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this is so bad but i permanently cropped the file so brutally that i can no longer edit it. whoops! also panels 4-7 were fully coloured but it looks better without for some reason. pomni (penny?) is such an ugly crier. i love my horrible failgirl accountant

as much as i do think the bsd anime is a pretty good adaption, one of the biggest issues i have is how much kunikida content they leave out

like when he was under Q’s curse

or when he was trying to steal a car and let someone who didn’t have theft insurance go

or when he cried for two hours before reuniting with the rest of the agency

kunikida is just such a great character who has a lot of depth to his own morals and vulnerabilities and i wish we could see more of it.

beloved disciple nation how we feeling

Me after reading this:

You might have a thing for Seokmin’s hands. Seokmin, your best friend. Who you definitely do not see as anything else! Really. Not at all! And he obviously doesn’t see you as anything else either. Like, for real! … Right?

Pairing: Seokmin x Fem!Reader

Genre: Best friends to lovers, Smut (MDNI!).

Requested: yes, thanks sweet anon!!

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: Going through my requests right now and this one stuck out because I too love Seokmin’s hands. I mean… look at them!! Thanks for the request lovely anon and sorry that it took literal months for me to finish this (yikes).

tagging: @wongyuseokie, @the-boy-meets-evil, @multi-kpop-fanfics, @onlyseokmins, @dkakapizzaboy, @honeykyeom, @drunk-on-dk, @cheolism, @wooahaeproductions <3 just because i want to, hihi.

Smut Warnings under the cut!

Smut Warnings: masturbation (f), finger sucking, fingering, dirty talk

In your many years on this planet most of these have been spent being best friends with Lee Seokmin. 

At this point you probably knew him better than he knew himself and vice versa. There was nothing the two of you didn’t share, sometimes being mistaken for a couple when in reality all you feel for each other is nothing but platonic admiration. You love each other, but platonically! You sleep in each other's arms most nights, but platonically! Sometimes you wish he would hold you a little tighter and sometimes he wishes he could touch you in places he shouldn’t, but it is all, of course, platonically!

In fact, your relationship is so platonic that you are currently holding your beloved vibrator to your throbbing clit staring at a picture of his hands. His beautiful hands, his long fingers graced by rings you had gifted him because, fuck, did you love seeing him with jewellery you had given him. Especially rings. 

The high you’re craving as much as you feel guilty is nearing and you arch your back, hips chasing the feeling of the vibrations on your bundle of nerves - and when the thought of Seokmin above you with his fingers fucking you open, rings on and all, occupies your mind once more, not leaving any space for a guilty conscience, you finally come undone. You sigh his name over and over, riding out your orgasm and once your vibrator is off and your panties are back in place, you slowly start to realize what you’ve just done. Again. How many times have you told yourself you wouldn’t do this again? How many times have you sworn that Seokmin was your best friend and nothing else? 

Best friends don’t think about the other when they get off. Best friends don’t crave the other’s touch when they aren’t around. Best friends don’t want to get finger-fucked by the other! 

Maybe, you think, you aren’t Seokmin’s best friend after all because all of these points apply to you. With a groan you lock your phone and swing your legs off the bed, still feeling a bit dizzy from your orgasm. Just when you are about to head to the bathroom, you hear knocks on your front door. 

Frowning, you look at the clock hanging on the wall across from you. It’s one o’clock in the morning, who would ever- another knock. More vehemently this time. You blink a few times, not even registering that you’re wearing nothing but one of Seokmin’s shirts and your panties when you open the door. 

Glossy brown eyes look at you, reddened cheeks and lips on the face you think about more than you should. 

“Seokmin?!” 

“You’re- you’re wearing my shirt.”

He is inside your apartment with the door closed behind you in mere seconds. His hands somehow landed on your waist and you are now stuck between him and the cold wall, your eyes big and round looking up at him.

“What are you doing here, what- what’s going on?”

“I kissed someone,” he breathes and you hate that the words make your heart drop, “I kissed this girl when I was at a club with Mingyu and- fuck, I kissed her and I somehow realized that I don’t want to kiss her.”

“Okay, that’s okay, Seok. You stopped kissing her then, right?”

When he shakes his head, you feel another pang of pain inside your chest.

“I kissed her some more, she asked me to go home with her and I was already on my way out, ready to get into the cab and let her take me to her place, but…”

The way he looks at you, the way his fingers dig into your skin. He doesn’t say it, and you don’t want to ask. 

“You’re drunk.” You somehow stumble out, freeing yourself from his grasp and instead walking over to the kitchen, to get your best friend some water.

“I didn’t even drink that much.” You hear the pout before you see it, turning around to face him, your eyes settling on his body leaning against the doorframe. 

“You should still drink some water, Seok, alright?”

He doesn’t try to stop you when you hand him the glass and he even takes two big sips before putting it down.

“Why didn’t you call before you came here?” You ask then, leaning against the kitchen counter. 

“Phone’s dead.” He explains and you sigh, pulling a hand over your face.

“So, you didn’t tell Soonyoung you’re not coming home tonight?”

“I-,” Seokmin starts but then realizes he, in fact, hadn't told his roommate he was going to be gone for the night. 

“Lee Seokmin,” you shake your head at him, “get my phone from my room and text him, I bet he’s dying of worry right now. You know how he is.”

As much as Seokmin wishes it wasn’t true - it is. Soonyoung his (other) best friend and roommate is overbearing as much as he is kind. Pouting once more, he turns around to walk into your bedroom, seeing your phone laying on top of your bed. For a split second he feels guilty - had he woken you up? Gnawing on his bottom lip, he rids himself of his coat and hangs it over your desk chair, also taking off his shoes in the process and putting them next to yours by the closet, before finally grabbing your phone and unlocking it with the code he just so happens to know. 

He stops in his steps. Stares at the screen. Then, he blinks a few times and feels his body react right away. Electricity shoots through him and explanations as of why he is seeing what he’s seeing, explanations that have his stomach flip and his heart triple in speed, that have his imagination go wilder than he’d usually allow himself around you.

“Y/N.”

“Did you not find it?” You call back from the kitchen, getting out a pot to make some late night ramen, only to turn around and look at him and feel your face fall. He is holding your phone up for you to see the screen, his zoomed in hands still on your display. Fuck. 

Coming up with an explanation as of why the fuck his hands are on your screen at almost 2 o’clock in the morning leaves your brain blank. There is only so much you can say that isn’t totally weird - and even then, it still is. 

But something about the way Seokmin is looking at you isn’t even allowing you to open your mouth and stutter out a lame excuse. 

“I want you to be honest with me,” he begins calmly, slowly walking over to you now, “why are my hands zoomed in on your phone screen in the middle of the night, darling?”

The pet name bolts through you and leaves your brain even more blank. Suddenly, you don’t know how to speak, how to think. Yet, Seokmin seems to know that he caught you in something he didn’t even know it was possible to find you in. 

“Y/N, be honest,” he repeats when he is back in front of you, when you’re caged in between him and the kitchen counter, when all that’s between you is the little space he has left, “do you have a thing for my hands?”

