shegotheruby

[shegotheruby]

Make Him Jealous

“If i’m being honest..” Chan continues. “I always had this fantasy that she would see me with another girl and immediately feel jealous. I’d dream at night that I had this gorgeous date on my arm and she’d see me and take me back after that shockwave hit.”

You nod and make eye contact with him. “I’m quite familiar with that dream.”

“So let’s make it come true for both of us” He shrugs. “I’ll help you make this guy jealous like I never got the chance to. Maybe it won’t help, maybe he won’t care, but at the very least can I give you a ride home?”

OR

Running into your cheating EX at a party was not on your bucket list for the night... But a surprise encounter with Lee Chan changes things around. What starts as making Mingyu jealous might end in something more...

WC: 11.3k

TW: SMUT. 18+ MDNI. implied/referenced cheating, alcohol, speed dating, fluff, college au, fluff, again.. smut.

“Jun! Hao!” You yelled over the sound of the party. “Where did Soonyoung go?”

“Not sure” Minghao replied in a daze, obviously focused on the sports match on TV.

“I think he’s with Chan” Jun replied, eyes also glued to the screen.

Not helpful. Firstly, you have no idea who Chan is, and Secondly, this house is massive. Without some help, it would take forever to find your best friend (and your sober driver, because let’s be honest, you’re tipsy). You wandered into the kitchen, weaving in and out of the couples slobbering all over each other in drunken makeouts. It made your heart hurt, seeing all of the happy people. Unfortunately for you, your Ex is here, and you’d rather escape before he tries to -god forbid- speak to you. So you continue on, making your way into the dining room and down the stairs.

You search the entire basement with no luck. He’s not in the main room playing beer pong, he’s not in the cinema room, and he’s definitely not in the bedroom (sorry Vernon…you definitely did not mean to walk in on a hookup). You wander back up to the main level, deciding to check the second story next. You check (more carefully this time) through the different bedrooms and bathrooms with no luck. You call out his name, but your friend is nowhere to be seen. You could go back downstairs, but what if you ran into Mingyu? He broke your heart and you’re not ready to see him with a new girl attached at the hip.

You swear under your breath before leaving the last bedroom, wandering over to an open window. You pop your head out and suck in a deep breath, the cold winter air biting at your nose. At least it didn’t smell like weed out here. A rogue tear escaped, rolling down your cheek, and you looked at your phone again, still no response to your texts. The window opens to a pretty flat roof, and against your better judgement, you decide to step out on it. More tears start to fall, and you realize that you’re not just teary, you’re full on crying. Images of Mingyu the day you broke up continue flashing through your mind, and all you want is to just get out of here. But your stupid friend is missing and your stupid roommate is out of town and you failed your stupid exam today and you didn’t want to come to this stupid party anyway and life just sucks.

You stumble a little in your buzzed state, but the ledge of the roof is feet away. You’re fine. You wander towards it, just hoping to get a good look at the party happening in the backyard. Maybe you’ll be able to spot Soonyoung from above! Genius! You wipe at your tears and step after step walk towards the edge.

But you don’t quite make it, because a strong pair of arms wraps around you and pulls you back against the wall of the house. “Don’t jump!” his voice says, a bit frantic. “There’s always another option!”

“what the fuck” you snap, shoving the stranger off of you. “I wasn’t going to jump!”

“Ok, sorry” he replies, putting his hands up in defense.

You take a moment to stare at each other in silence. You wipe another tear away and feel immediately awkward.

“I didn’t mean to assume…” He speaks slowly, “I just saw a crying girl approaching the edge of a roof…thought I should intervene.”

Reality hits you and you slump your shoulders.You slide down the wall, resting your head in your hands with a huff. “Oh my god.” you mutter. “I am actually a walking disaster.”

You rub at your temples as he stands next to you, looking a little shy. “Um…Are you okay?” he asks, Craning his neck so he’s in your line of vision.

You look over at him, embarrassed because you realize he’s like…really cute. He seems close to your age with shaggy blonde hair, a bit longer in the back. A style you like. He’s wearing an oversized jacket and blue ripped jeans.

“I’m fine. I just can’t find my ride home.”

He sits down next to you and lightly wraps his arms around bent knees.

“When did you see them last?”

“Honestly it’s been like a good hour or two.” you admit. “He wandered away when I was talking to an old friend and I haven’t seen him since. He won’t answer his phone either.”

You check your notifications again to see if Soonyoung has responded, and visibly slump more when there’s nothing.

“I can give you a ride if you want?” he offers, “I’m not drinking tonight.”

You furrow your eyebrows. “Thanks but… I don’t know you…strange roof man.”

He chuckles. “Fair enough, strange roof girl. Lee Chan at your service.” He extends his hand forward in introduction.

Your eyes widen at the name. “You’re Chan!?” You ask, brain fog slowly clearing. “Someone said Soonyoung was with you earlier?”

He nods, surprised that you’ve heard his name before. “Uh yeah. He’s one of my buddies from Chem lab.”

“Do you know where he went?” You ask, suddenly hopeful that you can get out of here before Mingyu sees you.

“Unfortunately…If he’s your ride…I think he’s a bit indisposed at the moment…” his voice trails off.

“Damn it” you huff, beating your head against the wall behind you. “Does that mean what I think it means?”

“If you think it means he’s half naked with two blondes in the pool-house right now” he gestures towards the building in the distance, “You’d be right.”

“two?” you furrow your brows again “asshole.” you mutter.

Chan’s eyes snap open and his voice raises in volume as he asks, “Shit, please tell me you’re not his date tonight?”

You nearly choke on a laugh “Oh my dear God, no.” you wipe away the last of your tears, thankful for the distraction from your pity party. “We’ve been friends since I was six. He’s like…my older brother.”

“Older?” Chan asks

“Yeah. I was born in 1999.”

“Me too!” He smiles. “I kind of assumed Hosh was my same age though.”

“No he’s just a dumbass who neglected to take his general science credits until Senior year.”

“Hmm” chan mumbles in thought. “The more you know…”

You can’t help but notice his side profile. (Not that it’s a good time to be thinking about that..but it’s nice. He’s got an attractive jawline…)

“Anyways” he changes the subject turning his body fully towards you. “What’s your name?”

“Y/N.” you sigh. “and i promise that i’m usually pretty put together and you caught me on a bad night.”

“Wanna talk about it?” He offers. “My rooftop lounge is open for therapy reservations.”

“Your rooftop lounge?”

“Yeah. This is my spot during every party. You wouldn’t believe how much fraternity hazing i’ve avoided by hiding out up here.”

You stifle a laugh..he’s kind of charming.

“It’s a good spot.” You survey the view.

He nods. “What brings you to it?”

“If you must know” you start, straightening out the wrinkles in your jeans. “My Ex is downstairs..and I haven’t seen him since I dumped him for cheating.”

“Ooooh”

You don’t have to look to see that he’s making one of those ‘yikes, i’m really sorry for you’ faces. So you don’t. You stare at your shoes.

“If it makes you feel any better…” He says, tapping your shoulder. “You look really good tonight so he’s probably regretting his decisions and feeling like a loser.”

Your cheeks blush rosy pink at the compliment.

“I actually don’t think he saw me at all” you sigh, pursing your lips. “I got one glance of him with a new girl and bolted to find Soonyoung.”

Out of the corner of your eye you see his face light up a bit. Like he has an idea.

“Well in that case you’ve got the upper hand.” He says nonchalantly.

“Huh?”

“Well if he didn’t see you…” he says, in a singsong voice “he doesn’t know you’re here without a date of your own.”

“But I am here without a date of my own…”

“What’s this guy’s name” he asks

“Mingyu…” You reply, still not following what he’s getting at.

He grins with heart-stopping charisma

“Great news! I’ve never met him. He’s never met me. Complete strangers. Want to be my date tonight?”

You scoff. “Chan, that’s really nice but…”

“Look.” He cuts you off. “Before you say no…”

You close your mouth and stare at him.

“To make a long story short: I got dumped a year ago. The girl cheated on me.”

“And she still was the one to dump you?” You question

“At the time I thought we were in love. I was infatuated and when I found out, I tried to fight for her anyways… she rejected me and chose the other guy.”

“What a bitch…”

“The sad thing is, even now, I wouldn’t say that.” he sighs. “it sucked. Like really, really bad. and I want to hate her. But they seem happier together than she ever seemed with me…so who am I to hold her back from that?”

you raise your eyebrows, surprised that this stranger is being so vulnerable with you. Maybe it’s just the roof vibes…?

“Rambling aside…It still hurt me really bad and you seem like a good girl who doesn’t deserve to go through that same feeling.”

“You don’t really know me.”

“I know Soonyoung. And anyone who has retained a friendship with him for a long period of time probably rocks.” He laughs, looking over at the poorhouse where your childhood best friend is probably doing filthy things.

You purse your lips.

“If i’m being honest..” Chan continues. “I always had this fantasy that she would see me with another girl and immediately feel jealous. I’d dream at night that I had this gorgeous date on my arm and she’d see me and take me back after that shockwave hit.”

You nod and make eye contact with him. “I’m quite familiar with that dream.”

“So let’s make it come true for both of us” He shrugs. “I’ll help you make this guy jealous like I never got the chance to. Maybe it won’t help, maybe he won’t care, but at the very least can I give you a ride home?”

He stands up, brushing his hands on his jeans before offering his hand out to you.

And what the hell. You take it.

***

After climbing back through the window, you pull him into one of the open bedrooms.

“OK. If we’re going on a fake date.”

“Real date” He interrupts. “I asked you to be my date and I plan on being very good to you.”

You chuckle. “Ok Mr. Chivalry. If we’re going on a date” (you emphasize that last word with a shake of your head), “I’d like to know more about you…speed dating with Chan.” You offer, sitting on the bed.

“I like this plan” he answers, sitting next to you. “Ask me anything. Rapid fire.”

“Okay. Major?”

“Dance.”

“Minor?”

“Two. Audio Production and Music Theory.”

You’re impressed.

“Favorite Song?”

“Beat It by Michael Jackson.”

“Astrological Sign?”

“Aquarius”

“MBTI?”

“ESTJ.”

“What’s your type?”

“You.”

“Ok so you’re a flirt. noted.”

He chuckles and brushes his shoulder against yours. “I never said that.”

“I’m good at making logical conclusions” you report.

“Whatever.” he laughs. “What’s your type then?”

“Cute guys who save me from jumping off the roof.” You smirk, avoiding the real answer which might also be…. him.

“Aww” he touches his heart “You think I’m a hero, and you think i’m cute!?”

You copy his comeback “I never said that.” (except he’s totally your hero right now…and yes…he’s totally cute).

He shakes his head. “Next question. Favorite drink.”

“Let’s answer on three” you offer.

“Deal.”

“1…2…3… Strawberry Soju”

“Strawberry Soju specifically out of a BTS themed shot glass that I got for my 21st birthday!”

You actually buckle over in laughter. “Oh my god, Chan you’re a charmer.” You push his shoulder, standing up from the bed. “Where have you been all my life.”

“In your dreams, sweetheart.” He answers, putting his arm around your shoulder. “Speed Date officially concluded. Ready to go find this Ex?”

You nod and open the bedroom door, for the first time this evening, feeling pretty confident.

The stairs are crowded, and Chan keeps his arm around you as you squeeze around the people trying to come up or down. After almost falling over he slides it down so it’s around your waist instead of your shoulders, keeping you upright. You throw a thankful glance over your shoulder and continue down until you reach the main party. He keeps his hand securely planted, lightly brushing your skin where your shirt is cropped. More than a couple of guys greet Chan as you pass by and you realize that he’s actually pretty popular. He seems to know everyone. (except for Mingyu, thank god), and everyone seems to like his presence.

At one point you find yourself in the backyard, dancing to some music by the pool. Chan is talking lightly with some other people, one of them introduced himself but you already forgot his name. You’re just enjoying the moment, swaying to the music with your eyes closed, Chan’s arm holding you up. Somehow, you don’t even notice the reason you’re doing this (Mingyu) on the other end of the yard, but he noticed you.

You don’t notice the jealous look on his face, the way his fists ball up at his sides. You completely miss the affect you clearly still have on him, because you’re wrapped up in your own little world. You miss the way he spills beer down his shirt, mumbling a few curse words before turning away, retreating inside to get away from you.

Some things you DO notice: Chan has an award winning smile. He’s charismatic with the groups of people passing by, and has a “secret handshake” with one of his frat brothers. Despite the fact that you just met, he looks at you like he knows you. He includes you in the conversation when he can and never leaves your side. He dances with you when the music grows in volume, and he’s good at it.

You notice that his neutral face has soft lips that slightly curl into a smile even when he’s not trying. He has an infectious laugh and you don’t really care about making Mingyu jealous anymore. In fact, you don’t really care about Mingyu at all. Or Soonyoung, for that matter. You find yourself feeling grateful that you stumbled into this guy and pray he’s not a drunken hallucination.

At one point the host of the party, Seungkwan, greets Chan with a hug and thanks him for coming. He introduces himself to you and asks if you guys want something to drink. Chan declines, saying that he’s your ride home, but asks for him to grab you some Strawberry Soju.

you glance up at him with a smile “aww, you know me so well.”

“Well we had a very informative first date, I’ve got to start remembering these things.”

“You’re dating?” Seungkwan asks

“Long and complicated story.” You click your tongue. “But we are on a date at the moment, yes.”

You roll your eyes, turning towards Seungkwan. “This is really random…but do you happen to have any special shot glasses?”

Seungkwan’s face lights up in surprise. “Dino. Dude. You told a girl about frat glass?”

“I did not!” He defends. “OK I kind of did…but not like that. It kind of just slipped out.”

“Well now I have questions” you giggle, “Starting with Dino and ending with…frat glass?” your eyebrow raises at that last part.

“If anyone asks I did not tell you about this.” Seungkwan says, side eyeing you with pursed lips

“My lips are sealed” you promise, miming yourself zipping up your lips.

“Ok.” Seungkwan starts, looking around to make sure nobody is eavesdropping. “SVT…SIGMA VETA THETA…Is an honorable fraternity.” He puts his hand over his heart, and you realize he has a flare for dramatics. (You choose to ignore the fact that ‘Veta’ is not a letter in the greek alphabet).

“and that remains true aside from some old weird shit.” Chan adds.

“we all have a matching shot glass.” Seungkwan butts back in. “Everyone gets it on their 21st birthday… and It does happen to have BTS on it.”

“Why is that a secret?” you ask. “Are you secretly ashamed to be a group full of little Kpop fanboys?” you giggle, pinching Chan in the side. He squirms playfully but doesn’t pull away from you.

“Oh I am quite loud and proud about the fact that I would fuck Hobi if given the chance!” Seungkwan states matter-of-factly.

Seungkwan is funny and you could now definitely see yourself attending another one of his parties.

“Ok so if not that, why?” You ask a bit more seriously.

“Well…” they both look at each other a bit awkwardly. “There’s… a weird tradition or like… lore with it that started way before any of us were actually here…” Seungkwan explains.

“It’s giving fraternity cult shit.” you determine. “I get it. spit it out.”

“Okay….” Chan concedes. “I want to clarify that I actually do like the glass and I did not mean to tell you about it or have you bring it up to Seungkwan.”

You just look at him with a lot of confusion.

“Basically, If a brother gives a girl a shot out of the glass around other brothers, it’s a signal that he’s trying to have sex with her. So it’s kind of a nonverbal sign for them to play wingman or whatever.” Chan rushes it out, seemingly a bit embarrassed of the whole idea.

