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On the Oct 30 I love how Mina is going full Sherlock Holmes to deduct Draculaâs strategies and most importantly the possible routes be may be taking to escape. âI heard cows lowing in my trance so it must be near land open enough to keep cattleâ and âthere was the use of oars or poles therefore theyâre traveling upstreamâ like!! That is BONAFIDE detective work that would earn at least a page or two of praise from the H&W Consulting Detective Agency.
Oh and along the way she solves a murder that the Count committed that is being blamed on a local ethnic minority, which is the gold standard of Holmes case structure. I swear to god those two would get along SO WELL it would be MIND-BLOWING
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#(ramblings in tags. dont read if u dont wanna see criticism of female character writing in naruto)#(i think im pretty chill but it's still negativity so look away if u dont wanna see this)#my hot take (?) is that the naruto author is 100% a misogynist and that HAS to factor into your analysis of his female characters#im only getting thru the anime in increments bc the way theyre written is so frustrating#and fandom discourse surrounding them isnt great either#(i already know the gist of how it ends bc the ending is infamous for being hated so idc about spoilers)#from what ive seen everyone generally knows the female chars are written terribly and arent respected by the author#but dudebros hate them for gross misogynist reasons#and in contrast fans of those female characters get so defensive that they loop right back around to being misogynist#idk how to explain it but its odd seeing fans say âits empowering actually!â for the female chars to end up in miserable marriages#with less combat involvement than the male chars despite taking up the same profession/training#like yeah in a vaccum these conclusions are fine and completely neutral. but we're not in a vacuum. this was written by a male misogynist#how do i articulate that u can personally like characters w/out pretending misogyny didnt play a role in their development + conclusions#and critiquing the way female characters end up is not misogyny. its basic media analysis#like if i were to apply this to MHA i would say Midnight's death was poor writing in comparison to Nighteye's (narratively similar)#bc it supposedly was supposed to give development to the class. particularly Momo since Momo was the one she was rooting for#however hori did not bother showing more interactions between Midnight and her so it falls flat. her death even happens offscreen#and Momo wasnt there to confront the ppl who murdered her. it was Mina. so Midnight's arc wasnt completed satisfyingly#her death ends up becoming meaningless for Momo's development and purely for shock value so the war has stakes#as opposed to Nighteye and Mirio having a fleshed out relationship/backstory and a proper goodbye#there was a difference in the way the author wrote male mentorships and female ones. critiquing that is fine#now imagine if some Midnight fans went âits misogynist of you to downplay her death. she was noble and heroic and a girlbossâ#it misses the point completely bc they interpret writing criticism as shade against her as a person#anyway thats what a lot of female character discourse in naruto feels like#and thats not even mentioning the cesspool of dudebro sexism but i avoid them so i dont see it as much#anyway in conclusion naruto would probably be a great series if the author wasnt a raging misogynist#sorry for the rant#my post
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âhave you seen the abs on that man?â hagakure sat across of you. âsexy on a stick, i swear!â she giggles. she was going on and on about the guy that starred in the superman movie you girls put on last night. henry cavill was his name.
mina agrees with her statement with a nod. âheâs the hottest white man iâve ever seen before.â
âsure, he was hot, but are we forgetting the misogynist comments heâs made? sexy is one thing, but being controversial is a whole ânother thing.â uraraka inserted her input.
âoh, please. iâd cook and clean for him anyday he asks.â mina retorted. both uraraka and yaoyorozu shake their head in shame.
âspeaking of controversial.â uraraka murmurs under her breath, you peer over your shoulder, wondering the intent of her statement.
you notice bakugou making his way over to your desk, his eyes planted on you and you only. you shift uncomfortably. why the hell would he be coming to you? did you do something?
once he makes his way to your desk, you look up at him with a half smile.
âhey, bakugou. whatâs up?â
his eyes analyze the other girls before looking back down on you.
âmy pencil?â
you flutter your lashes at him. âpencil..?â you repeated in a trance of confusion.
he groans. âthe fuckinâ pencil i gave you last week. i need it back.â
now it all clicks. you nod, laughing nervously because of your stupidity. you reach in your backpack and grab the black mechanical pencil that you forgot to lend back to bakugou.
your arm extends to the male in front of you, waiting for him to snatch it back.
âsorry.â
he gently grasped onto the pencil, his hand brushing against your fingers for a small moment.
âitâs whatever. just rather not be the one to find you after i lent you something.â he shoved the pencil in his pants pockets, leaving his hands in there. âthatâs one of the last pencils i have.â
you shoot your eyebrows up in defense, quickly lowering them after. your eyes falling down to your desk for comfort.
âwell, hope you take care of that one.â it was a half-joke. a lame one, might you add. you were just unsure on what to say. especially since it seemed like bakugou was lingering around your desk. as if he didnât want to return to his seat just yet.
âso, whatâd you score on your test?â
âahâŠit wasnât the best, but it wasnât horrible.â
âwell?â was he really desperate to know that bad? you knew bakugou was smart, so he probably only wanted to know so it could boost his ego.
you rubbed your arm out of shame. âa seventy-nine.â you stared at his face to recognize any humility or laughter, but there was none.
he shrugged. âshouldâve asked for my help if you needed it.â
right. you almost forgot that bakugou offered to help you study and go over notes with him for the next test. it was such an out-of-bakugou thing to do that you nearly didnât take him serious.
you nodded slowly, processing his information.
âi was planning on making it up, so maybe for that.â
âfine.â his short one-worded response was dull. but what else did you really expect? ânext time, donât steal my pencil.â was his last comment before leaving your presence.
you sat in your thoughts, reeling the conversation back in your mind. what the hell just happened? it was the most simple yet confusing conversation youâve ever had. was bakugou joking with you or was he seriously irritated with the pencil situation?
regardless, you made a mental note that bakugou was very protective over his mechanical pencils.
once bakugou returned to his seat, he unzipped his backpack, secretly opening his pencil box. within the box were a collection of pencils. there were so many pencils that he could give one to all of class 1a and 1b and still have few left.
aside sat denki who was clearly peeking inside of bakugouâs bag.
âdamn, bakubro. you saving up pencils for a potential pencil outage or something?â itâs denki. of course, he never used his inside voice.
âi will literally blow you out this fuckinâ window and across the lot.â bakugou turns his head immediately, a faint pink blush spreading across the apples of his cheek.
bakugou just didnât want you to know that the pencil was obviously an excuse to talk to you.
pt 2 of the study sesh
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Kenji Sato X FEM!S/O! Reader [afab]
TW :Smut/explicit language and descriptions/ implied sex/brief Emi mention/Mina cameo/Mixed POV/ pnv/ fingering
â ïžMINORS DNIâ ïž
©all rights reserved. the modification, translation, and plagiarism of my work is strictly prohibited.
Hours and hours of baseball, taking care of Emi, dealing with the KDF, his dad and other mental exhaustion, Kenji was stressed. Relief, yes relief that's what he needed and what better way to do that than with his lovely partner. The minute he got the chance to pin his partner down, Kenji got to work.
"Mhmm..sweetheart..what's gotten into you?"I kissed him back with equal fervor whiles tilting my head. I wrapped my arms around his neck.
Kenji's heart skipped a beat as his wife kissed him, her words sending a shiver down his spine. He savored the feel of my arms around his neck, my body pressed close to his. As I whispered into his lips, a sly smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth.
"Mmm..I just miss my girl..and I miss being inside you"He huskily replied shamelessly, his hands roaming across my thighs, gently squeezing my skin. My skin felt hot as he was being so goddamn shameless.
"You know you can't be saying such lewd things?" I breathed shyly as he pulled off my shorts and panties, tossing them behind him. A sultry chuckle left his lip as he bit down hard onto my neck causing me to whimper.
"Why not, huh? MAKE ME STOP. I can say things ALOT worse than that" Kenji whispered, challenging me to even TRY IT, whiles nibbling on your ear. Kenji wasn't gonna waste time with clothes, he was wanted his girl NOW.
"W-Well..K-Kenji..d-dont be so vulgar" She flushed whiles tilting her head. I wasn't expecting any late night love making. Especially Kenji's forward and lewd behavior. Usually he was so so soft and sweet, didn't seem so today.
"I said make me baby, now shut up and let daddy take care of you "Kenji rasped firmly and dominantly. My mouth closed with a squeak only for a gasp to fall out as Kenji plunged two fingers inside me.
"K-Kenji" I gasped as my nails dug into his biceps. My legs tried to close on instinct but Kenji spread them open with his knees still keeping me pinned against the wall.
"Aww..You're so wet already..Good for me cause we don't have much time" He was right. Emi was gonna wake up in about an hour. Kenji liked taking his time with intimacy, he enjoyed worshipping me and showing my body the most delicate care but not today. Kenji gently slid his fingers out and gave me a passionate kiss on the lips. "I love you so much..god I need you." He whispered in reassurance and slight desperation.
"I love you too, my love" I smiled. Kenji unzipped his jeans quickly before taking his hard cock out of underwear with a slight sigh of relief. I yelped slightly as he picked me and didn't even hesitate before stretching my pussy open. "K-Kenji"
Dear God, the sigh of relief this man let out as he was welcomed by your warm, tight velvety walls. It was as if all stressed vanished. Kenji's hands tightened around his lover's hips and he began pounding into her relentlessly. "Y-Youre such an angel, my love. Y-Youre so good to me. So beautiful. A good girl. And all for me" Kenji grunted letting out a guttural groan.
My brain turned to mush the second the head of his cock hit at my sweet spot. My back arched into him and my head fell back as moans left my lips like a broken record.
"C'mon, baby. You. Can. Be. Louder. Than. That" Kenji's thrusts deepened and increased in pressure with each word. Each brush against my g-spot sent me spiraling as my eyes rolled to the back of my head and my walls tightened around him.
"Atta girl. You're so tight..christ" Kenji groaned. His fingers were digging into my hips as he relentlessly pounded into me with no chance of easying up or stopping. My moans raised in pitch and volume. My hands dug into his biceps. "You're so close, aren't you, my love? Make me a mess for me. Do that for me?"
If I could answer I would but he was so deep and so goddamn good at making me come undone, I couldn't even respond. My brain short circuits with each thrusts. I screamed his name like prayer, because he felt so good. I could see stars and what looked to be heaven as my orgasm washed over me like a wave. Lord almighty, he always succeeds to make me make a mess all over his cock. Kenji smirked in triumph, a brush to his ego.
"That's it, my girl. Y-Youre doing so well. I-Im so close and I'm gonna fill you up, okay? Make you all nice and warm" Kenji whispered tracing sensual kisses all over my jaw. I was sensitive and the way he was going, I was gonna cum again.
"Pardon the interruption, but Emi has woken up early" Mina's voice broke my state of bliss of bliss as we heard her voice through Kenji's watch. Kenji cursed and almost yelled from frustration. He was so close to finish line.
"Interuptions. Interruptions." Kenji groaned annoyed as his hips still didn't stop moving. "Give me five minutes."
Kenji moved with extra vigor and desperation. He was so close. His thrusts were deep, fast and erratic but they remained constantly hitting my sweet spot. My toes curled once again as I felt the heat washing over me again. Kenji let out a long groan as he finally caught his relief and his seed filled my womb. I panted heavily from the second orgasm in a close time period. Kenji kissed my cheek and lips, affirming me.
"Well done,my beautiful girl. I'll come take care of you just now. Give me a few minutes and we'll go for round two okay?" Kenji whispered into my lips. I just nodded still blissed out. Kenji pulled himself out and laid me down on the bed. Giving both of us a quick clean clean before shuffling to elevator to take care of Emi. Mina, ever so present kept pestering him.
"I'm coming. I'm coming"
-The Lord will forgive me for the filth I have posted and he will forgive YOU, for reading itđ„ș If you guys want more smut..uh..let me know..because I need some time to process the filth I have written for daddy Kenjiđ I love you. Stay safe, drink water and stay hydrated and healthyđ„°
Credits to @soranatus for the gifđ
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This is heavily based off of a canon event that is happening in my life, so I've decided to feed yall the details as they happen. Enjoy âĄ
Check out my Bakugo Masterlist here! This series is linked under the name "Highschool Crush"
P1, P2
Katsuki Bakugo never noticed you. It's not necessarily a bad thing, is it? After all, this is Bakugo we're talking aboutâthe guy who doesnât even know the names of half his classmates and calls everyone an extra. Even you are surprised that you have feelings for this hot-headed, time-ticking explosion.
Itâs not his fault he hasnât noticed you. Youâre usually in a corner, either drawing, listening to music, or browsing on your phone. When you do hang out with your friends, you tend to be quiet and reserved.
He never paid much attention to you until one day, when he enters class to find a huge crowd of girls gathered around the table next to his. They're squealing and screaming as if theyâve seen Taylor Swift.
Someone finally shouts, âShh! LookâŠuh at that bird!â
Katsuki is confused, his eyebrows furrowing as he notices multiple pairs of eyes on him. âThe hell are ya lookinâ at?â he asks gruffly, marching over to his table and setting his bag down.
He notices their giggles and the fact that theyâre talking to the girl next to him, giving you gentle shoves and nodding in his direction. He wonders if youâre making fun of him but decides to drop the subject.
What he doesnât realize is that the girls are excited because they finally managed to corner you and get you to reveal who your crush is.
â„ïž~
Katsuki is still puzzled when, during a supposed study session with Kirishima that evening, the redhead suddenly brings up your name.
âY/N?â Katsuki asks, his head tilting to the side, his focus on the textbook in front of him lost.
âYeah bro, the girl who sits next to you in class?â Kirishima replies. âHow could you not notice her?â
The blonde shrugs, trying to remember where heâs heard your name before. After a moment of silence and contemplation, he shakes his head and attempts to focus again.
Kirishima whistles lowly before blurting out, âSheâs into you.â
Katsuki freezes.
Someone likes him?
For the rest of the afternoon, youâre all he can think about. You cloud his mind so much that it becomes overwhelming, and he decides to look you up online.
The next morning, when you walk into class, a pair of crimson eyes is watching your every move, memorizing the keychains on your bag and the bracelet on your right hand, which dangles with your initials in silver.
When you finally look up from your phone, you notice him staring. You feel like youâre going to pass out. You just made eye contact with your crush. Your face heats up into a light shade of pink as you immediately dart your eyes away. You scurry to your seat, drop your bag, and head back outside to chat with a very amused Mina.
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â©ïœĄ Pairings: Neighbor!Jungkook x Fem!reader
â©ïœĄ Synopsis: Y/n didn't think testing out a new sex toy would cause so much havoc but no worries, her next-door neighbor Jungkook doesn't mind lending her a bit of assistance.
â©ïœĄWarnings: Smut! cussing, mentions of masturbation, spanking, doggy style, sex in a public place, unprotected sex (sigh), teasing, creampie, rough sex, pinning, sex toys, sweat and other bodily fluids, a bit of exhibitionism i guess (elevators have cameras), sexual frustration, consensual sex, if you're reading this for the plot don't, there is no plot.
â©ïœĄ Authors Note: lord give me one chance, one chance is all i need.
â©ïœĄ Word Count: 5.k
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âAre you using it right now?â
âYes, itâs a bit uncomfortable, to be honest.â
âOmg! Are you in public?!â
âI just made a quick run to the convenience store for a few snacks.â
âOh, youâre braveâ Mina, Y/nâs friend spoke through the phone that was pressed between her ear and shoulder. Y/n sighed, grabbing a bottle of water and making her way to the front of the store. âitâs in low mode anyways, it just feels like Iâm riding the bus on an unpaved streetâ Y/n laughed whilst placing her items onto the counter for the cashier to scan. Â
âI've never had anyone try it out in public, this is exciting!â Y/n rolled her eyes and scanned her card, grabbing her receipt and bag before stepping out of the convenience store and into the scorching sun of July.
âRelax Iâll be home in like 3 secondsâ Y/n huffed, wiping some of the sweat beaming on her forehead. Having been locked in her air-conditioned apartment for the last 2 days had caused her to forget the heat wave that had taken over the city in the last week and it didnât matter that she was wearing her shortest summer dress because she felt like she was boiling alive.
âOkay, just remember you can change the motions and speed on the app, but I would recommend you start off slow so that you can adjustâ Mina spoke urgently on the phone, but Y/n could only focus on her apartment building as it came into view, her flip flops dragging against the pavement as she took hurried steps. âYes, yes just know that you owe me big time!â Y/n yelled into the phone.
Y/n wasnât experimental in any aspect of her life, she liked what she liked, and she knew what she didnât. Her life was simple, boring as Mina would describe it, but she preferred it that way, it had worked out for her, and she didnât see the need to stray from it. which had only made her that much more apprehensive when Mina came to her with the proposition of testing out one of the new sex toys her company was developing.
Y/n didnât like the idea at all, and she had even readied herself to decline but upon noticing the desperation in Minaâs eyes that late afternoon she just couldnât bring herself to say no. Y/n first-handedly witnessed how hard Mina had worked on this project and she couldnât be the reason behind its failure which had led her to reluctantly accept. It had only taken 4 days for the package to be delivered to her front door, the small box containing the pink bullet vibrator Mina had designed which was now nestled between her legs.
âI will kiss the ground you walk on after this!â Mina promised on the other end of the call which caused Y/n to laugh as she stepped into her building. her feet shuffled as she leaned forward to tap on the elevator button and She subconsciously pressed her legs together as she stood waiting for the doors to open, the low vibrations from the toy leaving her a bit out of breath.
âAlright, Iâll call you back later onâ Y/n huffed which caused Mina to giggle on the other end.
âHot and bothered already?â Mina joked which caused Y/nâs already flushed cheeks to deepen in color.
âShut up, itâs the heatâ Y/n yelled as she watched the elevator doors open.
âsureeeeeâ Mina teased which led Y/n to end the call without further explanation.
She stepped into the small space and pressed the button to her floor before standing all the way back into the corner, her back pressed into the mirrored wall behind her. Y/n bit her bottom lip as she watched the elevator doors close slowly. she didnât understand the buzz behind these sex toys or this market, the bullet wasnât even doing anything to stimulate her and if she was honest, the vibration alone was starting to irritate her.
Y/n was sure her hand could do a better job.
âHold it!â a voice shouted which caused Y/n to snap out of her frustrated trance, she reached forward and stopped the doors from shutting. The voiceâs owner rushed inside, and Y/n took in his flustered appearance as he turned back to thank her. She recognized him as the man who lived 2 doors away from her and was notoriously known for his loud parties and for the woman who came and went from his apartment. It had been more than a few times she had found herself knocking on his door at 3 am due to the loud music.
And if it wasnât for the fact that the guy was easy on the eyes she probably wouldâve already complained to management.
 His name is Chun-woo? Jungkook? Something like that she thought.
Y/n offered him a small and awkward smile before pressing herself against the wall once again. She rarely ever interacted with any of the residents in the building and today would not be the exception. She was already hot and sweaty and all she wanted to do was to get to her cool air-conditioned apartment and binge on her delicious snacks.
âItâs really hot outsideâ the man commented, tapping on the button that Y/n had already pressed earlier. She dragged her eyes over to his back and hummed, nodding her head in agreement.
âyouâre from apartment 902 right?â He glanced back at her, and she noticed the piercing that wrapped around the end of his bottom lip, she had never stood as close to him to notice it before and for some reason it only made him appear that much more handsome.
âYeahâ she smiled, squirming in the small space in which she stood.
Within the silence that soon overtook the small elevator, she could hear the way the man struggled to catch his breath, having fallen victim to the heat wave outside. His long black hair had stuck to the dampened skin of his forehead and his broad shoulders rose and fell as the elevator began to ascend.
Y/n tried to focus her eyes on the floor beneath her and not on the man who stood there with his back now turned to her but ever so often she would find herself staring at the white loose fitted t-shirt he wore, drenched with his sweat. She also tried to stop herself from biting down on her bottom lip while she noticed the muscles that pressed from the thin material around his shoulders while subconsciously rubbing her legs together.
It was rude to stare, she knew that, but the elevator was so crammed there were only so many alternative places she could look, and he was so tall, so broad and his tattooed arm called for her attention, the intricate colors and patterns leaving her in a tranceâŠshe blinked quickly, her cheeks turning crimson from the thoughts flooding through her mind.
She opted to stare at the ceiling instead, noticing the way the bright lights would flicker subtly as the elevator continued to climb levels, and then suddenly there came a pulsation from between her legs, one that was probably already there but she hadnât been able to notice before. Her eyes widened in horror as her mind registered the cause and her hand reached for her phone in urgency as the small vibrations from the small toy caused a faint sound inside the compact space.
âDo you hear that?â Jungkook spoke, turning to look at a very disheveled Y/n, she looked back to him in pure embarrassment, her fingers frantically searching for the app her best friend had downloaded onto her phone.Â
âMhm? Ah No, I think itâs the elevatorâ she giggled nervously and Jungkook nodded, biting down on his lip and turning to face the elevator doors once again.
Y/n had forgotten all about the small object that lowly vibrated inside of her, which was now causing her clit to pulsate painfully under her black thong. Her hands shook as she pressed on the pink icon shining through her screen, and her eyes scanned the app quickly trying to find the off button on the small evil little thing stuck inside her pussy.
âfuckâ she breathed as sweat beads began to form on her skin.
The panic running through her body didnât allow her to focus on the small words in front of her, no matter how hard she squinted. Her fingers continued to urgently press against random buttons, trying to shut off the damn thing but all she had accomplished was for it to change motions, going from a light vibration to full-on pumping. She covered her mouth in shock at the new movement and gripped the handrailing on her side for support.
âhow the fuck- âshe groaned.
âWhat was that?â Jungkook asked, looking at her through the reflection on the doors and for a moment she loathed how attentive this man was.
