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[00:42] why? why? WHY?!? you think to yourself as you stared at the back of your brother who had begged you to die in her place. the nerve, the audacity…

they never took your feelings to heart; discarded like dust never to be seen again. it was pain after sadness after pain and it finally made you realise how naive you have been. it was foolish to think that any of your family members would care about you, that they would have a place for you in their hearts.

naive little you, how foolish. they only had time for her and it was shown; your birthday pushed aside, blamed for anything such as her getting her (it was somehow always you). bastards.

without your brother turning around he didn’t see you clearly. no, he didn’t see the way your eyes had dulled slightly only to minutes later light with so much anger that your eyes looked like they were glowing. the way your body stopped shaking and you stopped crying, how you stared calmly at his back.

anger had taken over you as the blood in your veins rushed rapidly in you with anticipation. it burned deep in you daring you to forget but oh how you wouldn’t forget.

you could never ever forget it and you never will. you’ll make them pay, shame them and bring them down and oh, how they’ll beg for mercy. they will not forget the slander they treated you with, the mistreatment from the servants.

diediediediediediediediediediediediediediediedie…

you emotionless stare at the dreadful human in front of you- enjoying the confused and shocked face when he met your hate filled gaze especially with the different emotions he was going through.

shock. confusion. regret. shame. anger.

he was speaking to you but it was a buzzing noise in your ears, annoying as a mouse. fool but oh, there’s the other two fools with him looking at you harshly until you had looked at them.

gleefully you grinned with how your ‘sister’ flinched, hiding away from you in fear. it had set off the fool in front of you as he yanked your hair, spitting in your face. you simply smiled at him unsettlingly him yet still angering him at the same time.

“isn’t it funny how it came to this?” you ask him hoarsely, voice raspy from not talking. they looked at you stunned especially the one you used to call father. “funny how a fake sister seemed to replace me but thank goodness she did..”

you grin, eyes full of fire before tilting your head to the right, “or else I’d turned out like a spoiled bitch”

one; hook

a shade of red burned across her face whilst the other two were in shock before smacking you across the room. ha? seriously they’re that pissed?

“HOW DARE YOU-“ he raises his voice before your snort and your body shakes, it covers your anger as amusement. you seeth from behind your hair.

two: line

“HOW DARE YOU THINK ITS FUNNY! UNGRATEFUL GIRL!” he had yelled furiously, oh the hatred continued building up like molten lava and so you smiled peacefully for the last time.

three: sinker

“father well perhaps I shall call you sperm donor, quite suiting no? anyways let’s this be known that i hate you.” you softly spoke as the chains your ankles were in broke, a smile breaking out at their scared faces.

“what are you doing-“ you cut off your father by summoning some ice spikes that cut into him. the place slowly becoming colder as you start to freeze the room.

“may my hatred make you burn for eternity in hell”

you darkly smiled.

now…

“die”

[05:06] the air was heavy, time unmoving despite the chattering in the background. it didn’t matter. how could it? not with the scene in front of you.

kaeya was drunk obviously which you knew from the little squint he does followed by the tapping of his left foot, yet why was he trailing his hand on the strangers leg up towards the inner thigh. it felt like your earth shattered, the rose tinted glasses you had on; gone.

“why..?” you uttered to yourself, your face pale and filled with horror. you certainly caught diluc’s and albedo’s attention which they followed your gaze. diluc’s eyes harden and, were so intense that they could melt you. albedo was giving a dead stare.

sorrow was the first emotion you felt then it came full force and heavy.

rage

how could he do that to you and so with your mind made up, you stood. the feeling of your steps felt heavy filled with heavy emotions weighing you down then within a second you were there.

crash.

drip. drip

kaeya looked at you in shock as well as the stranger making you angrier, a scoff leaving your mouth. “next time you’re going to do that crap again make sure not to do it in front of the person.”

“now now im sure this is all a misunderstanding,” the way he said it with full conviction and a worried look made you want to scream. it made want to just yell but with a deep breath you speak calmly. “it doesn’t matter if you’re drunk but doing it so blatantly obvious in front of everyone! me! you’re done, we’re done.”

you coldly glare at him before turning around where albedo was there waiting for you. it made you walk towards him taking his lead and leaving the tavern. the cold air refreshing on your skin cooling you down and, you got to the entrance and across the bridge before stopping.

drip… drip… drip

you were shaking with clenched fists as tears fell from your eyes, stifling your sobs. everyone had warned you yet you didn’t listen; fool and look where you’ve landed.

“i’m really a fool aren’t I?” you ask bitterly knowing that albedo was standing near. the question lingering in the air softly with no response.

the way your heart ached and clenched made you sob even more. it was your fault; naive little you believing all them sugarcoated words. you were so foolish, desperate for love and the warmth of someone else that you were fooled.

“stupid…” you muttered once more before looking at albedo who knew you too well. he knows that it’s best to leave you to your thoughts then come back to them after you’ve calmed down. it worked since you were usually a rational individual.

“come on,” he spoke, cutting the stillness in the air with nonchalantly. it made you calm down a little bit with how he didn’t pity you or reassure you. “let’s go.”

he glanced behind you unnoticeably.

he held his outstretched hand before you and you know he meant the little cottage of yours near dragonspine. you sniffled and wiped your eyes reaching out for the hand knowing you were in safe hands.

what you didn’t see was the way albedo’s lips rose into a smirk, the glint in his eyes possessive and challenging to kaeya who glowered.

unknowingly, to you there is a competition between the two on who would get you. you aren’t allowed to be with anyone else; they don’t deserve you nor will they treat you right.

you were theirs.

INSOMNIA 불면증 CHAPTER #2

CHAPTER SYNOPSIS: While you’re caught in the dilemma of either continuing your unusual agreement with your roommate or just cutting it off because of your unrequited feelings for him, another person of your friend group approaches you with a similar offer. Too bad you can’t stand him, right? But will you still be able to resist when his fingers slowly start trailing your curves and the filthiest words leave his lips?

💫 GENRE: angst, smut

🗝 WORD COUNT: 10.8k

🧸 CONTENT INFO: chan x afab reader, minho x afab reader, nonidol!au, university!au, fwb, friends2lovers, reader is queer, roommate!chan, frenemy!minho, childhoodfriend!tzuyu (twice), roommate!lisa (blackpink), roommate!felix, miyeon ((g)i-dle), members of ateez, original characters; minho our favourite tsundere, seonghwa is annoying in this one I’m sorry, the reader is annoying as well but in a different way

🍃 WARNING: chan has insomnia, reader has depression, mention of SA in the past (not explicit and none of the idols of course!!), lots of insecurities about society’s expectations regarding romance and sex, dad joke about new year I’m so sorry I couldn’t resist, alcohol consumption, mention of acrophobia and aquaphobia, mention of food, description of anxiety attack, cigarette smoking (reader smokes once and it’s mentioned that reader’s friends do it as well at parties)

✨ SMUT WARNING: dom!minho, sub!reader, fingering, name calling (doll, darling, good girl, pretty), discussion of safe word

💌 AUTHOR’S NOTE: thank you all for being so patient 😭 I’ve went through a long writer’s block, almost wanted to do it all over again until a sparkle of motivation hit me and voilà that’s what we’ve got now. Enjoy!! 💚 also feedback (comments & reblogs) are highly appreciated!!

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The characters do not portray any of the skz members in real life, the names are just used for fiction. Also minors do not interact, this post contains mature themes. By clicking on “read more” you consent to nsfw content.

“Is it alright with you if I open the window for a few minutes? The air in here is stuffy,” Tzuyu asks, as she already makes her way up towards the other side of your childhood room. 

Agreeing with her statement, you nod as you watch her reach for the handle. The fresh yet freezing air immediately fills the room. You feel your brain waking up a bit, only realising now how tired you’ve gotten. Since Christmas Eve has been some days ago, the temperatures have dropped to their lowest. Still, you haven’t given up on the possibility of some snowy days, even after the holidays.

Agreeing with her statement, you nod as you watch her reach for the handle. The fresh yet freezing air immediately fills the room. You feel your brain waking up a bit, only realising now how tired you’ve gotten. Since Christmas Eve has been some days ago, the temperatures have dropped to their lowest. Still, you haven’t given up on the possibility of some snowy days, even after the holidays.

Agreeing with her statement, you nod as you watch her reach for the handle. The fresh yet freezing air immediately fills the room. You feel your brain waking up a bit, only realising now how tired you’ve gotten. Since Christmas Eve has been some days ago, the temperatures have dropped to their lowest. Still, you haven’t given up on the possibility of some snowy days, even after the holidays.

Agreeing with her statement, you nod as you watch her reach for the handle. The fresh yet freezing air immediately fills the room. You feel your brain waking up a bit, only realising now how tired you’ve gotten. Since Christmas Eve has been some days ago, the temperatures have dropped to their lowest. Still, you haven’t given up on the possibility of some snowy days, even after the holidays.

Snow has always relaxed your mind, so it’s exactly what you would need right now, trying to get your mind off of as much stress as possible. And for as long as your desirable weather hasn’t arrived yet, spending time with your childhood friend does a good job as well.

You’ve missed it. You’ve really missed it – spontaneously meeting up with Tzuyu, talking about life and all the little disasters you both have to go through until 3 AM in the morning with either a hot chocolate or mulled wine in one hand and your phone in the other, showing your best friend pictures to keep her update on your not so busy life. 

The only thing that’s really changed is time, if you’re honest. Tzuyu and you still look the same, still think the same, still act the same around each other as if it hasn’t been years since you’ve graduated and gone separate ways to fulfill your dreams. Whereas you’ve moved to a city far away, Tzuyu has stayed in your hometown, taking a degree in music at university here, while working in your favourite restaurant. The one at the corner between two narrow alleys in an older part of town where they sell the best pasta and pizza dishes, as you both still claim until this day.

From time to time you get a bit anxious, if she’s mad at you for leaving her here. Unfortunately it’s always been one of your bad coping mechanisms to just bugger off and abandon your home when things get heavy, wanting to start new somewhere else. That’s what you did two years ago. Leaving everything behind to escape your troubles, which has worked mediocrely well. The troubles always seem to find you again, once you’re in your childhood town.

“Should we go to the club later? I’ve heard there’s a 90s party today.” Tzuyu’s words wake you up from your daydreams, as you hope she doesn’t notice how your mind drifted off. “I don’t know. There’s probably going to be many people from our year.” 

