#( one of those cafe style ones that u have to switch on and let warm up for 20 mins )

[soulwillower]

if you’re too shy • richie tozier

(richie tozier x cam girl!reader smut)

[based off the song if you’re too shy (let me know) by the 1975.]

requested: i can't find it lol BUT 🤍anon (i think) requested a fic based off of the 1975′s new song, if you’re too shy let me know !!

warnings: swearing, alcohol use, switch!richie kinda, smut, unprotected sex, a tiny bit of cumplay i guess, mentions of phone sex, oral sex (female receiving), face sitting, a bit of dirty talking, UNEDITED as always

also i wrote this in a different style than usual and idk if i like it much but u can let me know what u guys think,, if its weird i can go in and change the povs since its 3rd person richie

[losers + reader are 21+ in this.]

7.4k words lol

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i see her online all the time i'm trying not to stare down there while she talks about her tough time

"h-hey, man, who's that?" the voice from right next to richie makes him damn near leap out of his seat. it makes beverly chuckle a bit as she takes a bite of her apple, shaking her head. "it’s nobody." richie says quickly as he tilts his phone towards his chest and shoots a toothy grin to bill. his friend raises his full eyebrows, "wh-what, so n-nobody was sending you n-nudes?"

"something like that." richie mutters, stomach fluttering as the image flashes in his mind’s eye - the curves, the dark red lace, the plush skin painting a perfect scene in richie’s vivid imagination.

richie looks back down at the photo. his his thumbs hover over the profile picture; he'd found her originally on his instagram explore page, the photos teasing and immediately he had to know more. y/n.

and then a few days later, he'd subscribed to her only fans, which he never quite thought he'd do with anyone, but he couldn't help it. she was so enticing, so perfect and so alluring. it was the playfulness that pulled him in; and he swears he's never lusted after somebody like he has with her. it was kind of starting to freak him out.

"is that o-onlyfans?" bill says and richie shoves bill's nosy face off his shoulder with a panicked grunt. "fuck off, mushmouth."

bill laughs and stan and bev perk up from across the table, staring at the two, interests suddenly piqued. "did you subscribe to a girl's onlyfans, rich?" stan says with a grin, setting his pen down on his notebook. 

richie just smirks and wiggles his brows a bit, enough to confirm his question. bill chuckles from next to richie.

"let me see." bev says, wiggling her manicured nails in a "gimme" motion. richie hands his phone over with red cheeks. normally he wouldn't care about his friends discovering he's paid money just to see a hot chick's bod, but this was different. for some reason, he felt connected to her. god, that thought made him want to slam his head against a brick wall. she doesn't even know him,  for all he knows she could live in the middle of.... montana, or like, ohio.

bev whistles and stan nods, "if i looked like that," bev mumbles as she tosses richie's phone back towards him, "i'd do that too. mad props."

noises of agreement fill the table but richie's just looking at the small smirk that peeks from the corner of one of the photos and he can't help but wonder what her eyes are like in real life. he wishes he could meet her.

girl of your dreams, you know what i mean there's something 'bout her stare that makes you nervous and you say things that you don't mean

it's a cold day when bill and richie find themselves stumbling in to the coffee shop for a drink. bill's muttering about some girl in his creative writing class that gave him head when richie's eyes catch a figure so familiar yet foreign that he stops dead in his tracks. bill turns to him, face confused. "r-richie, what's wrong w-with you?"

richie shakes his head, stammering in disbelief, "that-that's her, bill. the girl, from onlyfans. y/n." he whispers, gesturing with his eyes towards the girl working the register.

bill’s jaw goes slack, green eyes raking over her form and igniting richie’s stomach with boiling rage. as if bill’s doing something that only richie is allowed to do – as if they're not both being total creeps.

“h-holy sh-shit. she’s b-beautiful.” bill mumbles. richie elbows him in the ribs, shooting him a glare that prompts an eye-roll from his auburn haired friend.

richie swallows and watches, his throat feeling like sandpaper as she laughs at something the customer in front of them said. bill nudges richie, "i-i'm gonna get a s-seat. t-talk to her."

he winks and grins as he walks away, leaving richie with his reckless self. he thinks he's sweating through his sweater as he walks up, finding himself face-to-face with her. "hi, how can i help you?" she asks, giving him a smile

holyshitholyshitholyshit.

he might've just came right then and there. okay, he's gotta say something cool, something smooth. don't be a dumbass, tozier. 

"howdy, sugar. i'll have my coffee like i like my women." his mouth blurts as his brain sirens go off, PUT ON THE BRAKES, RICH – "a hot shock to the lap.”

she glares at him, cheeks light pink and eyebrows pulled together in annoyance and yep, richie's probably going to get hard because of that look but he's also probably going to toss his body off a bridge because what the fuck, tozier?

he can hear bill laughing quietly from a ways away and he quickly shakes his head, muttering quietly, "jail. jail, richard."

"funny." she deadpans, clearly not amused. because of course she isn't.

"sorry, i'll have a black coffee, y/n." he mutters, eyes widening to himself when he realizes she was not wearing a goddamn name tag and he just said her name.

this is a disaster. she gives him a bewildered, slightly creeped out look and if richie wasn't panicking, he'd gape at how she still managed to be effortlessly gorgeous even now.

he sighs, shaking his head, the door of the cafe opening and blowing a gust of frigid air through the warm room. fitting - douche chill. 

"look, toots, i don't want this to be weird. i- um, i recognize you." he says, cheeks aflame. she raises a brow, face straight for a few moments, unsure what he means.

it's not long after when recognition flashes over her own face - must have ruled out coffee shop, university and her local gym - and she nods with a tight, almost uncomfortable smile. 

he tries not to think of the livestream he watched last night where she showed all her new gifts and modeled lingerie, and how he’d spent his time to himself with his left hand immediately after watching. his cheeks are red with shame. 

"okay." is all she says, writing down a scribbled order on the coffee cup. her eyes shoot back up and give richie a once-over that really makes his fingers itch - god, why did he have to be this way? 

he almost runs his fingers through his curls but decides against it, eyes opting to focus on her own gorgeous eyes as they meet him. "i'm impressed i have a fan who looks like you, i must say. even if you are a complete jack ass." she purrs and his jaw nearly smacks the floor at its velocity as it flies open.

"what's that supposed to mean?" he asks then with a small grin, flattered at the tiniest of compliments that just barely, in his mind, eclipsed the insult that he so very much deserved.

"i'm saying you're kind of a dick. it's too bad, because you're real cute." she says casually, handing him his change. his stomach flips and butterflies release in his chest, a feeling that he's not felt in almost five years.

but damn, of course he messed up - he got the chance to talk to the hottest girl on earth and he started it by saying an awful joke that wasn't funny at all. of course she though he was a dick, he is one.

he's shocked, though, as he waits for his coffee with bill, who is still snickering into his hand every few moments, to find his coffee cup with extra sharpie scribbled on the white paper. a name.

y/n. and below it is a phone number with a small heart scribbled, and richie can't tell if it's a seven or a one but he figures he'd try every phone number in the damn state if it meant he could fucking text her. holy fuck.

"maybe i would like you better if you took off your clothes i'm not playing with you, baby i think that you should give it a go" she said, "maybe i would like you better if you took off your clothes i wanna see, and stop thinking if you're too shy, then let me too shy, then let me know"

he didn't text her for two days and three hours. yes, he counted it. no, he won't think about why he was obsessing over the numbers - but since the time he'd finally had found the courage to text her today, things have escalated proficiently. 

she'd just mentioned how hot it was in her apartment since her heater had gone haywire - even though the winter winds were cold, she'd claimed she was burning up in what she was wearing.

and the mere mention of her clothing had sent richie into somewhat of a spiral, spending at least seven minutes glued to his phone and scrolling through the saved album he had of those photos of her that she'd posted; his sweatpants getting increasingly tight and his palm suddenly aching to slip through the fabric and find some release.

but, in true trashmouth fashion, he apparently needed that sweet, sweet rejection from a hot cam girl he'd somehow weaseled into getting the number of in order to wank off properly, so he types out a text and hits send immediately.

what are you wearing?

and then he almost vomits in embarrassment – what was she going to think? did he just royally fuck up? oh god, he’s going to have to shave his head and move to canada.

his phone buzzes and he nearly passes out when he lays his eyes upon the image attached – there her body is again, curvy and full and beautiful, her skin glowing in the fading light of what he assumes is her bedroom. and with it:

this. what are you wearing, rich?

and then he pulls his gaze from his phone and stands, breathing heavily because holy shit.

he's gotten nudes before, but.... none from someone like her. holy shit.

he walks to his bathroom, splashing water on his beet-red cheeks. he swallows, staring at himself in the mirror. fuck.

he slaps his cheek once, then winking at himself in attempt to muster any sliver of confidence. and then he snaps a picture, only in his boxers.

and then he has to physically refrain from making a joke about wearing the same lingerie set as her, instead sending a flirty text that he knows any other woman would blush at. he just doesn’t know with y/n, and maybe that’s why he loves it so much. she's keeping him on his toes.

you like what you see?

he sends that one afterwards, shaking his head because oh my god, she's going to respond with "no" and then bill him $40 for the nude she sent him. not that he wouldn't pay, but...

his phone dings and he nearly breaks an ankle running to his desk. 

yeah, i do. but maybe i'd like you better without any clothes on.

he almost yells out loud at this, but he has a feeling that waking up stan in the middle of the night would not be optimal after their 'roommate agreement' they'd made that explicitly states richie cannot scream between 1am - 9am. so instead he smirks to himself, face turning red.

he's getting harder by the moment, and as he stares at that picture she'd sent earlier, he lets out a breathy groan. the lace....

we could face time yk

or we don't have to.

he reads her words in live time, watching the thought bubble appear again and watching it like a hawk. he can just imagine her sitting there with a small smirk as another text comes in and he almost groans as his dick twitches.

like, if you're too shy or something ;)

he stares at the screen for two seconds at that sinful photo she'd sent just before those texts and then sighs, shaking his head and pressing the green face-time call button.