Y/n could only shake her head, her hand trembling against her phone while she tried to overpower the sensation taking over her body.
She had underestimated the damn thing, thinking all would be good if she kept it at a low tempo, who even goes to the store with a sex toy in their pussy? She cursed herself for the irrational idea.
She stared at the screen in concentration, soon finding the pulse button and beginning to tap on it frantically but the thing wouldnât budge and soon she felt the speed increase. Her mouth widened in horror; her eyes fluttered closed as the vibrations rocked through her body in waves and soon her breaths became extremely uneven. She hoped and prayed her neighbor wouldnât notice but Jungkook watched from the distorted reflection in front of him at how much she struggled to stay still.
She was sure the universe hated her, she must have been paying for some karmic event she had forgotten about because there was no way in hell this was happening to her.
Suddenly almost as if in coordination, the elevator began to tremble underneath her feet and then her eyes opened wide, was this a figment of her imagination? Was this a silly joke being played on her by the gods? Was this punishment for experimenting with her sex life?
The elevator shook uncontrollably causing Y/n to lose grip of the railing, she fell onto the floor with a loud thud, her bag of snacks ripping open and spilling its contents on the floor. The lights above her flickered on and off and then everything stopped.
Her heart, the rocking of the floor, her brain, and even the elevator came to an abrupt halt but not the vibrations between her legs, it was the only thing that remained as her body squirmed on the floor from the pulsations erupting from her clit. Â
âWhat the fuckâ Jungkook muttered as he held onto one of the railings, his arms strained with veins running under the skin as he was too shaken by the sudden tremble.
âDid we just have an earthquake?â he exclaimed while his eyes trailed to the spot where Y/n once stood but she was no longer there and then his eyes trailed down, where he found Y/n thrown across the floor along with her snacks. Jungkook let go of the railing and reached for her limp body in an attempt to help her.
âHey, are you okay?â he asked, taking a step towards her but Y/n squirmed, backing into the wall behind her.
âHey, relaxâ he spoke, his voice but a whisper as he grabbed onto her arm and lifted her off from the floor. She whimpered as he brought her back onto her feet, her hands holding onto his forearms for support.
âI think weâre stuckâ he concluded, unable to feel the motion of the elevator beneath his feet. Y/n didnât say a word, afraid that her attempts at speaking would demonstrate the utter pleasure she was in, and she was mortified. Jungkook noticed the way she slightly trembled underneath his touch, her eyes looking up at his in fear and then an urgency to calm her came over him.
âdonât worry, we can just call someone to help usâ he removed his eyes from the agitated woman and scanned the panel at the side of the door, reaching to tap on the red button at the very end. Y/n could only focus on 2 things, the wetness that soon pooled through the thin fabric of her panties and the feeling of his hand on her arm.
His hands were big and soft, and she could feel the small callouses on his palm pressing against her skin. She had to get out of this situation and quickly, she could feel the pressure building in her gut and it was familiar to the one she always got when pleasuring herself during late nights.
She was going to come.
She shouldâve been focused on the elevator, on trying to get out of the cramped space, and not on coming undone in front of her neighbor from 2 doors down while he held her. She pushed aside her current desires and removed her eyes from Jungkook's hand on her arm. She carefully scanned the floor for her cell phone and once in her view, she bent down to collect it, her hand fumbling with the device as she picked it up from the floor.
When she turned it over, her heart plummeted. The screen had cracked completely, a few pieces of glass missing, and the screen blinked in different colors in front of her. at that very moment, she wished the elevator would plummet down to her death, she gasped for air as the realization hit her that the only other option she had was to remove the little bullet herself, but she couldnât, she wouldnât.
What would her neighbor think? She would have to move from the building entirely to escape from the humiliation alone. What would she even say? oh, hey yeah hold on a minute let me remove my SEX TOY from my vaginaâŠshe was mortified.
Her attention was drawn back to the elevator in which she stood as a voice appeared from within the small speaker inside the panel and her heart skipped a beat at the sudden relief that someone would come to help her leave this hellish predicament.
âSun tower, how can we help you?â
âUh yea, listen weâre stuck in the elevatorâ Jungkook spoke his hand reaching to wipe away some of the sweat forming on his face.
âOh yes sir, sorry about that the building has lost power due to the heat but no worries we are working on the issue, and the elevator should be up and running in no timeâ Y/n groaned in frustration, deciding it would be best to move away from Jungkookâs touch entirely and found her place back to the corner of the elevator.
âHow long do you think itâll take?â Jungkook sighed, growing frustrated with the entire situation.
âMhmm, it should take about an hourâ the person informed. Y/n jolted in surprise, An hour!? Y/n wouldnât be able to hold off for an hour. Her legs were trembling, and her heart was beating abnormally fast against her chest. She knew her body and she had a good 5 minutes at best. She ran to the speaker, attempting to focus on controlling her body as she screamed into it in desperation.
âNo sirâ she moaned, her teeth coming down to bite down harshly on her lips as she attempted to contain herself âYou donât understand I need to get out of here!â her hands held onto the elevator panel for dear life, and she was almost at the verge of tears. âSorry maâam we are doing everything we canâ Her breaths were uneven as she retracted from the wall, her hands falling by her sides in defeat.
Jungkook noticed the way she struggled to breathe, her chest heaving as she attempted to bring oxygen to her lungs and his eyes squinted in suspicion.
âHey, are you okayâ he asked again, taking a few steps towards her but Y/n raised her hands, her stare darkened and blurred. âPlease just stay on that sideâ she panted, her legs pressing together once again as she battled with another moan that sat on her tongue.
âAre you claustrophobic?â Jungkook asked and oh how Y/n wished that was the reason her body convulsed in the way it did now, her extremities shaking at the feeling of the sex toy vibrating inside of her.
âI-iâ she whimpered, attempting to form words but her brain was too consumed by the pumping between her legs, her hands reaching to force her hips from buckling at the feeling. She promised herself she would never speak to Mina again, this was all her fault, she didnât even want to do this and now she was masturbating in front of this complete stranger. She leaned over and her mouth fell wide open, a loud yelp falling from within.
âwoahâ Jungkook rushed to her side, his hands reaching to give her support but that only caused her to shiver, the stimulation of both the toy and the man holding her throwing her into complete disarray.
âWhat is that buzzing sound?â Jungkook asked again, his eyes falling on the floor in an attempt to find the source, but he was met with bags of chips and bottles of water. He focused his hearing on the sound, it was faint, but it was there, and it was driving him crazy. He followed the sound and once his eyes reached the exposed skin of Y/n legs, he looked up into her eyes in surprise.
She looked back at him in embarrassment, her face reddened in shame as sweat trickled down her forehead. She didnât have the energy to pretend anymore or to try to explain how she wasnât a sex addict of some sort, she could no longer control what was happening, deciding that she was no match against the orgasm that would soon rock through her.
âAre you? - âhis eyes looked into hers and a moan escaped her lips in response. His body tensed at the realization, but he couldnât take his eyes off hers, entranced by the way she trembled underneath his hands. âIs that?â he gulped looking back down to her shaking legs.
âah fuckâ Y/n moaned, burying her face into his chest, the action causing Jungkookâs heart to leap out of its position. he shouldâve been focusing on the predicament they were in, how it would take an hour for the apartment to get them out of there, how hot it had gotten in the cramped space, but he could only think about the girl who was coming undone in his arms, soft pants and moans erupting from her lips into his chest.
âMy phoneâ she whimpered âAh my phone is brokenâ She gripped his arms trying to regain control of her body but it was no use, she had been pushed past her limit and she could feel her arousal drip from between her legs.
Jungkook couldnât ignore the way her whimpers caused goosebumps on his skin, the way her soft moans called upon his member to rise and press against the fabric of his underwear. It was wrong and he knew it, she was vulnerable and unraveling in front of him, but he couldnât fight it, he was salivating at the thought of what her pussy would look like underneath the skirt of her dress, he imagined it glistening with her juices as the toy moved inside of her and his dick quivered underneath the constraints of his clothes.
âCan I-? âHe whispered his half-lidded eyes glancing into hers with lust and desperation.
âCan I help you?â Jungkook gulped, his body tensing at the question. He wouldnât be surprised if she pushed him back and screamed at him, in under different circumstances he probably wouldnât have been so upfront, but they had an hour to kill and it almost pained him to see her like this, the toy not being able to assist her in the way he knew he could.
It took a moment too long for Y/n to realize what he was asking, it was not like she was even in the right state of mind to think over anything at that moment yet, she nodded her head miserably, her eyes shutting as another wave of pleasure ran through her body whilst she permitted him to assist her.
âShhh donât worry, Iâll take care of youâ Jungkook whispered into her ear which lured a moan out of her lips.
He moved in front of her, and his eager mouth found hers, their lips melting as they slid against each other, Jungkook felt the warmth of her skin as she pressed her body into his and his hands snaked along the fabric of her short dress. She was so complaint, so willing and it was driving him over the edge. He responded by pressing his body against hers and she soon felt Jungkookâs prominent boner against her lower belly.
She wondered how long he had been that hard, how long was he pondering if he could fuck herâŠY/n wasnât like this, she didnât think about these things, and she also wasnât often so eager to fuck a stranger in the elevator. She couldnât control herself; she needed relief, and she needed it fast.
âmm gonna take it outâ Jungkook dragged his lips away from hers with a hum and trailed his fingers down to the hem of her dress. Y/n whimpered as he teased her, his fingers hovering over the skin of her thighs which were tightly pressed together in an attempt to stop her wetness from dripping down her legs.
âIs that okay?â Jungkook whispered, staring back into her eyes with hunger and she was sure that look alone was going to have her spazzing in a short moment.
He guided his hand past her thighs, his fingers brushing by the hem of her panties and hooking his fingers along them, Y/n threw her head back in pleasure at the intrusion, her legs shaking beneath her as he played with the lace material that was between his digits.
âp-pleaseâ she begged, her body trembling from the mere anticipation.
Jungkook smirked at the sight before him, he loved the control he had, loved the fact that she needed him. he unhooked his fingers and dipped his hand inside her panties, turning it over so that his palm was now facing her sensitive clit and applied just enough pressure to make her squirm.
âFuck, youâre wetâ Jungkook hissed, his lips finding shelter on the exposed skin of her neck.
âp-pleaseâ Y/n whimpered, unable to repress the longing from between her legs.
Jungkook dipped his hand down further, finding the toy embedded between her warm walls, and groaned at the feeling of her juices coating his fingers as he slowly extracted the toy from its rightful home. The pink little object vibrated against his hand, and he chuckled lowly at the feeling, Y/n sighed in relief, perhaps thinking that was the end of her torment.
Her pussy pulsated sorely, her mind clouded by the impending climax that pressed down on her gut and she needed it, she needed it badly. She pulled Jungkook closer and crashed her mouth into his with eagerness. She would often hear the screams of pleasure that poured out of Jungkookâs apartment when she walked past his door and right now, she needed him to help her in the same way.
Y/n reached for the strings of his sweatpants and quickly undid the knot there, pulling them down from his waist and then dipping her hand into his underwear where she found his rock-hard cock, painfully quivering against the material. Jungkook groaned into her mouth, his body lurching forward at the sensation of her warm hand stroking him under his Calvin Kleins.
âfuckâ he muttered as he pulled away from her kiss, his eyes fluttering close.
âI want to fuck you so badâ he groaned, his hands reaching to caress her breasts through the fabric of her dress.
âThen fuck meâ Y/n moaned, and it didnât take more than a second for Jungkook to turn her around and press her against the mirror of the elevator, his hands moving quickly to pull down her black thong and throwing it across the floor. He parted her legs and Y/n watched from the reflection as he licked his lips in admiration.
She didnât know what she had gotten herself into and she sure as hell wasnât prepared but she didnât care, she needed his cock inside of her walls and thatâs all she could think about.
Jungkook pushed down his underwear, exposing his cock as he gave it a few more pumps before aligning himself to her welcoming pussy. He watched her arousal drip from her core, and he whimpered at the sight. it was all that he had expected and more, he slowly dragged the tip of his cock against her wet folds which caused Y/n to yelp, her hands reaching to grip the handrails for support.
They moaned in unison as he entered her walls, her legs bucking as he began to move himself inside of her. Jungkook moved slowly, patiently waiting for her to adjust to his length but the feeling of her walls gripping him tightly like his dick was meant to be there was urging him to lose control and it didnât help that he had a full view of her ass while his dick retracted from her pussy ever so slightly.
âf-fuck me harderâ she moaned, and Y/n was sure she had never used those words before, but it was all the instructions Jungkook needed to pick up his pace. He began to thrust roughly inside of her, his hands coming down to hold her hips in place, keeping her from moving away as he pounded into her. Y/n leaned her head against the mirror, her mouth wide open as whimpers and moans fell from it.
The small elevator was soon filled with the symphony of moans and skin clashing together, Y/n could feel a burning sensation building as Jungkook kept his tempo, his black locks hanging over his face as he continued to ram into her. his hand came down quickly against her ass cheek, leaving a red imprint there and Y/n screamed in excitement.
âlook how good youâre taking itâ Jungkook moaned as he watched his wet cock retract and enter into her pussy over and over again. he reached underneath where their bodies remained interlinked and pressed the vibrating bullet that was still in his hand against her clit. Y/n yelped; her eyes fluttering shut at the sudden action.
âCome on, be a good girl, you know you can take itâ he hummed his eyes taking in the way he was completely destroying her. He removed his other hand from her hip and reached to grab her arms, pulling them behind her back and pinning them tightly together on her lower back. Y/n shrieked in pleasure, sweat dripping down the sides of her face.
Jungkook moved his hips skillfully as he fucked into her, his eyes remaining on the view of her ass trembling as his cock glistened with her juices. It was beautiful and it only made his cock pulse with anticipation. He bit down on his lip as groans poured from his chest. never in a million years did he ever think he would be fucking his neighbor but never in a million years did he ever want to stop.
Y/n felt her clit vibrate against the toy, the nerves there buzzing with enjoyment. Her arousal dripped from between her legs onto the silicone material and down Jungkookâs hand, but he kept it pressed there while he hammered into her. She didnât know if she liked it rough but whatever it was, he was doing, she wanted him to keep going. Â
âCome for me babyâ he moaned, licking his lips as if he was tasting her juices in his mouth. âI know how badly you want to comeâ his hand came down harshly against her ass cheek again and Y/n responded with a yelp. Y/n was bent over, her tits flowing past her dress and her hair a mess, but she could only focus on the feeling of Jungkookâs balls slapping against her clit, the bullet that worked hard to keep up with Jungkookâs thrusts, and the way this man was fucking her into oblivion.
It felt good, fuck that, it felt amazing.
Jungkook plunged into her pussy with such need, with such desire that she was sure he was close to his climax as well. Y/nâs walls clenched around his cock, urging him to come undone inside of her and Jungkook groaned loudly, his hips beginning to move with a mind of their own as he searched for his own relief.
âAh'm gonna comeâ Y/n yelled, her legs giving out from under her as they began to tremble, but Jungkook held her, and gave her the support she needed. He pressed her against the mirror and continued his pace, his eyes trailing to the reflection in front of them.
âLook at us baby, look how good you look while I fuck into youâ he whispered into Y/nâs ear, his eyes falling on her hooded eyes and reddened cheeks. Her walls were tight and warm, and he knew he wouldnât last long, his hand fell on her hip once more, gripping it there while he continued to drive into her quickly. Y/n couldnât take her eyes from his strained arms, the way his veins stuck out from underneath the skin as he gave her his all, it was almost poetic and thatâs all it took for her to reach the peak, her body shuddering against the wall and Jungkookâs chest. Y/n couldnât hear anything, her eyes falling tightly shut as her orgasm rippled through her body. Her senses were completely gone as she tried to control herself and then there was a sudden warmness dripping from her core, it dripped down her legs and onto the floor.
âFuck, you squirted babyâ Jungkook groaned, his hips buckled and with one last hard thrust, he came into her quenched walls. He let out a trail of curse words Y/n couldnât make out, too stuck on the way she had unraveled.
She had never felt something so euphoric, and she felt guilty about it.
Jungkook removed the toy that had remained pressed against her clit and threw it on the floor beside them. the bullet buzzed and jolted on the floor before turning off. Y/n blinked her eyes open and stared at the floor in shock, the little fucking thing had finally given out after tormenting her for so long, but she was too high off her orgasm, unable to find any other emotion but relief.
She turned over and looked up at Jungkook, his face was flushed just like hers and sweat dripped from his forehead as he adjusted his dick back in his sweats, a small smirk appearing on his face once he glanced back at her. He reached down to grab her thong and assisted her with slipping it back up her legs, his stare remaining on her. He took in how her chest rose and fell with each harsh breath she took. His fingers glided upward against the sides of her legs as he brought her panties back, his hands landing on the sides of her hips before grabbing the hem of her dress and sliding the fabric down to its rightful place.
Y/n was beyond embarrassed and sore, she didnât know what to say to the man who had just fucked her literally senseless. Thank You? no that was fucking ridiculous. She reached for her bottle of water and extended her arm out to Jungkook, offering him some refreshment, it was the best she could do given the circumstances.
âHere, drink someâ she smiled while Jungkook reached for the bottle, removing the cap and bringing it to his lips, taking a large gulp.
âdonât use those stupid toys anymore, next time just knock on my doorâ Jungkook muttered, passing her the bottle. Y/n nodded biting down on her lip before taking a drink herself.
âHello! Is everyone okay? we are coming in to get you outâ a voice yelled from outside the elevator doors. They both giggled at each other before innocently standing side by side waiting to be freed from the confined space. Â
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Katsuki dating obliviously hot reader:
Characters aged up
Kinda smutty
Katsuki doesnât even really see people in a hot or non hot way but thenâŠ. in walks you. The person that has him a blubbering, babbling mess. He thinks itâs insane, how fucking amazing you look all the time and itâs hard to control himself around you.
Youâre at a party and you were dancing on him. In the middle of you pretty much dry humping him, Mina pulls you away from him and toward her. The thing is before he can hide it, she looks down at his groin and BAM
âDude I can see your hard on through your pants.â And all your other friends turn around and start trying to see.
The blondeâs face now has a deep blush but he speak in an even tone. âYea well yall would be too if someone as hot as Y/N was dancing on you. Too bad you losers get no play.â
He then rips you back outta Minaâs arms and spins you around so your back is to his front yet again. He has his dick placed snuggly against your clothes between your cheeks.
You guys are going out on a date and youâre bloated asf and nothing looks right. Youâve changed outfits like 4 times now and Kats in starvin.
He comes barging in the room and your in long sleeve shirt with a thigh length skirt and some cute shoes. Youâre in the mirror adjusting and leaning towards a hell no when you hear him whisper under his breath, âdamnâ
âDo I look bad? I feel gross. Maybe we can get takeout and just stay here.â
âGross? You gotta be fucking kiddin me. We are going to go out and Iâm gonna be trying my damndest not to beat the shit out of the sea of guys that are gonna be eye fucking you and youâre calling yourself gross. Grab your damn purse and letâs go y/n.â
Well then. Guess you cant argue with that.
Youâre at the gym together and you were both doing your own things. Youâre on the treadmill when some guy comes up on the one next to you and starts talking.
It seems harmless enough so you engage him for a while until you get a text alert on your phone. When you check Kit Kat is on the screen so you open the message.
Kit Kat: come here.
Thatâs random so you look up to find where he is in the gym and discover hes near the weights. When you lock eyes with him, you see murder in his eyes.
Aww fuck. Heâs pissed. You know your man is territorial, but damn.
You excuse yourself from the conversation you were only half heartedly invested in and walk over to him.
âLook it wasnât-â but your words are cut off from his lips pressing against yours and you feel his hand graze over your ass.
Youâre glad the gym is half empty cuz damn.
âThat idiots been looking at my ass in these tights since you walked in. Iâm gonna have to put a fucking taken sticker on your forehead.â, he growled low next to your ear.
âInstead of all that, you can just put a ring on my finger.â You say smugly.
He chuckles at you, âyea thatâs probably a better option.â
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(nsfw) friends w/ benefits!bakugou katsuki headcanons
mdni: explicit & implied sexual content. nsfw under the cut
bakugou katsuki x fem!reader, friends with benefits, sexual tension, blowjobs in the classroom. definitely not inspired by my ex fwb-turned-bf haha (it is 1000%)
it was written exams season, and you were stressed. you distanced yourself from your classmates, and started ignoring mina's text messages inviting you to momo's room for your usual group study sessions. you felt a little bad, but you've always been more productive when studying alone.
katsuki was stressed too. he sat behind you in class, and over the course of the past week, it was as if his pen-clicking tendencies grew proportionally to his stress. click, click, click, click, click. it didn't bug you, though. if anything, you were worried.
katsuki was usually quiet in lessons, but he'd been sighing more. you don't blame him. there was so much content to be memorised. so many chapter sections and parts.
class had ended, and your classmates were already streaming out of the room, but you were still packing your things up. apparently, katsuki was still packing up too.
"fuckin' hell," katsuki groaned under his breath. you heard aggressive page-flipping behind you. you looked behind out of concern.
katsuki's sharp gaze flickers up from the thick stack of notes on his table. when he meets your gaze, you note that his glare lacks its usual ferocity. he looks tired.
"what?" he snaps at you. a second passes, and you see his glare falter. his brows furrow slightly.
"you good?" you ask anyway.
"me? are you good?" you blink, and then realise that you probably look like a zombie after the all-nighter you pulled.
you try to say that you're fine, but katsuki raises a brow at you, so you shake your head. yeah no, you are absolutely not good right now.
"not really. m'really stressed," you sighed.
"you gettin' any sleep?"
you shake your head.
"you should sleep."
"i know."
"you need rest."