“Drinks are on me! It’s a great opportunity to get wasted and to get your mind off of this person you’re constantly thinking about.” She giggles and takes a few sips from her hot chocolate. You haven’t told your best friend about Chan yet. She actually does know him already, they have even met and get along quite well. 

“I’ve told you– there is no one,” you lie, hiding your face filled with suspicion by drinking your beverage. Your gaze escapes hers, but Tzuyu tilts her head in a way she’s able to look into your eyes. “Stop lying to me. I’m hurt.” She brings her hand on her chest, laying it right where her heart is. The fake-hurt plastered all over her face makes you roll your eyes to the back of your head in annoyance.

“You’ve gotta buy a lot of alcohol for that. Probably gonna be broke by the end of the night if it’s really your biggest wish to find out who he is.” That’s everything she needs to hear. When the corners of her mouth raise, creating a smirk, you realise she’s got you right where she wants you. “Ha! So there is someone!”

You’re doing everything within your might to escape her glances, but she doesn’t give you even a tiny bit of peace. Poking your side, Tzuyu patiently waits for you to admit a bit more. 

“Come on, Y/N, you’ve gotta tell me a bit more now.”

Your best friend stands up, still impatiently waiting, heading towards the bag she’s brought with her. Pulling out an above average size wine bottle, she toddles back to her seat next to you. After opening it, the liquid meets the glasses you’ve prepared beforehand. 

“Give me the wine first–“ you demand, shooting a strict glare at her. “On my way, what do you think I’m doing here?” Tzuyu hands you the beverage and grabs the other glass for herself.

Not caring anymore about how tonight will end, since you’ve already decided to attend this shitty party at the local club, you gulp down the whole glass at once. The cold liquid meets your throat and with every little drop running towards your stomach, you feel your body heating up – quite opposite to the weather outside.

When you place the now empty object back onto the table, you notice Tzuyu’s big eyes flickering between the item and your face.

“Now I’m concerned, bestie,” she whispers, before taking a sip from her own drink. Wasting no time, she fills your glass to the brim again, waiting for your answer.

“You’ve gotta promise not to laugh at me. Because you know him.”

Her eyes threaten to fall out by now, face getting even closer to you in excitement.

“I promise. Come on, spill it already.”

You take another deep breath, closing your eyes before you speak.

“But it’s embarrassing. He’s my roommate.”

Tzuyu’s palms immediately find her mouth, preventing any squealing sound to escape her lips.

“It’s Chan.”

She wiggles her eyebrows in a half-seductive, half-joking way.

“Good choice. So are you both official already? When’s the wedding? Should I make an appointment at a bridal shop?”

When you don’t answer, your best friend immediately senses there’s something wrong.

“Y/N, it’s unrequited, isn’t it?”

You simply nod, glancing down onto the floor as your fingers start twirling the carpet underneath your feet.

“Is there a chance he likes you as well?”

There is no harm in her words, still, you’re nearly at the verge of tears again.

“N-No,” you speak with broken words, “we’re kinda in a friends with benefits situation and he would have made a move if he wanted too. It’s been too long.”

“I see. Is there a possibility to talk about it with him?”

You shrug your shoulders.

“Not really. It seems rather hopeless to me. Also, I'm not even sure if I am ready for anything serious. He’s way too important to me as a friend, you know?”

Tzuyu gives you a warm smile, the patting on your upper arm making you look up at her.

“It’ll work out when the time is right. Trust me, okay?”

☽

It’s been some time since you’ve felt this alive. Swinging your hips to the rhythm, you get lost in the sound of the music, the noise of the bass synchronising with the beat of your heart. The tunes of your favourite songs crawl up into your ears, making it so easy to forget your little and bigger troubles.

Tzuyu takes both your hands, joining you with her dance moves similar to your own. It’s good to be back. It’s good to be together with her again, your childhood best friend you still call your other half up until this day. Her face is filled with joy, a wide smile from ear to ear, telling she’s having as much fun as you are.

“We should get some drinks. They’re on me,” Tzuyu suggests, already guiding you towards the bar through the crowd of sweaty people accidentally bumping into each other.

“Of course, just like you’ve promised.” You add a wink to your sentence. She’s not able to see your expression and neither are you to witness her scoffing jokingly.

Once you’ve made it to the bartender, Tzuyu orders for the both of you, while you suddenly feel a stranger’s hand on your shoulder.

“It’s really you!” The voice screams through the loud room, getting a bit closer and you soon realise who it is.

“Yunho! Nice to see you, it has been ages.” You allow him to hug you – you swear he’s even taller compared to the last time you’ve met. “It really is. How are you? How’s it going?”

That’s when Tzuyu gets the beverages and turns around, instantly greeting your old friend as well. “We can sit down a bit, if you want. I’m here with Wooyoung. He should be over there.” Yunho points to the couch a bit far away from the bar, letting you know you’d have to make your way through the crowd again.

“Great idea!” Tzuyu decides for the both of you, already dragging you along with her as you both follow the tall boy. 

☽

“No no no no– it wasn’t like that. I didn’t exactly know he was our biology teacher's daughter, okay?”

Wooyoung lets his face fall into the palms of his hands. The embarrassment can be felt in the whole club.

“And two years younger than you–“ Yunho’s words cause his younger friend to let out a high pitched squeal, almost similar to a mouse being caught by a cat.

“So you’ve got a thing for the innocent daughter of your enemy teacher?” Tzuyu asks in between giggles.

“Dude– it’s been what? Three years? And you’re still calling me out on that?”

“Well then she’s finally over 18 now, right? Should give it another try– maybe she can teach you some anatomy.” The ongoing back and fourth of Wooyoung’s and Tzuyu’s bickering has always entertained you.

Still, there’s this odd feeling in your chest from earlier since you’ve had that talk about Chan with your best friend. Possibly, it’s just all the booze talking but you’re getting a bit emotional now – especially whilst talking about your love lives.

“What about Y/N? How’s the dating game going for you?” Wooyoung adds a smirk to his question, getting a scolding look from his older friend. 

“There isn’t really anything going on,” you mutter but your friends still catch your words. “No special one?” He asks again.

Gulping down the rest of your drink, you’re trying your best to avoid the unreadable glimpses. Yes, there is something going on. A lot, exactly. But not what you want, what your heart desires. The lack of intimation on a romantic level is eating you alive.

Also, the fact you haven’t really heard a lot from Chan the past couple of days makes it a lot harder. Sure, he’s currently visiting his family just like you, but he could have sent a message, right?

Except for this one greeting a few days ago on Christmas Eve. Which was obviously a message he just copy pasted and sent to all of his contacts. He’s been behaving weird lately and of course he’s not the only one to blame.

But the more you think about it, the less this feels like him acting truthfully to you. The more you think about it, the less you believe he wants this agreement to continue. The more you think about it, the more you believe he might have met someone. 

And the more you think about this part again, the more you believe it’s something serious.

“HELLO?! EARTH TO Y/N!” Tzuyu screams at you, both considering your short session of zoning out and the bass echoing through the room.

“Sorry, what was the question?” You clear your throat in an attempt to get rid of the weird atmosphere. 

“What’s their name?” Wooyoung asks, a mischievous smile decorating his face. “Who?” You reply.

“The person you’re in love with, stupid.”

“There’s no person–“

“Y/N, you don’t have to lie to your friends, it’s obvious.”

“Maybe she doesn’t want to talk about it,” Yunho says now, trying to change the topic.

“No, Yunho, it's alright,” you start, shifting a bit in your seat. The alcohol does wonders to your confidence, you’ve always been a person who tends to overshare when given the right amount of liquor and a fitting atmosphere.

“You’ll tell me I’m stupid though because he’s my friends with benefits.” Your confession makes them sigh out in pity, it’s at that moment you remember Wooyoung has experienced something similar – with a disastrous outcome.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart” – this nickname usually only leaves his lips when he really means it, indicating you’ve fucked up big times – “but I can tell you it’s a dead end. I bet he has been behaving differently lately, hasn’t he?”

It’s as if Wooyoung is able to read your mind, his new demeanour – no sign of even an ounce of bratiness left in his appearance – telling you he’s actually being serious now, done playing games to sugarcoat problems.

“Y/N, it seems like you’ve just moved apartments,” Wooyound continues, getting a bit closer to you as a comforting gesture, “since there’s a lot to unpack here.”

His joking words cause a smile to appear on your face, as he’s pulling you into a hug. 

You know you can trust your friends and they’re patiently waiting for you to start with the story.

☽

Saying you’re wasted would be an understatement. The combination of getting together with your three closest friends from your childhood and the cheap alcohol at the local club of your hometown has never been a good idea.

That’s why you’re standing in front of said venue now, struggling to light the cigarette that’s placed between your fingers.

Once you’ve successfully managed that overwhelming task, you take a deep drag from it, the nicotine filled smoke instantly being spread into your lungs. 

Obviously, this doesn’t help you with sobering up again and you soon find yourself scrolling through the contacts in your phones, dialling the number you’re looking for once you’ve found it.

“Hey, Y/N, how’s it going?”

Chan’s voice rings through the speaker.

“I’ve thought about us, Channie,” you start, swaying around as the floor under your feet seems to move on its own. Your drunk personality is glad about the fact your level of intoxication gets unnoticed by Chan. 

“You did?” He asks shyly, patiently waiting for a response.

“Hm, I did,” you say, taking another puff on your cigarette.

“I think it’s better if we end this thing between us, Channie.”

The blonde doesn’t know what’s making him more furious – the fact you’re cutting him off over the phone or the audacity you have to still call him by this nickname that always makes his stupid heart flutter.

“I– Are you sure about that?”

You hum under your breath.

“Yeah, definitely. It’s for the better.”

For a while he doesn’t say anything and you ask him if he’s still there.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m here,” he says, waiting a few more seconds before he continues.

“If that’s what you want, that’s okay. I’ll see you on New Year’s Eve then.”

Before you’re able to reply, he’s already hung up.

☽

If avoiding your (no longer) friend with benefits was an Olympic game, you would definitely stand on the victory podium now, waiting to get your medal covered in gold.

It’s been only a few hours since you came back to your shared apartment, both happy and uneasy to leave your hometown. The familiar comfort surely has helped you to escape your problems, mainly the situation with Chan. Still, you look forward to tonight’s New Year’s Eve party, already excited to see all your friends again.

Felix and Lisa had already been back at the place, when you entered the apartment. Since all three of you are still busy preparing drinks and food, you almost don’t notice Chan joining you in the kitchen. 

“I’ve bought some more drinks from the store,” he says as a way of greeting when he enters the room, placing the items on the round table. 