Shit. He’s so close now, your phone discarded on the counter next to you and you still don’t remember how to speak. It’s stupid, you know it is, he’s probably just teasing you, just trying to get a reaction out of you before he laughs it off. 

Just that he doesn’t. 

Seokmin doesn’t move, instead he comes closer, one of his insanely pretty hands softly grabbing your chin, turning your head to make you look straight up at him. God, his eyes are sparkling. Everything about him seems to be sparkling. 

“Answer me, love.”

You wish you could, really. But your mouth is dry and your body is burning and all you can focus on is the hand on your face. So, instead of verbally answering you, very slowly, nod. The smug smile that spreads on Seokmin’s face is something no one could have prepared you for. 

“Interesting. Let’s see.” He moves his hand up just slightly, thumb brushing against your lips and you can’t help but drop open your mouth, sucking it right into your wet heat. The moan that escapes him catches both of you by surprise and has you pressing your thighs together. Seokmin doesn’t speak, he just looks at you, letting you suck in his thumb with wide eyes that have his cock twitching wildly in his pants. 

He begins thrusting his thumb into your mouth, saliva building up and beginning to trickle down out of the corners of your lips, his eyes glued on your face. When you begin to swirl your tongue around him, he breathes out a strained sigh, quickly replacing his thumb with is middle and index finger. 

Now it’s you who’s moaning. How many nights had you stayed awake with your fingers inside your cunt, with your vibrator against your clit, with you humping your pillow, imagining exactly this. Sucking on his finger’s as he fucked you senseless with either his other hand or his cock. 

“Fuck, baby, you really do have a thing for my hands,” he mutters, perhaps even more to himself than you and he instructs you to suck on them, his free hand sneaking around you, pressing you against him flat on your ass. 

Nothing has ever been as much of a turn on as this. Seokmin’s fingers in your mouth, his other hand squeezing your ass as he is very obviously rubbing himself against you, his erection visible through his pants and hard to miss against your lower stomach. He doesn’t speak for a while, just enjoying the feeling of having all the power over you, something he had never thought possible, bathing in the knowledge you want him just as much as he wants you. 

When he deems it enough, he pulls his fingers out, thick saliva connecting them to your red lips and he groans at the sight, quickly bringing the fingers down and straight to where you need them the most. He doesn’t wait, doesn’t tease, instead he slips his hand into your folds and feels them, coating the two fingers he just pulled out of your mouth in your juices, reveling in your small noises. 

“Want them inside of you, don’t you, baby girl? Want me to fuck you with them?” 

It’s merely a whisper coming out of his mouth and you whimper, nodding your head yes once more, Seokmin chuckling as he leans forward, his breath hitting your face.

“Need you to use your words, okay?” He says, lips touching your cheek and you swallow hard, hips bucking to meet his fingers.

“I-,” you stutter, “I, f-fuck, Seokmin, please-,”

“Please what, darling?”

“Pl-please p-put them i-inside,” you cry out, your hands gripping the material of his shirt, eyes begging him to do as you asked. 

“God, you’re so desperate, might just make me cum in my pants. Gonna fuck your pretty pussy with my hands while you’re wearing my shirt, fuck,” his voice is breathy against your ear and you’re just about to beg him again, when he finally does what you’ve been dreaming about for years. 

The second he breaches your hole, you already feel like the gates of heaven just opened up for you. His fingers are like the drug you knew you’d get addicted to once you’ve got a taste of them and the second they are fully inside you, you fear nothing will ever come close again. Your body reacts by shaking uncontrollably, your pussy sucking him in as far as possible, Seokmin’s moans in your ear the sweetest sounds you’ve ever heard. As his fingers begin to thrust inside of you, his lips begin to kiss your neck, up to your cheek and finally your lips, both of you sighing in relief when you finally take one step further. Because somehow this is more intimate than his fingers fucking you. 

This could have easily been mistaken as a tipsy Seokmin helping his best friend blowing off steam by finally giving into her desire for him, but the second he kisses you both of you know this is going to be so much more. 

Your arms move to wrap around his neck as you spread your legs further for him, giving him better access and more room to move his hand as he continues his thrusts, your whimpers against his lips skilfully getting caught by his tongue.

“So fucking wet and tight, such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” He mumbles against your mouth and you nod, pulling him closer, lips back on his to begin yet another heated kiss. The two of you make out, one of your legs around his waist as he picks up his speed, thumb finding your clit no problem, causing you to arch your back and pant into the kiss.

“Seok- so- so close!” You cry out and he chuckles again, kissing down your neck, sucking harshly on your skin as he pulls his fingers out only to come back with one more. 

Three fingers fuck you open for more, your moans getting louder, fingers digging into his nape as you chase his fingers with your hips, tears behind your eyes threatening to spill because of how fucking turned on you were. You’re dripping down his fingers, down your thighs, your panties shoved to the side by him, probably cutting into his fingers, but he doesn’t seem to care. 

“Yeah? Are you gonna cum for me, baby? Cum on my fingers? How long have you wanted this, hm? How long have you dreamt of my fingers fucking you until you make them drip in your cum?”

His dirty words are so out of character for your usually so bright and sweet best friend, but they do their job perfectly. Accompanying your whines is your pussy clenching around him repeatedly, throbbing against his fingers and Seokmin really thinks he could shoot his load just from this. 

“Faster, pl-please!” Your hips are moving at rapid speed and Seokmin meets your efforts, thumb pressing down on your clit and letting his fingers quickly pump in and out of your perfect pussy, already feeling your nearing climax around him. 

When he kisses you again, his tongue finding yours, circling it skilfully and sucking it into his mouth, you feel your orgasm rush over you, cum soaking his whole hand as he fucks you through it, your moans landing right in his hot mouth. 

“That’s it, darling, cum on my fingers, soak them in your cum, show me how good I made you feel, fuck.” 

Tears are rolling down your cheeks, tears of pleasure and happiness, tears of desperation as you ride out your orgasm, almost crying more when he pulls his fingers out of you to lick them clean like a starved man. Your head spins at the visual and you let yourself fall against the counter, sure you could probably count the stars floating around your head currently.

“Delicious, so pretty and delicious.” Seokmin hums when his fingers are out of his mouth and he smiles at you like the soft puppy you know he is. 

“Seokmin…,” you don’t even know what to say, still in awe and still recovering from the best orgasm you’ve ever had. He shushes you, both of his hands on your waist, pulling you into his chest.

“Later, love. Now, I need you to ride my cock, how does that sound?”

Smiling at him you think that nothing had ever sounded sweeter.

buck: i’m so nervous

dean winchester: don’t worry, it’s gonna be okay

*3 hours later*

doctor: your surgery was a success

buck: wait, where’s dean?

doctor: who do you think gave you the bisexuality?

You idiot. We could have been... us.