"i know."
you sigh, and you turn away from katsuki to pick up your bag. you should probably head back to your room and continue studyingâ
"m'stressed too," katsuki admits quietly. he doesn't meet your gaze when you turn to look at him again.
"oh," you hum absentmindedly. you're not sure what you should be saying to him. it was bakugou katsuki, after all. he didn't want or need your pity. what would katsuki want? what could you offer katsuki?
you must be really sleep-deprived and definitely not in your right mind, because you undo the first few buttons of your shirt and start to retie your ponytail.
"want some help?" you ask, sounding a little more hopeful than you'd intended. you hope katsuki got the hint.
katsuki stares at you through narrowed eyes. he's quiet, so it feels like your proposition is just hanging heavy in the air between the both of you. you're mentally screaming at yourself, wondering what the fuck you're doing, but it's too late for you to back out, so you just meet katsuki's steady gaze and pray he doesn't notice the blush dusting your cheeks (he definitely does)
"yeah," katsuki finally says. he drops his notes and one of his hands disappears under the table. you can't help the way your eyes follow the movement, and you watch shamelessly as katsuki unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants.
katsuki looks at you through empty, tired eyes. he knows he's not in his right mind either. he would've never asked for such a thing from you, he respects you too much for that. you're his classmate. his friend, and one of his most trusted ones at that.
but katsuki isn't blind. he has eyes. he knows you're stupidly hot. he'd never admit it, but he's spent a few nights jerking off to the thought of your plush, wet lips around him.
katsuki isn't in his right mind, but even if he were, he's not sure he'd ever be able to turn down such a proposition from you.
katsuki pulls his boxers down, and his cock springs out. it's thick and pink and veiny and you rub your thighs together restlessly.
katsuki shifts his chair back and nods towards the now-empty space between his legs. "c'mere."
you end up on your knees, under katsuki's table, with a mouthful of cock.
"holy fuck," katsuki hisses through gritted teeth when you open your pretty lips and your hot breath hits the head of his cock. there's a bead of precum along his slit, and katsuki lets out a quiet whine when your tongue darts out to lick along it.
katsuki's embarrassed, immediately bringing a hand over his mouth. he moans into his palm when you press a wet kiss on the underside of his cock, right below his head. he wonders where you learnt how to do this, who taught you how to suck cock this, who else had you between their legs like this, when it could've been, should've been him. katsuki swallows his anger and jealousy.
"katsuki," you whisper, and katsuki swears he almost came right there and then. he hums in response. "wanna hear you. wanna know i'm doin' a good job."
and who was katsuki to deny you?
"oh, fuck," katsuki moans, low and guttural, when you finally wrap your lips around him and sink your mouth down on his cock. you're so good for him, he thinks as he squeezes his eyes shut and wills himself not to nut right down your throat.
katsuki opens his eyes when the head of his cock hits the back of your throat. you're deepthroating him, and he thinks he's going insane.
you're looking up at him with your mouth stuffed with his cock, yet you somehow manage to look so cute and almost innocent, batting your lashes prettily at katsuki.
your eyes are teary and you moan something around his cock. you look so pathetic, but you look like you're absolutely loving it. katsuki loves it too.
"so good f'me, baby," katsuki grabs the end of your ponytail and wraps it around his hand and pulls. "wanna ruin you. mess up that pretty mouth. show me how good you are at sucking cock, yeah?"
katsuki almost regrets egging you on, because you start bobbing your head up and down and it feels so fucking good. katsuki throws his head back and moans brokenly, and he's so fucking glad the last person to leave the classroom was smart enough to close the fucking door. you both sounded filthy, with your wet sloppy slurping and his loud ass moans.
"shit, fuck," katsuki feels his dick throb at the sensation of your tongue against his cock. "slow down, fuck, m'so fuckin' close, fuckâ"
you ignore him. your jaw hurts like fuck right now and your legs are so sore, but you love this. love sucking katsuki's cock, love making him feel good.
so you bob your head up, down, up, down, until katsuki spills into your throat with a cry.
"cumming, fuck," katsuki squeezes his eyes shut. his hips stutter as he rides out his orgasm, fucking into your throat and forcing his cum down your throat.
you keep katsuki in your mouth until his dick starts to grow soft and he whines at the overstimulation.
"feel better?" you asked, voice fucked raw.
"yeah," katsuki reaches down to pat your head affectionately. "thanks."
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âšGuiding Lightâš
Marcus Acacius x fem! reader
A/N: I was immediately inspired to write this after I saw the pictures drop Monday, and I conjured this up in one night. Thank you to @mountainsandmayhem and @joelmillerisapunk for beta reading đ©·
Summary: You watch Marcus avenge himself week after week in the pit of the arena, but how much longer will it take to make you snap? How much longer can you go on watching when heâs the only man you want?
Word Count: 6.2k
Rating: Explicit 18+ only MDNI
Tags: Yearning, a little angst, soft dom! Marcus, feelings, confessions, jealousy, unprotected piv, oral (male/female receiving), fluff, readerâs nickname is Starlight
Dividers by @saradika-graphics
 The arena is drenched in dark crimson colors as the clash of silver armor and jagged swords collide in unison. The audience is obnoxiously loud as their rowdy shouts and chants fill your ringing ears. Â
   Thump. Thump. Thump.Â
   You can basically feel your heart trying to break free of your insides that pound uncontrollably as you watch Marcus take out another large fighter from his right with only one jab of his shiny sword that catches sunlight and reflects in your wide eyes.
   Come on, Marcus. Win, stay alive!
   You swallow back a trembling whine as you sit on the edge of your seat, fingernails digging into the tough stone as you watch the man you yearn for take another blow to the back. You gasp as you watch Marcus flip the fighter over and finish him off with one slice of his silver sword, barely any sign of pain or fear in his vision thatâs focused on taking out every single enemy that stands in his way of freedom.
   You sigh out in relief, fear flooding your veins as your eyes stay glued to every careful move he makes in the arena of death.Â
   He stands in the middle of the expansive, gruesome arena, dodging left and right, taking out man after man, completely pulverizing anything and anyone that gets in his way. Heâs the best in the game, the most experienced fighter, the champion that never falters, never loses. So why are you a complete mess when heâs in that pit of death?
   Youâre not lovers, not exactly. Youâre his plaything, the woman he calls to his bedchamber after every battle, every night that suits his needs. He doesnât care if youâre asleep, doesnât care if youâre in the middle of other pressing matters, doesnât give a fuck because youâre his property that he can do whatever he wants with. And you have to admit you find that sort of⊠hot. Youâll do anything for that man. He can use you all he wants, as long as that means you have him.
   Your pulse thrums in your neck as you watch him completely dominate the arena. The blazing sun rains down on his broad body, leaving him in damp, silver armor, sweat glistening down his tanned skin, greying curls sticking to his forehead, dirt covering every inch of his muscular arms, his sculpted legs, his large hands.Â
   You so badly wish you could be every speck of that dirt right now so you could lick up and down every inch of him until you were completely consumed in him, until you could see nothing but him for all eternity, until he melded his own skin with yours as you fused into one.Â
   When the crowd chants and the last man falls to his death, the only man left standing is him, General Acacius, the man youâre completely wrapped up in. You have to pull yourself back together as your core burns hot, slick collecting just thinking of what heâll do to you later tonight. You know heâll take you, hard.Â
   His golden flecked chocolate eyes find yours in the crowd in a heartbeat, a celebratory smirk curling against his plush mouth as darkness and trouble swirl through those beautiful eyes. You know what that means. Heâs won you, and he wants you, now.
   When your eyes leave his, you see the emperorâs daughter, Mina, looking over his broad body with those bright blue eyes, her ashy blonde hair flowing down her back, and sheâs nearly drooling over his victory, thinking that she can get him with her daddyâs command.
   You flare hot with jealousy at the thought of Marcus and Mina tangling together, their skin caressing over each otherâs in his large bed draped with gold sheets that swallow their bodies whole till theyâre nothing but shadows dancing in the midst of the night. Â
   You see it now. The long walks they take in the gardens, the secret slurs in each otherâs ears over dinners with the entire court, an arranged marriage as he fights for her love each time heâs in the arena.Â
   Itâs only in your head, only a sick mirage your jealous mind has conjured up. He barely glances her way half the time, his heated gaze only locked on you each time youâre in the same vicinity. Itâs stupid really, the hate you feel for her because you could never measure up to a rich, beautiful goddess like herself. You donât come from royalty, barely have a cent to your name, and that is why he could never love you, you think.Â
   Mina has it all, and youâre just⊠you.Â
   You swallow the lump in your throat as the audience still shouts and whistles from every direction as Marcus is called out and awarded as the winner of todayâs events. You want to stay, but you get up quietly and leave, knowing heâll want you waiting in his chambers when heâs finished.Â
   Heâs safe. Thatâs all that matters.Â
   You quickly leave behind the bellowing noise of the arena, trading it for a quiet walk through the rose garden, past the trickles of clear blue fountains, entering into a quiet overlay of towering architecture thatâs trimmed in carved stone and marble pathways. A place you could never even dream of setting foot in on a regular basis. Youâre just a commoner, not royalty, not wealthy, not anything but his to take. And that will have to be enough. For now.Â
   You slip past some guards, heading straight for his bedroom, his sanctuary so to speak. He calls it that because you are what he worships night after night in those sheets, inside those marble walls, against his broad body that makes every vibration buzz through your nerve endings. He is what makes this city even tolerable.Â
   You throw the double doors open wide and slam them shut, letting the glow of the sunlight fade through the cascading window overlooking the city. The room smells of spice and aroma, the golden curtains sparkle as the sun kisses the see-through fabric and dips against the silky sheets that are bathed in a majestic golden hue. The king sized bed sits front and center as his grand bathing chambers lay to the right, just inside the hand crafted door thatâs threaded with gold.
   This room, this place is exquisite, and you canât believe the emperor is letting Marcus stay here after their falling out that happened just weeks ago. But the best fighter gets to stay in these living quarters. They get money, a title, a chance at freedom from the arena if theyâre lucky. Thatâs what Marcus is fighting for. To be free from this hellish prison, and you just pray to the gods that no one will take him from you. Youâll surely wither and fade away the moment something goes wrong in those walls of torture and murder because heâs all you know anymore here in Ancient Rome.Â
   Before you can delve into anymore feelings, you hear the crash of doors being opened behind you, and then you hear the disposal of swords and shields being tossed in a heap on the floor, then you hear the deep, ragged breaths of the one youâve been waiting for. Marcus.
   You try to twist around, but strong arms envelop you from behind, and a warm breath blows huskily down the shell of your ear. âEnjoy the show?â he smirks as his meaty hands find the back of your long gown and rip, tugging it free as it falls to the floor around your ankles.Â
   Your mouth drops open as warmth blooms in your core, hot and heavy like the room begins to feel. âMarcus! I liked that dress,â you pout.
   He grabs the back of your hair and tugs playfully while one hand snakes around your waist and pulls you flush to his silver armor, making you gasp as he cups your bare breasts and starts kneading them together, like he needs you right this very second and canât wait any longer to get his experienced fingers on your burning skin.Â
   âIâll buy you another one. Not like I donât already have one hanging in my closet,â he teases, pinching your pebbling nipples together as a slight moan leaves your lips.Â
   âNeedy thing, arenât you?â he chuckles, pulling you closer as one hand slips down and ghosts over the sheer panties, the only thing left on your bare body.Â
   âFor you, yes,â you whine, stifling a moan as his calloused thumb glides over your clit, sending a shiver down your spine as you fight to keep standing upright.Â
   âGreedy thing I see, wanting to come already?â he teases as he tugs his hand away from your slick center and rips your ruined panties in half, leaving you completely bare and absolutely wet with desire and famished for his touch.Â
   âTurn around,â he instructs with a bite as he assesses you from head to toe, licking his bottom lip in anticipation the moment he sees how drenched you are for him.
   Your gaze drops over him, still clad in silver armor, his leather wristbands splattered in dried blood, his Caliga boots biting into his toned shins, the leather kissing his muscular thighs. He quickly loses the wristbands and stalks toward you, backing you up till your back is pressed into the corner of the bed, chest heaving as the possibilities swarm your hazy mind.
   âMy armor, unthread it,â he demands as his dark brown eyes pierce into yours as sweat glistens across his tanned forehead, dirt still caking his dark skin as he stands fresh from a win of a long day in the arena. âNow,â he growls as he loses his patience while you stand there staring like a lovesick puppy.
   âYes, sir,â you nod as your fingers get to work unlacing the gold threads of his armor, making sure your movements are swift and cordial, knowing he doesn't like waiting too long to have you.Â
   His eyes follow you with every turn, every move, like heâs some kind of wild animal thatâs stalking his prey, ready to pounce and devour at any minute. You have to keep your eyes off his as you unfasten his belt, the silver armor falling to the floor as you tug it off his broad body until heâs standing only in the leather material that covers his upper thighs and the boots that shine against his banged up ankles.Â
   You stand there a minute and admire the gorgeous fighter that stands in front of you. Tall, extremely handsome, greying curls slicked back with the sweat from the sweltering sun in the arena, dirt etched across sculpted, tanned skin, eyes the color of bright sunlight and charcoal mixed together to make the prettiest honey-glazed eyes youâve ever seen in your life. This man is like a god, and youâd happily get down on your knees and worship him at his beck and call.Â
   His blazing eyes slide down your bare body and end at whatâs left on his, nodding for you to finish the job. âWell, donât just stand there. Finish undressing me,â he bites out with scalding irritation, clearly ready to forget his long day in an arena where hyenas bark at him day after day. He wants a release, and that release is you.
   You quickly tug the leather material down his legs, taking his underwear to the floor as his hard cock stands at attention against his sculpted abs, his coarse, wiry, dark hair trailing down the base of him as you gulp with wide-eyes.
   Heâs so big, so thick, so very⊠god-like.Â
   He sits down on the wooden chest thatâs sprawled at the end of his bed, spreading his muscular legs wide as he points to his dusty battle boots. âKnees on the ground, Starlight,â he instructs firmly with a gravelly tone that makes you clench your thighs together.
   âYes. Of course, Marcus.â
   âSir,â he corrects as you bend down and start to unlatch the straps of his fighting boots, slowly stripping them off as you toss them to the side.Â
   You idly sit there on your knees, one arm twisting around the back of his thigh as you spread him wider, almost drooling at the sight of his thick cock dripping precum around the angry red tip. Your mouth parts open, and you lose all train of thought. The only thing you want is to choke on that beautiful cock till he tells you to stop.
   He strips you from your fantasies as he grabs a fistful of your hair, leaning down as he bites out slow, deliberate words. âAre you just going to sit there, or are you going to be a good girl and wrap that pretty little mouth around my cock?â His eyes twinkle with a seductive glare, and his dirty words melt all the way down to your heated core until you can actually feel them around your aching clit.
   âYes, sir. Wanna be your good girl,â you pant as you lick your bottom lip in anticipation.
   He smirks and sits back as his rough hand guides you forward. âThen get to work,â he growls, tugging you forward with his hand wrapped around your hair until your lips meet his dripping tip.
   You take your tongue and run it flat up the base of him, following along the bulging vein as you lick up the salty precum that gushes around his swollen tip.Â
   Gods, he tastes so good, even after a long day in battle without a bath. You actually prefer to go down on him like this when his musk is drenched around the coarse hairs at his base, sweat pooling down his glorious body as you bathe in the aroma of him. Battle and all, this is when you like him most, when he completely takes charge and dominates you around his chambers, instructing you with filthy words and crude actions. This is how you like it. All hot and sweaty and desperate and messy.
   He groans as you take him deeper, hollowing out your cheeks as you fill your throat with his thick cock, gagging around his massive size as he starts to bob his hips, fucking your throat in steady strides as his large fingers wrap around your soft waves.Â
   âThatâs it, right there, atta fucking girl,â he moans, tipping his head down to yours as he watches you through the black pits that consume his wide eyes.
    âLook at me,â he demands as he pulls you back up to breathe, letting a bead of saliva connect to your plump lips from the tip of him as you suck in a deep breath, feeding your lungs as you look up into eyes that could eat you alive.Â
   âThere she is, my good little Starlight. Sucking my cock just the way I like it, yeah?â he coos, threading his fingers through your hair and stroking the back of your neck like youâre a well trained dog on a leash just waiting for their master to give you orders.
   âMhm. You just taste so good, all hot and sweaty,â you purr as your hand slides down the base of his shaft, squeezing his balls as he grunts in pleasure, tightening his grip on your neck as he pushes you back down.Â
   âYeah? Put those pretty lips to action then, gorgeous,â he growls.Â
   He takes you to your limits, cock throbbing as you choke and gag around his thick length, drool dousing him as he fucks you hard and deep, taking exactly what he needs after going through hell and back himself in one day.
   You groan, tears licking your eyes as you swallow the salty taste of him, letting him move you at his leisure, making your body do exactly as he pleases. Before you can get another good taste of his deliciousness, he pulls you off and throws you on your back in the silky sheets, watching him grab some of the gold cords from his armor.Â
   Your breath escapes you as he crawls over your body, the dirt caking his broad arms as his hungry eyes nearly devour you whole as he carefully binds your wrists to the headboard, stilling your writhing legs as he starts to slowly spread them.Â
   Your heart is beating wildly like ocean tides collide with your body, and your core is humming for Marcus to touch you in every single place he can get his filthy hands on you.
   He takes the tips of his fingers and melodically strokes them down your neckline, skating between your peaked breasts, teasing along your inner thighs until youâre a writhing mess beneath him. âMarcus, please,â you beg, nearly panting his name raggedly as you beg for his touch.Â
   âSir,â he corrects sternly as he stares at you with dark eyes in warning.
   âSir,â you apologize with a meek voice.
   He chuckles and drags his finger higher, teasing around your drenched folds as he hikes one leg over his shoulder, your other folding around his back.Â
   âNow, I want you to look up and watch, can you do that?â he asks as you tilt your head and swallow a gasp as you stare into the reflection of you and Marcus in between the sheets that will soon be soaked.
   âWant you to see what belongs to me, what I own,â he growls dominantly as he sinks down to his elbows and breathes in your musk deeply as your pussy shutters at just the feel of his hot breath.
   You groan in waiting, and then his mouth is on you in a flash. He licks a thick stripe up your center as your wrists tug at the golden clasps, your fingernails digging into your skin as you moan in pure ecstasy when his tongue circles meticulously around your puffy clit.Â
   âOh, yeah,â you whine as the feel of his thick fingers curl up inside you, reaching that sweet spongy spot that makes you dizzy every single time.
   He chuckles as he pulls you down further, your bound wrists biting into the cords as he swirls his tongue exceptionally fast, groaning at the taste of you as his messy curls fall against your thighs. You want to reach down and lace your fingers into those beautiful locks, want to hear him groan as your nails dig deep into his scalp as you moan his name around the spacious chambers of his living quarters, but youâll work with this for now, until he says otherwise.Â
   He pulls your bundle of nerves into his warm mouth, sucking and teasing as he looks up from under hooded eyes and stares at you playfully with his pupils expanding into dark pits the more he feasts on you.Â
   You buck into his mouth as his fingers plunge in and out of you, creating the most obscene wet noises that reverberate off the marble walls. He releases your buzzing clit with a pop, licking the slick from his lips as he groans at the sweet taste of you.
   âThis is exactly what I needed, Starlight. Needed to drink you down, taste the savory flavor of this sweet pussy, needed to drown in you,â he pants as he dives back in, licking and sucking and fucking two thick fingers inside your dripping hole until you start to see black dots flick across your vision.
   âYes, come for me, Starlight,â he purrs, his gravelly voice melting your insides into warm lava as you snap and let the white hot heat take control.
   You throw your head back into the plush pillow and let your moans fill the room as you clench around his thick fingers and release everything you have to give him.
   âJust like that, Starlight. Fuck, yes,â he growls as he licks you clean, lapping up all the slick until youâre completely spent off the way he just demolished you.
   You feel his broad body climb over yours, carefully untying you from the headboard as your arms fall slack to your sides. You feel as if every wave of ecstasy just crashed into you, the high tides pulling you out to sea as you agreeably follow the darkness. Marcus pulls you out of the lapping waves and carries you back to shore where itâs safe and warm by his side.
   âCome here, Starlight. Just lay back and take the pleasure,â he purrs as he glides his massive cock into your slippery folds, spreading you wide as he starts to rock his hips back and forth, feeding himself inside you as your walls clench up around him.Â
   You lay back into the dampening sheets as his body presses you deeper into the mattress, his hands tangled in your hair, your own legs wrapped tight around his broad back as you moan with every stroke of his cock. You feel the pressure inside you coiling tight, feeling as if youâll come undone again at any second. This is what you love, what you revel in, what you need most in this world. Itâs him.Â
   You lay sprawled in the damp sheets, bodies tangled together like magnets colliding as you stare up into the wide mirror, the motions of his broad body reflecting in your wide eyes as you take the pleasure again and again.
   âMarcus,â you cry out, pleading for him, begging him not to stop as you watch him take you harder, your nails dragging down his back with every deep thrust he gives you as he kisses the back of your cervix repeatedly.Â
   âYeah, feels good, doesnât it, Starlight?â he coos against the shell of your ear as he traces his lips up up up until heâs hovering straight over your lips, his mouth teasing as he nips at your bottom lip.
   âMarcus,â you repeat, your heart straining for him to kiss you.
   Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me. Itâs all you want, all you need. Like air to fill your lungs, heâs all it takes.
   It takes him less than two seconds to collapse his lips onto yours like heâs as desperate for air as you, like he might die if he doesnât fill the space between the two of you. You moan into his mouth, tasting salt and sunlight crash against your taste buds as his tongue licks inside your panting mouth. He groans into the kiss, tangling his large tongue with yours as you chase him and let him swallow you down like itâs his last night to live.