“There’s no time left, the first guests will arrive in less than ten minutes,” Lisa rushes, almost screaming her words out to no one in particular. The stress is already getting to her head again, making a great job in spreading the tensed atmosphere through the whole room.

“We’ve got this, don’t worry,” Felix reassures her, as he steps behind her and massages her shoulders so she feels at least a bit more comfortable. It does do wonders, you soon observe her facial expression relaxing.

A few moments later, the first guests arrive and in the blink of an eye, everyone has got their drinks as you gather all together on the big sofas and around the table. Vicky and Miyeon join you on some pillows on the floor, already joking around and appreciating you being back again.

A sudden ringing of the door bell awakens you from your daydreaming session, as you hastily blink a few times.

“Hongjoong, Seonghwa,” Lisa greets them, her loud voice echoing through the apartment. “Always on time.”

Her sarcastic comment makes you chuckle a bit, until you come to the realisation Seonghwa will probably continue his usual ‘hitting-on-Y/N-until- she-gets-annoyed’ ritual this evening. So you’re already standing up to get as far away from the front door as possible.

Until Hongjoong spots you and it would be unfair of you to avoid him since it’s not his fault his best friend doesn’t know how to behave.

“Y/N, long time no see,” he greets you and you waste no time pulling him into a warm hug. “How’s it going?” The common small talk continues, as you make sure to get him a starter drink for the night while refilling your own glass.

You’re so deeply occupied in him speaking of his time at home over the holidays, you nearly don’t notice an unfamiliar face is making its way towards you. The girl has long light brown hair, her choice of outfit rather simple, still you would be a liar if you didn’t admit she’s beautiful.

Getting your hopes up high, the idea of her being Seonghwa’s girlfriend starts bubbling up in your head. If that’s the case, tonight’s gonna be very chill since he probably won’t hit on you.

“Hey, I’m Macy,” she introduces herself, approaching you in the meantime. “Y/N, nice to meet you. You’re one of Seonghwa’s friends?”

The girl nods, a shy smile decorating her face. “Yes. Thanks for the invitation!” You return the generosity by handing her a drink and soon after she’s already on her way again to greet the other people.

“She seems nice,” you tell Hongjoong, who’s still standing beside you. 

“Oh, yeah. She’s a friend of mine as well. Oh– I introduced her to Chan a few weeks ago and– don’t tell him you’ve got this from me,” he gets a bit closer to you so he’s able to whisper into your ear, “but they’ve been on a date and she’s got a huge crush on him.”

A wink and a smirk follow his statement and you just awkwardly chuckle at his words. There’s really no time to respond to anything since Hongjoong gets taken away by Vicky. She’s wanted to talk to him for a while now.

They went on a date?

Hongjoong’s word don’t stop echoing through your head, no matter what you do or try to think about instead.

He went on a date with her?

You’re a fool after all. Wooyoung has been right after all and you’re glad now, he’s warned you.

Get over him.

The counter with all the snacks looks less busy at the moment, so you decide to go there, hoping to get some time to yourself. Ironic, considering you’re in the middle of a party.

Unfortunately for you, no other than Chan has had the same idea. Almost contemporaneously you meet him there, as you’re both now standing in front of the huge collection of food and drinks.

Unsure how to act, he gives you an uptight smile, reaching for some of the crisps in front of him.

“So– Macy,” you start speaking. Always an expert at making the most awkward conversations in the whole room. You curse yourself for that.

Still, you can’t help yourself. If your own feelings for Chan aren’t killing you, the growing curiosity will do it instead.

“We went on a date last week. When you were at home. The day after your call.”

Regret instantly starts rushing through your veins. The possibility you could have turned all of this around was within reach, but you’ve been at the wrong station when that train was leaving.

No, actually, you weren’t at the wrong station. Instead you were manipulating the train not to depart at all by throwing your emotional-avoidance-garbage onto the tracks.

“I mean. It was a casual thing after all, wasn’t it?”

That’s the only thing you can come up with now, Y/N?

“Right.”

Chan’s agreement leaves a bitter aftertaste but when Miyeon calls you from the other side of the room, making you snap your head in her direction, the blonde has already left when you turn back around.

☽

Ten.

The countdown finally starts, summoning the new year. At this point of the night, you’re all back together around the table in the living room, glasses of the cheapest champagne the store had to offer in everyone’s hands.

Nine, eight, seven.

Vicky’s telling a joke to Felix, his mouth instantly falling agape and you’re a bit sad you’ve missed what she said. She’s always making you laugh without any effort.

Six, five, four.

Seonghwa is looking your way again, as if he’s hoping to celebrate the first seconds of the new year with you. But luckily you don’t notice.

Three.

The air in the room is disastrous and for a moment you contemplate opening the window. You’re sure, the scent of all your idiotic friends smoking inside the kitchen will be glued to the furniture for a few days.

Two.

The amount of bubbles in your beverage is already decreasing, telling you this is in fact a fucking cheap champagne, but there’s no going back now anyway.

One.

Fireworks outside start shooting high up to the stars, melting into one with them when they meet their destination.

Happy New Year.

Everyone is already cheering around in the kitchen, embracing each other as the clinking sound of the glasses echoes through the small room.

Vicky is the first one to pull you into a hug and soon everyone is speaking at the same time, noises and noises flooding into your ears.

It’s a moment of happiness, a moment of feeling welcomed. 

But then you see the last thing you’ve ever needed to see.

Her lips on his.

Macy’s lips on Chan’s.

That stupid girls’ lips on your best friend you’re secretly in love with.

Stupid Macy’s lips on Channie’s.

Your Channie.

With the way his back is only visible for you, you can’t figure out if he’s returning her actions. But the lack of resistance tells you enough.

And when a few of your friends start cheering when they notice them both kissing, you can’t fight it anymore. The tears are practically waiting on your lash lines for their kickoff, ready to start running down your cheeks.

“Oh, I’m from now on the biggest Chacy shipper– these two would make the absolute perfect couple.” Hongjoong’s words cause a stinging ache in your heart, a thousand tiny needles pricking into your stomach.

Happy new fucking year.

In the blink of an eye, you’ve made your way out of the centre of the party, heading to the bathroom to get inside. Instantly sinking down to the floor, the tears finally burst free, sprinting down your face one after another.

Your breath hitches, then you inhale deeply, just for the air to get stuck on its way down to your lungs. The anxiety has found its home in your body, by now threatening to rule over it.

The last remaining piece of control has successfully abandoned you, the hateful thoughts fully dominating your mind. Just like a vicious spiral, as you’re mentally at the same position like your mental state – on the floor.

Knock knock.

The noise startles you, your whole body visibly shrugging for a second when your ears recognise the sound.

There’s only one person who could be outside of the bathroom now, trying to talk to you.

“Chan leave me the fuck alone. I don’t wanna see you right now.” The bathroom continues to be filled with your sobs, the muffled noises echoing through it.

“Are you okay?” A familiar voice asks, who turns out to clearly not be your roommate.

Slowly approaching the door, you open it and look straight into Minho’s eyes – the person you’ve last expected to be here if you’re honest.

“Jesus Christ. You look like fucking shit,” he blurts out, not even trying to mince his words, as he speaks as direct as he always does.

“Thank you, I wouldn’t have noticed without your kind help,” you sarcastically reply, rolling your eyes in disbelief after squeezing them shut.

“Be thankful I’m even looking after you.” Wow. Now he’s gaslighting you? No wonder you’ve never liked this dude. The way how highly he’s thinking of himself lets shivers run down your spine.

“Don’t worry, I can take care of myself,” you say, before you pass him, making sure to push him with your shoulder once you get closer. Just a simple sign of disapproval, nothing more.

And if your ears weren’t ringing from all the crying and noisy music, you would have noticed the tiny chuckle leaving Minho’s lips and a mumbled ‘unbelievable’ after it.

Walking through the corridor, you enter the kitchen again while the suffocating scent of alcohol and cigarettes lingers in the air. Making your way through the crowds of people, you suddenly notice Seonghwa staring at you again, even suggestively waving in your direction.

That’s all you need in order to escape his glances yet another time, since you’re definitely not in the mood for any of his overtures right now.

But let’s be honest. You never are when it comes to this guy.

The only difference that separates him from Minho is Seonghwa’s intrusive behaviour when it comes to flirting with you.

Sure, you’re always up to a little not so innocent conversation, as long as it stays that way and neither of the parties disrespect the others’ boundaries. He doesn’t necessarily do anything creepy or over the top, but the way he has with words – or rather doesn’t have – makes goosebumps erupt all over your skin. Not the good kind of way.

In conclusion, Minho is nothing like that. Sure, he can be annoying too and ask seductive questions, but neither of the few conversations the both of you had ended in total cringe. To be more precise, you’d be lying if you haven’t caught yourself daydreaming about the things he says occasionally when the timing is fitting.

So if you’re thinking about it, Minho would be a way better choice to get back at–

Wait, what?

No, no, no, no, no. We’re not doing that, Y/N, you tell yourself, trying to get at least one logical thought inside your brain again. Your mind visibly got way too foggy from all the crying.

Definitely the crying and not the thoughts of Minho’s hands roaming all over your body and telling you–

Stop. Now.

Think about something else–

Ah. Yes. Alcohol.

You make your way up to the kitchen counter, already grabbing a clean glass from the upper cabinet, when someone is intercepting you.

“You fancy a drink?”

The evil smirk is decorating Minho’s face again, his body closer than normal caused by the lack of space in the kitchen.

“What do you want now, Minho?”

“Oh, you know, the usual things. Make you a drink, if you insist of course, talk a bit, flirt a bit, you underneath me, screaming my name while you struggle not to cum yet.”

You’re glad about the fact you haven’t started drinking yet, his words would have definitely caused you to spill out whatever beverage.

And Minho enjoys it. He enjoys the way you can’t hide your shyness about what he wishes to do to you. You’d blame it on the alcohol, but the fact you haven’t had a drink for some time rejects this thesis.

As if he’s able to read your mind and not only control it with his sinful words, Minho grabs the glass and fills a good amount of rum into it. You’re trying to concentrate on how the liquid splashes into the object, holding onto any logical thought able to cross your brain.

He then fills the remaining space with diet coke after putting in some ice cubes. Since he’s still busy drinking the rest of his beer, Minho doesn’t need anything else at this moment. Of course, except for your attention.

“Cheers. To a great year.”

He says, before bringing his glass to yours, the clinking sound echoing through the room. Minho makes sure to keep his eyes fixated on yours and the other way around.