Lowkey imagine that after the byler scene, we get a shot of el looking in the mirror and smiling at herself while finally feeling "pretty"

(This smile, also creds to @elhoppers)

AHHHHHH…in a cute gut-wrenching way 🎀🔪

rick and summer’s dynamic makes me want to scream

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suna rintarō begs you to see an exclusive screening of an upcoming independent film at a small local movie house.

as pretentious as the idea first sounded, you of course oblige because how can you resist your one and only boyfriend? especially when he’s clinging to you and hanging off you as he so sweetly asks, sneaking kisses along the expanse of your neck and shoulder in between points of how, “it’s really about the experience. it’s what the director would have wanted.”

he really wanted to go.

so you go with him when the day comes, but for some reason suna takes longer than usual to get ready so you end up arriving at the movie house when the last of the previews are wrapping up. usually you and him go early to see those, where he says things like, “that looks like ass,” or, “we’re going to see that one, for sure,” and it never fails to make you snicker in your seat beside him.

you’re just a smidge late for all that this time.

“but that’s ok,” you reassure him, “the previews always drag on anyway. plus, you look really nice from getting ready for so long.”

you giggle and give him a quick kiss on his cheek and when you pull back, he looks at you with just the most lovestruck look ever.

“you’re the best, y’know that?” he says, in a tone strangely more lovey-dovey (especially given the fact you’re in public) than usual. it wasn't like you don't compliment him on a regular basis, either.

okayyy…?

“i know,” you quickly joke with a light laugh, trying to dodge the odd feeling that him looking at you like that gives you.

after suna pays for your tickets, he takes you by the hand to pick out some snacks. and in another odd turn of events, he lets you get all the snacks and popcorn you want.

“you’re seriously going to pay for all this?” you raise an eyebrow at him–already attempting to put some back because you were just teasing when you grabbed so many, like you usually do when the two of you see movies together.

the worker behind the counter politely butts in, “a-actually, today there's a special deal where snacks are free!"

"seriously?" you gawk in response. suna nods at the worker with a smile before he gathers all your said snacks and treats and gestures at you to start following him.

weird...

but free snacks? you weren't going to complain.

you two quietly slip into the dark theater and suna must have perfectly remembered the seat numbers on your tickets because he walks right up to a row in the dead center of the room. as he sets your belongings down, you quickly double-check the seats he so-confidently led you to, but he was right about them. you don't recall him glancing at your tickets for more than a second since you bought them, though.

what a good memory he has?

you settle into your seat next to him and start picking at your big tub of popcorn. it looks like you arrived just in time as the last preview is starting up.

the preview colorfully flashes up to a start in a way that imitates old film, as a soft tune starts to ring through the speakers. it's a bunch of artsy close-ups of clothes and belongings shrewd about a hardwood floor, beams of sunlight hitting them gorgeously.

... hey, you own a sweatshirt that looks like that.

and then you see it: it's you up there on the big screen.

captions start to appear as a reel of videos containing you start to play.

[ i thought for the longest time i was perfectly fine on my own ]

a clip of you as you and suna walk to class in inarizaki’s halls, in your old uniform and glancing back at him now and then. your smile is wide and if it weren’t for the music playing over the video, you could almost hear your own laugh at probably some dumb joke suna just told you behind the camera.

[ but for the longest time, i didn't have a fucking clue what "perfect" really meant. ]

your head tucked in your arms with your hood up, sleeping mid-study-session on a college library’s table scattered with open notes and dog-eared textbook pages. your eyes peek out from the material of your hoodie, the glint of a smile reaching what can be seen before you bashfully bury your head further back into your original position.

[ i was an idiot for thinking i did know what "perfect" was. ]

your hands clutching at his pro jersey you’re wearing as you stand in front of the stadium building, thousands of unheard fans on the inside waiting to see him play. undoubtedly when after that clip was recorded, you two went in, and it was still only you he really looked for wearing his jersey in the crowd whenever his team scored a point.

[ because then i met you. ]

all the times when you’ve turned to see his fond eyes peeking above the back of his phone—as he photographs you like a rare and beautiful sight that’s fleeting, one he absolutely needed to snapshot at those exact moments in order to keep for himself forever—got laid out before you.

now you’re seeing them from his point of view, and it captivates you like nothing else.

[ you are perfect. ]

the b-roll of moments you and suna have shared over the years fades out, and the preview's title card shows up in a pretty and elegant font: "will you marry me? (directed by: suna rintarō)"

you don't even realize your jaw is hanging wide open in shock when you turn to face present-day suna next to you, and there he was again, his phone in front of his face. but you catch in the glare of the silver screen you're sat in front of, the eyes that peek over the camera are crinkled up as they look at you with unbridled joy and radiates a love in its purest form.

"rin..." you can barely speak, both because you're touched but also because you're bewildered out of your mind.

with a chuckle he finally lets up on his recording, sticking his phone into his pocket. he stands up and moves in front of you, getting down on one knee. your heart skips a beat.

the lights suddenly turn on in the theater, and your first instinct once your eyes get readjusted to the brightness is to look around–because a room full of theater goers were are being subjected to whatever it is suna has orchestrated here.

but as you look around, the whole ordeal feels even more surreal, because it's all your loved ones filling up the rows of seats. they look back at where you're sitting, smiling and with some of them also recording on their phones now, too.

"so..." suna starts, redirecting your attention back to him. he pulls out a tiny box from his pocket, opening it to reveal a ring that shines divinely in the dim lighting of the room, "will you?"

his delight is evident as he fights back a grin and his face and ears are dusted an adorable shade of pink. you're arguably more delighted than him–over the moon, even–as you utter out your answer...

"yes, i'll marry you."

💬 kuroppiii ─ “ y ' all ever seen that viral video of the guy that reanimated sleeping beauty to propose to his girlfriend ? yeah ”

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ch 21 - am i wrong?

genre: angst, smut, social media au (with written parts), college au, enemies to lovers

wc: 3.7k

summary: An aspiring journalist, you are the news editor for The Uni Chronicles; the campus newspaper, popular for delivering breaking news at the drop of a hat and providing detailed articles about the various happenings around your university. You think you’ve covered every story there was to cover before you’re tasked with producing an in-depth editorial on a student whose name is on everyone’s lips—Hwang Hyunjin.

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It takes roughly three seconds for Hyunjin to open the door, pause for one quick glance at your figure and pull you into a hungry kiss. He wastes no time letting his hands roam all over your body, touching every possible surface and sending electric sensations straight to your core.

He’s been waiting all night for you to come, suppressing his urges in frustration for hours. His patience has run out. Just one look at you and he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. Not when you stood there before him, a picture of sensuality in your paper thin dress, legs and back fully exposed, inviting him in. He had to feel you, all of you, immediately.

And you let him. You let him have you tonight, let him kiss you, touch you, and taste you to his heart’s content. Because you wanted him to. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t anticipating this moment since he sent the text at dinner.

Steadily backing into the bedroom, your bodies intertwine in a passionate embrace, mouths eliciting warm breaths as they travel from lip to neck to chest. Hyunjin makes fast work of your dress, drawing a startled gasp from you when he slips it off.

“I thought you wanted to see me in that dress so bad. Did you not like it?” You release a breathy laugh.

