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The One time i decided to go out of my house today im met with literall Storm outside. Gotta love Mother nature

❝𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬.❞

↳ Chapter 5/7 of The Guy Next Door. See Chapter 1 for story description.  

↳ Female reader x Hyunjin

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!! This fic explores themes that may distress some readers i.e. familial abuse (physical, verbal, mental), extremely strict/controlling parenting, mental illness, anxiety/depression and sexual exploitation. Please proceed with caution !!

!Strong language porn star au, strangers to lovers au, college au, first times au, neighbours au, porn star Hyunjin, inexperienced reader, angst and tension, explicit sexual content, heavy sexual themes throughout, frequent reference to pornography, themes of rebellion and self-discovery, a Vegas pornography convention and associated sexual themes, a college party, alcohol consumption, oral sex (m. rec), fingering (f. rec), g-spot orgasm, cum swallowing, nipple play, Hyunjin is obscenely well endowed, instruction and praise, attempts at reconciliation and apologies all round, adult themes throughout !

「suitable for 18+ readers only」  「Chapter 1」  「Contents List」  「© December 2022 by jl-micasea-fics」

Vegas is a lot.

Jisung wasn’t off the mark when he said it was glitz, glamour and gratuity in spades. If anything, he was probably being modest in his description.

Everything is super-sized, blown up, sparkles and comes with a bleached white smile. It’s indulgence at its very peak, opulence and thrills galore.

Within an hour of arriving in the city, you’d managed to self-induce whiplash, for whichever way you looked there was something new to see.

Jovial street entertainers and flash mobs from nowhere, simmering food stalls vying for your attention, grandiose, multi-coloured fountains and raucous party buses, the incessant honk of traffic and the never-ending onslaught of lights, cameras, and so much action. The crowds. The atmosphere. The electric buzz in the air that speaks of something always happening, something always about to happen; if it wasn’t so utterly exhausting, you suppose you might enjoy it.

Indeed, it’s a far cry from the sheltered bubble of quiet Saint Brides.

You’re more grateful for your friends than ever, not naïve enough to pretend that it’s not thanks to them that you even managed to get where you are.

Your first time on a plane was an experience. Hadn’t even thought about the logistics of it all until you were physically sat down and strapped in. In actual fact, it was the warnings of turbulence over the intercom and the safety demonstration from the flight attendant that served to set you on pins for the entire three-hour flight; you still can’t shift the knot in your shoulders.

Indeed, it was only with Changbin’s aid that you managed to find even a modicum of relief from the anxiety in the air. His hand in yours, one of his shared earphones bleeding out a cacophony of hip hop; not your preferred choice, but the distraction was desperately welcome.

A taxi from the airport—watching Jisung try to hail one down was a comedy show in itself—straight to the hotel was straightforward enough; even if it did cost more than your entire outfit, (pilfered from Jisung), put together.

After some room service, a brief spate of unpacking, and a final attempt to call Hyunjin that went unanswered—just like all the rest—it was straight out to the streets, Google Maps in hand. Navigating the centre of Las Vegas wasn’t as difficult as you believed it would be, despite the numerous distractions along the way in the form of anything and everything. Though, in total fairness, your contribution to the excursion extended mostly to just following Changbin and trying not to get swept away in the mass of bodies.

It’s just shy of nine o’clock in the evening; the convention is surely in full swing by now. The city is on fire with neon and amber, there’s not a shadow that goes untouched. This time in Saint Brides would call for the day winding down; shops are closing, people are turning in.

Yet here? Things appear to just be getting started.

“Just around this corner,” Changbin calls over his shoulder, almost bumps into a meandering tourist.

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Listen here you little fukker

I'm having none of that "sleep is for the weak haha" bullshit, don't you dare come up to me and tell me "oh well, bad health, depressed emotional state, guess I'll die" like NO, you cut that crap and face your problems and treat yourself like you'd treat a good friend, you deserve good treatment, you have earned good treatment. You're gonna get a good night's sleep if I have to knock you upside with a bag of bricks kiddo. You're gonna support yourself and do things you enjoy and improve yourself in small ways every day if I have to scream at you until it happens. Now go to your room and get in your jammies!! 😡😡😡