“To a great year,” you say before taking a sip from the poisonous liquid, already sensing he's been very generous with the amount of alcohol he’s added.

Not even half an hour into said new year, the already awakening twists within the plot you call your love life let you question every decision you’ve made with Chan before. Sure, a few flirtatious gestures from a guy of your friend group you actually barely know won’t subside your feelings for your roommate. But there’s no harm in a little distraction, right?

Also, the way his shirt is clinging onto Minho’s firm chest makes you want to see more. 

Your fingers land on his forearm now, innocently caressing his soft skin, your gaze attached to them. 

“Trying to get my attention now, doll?”

Continuing your acting, your eyes find his own now. Minho doesn’t hesitate either, quickly leaning forward until his lips almost touch your earlobe and for a second you think he might start kissing you.

You don’t even care where his lips touch your skin, neck, cheeks, lips, chest– everything would be fine and you would allow him.

But it’s not the right time for that yet, at least that’s what Minho decides, when he quietly starts whispering, the words slipping out of his mouth so easily.

“Stop playing innocent, I know exactly what’s going on in this pretty but distracted little head of yours.”

Your heart skips a beat. Or two. Or maybe even more. You’re still blaming it on the alcohol, the heat and thunderous desire he creates between the both of you, every syllable falling from his mouth shoots sparkles through your veins.

“No idea what you’re talking about,” you reply, looking at him with big doll-like eyes just to fit right into how he views you.

In the corner of your eyes, you witness your roommate again, suspiciously close to his new lover. One of his hands on her hips, the other one holding a drink. In your mind, you're praying for him to notice you but he just doesn’t seem to even catch a glimpse into your direction.

Nothing at all.

It’s as if you don’t exist and his eyes only crave to have that girl in their vision.

“I know you’re trying to make Chan jealous, but I can play right into your fantasy if you want me to, doll,” Minho tells you with a wink. His sudden confession makes your head snap back and you’re slightly embarrassed now he has noticed it.

“How do you–“ you start, not quite believing he must have really witnessed the tension between your roommate and you. Was it really that obvious? You’re starting to fall into a spiral of second-guessing yourself here.

“Even a blind person would see, darling. Neither of you do a good job in hiding it. So, I’ll stand by my offer. Unless you want to continue pathetically thinking about him, then I’m out. If you’re with me, your whole attention belongs to me, alright?”

The way he just casually uses in all these nicknames, throwing even the last remaining pieces of innocence out the window, leaves you breathless.

You’re in a constant flickering between hoping your roommate may decide to look at you, even if it’s just for a second, or this incredibly hot frenemy of yours to turn the filthiest of your fantasies into reality.

And Minho hasn’t even done anything yet. He hasn’t kissed you. He hasn’t touched you.

He’s already got you right where he wants you just by his words.

And you’re desperate. You’re desperate for touch, hoping to get over Chan by getting under Minho.

But you’re also desperate to feel something real instead of this ongoing back and forth of not admitting any feelings that are painfully obvious right there to each other. You’re not sure yet if Minho can give your heart everything it desires – if you’re honest you doubt he can give you anything involving any emotion except for lust but you’ve stopped caring.

That’s why you can’t help but nod, your eyes fixated on Minho’s own which are filled with pure hunger and evil.

“Consent, doll. I need you to tell me with words that you’re okay with being ruined by me.”

There’s no doubt respect has always been the one thing that has turned you on the most. It’s clear that the anticipation is surely killing you by now and you want the picture of his piercing gaze tattooed on your brain, so you will be able to see it again in front of your inner eyes whenever you like.

“Let’s go to my bedroom.”

Minho lets out a small chuckle, tilting his head to the side while his fingers brush your collarbones again before they catch a strand of your hair to play with.

“Needy, are we?”

Lee Minho, you will be the death of me, you think to yourself. 

By now you’re convinced there’s nothing but full desire flowing through your veins and you’re unable to believe how much of an impact he has on you when nothing has even started yet.

That’s even a new level of eagerness for you, if you’re honest.

“Shut up before I change my mind.”

You take his hand to guide him through the crowds of people, as Minho obediently follows suit. Because of the fact you’re walking in front of him, you’re not able to witness the mischievous smirk that’s plastered all over his face.

Before stepping out of the kitchen, you steal a last glance into Chan’s and the girl’s direction but they’re both so occupied in their conversation, he doesn’t notice you leaving to your bedroom with his friend.

To be fair, a tiny part of you wishes for him to see you. After all, Minho officiates as tonight’s rebound. It’s even what he’s offered. So what’s the point of revenge sex, if you can’t get back at the person who’s caused all your anger?

But there’s no time to rethink the decision once you enter your bedroom and he shuts the door behind you. Minho catches you between it and his body, pinning you against the wooden material. He keeps his dark eyes glued onto your face, causing your cheeks to heat up.

Just like a hunter aiming for their target.

Minho is the predator.

And you’re his long awaited prey.

That’s the last somewhat logical thought that crosses your mind, but it’s swept away in the blink of an eye when his lips capture yours for the first time. 

He doesn’t bother starting at a slow pace, instead goes all in from the beginning. He’s waited long enough and now he’s finally gathered up that necessary courage to push through, have you all to himself.

Chan’s loss, if he doesn’t know how to take care of her, Minho thinks to himself, while his lips are dancing with your own, his tongue slipping inside to explore your mouth.

As if you’re under a spell, you allow him to do what he wants. You don’t even bother his hands finding their way onto your hips, roughly gripping the soft flesh through your jeans.

Quicker than you’re able to realise, he’s already gotten rid of the belt attached to your trousers. His hand wanders inside, slowly pushing the soaked fabric of your panties aside and you feel Minho chuckle against your mouth.

Precum being smeared over your already wet folds, two of his fingers instantly find your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Look at you, practically dripping, just for me, pretty.”

Lips now busy on your neck, he creates a purple pattern of his own personal signature on your skin. His fingers expertly slide into your heat, effortlessly stretching out your walls, as his thumb keeps drawing circles on your clit.

It’s unbelievable how his touches affect you, as you feel yourself getting lost in the unbearable pleasure.

“Just like that, such a good girl, getting ready for all the things I’ve got planned with you,” he whispers in your ear, once he’s let go of your neck for a second. You simply whimper at his words, satisfaction taking over your whole body and brain.

Without realising it – who would’ve told him – Minho does the one thing, that’s causing everything to take the wrong turn, when he captures your lips with his, kissing you again. Even though some minutes ago, his kisses were all you could think about, now that you’re so intimate it causes uninvited thoughts to appear again.

It’s just kissing, you tell yourself, still it evokes the pictures from back in the kitchen again.

But every time you close your eyes, you see Chan in front of you. It’s pointless to try pushing these thoughts aside, they’re only getting worse by now once they evolve into something worse – not Chan kissing you, but kissing Macy instead.

It’s like you’ve been for breakfast at the heartbreak hotel and the waitress was miserable just like your food. The waitress being Chan here, the food clearly an allegory for his new flame since he’s served their fresh love like a three course meal right in front of all the guests.

The ingredients he’s put into have definitely caused a bitter aftertaste in your mouth, almost to a degree that makes you want to get a test done for possible allergies considering the harsh reactions your body shows. The repetition of the picture inside your head, his lips on hers, makes your stomach turn. 

Panic starts running through your veins, once you realise you can’t push those thoughts aside, particularly with Minho’s digits inside you.

That’s why you don’t hesitate to grab his wrist, guiding his hand out of your jeans. For a moment he doesn’t say anything, clearly at a loss for words.

“Are you okay?”

His question is quiet, still the sound finds its way into your ears, making you nod as a non-verbal reply. Tears are stinging on your lower lash line and Minho is fast to notice, placing his hands on his hips in disbelief.

“Clearly you’re not. Have I done something wrong? Do you need anything?”

It’s not even connected to experiencing discomfort, still, your brain sometimes manages to give the familiar strong reactions of silence and the frozen state when being intimate with a person and the sudden urge to stop crashes in. There isn’t anything Minho did that was uncomfortable, the sole reason for you zoning out again is that you can’t get a different face out of your head.

“Y/N, what’s going on?” He asks another time, softly grabbing your face now to make you look at him.

“Maybe we can sit down for a second?” You quietly pose the question. “Of course.”

He is leading you towards your bed, carefully helping you to sit down as if you’re made of glass and he’s afraid to break you into a thousand tiny pieces, just like your shattered heart.

Once you feel your thoughts being back to reality again, you take a deep breath before you speak.

“I think this was a bad idea. I can’t stop thinking about him, I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t you ever apologise for that, okay?” He tells you, his voice coming off stricter than he would have liked. Scaring you off is the last thing he wants now or would ever want, so he adds another few words, “I mean like in general. No matter what’s the reason, okay?”

He’s not doing it on purpose, pushing all the buttons that make you feel a bit more secure around him. But the idea that you could possibly talk to him about your traumatic experience from a few years ago once the situation is given, creates a green plus above your heads, the friendship bar of your relationship level increasing.

So you nod, giving him a thankful smile.

“You want some advice, pretty?”

“I’m not sure if you’re the right person for that, if I’m honest.”

He chuckles about the remark, a sign for you he agrees with your statement, even though he knows it’s not positive in the slightest.

“Yeah, no judgement about that. You know, I really meant what I said back in the bathroom.”

“Me looking like shit? Go fuck yourself then, Lee Minho.”

The brown haired rolls his eyes in annoyance, lips parting before he lets out a loud scoff.

“No, stupid. I mean, that I’m looking after you. I may seem intriguing but you can always talk to me about everything. We might be more similar than you think.”

Yeah, sure.

“How would you know? This is the longest conversation we’ve ever had.”

Fair point.

“Give me one chance tonight and I’ll prove to you, we’ll get along. If you’re not convinced I’ll leave you alone after it.”

Do you really have a choice here? The only two other options would be to either stay here alone and continue crying until you fall asleep from exhaustion or to get back into the crowd, probably experiencing another attack of tears streaming down your face once you see Chan and her.

“Alright.”

Right decision. Or at least so it seems.

“I’m gonna get some more drinks, if you want me too,” he says but his sentence sounds more like a question mark is attached at the end of it.

“Oh– no need for me to be honest. Unless you want some.” He shakes his head and turns his body around, so he’s facing you.

“So… what do you like to do?” He awkwardly begins, cringing at his own words.

“You know, that’s the worst thing you can ask a person. Whenever someone starts a conversation with this question, I forget my whole personality. My mind instantly goes blank.”

“Okay, okay. Sorry. Maybe you should start then.” 