i've been wearing nothing every time i call you and i'm starting to feel weird about it sometimes it's better if you think about it this time, i think i'm gonna drink through it

three days later, richie was undeniably and unequivocally drunk. but, as he's just explained about three times to mike, he knows that it is just easier to not think right, especially about her, right now - and the best way to do that is by getting so piss drunk that even if he tried to "hit her line," as he so eloquently put it, his dick would be too whiskey'd out to make a full appearance.

it's for the best. mike had fake gagged at richie’s cadence with a laugh, but richie was dead serious because he was starting to think he had a real issue.

it was obviously just a fun thing to do between two near-strangers, but he'd found that he was starting to almost pavlov-style condition himself into getting turned on every time the name y/n came across his recent texts or face times, and it was getting to be too much.

especially when her post notification popped up and he cracked a fatty in the middle of his econ lecture. christ, the point of elasticity of markers in the u.s. was not something he pictured when he usually had to quell a pitch in his tent. so yeah, it's too much.

because yes, he loves her fucking body and wants nothing more than her, but in truth he longs for the feeling of her skin against his; to touch her, to kiss her, to make her his. all the time.

but yet, it was just a good way to get off without all the strings and ribbons and yarn and whatever the fuck her soft-looking knit bra is made from attached.

so much for not thinking about her.

but i see her online (and don't think that i should be calling) all the time (i just wanted a happy ending) and i'm pretending i don't care about her stare while she's giving me a tough time

it’s noon the next day and he's laying in (for some reason) stan's bed instead of his own with a blinding, mind-splitting headache and an insatiable craving for a cheeseburger, eyes squinting in lust and something akin to shame as he watches the livestream y/n had just started. she’s in a slip – a very thin, silk and see through slip and it makes him more frustrated than he’s willing to admit.

as he stares at her smooth skin and wonders how it'd be to touch it all, her eyes catch something in the chat and she smiles coyly. "hi, rich." she purrs and richie almost chokes - holy shit, she saw him join.

"do you like my gift i just got?" she asks coyly, snapping the straps of her bra with a small smile and he stiffens almost instantly, thinking of how many times he'd seen her skin in videos and photos that were just for him.

how she'd moaned his name two nights ago on face time, her fingers buried inside herself slightly off-camera. and oh, how he wishes he could see all of her, but they'd not crossed that line yet - anything they'd done hadn't been yet proven visually, only from facial expressions, noises, and the brutal honestly of being together through face time.

he wants her so fucking bad, he needs her like he needs water to drink and air to breathe and it's murdering him as he watches her react to the chat of her livestream, playing with the hem of her black lace panties.

god, he needs a cold shower or something if he's going to get anything done today.

and then he's calling her an a few hours after her stream ends because he just can't wait - he feels his stomach twist with shame as he realizes he should not be doing such a certainly a terrible idea. but she answers after three rings. "richie." her siren voice purrs and he literally feels himself fall deeper into the pit.

"hi there, toots. got any coffee in the pot for me?" he asks, sounding surprisingly eloquent compared to how she normally makes him feel. 

she hums in fake thought, and it makes richie grin. she's fucking adorable. "come to the shop, i have my break in ten." and then she hangs up. he sighs, rubbing his face with his hand as he shakes his head. he's utterly fucked.

he's there in record time, a smirk plastered on his face as he walks in and sees her sitting at a table, lookin' all pretty. just for him.

"what made you think of calling?" she says in loo of a greeting. he sits across from her and wills his eyes to meet hers. "nothin' toots." he says with a half shrug, taking a sip of the coffee placed in front of him that has the the name 'dick' written on it in her handwriting. he rolls his eyes affectionately.

"oh, so it wasn't anything to do with my livestream this morning?" she asks with a look, eyeing him. her eyes are swimmable, they hold so many stories and secrets and maybe richie's just hungover, but he's feeling very flustered.

"we-w, uh, no. what... what are you talking about?" he rolls his eyes at himself inwardly, cursing stuttering bill and his contagious speech patterns. "-i don't know what you're talking about, sugar." he recovers fairly smoothly, if he may toot his own horn. and honestly, he can pretend not to care as long as he doesn't look into that goddamn stare of hers.

he chuckles awkwardly, cheeks aflame as she stares at him with a bored look and a small hum. she still looks perfect and he's even more nervous now, because oh god, oh fuck, he's gonna get slapped in the face by y/n.

it was pretty unspoken since they'd started doing... stuff... that richie probably still watched her content online, but she'd never fully addressed it until today during the livestream in front of a thousand others. 

he's choking on his spit in shame but then a smile splits her face and richie's sure he's suffocated on his own saliva and gone to a sinner's heaven. or maybe hell.

"oh, richie, i'm just teasing you. look at your face!" she says with an airy laugh, pinching his cheeks and making him want to shrivel up as he turns even redder. what the fuck? "-so cute. alright, i've got to get back to work. i'll see you around, rich." she says with a wink, taking her coffee and tossing it into the trash bin as she stalks towards the employee back room.

he gapes as he watches her leave and then gets up and makes his way to the exit, clutching the coffee like it was trying to jump out of his grasp and make a run for it. god, she's too much.

"maybe i would like you better if you took off your clothes i'm not playing with you, baby i think that you should give it a go" she said, "maybe i would like you better if you took off your clothes i wanna see, and stop thinking If you're too shy, then let me too shy, then let me know"

"-babe, you'll have to try harder than that." richie says with a chuckle, watching his phone screen as the beautiful girl on face time gives him a sly, challenging look. she's in a green lace bra, one richie's not seen yet and he can feel himself stiffen as she absently trails her fingers over her chest.

they'd been much closer over the last week since he last saw her in person, enough so that in the three-is weeks of knowing her, he's positive he's head over ass for her in a way that he shouldn't be. and yet, she still comes back every time, still texts him and answers those face time calls. he's baffled, honestly.

"i know you hate me because i'm right." he adds, not even totally remembering what point he's trying to prove as y/n shifts back a bit and more of her body is revealed, her hair glowing dimly in the soft lighting of her room. his eyes run over her curves, her full thighs and stomach and hips that fill over her panties and he almost groans.

"whatever, maybe i'd like you better if you took off your clothes." she says coyly. and richie's half flattered, as usual, but the more he thinks of it the more deflated he feels. he kind of thought they were growing something more than just getting each other off over face time like horny fifteen year olds. he grins nonetheless.

"you say that a lot, you know." richie says breathlessly as he stares at her. she tilts her head ever so slightly and grins, biting her lip as her eyes move around her screen with a conflicted look. "-why?" he adds.

she hums again.

"well. okay, so there's the visual world - like, the internet, onlyfans, instagram- it tells us that everything is amazing. and we should want everything. and it makes us yearn for everything that we don’t have and everything that’s unobtainable. you know, love, a relationship beyond physical. and even physical, it's different when it's online."

her words confuse him much more than they aid him. "you think... that because of the internet, love is unattainable?" he asks with furrowed brows, unsure how somebody so perfect and, quite frankly, lovable, would think that.

"it is for me." she says it with a small sense of forlorning but mostly it's whispered. enough that richie's heart skips a beat and he's, for the first time, not having a hard time keeping his eyes on her face instead of her body.

"what?" he asks dumbly. she just laughs, shaking her head and he stares at her on his tiny phone screen in the dark.

"that’s something that, you know. in real life, person to person, it has a lot of connotations of... trust and vulnerability and connection. doing what i do- and what we're doing… on the internet - it has the opposite of those connotations. like, before you, i didn't- i didn't really do this, i just was selling stuff. because guys don't want to fuck the girl who sells her body online. and you know now, i want to..." she trails off and richie doesn't dare interrupt her because he thinks she's about to say something he's wanted to tell her for a while now.

"i don't know, i guess. exploring someone's body in physical presence isn't seen at all as voyeuristic, or anything apart from...like, an intimate exchange." she says it casually, brushing hair from her face and shit, richie's swooning. he's in fucking love, he knows it, because y/n is so smart and intelligent and he's so fucking trashed for her. as she speaks, her hands move and distract him slightly from her body, doused in blue light from the screen and splayed out for him and only him on her phone camera.

the soft lace on her hips and chest make his body stiffen and it causes him to suppress a groan as she sighs, but richie knows he can’t screenshot this heavenly sight because she’ll definitely notice and she can probably already tell he’s having a hard time not staring at her alluring figure as she talks.

"-whereas, you know. as soon as it happens on the internet, it becomes kinky and cam-girly. and, you know, that's fine. i love doing it. it's just, i'm not sure where the authentic communication even is now. or if i get to have a happy ending." she says and he finally sees her blush for the first time.

he wishes he was there with her, he wishes that he could touch the redness on her cheeks and caress her curvy body and taste her skin on his tongue. he wants to feel himself inside her, he wants to be with her and kiss her lips and yet he can't, so he sighs and shifts in his position, moving to turn up the brightness of his phone so he can see better.

"shouldn't you get to be the one to decide that, doll?" is all he adds. because he feels kind of lost and just as confused as y/n is with this.

he's starting to feel weird about it, because... is this authentic? what makes things like hookups or whatever the hell they've been doing authentic? shouldn't this be easy? it's just phone sex, phone sex with a really hot girl.

a girl who is complex and alive and full of sincerity and richie is definitely falling harder than he should.

she just sighs but makes no other comment. and then they just stare at each other, richie's face illuminated in his dark room by the phone's reflection.

well, i found a motel it looked like the bins i think there'd been a murder so we couldn't get in i need to get back i've gotta see the girl on the screen

"come over and watch a movie with me." he says into the phone, biting his lip. the silence from the other end of the line is deafening as she makes her decision, because they both know she's not about to come over just to watch the shining or psycho. 

they've never done that before, and richie knows if she does come over, then whatever they have will crash down in a fiery mess. and he hates how excited that makes him as he waits in silence for her to drop the ball. so to speak.

"okay." she says, sounding shocked herself, and richie can't contain the excited grin from eclipsing his face. "yeah?" he asks breathlessly, and she's quiet for a little longer. "yeah. text me your address." 

she hangs up after that, and richie's thumbs shake as he types his address and sprints out to where stan, mike, ben, and bill are playing video games in he and stan's living room, wheezing at all of them to get out because someone fucking unbelievable is about to walk through that door.

she's there about an hour later, cheeks flushed when richie opens his door, looking just as nervous and flustered. "hi, chee." she says breathlessly, staring up at him with those goddamn eyes, the eyes that pulled him in the first time. his stomach flips in affection at her nickname and he offers her a drink as she takes in his shitty apartment. he wonders briefly if stan ended up buying that rosé that he'd given him shit for considering, and then prays that stan will stay the night elsewhere.

she's already pouring out glasses of wine when he snaps back to reality, and he grins at her, mumbling in thanks as she passes him a glass that's certainly poured almost to the brim.