“Of course I like it.” Hyunjin answers between kisses. “But I like this more.” He motions towards your naked body.

“It’s not fair, you still have all your clothes on.” You whine, tugging at the waistband of his sweats.

Hyunjin chuckles in response. “Always complaining, aren’t we?” He obliges you by stripping himself. “But you won’t be complaining for much longer.”

He places two fingers at your lips, parting them gently before slipping in. He watches intently as you suck them, and once they were lubricated to his liking, he places his digits between your legs instead.

You can’t help but moan as he caresses your folds, spreading the wetness and steadily rubbing your clit. The pressure in your abdomen was building at an alarming rate, and you needed him to match your urgency. Attempting to intensify the friction, you grind against his fingers. Hyunjin chuckles at your neediness, but decides to indulge you nevertheless.

Momentarily releasing his grasp on your body, he goes to grab a condom. You watch as he puts it on, absentmindedly pressing your legs together in anticipation. He turns to you and hastily pushes your back against the door, one hand on your waist while the other guides his cock to your entrance.

“You ready for me, baby?” He whispers in your ear.

You nod your head, giving him the green light. Hyunjin bucks into you with a grunt, causing you to yelp in pleasure and grab onto his shoulders for support. He starts thrusting between your legs, holding you in place while his cock hits the deepest parts of you over and over.

Your vision goes blurry as bliss overtakes you, mind going blank as you bounce on his dick.

“J-Jinnie.” You manage to whimper. “Mm cumming soon.”

“Do it baby, cum for me. Cum all over this dick.” He quickens his pace, sweat dripping down his temples as he fucks you harder.

You shriek in pleasure, nails digging into his back as you approach your high. Euphoria washes over you when you reach your peak, body trembling and eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Hyunjin watches you in awe, the raw, fucked-out expression on your face arousing him even more, knowing it’s his cock that is making you feel so good.

“Am I fucking you good, baby?” He groans into your neck. “Tell me how good this dick feels.”

“S-so good, Jinnie. Your dick feels amazing.” You clench as he hits your sweet spot, drawing a moan from him.

“I’m close baby, almost there. Fuck—so tight.” Hyunjin gives one last sharp thrust, releasing into you.

“Fuck, I’m cumming, fuckk.” He buries his cock even deeper in your pussy and you know you’ll feel it tomorrow.

Once he finishes, Hyunjin frees you from his grip, but you struggle to support yourself, legs wobbly from your session. He guides you to the bed where you lie down as he brings a towel to clean you up, gently dabbing your skin while pressing soft kisses to your forehead.

“Damn, I’m tired.” You mumble, reaching for the covers.

Hyunjin watches you with amusement, but grabs your wrist before you could pull the sheets over. You look at him questioningly when he brings his face up to yours.

“Baby, we’re just getting started.”

You wake up to the early morning rays of sun seeping through the thin window curtain across the room and the sensation of bare skin sliding across your own. Tangled in a mess of arms, legs, and bedsheets, you try wriggling free of Hyunjin’s embrace, but he’s not budging, still deep asleep. You turn to face him, watching him breathe steadily with his mouth slightly agape.

Memories of last night flash across your mind, filling you with excitement at the thought. You and Hyunjin had thoroughly explored each others’ bodies, touching, kissing, and tasting every surface. He proved to be a man of his word after all, following through with his promise to make you feel good all night. But now, he was understandably worn out from all the action. Your stirring must’ve woken him up though, as he opens his eyes to meet your gaze.

“Gmorning.” He mumbles.

“Good morning.” You giggle, finding his raspy morning voice adorable.

“Did you enjoy last night?” He asks as he repositions his arm around your waist to pull you in.

“Yeah I did, thanks for not kicking me out.” You laugh.

“Why would I do that?” Hyunjin finally opens his eyes fully to give you a perplexed look. “You really still think I’m some heartless player, huh?”

“I mean, you were kinda an asshole when we first met.” You shrug.

“I thought I fucked away all those bad feelings by now. Do you need me to do it again?”

You playfully hit his chest. “Oh my god, can you stop being horny for one minute?”

“Tsk, always playing hard to get.” Hyunjin smirks. “Can’t say I don’t like it though.” He leans in to pepper your face with kisses.

His lips tickle your skin, turning both of you into a giggling mess. You take his face in your hands and stop his attack by planting a kiss on his lips before pulling back to look him in the eyes.

“Just so you know, being good at sex doesn’t make you a good person. It might be enough to trick other girls, but you should know I’m not as easily fooled.” You sneer.

“Is that a challenge?”

“You think everything is a challenge.”

“Think whatever you want then. Sure, I have a reputation, and sure, I never let girls stay the night.” He pauses to lay his hand on your cheek. “But I let you.”

Heat rises to you cheek at the sudden intimacy. “What, is that supposed to make me feel special or something?”

“I don’t know, maybe.”

An alarm rings, snapping your attention to your phone. You turn away to check the screen, panic shooting to your chest when you realize the time.

“Fuck, I gotta get to class!” You shift to get up from the bed.

Before you can make your escape, Hyunjin firmly pulls you back in place. “C’mon you really wanna leave this to go to class?”

You sigh. “I mean I don’t want to, but I have to.”

“One more round won’t hurt.” He whines.

“Hyunjin, I really can’t stay.”

“Fine then, one more kiss at least.”

You give in to his request and place a soft kiss on his lips. As you pull away, he deepens it, running a hand through your hair to cradle your face. The softness of his lips and the warmth of his embrace almost make you reconsider skipping class, but your conscience eventually drives you to stop and finally leave the bed.

“Have fun at class, sweetheart.” Hyunjin snuggles back under the covers and gives you a wink.

You chuckle. “Thanks Jinnie, I’ll see you later.”

After class, you head over to the picnic tables on campus for lunch. You spot the silhouettes of Jisung and Nari already sitting down and engaged in a lively conversation, judging by Jisung’s wild gesticulations. As you approach the table and settle down, he immediately springs a million questions on you.

“I just finished midterms and I need to let loose this weekend. Come to the bar with me please? I came with you to the party last time so you owe me!” He dramatically pouts and tugs on your arm like a toddler.

You reluctantly explain to him why this isn’t a fair tradeoff. “But Ji, you love parties.”

“But Y/N, you love me.” He huffs, crossing his arms.

“Okay, well I can’t argue that.”

“And plus we haven’t been hanging out lately. I mean, this is the first day you’ve actually showed up for lunch all week!” Jisung groans.

You sigh, he had a good point. Life was keeping you busy lately and you hadn’t had much time for him. “You’re right Ji. If it’ll make you happy, then I’ll come.”

Perking up at your agreement, Jisung attacks you with a bear hug. “SWEET! How about you Nari?”

Sipping her smoothie, Nari avoids eye contact. “Um, actually I can’t make it, I have plans.”

“Ugh, what plans?” Jisung grumbles.

Nari hesitates, tapping her fingers on the table before deciding to come clean.

“I have a date.”

“A WHAT?” You and Jisung both shout in unison, standing up from your seats in shock.