“So, there’s nothing I hate more than small talk. Are you in for deep talks instead, Lee Minho?”

“Thank God. I can stop pretending now. I hate nothing more than small talk as well. I was gonna ask you if you like weather next.”

His confession causes a soft smile to erupt on your face, the weird tension slowly fading away. It’s at this moment you see a non-visible light bulb above his head, indicating he’s got an idea.

“What would you do if you won the lottery?”

“Depends on the amount of money.”

“A lot of money.”

You take a deep breath before answering, still contemplating how to put your thoughts into words. 

“Probably panic because I don’t know how to deal with financial situations in general. Maybe get this family sushi plate from the tiny Japanese restaurant downtown near the river and eat the whole meal by myself.”

“That sounds fucking sad.”

You scoff at his response, by now not even trying to hide your reaction. 

“I’ve told you– I am not acting responsible when it comes to money so it’s better for the sake of humanity to not give me too much in the first place. Even though I think most people would go insane with such an amount. So I’d probably give some of it to my mum and step dad and donate the rest of it for education or something.”

Minho nods at your response, shuffling around a bit on the bed. 

“Alright. That makes sense. You’re next asking a question.”

What’s something you’ve always wanted to know about Minho? Minho, the tsundere character of the Netflix show you call your friend group. Is there a possibility he’s just acting like that? He probably is, considering the fact he’s admitted to listen to and care for you.

Unless this was just part of his plan to help your jeans find their way to the carpet of your bedroom. 

But there must be at least something even Minho is afraid of, right?

“Let me think,” you try to gather your thoughts, “do you have any phobias?”

“I’m afraid of heights.” He pauses in order to think. ”And water.”

He’s quick to admit, leaving you a bit speechless since you haven’t expected him to blurt out a response that fast.

And Minho senses it. He senses it by the way you’re looking at him, not even realising your mouth is slightly agape.

“Surprised a guy like me is afraid of stuff?”

“A guy like you?”

What is that supposed to mean? Well, you do know what he means, still you’d like to hear his personal explanation. You’re dying to find out how he sees himself since Minho barely shares any private stuff.

“You know, always looking as if everyone annoys him, unreadable emotions. Sometimes being called mean because people don’t realise they’re crossing a line.”

Minho is in fact way more vulnerable than he seems and you wonder again if it’s the alcohol he’s had over the evening or just the fact he feels so comfortable around you for no explainable reason that’s making him confess all these thoughts.

“Do you think of yourself that way, too?” You ask him.

“It’s my turn first with another question, doll. A little more patience, please.”

You roll your eyes, knowing he’s just avoiding responding to your curiosity. Still, you decide to obey the rules since it’s the only chance to find out more about him.

“What’s the nicest compliment you’ve ever gotten?”

His question surprises you a bit, since you haven’t expected him to come up with something like that.

“Hm, let me think,” you start, trying to save some time, “ah– I’ve got something! My childhood best friend, her name is Tzuyu. We’re both still very close and tell each other everything. She’s been through a hard time some months ago and very frustrated, didn’t know what to do.”

Minho nods at your monologue, telling you he’s attentively listening and showing his actual interest in your story.

“But since I was very busy at that time, she was unsure if she should reach out to me, you know? Even though I’ve always told her I’m there for her – no matter what. Instead, Tzuyu confessed when she was at her lowest, she just asked herself ‘what would Y/N do’ and acted upon that. So, that’s the best compliment I’ve gotten. That I’m good at giving advice. It meant a lot to me and still does.”

The boy in front of you warmly smiles at your words, the stars in your eyes while telling your story are making him feel some type of way he doesn’t want to deal with right now.

He’s driving off with his thoughts soon, almost to the point of zoning out but you’re fast to realise, as you hastily clap your hands.

“You know the question, Lee Minho.” You take your chance now, a mischievous smirk plastered all over your face.

“How do I think about myself? I’m quite confident, that’s not up for consideration. However, I do have a hard time showing people how I really feel, you know?”

Oh, yes, you definitely know how that feels.

“I’d like to work a bit more on that, if I’m honest. Let’s see what the new year offers. I’m tired of running out of given chances just because people think I’m mean. I do make a lot of jokes and teasing whenever I feel insecure, so that’s what I will start working on.”

“I like your jokes. You’re funny. It’s the other people’s problem if they don’t get your humour.”

Minho smiles at your compliment.

“It’s my turn again,” he abruptly says once his emotions are getting to his head again and he realises he can’t deal with them.

“What’s your next question, Lee Minho?” You tease him by calling him by his full name again.

“What’s a situation you would like to forget, if there was the possibility?”

Your breath instantly hitches, chest tightening as an idea immediately pops up in your head. 

He’s not doing it on purpose, pushing all the buttons that make you feel a bit less secure around him, around anybody. But then the idea from earlier comes back to your mind again. Maybe now is a good time to tell him. You’re on the right track to become friends, so what’s stopping you?

“You really wanna know? I don’t want to kill the mood,” you warn him and his shoulders quickly fall down.

“You could never ruin anything. I was the one asking, whatever it is, I’m okay. Of course, as long as you want to share it.”

You hesitantly nod. 

“I’ve had some bad experiences back in high school, traumatic to be specific, that still haunt me until this day.” 

Minho’s gaze is fixated on your face, searching for any signs of discomfort. “Do you want to elaborate on that?”

“My boyfriend back then has crossed some lines while being intimate. You know, pressuring me into stuff I wasn’t sure about and once clearly overhearing me telling him to stop.”

He instantly closes his eyes, as he feels his heart shatter into a thousand pieces.

“Y/N– I’m so sorry that happened to you. I can’t imagine how that felt– how you must feel up until today.”

Your whole body softens once his words leave his lips, the comfort growing again.

“I’m alright. Really, don’t worry. I’ve been to therapy because of that and we’ve talked a lot about those incidents. Just from time to time I get little flashbacks, but when I’m safe with the other person, there’s nothing to stress about.”

Minho considers getting a bit closer to you after he’s nodded at your explanation. When there’s no sign of hesitation, he moves nearer.

“I know the chances are close to zero but I’d still like to agree on a word, just in case. Doesn’t even have to be for possible or not so possible sexual encounters. I just want you to feel comfortable around me all the time.”

“Thanks for being considerate. Well– Chan and I had always used the word ‘red’ but at this point I’m afraid it’ll make me think of him.”

“Yeah we wouldn’t want that, darling, would we?”

You don’t mind him slightly flirting with you. Actually, you’re feeling quite comfortable around him. Probably as comfortable as you’ve never felt before around someone you haven’t talked with up until such an occasion. 

“How about Soonie?”

“Excuse me?” You ask, not quite catching what he’s said.

“It’s my cat’s name. Well, one of them. Doongie or Dori would be fine as well.”

You slightly nod at his idea, finding it rather cute if you’re completely honest.

Minho has cats? Three of them? You’ve always expected him to be a cat person but never thought about three of those little fur balls running around in his apartment.

Somehow, this new information makes him a bit more likeable. But only a little bit. You would never admit he’s quite pleasant to be around.

Nevertheless, it helps you feel safe around him. You’re sure he’s a person to trust.

“Okay. That’s a good choice.”

Minho softly caresses your lower back, warmly smiling at you. 

“If you ever wanna talk about the topic again, don’t hesitate to reach out to me, okay? I can’t feel what you must have felt but I can be there for you and listen.”

You thankfully nod at him and a few minutes of comforting silence pass by, neither of you do anything except for Minho still stroking your back.

Suddenly, he grabs his phone out of his jeans pocket, unlocking the device to open an app. “The last bus in the direction of my apartment leaves in like fifteen minutes. I could still catch that one.”

You shuffle around a bit on the bed, the mattress moving under your weight. It’s a bit abrupt, his actions, though you understand he must be tired. It’s been a long night after all and even though he’s got a day off tomorrow, starting the new year on a low level, you’re sure he’d like the comfort of his own bed more.

Also, it would be weird asking him to stay just for sleeping, wouldn’t it?

“Unless you want me to stay,” he unexpectedly whispers and his voice is so quiet, you can barely hear him. Minho is sure, he’s murmured his words because of his still ongoing insecurity, not wanting to cross any lines of yours.

“Yes, of course. You can always stay here.” Your sentence comes off a bit too eager for your liking, hoping he doesn’t take it the wrong way. After all the good and deep talks the both of you have shared over the past few hours, you feel way more comfortable getting to know him first. You’re sure this could be the beginning of a meaningful friendship.

If anyone had told you this last year some hours ago, there’s no chance you would have believed them. It’s like the world has done a one hundred and eighty degrees turn, the sun is now the moon, the sky functions as the ocean and you’re thankful to live in this upside down universe. 

“Thank you. If you give me some blankets, I can sleep on the floor,” Minho says and you sheeply chuckle at his response. He’s so… respectful? You’re sure he’s considering every tiny detail so his sentences don’t come off as any type of weird.

“Stop with the joking now, there’s enough space on the bed.”

A warm smile erupts on his face, cheeks blushing like the colour of strawberries and he simply nods and mumbles a quiet ‘thank you’, before he gets up to head to the bathroom.

When you’re both ready to go to bed, your new friend is still a bit hesitant but once he spots the second blanket on your bed, a weight finally falls off his shoulders. It would have been weird for him to be even closer to you, even though he would like it.

“Good night, Minho.”

He clears his throat before answering.

“Good night, Y/N.”

But your eyes shoot open again, once you remember something. “You know, whatever you’re dreaming will come true.”

“Why is that?” Minho asks, unsure what you’re referring to.

“There’s a superstition that sleeping in a bed for the first time will cause whatever dream to turn into reality,” you explain right before you doze off into sleep.

Minho wishes to dream about you that night.

☽

The sunbeams are making their way to your closed eyes, waking you up with a pulsating headache. Mixing up different types of alcohol has never been a good idea, you’ve learnt this from your teenage years. Still, you tend to repeat those mistakes up until this day from time to time.

“Shit,” you groan under your breath, getting a bit startled when you hear a chuckle.

“Got a headache?” Minho asks you, already awake and sitting right beside you. You simply nod, only to realise even such a small movement makes your whole body spin around.

“It’s usually like that, it should be gone once I’ve had a glass of water and some food,” you tell him, so he doesn’t worry about it. “How did you sleep?”

“Fine. Not long enough, but I could get a little rest. Thanks for letting me stay here,” he replies.

“Sure, no need to thank me for that.”

You both smile at each other for a few seconds, until Minho speaks again, “Do you need anything?”