"what are we watching, then?" she asks coyly, lifting a brow at him. his cheeks are red, but he tugs her arm down the hall towards his room with a grin, their wine sloshing from their glasses as they move erratically.

"we're watching psycho, y/n/n." he says as he pulls her into his room, glancing back to see she's already swallowed down almost half her glass, a lipstick stain on the side of it. faintly he knows stan will be frustrated if richie doesn't clean that off, but he's more distracted by her lips.

"i like psycho." she says with a nod and a cheeky grin, "the whole 'voyeuristic gaze' thing with hitchcock." she mumbles, and richie recalls faintly learning about that in one of his film classes freshman year and he grins as he takes a hefty gulp of his rosé, figuring he's already given himself away and if she's going to do that, he can too.

he hums, setting down his glass and grabbing hers to set it besides his on the bedside table. he turns around, intending on grabbing his laptop so they could watch the film, but she's so much closer that he'd expected and her hands fall onto his shoulders and he almost shits himself.

unpleasant, but honest. just richie's style.

"can i try something?" she asks with a grin, and richie nods, knowing that she could do anything to him and he'd gladly let it happen and most likely pay out of pocket for the damages afterwards.

and then she's pulling him from her grip on his shoulders, her lips sliding against his and making him grip her hips. his mind almost explodes at with y/n-sensory-overload because he feels her everywhere - on his lips, against his hands, on his shoulders, and pressing against his front.

her lips taste like chamomile and rosé.

she thinks his lips taste like vanilla and cigarette smoke, just as she'd always imagined. he feels so real, pressed against her lips and his body against hers, and she sighs as her tongue slips into his mouth because god, she's needed him for so long. and now she has him.

his hands move, touching every inch of her as their tongues fight for dominance. she pulls back, smirking as she gently pushes him onto his mattress, sliding onto his lap smoothly afterwards, grinding her hips against his slowly.

the moan he emits is heavenly and she could cry because she finally gets to hear it in person and not through the crackling static frequency of the phone.

so she grinds down on him again, eager to feel all of him. he's hardening against her core and she whimpers into his mouth in need as his fingers slip under her top, rubbing circles on her bare skin and making her shiver. she's noticed to this gentleness; it was rare when she did get to enjoy the comfort of another body with her own, and when she did they were hardly half as loving or caring as him.

she's desperate now, she needs to feel him inside her after all these weeks of teasing and waiting, so her hand snakes down to palm him through his sweats. he lets out a small groan into her mouth, biting her lip as he pulls back slightly. their eyes meet and his are hooded with lust, lips parted as she pumps him slowly from outside his sweats. his hips buck up lightly into her palm and she smiles gently, kissing him slowly.

"let me make you feel good, y/n." he mutters, eyes pleading as he stares up at her. her stomach flutters with butterflies and she nods, shocked that he wants to pleasure her.

he gently pulls her off his lap until she's laying on his mattress and he stares down at her, biting his lip as he takes her in. he can't fucking believe she's really here. she slowly pulls off her top, leaving her in her bra and jeans as she stares up at him with a wry, seductive smile. then she unzips her jeans and slides them off, leaving her in his favorite set of hers - black, lacy, and revealing. she looks utterly stunning and he groans, his hands falling to run over the skin, tracing the lace on her breasts. her cheeks are red as she gazes up at him.

"touch me, richie." she orders and he almost groans as he drags his lips over the valley of her breasts, sucking on the soft flesh and admiring the splashes of budding purple and pink that he's created. her heartbeat is quick under his fingertips and he moves to unclip her bra, kissing her skin as the fabric falls away.

she's slightly cold in his room, and goosebumps appear over her flesh as richie leans to catch a nipple in her mouth, flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud. she lets out a quiet whine that has richie rutting into the mattress next to her, his fingers trailing down to dance at the waistline of her underwear.

and then he's pulling aside her panties, his fingers running up and down her slick folds and making her jump in lust. he can't wait, just like her, and he's rubbing her clit teasingly as she pleads, "chee, please."  her eyes are eyes closed in bliss as his finger slips inside her, crooking slightly as he moves it. he presses his lips to the skin of her breast, pumping his finger and then soon adding another, crooking them both in a way that makes her let out guttural moans of pleasure. he marks her breasts with littered pink and red marks, smiling to himself at her figure.

she can't help but swoon as she watches him, his hair in his face slightly until she brushes it back, his fingers curling inside her and making her gasp, pleasure coursing through her body. his thumb softly comes up to rub her neglected clit and she grabs his shoulders to steady herself, the pleasure almost too much.

she's honestly slightly shocked - knowing richie as little as she really does outside of the literal booty calls at two in the morning and the accumulative forty five minutes they'd spent in person, she'd expected him to be... well, good. just good. because there's no way someone so funny, caring, and smart could also be that good in the sheets.

but right now, he's making her see goddamn stars.

"i've been wanting to touch you for so long, sugar." he mutters, eyes raking over her figure as her breath comes in stuttering gasps. she watches him with blown-wide eyes as his demeanor changes right before her, making her fall apart at his fingertips.

"that feel good, honey?" he asks, smirking as she whimpers, clenching around his fingers. "yes, god you feel so good." she utters, making him groan in approval from where he's sat back, watching her face contort in pleasure. she lets out another moan and richie stares at her body, watching his fingers as they fuck into her. he can't take it, then.

"will you sit on my face, doll?" he blurts, and she nearly yelps out as his fingers leave her. it's abrupt, but she's started to notice that this is how he operates - impulsivity is his second nature. and she loves it.

her face burns as she nods, the thought of richie under her making her whimper with anticipation. "yes, richie, please." she moans out again and he's grinning, laying back on the mattress with a wink. "c'mere, need to taste that pretty little pussy." he mutters and she feels herself clench around nothing, desperate for him as she swings a leg around to straddle his head.

immediately, his hands wrap around her thighs, thumbs smoothing over her stretch marks as he stares up at her, eyes glinting with desire. slowly, his finger pulls the seat of her lace panties to the side and his breath hits her bare, throbbing pussy, making her breath hitch. she cards her fingers through his hair and lowers herself slightly, gasping in shock as his tongue darts out to lick a bold stripe up from her entrance to her clit.

"chee," she moans out, tightening her grip in his hair and sending a groan through his body that reverberates and makes her shiver. his lips attach to her clit and fiery pleasure snakes through her body making her legs shake, a moan escaping her lips immediately. he sucks lightly before releasing to swirl his tongue, her moans making richie impossibly harder through his sweats.

"so good, rich." she mutters and he groans, tongue spreading her wet folds and slowly prodding at her entrance, dipping in slowly before pulling out, teasing her.

she can't help but grind down slightly, making richie grip her tightly, tongue sliding into her again and making her yelp. "you taste so good, baby." he mutters lowly before slowly reattaching himself to her heat, her eyes rolling slightly at the sensation as he fucks his tongue into her. one of his hands snakes up to her ass, gripping it tightly and then slapping it, the stinging pleasure making her buck her hips against him, emitting a hiss from her.

"rich, i-" she cuts herself off with a sharp gasp, the pleasure from richie's mouth making it increasingly harder to speak. her toes curl and her head tilts back as his tongue flicks over her clit, teeth grazing it slightly and making her buck.

she's embarrassingly close already, and judging by the way richie's smirking under her, he can tell. "please, please." she mutters, hips rocking on him as his tongue swirls, nipping softly at her clit and making her cry out. "please, make me cum, 'chee." she mutters and his tongue moves quicker, hand slapping her ass again.

and then she's clenching her thighs on either side of him and grinding down as she hits her peak, moaning quietly as she shakes in pleasure on top of him. he rides through her high, lapping at her and pulling away with a grin as she moans his name dejectedly. she's worn out from the best orgasm she's ever had and he gently nudges her so he slides in between her thighs, her back now on the mattress. he kisses her cheek and she keens quietly.

"fuck me, richie." she mutters, eyes still closed. his eyes snap to hers, surprised at the dominance in her voice after how she was two seconds ago.

he moans quietly, kissing her deeply as he ruts against her and relishes in the feeling. he's pulling off his sweats and boxers in record time and then he's pumping himself as he grips her hips, turning her so she's on her stomach, ass propped up slightly. his hand runs over the smooth skin of her ass, snapping the elastic of her panties and making her moan quietly.

then he's lining up her hips with his, pulling aside the lacy seat of her underwear to press against her entrance. he waits a moment as he leans to press a soft kiss to her spine, slowly easing into her. she moans loudly as he eases in, her face pressing against the pillows. she smiles as she smells the scent she'd just recently come to know as his, his cock stretching her and filling her up fully as he buries himself to the hilt inside her.

"so tight, sugar." he mutters and she whimpers, getting antsy as she adjusts to his size. "richie, please, need it so bad." she mutters, bucking her hips back against him in need.

"say that again." he mutters, sounding strangled, and she grins into the sheets. "please fuck me, richie. need it so bad, need to feel you ruin me." she whimpers, chest fluttering in anticipation. his hands grip her hips as he pulls out of her slowly, almost as slowly as he entered, before stopping almost all the way out. she moans loudly in pleasure as he pushes back in, snapping his hips against hers and filling her completely.

she briefly thanks god that his roommate seemed to be out for the night as she moans his name loud enough for the neighbors to hear.

he sets a brutal pace, his cock thick as it fills her up and makes her toes curl. he pushes her hair away from her neck and presses kisses to it as he hits a spot inside her that makes her scream his name. his fingers move to pinch her nipples, rolling them as he fucks into her.

she's completely blissed out at the feeling of him inside her, so glad that he invited her over and that they finally get to touch each other. "rich, oh my god." she emits, eyes squinted shut in complete pleasure.