But Nari pays you no mind, continuing to casually sip her drink and scroll through her phone.

“A date with who? You never agree to dates!” You question her.

“Changbin asked me out and I thought, what the hell, why not?” Nari shrugs.

You press her further. “Wait, does that mean you like him?”

“Maybe, I’m not sure yet.”

You’re stunned to hear that Nari is opening up to someone romantically for the first time, or at least giving it a chance. For years, she’s openly opposed the concept of relationships, arguing that they force people to compromise their happiness. You on the other hand, have always been a hopeless romantic, never giving up on hope of someday finding ‘the one’ regardless of how many heartbreaks you endure.

It excites you to see your friend changing her outlook. Maybe now, you can share even more personal feelings to relate over. You make note to ask her all about Changbin the next time you get the chance.

“What has happened to the world? Nari is going on a romantic date while Y/N actually agreed to go out drinking this weekend? Did you guys swap bodies?” Jisung exasperatedly remarks.

Nari swings an arm around him to calm him down. “Chill out Ji, we’re both just having fun!” And she shoots you a wink.

You grin at her and agree. “Yeah, don’t make me regret agreeing to go with you to the bar.”

“You’re right, thank you bestie.” Jisung attacks you with another hug. “Oh, one more thing about the bar—and please don’t kill me for this—but apparently the soccer team goes there every weekend so we might run into Hyunjin.”

Jisung bites his lip, worried for your reaction, but you remain nonchalant. “Oh, that’s fine.”

“Really? Cool! Don’t worry, I’ll protect you from that asshole and I’ll make sure he doesn’t bother you.”

“Y/N doesn’t need protecting.” Nari remarks. “As if you’d stand a chance against him, pipsqeak.” She mutters under her breath.

Jisung still hears her though, and the two immediately start bickering while you watch in amusement. When they finally call a truce, Jisung turns back to you with a cheeky smile.

“It’s settled then, I’ll pick you up at nine”

It’s Friday night, and that means it’s the time of the week when the soccer team meets up for drinks at their usual spot downtown from campus. It’s only ten o’clock but Minho is already wasted, dancing sloppily in the crowd.

That’s a first, Hyunjin thinks, as he watches from the bar, a glass of whiskey in his hand. Minho’s not typically one to let loose like that, so he must’ve had a rough week or something. Changbin on the other hand, is usually the first to get rowdy. Speaking of which—where is Changbin anyway? It’s not like him to miss a bar outing. By now, he’d normally be chatting up some girls on the dance floor but tonight he’s nowhere to be found.

Hyunjin is left pondering his friend’s whereabouts when the sound of a familiar laugh catches his ear. He turns his head toward the voice, and spots you walking through the door.

Is he seeing things? He knows this isn’t your scene and you wouldn’t ever voluntarily spend a Friday night out at the bar. Your head is turned away from him, so he can’t make out the features on your face for certain…Wait no, that’s gotta be you. Hyunjin can tell by the curve of your neck, so smooth and slender, a spot he knows well. But what are you doing here?

He soon finds his answer when Jisung follows through the door behind you. The loud brunette is smiling wide as you reach to link your arm in his and walk to your table together. The both of you were giggling the whole way, evidently already buzzed before you got here. You laugh even harder when Jisung almost trips on a step, causing him to tumble into you, knocking you over into the booth. The two of you are nearly hollering as you lay on the seat with Jisung’s head on your stomach.

That’s fucking obnoxious. Hyunjin takes a sip of his drink, clenching his teeth at the burning sensation. He’s seen Jisung around campus before, and always with you. Why are you guys always together? Does the guy have nothing better to do? Hyunjin is far from insecure, but seeing you attached to the hip with Jisung is nauseating to watch. It’s annoying.

Hyunjin has never seen you laugh like this before. What on earth could Jisung possibly say to make you laugh that hard? It’s excessive really. And even after Jisung removes himself from your body, he sits next to you at the booth, shoulder to shoulder as you review the menu, arms still linked. For christ’s sake, get a room.

When it appears you’ve decided on your order, Jisung leaves the table to grab the drinks. His lighthearted smile slowly drops as he approaches, when he recognizes Hyunjin leaning against the bar. Hyunjin’s expression is no better, and the two men silently eye each other as the distance closes.

“Hey.” Jisung curtly greets Hyunjin.

“Hey.” Hyunjin replies, looking straight ahead, not caring to make eye contact.

Jisung clears his throat. “I don’t think we’ve met before, I’m Jisung.” He reaches a hand out.

Hyunjin scoffs before returning his handshake rather roughly. “Yeah, I know. Y/N’s sidekick, right?”

“What the hell dude? I’m no one’s sidekick.” Jisung immediately recoils, to which Hyunjin just rolls his eyes.

“Damn, she was right about you.” Jisung continues.

Hyunjin turns to face him. “Right about what?”

“That you’re a complete asshole. I can’t believe she’s put up with it for so long. It’s probably only because she’s so professional.” The drinks finally arrive and Jisung is ready to leave the conversation when Hyunjin retorts his claim.

“I wouldn’t say she’s completely professional. We’ve done some pretty unprofessional things.” He clicks his tongue.

Jisung swiftly sets the drinks back down and gets right up in Hyunjin’s face. “The fuck are you going on about? Don’t talk down on my friend like that.”

“What? You mad because I’m the one fucking Y/N and you’re not?”

“Are you insane? I swear to god if I hear you say Y/N’s name one more time—“

A loud commotion brings your attention to the bar. It had been a while since Jisung left, and you were starting to wonder what was taking him so long. You find your answer when you spot him and Hyunjin in what appears to be a verbal altercation, red in the face and both glaring at each other. As Jisung’s hand gestures get more and more aggressive, you make a beeline to the boys in fear that the confrontation might escalate.

“How many times do I need to tell you to keep her name out of your mouth?” Jisung points a finger into Hyunjin’s chest.

“How many times do I need to tell you that I don’t take orders from a noisy guard dog?”

“The only dog here is you.”

You insert yourself between the arguing duo, but they pay you no attention, still staring holes into each other.

“Can you guys calm down? You’re gonna get us kicked out.” You hiss.

“I’m not leaving until this jackass takes back what he said.” Jisung all but spits.

“That’s not happening.”

“I swear, I’m gonna make you regret ever saying shit about Y/N.”

“Yeah? I’d like to see you try.” Hyunjin snickers.

“Wait, what do I have to do with this?” You look back and forth between the two boys, thoroughly confused.

Jisung pushes you aside to get a clear path to launch himself at Hyunjin, who is equally fired up. Seeing the imminent danger arising, you cling onto his arm and pull him away from the blonde, into a tight hug. Hyunjin scoffs in disbelief, his anger rising as he watches you embrace your friend.

“Y/N let go, you’re gonna get hurt.” Jisung tries to pry you off but you don’t budge.

“So are you if you try to fight people at the bar!” You yell into his chest. “Please Jisung, just take a step outside and cool off, I’ll be right out and we can leave this place.”

He looks down at your begging eyes and slumps his shoulders in surrender. With a sigh, he agrees to leave, but not without one last word.