    He deepens the kiss, pulling you flush to his chest as he turns you around while still inside you, landing on his back as he laces his fingers through your locks, moaning your name with every lick and every taste he takes from you. Itâs like the gods have blessed you, bringing you this man, this mountain of a man that feeds your every need. And gods, you donât think you will ever get enough of him.
   He disconnects from your swollen lips, resting his sweat covered forehead on yours as he concentrates on his swift strokes inside you, planting his hands firmly on your hips as he takes you for the ride of your life. âYeah, thatâs it, Starlight, Youâre almost there, I can feel how much youâre squeezing. Let it out, let me feel it,â he growls through clenched teeth, trying not to fall apart before you do.
   He speeds up his thrusts, filling you fuller than anyone else has before, rutting into you at just the right angle where you can feel him start to uncoil all your tethered connections as your body slackens against his hold on you.Â
   One more hard, long thrust and youâre done. âMarcusssss,â you moan, feeling the heat slide down and spill over his entirety as you fall flush into his strong chest. He takes initiative and thrusts deeper, much harder than before, desperate to chase his own release.
   He threads his brows together and groans your name quietly, his lips lingering over the shell of your ear as he takes three more breaths and then spills ropes of hot white cum inside your sticky core.Â
   You moan together in ecstasy, bodies entwined as he empties his seed inside you, chests heaving with exhaustion as he carefully pulls out from inside you and collapses on the bed with a thud, your body slack against his as the damp, dirty sheets shift around your naked bodies.Â
   After a few seconds of ragged breaths, he pulls your back flush against his sweaty chest and drapes an arm around you, holding you close as you let the sun slowly slip behind dark clouds that paint the sky violet colors.
   âYou need a bath,â you giggle as you lace your fingers through his.
   âSo do you,â he chuckles, nuzzling into the crook of your neck with a huff. âJust let me lay here a few more minutes. Iâm exhausted,â he murmurs as he pulls you as close as humanly possible to his warm chest. You cozy up to him and sigh, relaxing into his warm touch, reveling in this soft moment that seems more rare than nights you get him all to yourself.Â
   The room is sweltering, his scent clinging to every part of your body as you bathe in the smell of sweat, dirt, spice, and something that smells a lot just like him. Heâs like your very own glass of fine wine, the perfect combination of class and just downright filth. Heâs just⊠perfect. Perfect for you, the only man you truly want. And maybe thatâs because youâre in love with him. Maybe thatâs why you cling to him as much as you can, afraid heâll be taken from you at a momentâs notice.
   You canât lie to yourself, youâre absolutely terrified each time he steps into that arena, knowing the emperor wouldnât even bat an eyelash if a man slaughtered him to shreds. You fidget against the damp sheets, cringing at the thought of blood filling his lungs, his body parts pulled apart by barbarians as he takes his last breath and slips into the dark abyss.Â
   You clamp your eyes shut, thinking of Mina dragging him off to get married, thinking of him choosing another woman over you once heâs offered to cut ties in the arena if he marries someone with a higher title. You tremble at the thought of him leaving you all alone, like you never meant anything to him, like you were just a ragdoll for him to control whenever he wanted, like you donât mean a damn thing other than knowing youâll always be there at his command when he wants to blow some steam off from the arena.Â
   You fight the uncontrollable tears that lick the backs of your eyes, plead to not break down in front of him, beg the gods to have some mercy on your soul if you were about to lose this man. You canât lose him; you wonât lose him, unless he walks away and tells you to stay like a helpless dog losing their only person they know will take care of them.
   You canât stand it, canât hold in the emotions any longer, so you let them flow, feeling the tears like icy shards spilling down your burning cheeks.
   âHey, hey, hey. Are you crying?â he asks with alarm in his deep, gravelly voice.
   âNo,â you croak out as another tear falls like raindrops on the bed.Â
   âHey now, talk to me. Tell me whatâs wrong,â he pushes softly, turning you around till youâre facing his direction, concern laced in his soft brown eyes.
   You stare at him with sad eyes, nervously twisting your fingers in the silky sheets that are now covered in grime and sweat. You canât tell him youâre scared to lose him, you just⊠canât.
   âStarlight, talk to me. Tell me what it is.â His fingertips brush off a falling tear, and you shake your head slowly.Â
   âItâs nothingâŠâ
   He cups your chin and tilts your head up to where your eyes are aligned with his, and in those eyes swims the most sincere gaze heâs ever given you in his entire life. âItâs not nothing if itâs making you cry. Now talk to me. Iâm right here.â
   His fingertips feel like velvet dragging across your cheek, soft brown eyes weighing into yours as he gives you his full attention. And itâs no use now hiding your feelings; you need to just clear the air and get it off your chest.
   You take a deep breath and focus before you choke your words out. âIâm scared, Marcus.â
   âScared of what?â he asks, furrowing his eyebrows as he hears you out.
   âOf losing youâŠâ
   He sighs and runs his thumb gently down your jawline, stroking it up and down as the soothing feeling seems to settle your nerves. âOh, Starlight. Youâre never going to lose me.â
   You swallow the thick lump in your throat, holding back tears as you shake your head. âI could lose you any day in that arena. The things they put you through, the people you have to kill, the absolute horror you have to go through just to stay alive!âÂ
   His eyes go wide, but he lets you continue. âI donât want to watch you die, Marcus! I donât want them to keep feeding you to the wolves like youâre some kind of mindless entertainment for the city of Rome!â
   He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, slowly opening them back up as he cups the back of your neck. âI know, baby. I knowâŠâ
   Baby? Thatâs newâŠ.
   âJust trust me that I know what Iâm doing, and that Iâll fight like hell to win my freedom back,â he sighs, his eyes glistening with a look like pain etched in the crevices of those golden brown irises. Â
   âWhat if your freedom meant taking a wife, marrying someone with a titleâŠâ you whisper, barely able to lock eyes as he scrunches his forehead together.
   âWhat?â he asks with lines mapped against his tanned skin, considering your ridiculous question. âWhat do you mean take a wife with a title?â
   âSomeone like Mina,â you murmur quietly.
   âMina?â he asks with wide eyes.
   âSheâs been obsessed with you ever since you first stepped into that arena. The way she looks at you⊠she could have you with a snap of her fingers if only she asked her father. And Marcus, I donât wantâŠâ
   âWhoa there, slow down. Mina? Where is all this coming from? I have no interest in Mina.â
   You gulp, eyes dropping to the twisted sheets as you feel your heart stutter in your chest. âI overhear her all the time. The way she swoons over you, the way she dreams that one day youâll notice her in the arena. And then⊠and what if you want to get married? Not even to her, but to someone with money, a title, someone royal, maybe someone thatâll get you out of here quicker? What if youâŠâ
   You close your eyes tight, afraid youâve spoken too much, afraid youâve ruined everything as you lay in a heap with your heart pounding in your chest like a ticking time bomb. âI wouldnât blame you if you did that, if you saved yourself from the brink of death. But I⊠I donât know what I would do if I lost you, too. If you were to choose someone elseâŠâ
   You let the tears collect in your eyes, feel them slipping down your face as you try your best not to throw anything else frantic and chaotic into the stormy clouds above Rome. Youâve already said too much, too fast. You werenât supposed to say anything.
   He lifts his head and stares at you, wordlessly assessing your fragile features as his eyes turn a soft brown, eyebrows knitting together as his eyes become glossy like yours. âStarlight, no. I donât want Mina, I never did. And I would never ever leave you for someone else, even if it got me out of that pit faster. The only woman I want to see is you. If I havenât made that clear before, Iâm sorry. But⊠baby, you belong to me. Youâre mine.â
   âIâm⊠yours?â you ask carefully, your tears spilling over the edges uncontrollably as you cling to his chest.
   âOf course youâre mine, Starlight. Youâve been mine since the first day I locked eyes on your beautiful face,â he whispers, curling a lock of hair behind your ear as you breathe in deep, surrounding yourself in the very essence of him as he tells you exactly how heâs felt the whole time this has been going on. âIâve been yours longer than you know.â
   You whimper out a sigh, threading your fingers through his tousled hair as you stare into starry brown eyes that youâd really like to slip in and stay for all eternity. âReally?â you ask with wonder in your eyes.
   âReally,â he nods. âDo you know why I call you Starlight?â
   âNo,â you whisper quietly, shaking your head as a fresh tear streams down your skin. He catches it with his thumb and caresses your cheek gently as his calloused fingers soothe your cloudy thoughts.Â
   âBecause youâre the brightest thing I see every single time I step into that arena. The only thing that keeps me fighting week after week in that bloodbath is you, so I can get back to you.â
   His answer leaves you completely breathless as you suck in warm air, your body still as you look longingly at the man that starts devastating wildfires in your heart.
   âMe?â you ask in a shaky breath.
   âYou,â he nods with a smile. âThe very first time I stepped into the arena, the first thing that crossed my vision was your eyes. Those beautiful, sparkling eyes were the only thing I focused on, the only thing that kept me from losing myself on that battlefield was you.â
   You gasp, his deep words taking the breath from your lungs as he confesses about the first time he noticed you, saw you, really, truly saw you. You werenât invisible to him. You were never invisible. âMarcusâŠâ you say shakily as he strokes your jawline lovingly. âBut⊠I⊠Iâm just a simple woman. I have no titles, no money to my name, no prospects. Iâm just⊠me,â you state slowly.
   He sighs, cupping his hand around the back of your head as his fingers lazily stroke through your strands gently. âI donât care, Starlight. I donât care about money or titles or really anything about an important name. What's life of riches and freedom if I canât have you?âÂ
   You swear your heart blooms like lush roses in your chest as you hear those words repeat again and again in your mind. He wants you, he wants you.
   âI want you,â he repeats, as if he can hear the sounds of doubt play in your mind like a music box that wonât stop spinning.Â
   He cups both sides of your face and looks at you with pure intent in his glossy brown eyes. âI want you every day, every minute, every second, and I burn for you in that arena,â he promises as his lips graze over yours delicately. âIâve wanted you from the moment I saw you sitting in the audience all wide-eyed and beautiful. And I want you even more now that I have you, want you by my side every minute of every day because I canât stand the thought of losing you. And Iâll fight like hell to earn my freedom back because I love you.â
   He loves you.
   âMarcus, IâŠâÂ
   He crashes his lips against yours, a hot, needy, yearning kiss that nearly sends you soaring into the night sky as his lips surge like fire through your very veins. Itâs soft like snow, kissing at your eyelashes as you let him pull you flush to his chest, needing to be as close as possible as love burns through your bodies, connecting them together as if this is the very first time you both ache to collide together.Â
   âI love you, Marcus,â you whisper against his lips.
   He pulls you on top of his chest and sinks his mouth down on yours, slowly slotting his tongue in your mouth, drawing lazily circles as he drinks you down as you allow him to take all of you. Whatever he wants, whatever he needs from you he has. He tastes like the stars that shimmer in the sky, and youâll be his entire galaxy, his Starlight thatâll guide him off the battlefield of the arena and back into your arms where heâs safe from harm.
   When he disconnects from your mouth, he stares at you, his soft brown eyes shimmering up at you as he runs his calloused fingers tenderly through your hair. âYouâre mine, Starlight.â
   âIâm yours,â you repeat, smiling down at him as he brushes his lips against your forehead, kissing you with love written all over his touch as he pulls you up from the bed.Â
   âCome on, my love. Letâs go take a bath,â he says softly as he picks you up and carries you to the bathing chamber, his strong arms cradling you against his warm chest as he places a lasting kiss to your forehead.Â
   All your worries are shed, all false pretenses are gone, everything you were mourning over is suddenly lifted off your shoulders as they fly away into the night sky. This man is yours, and heâs never ever planning on letting you go.Â
   Starlight shines brighter than any Roman Empire games, and youâre his guiding light back home.
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Soshiro Hoshina x gn!reader
Your kind-hearted captain has taken it upon herself to stoke the flames of love between you and Soshiro!
Warnings: none
Captain Mina Ashiro may act aloof, but she wasnât blind. Anyone in the Third Division could see that you and Soshiro were the perfect match for each other. If neither of you were going to make the first move, it was only right that she, as your trusted leader, guided you in the right direction. Only, of course, after assessing the situation to make sure you two really did like one another.
*Click*
Her phone captured a snapshot of you at lunch one day, laughing at something Kafka had said. Your head was thrown back and your eyes were creased with joyâyou looked positively radiant. Mina made her way to Soshiroâs office, eager to begin her investigation.
âCaptain,â Soshiro saluted, âto what do i owe the pleasure?â
âJust stopping by. Checking on the status of your report from last week.â
âItâs almost done. Iâve been hard at work,â Soshiro grinned, sticking his pointer fingers out.
Heâs in a pleasant mood. Letâs see if that changes.
âGood. I also came to show you a new picture of Bakko from the other day.â
It was a plausible excuse; Soshiro was a fan of cats as well and Mina was known for subjecting her friends and subordinates to monologues about how cute Bakko was. The vice captain was now standing by her side, peering over her shoulder at the phone in her hand.
âHere it isâoops! Wrong picture.â
Your picture was the one currently being displayed and from her peripheral vision, she saw Soshiro gulp ever so slightly, his eyes opened a bit wider. She was in no hurry, taking her time to slide her finger over the screen to the âcorrectâ photo.
âSorry about that. It was a cute photo, though, wasnât it? Didnât y/n look nice?â
âHuh? Yeah. I mean, sure,â he mumbled, the tips of his ears a rosy hue.
Now for the real test.
âIâd never seen her laugh so hard, but I guess thatâs what happens when youâre around Kafka, right?â
There was an immediate shift of mood in the room, tension filling the open space like a dam had burst. Soshiro had gone from blushing to bloodthirsty in a millisecond and Mina was thankful sheâd been blessed with a poker face or else sheâd be bursting in laughter at his very apparent jealousy.
âIf youâll excuse me, Captain, I should finish this report.â
Soshiro saluted her again before sitting at his desk and Mina took her leave.
Well, that was informative.
Now she knew that Soshiro definitely harbored a crush for you and a hatred for Hibino. As she walked down the empty hallway, she let a small smile grace her lips.
She loved love.
Mina did the exact same experiment to you a few days later. As a fellow cat enthusiast, you were very excited at the prospect of seeing new Bakko content, quickly taking a seat next to your captain. This time around, she had managed to take an extremely flattering picture of Soshiro during training. He was standing outside, slightly flushed from the previous physical exertion, with one hand on his hip and the other pushing his hair out of his face.
Maybe if I ever retire Iâll become a photographer.
ââŠand thereâs Bakko-oops. Not this.â
Your mouth was partially agape and she spied how you couldnât tear your gaze away from the man on the screen. His tight fitting shirt hugged every curve of every muscle. His physique and pose were reminiscent of a model youâd see on a billboard in downtown Tokyo or on a runway in Paris.
âT-thatâs a great picture you got of Vice Captain,â you breathed out in awe. âHe looks so⊠hot.â
âIf youâre into that sort of look, sure,â she answered.
âI definitely am,â you said dreamily, clearing your throat with embarrassment when you realized you said that out loud. âI mean, yeah. If someone was⊠hypothetically, like⊠into that sort of⊠thing.â
Mission 100% accomplished; theyâre very much into each other.
Next up was the hard part of figuring out how to get confessions from the two of you without meddling too much. Thatâs why she was hoping todayâs training, with you being partnered with Kafka, would be enough to stir up those same feelings and visceral reactions you both had while looking at the photos of each other not that long ago. So far, it was working splendidly. Kafka would say or do something ridiculous, causing you to howl with laughter and Soshiro to shoot Kafka a burning glare that could rival the intensity of a wildfire. Meanwhile, Soshiro would take his frustration out on the sparring training dummies, in turn leaving you dumbstruck at the way he moved so majestically and remained the most handsome man on earth, even in a state of sweaty exhaustion. When training was finally over, Mina couldnât slow the buildup of anticipation deep inside her, eager to see the lovebirds admit their feelings, or at the very least, converse with each other. Neither of those things happened; you and Soshiro didnât even exchange eye contact before going your separate ways.
Mina frowned. Didnât she plant the seeds of attraction, water the foundations of a relationship, nurture the-
Looking back, I guess I didnât do all that much.
âL/n.â
You turned around immediately at the sound of your captainâs voice, saluting as the dark haired woman approached you. You had just finished showering after a grueling day of exercise and were on your way to your room to get some much needed rest
âCome with me, please.â
âRight now?â you asked incredulously, eyes raking over the cat pajamas you were sporting. âShould I change into my uniform really quick?â
âNo need,â she replied, âitâll only be a moment:â
âAlright then.â
You were thoroughly confused but who were you to question your captain? You followed behind her dutifully, like a child following their mother to the kitchen for a glass of warm milk after a nightmare. Your eyebrows knit in confusion as she brought you into Soshiroâs office. He, too, had just showered, but he had changed into a fresh tracksuit, presumably because he never stopped working.
âCaptain! What can I do for⊠you?â Soshiro faltered when he saw you peek out from behind Mina.
âIâm horribly underdressed for whateverâs happening. I sincerely apologize,â you said, bowing your head as to not meet his eyes. You werenât that far below Soshiroâs rank, being a Platoon Leader, but you didnât want your superior seeing you in such a state of disarray with your wet hair and casual attire in the office. Soshiro, on the other hand, didnât seem to mind at all.
âY/n! I didnât see you back there at first. I like your pajamas, cats are always a good choice.â His fanged smile brought you a sense of comfort,
âThank you.â
You two wouldâve gotten lost in each otherâs eyes if it werenât for Mina reminding you she was still there.
âLet me explain whatâs going on. Y/n, Soshiro likes you. Soshiro, y/n likes you.â
It was so silent you could hear a pin drop from across the base. You and Soshiro broke eye contact at breakneck speed, becoming self conscious and wary.
Mina was confused. Weird. Arenât they supposed to kiss or something, like how it happens in books?
âIâll leave you to it. Good night.â
Mina practically ran out of Soshiroâs office, getting hit with a whole slew of mixed emotions as she made her way to her own office. Was she wrong for getting involved in her subordinatesâ love lives? Did she somehow misread the signals you both were giving off? Was her conclusion incorrect, leading her to be labeled a fool, unfit for a leadership position? She fretted all night thinking about the lack of response you and Soshiro had about the great news. The next morning, as she got ready, she thought of all the ways she could explain her behavior and hoped this situation wouldnât lead to her getting fired (worst case scenario) or you and Soshiro feeling awkward around each other (bad case scenario). You two worked extremely well together, neutralizing kaiju with just glances and nods, no words needed, and sheâd never forgive herself for ruining such a good team.
Mina fiddled with her jacket one last time before lifting her chin up and making the trek to her office to start the day. To her surprise, the door was ajar, you and Soshiro apparently waiting for her arrival.
Goodbye Third Division, hello HRâŠ
âCaptain,â you began, âSoshiro and I really appreciate what you were trying to do for us, but-â
âI overstepped my boundary,â she cut in. âIâm ashamed that I let my self control slip and I put my subordinates, the people in my care, in an uncomfortable position. I donât know if I can ever regain your trust again, but I swear that I-â
âCaptain.â
This time it was Soshiro who spoke out of turn. âMy deepest apologies for interrupting you, but you donât need to be sorry. Your intuition was correctây/n and I do like each other.â
Mins couldâve cried tears of happiness hearing that, especially knowing that her job wasnât at stake anymore, but her joy was turned to confusion when she noticed you and Soshiro share a glance, making a wordless agreement, and then both reaching into your shirtsâŠ?
She watched with curious eyes as a chain entered your grasp, previously hidden from view under your shirt, a small ring hanging down from it. Soshiro did the same, a matching ring gleaming under the fluorescent lights. It was then that the inquisitive, intelligent, intuitive captain made the connectionâ
âSoshiro and I are married,â you said, sheepishly glancing over at your husband. Now it was Minaâs turn to be deadly silent. However, you could tell she wasnât upset, she was busy comprehending everything that was revealed to her.
âWe didnât tell anyone,â explained Soshiro, âbecause we didnât want it to become an issue at work. In retrospect, we couldâve hidden it a bit better.â
He scoffed and folded his arms across his chest. âThough Kafka doesnât ever seem to get the hint.â
âBut we know we can trust you with our lives and we shouldâve at least told you. Iâm sorry for lying to you, Captain Ashiro,â you said, your head hanging low.
Thatâs when you heard the strangest sound.
Captain Mina Ashiro⊠was laughing?
âThis was an interesting turn of events,â she eventually said, catching her breath. âIt turns out I was correct, but not in the way I thought.â
She strutted over to her desk, sitting down and starting the computer. âIf thatâs all you had to report, then youâre dismissed. Itâs time to go to work.â
She looked up one last time, quirking an eyebrow. âOr are you on your honeymoon?â
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ULTRAMINE ~ CHAPTER 1
kenji sato x reader
summary: you are professor sato's student and mina contacts you when kenji finds himself with an injured kaiju baby
pairings: kenji sato x fem!student!reader
author's note: turning this into a series (?) may not follow the movie's timeline completely. future smut, so minors DNI.