“Additionally, if a girl talks about frat glass, it’s like a signal to all of the other brothers that she’s down to get laid.” Seungkwan finishes. “So like…maybe don’t talk about it to anyone unless you’re trying to fuck.”

You look up at chan and see a “deer in headlights” expression on his face.

“I urge to to forget you heard this and drink a nice calming shot of soju.” He mumbles.

“Oh I won’t be forgetting.” You announce rather boldly. “And I think I want my drink out of frat glass.” This earns a choked laugh from Seungkwan and Chan just gapes at you for a moment.

“You want frat glass?” He chokes out. “Like you wanna drink out of a bts shot glass because it’s silly? or you want … FRAT glass…” He asks, obviously trying to understand what you’re hinting at without actually ASKING.

“Well..” you tap your chin in a thinking pose and raise your eyes to the sky. “How about this. I want a drink out of frat glass, but my interest in it’s so called “lore” (you make air quotes) is yet to be discovered.”

Both boys laugh and Chan, hand still on your waist, guides you to the kitchen. You don’t see Mingyu on the way, but somehow it still feels right to have Chan’s arm around you, fingers occasionally playing with the hem of your shirt. You know it’s kind of mindless, but it sends little tingles through your skin. (What you were too nervous to say a moment ago was that if given the chance, you would so totally jump his bones).

Once you reach the kitchen, Seungkwan opens up a cabinet and finds the glass. He opens a cooler and finds some strawberry soju, quickly pouring you a shot.

“Y/N” he announces, handing it over with both hands, “You are now a trusted confidante of frat glass.”

you raise it above your head. “To my fantastic bias SUGA!” you down the drink with a cheer and seungkwan pours himself one too. “To Hobi!” He laughs, drinking the liquid. He pours you one more and you take it before leading Chan away into the sea of dancing people. You walk for a while, waiting until you see your ex, but you never do.

“What does this guy look like?” Chan asks, eyes scanning the crowd.

“He’s tall, brown hair, probably attached to a skinny little brunette.”

He scoffs, “sounds like half of the guys in here.”

“I never said I was creative.” you joke, continuing forwards.

“Y/N ” he hesitates, “I wasn’t kidding when I said you looked nice earlier. He’s an idiot.”

Your face flushes a little and you feel the alcohol loosening your lips. “He IS an idiot. I was a good girlfriend.”

“Was he a good boyfriend…before the end?” He asks, nervous to be crossing a line.

You lift your gaze to the ceiling in thought. “Yeah. for almost a year. I think I knew it was ending a while before it happened but I was in denial about it. I tried to pretend I was imagining things. Avoiding the inevitable.

“I did the same things.” He pouts.

“Were you a good boyfriend?” You ask, trying to lift the mood a bit.

“I was a fantastic boyfriend. Flowers. Dinners. Mind blowing Sex.”

You laugh, appreciating his ability to release some of the weight from your thoughts.

“I tried everything I could to be what she wanted me to be. I still don’t know what changed.”

“Maybe the problem..for both of us” you motioned between your bodies, “wasn’t that we weren’t good enough…but maybe we were living a facade. We were trying to predict what they wanted us to be instead of just being ourselves.”

He nodded in contemplation.

“I think I’m glad I met you.”

You grin at him, falling into a comfortable silence for a few moments.

“You know” you finally speak up, “I still want to know why Seungkwan called you Dino.”

He blushes and stops walking, leaning his back against a hallway wall and pulling you towards him. His hands are now placed on either side of your hips. “It’s a stage name amongst the dance majors. I came up with it as a kid and it kind of stuck.”

You notice that his ears are a bit red, a sure sign of embarrassment. “Why did you choose it.”

“Because” he leans forward, “I wanted to dominate the stage like a dinosaur.”

“So you’re dominant… noted” you joke, nodding to your earlier conversation upstairs.

“I never said that” he smirks.

You can’t help but look at his lips now that you’re close to them. He notices and feels some of his own confidence resurfacing.

“but there is one way to test your theory.”

your heart is beating a million miles a minute as he pulls you a little closer, eyes dipping towards your mouth, hands non-moving from their place at your waist.

“I’m open to some experimenting.”

He smiles as you lean the last few inches forward, connecting your lips in a slow, lazy kiss. It’s deep and has your hands gripping at his shirt for some proof that this is real. He kisses you like he has all the time in the world, like he could do this all day, hands moving further onto the small your back until you’re being pulled flush against his body. He slowly trails them up your back -sparks following everywhere he touches- until they’re at your neck, where he wraps them around to that comfortable spot right under your ears, where your neck connects with your head. His hands fit perfectly, keeping your head stable while your tongues dance with each other. Your eyes are closed and you’re savoring the moment, ears ringing, drowning out the sounds of anyone else in the building. Right now, it’s just you and your new crush suspended in time.

You’re not completely sure what comes over you, but your hands slide under his shirt, appreciating the rippling abdominal muscles you’ve never seen but surely feel. You feel him shiver underneath your touch and it makes you smile, releasing a soft, breathy giggle into his mouth. He returns with one of his own and you both open your eyes, grinning at each other like kids in a candy store. Your eyes feel a little hazy, not from the alcohol, but from the bliss this man has somehow brought you in the span of two measly hours.

“Are you enjoying yourself” he bites his bottom lip, eyes flashing to where you’re not-so-subtly feeling him up.

“Oh yes. I just found out my date is kind of shredded.”

He laughs again, a sweet sound as his head falls backwards, eyes squinting shut.

You slide your hands back into your own space, only briefly before linking one with his and continuing down the rest of the hallway. “You can’t laugh about it because it’s true. My date is hot as fuck.” You’re practically dragging his dead weight (still laughing) as you round the corner, bumping directly into Soonyoung.

He steps back at the collision and raises his eyebrows when he sees you. “date?” he questions, eyes shifting to where you’re holding Chan’s hand. “Woah! You two know each other?”

“We didn’t, and now we do. Thanks for not answering your phone by the way.” You fold your arms and raise your eyebrows. You may be younger, but you two have a SASS heavy relationship and you can’t let him get off that easy after abandoning you.

“I was just coming to find you! Swear!”

You make an “mhm” noise that sounds anything like you believe him.

“I’m serious! I’ve got my keys, We can go now!”

“I actually think I’ll stay a little longer.” You reply, looking back towards Chan.

“I can take her home” he assures with a tight lipped smile.

“You sure?” Soonyoung hesitates. “I don’t think you want to go that way…” He throws a thumb over his shoulder, nonverbally indicating that’s probably where Mingyu is.

You look at Chan again, questioning him with your eyes. He nods and you look back towards your childhood friend.

“I’m done hiding from him.”

You pull your date past Soonyoung shouting a rushed “See you tomorrow” behind you as you stomp towards the stairs.

You enter the basement and quickly spot Mingyu in the corner, whispering to a girl…THE girl. You spin around so your back is facing him.

“See the guy directly behind me?” You ask and he subtly flicks his gaze towards where you’re directing him.

“Matches your description pretty well.” He bites the side of his cheek. “You weren’t kidding about tall.”

You shrug your shoulders. You were always kind of short for him anyway, never comfortably reaching his shoulders when you tried to dance at a party or pull him into a kiss.

“I guess so.” You dare to peek behind you once more before whispering “I didn’t really think this far ahead. I’m not sure what we’re supposed to do now.”

“I do” he replies, pulling you into a hug and swaying to the music playing over the stereo. “We could always continue where we left off” he whispers into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “but only if you want to.”

You feel your lips curling upwards at the proposition and raise on your tip toes so you can whisper back. “You really want me to feel you up in front of all of these people?” you fall back to your normal height with a glimmer in your eye and he notices it.

“Oh you are tricky” he laughs, pulling you so that his back is against the wall like before. “Maybe just the first part though.” He whispers again, “We can save the other stuff for later.”

Your knees buckle at the insinuation and you wrap your right arm around his neck, left hand curling into his hair as you kiss him again. This kiss is a little bit more passionate. Lips chasing after each other as you arch your back ever so slightly, his strong arms keep you balanced for the 50th time this evening, and this time you notice his cologne. Some sort of Pine and Sandalwood blend. You let it fill your nose, all of your senses on overdrive. Your eyes are closed, and there’s a hint of strawberry flavor still lingering from your shots earlier. You allow yourself to appreciate the softness of his hair, the smooth strands sliding through your fingers with ease. You admire how soft his skin feels, and how respectfully he’s touching you. His hands roam freely but lightly, eventually finding purchase in your own hair. You’re grateful that you washed it today and added some leave in conditioner.

You’re not sure how long you kiss for, maybe a few minutes, could be hours. You really don’t care anymore. You feel like you could kiss Chan forever. He does eventually pull back though, brushing some hair out of your face and looking into your eyes. “You’re so pretty” he smiles, briefly glancing over your shoulder, “and not to make you nervous” he mumbles, “but that dude…. is definitely staring.”

Your heart flutters at the fact that he called you pretty…but your stomach has butterflies at the confirmed knowledge Mingyu is watching. Chan doesn’t really give you a chance to be worried though, because he pinches you in the side, a spot where you’re incredibly ticklish, and you squeal, slapping his hand away. He tries again on the other side but you’re quick enough to grab his wrist, twisting it until you’ve switched positions, your back against the wall with him caging you in. His palms are flat against either side of your head, and his body is perfectly blocking your view of anything (or anyone) else. It’s the perfect position for him to lean forward and continue kissing you.

You tilt your head upwards and he bites on your bottom lip softly, eliciting a sigh from you. Two can play that game, and you bite his lip right back, tongue immediately following to soothe the spot you nipped. He smiles, but doesn’t break away, he just kisses you with a grin. His hands slide into your back pockets and yours grip his shoulders, lightly squeezing at the muscles. Anyone with eyes could see that he had them. You’re sure you could feel more if he wasn’t wearing an oversized jacket, but making him take it off right now would feel a little TOO PDA for your liking. (You know…on top of the fact that you’re making out in a room full of people). The music is booming almost loud enough to bust the speaker but all you hear is white noise. You’re so infatuated with Chan.

You reach up to his neck and tilt his head just enough so you can whisper in his ear again. “Do you think he’s effectively jealous?” You pull back enough to look him in the eyes, still fighting the permanent smile on your face.

“I don’t know, should we go ask?” he teases, taking one step backwards.

“Over my dead body” you laugh, trying to keep him next to the wall.

“How about this.” He offers. Let’s go upstairs and see if he follows.

“Perfect plan. I’m ready for another drink anyways. You smile, backing towards the stairs and gasp when he picks you up bridal style. He carries you up and only sets you down when you’re back in the hallway.

“What a big, strong man you are, Chan.” you tease, grabbing his hand in yours.

“I have to admit” he replies, “That guy has muscles. I had to show off just a little.” He puts two fingers in front of your face mimicking the size of a penny.

“Oh my god you’re having fun right now” you pull him along, feeling a rush of adrenaline yourself.

“Like you aren’t” he counters, “Who wouldn’t want to make out with a hot dancer in front of their Ex. You’re like, super duper lucky to have found me.”

“You know what I would like even more?” You flirt, suddenly feeling brave.

“What’s that?”

“Making out with a hot dancer when we’re alone.”

He doesn’t even give you a second to react before his lips are meeting yours again. You feel like a high schooler all over again, sneaking around under the bleachers to kiss your first boyfriend…always wanting to be attached in some way. This time, you’re not in front of anyone so you do pull off his jacket, pulling away with a smirk on your face to put it on your own body.

“I couldn’t feel your muscles through this thing” you say, grabbing onto his shoulders again. His ears turn red again as he continues kissing you, arms flexing completely intentionally. You roll your eyes at the motion, but of course you don’t really mind. You kind of like it. A few minutes pass before you do actually need a breath, so you pull away and guide him through the hallway again.

“I vote one more drink, and then my apartment” you wink, noticing how his eyes scan your body wearing something of his.

He agrees in a nanosecond and follows you back into the main room by the couch. Jun and Minghao are still there, standing up as the game they were watching seemingly finished.

“Hey Y/N” Jun calls. “Did you find Soonyoung?”

“I found Chan” you say, motioning to him.

“I see” minghao bites his lips, noticing your flushed faces. “I assume you’re not leaving anymore?”

“Oh I am” you answer. “I just wanted another drink first.”

Your two friends give each other a knowing look before stepping to either side of Chan. Jun loops his arm around his shoulder and pokes him in the side. “Wanna tell us what this is all about” he prods, obviously teasing.

You fold your arms. “Minghao, can you pull your stinky ass brother off of my date?”

“A date you say?” He asks, looping his arm over your shoulder, mimicking Jun and messing up your hair, “My little friends finally met each other.”

You regret allowing Soonyoung to leave the party without dragging these two home with him.

“How come everyone at this party knew Chan other than me?” you gape, scrambling out of Minghao’s grasp.

“Probably because you live under a rock, my dear friend.” Jun quips.

“Whatever. I’ll be right back.” You shake your head side to side, chuckling as you leave the three boys behind, Chan being interrogated.

The kitchen is surprisingly empty, so you intend to quickly grab the soju and head back to your friends. Unfortunately you bump into a human wall in the door way.

The person you were looking for all night, but didn’t really want to see.

“Y/N” Mingyu blinks, “I didn’t know you were coming tonight.”

You freeze on the spot, not sure what to say, not sure what to do. You just kind of stare at him, unmoving. You’re not sure how long you sat there, blinking like an idiot. (in reality it was probably like three seconds, but your brain completely short circuited the second you locked eyes with your previous lover).

“Here I am” you answer, voice cold. Your gaze shifts to the girl next to him. The girl he cheated with.

“You must be Ji-ah” you ask, tilting your head, feeling some of your brain cells rebooting.

She glares at you, but doesn’t confirm.

“I didn’t know you were coming either.” You admit, crossing your arms. “How have you been?”

You’re not sure why you asked that. You don’t really want to know…but that’s a normal thing to say when you haven’t seen someone in a while…so it just kind of came out.

“I’m fine. I miss you”

“Yeah. That’s unfortunate. “ you scoff. “Almost like I missed you when you went on a weekend golf trip..… oh wait!!! I think he was actually at your house.”

You point at Ji-ah, smiling a devilish grin. You feel some of the original anger bubbling up inside you in waves. It makes you feel a little better to see the look on her face when he admitted to missing you. Once a cheater, always a cheater.

Being alone with the two of them reminds you of all the hurt over the past few months. Reminds you of all the times you heard your friends telling you that you deserved better. Reminds you of the countless hours you spent in the gym or doing extra skincare because you just didn’t feel pretty enough. You finally realize, in this moment, that he just wasn’t worth any of it. You’re good enough, he just didn’t see it.

“But it doesn’t really matter anymore. I don’t miss you anymore.” You finally verbalize.

“Come on, that’s not fair…” Mingyu starts, and you hear Chan’s voice cutting him off.

“I think it is fair. Coming from someone who was in her same situation.” You turn to see him walking into the kitchen, hands in his pockets. Jun and Hao are following on his heels. They must have noticed Mingyu heading in this direction.

“Who the fuck are you” Mingyu questions, eyes narrowing in on where you instinctively grab his hand.

“None of your business anymore.” You answer, stepping backwards. “Come to think of it,” you sigh, looking at Chan, “I’ve had enough to drink.” You set the soju on the counter. “Can you still drive me.”

Chan nods, allowing you to pull him away.

“Did you really move on that fast?” Mingyu calls after you, stopping you dead in your tracks.

You whip around, feeling flames in your eyes. “It’s been three months Mingyu. You’re the one who moved on BEFORE THE RELATIONSHIP WAS EVEN OVER. What kind of fucking audacity do you have to say something like that!?”