Shaking your head, you position yourself on your forearms, lower back still laying on the mattress. “It’s fine, don’t worry about me, really. I’m gonna go to the kitchen and get some water.”

“Alright, fine. If that’s the case– I really should get going.” Minho’s voice is still filled with sleepiness, the tousled hair doing no good job in hiding his tiredness but the warm smile decorating his face somehow helps a bit. 

“Do you need any towels? You wanna go to the bathroom?”

“Are you telling me I smell bad, Y/L/N?” He asks, adding a questioning look by raising one of his eyebrows.

“No, Lee Minho, I am not. I’m just trying to be friendly by offering to make you feel welcome in my apartment.”

He chuckles at your response, finding it a bit cute you’re yet again not understanding his playful nature, still putting too much weight in his words. It’s entertaining for him, though. That’s why he catches up on it.

“So sorry, I’m not used to you being so kind, not scratching out my eyes for once.”

When he pulls up the corner of his mouth, you finally realise he’s just joking with you. Grabbing the pillow that’s still laying beside you, you aim it into his direction and with little to no effort it lands directly in his face.

“You still need to practice on your defensive skills, you know,” you tease him now. He doesn’t reply to that, instead simply grabbing his stuff to head towards the bathroom.

In the meantime, you're busy with changing your clothes as well, even though it doesn’t really matter – the transition from your pajamas into another comfy outfit consisting of sweatpants and a big shirt is rather useless. Still, it helps you to feel as if you’re somewhat getting ready for the day which will consist of nothing more than staying at home.

With no further consideration, you make your way to the kitchen, both Felix’s and Lisa’s doors still fully closed, indicating they must be sleeping. Reaching your destination, you halt in place for a second once you spot your other roommate. The blonde curls are hiding his face again, telling you he must have gotten up a few minutes ago as well.

Chan doesn’t notice you, way too occupied in making himself some breakfast and the blaring sound of the kettle causing him to miss that you’re stepping into the room. For some moments you contemplate leaving the kitchen again, not wanting to deal with his presence. But you’re not the one to decide that, your dry throat is already begging for water, thirsty from all the alcohol you’ve had the night before.

And when Chan turns around, spotting you standing not far from the doorframe, there’s no choice left anyway. Another half a minute passes by until either of you moves again, you’re really just standing there, staring at each other.

“Good morning,” Chan makes the first move before he gets back to cooking his meal. “Good morning.”

Trying to play it cool, you stride towards the sink, grabbing a clean glass from the upper counter. Focusing on the current task, you observe the water filling the item you’re holding.

“Can I get one, too?” Minho asks, entering the kitchen as well. He looks a little less tired now, his tamed hair and a washed face helping him with that. “Sure,” you mumble as you follow his request.

Chan’s piercing gaze from beside you is practically shooting through your head and you’re now just realising what he must be thinking.

You went to your bedroom with his friend.

You let his friend stay the night there.

But who is he to judge? He kissed that girl right in front of all the guests, after you had told him it wasn’t anything serious.

How dare he?

How dare he not read your mind, right?

“Morning, Chan,” Minho greets your roommate, not missing any chance to tease the elder, as he walks towards you, innocently patting your shoulder as a sign of thankfulness when he grabs the water. The smirk appearing on Minho’s face doesn't go unnoticed either, still, your roommate doesn’t pay any visible attention to it.

“You’re gonna go to the gym today?” The brown haired tries to start another conversation. “Don’t know,” is all the other boy says, eyes fixated on the sizzling pan in front of him.

That’s when Minho gives up, rolling his eyes in front of you as a sign of annoyance. There’s no reason for him to be mad at his younger friend and Chan knows that, still he’s having a hard time hiding his jealousy and not really doing a great job at it either.

Just the idea of you laying under him, screaming his name instead of Chan’s lets shiver run down his spine, the sudden urge to scream at everyone grows with each second.

He’s already getting afraid of seeing Minho touch you again, just like he did with the little shoulder pat some minutes ago. All the possibilities are running through his mind now, the panic of witnessing him kiss you on your cheek, on your forehead or on your mouth growing each second.

But once Minho says goodbye to you, only sheeply waving in your direction since neither of you like hugs that much, Chan feels quite relieved. At least he’s not doomed to see any physical interactions between the both of you, the imagination of what has happened last night is enough to haunt him for the next few days.

A few minutes pass by, you’ve managed to grab yourself some cereal, currently filling the bowl with the remaining milk this household has got. The atmosphere is tense and for a second you contemplate leaving the kitchen and eating in peace in your bedroom instead, but this would make everything worse and simply awkward.

You can’t escape Chan anymore, after all you both are still living together.

Maybe I should move apartments, your mind is babbling to itself. 

Maybe I should flee the country and change my identity.

I’ve always wanted to do research on penguins and Antarctica isn’t that cold in January, right?

“You okay?” Chan’s words break into your thought process.

“I’m fine, just the usual headache, don’t worry.”

It’s clear, he’s talking about you zoning out again, he’s witnessed it many times before. So it’s not unusual for your roommate to make sure you’re fine, in case there are unpleasant thoughts torturing you.

Of course, there are. You don’t even know what to focus on, since every thought brings you back to Chan and the whole thing with Macy and the general situation you are in.

It’s been too much. Too much stuff going on over the past few weeks, the New Year’s Eve with their kisses being the cherry on top of the iceberg, since there’s still so much to unpack. On one hand, there are the obvious troubles tormenting your everyday life but on the other hand, the worst part are all the unspoken words.

But you’re convinced you’ve lost the chance now. Actually, you’ve lost it twice. The first time being the kiss between Chan and the new girl, the second time being when you went to your room with Minho.

“So, Macy is still asleep?” You decide to ask him now, there’s no point in hiding anymore.

“Oh, she didn’t stay overnight. Actually, nothing has really happened between the both of us yet, except for the kiss last night.”

Chan’s not sure why he’s telling you all that, possibly as a way of getting back at you for leading Minho to your room last night. Still, the blonde refrains from asking you what’s going on between you and him. He’s not ready for that – emotionally.

The silence fills the room again, you both continue with your breakfast, unsure what to say to the other one.

“Oh, I didn’t have a proper chance to tell you but I wish you a happy new year,” Chan carries on with a somewhat conversation.

“Happy new year, Chan.”

How’s that famous sentence again? New year, new me?

Well, rather new year, new Chan.

There’s no way your heart will survive calling him Channie anymore.

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➾ warnings: blowjob, mentions of cum, lab equipment (not in the way u imagine), jungkook being an idiot, humiliation (also not in the way u imagine)

➾ summary: biology lab takes an entirely different spin when you find something unexpected in your cheek cell sample. 

➾a/n: follow up drabble that takes place after instant gratification, but it functions as a standalone too!! i am not a scientist whatsoever, and i have no idea if this is even possible or not, but this was just 100% crack so i hope u guys enjoy!!!

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teeth. ☆ j.jk

⋆ TAGS — ghostface!jk, breaking in, TW: non-con to dub-con (oc does NOT consent verbally even if she does participate hence the dub-con), brief knife play, cunnilingus, degradation, misogyny(?), objectification, blow jobs, brief face/skull fucking, fuckin in the woods, unprotected sex, nasty talk by jk, possessive!jk, hints of kidnapping/captivity, fear play, facial, jk is lowkey yandere, iconic what’s your favorite scary movie scene but my style, DEAD DOVE, slight praises, ass n coochie worship cause jk is a ass man certified LMAO, cheerleader!oc, college setting

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“Color me your color, baby, color me your car, color me your color, darling, I know who you are,”

The music blared loudly, you hummed under your breath while lining over your lips with a dark lip pencil. The hour was getting closer and you realized you had to speed things up if you wanted to meet with your friends on time (you had been stuck in your cheer uniform ALL DAY). You moved around your room quickly while tossing articles of clothing onto your bed, no outfit in particular on your mind.

You uncapped the red lipstick and ran it over your lips slowly, filling in the blank spaces and blending the two colors to perfection. You decided a white long sleeve tucked into your mini jean skirt would serve as a perfect combo. If you were lucky, maybe that cute college senior Kim Seokjin would give you his jacket to wear. The idea has you smiling like a dummy.

Before you can slip out of your skirt the phone downstairs begins ringing loudly. You could have very well ignored it but you don’t feel like listening to your parents nag at you for not picking up the phone if it happens to be them. “Ugh, seriously.” You mutter and quickly run downstairs to the kitchen.

“Hello?” You softly sigh while twirling a piece of your hair around your finger.

“Hello,” some guy’s deep voice greets you, he says nothing else and you tilt your head in confusion muttering a soft ‘yes?’. “Who is this?”

Immediately you frown in confusion and balance the phone between your ear and shoulder, “Who are you trying to reach?” You pop a piece of chicken from your mom’s leftover casserole into your mouth.

“What number is this?”

“Uhh..what number are you trying to reach?”

“I don’t know.”

You hold back a deep sigh and check the time behind you on the clock, you really don’t have patience for this nonsense. Especially for some weirdo who’s either prank calling or just doesn’t know how to work a phone. “Then you have the wrong number,” you eat another piece of casserole, “it happens, take it easy though.” You hang up quickly before he can utter another word to you.

You had just set the phone down when it began to ring all over again, “Ugh…hello?” You stare at the decorative ceiling in annoyance, “Hello?” You say loudly when the other person doesn’t say anything for a few seconds.

“Why don’t you wanna talk to me? Just wanted to apologize, ‘s all.” He says with a teasing lilt, but it sounds more condescending than anything, “Just wanna..get to know you.”

You ignore the nasty little shiver you get down your spine when he talks to you like that, a deeper part of you is literally drooling over how this guy’s voice sounds but too bad he’s a weirdo though.. Your gut twists uncomfortably as your eyes dart to the side to look out the patio doors. “Okay..well you’re forgiven now, bye.” You go to hang up.

“Wait–if you tell me your name I’ll tell you mine.”

You can’t help your scoff, “Yeah, right. I don’t think so, why the hell would I give you my name? You sound like a total creep right now, you know that?” You huff and open your fridge up for a drink, “Besides, what’s your deal anyways? You keep calling and I’m obviously not who you’re looking for.” You complain while uncapping a bottle of water.

“Because,” he calmly starts, “I wanna know who I’m lookin’ at right now.. Pretty red lips and a tight little uniform on,” he draws out huskily.

You immediately go still, “W-What…how do you..?” you look around the empty kitchen and living room. “This isn’t funny.” You quickly head down the hall to the front door, making sure the locks are set before you go back to the living room and make sure the patio doors are locked as well.