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you stood beside professor sato in the tube lift as it descended to kenji's basement.
you fiddled with the ends of your shirt, anxiety beginning to spiral within you by the second.
being at kenjiâ house was something you never imagined would happen, especially after your not-so-smart first date.Â
like kenji, you also had a legacy to bear, with your father as an expert mechanic, he built a titanium-alloyed suit with sato to fight by his side. and with him gone, you had to take on the mantle and the responsibility of protecting the city.
kenji knew you as his fatherâs student, slightly bitter that his father was spending time with someone who was not him.
but he couldnât deny, you were a sight for sore eyes.
he would throw his words at you now and then, relishing in your sarcasm and remarks, falling more and more for your fiery demeanour and silver tongue.
and with you both fighting kaiju attacks together, it only pulled you closer to each other.
the baseball player won a bet against you, asking for just one date with you.Â
you were skeptical about it, not wanting to get tangled in his spider web of messy celebrity life. but you couldnât back off from the bet. a deal was a deal.
the date went surprisingly well, with you and kenji bickering back and forth about the most mundane things, just to get a rise out of the other. but as time went by, the sexual tension was increasing between you two.
you couldnât deny it, no matter how much he annoyed you with his bratty charm. he was hot.Â
the date was supposed to end with him dropping you in your place, but instead, you found yourself in his arms in the back of his car- naked, needy, and moaning his name like a prayer.
after that, he took you into your apartment and fucked you good, mumbling praises and promises as he drilled into you. the next morning, he left before you woke up, leaving a note saying that last night was fun.Â
no calls or messages after that. he merely acknowledged your presence after that.and you were thankful for it. a bit.
part of you wished he would reach out and check in on you after that night. but you knew he wouldnât.
it made you feel used and unwanted. took you quite a while to get over it, but you eventually did.Â
you only took care of the fights he didnât pay mind to. like the kaiju attack he ditched when the kdf intervened.
and now with the doom of meeting him again, your nerves were on end.
âfret not, dear,â professor sato glanced at your tensed state, âit will be alright.â
"professor, um, you still haven't told me why weâre at your sonâs place. or what we're gonna do. or why you needed me out of all people-â
"i just need you to trust me on this, dear. you're the only one i do at this moment. can you do that for me?"
"you know i'm big on trust, professor, " i commented, shaking my head.
the lift stopped, and professor smiled, "that i do,"Â
when the lift doors opened, ultramnâs face was right on, big glowing eyes.
you took a step back with a yelp, âwhat the-"
"oh my-" ultraman gasped, ây/n⊠hi,â he seemed to be dazed, breathless.
you nodded nervously, glaring at his metal head and glowing eyes, glad that you didn't have to look at his handsome face, âhi,â
âdad! what is she doing here?â kenji hollered, as if you were invisible.
you glared at him even harder, tilting your head to the side at his tone.
"i apologize for my son," professor told you, "kenji, this is my assistant and she knows best about kaiju infants,"
i added, "because i've studied about them.my entire life. what they eat, their life cycle, the metamorph-"
"okay, okay, got it yeah," he waved you off in a hurry, his voice laced with impatience and worry.
you were about to snap when a pained squeal rang out and you leaned past him to sneak a peak, but ultraman obscured your view.
âdad, iâm not asking for pain, complaints, guilt, or criticism. not right now. i just-â he paused, struggling, âi need your help. both of you,â his head turned to you.
when he moved out of the way, you saw it, a gasp escaping your lips .
a baby kaiju lying on its back in the middle of the room, its head resting on ultramanâs knees while he held it down, rubbing its head. a red beam blinked under its skin, signaling its distress.
"wow," you gaped at the kaiju baby, following after professor sato.
âshe was hurt, dad. we were attacked, i donât know what to do. she got loose. i-i shouldâve been there,â kenji rambled, guilt evident as he beat him up for what happened.
professor sato examined her, running a hand over a scales, âincredible,â
i held out my fist, metal plates slipping over your fingers and crawling up your arm till your elbow. you held out a hand, shooting a scanning bean from your fist to examine.
âyou brought your warsuit?â ultraman asked in wonder. he knew about your identity and was hoping heâd run into you in one of the fights.
âjust in case,â you shrugged, eyes on the anatomy chart you had pulled up in front of you as the holograph blinked on the arm of the kaiju, indicating the site of injury.
meanwhile, professor sato ran a chem analysis of the tranquilizer that had hit her.
"oh, hello mina," you greeted the ai when it floated towards you, âitâs been a long time,â
"indeed," mina responded, "you look well,"
"thanks,"
the kaiju baby whined in pain, squirming. you rested your metal palm on its tummy, easing your way up and down on its body, "shh, hey, hey- it's okay, we're gonna help you, baby, mkay?â you cooed.
the kaiju baby seemed to somewhat calm down at your words, its body still trembling.
âis it a he or she?â you asked, tapping and prodding her arm juncture.
âa she,â mina responded.
"she's beautiful," you looked up at her in awe, âprofessor, i suppose she has fracture. thereâs fluid build-up in her elbow. mina, can u confirm?,â
âyes, she had a mid-humeral fracture with associated hematoma,â mina added.
the kaiju baby cried out again.
âitâs okay, youâre okay,â professor sato uttered softly caressing her arm.
mina was filling in the professor about the analysis of the tranquilizer while you got a closer look at the baby, running your metal hand over her palm.
her fist closed around your hand, the kaiju baby cooing slightly. your heart melted at the action.
âpoor thing. does it hurt too much?â you reached to touch her arm where she got hurt, only for her to squeal in alarm.
âitâs okay,â kenji soothed, âsheâs-â he stammered, looking at you now fully and taking in your appearance and feeling somewhat flustered, âsheâs not gonna hurt you,â
you spared a glance at him, turning away, your face turning red at the mere sound of his voice. pathetic, you scolded yourself.
âcan you synthesize a 100 ccs?â professor sato asked mina.Â
âyes, professor,â
âgood weâll need more,â
 âmore?!â kenji snapped, âfor what?â
âkenji,â âyou may not agree with me on anything else, but right now, iâm the best chance she has. and with y/n, it will be easier. so please, please just let me help,â
kenji glanced at you, agreeing, âokay,â
professor sato held up a ragged bunny in the air. the kaiju baby beamed at it.
âdad,â kenjis sighed in nostalgia, âbunny?â
âit always worked on you,â he placed it on the babyâs arm. he notched his walking stick between her shouler and arm, making sure it was right. i nodded in approval.
i placed my hand on the kaju babyâs palm, âhold her tight, kenji,â
two mechanical arms appeared from the ground, grabbing onto the babyâs arms.
taking a deep breath, you mumbled along with the lullaby mina played in the back and pushed her dislocated bone into place. kenji turned his head away to the side, unable to watch while the kaiju baby screeched in pain.
you sat by the stairs of the containment unit as the kaiju baby slept in it, snuggling a half-crushed car.
you were watching the footage of the kaiju baby loose in the streets, observing its movement, behaviourâ
âhey,â
you slapped your watch shut and looked up at kenji, blinking, âhi,â
your eyes locked for a moment longer adn you both looked away, feeling bashful and flustered.Â
you felt him sit on the stair beside you and rest his elbows on his knees, fiddling with his fingers nervously.
âso, uh, how are ya?â kenji turned to face you, his hair falling all over his forehead.
you bit back the urge to brush them back, âfine. so howâs life being a single mom with two jobs?â you teased, hoping to ease the tension.
kenji gave a small smile, his chest rumbling with a groan, âexhausting,â
âi can tell,â you noticed the fading dark circles under his eyes, the fatigue in the paleness of his skin.
âwatching me that closely, sweetheart?â he tipped his head to the side, leaning forward a bit, his flirty tone showing up.
âyou wish,â you rolled your eyes at him.
âitâs good to see you,â kenji spoke genuinely, âafter the last time we met turned into-â
âoh dear god-â you sputtered, âdonât just donât,â
âwas it that bad?â he seemed offended that you were shutting out that incident so quickly, âwas i that bad?â
âno, no, ken,â i laughed carelessly, missing the way a shy smile crept up kenjiâs face at your sound, âits just that,â you tried to find the right words, âit was amazing, but the days after that, not so much. we-â
â-drifted apart,â kenji completed, understanding now.
"yeah,"
âiâll just,â kenji jabbed his thumb to the couch area and walked towards it, muttering and scolding himself for being so clumsy and flustered around you.
you smiled at his back, watching him sit down. you turned back towards the containment unit, watching the kaiju baby snore away.
you crossed your legs, getting comfortable, "mina?"
"yes?" the ai floated towards you.
"give me everything you have on the kaiju baby. and you might wanna get filled in on the kaiju anatomy and life cycle info i have in my database," you held up your watch for her.
âsure thing,â a mechanical arm took it from you.
"and also, could i get a cup of coffee, with three-,"
a cup was thrust beside your face to hold.Â
you looked up and saw kenji holding one for you, having one for himself, âthree shots of espresso. just how you like it,â
surprised but touched, you accepted it with a kind nod, watching him walk back to his father.
he relaxed back, leaning into the couch and spreading his legs apart shamelessly, one arm resting on the head of the couch.
you lips parted at the sight.
kenji did a double take and caught you staring, a grin quirking his lips as he did so. it only widened as he saw how you fumbled and turned away from him, finding your reaction adorable.
he couldn't believe how captivating you were, and he knew he was in danger of losing himself to your charm.Â
 the way your hair draped over your shoulder, only if he could wrap his fist around them and pull you flush against his back-
âpure thoughts, ken. pure thoughts,â he chided himself, his mind struggling to process the mental image it created.
he silently chastised himself for letting you slip through his fingers last time, but he knew that he couldn't ignore you any longer.Â
as he looked at you, he felt his heart skip a beat and he couldn't help but sigh, "sweetheart..." knowing that you were too tempting for him to resist this time.
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Fake Dating // Bakugou
a/n: hi all, i am back from the dead with this shit that took me DAYS to finish bc my brain is def not used to writing anymore. pls enjoy and maybe keep a look out for PART 2 if people want it !
You stare at your phone in disbelief. The audacity he had to tell you where to go, how to dress, and to essentially perform in front of everyone for him. Of course this was a mutually beneficial agreement, but at least you only dragged him along to your family functions sparingly.
You two had come to this agreement early last Winter when family members kept pestering you about potentially finding a love interest at your new University, and for him when he couldn't shake off all of the romantic confessions from the students in the other classes.
No one else knew about your arrangement. What made it so much more unbearable was the fact that you shared the same cohort and friend group, so it was a constant facade whenever you're in each other's presence with the others around.
You felt a bit awkward coming to the party alone, and a few hours late. You could hear the bass thumping through the door from the front yard, and from the looks of it, there were far more people than you expected, but on the bright side, it'll be easier to be invisible within the crowd than have to hold up this facade all night.
You approached the front to see Jirou catching a breath of fresh air. She had a drink in one hand and her other interlocked with Momo's
"Are you guys already tapping out?" You asked, taking the steps up the porch.
"Y/N!! For a second I thought you weren't going to make it!" Jirou says, releasing Momo from her grasp and giving you a big hug. "I'm so happy you're here."
"Can't blame me for always being fashionably lateâ You embrace her back.
"Better now than never." She drunkenly chuckles âBakugoâs been a moody bitch all night please go contain himâ
âAre we surprised?â You roll your eyes and laugh. âWhere are you two off to?â
"I'm gonna take Momo out for some air and to maybe vomit, but go inside and I'll find you later!"
âI love you Y/N!! Take a shot for me!!â Momo slurs and blows you a kiss as Jirou drags her away.
"I love you too, Mo! I'll catch you guys inside."
Once you stepped foot inside, it felt like the air from your lungs were instantly replaced with the thick fog of weed and cigarette smoke. It was suffocating, but all too familiar at the same time. You recognized many of the faces around from campus, but none of which were your close friends.
Before anything else, you decided to stop by the kitchen to pour yourself something to drink. To be honest, you weren't picky with your liquor. As long as it did its job, you weren't going to complain. You grabbed a red solo cup off of the stack and poured in a shot and some change worth of cheap vodka.
Mina has to have some red bull somewhere around hereâŠ
You quickly down it and refill another cup to carry around while you look for your ball and chain, Katsuki. You wander around the crowd for a few moments, waiting for someone you knew to catch your attention, but no one did. You decide to take a break to lean against a wall and to send Katsuki a text to see where he was hiding. Before you could even get your phone unlocked, you received a notification from him.
After he sent the last message, you looked up and searched for his meeting eyes. He said he was looking right at you, but for some reason you couldn't find those fiery eyes.
âLooking for someone?â A low voice breaks you from your search.
You turn to see Katsuki leaning up against the wall right beside you, almost shoulder to shoulder.
âHmmm yeah I am, actually. Have you seen my boyfriend?â You turn to him fully. âHeâs tall, messy blonde hair, kind of has a stupid look to his face, really hot though, trust me, and also like a medium build?â
You catch a glimpse of the smallest smirk on his face.
âYeah? Well Iâll be sure to keep a lookout for him. In the meantime though, can you keep an eye out for my girlfriend? Angel faced, toothy smile, obnoxious ass laugh though, like if you hear honking, it's probably them.â He retaliates.
You both stare at each other in silence before you break character and playfully punch him in the arm. âShut up, idiot. I don't honk.â
âYou do. Like a goose.â
"You're so good at this flirting thing, Katsuki. Keep it up." You say sarcastically.
"It is my job, after all."
He stealthily wraps his arms around your shoulder, bringing himself in closer to you. He damn near was caging you in against the wall, blocking out the rest of the party with his back.
âSo what's the game plan for tonight?â You peered up at his towering figure.
âHang out for a couple hours, do all that lovey bullshit and then Iâll take you home. Don't get too messy tonight either. Iâm not trying to babysit.â
âWorry about yourself, lightweight.â You roll your eyes.
âAnd is this straight vodka?" He looks into your cup with disgust. "Are you mentally ill?"
âI couldn't find the red bull.â You shrug.
âSo it's either that or straight vodka?â
âYeah and? You have a problem with that?â
âYeah I actually do. It's fucking insan-â He starts.
âBakugou!â A voice interrupts behind him. âThere you are!â
You two lock eyes for a brief second. Just when you were actually starting to enjoy yourself with annoying Katsuki, you remember that you were only here for one reason. Katsuki's jaw clenched as he turned over to lean back against the wall beside you.
âOh. Y/N youâre here too.â They say in a deflated tone. âI was just wondering if you could give us a second to chat?â They bat their eyelashes.
âI'm not in the mood to chat.â He says, pulling you closer by the waist.
âWeâre actually about to go meet up with the others. Catch him next time.â You smile sweetly, interlocking your fingers with his and dragging him towards the backyard.
To your surprise, your friends were actually all there surrounding the firepit.
Denki was the first to spot you. He gasps and jumps up from his seat.
"You're here!" He nearly trips over his own feet trying to get over to you. He pulls you in a big hug, sweeping you off your feet. "Oh my god Y/N I missed you so much I could cry right now."
He was clearly a drink or two over his limit. His cheeks were bright red and he was already starting to sweat through his shirt.
âI missed you too, Denks.â You let yourself get twirled around by him.
âFinally you're back, Iâm tired of holding onto your nasty drink.â Kirishima says, passing a red solo cup to Katsuki once he sat down.
You tried to take the empty seat next to him, but he immediately grabbed your wrist to pull you to share his chair. Your eyes widen at his own, as if you could telepathically curse him out. You clench your jaw as you feel a hot flash across your face.
âItâs cold. Stay close.â He simply says.
You nervously chuckle. âThere's a fire right there, babe.â
âDo it for me then.â He smirks.
You silently groan to yourself as you lean back into his chest in defeat. Luckily, the chair had enough width to allow you to not have to fully sit on his lap, moreso just a leg slung over his own.
âTry this.â He lifts the solo cup to your lips.
You peer down at the dark red liquid in his cup. The smell burnt your nose. You shot him a weary glance before you downed his concoction, having to pinch your nose right after to subdue the burn. The shock of spicy and tangy residue left your throat burning with every inhale.
"What the fuck is that?" You choke out, continuing to pinch your nose.
"Fireball, lemon juice, and OJ." He smiled mischievously. "Thoughts?"
"The nerve you have to comment on my drink after sipping on this bullshit all night? It tastes like piss.â
He shrugs, wearing a lazy smile as he grips the softness of your inner thigh, with his other arm wrapped around your shoulder, fiddling with a lock of your hair.
You were internally screaming. Usually, there would be a hand holding or an arm around the waist or shoulder, but he was never this touchy whenever you had to act like a couple in front of your friends or even in front of the people trying to get at him.
You look around the firepit to see that all of your friends were in loud conversation with one another- laughing, arguing, and definitely not paying you two any attention.
âWhat are you doing?â You say low enough that only he could hear. âYou're like, all up in my shit."
â5 oâclock, babe.â He simply says.
You slightly turn your head to your right to see the person from earlier, trying to not-so-obviously stare at you both.
âTryna give them a show or something? You roll your eyes.
âOnly if you'd let me.â He whispers.
You felt a chill crawl up your spine. God he's being gross. But you liked it. When you first made your little arrangement, you swore to yourself to not to catch any type of feelings for him, but the more time you spent charading around as a couple, the deeper you fell into this infatuation despite how hard you fought against it or played it off as a part of the bit.
âDonât kill me, okay?â You whisper, meeting his eyes and forcing a smile.
You turned your head to fullyface his own and leaned in. Both of you were caught by surprise- his eyes widening right before you made contact. You two had never crossed this line before, let alone talked about it. It was only ever the unspoken rule of âdon't catch feelingsâ and âno couple shit when weâre alone.â
His lips were soft and swollen as if he spent the last hour biting down on them. Once your lips crashed into his, it felt like your stomach was turning inside out, and a fire lit within.
It's fine, it's for show. Itâs fine, you agreed to this. Itâs fine, itâs not real.
You were fucked. You hated him, but you liked him. Maybe it was more than like. Maybe like isn't even the right word at all, but all you knew was that you needed to stop and take a second to reevaluate what you were doing with Katsuki.
In reality, the kiss lasted no more than 10 seconds, but it felt like you had fallen into the fire pit and laid in it for hours. Your body was on fire.
Once you broke away, you two stared at each other blankly, blinking away the realization of what had just happened. You didn't know whether to laugh and slap him on the shoulder, or start crying.
âI-I'm gonna go get another drink!â You suddenly exclaim, getting up and leaving him in his chair.
I'm so FUCKED.
You quickly snake your way through the large crowd that had filtered their way to the backyard. You stop by the kitchen to pour yourself a heaping cup of whatever liquor bottle was closest to you, down a large gulp, and take the rest with you to the bathroom.
Your head was starting to feel a bit hazy from the mix of second hand smoke as well as your drinks from earlier starting to settle in your stomach. Did you even eat anything before drinking like this? You weren't really expecting to have anything more than one drink, but after your kiss with Katsuki, you suddenly feel the need to forget it all.
You were sitting up against the bathtub, wallowing in your complicated mass of feelings, and now fully intoxicated. You let your head rest on top of your knees while you replayed every single interaction you've had with him tonight.
Your phone started buzzing on the floor next to you. You opened the screen, eyes squinting to adjust to the brightness.
Of course it was Katsuki.
You sat and stared at your feet for a few minutes until you heard pounding on the door. Judging from the force of it, it was either a fucking SWAT team or Katsuki.
You grab a hold of the side of the bathtub to hoist yourself up, stumbling a bit while doing so and unlocked the door. Of course behind it was the latter.
He lets himself in and shuts the door behind him, leaning back on it.
You were wildly embarrassed for a multitude of things. You were on the verge of messy drunk, your face was stupidly hot and flushed, you kissed your fake boyfriend and ran away, you're swallowing down your feelings, and now here he is to reprimand you for all of it.
"Water as per requested." He pops open the cap of a fresh water bottle and hands it over to you.
"Thanks." You mutter and drink the water in silence.
"So are you upset at me?" He finally asks.
"Yes."
"And why is that?" He cocks his head to the side.
You were drunk, no doubt about it, but this unserious playful tone in his voice that pissed you off was clear as day. Why were you the only one freaking out? Did he not care? It surely confirmed that he does not and never have felt the same as you and truly did think of your "relationship" as nothing more but a transaction.
You purse your lips and remained silent.
"Because... you kissed me?"
You nodded.
"So you're upset at ME... because YOU kissed ME..." He states once more.
You were on the verge of tears. He loved making you look stupid but this was tenfold now. Not that he was wrong, but you weren't in the mood for it.
"So what if I am?" You choke out, tears now brimming over.
Katsuki's eyes widened, clearly not expecting you to break down so easily after a couple of harmless questions. You steps towards you and grabs your shoulders, not quite sure what to do or how to react.
"Hey hey hey, what the fuck? Why are you crying all of the sudden? Seriously, Y/N it's not a big deal."
"It is." You whine. "It is and you don't even care!"
He finally pulls you into him, letting you sob into his shoulder. His hand caressing your back in comfort.
"You idiot." He says after a moment of silence. "You're such an emotional drunk. This is why I told you not to get messy." He scolds. "I do care. But I won't if you don't want me to."
"I do want you to care. I want you to like me. Not just like me, but like-like me." You confess.
You feel him stiffen under you. Clearly your drunken state had forced you to say the wrong thing, but you didn't care.
"But do you like-like me?" He asked back, pulling you back to look at your tear stained face. "Drink some more water and sober up a bit before you answer okay?" He brings the water up to your face.
"I don't want anymore water!" You push his hand away. "I like-like you and I hate being your fake girlfriend and lying to everyone and myself about it!"
His smile grew, but he shook his head. "Okay angel face, let's talk about it then." He moves his thumb up to your cheek to wipe away stray tears.
"You're so wasted, you may not even remember this for tomorrow. But I think you're the coolest person on this fucking block, okay? And I like being around you even though you annoy the shit out of me sometimes. So stop crying and feeling bad. We're fine."
"But we're not! I don't want you to be my fake boyfriend anymore. I think you're cool too and you make me laugh and feel stupid in the heart and I fucking hate you for that, so that's why we shouldn't do any of this anymore."
He doesn't reply, but instead looks down at your sad face, lip still quivering, makeup smudged around your eyes. His hand continued to cup you cheek, forcing you to look back up at him.