"fuck, toots, takin' me so well, aren't you?" he asks, hands kneading her ass before slapping her right ass cheek harshly, making her arch her back. at the new angle they both let out a groan and richie knows he'll fucking cum too soon if they stay like this, so without warning he pulls out completely.

y/n whines, breathing heavily as his hands come to flip her around. now on her back, they make eye contact and she bites her lip, pulling him in for a searing kiss that knocks the wind out of both of them. images of richie in his room alone, snaps and late-night face times play through her mind as he grips her and slides her hips down towards him on the mattress and lines himself to her again, pulling her legs up so they're against his chest before pushing in.

he gives no time to adjust to this angle and it makes her moan loudly as he hits a spot deep inside her that pulls her closer and closer to her second orgasm.

his name leaves her cherry lips like a mantra and he can't stop staring at her as he fucks her into the mattress - the way her tits bounce with his brutal pace, the way her face is twisted in pleasure, the way she clenches and spasms around his cock.

one hand grips her breast, rubbing her nipple with his thumb and forefinger as he kisses her again, addicted to her taste as he feels himself coming closer and closer to the edge.

"chee, fuck, right there." she moans out and he groans in pleasure, the feeling of her walls clenching around him making his hips stutter. he keeps his thrusts up, though, as her fingernails rake down his back leaving small trails of burning pleasure in their wake.

her skin is covered with a sheen line of sweat as she looks up at him, hair wild and lips kiss-bruised. "god, don't stop, 'm gonna cum." she mutters and he snaps his hips harder, eager to make her cum so hard all she can think of is his name.

he moves a hand down to rub at her clit and he moans into her neck as she clenches hard around him, her hips bucking spastically. he can tell she's about to cum, and after a hard thrust, she does for the second time, spasming around him and sending waves of pleasure up his body. she's moaning his name, pulling him closer in bliss as she becomes sensitive and god damn it, she's so fucking beautiful.

"please cum, richie." she whispers against his lips, "please."  and then at her will, he's spilling into her, hips stuttering as he pushes as deep into her as he can, loving how she clenches in sensitivity around him. he stays inside her for a moment as they breathe, coming down from their highs and eyes closed as they take in what just happened.

"holy shit." he says because yeah, that's like all he can say right now because he just got to fuck y/n and she's kissing his fucking collarbones right now and its making him blush and his heart flutter.

"that was...incredible." she whispers against his skin and he can feel her smile against his skin. it makes him feel all soft inside as he pulls out of her and flops next to her, kissing her forehead.

his fingers flutter over her sensitive core, smiling as he sees how wrecked she is, some cum dripping down her leg. he then soothes over the lace panties, patting her lightly and kissing her red cheek.

"rich?" she asks, making him look up at her. he hums in question, pushing some of her hair back. "can we still watch the movie?"

his heart swells and he grins, kissing her softly. "of course, doll. you're too cute." he says with a wink, making her roll her eyes. he hands her his shirt and then pulls sweats on himself, mumbling "stay here" and padding out to the kitchen to get her water and snacks,  then returning minutes later to see her holding his phone in her clutch with a smirk.

"what're you doing?" he asks with a smile, but she shakes her head, making grabby hands for him and the snacks. so he laughs, cuddling up with the girl of his dreams and watching a flick, falling sleep with tangled limbs and a lipstick-stained neck.

and after she leaves the next morning with a kiss and a wink, he checks his phone and smirks to himself as he notices the lock screen she'd apparently made last night while he was making snacks.

a photo of her in his bed, wearing his shirt, a soft smirk on her face, neck littered in budding hickeys and a hand between her thighs next to her black lace panties.

god, she's going to be the absolute death of him.

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[hyunsracha]

some things — kim seungmin

word count: 2.6k

summary: your life with seungmin was full of routines. but some things change.

Some things never change, you assumed.

The cool metal of bleachers was a constant under your thighs, as was the open binder that sat in your lap. The contents of said binder changed with the seasons, but your eyes scanned them the same. The analytical glare you always wore stayed the same, eyes only ever softening when they came into contact with him. 

Him, with his perfectly styled hair, hours of practice barely messing up the strands. Fitted baseball uniform snuggly pressed against his tall frame, beads of sweat forming at the brow. The sounds of his heavy steps on the bleachers were music to your ears as you pulled your attention from the papers in front of you. 

“What are you studying?” He breathed out, accepting the water you offered to him out of habit.

“Cost-benefit analysis.”

“Again?”

“Unfortunately so. A majority of the class failed our last test on it, so we’re doing it again.”

He chuckled, “But you passed, right?”

“94%.” You grumbled down at the paper. You shouldn’t have to relearn things you already knew. But you had familiarized yourself with every part of this course the first week; you weren’t learning anything new at this point. You closed the binder when he cleared his throat.

“Wanna take a trip to Smith’s? On me.” It was always Smith’s, and it was always on him. But that’s just the way the two of you were. Since you were freshmen in high school, 4 years ago. Your father had gotten a job at a firm in a different city, causing you to uproot your entire life just after middle school ended. On your first day in a completely new area, Seungmin saw you eating lunch alone and decided to join you.

“C...Can I sit here?” You remember him saying, pointing a shaky finger to the seat beside you. And you had nodded, forcing yourself to hide an excited smile.

“What’s that?”

“Oh!” You frowned at the heavy book you had placed next to your tray, “It’s a law textbook. My dad is a lawyer, and he wants me to be one, so I have to read all of this stuff.” You didn’t know what you wanted to be yet, but you certainly didn’t want to be a lawyer. You would frankly rather die than argue with strangers in stuffy ties all day long. But apparently, Seungmin did, “I wanna be a lawyer! Can I see it?” You nodded again, pushing the book his way. You allowed yourself to smile once you saw the way his eyes lit up at the words on the pages. 

Seungmin hasn’t left your side since.

Maybe that’s why you fell in love with him years ago. Because he never left your side. Even after you broke each other’s hearts on a set of bleachers identical to the ones you were sitting on now, too young and too dumb to be good for each other, he never left you. 

You forced yourself up, collecting all of your things and putting them in your bag before following Seungmin to his car. You knew how to drive, and you had a car of your own that you bought in high school, but Seungmin’s car was nicer, and he was nice enough to drive you around all the time. You knocked impatiently on the window for Seungmin to unlock the passenger side door, as you always did. And you immediately plugged your phone into the aux once you were seated, as you always did. Full of routines, you and Seungmin. But that’s what worked between the two of you. How could you ever want to do anything different? 

Well…

You watch him while he drives, a playlist of Dean and Day6 songs soft in the background. He drove with one hand, the other resting on the center console, tapping mindlessly. Maybe you did want to do something different. Maybe you wanted to reach out and wrap your fingers around his. Maybe it would feel like it used to.

You shook your head. You already knew you and Seungmin wouldn’t work out. But then, why was your face suddenly red at the mere thought of holding your best friend’s hand?

Smith’s was a small cafe on the outskirts of town. The two of you have had many a study date here. The warm atmosphere mixed with its cheap coffee made it one of your favorite places in town. Bonus points for the cute barista you had made friends with at the beginning of the year. 

“(Name)! Seungmin! My favorite customers! Your regulars, I assume?” The previously mentioned barista chirped. How Jisung could be so cheerful all the time, you didn’t know. But you always appreciated the extra brightness he brought to your days. You made small talk with the boy as Seungmin paid, not failing to notice the brightness of his cheeks and the small sun he drew on your cup, but not your friend’s. You knew Jisung had a bit of a crush on you; he had practically admitted it to you one night when you were studying alone. And you would go for it, honestly, but there was something holding you back.

That something pushed the warm cup of coffee into your hands, tilting his head toward your favorite table. You followed his footsteps, situating yourself in the booth. The two of you always sat here. Same table, same drinks, same boy. And it felt right.

Conversation with Seungmin was always easy. How was class, how was practice, is that one professor still seemingly trying to flunk you? You could flow from topic to topic with the brunet without skipping a beat. This was the purest version of yourself; no schoolwork, fathers, or expectations making you act differently. Seungmin always brought out the real you, and you figured one day you would have to thank him for that.

Some things do change, you discovered.

You looked past Seungmin’s sheepish grin as his words sunk in. 

You were sitting on the bleachers again. This time, your binder was open to a print-out

about personal finance. Seungmin wore the same baseball uniform with the same perfect hair. But this time, something was different. 

Seungmin was telling you about his upcoming date.

It wasn’t the first time either of you had started seeing somebody else, obviously. It had been over two years since you broke up. 

Let’s see...you had dated Hwang Hyunjin junior year. It ended horribly. You also went on a few dates with Lee Minho last semester. And Seungmin had dated Choi Lia that same year. And Shin Ryujin senior year. And Yang Jeongin senior year. None of those relationships ever upset you. Well, except for the breakups. Especially his breakup with Ryujin. That one was messy.

So why did the idea of Seungmin going on a date with someone new make your stomach flip with something besides excitement for your closest friend? But you smiled anyway, shutting your binder firmly, “Tell me about it!”

“Well..” He started rambling about this boy named Felix that he had met in his algebra class. You could see how excited he was in the way his eyes shone and his hands shook. You couldn’t not be happy for him. So you swallowed your unnamed feelings and placed a hand on his shoulder, “You got this, Min. He’s gonna love you.”

And love him, he did. As did you.

You couldn’t be mad, you really couldn’t. Especially not at Felix. He was probably one of the sweetest people you had ever met. 

Seungmin introduced the two of you at Smith’s, at your favorite table. At first, you were upset. How dare someone come and stain the perfect routine you have with Seungmin? But then you got to know the boy, and you understood why Seungmin liked him so much. Felix was a pretty boy with a face full of stars, yet he shone like the sun. You tried to ignore the burn in your chest when you looked down and saw their hands intertwined. 

When Felix left to go to the bathroom, Seungmin turned to you with the brightest smile you had ever seen, “He’s cute, right?”

You forced a laugh from your throat as you nodded, “He really is. I can tell he likes you a lot.” Of course you know what it looked like when someone liked Seungmin. All you had to do was look in a mirror. 

The three of you stayed at your table for a few hours, chatting and giggling until Seungmin said he had to take Felix home. After they waved goodbye, you let out the groan you had been holding for hours, resisting the urge to slam your head on the table. 