“Come out quickly, okay? Don’t waste your time with this piece of garbage.” He gives Hyunjin a final glare before exiting.

You turn back to Hyunjin who is somehow even more enraged than before. He’s staring at you like you murdered his whole family, which automatically puts you in defense mode.

“Are you done cuddling with your little sidekick?” He mutters.

Unsure what Hyunjin is implying with his comment, you brush it off and get straight to the point.

“Why the hell are you screaming at my friend?”

“Your friend was the one who attacked me first.” Hyunjin hisses, angrily running a hand through his hair. “He probably got jealous after I told him we’re fucking.”

Your heart drops.

“YOU WHAT?”

Hyunjin is visibly annoyed by your reaction and continues sipping his drink.

“Hyunjin what the fuck? You can’t go telling people our private business.”

“It wasn’t like I was flaunting it, he pushed me to say it.”

“I don’t fucking care, you shouldn’t have said anything.” Feeling a migraine coming on, you hold your head in anguish.

“Why does it have to be a secret? Isn’t he your best friend? Why doesn’t he know?” Hyunjin questions.

“Because Hyunjin, I get to choose who I tell these things to, not you.”

“Are you embarrassed or something?” He pauses, gauging your reaction. “You really do think I’m an asshole. You think all I’m capable of is one night stands don’t you? That I just use women and don’t give a fuck about their feelings.”

Hyunjin crosses his arms, waiting for your answer. You still can’t understand why he’s mad at you when he’s the one who made the mistake of exposing your secret. This was the first conversation you’ve had all night, and it’s been hostile from the get go. You hadn’t done anything to deserve this kind of treatment.

“Well, am I wrong?”

A switch turns inside of him when he hears your words. His enraged demeanor goes soft for a moment, as if he had expected you to disagree, as if he was hurt. But he promptly gathers himself and resumes his callous attitude.

“Nope. You’re absolutely right.” Hyunjin plainly states, refusing to look at you.

You realize how insensitive your reply was and try to take back your words.

“Hyunjin, I—“

“That’s exactly what I am—an asshole. You said it yourself, it’s not easy to fool you.” He cuts you off before you can say anything.

“I guess, all the times I tried to cheer you up, to make you feel better—that was just to get in your pants, right?” You’re speechless as he continues.

“And to think I put in all that effort to actually be nice to you, when at the end of the day, you’re just an uptight wannabe who can’t even think for herself.”

His last words were laced with venom, filled with anger and spite. At least they felt that way, as the hostility struck your veins like poison. You start to tear up. The sting was too painful to hold in. What had you done to deserve this treatment from him? All this time you had started to open your guarded heart, only to allow Hyunjin full reign to wound you even more. What a mistake that was.

Wiping your tears away, you stand firm. You give one last glance at Hyunjin, whose head is hung in defeat, brows knitted with grief. What did he have to be upset about? He’s the one who said all those hurtful things.

With a sharp inhale, you pick yourself up to leave. Hyunjin finally looks up at you, but doesn’t say another word. You have one last comment, though.

“You really are an asshole, and I was a fool to ever think otherwise.”

It hurts you to say, but only because it is really how you feel. You wish it wasn’t true. You wished so badly for so long that your doubts about him were wrong. But once again, your intuitions have never failed you, so with a heavy heart, you leave.

a/n: I’m sorry y’all 🫣 das all I gotta say 🤧

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instead of you [part twenty-two] || l.mh

pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either. 

warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, mentions of sex (mdni)

word count: 3.8k

a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!!

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Shanghai was only an hour behind Tokyo so you were able to hit the ground running as soon as you landed. Unlike Japan, the itinerary didn’t allow for a day to rest and reset. Check-in at the new hotel wasn’t until later in the afternoon, but they let you drop off your luggage with them so you wouldn’t have to lug it around the city with you.

You passed your bags off to a woman who promised you they’d be safe in the closet behind the desk- not that you were too worried about your collection of t-shirts and Vera Bradley duffle bag that was nearly two decades old- before joining the Hans by the seating area a few paces away. The lobby was dressed with dark woods and jade tiles, accented with plush white furniture and expensive-looking plants. It was easily the most sophisticated place you’d ever been, and that was saying something considering you’d been on a fucking yacht a few weeks ago.

You felt extremely out of place in your travel sweats and beat-up sneakers. Even looking at the crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling made you feel like you didn’t belong. You knew the Hans had a reservation under their names, you knew that you were being paid for, but you still felt like you could get kicked out for loitering at any minute.

“First things first we need to find a currency exchange place and then we can grab a bite to eat,” Dom explained. You tried not to wince as his voice echoed around the room. You were still getting used to these ‘family meetings’. “Are you guys hungry?”

There was a collective nod and then you all followed Mr. Han out of the hotel onto the bustling street. He used his phone’s GPS to navigate through the twists and turns of the city. Jisung grabbed your hand instinctively, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles like he always did.

Guilt bubbled up in your chest as soon as the warmth from his palm spread to yours. You hated the way you couldn’t even enjoy a simple gesture, something that was so commonplace for your friendship, without feeling like your stomach was turning itself inside out.

Jisung noticed, of course he did, your hand tensed as soon as he took it and even if it was barely perceptible he was too observant, too in tune with you to miss it.

“You okay?” he asked, eyebrows creasing together in worry.

“Just feeling a little sick is all,” you replied. It wasn’t a lie, you did feel nauseous. You just hoped Jisung couldn’t tell there was something else you were holding back.

“Do you need to sit? We can stop for a bit and meet the others later.”

“No, I’ll be fine,” you assured him. “I don’t want to get lost.”

“We have our phones, we won’t lose them,” he pressed.

“I probably just need something to eat, and we’re stopping for lunch soon. I’m ok, I promise.”

He looked like he didn’t quite believe you, but dropped it anyway.

You waited in line behind the rest of Jisung’s family at the currency exchange place where you traded your yen for yuan. You didn’t have much on you, since most travel sites warned against carrying a lot of cash on your person when in a new place. The Hans always insisted on paying for you too so it wasn’t like you needed it either.

After everyone had gone through the queue, you stopped for lunch in a square with about a dozen street vendors peddling different kinds of food. They were all swamped with customers, businessmen and women dressed in suits waiting to get their meals before inevitably having to return to the office. There were families wandering around too. Mothers struggled to wrangle their small children in strollers or their arms as they stood in line at the various stalls, calling for the older kids who were playing in the fountain.

You and Jisung chose a kabob cart to try while the other members of his family split off to get their own thing. You let your best friend order for the both of you as always while you scouted a spot to sit. The square was full of tables and benches scattered about. Some were shaded by trees, others offered unobstructed views of the skyline across the water. You opted for one that was surrounded by a couple of other close tables so everyone could sit somewhat together.

“Thanks for finding a place to sit, y/n!” Dom exclaimed as he approached you with Minho right on his heels. “Perfect amount of shade and sun.”

“I had to fight off some pigeons for it,” you joked, earning a laugh from the older man.