Katsuki leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead, letting it linger for a second longer.
"That's okay. We can do something about that when you're sober. If you even remember any of this, anyways. Let's get you home."
He grabs your hand and swiftly leads you out of the bathroom. You wonder what you had just done, whether it was going to blow up in your face (if you even remember the next day) or work itself out? Would it even matter?
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Take a Chance With Me | j.ww (18+)
You could not believe that no one ever told you how frustrating (and beautiful) it was to be hopelessly captivated by a boy who thinks love is overrated.
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Genre: college au, strangers to lovers, slow burn Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x afab!Reader Warnings: fluff fluff, she fell first he fell harder kinda slow burn lol, mature themes, explicit sexual content (18+) Notes: 25k words. Part 3 of the Heartbreak Hotel series, but it can be read as a standalone fic. Listening to Take a Chance with Me by NIKI. Longer fic because writing this was my coping mechanism for the devastating tragedy that was Backburner. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know them personally and do not claim they would ever behave like they were portrayed in this story.
Playlist: Take a Chance with Me by NIKI, Forces by Japanese Wallpaper, I Think He Knows by Taylor Swift, Taglist: @katfaceu @mansaaay @scoupsjin @iarayara @gaslysainz @silvermist002 @ssmebody @alyssa19123456
Jeon Wonwooâs story began one hot evening, just two weeks into your senior year of college. It was at a partyâone where youâd arrived late after a supposedly quick pre-game session with your girlfriends at Leaâs apartment turned into a full-on mini-party on its own. Youâd almost ditched the party altogether, but Mina said she had to meet this guy at the party, or sheâd regret it forever. Of course, she was exaggerating at the time, but you went anyway.
You were the designated driver since you were the only one who didnât drink, which was because you were late even to the pre-game. Some things just never change, and being late is one of your many talents.
As soon as you pulled up to the driveway of the party venue, your friends rushed out of the car and into the house, leaving you behind to park. Just as you were stepping out of your car, you spotted Wonwooâtall standing next to the lamppost, and handsome under the yellow-orange glow of the light. He was attractiveâthe slight flush on his cheeks, his skin glowing under the lamplight, and even in simple square glasses and a plain white tee, he radiated a quiet confidence that made you pause.
He was cute. And he was heading toward you.
Why though? Did he want to talk to you? Maybe get your number? Oh my god. What are you gonna do?
You stood frozen, heart pounding in your chest as Wonwoo closed the gap between you. Sure, he wasnât the first guy to ever approach you, but he was cute, and it was ridiculous how fast you were crushing on him.
Heâs coming, you told yourself, glancing around casually, trying not to look too eager. But just as he was about three steps awayâbam! He hit the ground, limbs sprawled out in every direction.
You gasped, rushing over. âOh my God, are you okay?â
He groaned, kicked at the offending rock that had tripped him, and then dramatically flopped onto the grass as if it had betrayed him too.
You crouched beside him, waving a hand in front of his face. âHey, you alright?â
Wonwoo blinked up at the sky, glaring like the stars were personally out to get him. Then, locking his glassy eyes on yours, he said, âHi. My asshole friends abandoned me here.â He hiccupped. âIâm kinda drunk and youâre kinda gorgeous. Would you be so kind to help me out?â
Caught off guard by his random compliment, you chuckled. âHere, let me help you up,â you said, tugging his arm, trying to haul him back to a sitting position. âYou can walk, right? You were walking just now.â
âWalkingâs overrated,â he muttered, but with your help, he managed to get back on his feet, wobbling slightly.
You told him your name. âWhatâs yours? Where do you live? Do you need a ride?â
He opened his mouth to speak but someone suddenly appeared beside him, patting his chest. It was Hoshi. âThere you are, Wonwoo. Weâve been looking all over for you!âÂ
âHosh! You know this guy?â you asked.
âLook,â Wonwoo said, turning to you and pointing a very unsteady finger at his friend. âSee that? Fake friend. Never trust people who abandon you.â
âWhat are you talking about? Youâre the one who wandered off!â
Wonwoo smirked, leaning in as if sharing a deep truth. âPeople who gaslight you arenât your friends. Donât forget that.â
âI canât believe I ditched my girl for this. Okay, that's enough from you.â Hoshi slung Wonwooâs arm over his shoulder. âWhereâs that idiot Jun? Junhui!â
A second later, a man came jogging toward you. âFound him?â
âYeah, help me get him out of here,â Hoshi said, struggling to hold up Wonwooâs weight.
Jun smiled apologetically at you as they shifted Wonwooâs arm off your shoulder. âHe seems like a handful, but heâs nice sometimes.â
You stepped back, watching them as they wrangled him toward a black pickup truck. âHe doesnât seem that drunk, though.â
Jun chuckled. âYouâd be surprised. One time he got wasted and started working on a coding project. Finished the whole thing in one sitting.â
âDidnât even remember it the next day,â Hoshi added, making a mock exploding gesture at his temple.
You couldnât help laughing, finding it both amusing and adorable that a fine man like him would have such drinking habits.
âAnyway, thanks again,â Hoshi said, flashing you a quick grin as they started loading Wonwoo into the truck.
âBye, gorgeous lady!â Wonwoo called from the back seat, waving weakly. âI love you!â
Jun scoffed. âYou donât even know her name.â
âWho cares what you think, Jun? Youâre a fake friend!â
You couldnât help but laugh again, waving them off as the truck pulled away. Standing there, you found yourself thinking about Wonwooâstrangely intrigued by this cute, clumsy guy. But before you could dwell on it for too long, you heard Leaâs voice calling your name from inside the house.
âWhy are you out here alone? Letâs go!â
You skipped toward her, linking arms as she pulled you inside. âI just met the cutest guy ever.â
If Seungcheolâs face wasnât the first thing you saw as you stepped into the pool pavilion, you wouldnât have recognized him at all. His neat blue suit from yesterday had been swapped for something far more relaxedâcrisp white pants and a cream button-up that made him look more⊠approachable. He greeted you the moment you arrived, gesturing to the lounge chair beside his.
âI ordered cocktails,â he said, motioning to the bellinis on the table. âBut I took liberties since I didnât know what you like.â
âYou didnât have to include me, but thanks,â you smiled, taking one of the flutes.
Seungcheol watched you take your first sip before saying, âSo, what depressing tale would you be telling me today?â
You coughed, choking very slightly on your drink. âYou said you wouldnât judge.â
He shrugged, leaning back on the chair and fixing his eyes at the infinity pool. âI wasnât judging. My expectations are based on past experiences. In this case, the experience was yesterdayâs story. It was quite heavy.â
âExactly,â you nodded, setting your glass down. âYesterday was intense, so Iâm dialing it down today with a lighter story about my favorite ex.â
âYou have a favorite ex?â
âAs a matter of fact, I do,â you replied, rolling your eyes. âBut thatâs not the point. Do you wanna hear it or not?â
Seungcheol nodded. âPlease. Proceed.â
âAlright.â You took a sip of your drink before starting. âHis name is Jeon Wonwoo.â
THE DAY after you'd first met him at that party, youâd prioritized looking for Wonwoo. Living in the on-campus dorms gave you time to walk around the campus before your class. The problem was, you didnât know where to start. Your friends could swear they were sick of you, gushing about him and retelling the story of how he called you gorgeous and basically confessed his love for you in under five minutes of meeting each other.
âI know he was drunk, Jill. But people say you become more honest when youâre drunk,â you insisted, not even trying to hide your excitement as you scanned the cafeteria for any sign of him.
âWhatâs his name anyway?â Mina asked, scowling slightly as she watched you crane your neck, practically spinning in your seat.Â
âWonwoo. I donât know his last name.â
Mina scoffed. âWonwoo? Arenât you like neighbors?â
You stopped mid-scan, turning to her with wide eyes. âWeâre WHAT?â
As it turned out, Wonwoo lived in the on-campus dorm too. He and Hoshi were roommates, and you only knew this because, apparently, the guy Mina just had to meet at last nightâs party was Hoshi.Â
âYouâre telling me Iâve been looking around campus for him like a lunatic when heâs been right under my nose this whole time?â you asked, clutching your pearls.
Jill snorted into her iced coffee. âYouâve been obsessed for, what? Twelve hours?â
âThirteen,â you corrected. âBut whoâs counting?â
For a while, you tried catching glimpses of Wonwoo around your apartment complex. You even took slightly longer routes on campus, hoping to spot him by chance between classes or during meals. But every time, you came up emptyâno sign of him at all.
âJust where does this hot specimen hide his gorgeous self?â you grumbled. âItâs been three days.â
Lea watched you with a glimmer in her eyes. âThis is a first. Youâve had crushes before but never hyper-fixated on one until now.â
âRight? I was just thinking the same thing,â Jill affirmed.
âThereâs no one like him,â you gushed, tilting your head dreamily. âI think he might be the one.â
Mina choked on her drink. âYouâre not serious.â
You laughed, stroking her back gently. âOf course not. Iâm just having fun, guys. Relax.â
âAnyway, why donât you just ask Hoshi?â Jill suggested, sounding like the only sane one in the group.Â
Oh. Right. Hoshi. Why didnât you think of that earlier? You paused, considering the idea. It was practical. Sensible.
âDo you think thatâs weird? Just asking out of nowhere?â you asked, biting your lip.
âYouâre the one whoâs been running around campus like a headless chicken,â Mina pointed out dryly. âAsking Hoshi would be a lot less weird than that.â
You smiled at Mina, batting your eyelashes prettily. âAsk him for me.â
Mina swatted your hand away when you tried to hold her. âWeâre not talking right now. And no, I wonât tell you why.â
You grimaced. âWell, no oneâs asking!â
Jill laughed. âJust go to Hoshi. You guys are friends. And itâs not like youâre asking for Wonwooâs hand in marriage. Youâre just curious.â
âAlright, alright,â you relented, standing up from the table. âIâll ask Hoshi.â
Mina gave you a thumbs up as you left the cafeteria, heading out to start your quest. You just hoped your heart didnât explode from the anticipation before you got there.
You spotted Hoshi in the dance room, drinking water after practice. Perfect. You strode over, determined but trying to keep it cool. He saw you coming and grinned, clearly already knowing what this was about.
âWell, well, well,â Hoshi said, putting his bottle down and crossing his arms with a smirk. âWhat brings you to my humble corner of campus today? Or should I say... who?â
You rolled your eyes but couldnât help laughing. âOh, stop. I just wanna ask you something.â
âUh-huh,â he said, leaning in conspiratorially. âYouâre about to ask me where Wonwoo is, arenât you? Donât worry, Iâve seen this before. Youâre already head over heels. Itâs okay, itâs a common reaction.â
You tried to look annoyed, but your lips twitched, betraying you. âFine. Yes. Where is he?â
Hoshi raised his eyebrows, looking overly impressed with himself. âSee? Iâm basically psychic. I should be charging for my services.â
âJust tell me!â You lightly shoved him.
âOkay, okay,â he chuckled, clearly enjoying himself. âHeâs usually holed up in the tech building, doing nerd stuff. You know, coding, hacking the mainframe, whatever those guys do.â He waved a hand in the air. âOh, and Iâm gonna tell you this only because you and I are tightâyouâre gonna need to bring a snack. Wonwooâs been known to forget to eat when heâs in the zone.â
You crossed your arms, half-joking but half-serious. âWhatâs that supposed to mean? Do I need to worry about him starving to death before I even get the chance to talk to him?â
âMaybe,â Hoshi said, eyes twinkling. âBut hey, if he does, Iâll make sure his last words are something romantic. Like, âTell her... she was... gorgeous.ââ
âOh my god, youâre impossible,â you groaned, turning to walk away, though you couldnât help laughing.
He called after you, still grinning. âDonât say I didnât warn you! And heyâif you need a wingman, you know where to find me!â
Now you had a solid lead... and maybe a ridiculous wingman if things got really desperate. But most importantly, you had a plan: bump into him casually.
You spent the next few days timing your trips past the IT building. At first, it felt sillyâpretending like you were just âhappening to walk byââbut today, your patience paid off. There he was, standing just outside the doors, tapping away on his phone. Your heart fluttered the second you saw Wonwoo, that same flush you remembered from the night before creeping up your neck.
You were about to walk over, but then a group of people spilled out from the building, laughing loudly as they passed by Wonwoo. You turned away, worried someone might recognize you. As soon as they were far enough, you spun back to see Wonwoo, only to find him gone.
You sighed. âNext time.â
The next time cameâseveral next times, actually. You just couldnât land the perfect opportunity! The universe was against you, you could swear with how each encounter was always interrupted by other people, unexpected circumstances, and now, even the weather!
You stared at the sky with a deadpan expression. âReally? Just tell me you donât want me to shoot my shot with him, why donât you?â you spoke to the sky, as if it would respond.
You were supposed to do your routine attempt at âbumping into Wonwooâ but the rain started pouring right when you stepped out of your building. As if that wasnât bad enough, you didnât bring an umbrella with you. You sighed, scuffing your shoe against the pavement, debating whether to make a run for it or just wait it out.
âMaybe Iâm just unlucky?â you muttered to yourself.
Staring at your feet, you noticed a new pair falling into step beside you. You looked up and gasped audibly upon seeing Jeon Wonwoo standing there with an umbrella in his hand. He looked as handsome as you rememberedâneat appearance, well-kept hair, and his glasses that suited his face perfectly.
âWonwoo!â you exclaimed, making him glance at you.
He scanned you for a second. âIâm sorry. I donât think I know you.â
You told him your nameâclearly and in full. âWe met at the party last Friday,â you smiled, hoping heâd remember.
âOh, I met a lot of people that night.â
âYou called me nice and gorgeous?â you offered, gouging a reaction from him, but so farânothing. âAnd, uh, you also kinda said you love me.â
Wonwoo blinked, clearly taken aback. âDid I?â You saw the confusion in his expression, followed by a flicker of embarrassment. He looked away, his jaw tensing slightly. âSorry, I donât remember any of that,â he said, his voice softer, but there was no warmth in it. It felt more like a brush-off.
âYeah, itâs okay,â you said, waving it off casually. âYou were really drunk, so I guess it makes sense.â You grinned, hoping the playful tone might make the moment less embarrassing
He seemed like an entirely different person. He was fun that night, sweet even. Was that a one-off thing?
For a moment, neither of you spoke. The sound of the rain pounding on the concrete was oddly loud. You could feel your heart hammering in your chest, not entirely sure if you should say something or just let it go.
âWell, then. I should go.â
You nodded. âOf course. It was nice seeing you.â
You watched him walk into the rain, dry and safe under his umbrella. You couldnât help but scoff. If it was the Wonwoo youâd met that night, he would probably share his umbrella with you.
âWhat a bummer,â you muttered, looking down at your feet again as you kicked your tiptoes on the floor.Â
You kept your gaze there, replaying the encounter with Wonwoo and how awful it made you feel. You barely noticed the car that pulled over in front of you until you heard someone call your full name.
When you looked up, you saw Wonwoo in a car with his window rolled down. He turned to reach for something behind him before extending his umbrella out to you. You stepped into the rain for a second to grab it and then backed away with a confused look on your face.
âThank you,â you called out.
He just nodded, lips tight. âLeave it to the dorm lady when youâre done with it.â
âI will!â you replied, smiling at him.
As he drove away, you waved your hand in the air, your smile getting impossibly wider as you clutched his umbrella in one hand.
Just like that, your quest to make Jeon Wonwoo fall for you was on. You chased him aroundâwell, not really, but you seized every chance to talk to him. First, you personally delivered his umbrella to his dorm, which surprised him because obviously, he wasnât expecting it.
When you found him at the cafeteria that day, sitting alone at a table while working on something on his laptop, you walked over with your tray and casually slid into the seat across from him.
âYou look like you could use some company. Lucky for you, I could use some too. Letâs accompany each other,â you beamed, and he looked up from his laptop brieflyâjust to see who you were.
âIâm working,â he said, reverting his attention to his work.
You leaned forward with a grin. âI can multi-task. Do you want me to be quiet while you work?â
âDo what you want,â he said, noncommittal.
That made you perk up. As long as he didnât tell you to leave him alone, you were fine with being quiet. He was quiet too, but didnât seem to mind your presence. So you stayed, eating your lunch while on your phone and occasionally sneaking glances at him.
One time, you find him at the library sitting at a table with his headphones in, immersed in whatever he was working on on his screen, again. You plopped down next to him, spreading your books out.
âIt appears you might need some intellectual stimulation. Iâm excellent company for that too,â you said.
Without looking away from his screen, Wonwoo said, âPass.â
âAre you coding?â you asked, ignoring his refusal.
âI'm studying.â
âFor what?â you asked, leaning back to take a peek at his screen. âYou're reading a book on your laptop?â
âIt's convenient.â
You grimaced. âI bet you don't know what books smell like.â
âNo, and I don't really wanna know,â he said, facing you. âNow, can I have some peace and quiet?â
âOh, of course. Sorry. Iâll just be over here being pretty and smart. Donât mind me.â
He didnât respond, just nodded slightly, continuing to work. You watched him for a bit, playfully resting your chin in your hand.
âWow. My man is so cute and smart,â you muttered and Wonwoo suddenly glanced sideways at you.
You looked away immediately, opening a book, and burying your face in it. Wonwoo reached for it, taking it out of your hand and flipping it.
âItâs upside down,â he said before fixing his gaze on his screen again.
If it wasnât for your prior commitment to your friends, you would probably stay in the library until he leaves. Half-heartedly, you packed away your books and got ready to leave. Wonwoo noticed you then but didnât say anything.
You tapped on the table next to his laptop, making him take off his headphones and look at you inquiringly.
âI was thinking of watching a movie this weekend. Youâre welcome to join me.â
Wonwoo raised an eyebrow. âI donât watch movies.â
You shook your head disapprovingly. âGuess weâll have to change that about you.â
âGood luck with that,â he replied, putting his headphones back on.
He didnât seem put off by your forwardness, which was all that mattered to you because it didnât seem like you were bothering him. You were resolved to continue what you were doing.
Another time, you saw him at the gym when you were there with your friends. He was lifting weights, and you confidently strode over, showing off your figure in your gym outfit. You casually leaned over the machine he was using.
âWow, so youâre not just working out your brain, you work out your biceps too? Impressive,â you complimented.
âI come here to avoid conversations,â he deadpanned.
âYouâre still talking to me, so youâre not really doing a great job,â you chuckled.
Wonwoo sighed, but again, he didnât tell you to leave. He just continued what he was doing, and you watched for a minute, smirking. You were enjoying yourself, despite his lack of reactions.
âIâll be over there if you need me,â you said, winking.
âWhy would I need you?â he asked, resting his hands for a second.
You shrugged. âYou never know when you might.â
As you walked away, your friends were waiting for you with playful smiles. Mina said, âGirl, is it just me or are you kinda embarrassing?â
You scrunched your nose cutely at her. âI am, kinda. But itâs okay. Heâll warm up to me soon.â
You kept âaccidentallyâ bumping into him at random spotsâby the vending machine, dorm hallways, the library aisles, or even walking to class despite being in different buildings.Â
Sometimes, you felt a little embarrassed, but you liked how fun it was to tease him and flirt with him, despite his aloof attitude. He was gonna break sooner or later, and whatever he decided to do when that happened, you were prepared to accept. You had projected about a dozen different scenarios of him confronting you, but the reality was far more unique.
âLook at us, fate keeps putting us together. Ever think the universe is trying to tell you something?â you told Wonwoo when you coincidentally (for real this time), ended up in the same college seminar together.
He stared at you. âThe universe doesnât work that way.â
Unfazed, you shrugged, opening your laptop. âMaybe not, but itâs more fun to believe it does.â
Wonwoo closed his laptop and turned his body slightly toward you. âDo you have feelings for me?â
âYes,â you replied without missing a beat. âWasnât it obvious? I made sure youâd get the message though.â
He was quiet for a while, staring at you with a blank expression. After about thirty seconds, he asked, âWhy?â
You shrugged, keeping your smile. âBecause I do. Hey, you confessed your love to me first!â
âWhen did Iââ he stopped and then sighed. âI donât even remember any of that.â
âItâs okay. I remember enough for the both of us,â you teased, tilting your head with an innocent smile.
Wonwoo seemed to realize arguing wasnât going to get him anywhere. He shook his head slowly, as if accepting defeat. âDo whatever you want, but I wonât take responsibility for your assumptions.â
âYouâre not telling me to leave you alone?â you asked, raising your brows in genuine surprise.
He looked at you, baffled. âWhat?â
âYouâre not telling me to leave you alone,â you repeated, this time more matter-of-factly. âSo can I take that as a sign that I can keep following you around?â
Wonwoo grimaced, though it was more out of exasperation than irritation. âYouâre not seriously going to follow me everywhere, are you?â
You grinned mischievously. âNo, not really. But now that you mention it, maybe I should. What do you think?â
âWell then, leaveââ
âGood afternoon, sir,â you exclaimed upon seeing the professor walk in.
You lay sprawled on Leaâs bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling, scowling. Next to you, Lea was perched on her stomach, typing away on her laptop.
âThe guyâs a tough nut to crack,â you muttered, shaking your head in frustration. âDo you think⊠maybe heâs just not interested?â
âI thought he made that pretty clear with how he keeps brushing you off?â Lea replied, not looking up from her screen.
You sat up with a sigh just as Mina and Jill strolled into the room. âHe doesnât really brush me off though,â you argued. âMore like⊠he lets me do whatever I want.â
âYou guys talking about Wonwoo?â Mina asked and you nodded. âHoshi is inviting him over for movie night. Apparently, he said âyesâ.â
Your jaw dropped. âNo way? He said he didn't like movies!â
Mina nodded, pulling out her phone and flashing you the screen. âI don't know the details. Hosh says heâs wingmanning you,â she added with a grin.