You release your grip on Chan’s hand so you can stomp back, shoving Mingyu in the chest. Last time you saw each other, you didn’t get to say any of this. You were a crying, blubbering mess, begging him to explain. This time, you were just mad - And you were going to speak your mind.

“What did you want me to do? Did you want me to cry in the middle of the grocery store? Check. Did you want me to drink myself to sleep for two weeks straight? Congratulations. Were you hoping I’d obsessively stalk her instagram and compare our bodies?! Another winner. “ You gesture towards Ji-Ah.

You watch as his he clenches his jaw, clearly uncomfortable hearing how you handled the breakup.

“Did you want me to sit around and mope? I’m done with that. Of course I moved on.”

“I wasn’t implying you should stay sad..” He mumbles

“Sad is an understatement.” You point at Ji-ah again. “and I don’t know what you’re still doing with him.”

“Can we talk outside?” Mingyu asks, trying to grab your wrist.

You jerk away. “No. I’m sorry, is this embarrassing for you?” You motion to the 3 guys in the doorway. “is it a little awkward that they know you cheated?”

“Y/N. Calm down.”

“I’m calm. For the first time in a while, I don’t feel confused. I feel completely clear. I see that this relationship is long over, and I have no more intention to pine after it or repair it. I’ll see you around.”

You turn away, ready to be done with the conversation for real. You grab Chan’s hand again and he squeezes it in silent support as you head towards the front door.

You can’t really focus on much as you exit the house. Your heart is pounding really hard and you hear it beating in your ears. Your vision is blurred and You’re not sure if it’s the alcohol, or the realization hitting that you just went off on KIM MINGYU, President of the most popular frat (thankfully not Chan’s frat) in university, in front of several people. Maybe it’s a mixture of both. You don’t say anything else as Chan leads you down the long driveway and to his Black Porsche. At a different time, you might admire the fact that he has a Porsche, but right now you’re just ready to get out of here.

He opens the door for you, and you slide in, the cool leather causing you to shiver. You pull his jacket tighter around you and watch as he walks around to the driver’s side.

He slides in and turns the car on, but he doesn’t start driving. He just turns to you with a soft expression. “Are you okay?”

“Yes. I think so. Maybe.” You link your hands together, fidgeting with them. “I’m sorry that I dragged you into all of this.”

“Technically”, he corrects “I put myself right into the middle of this.”

“You rub your hands through your hair, and finally allow yourself to exhale. “Thank you. I’m not sure what I expected out of tonight, but I definitely didn’t mean to scream at my Ex boyfriend in front of you.”

He reaches over and pulls your hand out of your hair, holding it on the center console.

“I thought it was kind of hot.”

You bite your tongue in surprise. “Are you kidding? I actually sounded like a woman scorned.”

“Y/N” he tilts his head with a ‘come on, listen to what i’m saying’ expression. “I went through the same thing. All of those feelings you have…I had them too.”

You blink at him silently.

“Put it this way” He explains. “You know that moment when you’re reading a book or watching a movie and you know the story is building up to a blowout? You’re waiting for your favorite character to stand up for themselves and put the antagonist in their place?”

You nod, understanding his words with a bit of pride.

“That’s how your conversation felt to me. I felt proud of you for realizing your own worth and taking the power he holds over you away.”

“Thanks” you mutter.

He squeezes your hand again.

“And while I’m being honest” he adds, ‘Can I admit something?”

You nod

He stares at you with his deep brown eyes for a second before continuing.

“I know we just met. and I know it’s been a crazy night…but it’s actually been kind of the best date ever.”

You can’t help but hide your face in your hands and blush.

“Can I be honest too?” You peek back at him

“Please.”

“I really want you to come home with me.”

You see him smile with his eyes.

“Done.”

***

The drive home is quick, and kind of a blur. His hand finds its way to your thigh and you’re trying to give him directions but really all you can think about is the way his hair falls into his eyes in the dim lighting and what it might look like falling into his eyes over the top of you. A right turn here, a left turn there, a quick kiss at the red light. (you blushing after said kiss).

It’s hot how easily he parallel parks on the street and hot when he makes you wait for him to open your door. It makes you drool when he makes it a point to open his trunk, pulling out a pair of sweats that Seungkwan had returned to him earlier, saying “I’m sleeping over, right?” You obviously say yes and lead him towards your apartment.

You unlock the door and practically drag him inside, starting to feel impatient. You want to jump his bones immediately, but he’s a little more level headed. He takes off his shoes and looks around, taking in your space. Luckily you cleaned up today. He makes a basic comment about how girls decorate way better than guys and then (finally) after what feels like ages (it was like 30 seconds) he asks where your room is. You grab his hand and walk backwards, dragging him through your door and closing it behind you, despite the fact that you know you’re home alone.

You keep walking backwards until your knees hit the bed and you fall backwards onto the plush mattress. Chan follows, not letting go of your hands. He captures your lips with his before you’re even flat on your back and lifts your hands up near your head, linking your fingers together. His thumb draws little circles along your hand and you relish in the sweet touch compared with the weight. He’s basically pinning you to the comforter since he’s holding his own weight up with your clasped hands. Your kiss is just as deep and passionate as it was in that hallway. His lips are warm, and yours are burning with the lust. Both of you are breathing hot breaths into each other but you can’t be bothered to break away.

You kiss and kiss and kiss until his hands leave yours to roam elsewhere. He reaches inside his jacket (that you might just steal) to grasp your slender waist, a place he’s grown very fond of over the course of the evening. It’s fast, he knows, but he feels like he could hold onto your hips forever. He really likes the way you melt into him and the way you arch upwards when his hands plant there. He likes the way one of his knees is in between your legs, and the way you look down at it with a devilish smile. The way you not-so subtly rut into his thigh with your core….and wow he loves the way you bite back a little sigh of relief.

It’s amazing to you how much you’re enjoying just the little touches. The way you’re moving slowly but it still has your head spinning like a top. The way he tickles your waist just a bit and the way he playfully bites your lip. You’ve had plenty of hookups, plenty of sex that went from zero to one-hundred in two minutes tops. Chan is different. He’s appreciating you in the most modest way first. Working you up. He’s worshiping your lips and appreciating you with your clothes on. He’s in no rush, and you have a feeling he could keep you up all night.

“I like you in my jacket” he smiles, licking his lips “maybe you should keep it”

“I was already planning on it” you giggle, sitting upwards to slide it off. “better not ruin it.”

“Oh i didn’t finish” he grins, pulling your shirt up and over your head. “I think you should keep it on.” he leans down to whisper in your ear “but i think you should keep just the jacket on.”

You visibly shudder at the words. and at the feeling of his hot breath against your neck. He starts to kiss there, leaving a string of burning marks along your neck, working his way to your collarbone, dressed only in the thin strap of your bra at this point. His big hands reach up to unclasp the lacy material, pulling away for a short second to confirm “can i?”

“Please” you whimper, wanting his lips back on your skin immediately.

He unclasps the bra and slides it off of your shoulders…painfully slowly. He throws it over his shoulder, in the same direction as your shirt before admiring your bare chest. He looks at you like you’re the best dessert he’s ever ordered, and you feel your skin shiver at the way he looks up through his blonde bangs, locking eyes with you.

“You” he starts, pulling you upwards and forwards until you’re both facing each other on your knees, “are going to be the death of me.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, keeping them straight so your elbows are resting on his shoulders and your chest is pulled tight against his clothed one.

“If you really feel that way” you nuzzle into his neck “you might as well die naked.”

His body reacts to your taunting faster than his brain does, and it’s merely a second until his shirt is discarded as well, abs glistening in the low lamplight of your room. You capture him in another kiss, appreciating how toned he is pressed against you. You allow your arms to curl into his hair for a while before rubbing them down his back, feeling his muscles twitch at the grazing of your touch. When they reach his waistband you allow them to move to his front, rubbing up the strong lines of his stomach. This flusters him just enough for you to flip your position, laying him flat against your pillows/headboard and straddling his lap.

You take a moment to pull away from the kiss, raising your hands up above your head in a stretch, teasing him a little. Chan’s jaw drops open as he gets a front row seat of your nipples, hard and perky right in front of him. He also notices the small tattoo on your ribcage of a diamond and reaches forward to touch it. You allow your head to fall back as he wraps his hands around your ribs, thumb staying over the tattoo. He leans forward and takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking and kissing it with so much desire.

“Chan” you sigh towards the ceiling, gripping at his hair again. “yes.”

You feel him harden underneath you at the gasp of his name, and you can’t help but rub against him. “you like it when I say your name, huh?”

He pulls away to appreciate your other nipple, mumbling a “so much” as he does so.

You continue looking upwards, eyes falling shut as he worships your sensitive nubs. You rut against him again and he bites the nipple, earning a little shriek from your lips.

“If you want my dick that badly, just ask, baby.” he says, tongue darting out to soothe your flesh.

Your hands tug at the ends of his hair where they connect with his neck, forcing him to look upwards and you lean over, mouth hovering just over his. “Ok, Dino.” you emphasize the nickname. “I want your dick. I want your dick so far up my pussy that it remembers the shape tomorrow.”

He bucks up into you, laughing as you involuntarily moan at the friction. “You can have it.”

He pulls at your jeans and you lift up, helping him slide them off. You have to sit back on his shins for a split second to get them over your ankles before you’re straddling him in only underwear.

He rolls you again so you are underneath him and he shucks off his jeans and underwear together in record speed. You’re expecting him to rip off your underwear and wreck you senseless, but instead he reaches his hands into your lacy covering and rubs in tight circles, kissing the spot in between your boobs as he does so. Your eyes roll back at the stimulation and you breath a soft “ oh god” to the sky.

“You can have it……” he repeats “later”

that’s all the warning you have before he’s plunging his middle finger into you. Your breathing picks up as he pumps it into you, still rubbing your clit with his thumb. Your body morphs into his, arching and girating against his single digit. you grab at your boobs to have something to hold onto, and bite your bottom lip. He curls his finger to just the right angle, snapping his wrist up, up, up.

“fuck” you moan “another chan, give me another.”

He pulls out just long enough to pull your underwear off, shoving it back in within seconds.

“good girl” he smirks, adding a second finger and leaning into your neck, sucking hard enough to form a hickey.

your mouth falls open and your breaths are loud, steady and mostly airy with a hint of moaning.

“Do you want to come more than once” he asks, trailing his kisses from your neck and up to the sensitive spot behind your ear. “I could eat you out. edge you. fuck you into the wall. what do you want baby?”

“so…ohhhhh” you moan loudly when a third finger enters your vagina, “so generous fuckkkk”

he relishes in the fact that his fingers feel so good you can’t even answer his question. He continues plunging in and out, the loud squelch of your wetness making him harder each second.

“Wall Channie. Dick. wall. standing up, oh god.” you groan. “but after. I want this longer.” Your hips jerk upward in confirmation that you want him just like this.

“Anything for you, princess.” he shifts his body down, settling his head in between your legs. You’re already close with the three digits working you, but it’s borderline euphoric when he licks a stripe up your folds, moaning with intense vibrations against your cunt. His second hand takes over rubbing circles against your clitoris and his tongue starts go dip into your hole alongside the fingers, stiffened and quick. You can’t help but clench your teeth, realizing that this is the best head you’ve ever had. You’re mumbling absolute nonsense like “god, oh god keep going” and “just like that, just like that.” You’re pathetic for him. A writhing whimpering mess. His lips latch around your clit and he sucks on it, sending mind numbing shockwaves through your entire pussy and up your back.

“So good” he mumbles into you, picking up the pace even quicker. How that’s even possible, you’re not sure. You’re too incoherent to notice how he’s humping the bed in time with the pace you’re humping his face. He’s so turned on by you - the sounds you’re making, that he’s feeling desperate for some sort of release. He needs you to finish so he can take a moment to cool himself down.

He continues working you with his hands, lifting his face to your neck. he bites at your flesh and nibbles on your ear. “come for me.” he moans directly into you, hot breath sending shivers through your body. You feel a burning, bubbling sensation in your gut and know you’re close.

“yes sir” you choke out as the orgasm hits you. hard. You’re seeing white. Seeing stars and reaching out to grab his shoulder, something to steady you while you float into oblivion. Your legs are shaking and he keeps his fingers inside, working you through it, feeling the way you pulse around him…wishing it was already his dick being squeezed and milked. Wishes he could fill you up and test how your pussy reacts.

You’re moaning his name. Chanting it like a prayer. He feels dizzy just hearing it. “Chan, oh my god Chan.” He loves it. You slowly start to feel the world come back and you squeeze your legs shut, pinning his hand. You’re reaching overstimulation territory and he understands, using his knee to push yours open just enough to pull his fingers out of you, sucking them into his mouth, licking your juices off of them. He then grabs onto your side again, leaning forward for another kiss. You taste yourself on his lips and smile when he shares, voice gravely, “I could hear you moan my name every day.”

“Chan” you whimper into his mouth “Chan with magic fingers.”

He shivers against you and you pull him into a hug, closing your eyes. You feel his hard-on against your stomach and smile. “give me 60 seconds” you instruct “and then I expect you to rail me against the wall.”

He slides his hand upwards, cupping the side of your breast, wordlessly agreeing with another kiss to your neck. You lay there, appreciating the way he’s still exploring your body while you rest. The little tickles along your skin feel like fireworks despite the fact you just orgasmed harder than any man’s fingers or face have ever made you come.

“On one condition” he finally says (after a bit longer than the 60 seconds).

“hmm” you mumble, eyes still closed.

He flips you onto your stomach wordlessly, surprising you with his warm hands pressing you down. He rubs his cock through your wet folds from above you and groans, both hands rubbing along your back. “such a pretty back” he notes, touching your second tattoo of a flower. He leans down to kiss it before mumbling. “Too bad i’ll need to cover this up.” You’re only confused for a moment before he’s leaning across the bed to his jacket, sliding it on your otherwise naked form. You weakly move your arms, helping him slide it on with a smile. “I told you I wanted to fuck you in this” he says, getting off of you so he can pull you to a standing position next to the bed.

You turn to face him with rosy cheeks and grin at his puffy lips and messed up hair. You’re sure that you probably look twice as fucked out, and can’t help but glance to the mirror in the corner to check. He steps around you, hands wrapping around in a back hug, staring into the mirror too. “Do you see how sexy it is?” He asks, pulling it open enough so your tits are exposed. You lean back into him, sliding your hands up so they’re circling your nipples. You smirk at him through the reflection, licking your lips and tilting your head.

“I could get used to this.”

He kisses behind your ear, sliding his hand down into your…his pocket, coming out with a condom in his hand. You giggle. “has that been in there all night?”

“No. I stole it from a bowl in Seungkwan’s entryway on our way out the door. I slipped it in the pocket without you noticing.” he laughs bringing the package up to his teeth. You stop him before he can rip it open. “We don’t need it…as long as you’re clean…” you look up shyly.

His eyes widen…and darken at the same time. “You’re sure?” he confirms.

You nod, pulling the wrapper from his hand and sliding it back into the jacket pocket. “IUD…I want to feel you..completely.”

He pulls you backwards with a grin until he’s leaning against the wall, kissing you again for a few moments before trailing two fingers down your body. Starting at your neck and wandering across your collarbone, in between your breasts and down your abdomen. You’re sensitive to his touch but don’t want him to stop. You sigh as his fingers reach your nub, rubbing small circles before slipping back inside you, scissoring to stretch you out. Fingers still inside, he turns you so your back is the one against the wall, and he lifts your leg around his hip. He pulls his fingers out after deciding you’re thoroughly sloppy and wet and stretched from before. You don’t really need more prep, and if you’re honest, you don’t want any more. You just want him. Inside you. Now.