“I commend you for your bravery, pigeons can be quite brutal.”

“Especially city pigeons,” Minho added, coughing awkwardly when you made eye contact with him.

“Minho was attacked by pigeons once,” Dom said suddenly. You didn’t have time to ask any further questions before Jisung was returning with your food, giving you an apologetic look. 

“You weren’t boring her, were you?” He shot an accusatory glance at his father.

“No more than you usually do,” Minho answered smugly.

“Minho, please don’t start. We just got here, and since we’ll all be staying together I’d rather not have to listen to the three of you bickering all week.”

“What do you mean we’ll be staying together?” your best friend asked worriedly, voicing exactly what you were thinking. “Did you mess up the reservations again?”

Minho’s smile had also fallen and he was wearing an expression of concern similar to his brother’s. Dom sighed, running a hand across his forehead.

“I was going to wait until your mother returned with Felix to explain, but no. We’re all staying together in the penthouse of the hotel for the week. You all will get your own rooms and such, but we figured that since we’re on a family vacation we should spend time together as a family. We can have meals together, we can cook- or rather, Jisung can cook for us, and we’ll all be sleeping under the same roof.”

The two boys nodded in understanding, though neither looked thrilled. You knew that if Felix were around he’d have some smart comment to make, but since he wasn’t, there was just silence.

“Don’t look so thrilled,” Dom chided. “Minho, you’ll get your own room and so will Felix. That should be exciting to you at the very least.”

“Wait, really?” he asked, eyes much brighter than they had been a moment earlier.

His father nodded with a hum, just as Felix walked back up to your group with Nikki trailing a few paces behind him. Both of them had their hands full of food that they dumped on one of the empty tables and started dividing between each other.

Felix looked up when he noticed the silence and tilted his head in confusion. “What’d I miss?”

-

After lunch, you traveled together to the Oriental Pearl Tower. The number of fucking landmark towers in the world was… too goddamn many in your opinion. There seemed to be one in every city you’d been to, and you thought it was a little excessive.

You debated going to the top of this one just so you wouldn’t be a downer, but both Jisung and Minho were quick to shut it down.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Minho grumbled under his breath, still loud enough for everyone to hear.

“He’s right,” Jisung agreed. “It’s not worth it to make yourself miserable. I’ll stay down here with you, baby.”

You pouted, but didn’t put up much of a fight. You knew Jisung didn’t give a fuck about the tower so you let him keep you company at the bottom.

“We should stay in tonight,” he suggested, twirling a strand of your hair around his finger. “Since you’re not feeling well and everything. I can cook you dinner back at the apartment and we can watch a movie or something.”

“Do we not have plans tonight?”

“Do you ever look at the itinerary?”

“I think you already know the answer to that,” you replied, rolling your eyes.

Jisung just chuckled. “Brat. But no, we don’t really have plans. They’re kind of up in the air. Everyone can do their own thing if they want to. I think I heard Felix and Minho talk about going out, but I don’t think we should.”

“If you want to, you should!” you urged. “Don’t stay in because of me.”

“How many times do I have to tell you that I’d much rather spend time with you than those idiots?”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “Ji...”

“I’m just being honest! We can go out with them tomorrow night, or the night after that! I just don’t want you to overdo it. Especially since we’re going to be out all day tomorrow.”

“Fine, you win,” you gave in. “Promise you’re not just staying in because you feel like you have to?”

“I promise.” He held out his pinky as if to seal it. You looped your own pinky with his despite the gesture being a dramatic formality and grinned. “I don’t really feel like being a wingman anyway.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh, they’re trying to pick up girls tonight?”

“Emphasis on the word ‘trying’,” Jisung scoffed.

“Come on, they’re handsome guys,” you said, though you didn’t quite know why you were defending them.

“Sure, but it’s their personalities that are their downfalls.”

“You’re so mean!”

“You’ve met them!”

You opened your mouth to respond but came up short. Jisung smirked knowingly and you both burst into laughter.

“Well, what are your parents doing tonight?” you asked once you caught your breath. “Are they also going out on the town?”

“I don’t know. Maybe I can cook dinner for the four of us if they decide to stay in.”

“That sounds nice,” you mused, leaning to rest your head on his shoulder.

“It could be… my mom would love the opportunity to get us alone. I’m sure she has loads of questions for you.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing!”

“It is a bad thing! It’s embarrassing.”

“No, it’s not. My mom would do the same thing if the roles were switched.”

“Okay, but that’d be easy. Your mum already knows me and she loves me.”

“She wouldn’t if we were dating.”

“What? Why not?”

“Because she knows you’re a whore.”

“What the fuck? No, I’m not.” You gave him a look. “Okay, well does she know her own daughter is a whore too? Arguably a bigger one than me.”

“Weird way to say I get more bitches than you, but alright.” Jisung rolled his eyes at you and gave you the finger, but you just laughed. “I don’t think she knows that I’m a little slutty-”

“A little!?”

You ignored him. “But even if she did, she still wouldn’t like me dating you. She’s very protective of me.”

Your best friend stuck his bottom lip out in a pout. “I feel kind of betrayed. I thought your mom and I were pals.”

“You are. As long as you keep it in your pants around me.”

-

The penthouse at the hotel you were staying at was even bigger than you imagined it would be. There were four bedrooms, the primary and three guest rooms on the other side of the apartment. Your luggage was already waiting for you in the foyer along with some toiletries and towels.

“Y/n and Jisung should have to stay in the middle room,” Felix had exclaimed as he claimed the room at the very end of the hallway.

“What, why?” Jisung demanded.

“Because it wouldn’t be fair if only one of us had to share a wall with the two of you, that’s why.”

Jisung clenched his jaw and took a deep breath. His parents were right across the living room and they could probably hear every word. Not for the first time, you were mortified by Felix’s inability to keep his mouth shut.

“What the fuck, bro,” Jisung muttered.

“You asked.”

You and Jisung did end up taking the middle room. It turned out to be the biggest of the three so you lucked out. You’d still have to share a bathroom between the four of you, but it was nice to have your own space to get away. It wouldn’t be like Tokyo where you could never let your guard down.

Jisung took you with him to the market to shop for ingredients for dinner. The market was overwhelming but beautiful. It was full of life and vibrant color. The stalls were pushed so closely together under an array of tents that it was difficult to tell who was selling what, but somehow Jisung figured it out. He led you by the hand through the crowd, being sure not to lose you. Watching him speak to the vendors, asking questions about the cuts of the meats and getting advice on what was in season… watching his fingers linger over the different fruits and vegetables, trying to gauge which was the ripest and best for the dish he was planning in his head. It was refreshing to see your best friend in his element. He hadn’t had the chance to cook in forever, and you could tell he was excited to.

It was a chance to show off in front of his parents too, you realized. You could tell he wanted to impress them. He’d cooked for you at least a hundred times, but this was an opportunity to show his parents everything he’d learned in school and prove to them that the degree they were paying for was worth it.

By the time you got back to the hotel, Minho and Felix had already gone out for the night. You had no idea when they’d be back, but that was the least of your worries right now. You were much more concerned about the questions from Nikki that Jisung had warned you about.