You needed a drink. Not alcohol, but hot coffee to warm the coldness inside of you. Approaching the counter, you plaster on a smile, “Hey, Jisung.”

He smiled back, something big and bright and beautiful, “Hey, (Name). The usual?” You nodded in response. As he turned to prepare your drink, he spoke again, “Why do you always get the same thing? Why don’t you try switching it up?”

You hummed. He did have a point, you supposed. You liked your drink, and you liked your table, but sometimes you itched for something new. Seungmin was breaking from your routines. Maybe it was your turn. 

Perching on one of the stools near where Jisung was currently working, you answer him, “I think I will try something new today. I’ll get an iced matcha latte instead. And…” You heaved a sigh. Maybe it was time to move on; start new routines, “...and your number.” 

Some changes are necessary, you’re still learning.

Being with Jisung was good. Jisung was good to you. You felt good around Jisung. He was a perfect gentleman, the type to open doors for you and pull out your chair. He made you laugh, and he was one hell of a kisser.

Seungmin unfortunately had to discover that when you showed up to your spot on the bleachers late one day with messy hair and swollen lips. He just stared at you, an unknown feeling bubbling in his chest. He knew that your appearance was because of Jisung, and he didn’t like it one bit. Maybe he was feeling protective. His best friend was messing around with some barista boy they barely knew. That was it, right? 

He pointed to your neck, clicking his tongue at the purple mark present on your skin, “What is that?”

Your hand followed his finger, face flushing a dark red once you realized, “Shit! Sorry, that was...Jisung...he- yeah.” The collar of your shirt was too low for you to cover it, so you just kept your hand over the spot, unable to make eye contact with the boy in front of you. His eyebrows shot up, and you could see his jaw clench before you, “Okay.” He turned to go back to practice, his break long over. He seemed upset, and you couldn’t help but wonder why. Maybe he was just being protective. But you were an adult, you could handle a hickey or two. You shook your head to rid yourself of the thought, opening your binder once more.

Weeks passed, and you believed you were settling into a new routine. A routine that involved more Jisung than before. Not quite joined at the hip, you and Jisung spent lots of time together. And you always pushed for more. He was so good, so kind, so sweet. But something was missing. So you planned more dates, hoping to light that spark that would start a fire. 

It never came.

On one of those dates, you spilled your guts. You had drank a little too much. You were still conscious, but you were feeling a little loose-lipped. Blame the Desperate Housewives drinking game the two of you were playing. Your guts just so happened to be filled with love and affection for your best friend, as opposed to the boy sitting across from you who looked at you with stars in his eyes. He had only sighed, taking your cup from you and dumping the remnants in the sink.

“You’re not mad?” You had pouted. 

He breathed out a sad chuckle, “No. I sort of expected it. I’ve seen you two interact...I knew I was only a placeholder. It’s okay.”

He walked you home that night and helped you get ready for bed, only leaving after he was sure you were asleep, plugging your phone in in the living room so you didn’t drunkenly text anyone.

You were thinking too much. Thinking too much about a certain boy, which only made you feel more guilty, considering that boy wasn’t the one you broke up with the night before. So you came to your spot on the bleachers. A part of you hoped he would sense you here and come running, wrap you up in his arms and make it all better. But he was probably out with his boyfriend right now. God, you felt so stupid. Falling in love with your best friend again? Not to mention the whole ex-boyfriend thing. Maybe you never stopped. Maybe every time you looked at him and felt your heart rate increase, it wasn’t in a friendly way. You wrapped your arms around yourself. The wind was cold and you were only wearing a thin t-shirt. You should’ve thought about this before running out here, but the bleachers were the only place you wanted to be right now. You couldn’t cry; you weren’t sad enough to cry. Your phone pinged once, twice, three times. No doubt texts from Jisung, probably saying that he wasn’t mad and he would see you at the cafe and you were still friends. 

The sounds of his heavy steps on the bleachers were music to your ears as you pulled your attention from the baseball diamond in front of you. You furrowed your brow, “What are you doing here?”

He took a seat next to you, “I could ask you the same.” He paused, “Felix and I broke up.”

Well, that was surprising. You turned to face him, concern lacing your features. He felt your eyes on him. He always did. “I realized some things and...we just weren’t meant to be.” You wouldn’t pressure him to speak, but you couldn’t help your curiosity. 

“Jisung and I broke up, too.” His head snapped in your direction, making surprised eye contact with you. He reached out, placing a warm palm on your knee. Your skin burned at the touch, like it usually did. “I’m sorry.”

You shook your head, “It’s not your fault. It’s mine. I realized some things, too.”

“Count of three?”

“Count of three.”

This was a thing the two of you had always done. If you both had news to share, you would say it at the same time, so one piece didn’t overpower the other.

“1...2..3...I still love you-”

“I still love you-”

The wind seemed to suddenly halt its attack on your shivering frame. The two of you stared at each other blankly, your minds taking their time processing each other’s words.

I still love you.

You’re opening your mouth to respond when Seungmin takes the initiative, leaning forward and crashing into your lips, rough and gentle at the same time. Your entire body feels like it’s been set on fire, scalding skin set ablaze by Seungmin’s lips over yours. His hands are on your cheeks, your neck, your waist; anywhere he can grab to pull you closer. This is what he was missing. He liked Felix, but the boy was unable to light a fire inside of him like you did. Powerful yet warming, every movement of his lips was laced with the adoration he had been holding in his heart since you broke up all those years ago.

Some things change for the better. You and Seungmin change for the better. 

[onyourzeus]

11:48 am | pjh

title: 11:48am pairing: park jaehyung (of day6) & you genre: fluff, bullet style words: 2.1k

author’s note: mmm i’m kind of meh about this but i jus really needed to write so i don’t lose motivation, but this is just a short fic requested by this anon asking for a lazy day scenario with jae. hope it’s still an okay read.

any requests? check my pinned post if i’m accepting any at the moment, thanks!

once you receive a specific text from jae on a regular day

“whatchu doinnnn” 

you know he’s wondering if you’re not busy, and if you come hang out at his place

which, for the majority of the time, you always tell him “not much. y?”

even though you’re 99% sure of what he wants out of you

you have already made your way to a coffee shop before he had replied 

“same. wanna do nothing together? :)”

so u get two coffees: one americano and one vanilla latte (as much as you want to cut down calories here, there is no way you can drink just water and espresso by itself

you decide on getting two sandwiches as well, it’s close to noon and there’s a high probability that jae just woke up and he hasn’t even moved from the bed

you’re lowkey happy that jae texts you first (assumingly) during days like this because, honestly you miss the 6 foot lanky nerdy soft boy a lot

jae has a habit of keeping to himself during his downtime, especially now 

but with him streaming and having new friends through the platform has helped him socialize and feel a sense of normalcy from the world, which you are really glad for 

he’s mentioned how much he misses doing band activities but doesn’t really elaborate on them

he think he talks about it too much and that you wouldn’t want to hear his repetitive whining

you don’t have the needed bravery in your heart (yet) to tell him you will never get bored or feel burdened by his thoughts, no matter what they entail

so for now, when he asks of your presence in his lovely abode— you make time for him. always. 

even if it’s just a lazy day of doing nothing

you knock on his door and text him at the same time. you look around his neighborhood and enjoy the peace and quiet outside. you wonder if jae’s soundproof walls work well enough for his next door neighbors this time. you had told him multiple times that sungjin wouldn’t appreciate the noise too much, and he if he wanted to play he can do so at your place 

however you never suggested that last thought. it swam in the sea of your thoughts one too many times but it never came to shore. you thought too much about the implications of that idea

besides, what good came out of reminding him of his streamer noises is that he finally has an apartment of his own

and you don’t feel as shy or out of place whenever you came over to the one he shared with the boys 

“oh hey, wasn’t expecting you,” jae had opened the door and you snap out of your wondering

he greets you with drowsy eyes, a full yawn and long strands of hair sticking out everywhere 

you huff out a breath and show the goods in your hands. “you’re definitely gonna need this.”

his eyes light up as he recognizes the contents of the paper bag

“whaaaat you shouldn’t have, i was about to order for delivery,” he tries for an innocent tone but the goofy smile on his face makes that extra trip to the cafe worth it

“you’re welcome, jae.”

lazy days with jae come in two ways

number one: absolutely the title. you crash on the bed, he scolds you for it but then you feel his crushing weight on top of you for revenge or

you hog the couch, splay your legs until jae does the same thing and entangles all your limbs together it becomes a semi wrestling match

number two: he’d end up wanting to do something all this time, either jam on his guitar or play WoW with you in the background, just watching

commenting on things you have 0 knowledge about, and him dismissing every words you say with a random scream from his end

“you’re so bad at this lmao”

“NONONO STOPSTOPSTOP NONONO”

“is the riff supposed to sound like that? ew” 

“you want your face to meet my guitar? :)” 

yeah, banter between you can be brutal like this which is why it gets a little embarrassing to be your true self with him when the others are involved 

today, jae seems to just enjoy sipping on his iced coffee while tippy tapping on the floor to sit next to you on the couch

??? how can a grown man do something puppies so effortlessly pull out… just as cute if not even better??? 

usually, silence isn’t how the two of you spend lazy days together. once he’s thought of a topic to talk about, however out of this world or mundane it could be— the conversations you share are what you cherish the most bonding with jae

“you ever think about the first piece of a roll of sliced bread?”

“you mean the weird looking pieces no one ever chooses first and leaves it there until there’s none of the good slices left?”

“the very one” “what about it?”

“you’re that slice of bread”

“well yeah? jokes on you, you’re the OTHER piece. there’s two in a pack dumbass” 

one would mistake this as insulting, but this is how jae shows his affection to you, and you wouldn’t want it any other way

there’s a certain comfort in just.. not deliberating whether you’d overstep a line or say something that would be misconstrued. with jae, you appreciate the candid friendship you mutually benefit from

his sarcastic personality can be a pain at times when not needed, of course, but when you’ve missed him so much it just feels right

“jae your legs are too long for the couch get a new one.” he had taken over the other end of the couch with his legs over yours, and you’re trying your best to make the position comfortable

but being inches close to his socks and noticing that he’s intentionally moving his feet about just to annoy you

“you get me a new couch so we both fit here”

“bro do you know how empty my wallet is rn” 

“as empty as your love life?”