You pull his hair and tilt his head so you’re cheek to cheek, arching your chest into his again. “Please, Channie. I’m ready.”

He gets the hint, and he’s feeling pretty insatiable himself, so he lines himself up with your hole and slides home, slowly. His dick is the perfect size. It’s big and long, but slender enough to feel good and not painful. He gives you a second to nod once he bottoms out and then he’s moving. He pulls about 3/4 of the way out before ramming into you again, hitting your G-Spot with extreme accuracy. You almost choke on the realization. One thrust and he’s found your perfect angle.

“right there” you almost scream. “holy fuck.”

He picks up the pace, setting a rhythm and gripping you for balance. He’s holding your left leg up around his hip and grasping your waist with the other. You have one hand on his shoulder to steady you and the other reaches behind you, above your head, bent elbow and palm flat to the wall. You match his pace with your own hips, rolling into him each time he pushes inwards.

in, out, in out, he’s pounding hard. almost completely leaving you before ramming in, again, again, again.

You look sideways, catching a perfect view of your position in the mirror. You admire the way his thigh muscles tense as he pushes forwards and enjoy the feeling of his hot breath on your neck. You’ve always appreciated a vocal partner, but something about just the sounds of his hitched breathing is more than enough. You know you’re getting close again, which is just not acceptable. You want this…no…you NEED this to last longer. You can feel his thrusts becoming more erratic too and know he must be getting close as well. “fuck chan” you moan, trying to gather your thoughts amidst the ecstasy. “hitting my spot way too good”

“yeah?” he groans into your neck, “you like it baby?”

“I like it so much” you pinch into the skin of his shoulder, leaving nail marks. “Please, please.. god… oh my god.. let me ride you” you get out, brain hazy and sentence choppy.

you feel him twitch at the request and he slows down his pounding so that he can lift your other leg up, you instinctively wrap it around his other hip in a koala hug. He carries you back to the bed and pulls out, eliciting a pout from you. He lets out a low, sexy chuckle at the whine. “You’re the one who wanted to switch positions.”

He’s not wrong.

You reach forward to touch him and he surprises you by giving you his dick instead of his full body. You wrap your fingers around it, just barely unable to close around the thickness. You stroke him and watch as his head dips forward, mouth hanging open. You would love it in your mouth, can feel yourself salivating over the thought but you just had him inside you up against a wall and you can’t go backwards from that feeling. You need him back inside you asap. He seems to agree because he’s soon kneeling over you, straddling you and thrusting his hard cock into your grip. “You can help me finish like this” he groans, basically using your hand as a fuck toy. “or you can bounce on it. But either way I’m not gonna last much longer.”

You release your grip and push him to the side. He rolls onto his back and scoots upwards on the bed, freeing up room for you to kneel over him, mimicking his straddle from before. You line up again and drop your body weight onto his throbbing member, feeling immediately deeper than before. Even better. His hands reach their favorite spot of the evening - your hips - and yours are on his chest, pushing him deep enough to leave an imprint on your mattress. Not that you’d mind. his hips are wildly jerking up into you and you eat up the way his skin is bumping against your clit.

His skin underneath you is hot, and his eyes are burning into the spot where your intimate parts meet. He’s in heaven. His hands move from their place to rest on top of yours on his chest. He links your fingers together and lifts his arms above his head, pulling you forward to hit a different angle. you squeak at the surprise fall and he smiles at how your lips are now close enough to kiss. He can’t really kiss you with how close he is though. He more so just breathes into your open mouth, an occasional grunt coming out.

“Where do you want it” he finally asks, as your bouncing becomes faster and his hips thrust even harder. “You have like 3 seconds to decide.”

You nonverbally answer for him when you pull off of his dick and shove it into your mouth, just in time for his release. His eyes grow wide as he realizes what you’re doing. You stroke his cock through the orgasm, choking slightly on the white strings of cum shooting down your throat. But you take it like a champ. You swallow all you can and pull off with a loud popping sound, wiping at the mess on your chin. He looks more surprised than any man before when you’ve done this and you smile, Moving back up to sit on his thighs.

“that” he starts, mouth wide “was the hottest fucking thing anyone has ever done.”

You just smile at him and crawl back up to collapse by his side. You expected that to be the end of things but Chan is observant enough to realize that through his mind blowing orgasm, you still didn’t finish again. and Chan ALWAYS makes sure his girl comes more than once.

His fingers are inside of you again without another word and you’re still so worked up that he starts with three at once. You’re laying on your side next to him, slowly turning onto your back with each flick of his wrist so that he can properly help you finish.

You moan as he nips at your nipple, grinding into his hand faster. “I’m almost there” you breathe, arching your back. “keep going, keep going, faster.” He listens and speeds up just enough for you to feel that bubbly, euphoric explosion inside.

Your legs pinch closed as he helps you ride out the orgasm, and he has to nudge one again with his elbow in order to get his hand out, licking his fingers once he does so.

You lay there for a moment, curling up into his side as if you were always meant to be there. Your bodies fit so perfectly together, like the pieces of a puzzle made by fate. How else were you to end up in this situation? You can’t help but contemplate in the afterglow about how lucky you were to run into him tonight. About how this evening could have gone so disastrously wrong, but he made sure it went so right.

—

The clean up process was cute. Domestic. Chan carried you to the bathroom on his back and warmed up the shower before stepping in with you, rubbing soap up and down your body in a soothing way. He didn’t try to initiate anything else for the night, he just softly kissed your shoulder once or twice, massaged out a knot in your neck and admired how your body reacted to his soft touches.

After deciding you were both properly clean, and after changing the sheets, you’re cuddled up in bed with sleep on the horizon. You’re on your sides, your back tucked into his chest and his arms wrapped around you. He’s lazily drawing circles on one of your arms when he speaks up.

“Y/N?” his voice is gravely and tired, somewhere in a halfway state between awake and asleep.

“Yes?” you mumble, eyes still closed.

“Will you go on another date with me tomorrow?’

You smile and nuzzle further back into him. “I would love that.”

“Good.” he shares. “and I’m going to make you breakfast.”

“Does that count as another date? Or is it part of this one?” you counter.

“That’s part of this one.” He concludes. “The other date is a surprise.”

You blush a little. It’s sweet that he’s already making plans to spend more time with you.

His hand moves from your arm to your hand and he rests his fingers over yours.

“you really are so pretty..”

and that’s the last thing you really remember before a comfortable sleep overtakes both of you. And you dream about all of the possibilities tomorrow entails.

And in your sleep you realize that maybe running away from Mingyu at that frat party was the best thing that ever happened to you….

****

[shegotheruby]

REUNION.

Coming home for your high school reunion (where your high school ex lives) maybe wasn't the best idea.

Good thing you've got Jihoon to come home to at the end of it all.

wc: 8,000

tw: violence, original characters, attempt of coercion (not from woozi), smut, fluff..so much fluff.

18+ MDNI.

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Dating Seventeen’s Producer has it’s perks, and it’s downfalls.

Perk: He writes you little verses sometimes to express his love. Jihoon has never been super comfortable with bringing up his feelings verbally, but somehow singing them or writing them down makes it easier for him. You appreciate everything because you like to keep his little napkin notes and 30 second melodies jotted down on a crumpled paper locked away inside a box in your closet. You love him - and he knows it. He loves you too.

Downfall: You do have to hide the relationship. You’re the extroverted one in the pair, always excited to share things with the people you trust. If it were up to you, your instagram feed would be full of the cute pictures you have stored away of him. If it were up to you, you’d scream from the rooftops how happy he makes you. You would tell everyone and their dog about how Jihoon is the most attentive and most wonderful boyfriend you could have ever dreamed of.

Perk: He’s secretly an amazing masseuse. You assume it’s because of his ability to play so many instruments - but he is so good at sensing when you are stressed or tense. He’ll lay you on your stomach and tease the knots out of your neck and shoulders, peppering your back with soft kisses before taking you into the bathroom for a hot bath. He’ll bring you a coke zero to sip on, even though he’ll drink half of it before it even reaches your lips. Neither of you have much of an affinity for drinking alcohol, but you often bring each other random sodas and snacks to share.

Downfall: He travels a lot. You always miss him when he is away, cuddling a pillow to fall asleep. The pillows are never as warm as he is..and they don’t hug you back. But you’re proud of him. You’re always proudly watching the live streams and giggling like a fangirl when he does something hot. The way his sultry eyes lock into the camera sends heat into your stomach, knowing that stare really is for you, and you alone despite the many people watching.

Perk: There was once an article written about your boyfriend in a Japanese magazine. It said “He probably seems shy and blunt, but he has profound emotion, and once he becomes close to someone, such a close relationship will continue forever.” You couldn’t have said it better yourself. His emotional intelligence far surpasses any other man you’ve met.

You could go on and on listing the pros and cons, but the pros will always far, far outweigh any negatives. You are completely head over heels in love with him. He is sweet and thoughtful, and he somehow knows exactly how to tailor to your appreciation of all five love languages. He pretends to hate hugging and physical touch, but he’s so soft for you, always giving you back hugs and cheek kisses.

With all of that said…you really wish on nights like tonight that people knew what he was to you.

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You’re sitting in the middle of your high school reunion, dressed to the nines. You’re wearing every accessory your friends would die to have, luxury brands your boyfriend spoils you with daily, but you’d rather have him on your arm instead. You’re sitting at a round table with your high school best friends, who know nothing about your current relationship due to the fact that you moved away after graduation.

You didn’t move far, only about two hours away, but the natural business of university -and eventually jobs- did interfere with your efforts to stay in touch. It didn’t help that all of your friends stayed in the same town, dating each other and eventually settling down. It was weird seeing the people you ate lunch with every day now kissing each other and wearing wedding rings, but here you were. It was funny, the way this night brought so many memories flooding back. Thoughts of the time you snuck into the school in the middle of the night to make out with your senior year boyfriend. The memories of competing on the dance team, and of the time you convinced the librarian her car was being towed so you could change all of the computer’s background screens.

You’re pulled out of your little trance by said ex boyfriend (Dae), sitting across from you.

“So, Y/N…Nobody has talked to you in a while, what have you been up to?”

“Honestly I’ve been super busy” you share your memorized speech, “I’ve been working really hard on writing my next book and hope to release it by the end of the year.”

Your girl friends all start to make “ooh” sounds, and you hope you’ve thoroughly distracted them from asking more details about your life - but Dae isn’t having it.

“Social media could tell me that. I hope the book is going to tell us about your love life.” He half heartedly jokes.

Your cheeks blush red. This was the one question you were hoping to avoid all night, and yet, here it is during the first 20 minutes of dinner.

Your other friends take the bait and chime in “yes have you been dating?” and “I was wondering if there was a special someone who gave you that necklace.”

Yes … the necklace IS from your boyfriend, but you’re going to leave that out for now.

You talked about this with Jihoon while making the drive to your hometown. He came along with you, opting to spend some time with your parents while you attended the event. You came up with a bunch of answers to this question, and even through every practiced response, you felt a bit of pain not being able to share the full truth. He understands, because he has to hide this too, but the company would freak if they found out their precious Woozi isn’t a single heartthrob they want to market him as.

If you had it your way, the response to the question would be snarky and a little bit petty. The fact that Dae asked you about your love life feels hurtful and inappropriate, given the fact that it was his fault your high school relationship ended. Even after five years, you would love to put him in his place.

And yet, you can hear Jihoon’s voice in your head. “Be the bigger person, Jigiya. Your love life is plenty fulfilled, right?” And even the Jihoon in your mind is always right, So, you reluctantly begin your pre-planned speech.

“I’ve dated, In fact I do have a boyfriend right now. His name is J and I could have dragged him here tonight, but he’s on a business trip.”

You accept the questions that fly your way with a practiced grace.

Where did you meet him? At work.

What does he do for work? He’s also a writer (not completely a lie).

Do you have a picture together? You just got a new phone, so regretfully no.

What about social media? He doesn’t use it and you haven’t actually posted him yet. You’ve been to busy updating about your writing, (also not completely a lie).

No picture? You must be lying…

Yeah it does kind of sound that way, believe what you want.

The one question you weren’t expecting, comes from your old friend, Tyler.

“Relationship aside, why didn’t you stay in touch with any of us? Personally, I would have loved to hear that you were dating after such an intense and sudden goodbye.” He makes a face towards your ex, and you almost sense some tension between the two of them.

You felt his question like a stab to the heart. It’s true, your goodbye was painful. You found out Dae had cheated on you just days before moving to Seoul, and you didn’t take it well at all. Not only did you throw a textbook at him, resulting in a black eye, you iced out the entire friend group.

You were hurt, and it sucked even more to find out that some of them knew about the infidelity. You’re not even sure why you’re here tonight - you suppose there is just something tugging you towards resolving the unresolved things in your life.

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You know it was immature to pull away from the group as a whole. There's a part of you that believes this reunion might be a good place to pick up the pieces. A place to take out some of that hurt still sitting like weight inside your ribcage, like it’s a game of operation.

Jihoon was originally the one who picked up your broken pieces and glued them back together again. You were working on a writing project at Anyang University when you bumped into him, knocking some papers out of his hands. You bent down to pick them up and locked eyes. The rest was history, and truly made you believe in love at first sight. He was the one who made you laugh when you wanted to cry. The one who kissed you until you were out of breath, and the man who rebuilt your self confidence brick by brick.

You helped him too. It was no secret to the rest of the world that your boyfriend earned a graduate degree, but what the world doesn’t know is that you were there, every day with him, studying for tests and proof reading his essays.

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“I..don’t know, Tyler” you admit, eyes dropping to your lap. “I missed all of you, I just had a hard time adjusting to a different life after I left.”

“We missed you too, Y/N. Please keep in touch from now on.” Tyler responds, voice kind.

You smile and begin to ask them questions about what they’ve been doing for the past few years

Having the focus off of you and onto the others does help you to feel more comfortable. The conversation begins to naturally flow and you almost don’t realize it’s time to wrap up dinner until your class president stands at the front of the room with a microphone.

“Everyone, thank you so much for attending our class reunion!” She begins, “throughout the past five years each of you has branched out and created an adult life for yourselves. In celebration of everyone’s life changes, and out of a little selfish nostalgia, the other class officers and myself have created a presentation for the night.”

The large screen behind her hums to life and your class picture, taken at graduation, appears on the screen. She guides the group through a journey down memory lane, sharing old pictures and memories from your time together. You see the dance team, and your heart warms seeing the trophy you were holding in the center of it all. The presentation moves through different clubs, sports events, awards, pranks, lunchtime selfies, etc. It soon shows screen grabs of the pages in your yearbook where everyone filled out superlatives. You had been voted “most likely to become a celebrity” and everyone at your table laughed, because let’s be honest… you kind of are famous.

After graduation you poured your emotions into your book series, and you’re now halfway through the end of the romance trilogy. The first two books immediately started trending online and you have a strong fanbase welcoming the upcoming third.

“Oh we actually guessed one right” your class president jokes, after realizing the other superlatives were not even close to true after the passing of time. “Y/N, would you like to say some words?”

You’re shocked at the sudden attention on you, not having any sort of speech prepared. You feel lucky that you’ve watched Jihoon practice for so many interviews, because you do feel like you can kind of make something up on the spot. You stand from your chair and walk to the front of the room, aware of some sudden phones recording you.