“Never said it was babydoll.” He muses, “Though I do gotta admit, red looks spectacular on you, wonder if you got more around here in your drawers.” He trails off, the sound of drawers slamming close and another opening could be heard on the other side of the line.

You wait with a bated breath listening carefully, you slowly turn your head to look up at the ceiling. There’s a low thumping noise that follows the sounds you hear from the phone. Your eyes slip shut as you try to control the sob that’s about to come out of your throat, “What do you want from me?” You croak in a tiny voice.

“What’s your favorite scary movie sweetheart, hm?” His footsteps are heavy as he starts walking around upstairs in your room.

You blink your tears away and stumble towards the hallway to your only escape route: your dad’s office. “I-I don’t like any scary movies,” you whimper quietly, “p-please, I don’t wanna die.” You sniffle. You can hear him humming in the hallway upstairs now, causing you to duck into the office as silent as you can.

“That wasn’t my question. Time’s ticking babydoll, I’m not exactly a patient guy you know.”

“H-Halloween..!” You whisper-yell, “I like Halloween.”

“Which one?” He asks, you can hear him loud and clear at the bottom of the staircase, “Hm?”

You sniffle softly and back away, “Rob Zombie’s version,” you utter softly and hear him pause in his footsteps. He stands there for a few seconds before he slowly draws nearer and nearer. Your eyes squeeze shut as a terrified whimper escapes your lips, before you can plead with him the door slowly creaks open and a hooded figure stands in the doorway with the phone held up to his ear. You stare at him, the phone slipping from your trembling hand as it slams to the floor with a loud thud.

He tilts his head to the side and raises his gloved hand to wave at you. “Hey there sweetheart,” he purrs from under the mask.

You scream out in fear and knock over the desk chair, you’re lucky as hell your dad has a set of patio doors himself. You slip through the doors and run down the small hill, looking back and forth in time to see the hooded figure chasing after you.

The sounds of leaves crunching and branches snapping fill both sides of your ears. Adrenaline kicks in like never before and has you running the fastest you’ve ever moved in your entire life. If you can lose him in the woods you’ll make it to your neighbors’ in five minutes tops, might even get lucky if you detour to the main road but the hill to climb up will only slow you down.

“Don’t be like that babydoll!” He calls out from your left? Right? You don’t know where his voice is coming from, and quite frankly you’re too scared to look. You hear his heavy footsteps (now) directly behind you before a hand tangles itself in the back of your uniform top, gripping it tight as he stops you from going any further.

The force itself is enough to send you flying to the ground, knees scraping hard against a tree stump. You break your fall with your hands, crying out from the pain that erupts in both palms as tiny twigs and rocks dig into your soft skin. “Gotcha.” He chuckles and squats down to your level to admire your bruised form. You must have gave him a run for his money with how hard he’s breathing under the mask.

“P-Please!” You crawl backwards, back hitting the tree stump, “I don’t wanna die,” you pathetically cry, “I promise I won’t tell anyone if you let me go.” Call it cliche but it was worth a shot to plead with your killer? Stalker? You don’t know anymore.

He tilts his head, “Heard that one before, you’re not the first to beg so sweetly like that babydoll. Almost melts my poor little heart,” he coos mockingly, “but don’t stress your pretty little head over that, you’re not meant to use that brain of yours—meant to sit and look pretty for me.” He purrs and reaches out to run a gloved hand over your dirt stricken thighs.

You curl away and try to escape his touch, “Why are you doing this?” You whimper quietly, watching as his hand rubs circles over your bruised knees. A tremor runs down your spine as his leather gloves run over your shaking thighs, his touch feels scorching hot despite the cool material of his gloves pressing against your skin.

“Been watchin’ ya for a while,” he murmurs, “night n day—just imagining allll the different ways I could have you. Bet you’d look pretty with a mouth stuffed full of cock, wonder how pretty you’d look with cock deep inside your little cunt baby,” he trails off while giving your thigh a rough squeeze, “always did wonder how that pussy tastes.” You can practically picture the shit eating grin he must have under the mask.

You hate that his nasty words have a bubbling heat building in your lower stomach, it shouldn’t be that arousing to you yet here you were in the middle of the woods being fondled by your stalker while he talked about how much he wanted to fuck you. His voice even sounds hotter in person vs the phone.

“Penny for your thoughts?” He chuckles.

You land a harsh kick to his arm with a loud, “Get off of me!” You quickly turn over to stumble to your feet while he curses under his breath and stands to chase after you.

He’s not so gentle this time with the way he snatches you and slams you right up against the tree trunk, letting the chips and splinters bite into your skin unforgivingly. “Thought we were over this,” he growls, “was gonna treat you nice and sweet but by the looks of it you just wanna be tossed around like the filthy little slut you are,” he hisses in your ear while pressing you tight against the tree.

You whine loudly and push back against him in an effort to get him off of you, “Let me go—let go!” You growl angrily, “you’re a fucking psycho creep!” You grit your teeth while trying to turn to look directly at him.

He doesn’t shy away from hurting you to get you to become docile again. He pins both wrists behind your back in a tight grip, squeezing both of your hands until you hear a low threatening pop. A pained little whimper escapes your lip as he forces your head against the bark, “You gonna sit still like a good girl or do I have to tie you up?” He growls menacingly.

“I-I’ll be good!” You cry out as the pain starts to become unbearable.

“What was that?” He whispers in your ear, “Couldn’t hear ya.” He smirks.

A quiet sob slips from your lips as you slump over in defeat, “I-I’ll be a good girl.” You softly reply, too hung up on the pain to reply with the unbridled anger you feel right now. “Just please—let me go.” You sob.

He ignores your cries and instead brings out a rather intimidating looking hunting knife, it cuts into your skin almost right away with the slightest little touch. “Please no—” You immediately begin, thighs shifting as they slide against each other in an attempt to block him from either cutting or stabbing you. The only thing you achieve is the blade running into your thigh and slicing a small line downwards.

“None of that now babydoll,” he whispers while letting your wrists go and setting his big hand over your hip, “just sit still and look pretty for me yeah? Don’t need to think, just feel.” He breathes out as he guides the knife up your skirt, letting the sharp tip (which you noticed was slightly curved like a hook or something) hook under the side of your panties.

Your poor heart hammers in your chest as you begin to hyperventilate, “W-What are you gonna do to me?” The blade tugs at your panties, no doubt already piercing through the flimsy little material.

“Fuck.” You hear him whisper from behind, “You’re driving me fuckin’ crazy you know that?” His tongue clicks in annoyance as he suddenly yanks the knife down, a loud riiip following in suit, as well as your terrified scream/sob. “Gonna have a taste now babydoll, put your hands right there—yeahhh, good girl. Keep ‘em there baby,” he has you bending over with your legs spread wide apart and your hands over the tree, “ ‘s like a fuckin’ dream back here, fat little cunt n a nice ass.” He whistles while smacking his hand against your poor cheek.

You bite your lip as the cool air fans over your moist cunt, at this point in time you have long given up making any excuses as to why your pussy was drooling for this weirdo. Still didn’t mean you were less scared but you figured if you complied the faster things would go over. “Look at this slutty pussy, already leakin’ like a bitch in heat. Does a scary man like me chasing you through the woods get you goin’ sweetheart? Maybe you’re a little more fucked than I thought.” He chuckles.

There’s a brief pause and you wonder what he’s doing back there, so you turn your head to look at him when you gasp softly. He has the mask thrown off to the side, his face in all his glory—messy black hair and a lip ring with an array of piercings on his ears— he sits there with a shit eating grin, “Guess the cat’s out the bag huh?” You eye him with distaste before turning back around, you had at least hoped he was ugly or something.

“God,” he groans, “can’t get over this ass,” he mutters to himself while smacking both cheeks and pulling them apart to expose both of your holes to him, “wanna see it wrapped ‘round my cock, gonna have you squirting and messy babydoll. Might even have to get you on your knees to clean up your mess,” he whispers as his hot breath fans over your pussy lips, “you’re gonna be lookin’ at me with those sweet little eyes of yours too, gonna bust my load all over that pretty face of yours.” His tongue dips between your soft folds, licking from your winking hole down to your swollen little clit hiding under its hood.

Your eyes squeeze shut as his hands steady you by the hips, his face is practically smushed against your cunt as he slobbers over it with his greedy tongue. He sucks on your inner folds, getting every nook and cranny as he slurps up the mess he leaves behind before lapping over your clit with his tongue. Your thighs shake a little, you’ve never had anyone this eager to eat your cunt out like this. He’s a fucking menace and you hate how good he is at this.

“Fuck,” he pants softly, “can’t get enough baby, could eat this pussy for days.” He all but moans while latching on to your clit.

A shocked cry leaves your lips, you dig your nails into the tree bark and hold on tightly as your swollen bud throbs in his mouth. He doesn’t let up, suckling on your clit like a lollipop with just the right amount of pressure around the bud. A new wave of slick gushes from your untouched hole, loud mewls and whines leaving you as you subtly rut back against his face. It’s pure heaven.

He spreads your cheeks apart and pulls back to harshly spit on your cunt, “There you go, get nice n wet for me babydoll.” His hot breath fans over your empty little hole, “Good girl.”

You shouldn’t like the way he’s talking to you, but something about him calling you that has a delirious little whimper leaving you. He dips his tongue into your pussy, the sensation definitely welcomed as you sigh in bliss. His tongue wiggles around and curls upwards to brush over your sensitive walls in a flicking motion.

He jiggles your ass in both hands, moaning at the sight of the fat slipping through his fingers from his tight grip. He flicks his tongue back and forth over your swollen bud, you nearly double over as his tongue traces letters on your clit. “W-Wait,” you bite your lip as your eyes shut and you reach behind you to tangle your hand in his hair.

You freeze when you realize what you’re doing, but instead of getting angry with you he leans into your touch with a low moan. Clearly he loves it so you keep your hand in his hair, occasionally pulling just a tiny bit. When he pulls back to catch his breath, audibly gulping as he sits back on his haunches, “Turn around.” He says breathlessly.

From behind you can hear him shuffling around, the sounds of a belt being unbuckled fills your ears. “On your knees babydoll,” he rasps out while fisting his cock, sliding his thumb over the mess of precum he’s made at the tip of his cock. He’s watching you with dark lust filled eyes as you slowly fall to your knees in front of him, eye contact never wavering.

“Shit—when you look like that you make it harder for me to hold back.” He groans while licking his lip, “Exactly how I imagined you’d look.” He purrs as he brings the head of his cock to smother his precum over them, “Stick your tongue out for me baby—there you go, just like that.” He grins softly.