You squealed, grabbing Lea by the arm. âQuick! Lend me a cute dress. No! I should just go back to my dorm and get one!â
âItâs a pajama party,â Jill interrupted, sitting beside you with a bowl of ice cream in hand. âYouâre supposed to wear pajamas.â
You paused, considering. âYes, but... like, do you have a cute nightgown? Those count as pajamas too, right?â
âI do,â Jill said, shaking her head, âbut Iâm not lending it to you. Youâll just complain about being cold.â
You slumped back onto the bed dramatically, face-first. âFriendship is dead. It never existed.â
Lea gasped. âJill! Not you eating ice cream on my bed!â
âOops, sorry!â Jill mumbled, quickly getting off the bed.
You rose when you heard ice cream, following Jill off the bed and asking to share. Mina was watching you with a soft smile on her lips. Then she said, âYou changed a lot, did you notice? Remember when you took a break from school when we were freshmen? You were so different back then.â
You rolled your eyes playfully, mouth full of ice cream. Jill answered for you. âThat part of her life was her character development arc. It wouldnât make sense to remind her of such a depressing time when sheâs done a really good job getting over it a long time ago.âÂ
You shot her a pair of finger guns and winked, appreciating the save.
âYouâre right,â Mina said, her expression softening as she came over to hug you. âIâm just so proud of you.â
Jill joined in the hug, and Lea followed soon after, sandwiching you in the middle.
Feeling warm and fuzzy, you leaned over and kissed Minaâs cheek, only for her to pull away, grimacing. âEw, sticky lips,â she complained, wiping the smudge of ice cream from her face.
âSorry,â you grinned, unapologetic.
The smell of popcorn filled the apartment as you rummaged through Leaâs closet, pulling out a cozy sweatshirt that still looked stylish enough for the movie night. âThis will have to do,â you muttered, tugging it on over your pajamas.
Lea, now in a matching set of flannel, raised an eyebrow. âYou really think Wonwooâs gonna notice your outfit at a pajama party?â
âI donât know,â you admitted with a shrug. âBut itâs better to be prepared.â
When you got back to the living room, the usual chaos of movie night was already in full swing. Hoshi and Jun were bickering over what movie to watch while Seokmin raided the snack stash.
Hoshi called out your name, waving you over with a mischievous grin. âLook who actually showed up.â
You froze mid-step. Wonwoo was sitting on the couch, casually leaning back with his arms folded across his chest, looking as aloof as ever. He was wearing pajamas, which was unexpected because you didn't think he'd be the type to engage in silly activities like this one, but he was cute nonetheless.
You blinked. âHeâs real,â you whispered, eyes wide, and Mina stifled a laugh. To Hoshi, you said out loud, âHosh, youâre my most favorite person in the world.â
Just as you were about to claim the spot next to Wonwoo, Jun swooped in and plopped down right where you were headed. Without thinking, you grabbed Jun by the arm. âMove!â
Jun blinked at you, laughing. âWhatâs going on?â
You picked up a throw pillow and hit Jun with it again and again until he moved out of your way.
âYouâre ruthless,â Jun chuckled, shaking his head but laughing anyway. âGood luck.â
âThanks,â you winked at him before turning to Wonwoo. He watched the whole thing unfold with mild amusement, shaking his head as you settled in.
âComfortable?â he asked, raising an eyebrow.
âVery,â you grinned, inching just a little closer to him. âFancy seeing you here. I didnât think youâd really show up. And in pajamas, no less,â you said, flashing him a wide grin.
Wonwoo glanced at his clothes briefly. âHoshi insisted,â he said flatly.
âWell, Iâm glad you came,â you said, batting your eyelashes in what you hoped was a cute way. âItâs not every day I get to sit next to my favorite person.â
Wonwoo raised an eyebrow, unamused. âI thought Hoshi was your favorite.â
You pouted. âYouâre no fun, you know that?â
âWasnât trying to be,â he replied, unbothered.
Determined to get some sort of reaction, you leaned closer, pretending to examine his face. âDo you always wear glasses?â you asked, feigning curiosity. âThey make you look extra smart.â
He pushed his glasses up his nose, side-eyeing you. âI am extra smart.â
You giggled, undeterred. âI bet youâre super smart, Mr. IT Genius. You could probably hack into all our phones right now.â
Wonwoo didnât seem fazed. âIâm not that smart. And hacking is illegal.â
âWell, thatâs good. Otherwise, youâd see all the photos I took of you before,â you teased, leaning even closer so your shoulder brushed his. âFor research purposes, of course.â
This time, Wonwoo did look at you, but only briefly. âResearch for what?â
âOh, just, you know,â you waved a hand vaguely, âstudying the behavior of elusive, handsome introverts.â
âSounds like a waste of time,â he replied dryly, though his lips twitched into a faint smile. Youâd almost missed it if you werenât staring right at him.
You grinned, feeling triumphant at his tiny show of amusement. âDid I just make you smile? Am I your source of happiness and joy now?â
âJust what is up with you?â he questioned, genuinely bewildered.
âIâm persistent. Havenât you noticed?â
âI have.â
Before you could respond, Hoshiâs voice boomed across the room. âMovieâs starting, everyone! Grab your snacks, get cozy!â
The lights dimmed further, and the opening credits began to roll. You wiggled in your seat, purposely leaning just a little closer to Wonwoo, your head brushing against his arm. Wonwoo glanced at you but didnât say anything, so you tilted your head playfully and whispered, âYouâre not gonna move away, are you?â
He looked away, clearly unimpressed. âWhy would I?â
âI donât know⊠because Iâm annoying?â
âYou are,â he said, eyes fixed on the screen.
âHey!â You nudged him with your shoulder, a mock pout on your lips. âIâm charmingly annoying.â
âIf you say so,â he replied.
Every now and then, youâd make little comments, trying to catch his attention. Wonwoo remained mostly unresponsive, only glancing at you occasionally, but he didnât seem bothered either. In fact, the more you nudged him or commented, the more relaxed he seemed.
Finally, you âaccidentallyâ let your head rest on his shoulder. âOops,â you whispered, eyes still fixed on the screen. âMy bad.â
Wonwoo sighed, but to your surprise, he didnât push you off. âYouâre really pushing your luck tonight.â
You grinned up at him, batting your lashes. âWhat can I say? I like taking my chances.â
âJust watch the movie,â he muttered, but you could tellâhe didnât actually mind.
With a satisfied smile, you snuggled a little closer, content with your minor victory.Â
After the movie, everyone stretched and yawned. Hoshi and Seokmin were already debating what to watch next, while Jill and Lea were dramatically complaining about the lackluster conclusion to the movie. You continued the night with laughter and conversations over light drinks. It was a school day, so no one was entertaining the idea of getting wasted.
You glanced at Wonwoo, who had stayed quiet throughout the night, except for a few quips here and there. You often flirted with him in between conversations, but as usual, he couldnât even be bothered.
When the group started to pack up, you took a deep breath and turned to him. âHey, do you wanna walk back to the dorms together?â you asked, keeping your tone light and hopeful.
You were the only ones going back to the dorms, since the rest of your friends lived off-campus, and Hoshi was obviously staying over at Minaâs.
Wonwoo stood up, gathering his things without making eye contact. âNo, thanks,â he said simply, pulling his jacket over his shoulder. âIâll head back on my own.â
Your heart sank a little, but you didnât want to let it show. âOkay, sure,â you said quickly, trying to brush it off with a casual laugh. âDidnât think youâd say yes anyway.â
He paused for a moment, adjusting his jacket before looking at you with a slight frown. âI just donât think itâs a good idea,â he said, his voice firm but not unkind. âYou donât need to follow me around.â
The words stung more than you expected, even though youâd been joking about it all night. You opened your mouth to reply, but nothing came out. Instead, you just nodded, forcing a small smile. âGot it.â
Wonwoo gave a short nod, then turned and headed for the door without a second glance. As you watched him leave, the lightheartedness youâd felt earlier fizzled out. You knew he wasnât trying to be cruel, but his rejection still hurt. Youâd pushed and pushed all night, and for a moment, it felt like maybe he was warming up to you. But now, it seemed like you had been wrong all along.
Mina noticed your shift in mood and walked over. âHey, you okay?â
You plastered on a smile, shrugging nonchalantly. âYeah, Iâm fine. Iâll head back now. See you guys tomorrow, okay?â
Your farewell was noisy, with your girls dramatically begging you to stay. There was a big smile on your lips when you exited the door, but as you headed back to your dorm, thoughts of Wonwooâs words stayed with you.Â
Maybe this little game of flirting wasnât as fun for him as it was for you. Maybe you were pushing too hard. Maybe this was more one-sided than you wanted to admit. It had been fun for the most part, a lighthearted chase that kept your heart racing, but now it was starting to feel tiringâdraining, even.
Your brows furrowed in frustration. âI should stopâŠâ you muttered under your breath, kicking at a stray pebble in your path. Then, with a small pout, you crossed your arms tightly over your chest. âMen ainât shit,â you grumbled, though the bitterness in your voice didnât quite match the half-hearted way you said it.
âNow, now, sweetheart,â said a greasy, slurred voice from behind you, giving you goosebumps all over. âYou donât really mean that, do you?â
How deeply distracted were you that you didnât notice the dragged-out footsteps behind you?Â
You tried to brush it off, but when the pace quickened and the slurred voice called out again, you got ready to run. Before you could, however, he grabbed your arm.
âNot so fast, sweetheart,â the man drawled, his breath reeking of alcohol as he eyed you. âWhatâs a pretty girl like you doinâ out here all alone?â
You shot him a sharp glance, trying to ignore the knot tightening in your stomach. âIâm not interested. Leave me alone,â you said, trying to swat his hand away but his grip tightened.
âIâm not so bad, am I? Câmonâjust a little company,â he slurred.
You yanked your hand back, eyes narrowing as you tried to fight him off. âLet go!â you snapped, your voice rising in panic.
The man chuckled, tugging you toward him. âWhatâs the rush?â
With a rush of adrenaline, you elbowed him in the ribs and stomped on his foot with all the force you could muster. But despite your efforts, he was stronger, and your heart pounded as he forced you back against a wall, your breath catching in your throat.
Just as you started to fear you couldnât fight him off, a sharp voice cut through the air. âHey!â
Before you could process what was happening, Wonwoo appeared, eyes blazing with fury. He swung a solid punch, landing it squarely on the guyâs jaw. The man stumbled, dazed, before collapsing to the ground with a heavy thud.
You stared in shock, chest heaving, barely registering the fact that Wonwoo had just knocked the guy out. He reached for your hand, his grip firm but reassuring. âLetâs go,â he said, his voice calmer now, though still laced with urgency. âBefore he gets back up. Come on.â
Grabbing his hand, you ran with him, your pajamas flapping awkwardly as the two of you bolted down the street. Imagine getting harassed in oversized Pucca pajamas? The ridiculousness of the situation wouldâve made you laugh if you werenât so shaken. Â
Your heart was still pounding, and you could feel Wonwooâs hand tightening around yours as you rounded the corner, not stopping until you were safely back inside the campus walls.
When you finally slowed down, panting, you glanced at him. âYou justââ you started, still breathless, âYou punched him!â
Wonwoo looked at you, still catching his breath. âYeah.â
The simple acknowledgment sent a strange warmth through you. You both stood there for a moment, the adrenaline fading. You were still catching your breath, trying to process everything that had just happened.Â
âThank you,â you breathed out. âYou really saved me back there.â
âI think you wouldâve done well by yourself even if I wasnât there. You probably broke a rib or two with that elbow,â he quipped, a small smile tugging at his lips.
âIs that a joke?â you questioned, pointing at his lips. âAre laughing at your own joke?â
He looked at you, his expression shifting back to his usual. âI didnât laugh. Next time, be more careful. Donât walk by yourself at night.â His voice was steady, almost scolding, but there was an unmistakable note of concern in it.Â
You blinked up at him, feeling your heart flutter in a way that had nothing to do with the scare you just had. He had just knocked out a guy without breaking a sweat, and now he was here, telling you to be careful. You couldnât help itâthe admiration in your eyes mustâve been painfully obvious because you were falling even harder for him.Â
Wonwoo noticed your dazed expression, the way your eyes lingered on him a little too long. His brow furrowed slightly before he sighed, clearly not amused by whatever was going through your head. Without saying a word, he took off his jacket and threw it over your face.
âGo back to your room,â he muttered, his voice carrying a hint of exasperation. âAnd stop being weird.â
You pulled his jacket off your face, blinking up at him with a grin, but he was already turning away, clearly done with the situation.
âHey! Wait for me! What if he comes back?â you called out, running to catch up to him.
This wasnât part of the plan. You were doing just fine on the sidelines of college life, navigating the highs and lows of being a student. You were content not drawing attention to yourself in places that didnât need your presence, happily enjoying the fun college functions from a distance.
Why did you have to join the student council on a whim?
âIâm so sick of this,â you muttered, hauling a large box of banners back into the storage room. Someone else could do it if only there were other hands available to help. Frustrated, you kicked the box, only to recoil in pain when it slammed against your foot. âOuch!â
âMove,â came a familiar voice from behind you. You glanced back just as Wonwoo pushed you aside, his movements smooth and efficient. With ease, he picked up the box and carried it to the storage room. You followed him, a wide smile creeping onto your lips.
âThanks a lot,â you said, genuine gratitude lighting up your tone.
Wonwoo gave you a side-eye. âNext time, ask other people for help if you canât do it by yourself.â
âThere was no one to ask! Everyoneâs busy with other stuff,â you defended, pouting at being scolded.
âYou didnât ask me.â
âYou were busy too!â
âThen you shouldâve waited until I was done.â
âWhat are you so mad about? I didnât ask because you were busy, and youâre not even in the council to begin with. This isnât your job.â
Wonwoo sighed, turning away. You followed him out, trying to keep up with his long strides. When he stopped, you halted too, glancing up at him. He stared at you for a moment, inspecting your appearance with an intensity that made your heart flutter.
âAre you checking me out?â you quipped, knowing how heâd react.
Wonwoo scoffed. âAre you heading back to the dorm now?â he asked, and you nodded. âWait here,â he said before climbing up the sound box to fetch his backpack. When he came back down, he pulled out a jacket and handed it to you.
âOh, Iâm good. I have a jacket in my bag,â you chimed, dismissing it.
âForget it, then,â he said, putting it away, but you stopped him.
âNo! Iâll take it! Mineâs not warm enough,â you grinned. âThank you!â
Wonwooâs deadpan expression remained as he rolled his eyes. âGo get your things. Weâre leaving.â
You blinked, confusion washing over you. âHuh? Are we leaving together?â
âWeâre going the same way anyway. Might as well just go together,â he said, glancing away with a slight furrow in his brows. âYou might get yourself in trouble again.â
âWeâre on the campus, I donât think anyone would try something like that here,â you stated, but you couldnât help smiling.Â
After what happened the other day, Wonwoo seemed to be warming up to you now. It felt good to know that he cared enough to walk home with you and ensure nothing happened again.
âIf you donât want to, suit yourself,â he said, turning his back.
âNo, wait! Letâs go!â
You rushed back to where youâd left your things, bidding hurried goodbyes to your student council friends. When you returned, Wonwoo was still waiting for you. He sighed at the sight of your massive grin and started walking first, so you ran to catch up with him.
âWait for me,â you called, giggling as you intertwined your fingers with his. He didnât shake you off.
âPut the jacket on. Itâs cold.â
âOooh, Jeon Wonwoo,â you teased, peeking at his face. âAre you trying to get promoted to green flag?â
âIâm not a red flag,â he said monotonously.
âWhen did I say you were?â
âYou kept implying it.â
You chuckled lightly. âYou know, I heard that people who claim that theyâre not a red flag tend to be⊠well, a red flag.â
âJust wear the jacket. I donât want to be responsible for you if you get hypothermia.â
You pouted, backing away to put on the jacket. As you did, you unlinked your fingers with his but Wonwoo chased after it, tightening his hold. âLet go. I need to put this on.â
âHuh?â he blurted, retracting his hand like heâd been electrified. His fingers slipped away too quickly, but the warmth lingered on your skin.
âDo you hate it that much?â you scoffed as you wore his jacket. It was warm and smelled like him. âAnd no oneâs getting hypothermia in this weather. Itâs not that cold.â
âCanât we just walk quietly and pretend we donât know each other?â
âNo, we canât,â you chimed, linking your arms with his. âItâs impossible because we look like a couple right now.â
âNo, we donât.â
âYes, we do,â you sang, leaning your head on his shoulder as the two of you strolled down the dimly lit pathway. You allowed yourself to savor the moment, your steps perfectly in sync with his, a warmth spreading in your chest as you walked together under the soft glow of the pathway lights.
The school festival was coming up, and you got to work with Wonwoo on the preparationsâyou as a student council member, and him with the IT Club. Your tasks were different, not overlapping at all but you were content just being in the same space with him.Â
While Wonwoo worked with a clubmate on the sound systems, you were assigned to help with decorations and logistics. Despite your tasks not overlapping, you made a point to stroll by his area often, a smile lighting up your face whenever your eyes met. Wonwoo would only nod to acknowledge you, but each exchange was a little jolt of happiness for you.
The hours passed in a blur of laughter and hard work. You organized tables, hung streamers, and made sure everything was in its right place, all while stealing glances at Wonwoo and his team.
During a break, you found yourself near the sound booth, leaning against the wall to catch your breath. Wonwoo was adjusting a microphone, and you couldnât help but watch. He looked effortlessly cool, his concentration making him even more attractive.
âDonât just stand there, youâre making me nervous,â he teased when he noticed you staring.
You flushed, momentarily caught off guard. âJust appreciating the view!â you shot back with a grin.
âRight,â he deadpanned, shaking his head. âJust donât break anything.â
âOh please, Iâm the master of decorations! No broken things here!â you replied with mock seriousness.
As the day wore on, the festival started to take shape, and your excitement grew. You loved this sense of unity, the way everyone worked together to bring a festival to remember. It was very tiring, wearing out your bodies with work and your minds with how much you kept brainstorming for the best ideas. But as the sun began to set, and the field was transformed into a magical scene with the glow of fairy lights, all your labor had been worth it.
âLooks great,â Wonwoo said, suddenly at your side.
You nodded, unable to suppress your grin. âIt does, doesnât it? You guys did a great job too. The LED displays are cool.â
âWe did what we do best. You guys at the student council worked harder, coming up with cool ideas and stuff,â he replied, giving you an appreciative nod.
Feeling a rush of warmth at his compliment, you could only smile. âLetâs just say we make a great teamâeach in our own way.â
Wonwoo shrugged. âSome of the council guys were a bit pompous and bossy but, yeah, youâre right.â
You laughed at that, hitting his arm and letting your hand stay there. Wonwoo didnât flinch, even flashing a small smile as you both stared at the fruit of your labor.
The school festival was finally here, and the campus was alive with excitement. You could feel the energy in the air, the smell of food wafting from the stalls, and the cheerful sound of laughter and chatter.Â
The day kicked off with a formal ceremony in the main courtyardâwith the school band playing a march. Students and faculty gathered under a large banner that read Welcome to the 00 University Festival! You stood with your friends, cheering as the college president gave a short speech about the importance of community and collaboration.
âLet the festivities begin!â he concluded, and the crowd erupted into applause.
As the ceremony ended, you raced to the game booths that had been set up around the campus. Your friends challenged each other to various gamesâring toss, balloon darts, and a giant inflatable obstacle course. The laughter was infectious, and you lost track of time as you tried your hand at each game, reveling in the thrill of friendly competition.
In between the fun, you made your way to the sound booth, where Wonwoo and Jihoon were busy setting up for the afternoon performances.Â
âSnacks for the most hardworking people on the whole campus,â you called out, showing them the containers of food and drinks.
âThanks a lot!â Jihoon said with a bright smile, taking a snack before returning to his controls. âYouâre so thoughtful.â
Wonwoo, on the other hand, merely nodded, a small smile breaking through his serious demeanor. âThanks,â he said, taking a sip from the drink you brought him.
âYou guys are doing an amazing job! Canât wait for the party tonight!â you exclaimed, your excitement bubbling over.
âWeâll make sure itâs a good one,â Jihoon replied, his enthusiasm infectious.
âAre you kidding me? DJ Woozi is here. I know itâs gonna be a good one,â you chimed, pointing finger guns at Jihoon.
The latter couldnât help grinning at your compliment. âYou should come over more often! Itâs not all boring work here.â
âOh, of course. Iâll be here often. Gotta make sure you stay hydrated. Youâll need the energy to keep up with the crowd.â
Jihoon tilted his head slightly, unconvinced. âPretty sure Wonwoo will appreciate it,â he chuckled, nudging Wonwooâs arm.
You just smiled, winking at Wonwoo before you bid your goodbyes and promised them youâd be back.Â
As the afternoon rolled in, the booths and games continued. You lost yourself in the fun, but each time you never forgot to stop by the sound booth, checking in on Wonwooâand Jihoon because he happened to be there too.
âWant a break?â you asked during one of your visits. âYouâve been at it for hours!â
Wonwoo looked at you, the serious expression on his face softening slightly. âIâm good. Just need to make sure everything is perfect for tonight.â
You nodded, admiring his dedication. âWell, I brought more snacks,â you said, pulling out the waffles you got from one of the booths.
âThanks,â Jihoon said, taking the bag with a grateful smile.
Soon, the day transitioned into the evening. Students gathered around the stage, and the sounds of music filled the campus. You joined your friends, dancing and enjoying the beats as Jihoonâmoniker, Woozi got the crowd hyped.