“Hi everyone, It’s nice to see your smiling faces!” you grin, turning on what Jihoon calls your ‘cute girl charm.’ “I don’t know if I would call myself a Celebrity like the yearbook does…” You gesture towards the screen, “But I do feel extremely grateful for all of the love and support I’ve received through the release of my first two books. I’ve never actually shared this publicly before, but I was originally inspired to write the series after moving away from here.” You gesture towards the building you’d spent so much time in. “I was feeling nostalgic one night and decided to pour that emotion in a story. I won’t take much time, but I guess this is my way of saying thank you to everyone for giving me something good to remember when I write.”

You give the room a quick bow before returning to your seat, cameras still following you.

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The rest of the night proceeds like normal, but Dae doesn’t seem to look away from you. Anywhere you look, every way you turn, you can feel his eyes burning into the back of your skull. It’s making you kind of uncomfortable. There is music blaring through some overhead speakers and everyone is dancing, lights dimmed low. In another life you would be dancing with them, but all you can think about is your Ex who is staring at you, and your current boyfriend who is likely curled up on the couch gossiping with your parents as they show him baby pictures.

You want nothing more than to be curled up into his side, comfy sweats and a cup of tea in your hand.

Your plan was to walk home with your friend Shin who lives next door to your parent’s house, but you’ve decided to leave earlier than her. She tries to convince you to stay, but you make up a fake excuse about having a headache and tell her you’ll be fine, it’s just a few blocks and your town is safe.

At least it was.

You’re barely outside of the front doors when you feel a strong hand grabbing your arm. You turn around and find yourself face to face with the man you’re so ready to get away from, and a pit of worry starts to form in your stomach.

“Don’t go.” Dae begs, hand still on your arm.

You try to wiggle a bit so he’ll let go, but he doesn’t budge.

“Why not? My head is hurting.” You act, pulling back again.

He makes an annoyed face, “That’s bullshit and we both know it.”

“Why the fuck would you know anything about me?” You retort, finally pulling out of his grip - which doesn’t help because he just grabs you on the shoulders with both hands anyways.

“I used to know everything about you.”

“Before you cheated and broke my heart.” you almost spit at him. “please let go.”

“If I let go are you going to run away again?”

“I didn’t run away the first time. I moved to college. Like normal people my age.”

“look, y/n…” his voice trails, “i made a mistake and I’ve thought about you every day since.”

your entire body stills. You feel your blood chill at the way he’s looking at you like you’re everything he’s ever wanted. There was a time when that was all YOU wanted, but now it just makes you cringe.

You think about Jihoon, and how being this close to another man is disrespecting the intense love you have for him. You think about the times you spent crying over the thought that you weren’t good enough, not pretty enough or thin enough for Dae to want you. Yes your blood is chilled to your core, but it’s also simultaneously on fire. Boiling with rage because how dare he say this to you now? All these years later. After you healed and moved on.

It’s only hands that are gripping your shoulders, but they might as well be needles from the way you want them off of you. You peek downwards for just enough time to speed dial Jihoon’s number before shoving your phone into your clutch, out of sight.

“Don’t say that. You’re here with another woman.” You point out.

“That was only to make you jealous. I miss you.”

“Don’t say that either. I’m in a very happy relationship.”

“I don’t believe that either. I think you want me to think you’ve moved on when in reality you still want me too.”

“No. I don’t want you. I haven’t wanted you for years. And I Most definitely, DO have a boyfriend. Please get off of me.”

“Y/N come on. Remember when we used to sneak around this school, kissing in the shadows?”

He steps towards you, and you try to step away with no luck. He has you pinned against a wall, and there’s definitely nobody else around to stop him from what he does next. He leans forward to try to kiss you, but you turn your face so he manages only to kiss your cheek.

“Please stop” you try to sound firm, but a little bit of your fear seeps out. “I don’t want to kiss you.”

“Just give up the act, baby” he breaths into your ear, sending painful shivers down your spine. “I can still make you feel good.”

“No you fucking can’t, and no you fucking won’t” you shove, kneeing him in the groin and maneuvering out of his hold.

“Y/N?” you turn towards the entrance of the school and see Tyler and Shin standing in the doorway, mouths dropped wide open. The other friends in the group standing behind them, whispering about what they must have just witnessed. Tears are threatening to spill from your eyes, but you’ll be damned if you let this son of a bitch make you cry again.

“um..it’s fine..” you start to lie, but they saw it. They saw you knee your ex boyfriend and push him away from trying to coerce you into consent.

“No, I don’t think it is…” Shin says, glaring at Dae.

The other friends start to nod in agreement when their attention is suddenly focused on something behind you. You turn to see a black car - your dad’s car - in the roundabout used for dropping off students. The passenger side swings open and within 3 seconds your boyfriend is storming out of the car and towards you.

“is that…?”

“What is Woozi doing here?”

“Oh my god that’s Woozi!”

you hear a chorus of realization singing from the girls behind you, but all you can do is freeze in terror because

1. You’re about to blow your carefully crafted cover 2. He looks absolutely divine. White dress shirt rolled up to the elbows, black hair perfectly styled and black slacks framing his figure. You’d cry at how attractive he looks were it not for the feral anger brimming in his eyes as he storms towards you and your former group.

“Are you Dae?” He asks, stepping up to the man.

“Um.. Yes?” He answers, obviously confused why an Idol knows his name.

He doesn’t have much time to register the interaction before Jihoon is throwing a punch straight into his jaw.

Everyone gasps - including you - because in all of the years you’ve known him, you’ve never actually seen Jihoon get ANGRY. Sure you’ve seen him frustrated or a bit mad, but never fuming like this, and certainly never violent.

“If you ever touch my girlfriend again I’ll put you in a fucking hospital.” He barks, hand snaking around your waist.

“We’re leaving.” He announces, grabbing your clutch with his other hand and ushering you towards the car.

A few steps away you hear one of your girl friends call out to you. “Y/N…?” her voice trails.

You turn back and count 7 faces. 7 people that witnessed your famous boyfriend throw a punch and whisk you away without so much as a nod in their direction. 7 faces that will probably post all over the internet that “Seventeen’s Woozi isn’t so single after all.”

“Um…Hang on” you stop walking, turning to face Jihoon. Your hand is on his arm and you don’t even have to say anything. Simply looking into his eyes is all you need to communicate what you want, and he wordlessly understands you. He nods and you turn to face your friends.

“I’m sorry I lied to you…just…please don’t say anything..” you bite your lip.

Shin’s jaw is still on the floor, and Tyler is still just glaring at Dae, seemingly frozen in confusion.

“We…won’t” Tyler promises.

“I understand why you didn’t say anything.” Shin agrees. and you nod, ready to walk away again.

Tyler’s voice stops you again as he calls, “Y/N… we meant it when we all said we missed you. Please keep in touch.”

your eyes scan back towards Dae, who is holding his jaw and leaning against the wall. He looks pissed.

“We’ll take care of him.” Tyler finishes, taking a step towards your ex.

That’s all you need to continue towards the car. Jihoon opens the backseat door for you and you slide inside before he closes it and walks around to the other side of the backseat. He climbs in and you drive away.

“Hi dad.” You almost whisper, noting his presence in the driver’s seat.

“Hi pumpkin.” He answers. “are you okay?”

You sit for a brief moment in silence.

“no” you admit, finally allowing your tears to fall.

Jihoon is wrapping his body around you in an instant, petting your hair and enveloping you in his comforting scent.

“he wanted me to kiss him” you sob “and I didn’t want to and he pushed me up against the wall and I couldn’t move.” you shake, recounting the experience in your mind.

“shhhh i’m here” Jihoon comforts.

“and now people know we’re dating and your company is going to be mad” you cry even harder.

“no they won’t” he reassures, kissing the top of your head.

“how do you know?”

“I just do. It’s okay. everything is okay, baby.”

The drive to your house is literally only two minutes long, so you’re still crying by the time you pull into the driveway.

“Can you lay down with me?” You ask your boyfriend when he has gotten out and opened your door again for you.

“Yes.” He answers, holding your hand as you walk inside.

Your parent’s make themselves scarce, stepping into their own room as Jihoon makes you a cup of tea and walks with you upstairs to your childhood bedroom. He helps you strip your dress and step into a cozy black sweat/ hoodie set that he bought you for your one year anniversary. He has his own matching set but doesn’t put it on. He just wants to take care of you right now. He holds your hand as you crawl into bed, curling into him like he’s simply an extension of your own body. Your arm is crossed over his waist, and one leg is too, but he wouldn’t want it any other way.

“I love you.” you mumble into his chest.

“I love you too.” He mumbles back, already sleepy and comfortable. “I’m sorry I punched your ex boyfriend.”

You finally chuckle a little about the situation. “You actually punched someone, Ji! I didn’t know you had it in you!”

“Me neither” he admits, hand rubbing aimless patterns across your back. “I have never done that before.”

“Does your hand hurt?”

“Only a little.” He looks at his knuckles, flushed a soft shade of pink. “I think i punched with decent form so it’s not too bad.”

You giggle at the fact that despite his anger, he was concerned about ‘proper form.’ -typical Jihoon.

“Thank you.” You whisper into his chest. “For protecting me.”

“I’ll always protect you. You’re my world.”

“You’re my world too.”

You allow the warm blankets to ease the last of your tension and you fall into a comfortable silence. You’re not quite sleeping - but resting. You’re not sure if he is asleep or not, but you couldn’t be bothered to ask. For now you’re just enjoying the quiet, enjoying how he allows his walls to break down when he’s around you. His tough facade completely gone, he’s just your person. Your forever pillow to curl up with at nap time and night time and every time in between.

His presence wraps you in a string of pride and power. ‘I can do anything as long as he is by my side. He is the reason I fight for the things I want in life. He pushes me and challenges me and supports me if I fall.’ All of these are the thoughts that consume you as you lay by his strong figure.

You’re not sure how long you stay in that position, probably about an hour, before Jihoon wiggles his arm out from underneath you.

You mumble at the sudden loss of support under your neck, and he just laughs at you and whines.

“My arm is numb”

“Okay so time switch positions” you smile, sitting up to kneel over him. Your bed is large enough that there’s still a sliver of space on the other side of his body, which you steal and curl into him, basically an identical position but flipped. “I’ll make this arm numb too so you can be even.” You joke.

“Nope, I liked the other spot better.” He furrows his eyebrows.

You reluctantly sit up to move back, but once your knees are straddling over him he stops your momentum, grabbing your hips and holding you hostage above him.

“See? much better.” He wets his lips.

“OH, I see” you smirk, leaning forward to ghost your lips over his, “You just wanted to make out in my childhood room like a horny teenager.”

“guilty”

He leans up, filling the last few inches of space to capture your lips in a passionate kiss. And you let him. You return the passion and settle into a rhythm. His hands leave your hips and drag along your arms, moving upwards to where you’re caging him in, holding yourself up. He pushes blindly on your elbows so you fall onto them, allowing more of your bodies to touch, separating any space between your hearts.

“Love you so much” he mumbles into the kiss, basically hugging you as you worship each other’s lips.

“Love you more” you answer, breathing as he moves aside, trailing kisses over towards your jawline, and the top of your neck.

“Not possible.”

“Is too.”

“is not.”

“You know what I don’t love?” he says, more of a statement than a question. “the fact that this hoodie is in the way of your perfectly beautiful neck.” He tugs at the neckline, as if it’s going to budge much. The fabric is comfy, sure, stretchy? not really.

You giggle at the prospect of your boyfriend being angry at your clothing - clothing he bought you - because it’s separating you by a whole inch.

“Need to get it off.” He announces, tugging and pulling in an effort to make you move. Your smile is completely printed onto your face as he tries (and fails) to get your hoodie off without your help. He continues to try but you’re literally laying on top of him. There’s no way it’s coming off without you sitting up at least a tiny bit.

“say I love you more.” You tease, pressing into him harder so the clothing is completely pinned in place. You kiss his jawline.

“I won’t.”

“Then you’ll just have to kiss above the neck.” you move your own lips down towards his collarbone, teasing him.

“Y/N” he stops you, pulling you up to look him in his (super beautiful dreamy) eyes. “I love you with every ounce of my soul. From the roots of my hair all the way down to my toes, every pore, every cell, it belongs to you. I can’t say you love me more because I’ve never loved any person, any song, any thing, more than I love you.”

You reach up a hand to rest on his cheek, brushing lightly and gazing into his eyes. You have no response because you’ll probably cry if you try to speak.

you belong to him. He loves you and you love him. He belongs to you too. His hands, his heart, his lips, all yours.

“So let me take this damn hoodie off and prove to you just how much I love you, huh?” He pulls the fabric up your stomach and despite the butterfly zoo going on inside, you manage to nod and sit up, raising your hands above your head to allow your boyfriend to remove it. There’s nothing underneath, and he knew that from the get go, but he still gazes at you like you’re the most beautiful peice of art he’s ever seen.

He tends to do that - make you feel like you’re more than you are. Average in your opinion, but extraordinary in his. and ‘don’t you trust his opinion? he’s got a master’s degree after all.’

He rolls you over so you’re the one on your back now, and starts right where he left off, kissing along your neck, moving along your collarbone and shoulder. You lay your head to the side, fully opening up the space for him to worship you and ‘prove’ how much he means his words. (he doesn’t need to prove anything - he’s proved it enough every day you’ve known him).

He loves the way you get like this when he’s kissing you, soft and pliable under his hold. You always lay your head to the side and close your eyes, enhancing the sensations he is creating. Allowing him to make art on your skin that you don’t have the permission to leave on his (though you sometimes do where nobody will see). He loves the way you begin to get worked up after a while. Breathing slightly heavier, causing your chest to rise and fall, back muscles tensing enough to push your chest forward. He likes to think it’s your body involuntarily screaming ‘Take me Jihoon, Here’s my heart, take it.’

And take it he does.

First, he takes it into his mouth. (Well… your tits, but same thing, right?) You let out a sweet, soft moan when his warm tongue laves over your nipple, bringing up a hand into his hair. You love his hair this length, so shiny and soft.

and easy to pull.

He plays with the other nipple while he sucks and licks the first, making sure to switch back and forth, never leaving one abandoned for too long.

You imagine Jihoon’s fans think him tired and lazy outside of producing and working as an Idol, but that’s where they are just fully dead wrong. Your boyfriend does nothing - and he means NOTHING - half way. And that includes pleasuring you. He has practiced, and practiced, and practiced figuring out exactly what makes you tick. What makes you squirm, what makes you squirt. He knows it all. Every detail.

He rolls your nipple and then pinches it, the perfect amount of pleasure to pull a moan from your lips.

“Hoonie” you sigh “My parents are downstairs.”

“Yes, baby. I know.”

“If you keep making me feel like that, they’re going to hear me moaning a lot louder very soon.”

“Something tells me they’ll understand.” He begins his work downwards, trailing kisses from your sternum and down towards your stomach. “but still better be quiet for me, baby.” His hands remain cupping each breast, kneading at them, fingers brushing the sides. His hands are so big, long fingers leaving you ticklish and sensitive. “can you do that?”

He looks into your eyes and you see how wide his pupils are blown already. You’re sure you look similar, so you just nod your head and bite your lip.

Once he reaches the waistband of your sweats, he kisses across your stomach horizontally, following along the line of the elastic holding them up.

“Need these off too, princess.” He speaks into your skin, the vibrations of his voice shooting sparks into your core.

“Not fair, you haven’t even taken your shirt off” You whine, and yet still lift your hips so he can pull your pants off.

“I was a bit distracted” he laughs into the skin on your hip, but listens to you and kneels up, making a show of unbuttoning his dress shirt. And oh how it is a show you enjoy. The way his forearm muscles flex, emphasized by the sleeves that are still rolled up to the elbows. The way his chest muscles are so defined that they were already pushing just right on the shirt, pulling it tight. The way his abs shine in the lamp light of your mostly dark room.