Should you study? You still had the stack of flashcards in your backpack. You might be able to squeeze in some last-minute cramming before dinner.

“She’s not going to quiz you,” Jisung said in the elevator on the way up to the room as if he could read your mind.

“How’d you-”

“You’re biting your lip like you do when you get nervous.”

“Oh, sorry.”

“Why are you sorry? You don’t have anything to apologize for.”

You shrugged. “I just don’t want you to be worrying about me when you’re trying to focus on dinner.”

“I always worry about you,” he said casually. “But I know how to multitask.”

You helped Jisung carry the groceries inside and put them away. He’d gotten a lot of food for the rest of the week in addition to what he needed for the night.

“Do you need help cooking?” you asked, suppressing a smile.

Jisung whipped his head in your direction, panic in his eyes, before realizing you were joking. “Hilarious.”

“Who said I wasn’t serious? I could be your sous chef!”

Aware of his parents in the next room over, Jisung smiled weakly and shook his head at you. “You’re very cute, but we both know you’d set this kitchen on fire.”

“Whatever, I’ll just sit over here and watch.”

You seated yourself at one of the barstools tucked underneath the island and rested your head in your palms, watching Jisung do his thing.

He finished sorting the groceries and then washed his hands before searching the kitchen for a cutting board and various cooking utensils that he’d need. Back at home, your best friend had a collection of ridiculous aprons that he’d don as he cooked. Your favorite was one that you’d gotten him for his birthday one year. It had your face on it and said “she loves my meat”. One of his roommates had spit his drink all over their rug when Jisung opened it at his party, and you considered that a job well done. It was the apron Jisung wore the most, and you knew it was secretly his favorite, even though he’d never admit it.

He hadn’t packed any aprons for this trip, though, so he was stuck with the t-shirt he was wearing with nothing to protect it- not that he’d need one. He wasn’t very messy in the kitchen. The aprons were more for show than anything else.

Jisung filled a pot with water and set it on the stove to boil while he chopped vegetables. He was so fast that you could barely see the blade moving.

He’d whipped up a meal in under an hour and served it to you and his parents like you were in a restaurant. He circled the table with a bottle of wine, offering it to each of you as if he were your server.

“How about a nice red for you, miss,” he suggested, holding the bottle out to you so that you could read the label.

You giggled. “Do you recommend it?”

“I’ve never had it,” he admitted, not breaking character. “But the chef says that it pairs perfectly with beef.”

“The chef that looks just like you?”

Jisung winked. “That’s the one.”

“Well, in that case, I trust his judgment. I’ll take a glass.”

“Excellent choice.”

“I’ll have what she’s having,” Nikki said once he’d poured you a glass. She was smiling warmly at her son, completely enamored with you and Jisung’s little display. Your heart swelled with pride at the realization. Maybe you weren’t so bad at acting.

“Excellent choice,” Jisung repeated as he filled his mother’s glass. “And for you, sir?” he asked, addressing his father.

“Do you have whiskey?”

“I believe I do,” he answered thoughtfully. “Let me go check.”

You already knew he did. He’d stopped in a liquor store on the way back to pick some bourbons that he thought his dad and brother would like.

You watched him disappear back into the kitchen and went back to your meal, smiling to yourself in satisfaction.

“I know I’ve mentioned this before,” Nikki whispered quietly, “but I’m so glad you were able to join us on this trip. It’s been so lovely to get to  know you, and I’ve never seen Jisung so happy.”

Your cheeks grew warm at her comment. The feeling of pride in your chest threatened to be replaced with guilt as it bubbled up in your stomach, but you pushed it down.

“Thank you for inviting me,” was all you could muster.

“We’re happy to have you,” she assured you, grabbing your hand firmly.

“What are we talking about?” Jisung asked loudly as he reentered the room, handing his father a glass of whiskey, neat.

He shot you a look that asked if you were ok and you nodded minutely.

“We were just talking about your wonderful girlfriend,” Nikki explained, “and how happy we are to have her with us on vacation!”

“Mom,” Jisung groaned.

“She didn’t embarrass you entirely,” Dom interjected, coming to the defense of his wife. “She didn’t even mention airplane stickers!”

“Wha- airplane stickers?” You looked to your best friend for an explanation, but he had his head in his hands.

“I cook you all a nice dinner and this is how you repay me!” he cried.

“I’m sorry, I’m confused. What are airplane stickers?”

“They’re what Jisung thought menstrual pads were when he was little.” Dom clapped his son on the back affectionately as Jisung groaned even louder.

You brought your hand to your mouth. “You didn’t.”

“I’d never seen one before!”

“We came home and there were ‘airplane stickers’ all over our windows,” his father continued.

“Aw, babe,” you rubbed his thigh comfortingly, but you knew he didn’t miss the devilish glint in your eye that told him you’d never be letting this go. “That’s kind of cute.”

“It’s kind of humiliating,” he corrected you.

“That too, but you didn’t know any better. I’m sure lots of kids do that.”

Jisung ignored you and stood from the table, collecting your plate along with his. “Anyway, I’m going to start the dishes. Does anyone have any for me to take?”

-

Jisung’s parents invited you to watch a movie with them after dinner, but you politely declined, retiring to your bedroom instead. Jisung flopped on the bed as soon as the door was shut behind you and screamed into a pillow.

You chuckled as you unclipped your bra and pulled it off from beneath your shirt, joining him on the bed moments later.

“And they wonder why I never bring anyone home!” he hissed.

You rubbed his back soothingly. “It could’ve been worse.”

“How?”

You paused. “I don’t know.”

“Oh my god.”

“Come on, it’s not so bad. I could’ve told one of my stories about you.”

“Half of those are illegal.”

“Exactly.”

You managed to coax your fake boyfriend out of sulking and took turns getting ready for bed and showering in the bathroom before settling in your room together for the night. You flipped through channels on the tv together, but nothing good was on, so you decided to spend time reading your books instead.

You didn’t even realize how late it had gotten until you heard the front door open, signaling Minho and Felix’s return. You traded looks with Jisung who then checked the time on his phone and showed you that it was past one a.m.

His parents had likely gone to bed hours ago, but you could still hear them talking like everyone wasn’t trying to sleep.

They’re drunk, you and Jisung mouthed at each other at the same time. He rolled his eyes but you just smirked.

“That’s gonna bite them in the ass come morning.”

“Yeah, and we’re going to have to be the ones to deal with it,” he muttered.

He had a point. You hadn’t thought about that. And you didn’t think a hungover Minho or Felix would be pleasant to deal with.

You tried going back to the page you were on in your book, but were distracted again when you heard their voices approaching. They were in the hallway now, saying goodnight to each other.

Then, you finally thought it had gone quiet when you heard a third voice. A female voice. You couldn’t make out what she was saying but you could tell immediately who responded.

“Yeah, this is my room.”

It was Minho. He’d brought a girl home with him.

“No fucking way,” Jisung whispered, verbalizing what you both had to be thinking. “He actually did it.”

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