“oh we’re talking about ourselves right now? ok cool”

he scoffs at your comeback, but he remains speechless and gives you room to breathe. you panic for a second thinking maybe, this is the unexplained boundary he has to draw a line on? love? 

but he puts down his already finished americano, and looks back at you a deadpan expression

you sit up as well, nerves creeping up on your arm. you didn’t want to take it too far and in your defense, this isn’t the first time you teased each other about your, well, non-existent romantic endeavors

“jae, i—”

“oh my god did you see your face?? i was kidding chilllll” he starts to burst into a fit of laughter, the kind where he loses air and lolls his head back 

this time you pout, reaching over to flick him on the forehead. his 6th sense had improved a lot overtime being with you as he blocks your hand away from his face, and sticks a tongue out

“you think i wasn’t prepared for that anymore?” he taunt, locking his grip around your wrist

“now you’re just making fun of me” >:(

“you get really puffy cheeks and look adorable when you’re mad” 

“THAT IS NOT A VALID REASON!!”

eventually he lets you go, pats your head then proceeds to just ruffle it as messy as his, and in an instant your mood changes again

you shouldn’t lie to yourself anymore, you love jae’s company and it would kill you if he’d one day decide he’s too old or too “mature” for moments like this

you get winded up with denial of having a crush on your best friend, and you’re so sure he knows at this point

because he reels you back into the present and challenges you to a game os super smash bros

and when he loses, he does it again. and you win again, and this time he says it was just a warm-up and he shouldn’t go easy on you anymore

and then you win again, and you’re the one cackling in the air at his look of defeat as well as the 6 losses he had endured during the matches

“man you’re getting rusty”

“am not! i’ve just been playing WoW too much i’m not used to switch controls anymore…”

“sure buddy”

“HEY, 1v1 me in league right now, i dare you”

“no”

“WHY?”

“you only have one desktop, stupid. i didn’t bring my laptop”

“oh so by default I win :D”

nothing can ever get away with jae, he always needs to have the last laugh with you and at times it’s frustrating, but his carefree charisma has grown on you so much that you anticipate what else he has in store to give you a hard time 

jokes on him, you fall for jae just an inch deeper the more he treats you comfortably this way 

it’s only been an hour or two, but jae had decided that he’s done enough productive stuff for the day (read: losing too many times) and invited you over to chill on his bed

it’s not an uncommon sight for the both of you to lie next to each other, taking turns with queueing up music on spotify. songs you and jae love together, and those that are new to your ears 

sometimes, you’d talk over the playlist— it becomes more of background noise as jae asks you about your day, the days before that, and what you’re planning on doing in the future

he doesn’t ask for specific answers, he likes to hear how you’ve been feeling, emotionally so

jae has always been intrigued by other people’s perception of themselves, of the things around them, and of what they think of the universe in the back of their minds

it was a little too much to handle, those questions of his, when you first were just getting to know each other

but he eased into it naturally, confessing about his love for the moon— its beauty in appearance, and the beauty of its purpose

which made you think… you’re in love with the moon too, not just what you see in the sky

but what you see right next to you right now

jae had given you enough time before to open up about your own thoughts, struggles, and share secrets with him. it didn’t take long until you found the trust between you and held onto it for dear life

lazy days with jae can be just that— lazy, loafing around the house, stealing a chip or two from each other’s bag, falling asleep to the sound of lofi music on the speaker

but it can go this way too: with jae explaining how good this one song can be, the metaphors every verse carries with the melody. “you’ve always heard of chocolate eyes or whatever, but blueberry? and to describe the setting sun as strawberry skies? amazing, GENIUS” 

and you laugh, and listen to the same song over and over as per jae’s request until he overpowers the original vocals— and you don’t complain, there’s not a sound you love to hear on a lazy afternoon than his low register, the kind of singing he does just for the heck of it. he’s not exerting too much range, too much work on the words he sings— he’s just doing so to comfort him, to bring life to the room, to dwell on each poetic verse’s meaning

i’m so lost in your blueberry eyes

he finishes singing, and the playlist shuffles to an instrumental lofi track with an upbeat, charming rhythm to it

jae keeps his eyes closed, smiling to himself probably proud for his faux performance

“you done gloating in your head yet, jae?”

“shut up i’m feeling the moment”

you poke his shoulder with yours, and you’re suddenly hyper aware at how close the two of you are.. physically, right now

he turns his head towards you, eyes fluttering, lips slightly open. he catches you staring, and it’s too sudden for you to look away and pretend it’s not awkward at all

“what are you doing?” he asks, a lilt of teasing on his voice but his eyes never leave yours 

“sh..shut up,” you quip in a small voice, looking down on your laying bodies before turning away, cheeks warm

“wait what? what i was asking a genuine question—”

“i was.. feeling the moment, okay? god jae you’re annoying” you mutter under your breath, a lousy response to cover up the pounding in your chest

“this moment feels really nice, doesn’t it?” he says next to you, quiet but gentle

you pause for a second, taking in his words and letting go of the smile you’re trying to hold off on

your heart is still racing, but there wasn’t a need to worry about stumbling with your feelings

if jae himself is enjoying your own company right now 

“it is. if it’s with you, it really is.”

[lionaut-blog]

[aesjae]

Walk You Home | Chen Le

hiatus special scenario this is a special scenario for @markcherrybaksu, as a mini birthday gift :-)

Summary: "Let me walk you home."

Style/ Genre: Scenario/ Fluff maybe

Word Count: 2,569

Date Posted: 17 Oct 2017

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to (Y/N), happy birthday to you~” Your group of friends who were surrounding you chorused harmoniously, a light and cheery mood dancing in the air.

You looked at the cake that your friends had brought in. It was a simple, yet wholeheartedly decorated cake. It was a plain, white frosted round cake, the surface of the cake having been evened out smoothly. On the side of the cake, a strip of elegant lace twirled around the circumference of the confectionary, a mini red ribbon bow holding the two ends of the lace together. In neatly spelt out velvet coloured frosting, the top of the cake read ‘Blessed birthday (Y/N)’. 

You stared at the cake, enamoured of its simplistic beauty. A hand was automatically brought up to cover your gaping mouth, your friends’ sincere efforts rendering you speechless as gratefulness spilt over the walls of your heart. 

“I-I... This is wonderful guys... I can’t express how I feel right now. Thank you all so much.”

You glanced around at your circle of friends, only to be greeted by their wide grins. 

These friends were all from your tuition class. Since most of them did not attend the same school as you did, you were never really that close to any of them. Hence, you never thought that they would know your birthday, what more plan a birthday celebration for you. Throughout the whole 2 hours of tuition lesson, your tuition mates were all nonchalant to and did not show any signs to the significance of the date. When a group of them abruptly suggested to hang out at the new cafe nearby after lessons, you didn’t think much about it and just went along with the plans. 

“Hehe, I hope you enjoyed your surprise,” Yoon Hye who was standing beside me giggled. You looked at my best friend. You were lucky that your best friend was in the same tuition class as you were, as when you first started attending the tuition class, it was not as awkward for you to blend in since Yoon Hye was practically a social butterfly. Wherever she went, you followed. Gradually, you managed to become friends or at least good acquaintances with everyone in our tuition class.

“Did you suggest this?” Your voice thinned with playful accusation, you frowned and pursed your lips in sceptic.

“Oh, well, it wasn’t me actually,” Yoon Hye said with an enormous grin on her face. What’s with that expression? “It was Chen Le who suggested this surprise.” 

Chen Le?

Suddenly, the significance behind Yoon Hye’s huge smile struck you. Being your best friend in school and in tuition class, Yoon Hye was well aware that you had a tiny crush on Zhong Chen Le, who was initially only your tuition mate before he unexpectedly transferred into your school this year. 

Your eyes skimmed across your circle of friends.

Jeno... Jaemin... Taehee... Mark... Daehwi... Minjae... And lastly, Chen Le.

Your eyes locked with Chen Le’s, and you witnessed Chen Le rub the nape of his neck, clearly embarrassed after Yoon Hye’s revelation. 

“Yeah, Chen Le suggested this about a week ago, that was how most of us got to know your birthday.” Jaemin perked.

“Haha... Erm, yeah, I did. I hope you enjoyed what we planned for you.” Chen Le glanced up at you, an awkward chuckle escaping his lips.

You felt the tips of your cheeks warming up and you unconsciously fiddled with the ends of your fingers under the table.

“Yes, I really liked this. Thank you, Chen Le. Thank you, everyone.”

Everybody gleamed brightly, satisfied with their successful birthday plan. But amongst everybody’s glistening smiles, only the Chinese boy’s shimmered with the most vibrant glow.

“Goodbye, guys, and happy birthday once again (Y/N)!” Daehwi exclaimed, his arms waving frantically at the rest of us as he ran for his coming bus. 

“My parents are here too! Bye guys, see you next week!” Taehee waved a simple goodbye before she crossed the street. Soon, one by one, your tuition mates went their separate ways, and only Yoon Hye, you and Chen Le were left.

“Oh shit! (Y/N), I hate to break this to you but, I forgot that my family is receiving guests today at our house. I can’t go for a movie with you,” Yoon Hye turned towards you abruptly, holding the sides of both of your arms as her face displayed an apologetic expression.

“Aish, you’re so forgetful, but it’s fine! I know how your mum is always cranky about being punctual when your family is receiving guests. We can always watch the movie another time.” You smiled amiably at your best friend.

“Oh my gosh, thank you (Y/N)! I love you so much,” Yoon Hye hugged you tightly before she realised that Chen Le was looking at both of you with a semi-amused expression on his face. Yoon Hye pulled back and her eyes diverted between you and Chen Le. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow in school then (Y/N), you too, Chen Le!” 

“Yep, see you Yoon Hye.” Chen Le replied.

“Text me later,” Yoon Hye leaned in and whispered into your ear, taking off and running into the direction of her street almost instantly afterwards.

You looked distantly at your best friend’s silhouette, shaking your head in teasing disapproval. Suddenly, you remembered about Chen Le’s presence, and you immediately stopped, turning your body ever so slightly to glance at the boy beside you. Chen Le noticed your actions and looked back at you, his eyebrows lifted in a questioning manner.

