits]. Friends: Chan Bahng. Cecilia Kang (half-sister). Hyunjin Hwang. Johnny Zest. Acquaintances: Seungmin Kim. Enemies: Lily Feng.”

You don’t meet Jisung tonight. You won’t talk to your so-called best friend who seems to be dating your crush but you have the possibility to speak to her brother instead. What a turn of events, huh?

“I had to leave the city of good weather and sunshine once and acknowledge the rain clouds of Seoul. I’m kidding. If there’s a street food festival, you can be sure I’ll be the first one attending.” He suddenly realised he’s rambling. “How are you? Everything alright?”

You offer him the seat next to yours and he sinks down, his body only a few centimetres away from yours.

“Yeah! I’m fine. I started a new job. Moved places. To Starlost Boulevard and I really like it,” you explain, as if you made any of these decisions.

After all, you ended up inside this universe for God knows what reason and ever since then you were given some options to different scenarios you barely remember. You ended up at a food festival. At least you think that you made that choice on your own—or didn’t you?

“Oh, that’s great! The town is not far from mine. I moved to Oasis Summer a couple of months ago,” he tells you.

Wherever the hell that is…

“Amazing!”

Changbin takes a sip from his beverage that looks like the same type of lemonade you’re currently drinking. He gives you one of those mischievous smiles that he does best, as he keeps talking to you.

With Changbin communication has always been easy. You haven’t been as close with him as you are with his little half-sister, but you get along quite well. Changbin is like the positive, for sunshine and less toxic version of Cecilia. Wow. You keep wondering why you ever became friend with her.

Possibly, it’s that scenario of becoming friends in school because you see each other everyday. And after you graduated college and your everyday routine changed, you started to question, first, why you were friends with her and, second, in a scenario of meeting her today—would you become best friends with Cecilia?

We should always keep in mind if a certain friendship gives us energy or drains us. Sure, there’s no black and white thinking here but if the latter applies more, it’s for sure time to contemplate if someone should stay being an important part of our lives or not.

You don’t have that issue with Changbin though. Yes, as mentioned, you’re not that close with him but still close enough to call him your friend.

“So, how’s life as a fashion influencer?” he asks, deeply interested in the conversation.

“A lot harder than I thought. Your work day never really ends. You know, with social media you have to be on time, you have to be the fastest to stay viral and that can be exhausting mentally,” you explain.

He nods, “I get that. I work in economics. It’s quite the same. I’m happy I’m allowing myself to get the evening off and not check my work mails.”

Another detail that’s close to the real world. Both Changbin being a workaholic and him being active in the finance field. Strange.

“Oh, sure! That’s probably a lot harder,” you say.

“I think it depends on the person,” he adds with a smile. “Can I ask you something?”

This world is a lot more straightforward than back home but you’re slowly getting used to it.

“Of course.”

Changbin takes a deep breath, “It’s totally fine if you decline considering I’m Cecilia’s brother but… I’ve wanted to ask you out on a date for some time.”

Maybe Changbin is oblivious about the oh so obvious feelings you have for Jisung like Minho told you or he decides to ignore it. Maybe, he knows even more about that thing between his sister and your crush.

Should you agree and go on a date with him? Or perhaps allow even more? Maybe it’s the dim moonlight or the familiarity Changbin offers you when he’s talking to you for hours with no end, but you swear, there have been a few moments between the two of you that were a bit more than simply platonic.

This is for scientific purposes. Right. Well, you would be lying if you said this is the first time you’re looking at your best friend’s brother’s muscular arms for a little too long. But they’re just so… you’re sure they’d look even better wrapped around your neck, pulling your back towards his stomach while he is–

Fuck, get it together, Y/N.

You blame it on the endless opportunities you have to take to figure out who’s gonna be your husband in… five days. Shit.

Could Changbin be a potential spouse? He’s got everything. A stable job, you’ve always found him attractive, he’s a good listener and makes you feel safe and comfortable while staying respectful. Gosh, he sounds too good to be true.

Would it be weird when you return back home? And once again, will this version replace the real one?

Too many questions and not enough answers. That’s your life motto nowadays. Also called total confusion.

But fuck it. You’ve got no time to waste and if you wake up again in five days and nothing matters anymore from this strange copy place, you’d regret not taking every chance.

It’s a game after all, right?

“I’d love to. I’ve been waiting for you to ask,” you admit.

A bright smile appears on his lips, “I’m so happy to hear this.”

“Can I ask you something too?” you begin again, placing your hand on his, taking the initiative. Changbin is a little startled at first but he gives in. The woman he’s been crushing on for years touching him? He’s the last one to decline anything.

“Everything, doll,” he encourages you.

“You said you moved to the neighbouring city to mine? Why don’t you show me around?”

His gaze darkens, he knows exactly what you mean, “Are you sure? Don’t you want me to invite you on a proper date first? Do this the traditional way?”

You smirk, getting closer, until your lips align with his ear, “I love that too. But we can adjust the order. Fuck first, date later.”