You lay your tongue flat under his fat cock, delighting in the delicious weight over your tongue. You can’t help but flick the tip of your tongue upwards causing it to brush over a throbbing vein. He releases a quiet hiss, fisting the shaft as he roughly slaps it against your tongue in repeated taps.

“Will you look at that, ‘nother little filthy slut we got here, how many other cocks you sucked huh?” He pushes into your mouth and holds the back of your head with one hand tightly fisted in your hair. You gag around his cock and fruitlessly claw at his thighs, “What’s the matter? Can’t take it? Poor baby can’t handle having a cock stuffed down her throat? Pathetic little thing you are, can’t even do what you were made for,” he rasps out while rolling his hips against your face.

His balls press snug against your chin as spit and drool dribble from the corners of your mouth. Your tears run freely no doubt ruining your makeup for the night, you probably look a hot mess right now. Your stalker moans and pants freely above you, he doesn’t bother hiding how good he feels right now as his cock twitches occasionally. You really lose it when he forces your head down and keeps you still, pelvis pressed right up against your nose as he rolls his hips in quick grinds.

“Oh shit,” he breathes out, “feels so fuckin’ good babydoll, knew you were the one when I first saw you.” He whispers out while slipping his cock out of your mouth, relishing in the gasping noises you make, “Gonna make you into my little cock sleeve, don’t need you doin’ anything else..belong with me right on my cock.” He shoves himself back into your mouth and begins fucking into your throat roughly. You cry and gurgle while weakly slapping your hands over his thighs. He doesn’t let up and only fucks your throat more eagerly.

“Fuck baby, c’mere,” he yanks you off his cock and brings you up to him.

He doesn’t waste time bending you back over the three and shoving his fat cock into you. You let out a loud cry and dig your nails into the tree from the pressure and slight twinge of pain from the size of his girthy cock. It sits nice and snug against your walls, curved slightly upwards to press into your g-spot, not quite hitting it but brushing over it.

“Oh fuck,” you whisper out as your toes curl from inside your shoes.

When a couple more seconds pass of him just idly rocking into you, he pulls all the way out until only the head remains before slamming back in with a loud slap. You jolt in pleasure as a tiny scream escapes, he doesn’t let up and keeps the same harsh pace he started with. His cock punches deep into your pussy, poking at your cervix painfully as you yelp out in pain between your moans.

“Fucking hell,” he moans out while moving his hands from your hips to your bouncing tits, “got a nice little pussy n a pair of pretty tits just for me right sweetheart?” He slaps one of your tits before taking your pebbled little nipple between his fingers and meanly pinching it.

“Mm!” You arch your back and try to twist away from his bruising grip. He manages to grip your other tit and knead it in his big hand.

Loud squelching noises fill the space around you in the woods, some of your slick even drips down onto the ground with tiny wet splats. The sound is filthy and has your face burning up in embarrassment as you hide in your hands with low whimpers and whiny moans. He suddenly changes the angle and begins grinding his fat cock right up against your g-spot, pressing insistently as he hits it over and over again.

“Oh you like it there don’t you sweetheart,” he grins while rolling his hips in slow circles, “go on then, fuck yourself on my cock like the little whore you are. Get that pussy nice and soaked for me.” He growls quietly in your ear while pinching your nipples once more.

A quiet squeal erupts from your throat, you shakily manage to knock your hips into his in a sloppy pace. “Please,” you slur out as your eyes slip shut, “c-can’t do it,” your pace is nowhere near the same as before.

“Can’t what?” He moves one hand down between your thighs, “Hm?”

You press your forehead against the tree bark in defeat, sobbing quietly as you wiggle your hips side to side, “ ‘s not the same, need you to f-fuck me.” You shamefully admit.

“Like this?” He slaps his hips upwards, “Or like this sweetheart?” He purrs and begins plowing into your drenched pussy, stuffing his cock deep inside with every thrust.

You throw your head back with a loud moan, “Yes, yes!” More drool begins slipping from your chin as you part your legs a bit wider and arch your back.

He swears at you from under his breath while rolling your swollen clit between his fingers. The sounds of skin slapping against skin begin louder, his balls collide with your swollen puffy folds and your ass ripples from his pelvis from his harsh thrusts. “Little fucking slut,” he grits out through his harsh punishing thrusts, “fuckin’ mine you hear that? So help me you ever think of looking at someone else I’ll fuckin gut them like a fish n fuck you over their dead body.” He hisses, “Better yet covered in their blood.” He roughly smacks your clit.

You mewl loudly and go still, your pussy pulses like crazy as you feel your orgasm hit you at full force. You cum with your clit trapped between his fingers and his cock stuffed deep. The orgasm is so strong it knocks you off your feet as you wobble and shake like a newborn lamb. “P-Please,” you sob out.

“On your knees,” he growls while slipping from your drenched cunt, “fuckin’ look at me.” He aims his cock at your face and strokes himself with loud slick noises. You stare up at him with a dazed expression, too fucked out to reply. He cums with a low moan, making sure to coat your lips and face with his cum as he taps the head against your cheek, “Fuck…” He sighs in bliss while lazily flicking his wrist.

You blink slowly and the last thing you see is him picking his knife back up.

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Jungkook hums under his breath while he lazily digs through his bowl of popcorn, he’s been switching channels for a couple of minutes now. Nothing good is ever on these days, he rolls his eyes and shakes his head while flicking through the channels.

“Oh,” his face lights up in joy, “baby come look at this,” he grins and turns the volume up all the way high, “found somethin’ perfect for movie night.” He turns to look behind him, eyes wild and filled with sadistic joy.

“She was last seen Friday in the evening by her parents who were only going a few towns over to visit family. Her friends have all stated she was supposed to be meeting them that night but never showed, one even said they had spoken to her hours prior about their plans to meet. They said she wasn’t acting suspicious or anything—”

A muffled sob erupts, the sound of a cage rattling heard next as Jungkook slowly turns to look at your cowering form. You look so adorable all curled up in the cage like that, mascara streaking and lips wiped red from your lipstick. “Don’t like that movie?” He pouts, “Pity.” He turns back around and replays the entire missing persons ad.

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Hello

Could i ask for a story where Jonathan crane makes his female student do a blowjob on him for better grades? Like... forcing? I'm sorry

Don't be sorry it's totally fine.

Jonathan Crane x reader

You were struggling in his class, you only had a D+. You needed to bring up your grade so here you were. You walked towards him, he was currently at his desk. He heard your footsteps and he glanced up at your figure walking towards him.

You nervously looked at him and your fingers were twitching. "U-uhm s-sir I need to talk to y-you about my grade..." You stuttered and looked away. He stopped what he was doing and looked at you. He fully took in you and your outfit. He licked his lips, you were wearing such a tight dress that showed off your curves. He cleared his throat "Yes, what about them?"

"I-I was wondering if t-there was anything I could do to bring it up..?" You asked in a whisper, he smirked at your shyness. " I suppose there are a few things that you could do.." he looked a you with a lust filled gaze. You met his eyes and saw the fire burning in them and you looked away again.

"L-like what? I'll d anything to bring it up.." your legs were shaking, you were so nervous for nothing. "Come over here" you looked at him with confusion but did what he said. You looked at with with big eyes waiting to see what he would do next.

Jonathan turned towards you and smirked. He grabbed your wrist and tugged you towards him. You gasped and your heart started racing more if it was even possible. "M-Mr.Crane?" You asked "you said you would do anything right?" He whispered lowly in your ear. It sent shivers down your spine and your wide eyes looked at him.

"I-I yeah .." you said not liking where this was going. "Then get on your knees" he said in a dark voice. Your eyes widened even more and you shook your head. "N-no please I'll do anything else please.." you begged tears fell down your cheeks. You looked down and saw his cock pressed tightly against his pants, begging to be freed.

He chuckled "I've already decided so if you want your grade up then you'll get on your knees and suck my cock like a good girl" he said and his grip on your wrist got tighter. You sobbed and shook your head "N-no let go!" With his free hand he undid his belt and freed his cock. You shoke harder seeing it and you tugged trying to break free.

He rolled his eyes "stop being so difficult you asked for this.." he tugged your wrist hard so you fell right in front of him. You face only inches away from his twitching cock. You tried to beg more but then his hand went to the back of your head and forced you closer. You tried to turn away but then it slapped against your cheek and the tip pressed against your lips.

You squirmed and squealed, your broken sobs ignored. "If you bite me I swear I will ruin you" he muttered. He grabbed you face and pried your jaw open. He then thrusted his cock into your mouth. You screamed and as it hit the back of your mouth you gagged. You started choking and he laughed you are having a hard time breathing.

His pace was rough and fast, he didn't let you up for air and guided your head up and down. The lewd sound of his cock violating your mouth echoed of the walls of the room. Your sobs started to quiet down but tears still flowed out of your eyes. Your jaw tightened but you didn't dare bite.

"Ahh good girl your taking me so well hahh" he gasps out his head was tossed back and he let out a little whine as your tongue accidentally ran against one of his veins. He tugged your head and made you go faster to where everything was blurry. He was chasing his high and was close. You gagged and screamed out, you couldn't take this and you sure as hell didn't want to swallow his cum.

Without warning he cummed in your mouth and pulled you off him. You gasped and coughed out, salvia dripped out of your mouth. He cock twitched and was coated with your spit. He grinned when he saw what a mess you were. He still had a tight grip on your hair. Your cheeks were stained with tears and your makeup was running. Cum and salvia dripped out of your mouth and you looked at him with a hard gaze.

"Were not done yet sweetheart.." he said, your eyes widen and you tried to say something but he forced you down in his cock before you could. You screamed and he made you choke again. He shoved you all the way down on his cock till your nose was buried in his trimmed pubes. You whined and fresh tears poured out your eyes.

You couldn't take this your wanted it to be over. You sobbed and your body went slack, surrounding yourself to him. He grinned at this and took your mouth off him. You looked at him with lidded eyes. "T-thank you" you babbled. He grabbed his cock and started to pump himself fast. Your eyes widened at the realization "N-No please" you whined you braced yourself and shut your eyes. He groaned and you felt his hit cum land on your face. He looked down at you and licked his lips. The scene before him was breathtaking.

Your face was coated with his cum and your whined. You slowly opened your eyes and looked at with big puppy eyes. Your face was flushed and it looked like you could fall over any second. "Good job I'll be sure to raise that grade bye now" he the tucked himself into his pants and turned away.