“A-Aren’t you going home too, Chen Le?” Your voice sounded soft and timid but with the tranquil silence surrounding both of you, your voice was audible enough for the boy standing a metre away from you to hear.

The Chinese boy paused for a while, his gaze never leaving yours.

“Mmhm, yea, I am. Where do you live, (Y/N)?”

You were taken aback.

“Erm, not far from here. Just about a few blocks down, merely a walking distance away. Why do you ask?”

“I see.”

As the evening approached as the sky dimmed ever so slightly, the boy’s dark brown orbs sparkled under the streetlamps that had just been switched on.

“Let me walk you home.”

You choked. With your saliva threatening to enter your windpipe and block all access of oxygen into your body, your body bent forward as you coughed heavily. Almost instantly, you felt a pair of warm hands rested on your skin. One was gripping around your forearm, supporting you, and the other was patting lightly onto your back.

“You okay there?” Chen Le asked, his voice laced with concern when you lifted your upper body back up.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I almost thought you said you wanted to walk me home and I got choked up. Embarrassing, really.” You casually waved off Chen Le’s expression of concern, feeling ridiculous for even hallucinating Chen Le saying something like that.

“I did.” 

You looked at Chen Le, confused. “Sorry?”

Chen Le’s face now held a mixture of determination and slight traces of anxiousness. 

“I did say that. I want to walk you home.”

This time, you knew you didn’t hear wrongly, but with the loud sound of your heart beating against your ribcage and the strong pulsating movements of blood flowing into your ears, you couldn’t help but doubt yourself again.

Instead, you stared at Chen Le with wide eyes, but Chen Le’s expression did not alter a bit, and suddenly you found yourself thrown into the truth of reality: Chen Le offered to walk you home.

For the first two minutes, an awkward silence hung between Chen Le and you. Who would have thought that one day you would be standing beside your crush, walking side by side, and being walked home by the glory himself? Well, definitely not you that is. Those 2 minutes was not a long time, but with raging waves crashing the walls of your internals, and the systematic ticking of Chen Le’s watch, you couldn’t help but feel nervousness creep further up your spine by the seconds. Out of anxiety, your legs willed you to unconsciously pick up your pace.

All of a sudden, you felt a gentle tug pulling you back.

Surprised, you turned back to look at Chen Le, who has slight disappointment written on his face. You looked down at your right hand, which was being held back by Chen Le’s left. 

“Don’t walk so fast, I want to spend more time together with you.” Chen Le murmured, just audible enough for you to hear. You glanced back up at Chen Le; his head slightly bowed, eyes tracing along your held hands. You processed the boy’s timid words, feeling your cheeks warm up again. You didn’t know how to respond. However, looking at the Chinese boy in front you being bold of his actions, yet being shy to express them openly, you couldn’t help but feel your heart melt. Instead, you quietly backtracked your steps, standing beside Chen Le once again. Chen Le looked up at your face for a few seconds, eyes slightly wider than usual, and then he smiled warmly, showing his straight white teeth. You couldn’t help but grin back at him.

Walking side by side, you were suddenly aware of the warmness your right hand was feeling. Only realising that your hand was still in Chen Le’s, you stiffened. 

“U-Uh, Chen Le?”

“Hmm?” Chen Le hummed, bliss lingering in his tune.

“You’re still holding my hand..”

Chen Le turned to you, his eyes wavering slightly like a puppy’s.

“You don’t like me holding your hand?”

“hUh wHaT nO nO i didn’t mean to imply that- I- Uh-” You fumbled over your words, them spilling out almost incoherently as you flustered. 

“Heh, it’s fine. I get it,” Chen Le turned back to the walkway ahead, only this time, the smile on his face was brighter and ever more radiant than before. “You’re cute when you’re flustered, I like that.”

You dipped your head down in embarrassment, but a shy grin couldn’t help but waltz its way onto your face. 

Feeling a gentle and assuring squeeze on your hand, you squeezed back, hoping to deliver the same amount of comfort, happiness and warmth through your intertwined hands.

“And Yoon Hye was so dumb and clumsy, she tripped and fell into the arms of the young teacher she eye-candied!” You exclaimed, your facial features lighting up in amusement as you recounted the hilarious incident from 2 years back. 

Chen Le’s cheerful laughter resonated across the quiet street, it gradually diminishing down into a low chuckle. “Yoon Hye did that? I can’t imagine what happened afterwards.” 

“Well, I can’t remember what exactly happened after, but I can tell you, those are the kind of moments when I confirm that this girl is definitely my best friend.”

Other than a few families and couples walking along the narrow street, it was almost deserted. Despite your house only being a 15-minutes walk away, the lively interaction between Chen Le and you made the prospect of going back home suddenly a dull and dreaded one, and Chen Le and you easily took your time to literally take it ‘one step at a time’. Both of you had such amazing chemistry, you wondered how Chen Le and you had barely talked to school or in tuition class, but you were absolutely thanked the Gods for giving you this opportunity to now. Along the way, both of you talked about various topics, discussing and joking about everything from A to Z, and the atmosphere that danced around the both of you was one that was very relaxed and not a single bit awkward at all. With every word and sentence exchanged, and every glance of Chen Le’s twinkling eyes and vibrant smile, you felt your heart grow fonder, and you had never felt so at ease and comfortable around someone. Even with Yoon Hye, you had some walls of insecurities up, but with Chen Le, it was as if he effortlessly broke your walls down, providing you with his 4 walls that felt like ‘Home’.

Almost like an unspoken agreement, both Chen Le and you strolled towards the park that was just around the corner of your house. Walking into the direction of the deserted playground, both of you sat on individual swings, your handholding link finally being broken apart. You tilted your head up to the sky, admiring the sky that was now azure, feeling yourself being intoxicated with the beauty of the stars shimmering in the night sky. 

“Gorgeous, right?” You heard a voice emitted from your side. Without moving your head and your line of vision never straying away from the beautiful scenery above you, you replied, “Yeah, it’s simply dazzling.” The sky was a film of its own, providing different sights, different colours, different hues, different emotions at every second. The sky is always ever changing, and you felt that people do not seem to appreciate the sky enough. The way the stars bedazzled was a kind of luminosity that anyone would envy.

“I really like you.” 

Instead of snapping your head at the comment, your mind savoured the words, relishing in the abruptness and straightforwardness of them. Slowly, you faced the boy that was now closer towards your swing, his upper body leaning against his thighs on his forearms. You gazed into the eyes of the boy once again, this time actually realising how brilliant his eyes were. You thought: the world had one more thing to be envious of.

You gave a soft, tender smile, whispering your heartfelt words breathily, letting the wind deliver the light and airy words to the boy’s ears.

“I really like you too.”

Finally arriving at the front of your house, you turned to face Chen Le for the last time that day. Disappointment and dread clouded both of your eyes, and by the way both of you held onto each other’s hands so tenderly yet so firmly, it was evident that neither of you wanted to leave. 

Finally, you breathed, “Thank you for walking me home Chen Le. It was short, but I sincerely enjoyed every second with you.” 

A soft smile tugged at the ends of his lips. “I’m sorry I didn’t manage to get you a birthday present in the end, I had something on last minute.”

“Don’t worry about it. You sending me home today was more than enough.” It was sufficient for you -- Chen Le walking you home that day -- for you felt the sincerity behind his actions.

Both of you just stood there silently for a few minutes, as if waiting for either one of you to say your goodbyes, even though both of you knew neither of you wanted to.

Chen Le took a step forward closer to you. As if on instinct, your eyes fluttered shut as you felt a pair of lips pressed softly along your hairline. It was a gentle peck, but such a small force triggered tsunamis in your heart. 

“Goodnight, (Y/N). See you tomorrow.” One last glance.

“Goodnight Chen Le, get home safe.” You turned around, finally taking light steps into your house, the familiarity of the place enveloping you in an assuring embrace.

It was a birthday you would never forget. 

[frxggi]

[PENTAGON] An Unexpected Turn of Events

Part One, maybe? it depends on whether or not u want me to continue this  Okay listen....... i don’t really know how this happened It started as one thing and ended up as something completely different which just goes to show u that if u want to write something u shouldn’t do it unless you’ve done some prewritingTM  I just..... Had this idea in my head for days and I had to get it out of my system  That being said, this story goes to shit after like the 3rd paragraph, so be warned  Genre: Idk lol  Word count: 2,642  Constructive criticism is always appreciated,  Thank u and goodnight 

The air is crisp and cool and slices into your skin like a knife, causing you to pull the thick fabric of your scarf over your reddening nose. The blackness of the sky contrasts starkly against the twinkling stars that hang high above your head, dulled only a fraction by the hustle and bustle of the city sprawling out in front of you for endless miles. The streets are packed with people; those who wish to retreat to the safety of their homes after a long day of work and those who are slipping into a newfound excitement, ready to take full advantage of the unique experience the nightlife has to offer. Your shoes scrape against the pavement in a steady pace, your mind wandering to your favorite cafe and the warmth it offers. You nuzzle further into your scarf.

It’s a journey you’ve trekked many times, and you breathe a heavy sigh of indignation when you discover that your most surefire route to the small building nestled snugly in between a local bank and barber shop has been blocked off, seemingly closed down for construction. The wind begins to pick up as you quickly mull over your other options. The only other route that will get you to the cafe in a timely manner is through a part of the city with which you’re not terribly familiar. Dozens of alleyways, cloaked in shadows and hidden from the noise of the city, act as a labyrinth that twists your gut into uncertainty and nerves.  

Against your better judgement, you decide to brave the path you’ve only taken a small number of times before. The buildings are cast in a new light under the veil of the night, and you decide it’s best not to spend lots of time in the area, so you quicken your pace. You lose track of time, and minutes begin to feel like hours but thankfully the sounds of the city begin to ring in your ears, and bright neon lights come into view. You soon recognize your surroundings. The smell of alcohol hits your nose like a tonne of bricks as you pass through they alleyway leading to the bar a friend of yours always raves about. The building is tucked away from the main road that cuts through downtown, sat in front of an apartment complex for Section 8 housing. Although an unsettling atmosphere settles over your shoulders, you take this as a good sign; the cafe is only a few blocks away. You’re walking past the back doors of the building when a group of 5 men catch your attention. They’re all clearly drunk, one man relying on his friend for support while the other three walk in jagged lines, away from the building.