You reach upwards to help him slide it off, tossing it off to the side and dragging your hands downwards, starting at his shoulders and making sure to feel the line of every ab muscle as you lower your fingers to his belt loop. You don’t miss the way he shivers at the touch, extra sensitive when you passed his nipples.

He likes to pretend he’s all tough and strong, but he’s weak for your touches. He hates to admit that touching his nipples ARE, in fact, a sure way to have him whimpering, so you don’t tease him about it (at least not tonight).

“Why are you all dressed up anyways?” You question as you work on the belt buckle. “I thought you were staying home with my Parents?”

“Not that I want to talk about your parents during foreplay,” He helps you with the zipper and wiggles his pants off, leaning forward to give you a kiss on the forehead. “But I decided to take them out for dinner tonight.”

“That’s sweet of you” You grab his face and pull him back again, kissing him on the lips. “Almost as sweet as your kisses.” You give him a few loving pecks, pulling away with a final “mwah” before he works back down your body, fingers sliding off the last layer of fabric you’re wearing (a lacy red thong you picked out just for him).

“Not even going to appreciate my choice of underwe…..oh” you’re cut off by the feeling of Jihoon’s tongue flat and hot licking up your cunt. He doesn’t waste a second of time before he’s pushing your thighs open with those big hands you’re so in love with, and sucking on your clit with his mouth you’re equally in love with.

He sucks with fervor, breath warm and strong and much better than any toy or vibrator you tried before him. (and there was a night when you compared them side by side. Your favorite toy and him. Jihoon’s mouth? MUCH better).

“Oh fuck” you moan towards the sky, fingers latching into his hair.

“Shhh” He laughs, pulling off of you to lock eyes. “You’re right. We’re not alone.”

“No need to remind me” you breathe, eyes hazy with lust as you look down at the sight of him between your legs. “Pass me your shirt.”

He reaches behind him to his discarded shirt, barely hanging onto the end of the bed. “Why do you want this?” He questions, eyes widening as you take it and bunch it up, shoving it in your mouth to gag your moans.

“Oh, shit you’re so hot.” He flushes, hiding his red cheeks back in between your legs. He continues worshiping your core and you roll your hips in time with him, slowly and sensually chasing your high. You continue to moan and swear into the gag of fabric. He still hears you, can still tell when he’s making you feel good, but something about you NEEDING to be gagged ignites a fire in Jihoon that he didn’t know existed. Reminds him that while you’re a switch by nature, you easily fall into a subspace the second he wants you to.

“Feel good baby?” he asks, two fingers entering into your wet hole. “Does falling apart on my fingers help you feel better?”

“mph” you groan, nodding your head and bucking your hips upwards.

He takes that as a yes and continues his ministrations, latching back onto your sensitive bud. He brings you all the way to the very edge, you’re seeing white. Seeing stars, and he pulls away, holding your hips flat onto the mattress.

You start to whine before he pulls his shirt away and drowns the sounds with a hot kiss instead. His tongue enters your mouth and you taste yourself. He’s hungry, kissing you with a messy desire, grinding his own hips into your leg.

“Need you.” You both say at the same time, but there’s no need to say ‘jinx’ because what you really - really need in that moment is for Jihoon to take his boxers off and help you finish the orgasm that he so rudely stole moments ago. “Please” you sigh, gripping the sheets. “Please hurry, I’m so hot.”

“I agree” he scans his eyes up and down your naked body, laid out and dripping for him like a wet dream he’s had many times. “So hot and sexy.” He compliments, fishing a condom out of his carry on bag abandoned on the floor by the bed. He wastes no time ripping the package and rolling it onto his fully hard length, pumping once or twice to secure it in place.

He doesn’t really need it. You’re on birth control and regularly like to feel him raw,. However Jihoon, ever the gentleman, is thinking about keeping this round contained and easy to clean up. (And easier to hide from the people who raised you when it’s time for laundry).

He takes you in missionary position.

It’s romantic, and sensual, and best of all, he can kiss you to keep you quiet.

Your hands helped him line up with your hole and the rest became a frenzy of stimulation, Jihoon pushing halfway in with one go, and sinking the rest of the way slowly. Once given the go ahead, he starts grinding his hips, rotating in circular motion with pressure, almost like the build up to the finale of a dance. He’s warming you up, preparing you for the fast and hard that surely will come. He pulls out, dick dragging slow and hard against your spongy walls, as if inviting your pussy to leak for him. You’re dripping, squelching around him, providing lubrication for a smooth glide.

If your moaning wasn’t enough to alert the downstairs audience, the noises of your skin slapping against each other might be. You throw your head back, another groan escaping your lips but being chased and drowned by his kiss again. He’s always been smarter and faster during sex - able to predict exactly when a noise is building in your throat and capturing it before you get yourselves caught.

He’s had to use this talent many times before: In hotel rooms on tour, in dressing rooms backstage, even in a bedroom at a party once (sorry Soonyoung….) Nonetheless, he makes you want to scream. Makes you feel so good that the only thing capable of stopping you is the feeling of his tongue meeting your tongue, the feeling of his plump, slightly puffy lips tangling with yours. The feeling of his teeth lightly biting your bottom lip only for you to nip and tease right back. Because that’s your dynamic - being so bonded together as soul mates that what one does, the other follows.

He bites your lip? You bite his right back. He steals your rice at dinner? You take his last bite of chicken. He makes you orgasm? Your walls flutter around him so tight and so intense that he has no choice but to come with you, groaning into your neck and wrapping his hands underneath your waist, hugging you tight as he spills into the condom, both of you breathing heavily.

Jihoon is quicker to return back to his senses, walking to the en-suite bathroom to toss the condom and wet a washcloth for you. He comes back with one - warm water like you always prefer - and cleans you up softly. He’s gentle and in tune with your sensitivity, making sure you’re cared for and comfortable as he pulls your red panties back on. He gives them a silly little kiss on the bow before urging you to lift your hips, this time pulling your sweat pants back on.

Your hoodie comes next, except it’s actually his. He pulled it out of his bag at your request, because cuddling in his oversized one is always more comfy than yours, which is more fitted. (You claim this as the reason, but he knows you just like wearing something because it’s his. And that makes him happier than words can say). He tugs on a new pair of boxers and his matching sweats. You try to convince him to wear your smaller hoodie but he just laughs at you and pulls on a black T-Shirt instead.

He’s fully prepared to crawl up next to you, curling together for sleep, but a noise downstairs distracts you both.

“Is that…music?” You ask him, tilting your ear towards the door.

His cheeks flush a sweet shade of pink and he scratches the back of his neck, “Yeah. It’s your mom playing the piano.”

“Both of my parent’s play the piano, how do you know it’s my mom?” You pinch him in the side.

“Because your dad is about to start playing the guitar in three, two…” he points at the door just as you hear your father join in with his acoustic six string.

“How on earth did you know that?” You scrunch your eyebrows at him.

“Well I didn’t expect them to choose now to do this…” His voice trails off, “I assumed we’d postpone to tomorrow night after your call…..but I guess this is better than if they had chosen ten minutes ago…”

“Chosen to do what?” You ask again.

“Come here.” He pulls you to your feet and holds your hand, leading you downstairs to where your parents are playing a soft melody in the living room. The lights are off and there are candles lit. Your parents are still dressed in their fine attire from dinner, grinning like fools when they see you enter the room.

“What is going on?” You smile, feeling Jihoon hug you from behind. You naturally start to sway to the tune a bit before he releases himself from the grasp and moves you to your favorite chair in the corner. It’s the chair you used to spend hours reading in, and everyone in this room knows it’s your happy place. Or was - before your happy place became a living, breathing, moving, person.

“Y/N” He says, sitting you down and moving away to stand by your parents. “I wrote you a song, and your parents offered to help me gift it to you for our anniversary.”

Your face makes a cute little ‘oh’ shape and your manicured hands cover your mouth in surprise. He thinks you look sweet when you’re surprised, and plans to keep surprising you in the future.

“These are also for you” He says, reaching on top of the piano and grabbing a large bouquet of red roses, cliche maybe, but still your absolute favorite. He brings them to you and you grab them with one hand. He takes your other hand and gives it a kiss before resting it back on your lap and nodding towards your parents.

They begin playing that same melody again from the start, and this time Jihoon begins to sing to you. It’s a soft flow of words, wrapping around your heart like a hug. You try your best to capture everything he’s saying, but you feel overwhelmed with gratitude that all you really hear is just his voice…words half way registering. You catch the obvious things. The I love you’s and the stay with me’s. The things he finds easier to write in a song than to say out loud.

At least for everyone else. You’ve always found him better at speaking his feelings than many people would say. His other group members often grumble and complain when they hear him say “I love you” because he apparently doesn’t voice it to them as often. You usually stick your tongue out and rub it in a little bit.

Jokes aside though, you really are grateful to be that one person for him. The one person he can express himself to, both in song and on a regular day. At the dinner table, in bed, walking along the river at night. He’s always made sure you know how he feels.

His song reminds you of all the times he’s sung you a lullaby when your insomnia is keeping you awake at night, voice soothing and sweet like honey. He sings about wanting to share you with the world, and you blush at the thought. Boy do you wish that too. You wish you could post a picture of him online, wish his management company would allow you to be seen together in public. You wish everything for your future, and you know it will come one day, just not yet.

As his ballad comes to an end, he approaches you again, and leans over to grab something out of the drawer on the side table.

His eyes well with tears as he sings the last line of his song “You’ll always be my everything, so will you marry me?”

He kneels down and opens up a ring box. It’s beautiful, shining with a gold band and a diamond in the middle. It’s exactly what you’ve always imagined your wedding ring would look like, just like everything in his life, he chose this perfectly.

“Jihoon” you gasp, covering your mouth again with your free hand and setting the flowers behind you on the chair. You feel your own tears welling in your eyes as you shake your head uncontrollably up and down. You think you said “yes” but it also might have just been a muttered jumble of letters. You hold out your shaking hand for your fiancé to put your ring on, and he does, linking your fingers and standing up.

He pulls you up from the chair and you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a long and love-filled kiss. “Yes, yes, yes” you mumble in between kisses, and eventually you pull away and give him a hug. You curl into his chest and he rests his chin on your head, smiling like an idiot towards the wall.

“Congratulations!” Your mom finally breaks you out of your daze, and you look up to see both of your parents holding a cake saying “Mrs. Lee to be.” on it. You smile and walk over to give them both a hug.

You spend the rest of the evening celebrating your engagement. You share the cake and discover that Jihoon never planned on having a quiet night in with your parents. He’s been talking marriage and proposal details with them for two months now, and tonight he brought them to dinner as a thank you for all of their help. You blush at the realization that he’s been talking with your family about having a future with you for such a long time. You’re happy to feel so much support and warmth from your family.

You FaceTime call the other Seventeen members, and they wish you well. It’s Dokyeom who spills the fact that “Jihoon Hyung has been such a stress case lately, glad he’s finally gotten a yes out of you so he can calm down.”

You giggle and reassure him that it would have been a yes from the start, you would never in a million years want anyone other than him to be your husband.

And so he will be.

[shegotheruby]

WET

SUMMARY: You weren't expecting Lee Jihoon to avoid ALL of your advances. You've practically been throwing yourself at him for years. and now you're roommates. How are you supposed to survive when you're this hot and bothered?

WC: 7.5k

tw: smut /mdni

note: cross posted from my AO3 account (wooziswife)

God. You've got to get yourself under control. It's been two years of living with Kwon Soonyoung, and no matter how many hookups you have with other guys, you can't help but think about one man in particular in the middle of the night. No, not Soonyoung, that's actually disgusting. He's like a brother. It's his best friend you find lingering in your dreams. The infamous Lee Jihoon. Hoshi's bandmate and former roommate.

It all stems from the night you met. You had been hired as a choreographer for one of Seventeen's routines. The night before your first practice Hoshi invited you to a bar under the preface of "getting to know each other as coworkers" You knew it was just an excuse to interact with a woman and drink alcohol, but you let it happen. You even let him introduce you to his friends and shove you into Kim Mingyu's arms. It was there when Jihoon first saw you, grinding on the dance floor against his friend's broad chest. He watched you not-so-subtly rubbing your ass against various men, and you watched him watch you. It was invigorating. You noticed him sitting in the corner, crossing his muscular arms over his chest, clad in a skin-tight black t-shirt. He had black hair that day, barely grazing the tops of his shoulders. His gaze was strong and you knew from the second you laid eyes on him that he was your type. You imagined what he would be like in the bedroom. Probably a giver.

Jihoon, however… he didn't even seem interested. You caught him staring multiple times throughout the evening, but he never came onto you after many invitations to join on the dance floor. You used all of the tricks, glancing over your shoulder at him almost an embarrassing amount of times, but he sat there, unmoving. You started to wonder if he was just a voyeur. How could he stare for so long, but not be interested in taking action? You were basically begging him (nonverbally) to follow you home. From then on, he became your your personal challenge. How can you get this guy into your bed?

***

Years passed and you slept with several of the members. You even had a threesome with Jeonghan and Seungcheol more than once. It was easy for you to seduce men. From freshman year of college you were practiced in the art of the Hang and Bang. You'd invite them over for a movie and before long you were gagging on their cock. You were blessed with a body that curved in all the right places, and you knew how to dress to hint what you were interested in.

Whenever Jihoon came over for game night with the guys, you made sure to wear your shortest shorts. When you stopped by during practice, you would bring snacks for the members, purposefully grazing his fingers when you handed his over. You made sure to make eye contact with him when you were sucking on a sucker or candy. You would send him selfies from the club, when you knew you looked hot. You'd invite him to the movie theater, choosing specifically sexual films. He always turned those invites down.

You made sure to wear red when you accompanied one of the guys to company parties, complete with ruby lipstick. He had a song about it for goodness sake. He had to have known you were coming onto him. You always laughed at Jihoon's jokes, grabbing onto an arm flirtatiously. Lingering a moment longer than normal to admire his biceps. It was an endless spiral of failures. Night after night, month after month, he looked at you like you were just a desperate girl. Just another one of Hoshi's friends. Never giving in to your desires. Maybe you should just give up. It's starting to make you feel bad. It wasn't like you needed Jihoon to pleasure you, you had plenty of fun. Chan gave you hours of head and Mingyu satisfied your submissive side with his dominance. Dokyeom had a rather filthy mouth and Jun knew how to use his dancer hips. The members were, to put it lightly, athletic and well versed in intimacy.

You never spent a night with your roommate, that relationship was different. Not only was Soonyoung one of the few uninterested men, he was in a committed relationship with your cousin. You had introduced them 2 years back, and they immediately hit it off. There were times when seeing them together made your heart swell, and there were times when you wanted to gag at their PDA.

Regardless, you were happy for them and after almost 700 days, you had been waiting for them to propose moving in together. It's not that you wanted to move out of soonyoung's apartment -you loved living there- but it was time. They were spending almost every night at each other's homes anyways. It only made sense to share rent.

...

So here you are, sitting in the living room, jaw almost on the floor when he hit you with a curveball.

"what do you mean?" you stumbled, eyes open wide.

"Come on y/n" Hoshi sighed, grabbing your shoulders, "you've known for a while that I wanted her to move in with me."

"Yes, Soonyoung. that is not the part i'm focusing on here. What do you mean you asked Jihoon if I could move in with him? Are you Stupid!?"

"No. I'm smart! You're both my best friends, and Jihoon is looking for a roommate. I'm not kicking you to the curb without another option! Just move in with him. His complex is nice as fuck and they have a massive pool. I know you're into night swims."