Scientific purposes. Right. That’s why you visited Changbin in his mansion—he’s actually rich—for the night, right?

Well, perhaps there’s a lot more to it. Pent up feelings and sexual frustration that comes with your best friend having such a handsome brother. The world is unfair. But you try to not bother with morals or your guilty conscience right now.

Not when Cecilia was the one to have feelings for your crush.

Not when your best friend kissed said crush despite knowing about you.

Not when Changbin currently has got you in a mating press position, rutting his hard dick into your cunt. Yup. A total deja-vu to last night although a little different. You’re not engaging with the forbidden trope of the enemy this time but chose the best friend’s brother, basically living every booktok-viewer’s wet dream. Literally.

“You’re such a good girl for me, hm? I can’t even tell you how long I’ve been waiting for this…”

“Me too, Binnie,” you admit.

“Fuck—call me by that name again, doll.” He slightly changed the angle, allowing him to enter you even deeper. “You’re so pretty for me, letting me do all the work.”

“I’m gonna take you on the best date you’ve ever had, spoil you like a queen, I promise.”

You’ve never expected such domestic affection to make you even wetter than you already are. Perhaps Changbin would actually be a good choice to be your husband.

He’s got everything. A stable job, you’ve always found him attractive, he’s a good listener and makes you feel safe and comfortable while staying respectful. He makes you come over and over again, praising you with all your favourite names without end.

“R-Right there,” you cry out, when Changbin drives you to yet another orgasm. He’s stabilising himself with his arm right next you you, while his other hand is busy being wrapped around your throat, applying light pressure to the sides.

“Give me another one, doll, I know you can,” he tell hi.

And that’s what you do. For the nth time, you sense your walls clenching around his throbbing length, before you come undone. Stars blind your vision, as the electric feeling takes over you. Changbin makes you guide you through another high with soothing words and steady motions.

Just right before he follows, his seeds shooting right into the condom. He calls out your name like a mantra, cute little whimpers slipping in between, before he pulls his softening cock out of you again.

“That was amazing,” you confess. He chuckles, agreeing, as he takes care of your exhausted body.

When the two of you are together in bed again, cuddling to keep each other warm—the city gets rather cold at night—you’re caught with the confusion again. Maybe you should just straight up ask him. You’ve got nothing to lose, right?

“Changbin, can I ask you something? It might sound a little weird…”

“Anything, doll,” he encourages you.

“I’m… life has been feeling strange to me, as if I’m trapped in a derealised version of my life,” you start.

He looks at you, tilting his head, “I’m not sure if I can follow…”

“I… have those memories… especially about Cecilia being this person that makes backhanded compliments on a daily basis and is rather mean,” you continue. Maybe phrasing it like this won’t make you seem like a total idiot.

“No, Y/N. Everything is normal. My sister has always been kind to you. We all grew up together in Seoul until you left for Starlost Boulevard,” he reminds you.

“What on earth…”

So, Changbin is not aware. Jeongin seems to be aware though. So what’s the deal?

“What do you mean by that?”

“By what?”

“Earth?”

“It’s something you say, when you’re confused,” you explain.

“No, I mean, what’s earth?”

Your eyes widen, “The planet we're living on. Stop messing with me, Binnie. I know you like to joke and all but it’s not funny.”

This has to be a dream after all. What’s going on?

“I’m not joking. I’ve never heard of this. The planet we live on is ITEM,” he tells you.

“What?”

“Yeah. I think you should get some sleep. Maybe it’s the heat getting the best of you. Get some rest, okay?” he tells you, seeming worried.

“O-Okay.”

Something is wrong. It feels as if you’re not the one controlling this game you’re caught in, as if someone else is making decisions for you. You’re dizzy and left confused—you’ve been for a long time. But what if you’re actually trapped inside the save file you played to deal with that little crush on your roommate?

What if there’s someone outside, in the real world, hitting the keyboard and clicking the options, deciding what they think is best for you?

And if that’s the case—who is behind all this?

To answer this question, you have to talk to the one person who might be able to solve this riddle together with you.

Yang Jeongin.

You reach for your phone, sending him a quick text that you should talk to him after work. 

And of course, the narrator is back again like they always are at the end of yet another day, proposing a new idea of how to find the love of your life.

This time, they show you a dating app, quite the opposite of tinder and all those platforms. There aren’t any pictures of the people, only a short description to each.

Despite the poll going on for full 7 days, the voting will close on Friday, 20th September 6PM/18:00 CEST/GMT+1!!

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not a single coherent thought on my head

sneak peak!

jens is worried lucas hates him after not kissing him back. poor jens sadly has his worries confirmed by kes, who is of no help.

(there is nearly not enough jens and kes scenes - there should really be more considering how much it takes to keep up with lucas)

[side note] the events and character portrayals have been remodeled to fit my vision so it is not 100% accurate and by the book. it’s just a general play on the og characters sort of fitting the skam character moulds