One of the men, much taller than you, takes notice of your presence and throws a whistle at you as you draw nearer. You brush aside the garbled words he offers-in what you assume to be a compliment-with a nervous smile. The group stumbles in front of you, blocking the only clear path out of the alleyway. The man, clearly the most sober of the party, steps forward.

“Hey, sweetheart, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around here before.” His words are slurred together as he lessens the distance between you two. The man introduces himself as Younghyun, and you only hum in acknowledgement as you move to step aside. You tell him that you’re only passing through. “That’s a shame. Think of all the fun a pretty face like yours can have.” Younghyun purs, one of his calloused hands clapping onto your shoulder and preventing you from getting away. “I have fun on my own, thanks.” You spit back, the stench of alcohol on the man’s breath causing your head to spin.

“Bummer. Bet you my boys and I can show you a real good time, if you’re up for it?” At this, his friends whoop and holler and throw a cat-call or two in your general direction. “No thanks.” You say. “Come on, babe, no need to hold back on us!” Younghyun laughs, daring to snake an arm around your shoulders. The other 4 of his friends begin to gather around you two. None of you notice the man that has emerged from the bar now leans against the brick wall of the building, watching the situation with a hawk like stare.

“Look, you guys do seem really nice, but I have somewhere to be.”

Younghyun scoffs.

“Yeah? You here to meet someone?” The man breathes against your ear, his hold on you tightening when you try to push yourself away from him. Your stomach drops. “You know I don’t believe that for a second, babe.”

Your lips part to respond, but another voice, foreign, cuts through the air.

“She’s here for me.”

Younghyun turns, as do his friends. A man, much younger than Younghyun and Co. steps into what little light the exterior bulbs on the bar offer. Younghyun laughs incredulously, turning to face the newest addition to the party. He’s staring daggers into Younghyun’s eyes, causing his hold on you to loosen. You take the opportunity to put a few paces between you two.

“Yeo One? You mean to tell me you’re this chick’s hot date?” The man-Yeo One-shrugs, his gaze flicking to meet yours and it softens for a split second. Perhaps it’s the stench of the alcohol, or maybe it’s because you haven’t eaten all day and are running on fumes, but a switch flicks in your head and you think that he’s safe, so you dart to his side. Yeo One slides an arm around your waist as if to prove his point to the others, and he radiates warmth and you can feel the heat of his palm through the fabric of your shirt.

He’s clad in a leather jacket(that looks like it’s seen better days), a simple t-shirt sporting a phrase you can’t quite make out what with the lettering.You guess it’s the logo of an 80’s metal band. His jeans hug his legs snugly and bunch up above his ankles, where they disappear into his boots. His dark hair is parted to the side, pushed back and styled up with gel. His brows are furrowed with frustration as he speaks to Younghyun and his friends.

“What are you doing here?” Yeo One’s voice is smooth, but drips with venom. “Actually, my good friend, we were here to pay you a visit! But, we ran into this pretty lady here,” One of Younghyun’s friends gestures to you as he speaks. “And well I’m sure you now the rest.”

“Funny. I remember telling you to stay away from this place.” Yeo One says.

“Last I checked, Yeo One,” Younghyun spits, daring a step closer. “You don’t make the rules.” At this, Yeo One drops his arm from your waist, gently ushering you out of the way. You back away a few meters, though you still linger behind Yeo One, your only pillar of safety.

“Come on, Younghyun, you don’t want to start an argument in front of a lady, do you?” He tsks. “You should really save this for another time. Especially since you and your buddies are all piss drunk. The situation isn’t looking in your favor.”

Younghyun spits at the ground, “Yeah? Afraid I’ll kick your ass?” Yeo One barks a laugh. “As if.” “Wanna put it to the test?”

Younghyun narrows his eyes, instructing his posse to disperse. They do so without question, scrambling in the opposite direction. “Sorry, sweetheart. I guess I’m not much of a gentleman.” The words barely leave Younghyun’s lips before he’s lunging at Yeo One. The attack is easily avoided, and Yeo One counters it by delivering a kick to the gut that sends the other man tumbling to the ground. Your heart races, this being the first time you’ve seen a physical altercation escalate to this level. You’re frozen in place, hands brought up to cover your mouth as you gasp. Younghyun isn’t given the chance to regain his composure, Yeo One offering three more kicks to the man’s ribs. Younghyun cries out in pain, body curling in on itself. A hand grabs yours, and you’re letting Yeo One lead you closer to the bar.

When he speaks, it’s with a slight air of urgency. “You trust me, yeah?”

“I’m not so sure. You just beat the shit out of that guy!” You exclaim, though you don’t make any effort to free yourself from Yeo One’s grip. Your only response is a bitter laugh. You get to the back door of the building, and Yeo One turns you to face him. His gaze has hardened. “Listen to me. I can get you home safe, but you have to trust me, okay?” He doesn’t give you the chance to respond. “Go inside. Find a man about ye high,” he gestures with his hand, “He should be behind the bar. Tell him I sent you.”

You hear Younghyun throw a, “You son of a bitch!” to Yeo One, but the insult falls on deaf ears.

“He’ll get you home.” Yeo One says. You want an explanation, but it’s clear you aren’t going to get one when Yeo One guides you firmly towards the heavy door of the bar. He offers you a warm smile that makes your heart flutter before he turns his attention back to Younghyun.

You can’t fathom why, but you decide to take a leap of faith, to trust the words of a stranger and wander into the bar. It’s not nearly as packed as you had expected; only a few tables are filled and a few lone drinkers are staggered at the bar. Your eyes land on a tall young man, jet black hair and full lips that are set tightly in concentration as he scrubs at the surface of the bar with a damp cloth. He’s the only one behind the counter, and he’s as tall as Yeo One had described. You figure that he’s the one you’re supposed to talk to, so you timidly make your way over to him. He acknowledges you with an inquisitive quirk of his brow. You find your voice stuck in your throat, and you take the chance to wet your lips before your soft voice rings out.

“Um, I’m not quite sure what I’m doing.” The man’s face lacks any interest as he folds the cloth lazily and tosses it over his shoulder. “Yeo One told me to talk to you.” You add in quickly, feeling so utterly small under the bartender’s scrutinizing gaze. His ears perk up, and he hums in understanding.

As if on cue, the door in which you entered slams open, Yeo One hanging from the frame. He’s panting, his jacket missing and his hair looking almost windblown, his dark locks askew in every which way. His voice sounds loudly over the dull sound of music and murmuring patrons,

“Hey, Wooseok! Get her home, yeah?” And then he’s gone, the door being slammed shut behind him. The others in the bar hardly seem to mind. Wooseok clicks his tongue in annoyance, breathing a heavy sigh.

“Wait here.” He says, then disappears behind the wall lined with bottles of beer, into the kitchen. He returns but a moment later, a set of keys in hand. He silently beckons you to follow. You trail behind him, out the bar and to the far end of the parking lot. He leads you to a rust colored pick-up, clearly over two decades old, but seemingly in perfect shape. Wooseok opens the passenger side door.

“Get in.” He instructs. This is where you hesitate, standing your ground and eyeing the boy in front of you. When he speaks this time, it’s soft and warm and comforting and a stark contrast to his attitude only moments earlier.

“You trust him, right? You can trust me.” To most, the words wouldn’t mean much. To you, they shouldn’t, but the kindness in his voice eases your nerves, and, to continue your streak of Things You Wouldn’t Normally Do, you get into the truck. Wooseok hops into the driver’s seat, and the engine sputters to life.

The two of you are out of the parking lot and onto the main road in a few short moments. “Where to?” He asks, and you give him the name of your apartment complex. The air between you and Wooseok is thick enough to cut with a knife, an awkward silence hanging between you. It’s maybe a solid three minutes before Wooseok speaks. “Look, I don’t know what happened to you, or how you got to meet Changgu, but I’m sure you’re a little shaken up.” He offers you the opportunity to respond, and takes your silence as cue to continue. “He’s a little...Much, when you first meet him, I know. You’re not beaten to all hell, though, which might just be because you’re a girl. Even so, he’s asking me to look after you, to make sure you get home safe, so he’s got something brewing in his head. I don’t know what, but whatever it is, you seem to have peaked his interest.”

“He doesn’t even know my name, what do you mean I’ve ‘peaked his interest’?” You question. Wooseok only offers a chuckle in response. “He may not know your name now, but he will.” You throw the driver a confused look, and he clears his throat and sits a bit straighter in his seat. “Look, all I’m saying is that you don’t have to worry about anything. Those guys… Changgu will take care of them.”

“You know who they are?” Wooseok nods. “Yeah. They used to come to the bar a lot. It was their turf, I guess. But then Changgu sort of just swept in and took the place for his own. Aside from that, they’ve had issues with Changgu for ages. They aren’t the type of guys you want to get involved with. That’s probably why he has me taking you home.”

You only nod in response, and Wooseok doesn’t bother to speak any more. Time passes quickly enough, and before long Wooseok is pulling into your apartment complex. The truck comes to a stop in front of your building, and it’s as you’re getting out of the vehicle when Wooseok talks again. “A word of advice,” he begins, leaning over the passenger seat to meet your gaze through the door. “I’d stay away from the bar. It’s not the place for a girl like you, and I’m almost positive Changgu wouldn’t want you around that area, either.”

You agree, telling him you wouldn’t be caught dead at that dump. He scoffs, muttering about how he keeps the joint in tip top shape.

“I know what happened is probably freaking you out, but give it a while; Changgu will find you soon enough and answer your questions.” Wooseok says, offering you a reassuring grin. You take note of his words, and thank him for the ride. He waits until you’ve gotten into your apartment before he takes off.

Once you’re inside, you slouch against the door, rubbing your face as you take a deep breath. What the hell was Wooseok talking about? Who were those guys you had met earlier and why did they have such resentment towards Yeo One? You check the time, discovering it to be half past eleven o’clock. The events of tonight finally settle into your bones, the weight of Wooseok’s words and Yeo One’s actions causing your shoulders to slump forward. You’re exhausted, and it’s the weekend, so you don’t hesitate to kick off your shoes and trudge to your bedroom, where you flop down on your bed and fall asleep without so much of a second thought.