"Hosh i'm like 90% positive that he hates me! We never talk and he always glares at me when we hang out."

"Trust me. Hate is the opposite of what he feels for you, and I've noticed the way you act around him. You’re like…obsessed with him.”

"Say that again and i'll bite your dick off."

"Woah!! Don't threaten mini Soon like that! He didn't do anything to you!"

"Don't refer to your dick like that, it's weird."

"Don't change the subject. Will you please just consider it?"

***

after a lot of arguing, and a lot of persuading, you did consider it. You made the move on a Tuesday afternoon, in the middle of August. It made you nervous at first, to be living with Jihoon. This was the man you had practically been salivating over for years, and now he lived right down the hall. You tried your best to be a good roommate, but it wasn't comfortable like it was with Soonyoung. Where he used to leave dishes in the sink and complain about how clean you were, Jihoon was the opposite. He kept everything in complete order. You never had to take out the trash because he took care of it. The wall of penthouse windows were always perfectly shined and the black leather couch was regularly polished. His bedroom door was always closed but you occasionally heard music coming from inside. It was good. You knew Woozi was a talented producer, but to witness songs that he never released made you feel special, even if you weren't meant to hear them.

Sometimes you came home to the smell of freshly cooked rice or ramen. If he wasn’t cooking, it still smelled nice. He always kept the entry way scented with candles or wall plug ins. It was homey, and you felt yourself wanting him more and more each day. Years of him declining your advances proved that he didn't want anything to do with you, but it didn't help you to live in such close proximity. You washed your clothes with the same detergent, so you closed your eyes at night and imagined he was laying there next to you, embracing you with his strong arms. You occasionally bumped into each other at the gym, and you tried not to stare at him, grunting under the force of bars twice your weight. Tried not to stare at how he looked shirtless.

Whenever you messaged Jihoon, it wasn't an attempt to get him into your bed anymore. Now, it was an attempt to become friends. You needed that level of comfort you used to feel with Soonyoung. You would still bring snacks to practice, but Jihoon's now had a note written on a napkin. "Hope you have a good day" or "see you at home :)." He never mentioned anything, but you did start to see him smiling when you walked into a room. You still wanted him. God you wanted him BAD. But you forced that desire down for the sake of the relationship you had now. You stopped hooking up with the other Seventeen members. You wouldn't be caught dead with a guy in your new place. Never. (Especially not one of Jihoon’s friends. You used to flirt with them in front of him to make him jealous, but that felt wrong now).

***

Life slowly changed. You're not sure when it happened -a few months into your new situation probably- but the friendship did start to grow. You bantered back and forth on a regular basis, and you started eating dinner together on Thursday nights. Instead of running into each other at the gym, you started going to the gym together. He accepted a few invitations to the movies, because you suggested action films instead of romances. He showed you some of his work if you caught him in a good mood, and you came to realize that he allowed bear hugs early in the morning when he hadn't fully woken up. Sometimes after a long dance practice you would help massage some knots out of his neck and he would pay you back by rubbing icy hot on your back after an intense gym day.

It was especially helpful to your relationship when both of your families came down sick during Christmas. You were both supposed to visit home and the fact that you had to change your plans was beyond disappointing. It helped though, that you at least had each other. You could have been stranded alone, but you made the most of it. You got a Christmas tree and learned how to bake your own gingerbread. You sang Christmas carols (off key) and he laughed with crescent shaped eyes as you danced around the living room in pajamas you forced him to match with you.

Your families ended up making the trip to visit you for new years, staying in a hotel down the street. Together you hosted them for a home cooked dinner and it felt domestic. Your sister, of course, knew about your crush on him and spent hours trying to convince you to confess your feelings, but that just wasn’t going to happen. It was still fun though, and you even got everyone involved in a rowdy game of name-that-tune (seventeen edition). You won, on a team with his mom, much to Jihoon’s dismay.

It was nice seeing him get along with your parents and siblings. He wooed your mother with his ability to play piano, and had your brother hooked when he admitted to liking webtoons. They got along with Soonyoung too, but never like this. Whenever you hosted them at the other apartment, they would just question Soonyoung about his relationship with your cousin, trying to convince him to help you find a partner. This time, they spent the trip acting normal. Chatting with Jihoon, but not pressuring you too much.

He was an important person in your life, actually…you think he might have become your favorite person, and you were grateful for Soonyoung. He was looking out for you when he set you up in this situation, and it was turning out great. You loved having a clean roommate, and did enjoy plenty of night swims in the private pool area. You liked having a friend that taught you new things, like how to play the guitar and how to cook. You loved the moments when you laughed until you cried over a stupid video he sent you, and cherished the moments when he comforted you after your grandpa passed away.

There was a time when you were practicing really hard for a choreography job you had landed. It was possibly the largest payout you would see yet, and through the excitement of it, you were nervous. Being the trained dancer he is, Jihoon helped you a lot. He let you try different moves and acted like your test subject as you tried different partner stunts and positions. He even asked you for your opinions on some lyrics he was writing, and of course you thought it was fabulous. You offered up words of encouragement, but included small bits of advice to help him polish up the project.

You had truly become best friends. You knew Jihoon’s secrets, he knew yours (mostly)… and by this point, you had memorized his schedule. He knew yours too. Not much about him surprised you anymore, and you only allowed yourself to think about him sexually when you were alone at night.

***

One evening you came home late, sometime around two or three in the morning. It wasn't a shock to see a low flicker of light coming from under his door, he was usually awake late into the evenings. What was a shock, however, were the sounds you heard. Instead of music or the low muffled anime, you heard moans. Light, airy breaths coming from the man you wanted so badly, pleasuring himself to what you could only assume was pornhub. You had been living together for almost six months at this point, and he had never brought anyone home. You never heard those kinds of noises, and immediately felt the blood rush to your cheeks. It was like you were glued to the floor. This was a personal moment, and you totally shouldn't be listening, but he sounded so heavenly. Images of his muscles flashed in your brain and you sat on the couch, silently listening to him through the wall. Your hand slipped into your leggings almost involuntarily, and you allowed your head to fall back as you masturbated to the sweet sounds of Jihoon coming undone.

It was embarrassing, how turned on you felt from simply hearing him. you circled your fingers around your clit, sliding along your wetness with ease. You opened your eyes to look at the sky through the skylight above you. It was a beautiful night, and you might have let a few of your own moans slip out. Not loud ones, really just heavy breaths if you’re being honest. You dipped your fingers inside your hole and imagined they were his. His fingers are much longer than yours. You’ve thought about him like this more times than you can count…but here…. now… the knowledge that he’s jerking off in the other room sends a rush through your spine. On a normal night you could pleasure yourself for a long time to the thought of his panting, but hearing it for real sent you over the edge quickly. You came hard, harder than you have with just your hands in a long time. You spent a few moments breathing, realizing that his moans had stopped too. You retreated to your room before he had a chance to realize you were eavesdropping.

You tried to sleep. You really did. But the sounds kept replaying in your head. How were you supposed to get over your crush (because let's admit it, your attraction to him had developed into a big, fat, massive crush) when he was consuming your thoughts entirely? You tossed and turned for 45 minutes before changing into a red bikini and leaving the apartment. Swimming at night was a regular occurence, not because you needed more exercise, but because you liked the quiet. You liked the way it helped you clear your mind, and you liked the cool temperature of the water gliding along your skin.

You thought you were quiet, but not quiet enough. Because what you didn't realize was that Jihoon heard you moving around. He heard you come into the apartment an hour before, and he DEFINITELY heard you heavy breathing on the couch. That realization might have helped him reach completion. Maybe he didn't mind. Maybe he did it on purpose. See, if he wanted to be quiet, he could. But after this much time, he felt that he won the game of cat and mouse. You chased him for long enough, and maybe he was finally ready to give in and show you just how much he liked your body. How much he liked YOU.

He waited for a few minutes before changing into his own swim trunks and wandering down to the pool. He knew you well enough to know that's where you would be. You were a few laps in when you stopped for a drink of water. It was then that you looked up to see him sitting on the edge, feet in the water, watching you move. You jerked with a bit of shock and blushed. He wordlessly lowered himself into the water and moved towards you, an expression on his face that you had never seen before.

“I didn’t realize you were awake” You lied. “I hope I didn’t wake you up.”

he continued moving towards you.

“Yes you did” he replied, watching you slowly back away.

You could hear your heart beating out of your chest as your back connected with the nearest wall. He reached you a moment later and, much to your surprise, rested his arms on either side of you, caging you in.

“I think you might have heard me having a private moment” he said, voice deep and sultry.

You tried to object, but your brain short circuited. All you could do was think about his shirtless form standing so close to your barely clothed one. His face looked sexy in the dim lighting, and you couldn’t help but notice how plump his tired lips looked.

He leaned a little closer until those lips were brushing against your ear. “and I think you liked it.”

“Are you accusing me of eavesdropping on your sex moans?”

“You think my moans are sexy?”

it’s like your body is controlling itself at this point as you reach your arms forward, wrapping them around his neck.

“Unfortunately I’ve spent hours dreaming about what your moans sound like, Jihoon.”

“What would you say if I felt the same?” He asked nudging his face against your neck, hands slowly rubbing down your arms, ending with a comfortable place on your hips.

All you can do is stare at him in surprise.

“Do you even know how painful it was to avoid your advances all this time?” he continues. “Every time you wear this my dick gets so hard I have to excuse myself.”

He glances down at your revealing attire, obviously appreciating your boobs. His hands stay still on your hips but his thumb lightly plays with the elastic of your red bottoms.

“So why haven’t you fucked me yet?” you ask. It’s a fair question…you gave him plenty of opportunities.

“Because.” he clicks his tongue. “I saw the way you looked at me the night we met. This has all been a game to you.”

“Is that so bad?” You counter, lightly circling your hands on the nape of his neck.

“Not bad” you see a flicker of amusement in his gaze. “I’ve quite enjoyed watching you throw yourself at me.”

“Ah, so you did notice.” you sigh “I was starting to wonder if you were gay.”

“I noticed every time you ‘dropped’ something right in front of me.” he grabs your ass. “I noticed when you ‘forgot’ a bra.” he nips at your neck. “and I Definitely noticed when you fucked half of my team.”

“Were you jealous?”

“Insanely.”

“Did you wish it was you?” you press.

“Yes”

“Were you thinking about me an hour ago?”

“Maybe.”

“Do you touch yourself often, Hoonie.” You flirt, tilting your head innocently. “Maybe I should give you some help.” You press yourself against his bare chest. voice lowering to almost a whisper, “I have a feeling I’ll feel better than your hand.”

He snaps. Leaning forward and capturing your lips in a frantic kiss, dipping his tongue in like he’s kissed you a thousand times before. Your lips meet in such a perfect way, it’s like they were crafted to fit together by god himself. You lift your hands into his hair, manicured fingers appreciating how soft it is. His hands squeeze at your hips and despite the cool water, you feel like you could burn from the contact.

He kisses you like a man starved. (and maybe he kind of was. You’re not sure if you’ve ever seen him kiss someone). You were already pressed together, but he stepped forward, pinning you even tighter to the wall. he used one hand to lift your chin, opening your mouth wider to him. He wasn’t the tallest guy, but luckily for you, you’re short. You think he likes that about you. The way you’re looking up at him, eyes half lidded as he accelerates the kiss with passion. His mouth tastes like his toothpaste. Minty and fresh, and you’re not surprised. Everything about him is put together. Clean. He is refreshing, and you could stay like this forever. Enjoying this dance. tongues twirling together in perfect synchronization, hands desperately grabbing at whatever they can find purchase on. He smells intoxicating. His cologne perfectly mixing bergamot and cedar wood. You’re suddenly grateful that you tried a new perfume today. What he doesn’t verbalize is the fact that he’s very much enjoying your lavender aroma. Very much enjoying how your mouth tastes sweet, muted remnants of the dessert wine you paired with dinner tonight.

He captures your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging softly and eliciting a stifled moan from you. Men didn’t usually have you moaning before your pants were off, but everything about him is different. Your hands leave his hair in favor of running down his back, appreciating the rippling muscles. The deep valley that runs down the center. His grab both sides of your face, taking complete control of your mind. You really do feel like your brain is short circuiting. He uses this position to tilt your head, mouth leaving yours to kiss a trail down your neck. Your head lasts about two seconds before it drops backwards. Eyes rolling back as you completely give yourself to him, like you always wished you could. His lips are warm, turning your pale complexion a hue of pink. You’re not sure if you even care. Don’t care if he sucks it until you’re bruised purple. You just want him to keep going, it feels so good. So right.

His hands find a new resting place just beneath your breasts, cupping them with palms flat against your ribs. Your skin tingles everywhere. Your fingers continue appreciating his back. You feel him reacting to your touch, slightly twitching whenever you brush him just right. You don’t know how long you stay like that until his lips retreat from your collarbone, meeting yours again with fervor. His tongue guides the kiss, leading you into pure bliss.

A surge of confidence overtakes you and you flip your position so Jihoon is the one with his back pressed against the pool’s edge. You feel him smile against you and can’t contain yourself from smiling too, lightly giggling into his mouth. You continue this dance for some time. Kissing, flipping, marking each others necks with bruises. You’re sucking a generous hickey into the right side of his neck when he suddenly grabs your wrist and tugs you behind him, walking towards the shallow exit of the pool. “We’re going upstairs.”

You gladly follow, towel completely forgotten as he drags you to the elevator. The doors are barely open when he pushes you inside, pressing you against the mirror and hitting the button for the top floor without separating from your lips. You’re both dripping all over the floor but you don’t even slightly find the space to care. You kiss until the doors open and then he’s dragging you again, moving with purpose. Your door is at the end of the hall, and it’s never felt so long to get there. You can’t wait to escape inside so you can appreciate more than just his lips.

Once you reach the apartment, you find yourself being led to a room you’ve never fully entered. HIS room. Sure you’ve stood in the entry way, but he’s never invited you to come in. To see his bathroom. To sit on his bed. You would like to admire it, but now isn’t the time because he is, again, pressing you into the wall with burning hands, sliding down your wet body. He grips your wrists and pins them in a crossed position above your head. You press the back of your head into the hard surface behind you and press your breasts forward, arching into him.

He leans into your ear, voice raspy as he teases, “I’ve had two years to think about what I’m going to do to you.”

He moves quickly. Aggressively. You don’t even have a second to breathe before he’s on his knees, ripping your bottoms down to your ankles. It all happens in one fluid motion, and you gasp at the cool air suddenly surprising your sex. His mouth warms you, tongue licking a long stripe up your core and you really moan this time. completely weak. Your hands are still above your head, briefly frozen in silent command. He lifts one leg over his shoulder, opening your cunt more to him, and you allow your hands to fall, bracing yourself against him to keep from falling over.

“fuck Jihoon” you gasp, looking down at the way he is worshiping you, “feels so good.” you mumble, vision already turning hazy.

His tongue works you like you belong to him. strong, hard licks mixed with quick, stiff entrances into your hole. You reach down to rub your clit but he pushes your hand away, replacing it with his own. He rubs in small circles and uses the other hand to plunge his middle finger into your entrance. You jerk in pleasure and curl your toes. The only thing you can focus on is keeping that one leg up on his shoulder, trying to maintain your composure enough to stand. Your remaining knee feels weak as he plunges a second finger in, never slowing the pace with his mouth. He sucks on your sensitive nub and scissors his fingers, effectively stretching you out for what was inevitably coming soon. He continues gliding in and out, smiling against your folds. his nose rubs that sensitive spot and you moan again and again, gripping his hair.

“So fucking wet, baby” he sighs, warm breath sending chills through your pelvis. You’re practically riding his fingers now, humping into his hand.

“All for you” you whine, grinding harder, faster.

“So needy too.” he answers watching the way you desperately move, body begging for the friction you need.

In one swift motion, he removes his fingers, a teasing smile as your hips chase after him. You grunt in frustration.

You’re not upset for long because he rests them on your thigh and picks up your remaining leg with his other arm, resting it on his other shoulder. He stands up and presses you into the wall, shoving his mouth back into your cunt with renewed intensity. You gasp, arm reaching out for something to grab onto. You settle for the corner of the open doorway, grasping the door frame like your life depends on it. Your other hand is in his hair again.

“Oh my god”

he laughs and continues, fully aware (probably from his friends) that you have a strength kink. You pussy is fluttering, clenching around nothing as he licks hard circles on your clitoris. You peer down with a perfect view of his lips and tongue working you up and down, in a figure eight pattern. He’s testing you, figuring out what feels best, noting your reactions and pleasing you perfectly. You can see his arm muscles tensing as he holds you up, veins prominent and sizable. He moans..no-groans into your core, speeding up even faster. flicking his tongue with speed and precision, hitting your clit again, again, again. The heat pools in your belly and you break, almost seeing stars. “Oh my god. fuck. right there. yes. fuck. I’m close.” Clitoral stimulation has always been a sure way to have you falling apart in minutes, and Jihoon..god he’s good at it. You’re a whimpering mess. You come completely undone with a final flick of his tongue and your moans sound absolutely pornographic. A string of curse words escape your lips and your legs are shaking, threatening to suffocate him. He laps up your juices like a parched man in the desert, proud of himself for pulling those sounds from you.

You assumed he would set you down after your climax, but those ’two years of plans’ thought otherwise. You’re still leaning against the wall, legs spread on each shoulder, cunt pinned against his face. He shifts his hands, which are gripping your ass, slightly so he’s holding even more of your weight. You squeal as he pulls you off of the wall and carries you to his bed, still licking your cum, and dropping you softly on your back.

“Oh my god” you repeat again, dazed. You’re still sensitive to Jihoon’s mouth against your pussy and prop yourself up on an elbow to shove his head away. He doesn’t move though, rather he sucks on your nub again and moves to continue rubbing you with his hand.

“No, i’m too sensitive” you try to shove his head again, half heartedly.

“I want you to squirt” he moans, pushing three fingers back into you, sliding them against your spongy walls. Curling against your G-Spot with perfect accuracy. “Come on baby, give me one more. You can do it.”

You moan, dropping flat on your back, legs opening wider, giving into his desires. His free hand glides up your abdomen, grabbing your breast. You move to untie the sliver of fabric around your neck so you can remove the top, leaving your skin bare to him. His fingers pinch at your nipple, other hand still destroying your cunt. Already feeling another orgasm bubbling up inside, you grip the sheets with white knuckles.

“I still want your dick” you cry, hips grinding into the air against your will. “Want to feel your cock splitting me in half.”

“I love it when you talk dirty” he gasps, speeding up his fingers with a filthy squelching noise. “Do you hear that? Do you hear how fucking soaked you are?”

“Gonna give you what you want” you groan, hips chasing after him, desperately chasing another release. “Gonna squirt because you make me feel so good..fuck”

“Yeah you are” he orders, “You’re gonna come again, and again, all night” he leans in again, blowing heat onto your core. “You’re gonna come for every time you texted me thirst traps” your cheeks flush more (if that’s even possible). “For every time you wore those slutty little clothes on purpose to rile me up” your skin feels like it’s on fire, burning with intense lust and craving, “You’re gonna squirt for me so hard, so intense, that my name will be imprinted on your brain forever.”

You choke on a sob, tears leaking out of your eyes. “I’m gonna come so hard for you Hoonie”

“I’m gonna fuck you so good that you’ll never want another man” he pushes, “Gonna have you begging for more.”

His voice, the filthy images he’s painting, his fingers, his lips, his tongue, his hand on your nipple, it all snaps together like pieces of a puzzle and you burst. Pure euphoria taking over until you’re squirting all over, in his mouth down his arms, all over his bed. You’ve never squirted so hard in your life. Your body is practically jerking at the waves of pleasure and he rubs your clit, riding you through the sensation.

You collapse, hands finally uncurling from the sheets, knees falling to the side. Jihoon crawls up the bed until he’s laying beside you. He brushes a peice of your wet hair out of your fucked out face and kisses your left temple, followed by your right.

“You did so good” he whispers, reaching to hold your hand. It’s a sweet motion following such a crazed build up.

You allow yourself a few seconds to breathe, eyes falling closed, taking it all in, and then you gather your courage and open them, turning to face him.

“Jihoon”

“Hmm?” He hums, looking at you with shining eyes.

“I’ve wanted you for two years.”

“I know” he replies, “that was obvious to everyone within a 30 mile radius.”

“No I mean i’ve wanted YOU. Like I wanted to fuck you at first, and I slept with other guys to forget about it but I genuinely like you. I want to make love to you and kiss you and be exclusively YOUR girl. and it’s not a game anymore. You’re not some challenge or some joke. I want to do cute shit and date the hell out of you.”

He smiles. He smiles bigger than you’ve ever seen him smile, and he hugs you. He grabs both cheeks with his big, pretty hands and kisses you. Passionately and deeply. He rolls on top of you again and kisses your neck, your collarbone, the spot between your breasts. He plants his arms on either side of you and hovers just above your face.

“I want to date the hell out of you too.”

Now it’s your turn to smile, beaming from ear to ear. You lift up to capture him in another kiss, and you roll him over until you’re the one on top. The confession renewed all of your energy and you realize he still hasn’t been touched.

“In that case” you giggle, raising on your knees to properly straddle him. “As your girlfriend” you rub against his length, feeling it already hard and twitching beneath you. “I better make sure you’re properly satisfied.”

It’s his turn to jerk his hips, bucking them into the air where your body was. You slide down to his waistband, teasing it for a moment before sliding his shorts off. Your eyes are locked with his, purposely building the suspense. You can see his dick pop up in your periphery once the waistband has cleared it, but you keep looking at Jihoon. At his eyes. His pretty, quickly darkening, eyes. Teasing him. You still don’t look, but you grab his length with one hand, pumping once, twice, three times.

“You’re driving me crazy” he sighs, head bobbing on the mattress. “I feel like I’m dreaming.”

“Me too” you sigh, finally looking at the beautiful dick in front of you. Really…It’s beautiful. It’s long, and slender, and shining with precum. You can hardly contain yourself as you lick a long stripe along the underside, circling around the tip before sucking it into your mouth. If there’s one thing you’re good at. One thing you’re known for…It’s giving mind shattering head.

You don’t give him much warning before you’re hollowing out your cheeks and taking him into the back of your throat, swallowing around him. The feeling of your muscles contracting around him elicits a breathy moan. Just like the ones you heard through the door earlier. You sway your head slightly from side to side until you gag (you don’t have much of a gag reflex, so when you do gag, it’s a sure sign that you’re taking him deep). You’ll do anything to hear that moan again, to hear him falling apart under you.

You rub his balls with your hands while your head bobs up and down along his length, mouth salivating around his hardness. You release at the tip with a loud POP, and gasp for breath, pumping him quickly with your right hand. “Make that sound again” you beg, grinding your, again (?) needy cunt against whatever part of his leg you’re now straddling. He immediately notices your grinding and grabs your hips to stop the movement. “Oh so moaning turns you on, huh?” He questions, head tilting to the side. You lean over, breasts bouncing right in his line of vision. Still pumping his dick, albeit a bit slower now. “Your voice turns me on.” You move to put your mouth on him again and bob your head up and down, hands wrapping around the shaft where you can’t reach, rubbing and twisting. You pull off again to spit on him, and he does as you asked, sighing a muffled “shit.”

Your hands pump him again. “I love it when you moan.” you speed up and increase the pressure, proving your point by pushing another marvelously loud one from his lips. “I love it when you say obscene things.” more pumping “and when you promise me smutty things.” your core is wet again, and Jihoon feels it against his skin where you’re grinding almost involuntarily against him. “I want you to tell me how sexy I am.” you lick around the tip again and shove his dick all the way down your throat, again, gagging. he jerks his hips upward and you hollow out your cheeks again, pulling at his hips to signal that you want him to fuck into your mouth. He seems timid at first, like he’s trying to control himself, but you want him to use you right now. You tap at his hips again and he gets the message, bucking up with more force. He plants his feet flat on the mattress and rests a hand on your head, pushing up, up, up. His breaths are jagged and you clench around nothing when he says “fuck, i’m so lucky.” He snaps his hips again, again, again until he pulls out with a muffled “wait, wait, wait.” You use the moment to catch your breath and look at his face again, his mouth hanging open as he catches his own breath too.

“I’m not ready to finish yet” he says, running a hand through his hair. I don’t want to stop here. He looks at you, a silent plea for more. for something, further.

“I thought you’d never ask” you smile, sitting up and moving so you’re not straddling him anymore. You prop up a pillow by the headboard and lean backwards, opening yourself up to him. “I’m pretty sure I remember you promising that I’d cum all night?” you tease, biting your bottom lip. His gaze turns almost feral as he sits up, and you really admire his chest. The beads of sweat and chlorinated water mixing together in a shine under his lamplit room. He moves towards you swiftly, like an animal and slots himself right where you want him. He rubs his cock against your pussy lips, covering it in your arousal. His lips meet yours in another kiss, tasting himself on your mouth, yet continuing anyway. His tongue dips inside, meeting with yours.

You gasp in surprise when he thrusts into you all at once, balls slapping against you as he bottoms out. You’re still so wet that your arousal provides enough lubrication. The stretch feels so good, but you don’t need time to adjust. “so full” you moan “you can move.”

“taking me so well” he grunts, pulling almost fully out before thrusting in again.

“ugh�� you gasp, breasts bouncing in time with his pushes, “so good. so fucking good.” you enunciate “fucking” and his cock twitches inside you. He’s gripping your hips like a lifeline and leans forward to suck on your neck. At least he tries to suck on your neck. Really he’s just panting and breathing hard right into your ear, it’s everything for you. The feeling of his breath has you arching your back. His right hand leaves your hip to find your own hand, linking your fingers together out to the side. He’s pinning your hand into the mattress as his left hand holds up the majority of his weight. He glides into you at a vigorous pace, and you know you don’t have long. “harder. faster. more.” you find yourself begging.

He is happy to oblige, flipping you over on all fours, and pushing you down until you’re arching into the mattress, weight on your elbows. He plunges into you from behind, hitting a spot you’re not sure anyone has really hit before. he reaches around you, hand circling your clit as he pounds into you, hips snapping with athleticism and strength. Your legs are shaking harder now, and you’re sure you’ll collapse at any moment. his hand is circling harder, and you know he’s close too.

“where do you want it” he pants, gripping your hips again.

“Inside. Please” you gasp, rutting back into him, chasing that final high like an animal.

“Okay” he answers, pulling you up until your back is flat against his chest. you’re bouncing on his dick with fervor when you feel him release, long strings of sticky white painting your walls. He keeps circling you, working you through your own orgasm that hit at the same exact moment. You release your head back, laying against his shoulder, grasping at your breasts for some semblance of reality. Walls clenching around him, milking him dry. You look down to see a white ring around his dick, plugging up your entrance. You smile at the intimate position before you both collapse forward, his dick sliding out of you in the process. You’re panting together, chests rising and falling as your vision slowly returns to normal.

You lay there for a few minutes, wrapped up in each others arms, the only sounds coming from the fan in the corner. You eventually shiver and he feels it, pulling you in closer against his chest.

“I can’t believe you’re real” he mumbles, resting his chin on your shoulder. “I can’t believe you’re real and I can’t believe you’re mine.”

“you softly kiss the back of his hand before resting yours on top of his. “I could have been yours a lot sooner, you know.”

“I know. I was dumb. I’m sorry.”

“you twist in his arms until you’re facing each other.

“do you accept this mind blowing sex as an apology?” He questions, eyebrows raised.

“Yes” you giggle, pecking him on the lips. “but you’ll have to apologize again if you don’t come take a shower with me right now.” you shiver again, now realizing that you never dried off from the pool.

“Yes ma’am” he says, lifting your body up with his. Stay here, I’ll get it ready.

You cross your legs and lean back on your arms, smiling as he retreats into his en suite bathroom. You hear him humming to himself as he turns the water on, and wait until he comes back to get you. He picks you up in a bear hug and you wrap your legs around him koala style as he walks you to the shower, only setting you down once you were being wrapped in the warm droplets of steam. He washes you off, paying special attention to his favorite spots, eliciting giggles from you here and there. He washes your hair and tickles your back with soft passes of his fingers. He half hums/ half sings to you, and you lean against him, eyes heavy with pure bliss.

You’re not sure how long you stayed there, hugging each other under the warmth of the water, but eventually the temperature felt lukewarm, and you decided to get out. He wrapped you in a towel first, helping dry your hair before drying himself and wrapping one around his waist. He changed into a grey pair of sweat pants and (like a little gift to you, no shirt). before grabbing the sheets and announcing that you should go change while he throws them in the washing machine. You padded across the apartment to your room, applying lotion to your legs before slipping on your own pear of sweats. You didn’t get the chance to put on a shirt before he entered carrying one of his own. You raised your arms for him as he slid it over your head and you smiled at the fact that he wanted to share. The cotton was soft and you were on cloud 9 as you both slipped into your bed together, turning off the lamp and cuddling. He was on his back and you on your side, curled into him with a leg wrapped across his. You whispered sweet nothings into each others ears, giggling like teenagers until you drifted off into a sweet slumber. The last thing you heard before falling into sleep was a distant “I love you.”

and you just might have mumbled it back.

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[shegotheruby]

MASTERLIST

slowly working on cross posting my fics from ao3 into tumblr! bear with me through the transition <3

Woozi:

WET:

You weren't expecting Lee Jihoon to avoid ALL of your advances. You've practically been throwing yourself at him for years. and now you're roommates. How are you supposed to survive when you're this hot and bothered? (smut | MDNI)

REUNION:

Coming home for your high school reunion (where your high school ex lives) maybe wasn't the best idea.

Good thing you've got Jihoon to come home to at the end of it all.

(fluff + smut | MDNI)

Dino:

Make Him Jealous:

Running into your cheating EX at a party was not on your bucket list for the night... But a surprise encounter with Lee Chan changes things around. What starts as making Mingyu jealous might end in something more... (smut | MDNI)

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the rest of these fics (listed below) are still links to ao3.

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Hoshi:

Previously Bitchless:

A little story about the time you got a job at Hybe <3 (spoiler alert* hoshi smut | MDNI)

Dokyeom:

Reasons Not to Hate Rain:

“I can do better, I’ll show you.” He says, standing up and holding out his hand for you to take. You raise an eyebrow in confusion but grab it anyways, standing up so that you’re face to face with him. It’s at this moment that you realize 3 things.

1. He’s the perfect height for someone you might want to kiss 2. His arm muscles are huge and you would like to touch them 3. You’re not going to kiss him or touch his arms because you’re delusional. end of story.

He starts leading you towards the door and you’re brought out of your little daze to pull him back (or attempt to, unsuccessfully - because his arms are twice the size of yours).

“hold on what are you doing?”

“i’m showing you something I love about the rain, duh.”

(smut | MDNI)

Vernon:

CLOWNERY: written as a request for a friend.

"Dating an Idol has its ups and downs.

Pro: He's the love of your life. Con: you can't be seen together in public.

Good thing Vernon has a solution (and a strong sex drive)."

(smut | MDNI)