You could see Wonwoo in the sound booth, focused on the music, and your heart swelled with admiration. Every now and then, you made your way back to him, offering him drinks or just sharing a quick laugh about something funny happening in the crowd.
âHaving fun?â he asked during one of your visits, his gaze momentarily leaving the controls.
âDefinitely! This is amazing!â you replied, breathless from dancing.
âGood. Just keep your distance from the speakers,â he said and you could see a playful glint in his eyes despite his deadpan expression.
âDonât worry, Iâm not here to break anything,â you shot back, grinning.
The night continued to unfold, filled with dancing, laughter, and an electric atmosphere. Later, when the party wound down and the crowd began to disperse, the working group gathered again for a final clean-up.
âI canât believe how well everything turned out,â you said, looking around at the remnants of the festival.
âYeah, it was a success,â Jihoon replied, glancing at you. âThanks for all your help today.â
âOf course! It was so much fun being part of it,â you said, feeling a warmth spread through you.
The student council president clapped his hands together to grab everyoneâs attention. âBefore we call it a night, how about we plan a weekend escapade to celebrate our hard work? A little break after all this?â
Cheers erupted from the group, and you felt your heart race at the thought of spending more time with everyone, especially with Wonwoo.
âGood to know everyoneâs up for it!â the president said, smiling. âFor now, let us pack up what needs to be packed up, make sure not to miss anything, and then we can head to the after-party.â
You helped pack up the necessary stuff that could not wait until tomorrow. Luckily, the university had a cleaning personnel who would handle the rest, so your work was lighter. Afterward, the group dispersed, some resigning to their dorms to rest, and the others heading to the after-party at an off-campus frat house.
Your friends were waiting for you outside the dorm, and you all hurried off to the party. It was a big shift from the organized chaos of the festival to a more liberated vibe. The living room was packed with students, and the atmosphere was thick with the smell of alcohol, vape, and perfumes mixed with the faintest hint of sweat. Colorful lights dance across the walls, along with the bodies of partygoers moving along to the catchy music.
âLetâs grab some drinks!â Mina shouted over the music, and the group surged toward the makeshift bar set up in the corner. You followed, adrenaline coursing through you as you filled a cup with whatever was on offer.
With drinks in hand, you scanned the room, your eyes searching for a familiar face. And there he wasâWonwoo, standing in a corner, a drink in hand, watching the chaos unfold with an amused expression. His dark hair glimmered under the strobe lights, and he stood out in his plain white t-shirt.
Without hesitation, you weaved through the crowd, clutching your drink tightly. âHey, you made it!â you said, trying to sound casual despite the excitement bubbling inside you.
âNot willingly,â he replied, taking a sip from his cup.
âWant to join the madness?â you asked, gesturing toward the dance floor, where a group of students swayed and grinded, lost in the music and alcohol.
âPass,â he said, not even giving it a thought.
âI knew it, but why did I still ask?â you mumbled, chuckling over your cup.
Across the hall, you spotted Mina and Hoshi, getting touchy as they danced to the rhythm. You smiled at the sight of them, lifting your cup in greeting when Hoshi waved at you.
âThey look so in love, itâs annoying,â you snorted, but your fond smile was anything but snarky.
âDoesnât look like it to me,â Wonwoo commented, making you glance at him.
âYou donât see it?â you questioned, genuinely perplexed. âItâs so obvious. They canât even get their hands off of each other.â
Wonwoo hummed, but he looked unconvinced. âIt could be the alcohol, you know, making them hot and touchy⊠and horny. You donât need love to feel that way.â
You observed him for a while, trying to gouge what was in his mind but to no avail. You could tell though that he was a cynic. âYou donât believe in love, do you?â
âLove is overrated,â he said, sipping from his cup.
You just nodded, acknowledging his admittance and respecting his opinions. âAre you sure you should be drinking? You canât handle your liquor.â
âOh, this is plain soda,â he replied, showing you the contents of his red cup. âIâm not drinking. Canât afford to make stupid mistakes.â
âMistakes? Like calling some stranger gorgeous and confessing your love for them?â you quipped but there was a bit of snark in your tone.
âYeah, pretty much.â
That dampened your mood. âWell, good luck then,â you said, bumping your cup gently against his. âEnjoy the party.â
As you turned to walk away, Wonwoo grabbed your hand, stopping you in your tracks. âWhere are you going?â
âIâm gonna go have some real fun. Dancing, drinking, maybe some games because Iâm quite good at them,â you smiled, motioning to the chaos around you. âItâs a party after all.â
He released your arm and you couldnât quite tell what expression he was wearing. âHave fun then.â
âThanks. I will,â you said with a salute before disappearing into the crowd.
You didnât see him around the house after that, neither did you try looking for him. You just enjoyed the night, trying to take him off of your mind and the nagging thought at the back of your mind that going after him would not result in anything but disappointment.
Early Saturday morning, you gathered at the school plaza with other members of the festival working group. You were set to leave at 9 am, and despite the hangover from last night, you managed to make it there on timeânot without a splitting headache that a handful of other members seemed to share.
âAlright?â asked Wonwoo, appearing beside you with a slight scowl as you pressed your fingers to your forehead, trying to ease the pounding pain.
âHi!â you greeted him, smiling from ear to ear only to wince again. âOuch. My head is killing me.â
âAnd whose fault is that?â Wonwoo smirked.
Before you could retort, Jihoon hopped over, a small plastic bag in hand filled with water and medicine. âHere. Itâll help with the hangover,â he offered, his expression earnest.
You groaned dramatically, pouting at him. âThanks a lot, Jihoon. Youâre a literal angel.â
Jihoonâs cheeks flushed at the compliment, the corners of his mouth twitching into a bashful smile. âThatâs⊠Well, itâs not much.â
âNo, I mean it. You really are an angel. Your skin is so fair, itâs blinding,â you said, squinting playfully as if his glow was too bright to bear.
âTake the medicine if your head is hurting that much,â Wonwoo chided sternly on your other side, making you turn back to him.
âOh, right,â you mumbled, opening the bag. You popped a pill in your mouth and fumbled with the bottle of water, struggling to twist the cap off. Just as Jihoon was about to help, Wonwoo snatched the bottle from your hand, effortlessly twisting it open.Â
âThanks,â you said, raising the bottle in appreciation. You mirrored the gesture to Jihoon, grinning widely. âThanks, my angel.â
Soon, the rest of the group arrived, ready for the trip. Since the university didnât sponsor this outing, you all had to pay for expenses and transportation. Some students had cars and agreed to carpool with those who didnât.
Without giving it much thought, you headed straight to Wonwooâs car, making yourself comfortable in the front seat like you belonged there.
He didnât seem to mind, though he did ask, âAre you carpooling with me? I thought you were going in Jihoonâs car.â
âOh, he didnât invite me. Weâre not that close,â you replied, buckling your seatbelt. âBesides, Iâd rather ride you.â
You noticed his hand freeze mid-air, the awkward silence that followed stretching between you like a taut string.
âWith you!â you said in a panic. âI meant to say, Iâd rather ride with you.â
Wonwoo nodded with a blank expression. âYeah. I know,â he said coolly.
You chuckled awkwardly, looking outside his window and mentally cursing yourself. When the other cars started driving away, you realized that Wonwoo still hadnât turned on his engine.
âAre we waiting for someone?â you asked and he nodded.
âThere he is,â he said, gesturing at Seokmin, who was rushing toward you with a backpack slung over one shoulder.
He yanked the backseat door open and hopped in immediately. âWow. Thanks for not leaving me behind.â
âYou had three minutes left,â Wonwoo replied, a hint of exasperation in his tone as he finally fired up the engine and drove out of the campus.
The car ride was filled with laughter as Seokmin took charge of the music, blasting upbeat tracks that made it impossible not to move. He sang along, his voice rising above the catchy beats, and every now and then, he added exaggerated dance moves from the passenger seat, making you and Wonwoo laugh.
âCan you believe we actually survived the festival?â Seokmin exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air. âI thought weâd end up in a full-on food fight or something! Just imagine itâstreamers flying, popcorn everywhere, total chaos!â
You chuckled, picturing the scene, however impossible it was. âYeah, and weâd be the ones cleaning it up afterward.â
âExactly! But it wouldâve been legendary!â Seokmin insisted, a mischievous glint in his eyes. âNext time, Iâm bringing a water balloon launcher. Whoâs in?â
Wonwoo rolled his eyes but couldnât hide his amusement. âYouâd just end up hitting someone with that.â
âDetails, details!â Seokmin waved off the concern. âIt doesnât matter as long as you had fun and made lots of memories.â
He stopped and gasped quietly as he watched you extend the iced coffee toward Wonwoo so he could take a sip. You noticed him only when Wonwoo had taken a sip and youâd placed the coffee back in the cup holder.
âWhat?â you asked.
âWhy donât you guys just kiss in front of me?â
Wonwoo scowled, glancing briefly at his friend. âWhy would we do that?â
âRight?â you blurted, snorting. âDidnât know you were kinky like that, Seokmin.â
Seokmin leaned back in his seat. âYou guys. You know thatâs not what I mean.â
You felt your cheeks heat up. âI was just being nice, okay?â
âRight, just being nice,â Seokmin teased, wiggling his eyebrows. âBut I mean, he didnât look like he was complaining. When did he stop complaining about you invading his space?â
âOh, heâs never complained to me before,â you replied, you didnât even need to think about it.
Seokmin gasped dramatically. âHe did not?â
âNot that I remember,â you said, peering at him in the backseat. âAnd I remember every single interaction we had,â you added with a proud smile.
âBut he doesnât like it when people are in his space,â said Seokmin, pointing at Wonwoo with a surprised expression. âHe hates it.â
You shot a glance at Wonwoo, who kept his eyes on the road, his expression unreadable. âEnough, Seokmin. Youâre gonna make her think Iâm enjoying this.â
âArenât you?â he shot back with a grin. âI mean, who wouldnât want a cute girl following him around, giving him drinks and all that?â
âExactly!â you exclaimed. âLook at me! 1-800-hot-n-fun.â
Seokmin leaned between your seats, pointing a finger gun at your temple. âExcuse me, maâam. Youâre under arrest for being 10 out of 10 and 2 hot 2 handle.â
You and Seokmin burst out laughing, and even Wonwoo couldnât hide his grin.
âSettle down, or I'll kick you two out of the car,â Wonwoo chided.
âIs it strange that Iâm more invested in your relationship than you are?â Seokmin asked after a momentâs pause.
You shushed him. âShut up. No one is more invested in our relationship than I am!â
As the miles rolled by, the countryside unfolded around you, with fields of wildflowers swaying in the breeze. Just as you were nearing the location, you had to stop at a gasoline station because Seokmin needed to use the restroom.
âHow about you?â he asked, just as Seokmin had left the car.
âNo, Iâm good,â you replied, glancing at him and found him scrolling through his phone. He just hummed, eyes fixed on his screen.
You took in his featuresâhandsome, of course, with that natural air of confidence he always seemed to carry. His jawline gave him an angular, sharp look, yet there was something almost delicate in the way his eyes softened when he looked at you, or the way his lashes fell gently against his skin when he blinked.
Your gaze fell to his lipsâsymmetrical with a defined cupidâs bow and subtle but natural fullness. There was that ever-present slight curve. It wasnât quite a smile, but it always seemed like it was on the verge of one, and it made you wonder what itâd take to coax a real one out of him.
âYou know,â you said, voice dripping with playful mischief, âyou have really pretty lips.â
Wonwoo paused, blinking as if processing your comment. His eyes flicked to your mouth, and for a second, the silence between you seemed to thicken. But then he shifted his gaze back to the road, brushing off your words like it was nothing. âThanks,â he replied, as nonchalant as ever.
At the back of your mind, you wonder if it was as soft as it appeared to be.
âCan you tie a cherry stem into a knot with your tongue?â you asked again, leaning a little closer with an innocent smile on your lips.Â
You knew exactly what you were doingâthe teasing tone, the loaded question. It was playful, sultry, but in a way that you could brush off if he didnât bite. You fully expected his usual indifferent response.
Then again, there was the possibility that maybe heâd pick up your hints this time, and maybe heâd do something about the tension that was building up between you right at this moment. Maybeâ
âI donât think anyone can,â he answered flatly, the corner of his mouth barely twitching.
You threw your hands up dramatically. âOh my god. What was I expecting?â you groaned, looking away.
Wonwoo remained quiet, so you glanced back at him. You met his eyes, dark with an intensity that you hadnât seen before. His jaw was clenched tightly, and somehow it felt as though you had done something wrong.
âWhat?â you asked, cocking an eyebrow at him.
He didnât say anything. He just unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned towards you. Before you could react, he was already cupping the back of your head and crashing his lips into yours.
You were momentarily stunned, grappling with the sensation of his lips pressing against yours. He tightened his grip on your head, tilting it just right, allowing him to kiss you more deeply. It was firm, yet slow, like heâd been thinking about it for much longer than youâd realized. You closed your eyes as you melted into him, kissing him back with a rhythm that made your skin prickle with the warmth that was slowly creeping into your chest. Your heart raced in its cageâso wildly that you swore Wonwoo could feel it echoing in his own.
When he finally pulled back, his expression was unreadable, but there was a flicker of triumph in his eyes.
âSo?â His voice was low, teasing. âCan I?â
You blinked, still a little dazed. âHuh?â
He smirked, the smug confidence catching you off guard. âCan I tie a cherry stem into a knot with my tongue?â
Your mouth fell open in disbelief before you burst out laughing, the tension between you now crackling in the air. âY-yeah,â you stammered, the flustered grin spreading across your face. âAbsolutely. Youâre amazing. Basically a pro. Heh.â
Luckily, Seokmin arrived before the mood could get any more awkward. He did notice the shift between you, but when he asked about it, you just brushed it off. Deep inside, you were reeling in the bliss of kissing Wonwooâwait, noâof being kissed by Wonwoo.
You soon arrived at the villa, its warm stone exterior blending beautifully with the surrounding trees. There was a welcoming warmth to it, and you hoped it was as comfortable as it looked.
âWow, this place is massive,â Seokmin commented dramatically as he stepped out of the car, looking up at the villa as if it were a five-star resort.
Just then, a girl with beautiful long hair and a bright smile appeared on the porch. âHey, guys! You made it!â she called out, waving enthusiastically.Â
âClaire?â Seokmin blurted, evidently surprised.
âSeokmin!â she squealed, running to him for a quick hug.
You noticed Wonwoo stiffen slightly at the sight of her, his expression shifting as he watched the reunion. It didnât go unnoticed by you, but Claire seemed blissfully unaware.
âWhat are you doing here?â Seokmin asked, backing away with a neutral expression.
The student council president came out before Claire could respond. âYouâve arrived! Good. Good. Have you met Claire?â he said, smiling at Claire. âClaire here was kind enough to offer their family villa, so this is going to be our home for the weekend.â
âOh, I know these guys. We go way back,â said Claire, referring to Seokmin and Wonwoo.
Prez introduced you to her and Claireâs smile widened as she extended her hand to you. âNice to meet you!â
âNice to meet you too!â you replied, trying to match her enthusiasm. You were still processing the sudden tension in the air, especially from Wonwoo.
âCome on in! The others are waiting.â
As the president guided you inside, you watched as Claire held Wonwoo by the arm and walked ahead of you. You felt a sudden surge of annoyance at her, clearly out of jealousy.
Seokmin leaned in to whisper in your ear. âThatâs Wonwooâs ex.â
The revelation hung in the air as you watched them. Wonwooâs expression was blank, while Claire remained upbeat.
As you stepped further inside the villa, you couldnât shake the feeling that this weekend was going to be more complicated than you had anticipated.
The first order of business in the villa was dinner. After arriving early, everyone gathered around for snacks and chatted, but by dinner time, the group split into twoâthose helping in the kitchen and those exploring the villa.
You hadnât planned on helping out in the kitchen, but when you noticed only a few had volunteered, you reluctantly joined in. A mistake, you realized, as your eyes drifted to the living room where Wonwoo sat with Claire beside him. She looked far too comfortable, leaning in close as they talked, her laughter ringing out over the murmur of conversations. Your chest tightened at the sight, the feeling of irritation and insecurity creeping up on you.Â
Itâs fine. Heâs allowed to have a past, you told yourself, gripping the knife a little tighter as you sliced through a watermelon. But does she have to sit so close? Exes shouldnât be too nice to each other. And does she have to appear now?
âHey, focus!â Jihoonâs voice cut through your thoughts as he nudged your shoulder. âYouâre going to cut yourself if youâre not careful.â
âOh, shit,â you muttered, blinking down at the cutting board. You had nearly reached the end of the watermelon and were dangerously close to nicking your finger
âWhy are you so distracted?â Jihoon teased, glancing briefly at Wonwoo and Claire before turning back to the stove. âRelax. Heâs yours. Iâm sure of it.â
You let out a dry laugh, though your stomach twisted. âYou canât be so sure. Not with his ex clinging to him like that.â
âI donât know... Heâs heading this way now, so I think Iâm right,â Woozi replied, stirring the contents of the pan with a knowing smile.
Before you could process Jihoonâs words, Wonwoo appeared beside you. His presence made the kitchen feel smaller.
âWhat are you doing?â he asked, his gaze fixed on the watermelon as he gently nudged you aside. His body brushed against yours as he took the knife from your hand, his touch lingering a little longer than necessary. He began slicing the fruit with ease.
Your pulse quickened. âWhat do you think?â you pouted, stepping aside but staying close enough for your elbows to brush every now and then.
âI think youâre trying to get my attention. Getting hurt and all,â he replied, making your jaw drop. He laughed at your expression. âArenât you?â
âI wasnât hurt,â you told him, rolling your eyes although your heart was fluttering at the sight of his smile. âAnd even if I did want your attention, I donât need to hurt myself to get it.â
Wonwoo nodded, agreeing. âYouâre right. You donât need to. Itâs one of your many talents.â
You took a paring knife and started slicing the pears, scooting closer to Wonwoo so your elbows touched slightly. âSeokmin told me Claire was your ex.â
Wonwoo hummed in response, not looking up from the watermelon he was slicing. âShe is. Freshman year.â
You stopped the urge to roll your eyes. âSo you did believe in love.â
âJust because I had girlfriends before doesnât mean I believe in love.âÂ
âYou know, I heard somewhere that people who claim not to believe in love tend to be the most hopeless romantic individuals to ever walk the Earth.â
âWhoever said that was lying,â he replied, shoving a small piece of watermelon in your mouth, his fingers lightly brushing your lips.
You chewed slowly, feeling a blush creep up your neck. The way Wonwooâs eyes lingered on your lips didnât go unnoticed by you. On an ordinary day, that would be a good opportunity to make fun of him, but after what happened in the car earlier, you could not bring yourself to tease him.
He cleared his throat, looking away and resuming his task. You glanced around, suddenly feeling self-conscious and didnât know where to put your hand, so you grabbed a slice of watermelon.
âItâs very sweet. Try it,â you said, offering the slice to him.
Without looking, Wonwoo leaned sideways to you and took a bite of the fruit. You instantly regretted that because now you were the one staring at his lips, recalling the vivid imagery of earlierâs kiss.
âWonwoo!â a voice called out from the living room, snapping you out of your imaginations. It was Claire and she didnât have anything to say, just waving at Wonwoo with a smile.
You glanced at Wonwoo who didnât even bother to show a reaction, let alone respond.
âDoes it bother you that sheâs here?â you asked, your voice softer now, more curious than playful.
He paused, his gaze finally meeting yours. âNo, it doesnât bother me.â
âSo youâre unbothered?â
âIâm unbothered.â
You tilted your head, eyes narrowing in playful suspicion. âYou know, I heard that people who say theyâre unbothered tend to be... well, very bothered.â
Wonwoo let out a small, resigned laugh, finally setting the knife down. His gaze softened as he turned to face you fully. âAgain with your odd wisdom.â He raised an eyebrow, his tone teasing but warm. âWhatâs next? People who claim to have allergies arenât actually allergic?â
âOh, I wouldnât go that far,â you shot back, laughing. âAllergies are backed by science. But being bothered when youâre in the same room as your ex? Thatâs a little harder to prove. Just like not believing in love.â
âYouâre too smart for your own good,â he said sarcastically. âI might need to practice my patience so I can keep up with your antics.â
âOh? Youâll do that instead of telling me to leave you alone?â
Wonwoo scowled lightly. âDid you forget what Seokmin said? That I hate it when people bother me?â he asked, reaching to tuck a few stray hairs behind your ear. âI donât hate you, so I wonât tell you to leave me alone.â
Your heart skipped a beat, but before you could reply, Claireâs voice carried over from the living room, breaking the moment. You glanced over, watching as she stood up, her eyes briefly meeting Wonwooâs before she looked away.
I have a feeling in my gut that sheâs doing this on purpose, you thought to yourself, narrowing your eyes slightly at the other girl.
âDinnerâs almost ready!â someone called from the kitchen, pulling your attention back.
Wonwoo didnât seem to notice Claire at all as he turned to the stove to help Jihoon with the final touches. After that, you moved to the backyard just as the evening settled into a cool, dusky warmth.Â
The smell of barbecue filled the air, rich and smoky. The large grill crackled and popped as steaks, skewers, and vegetables sizzled under Seokminâs watchfulâalbeit playfulâeye. You could hear him narrating the process dramatically to anyone who would listen, complete with sound effects.
âAnd now, behold! The perfectly grilled steak, sizzling under my masterful technique,â Seokmin proclaimed, waving his spatula like a wand.
You sat at one of the long picnic tables on the patio, nursing a cold drink and watching the light from the grill flicker across the faces of your friends. Wonwoo sat beside you, quietly observing the scene while Claireâwho had rejoined the groupâchatted animatedly with some others across the table. You were trying not to feel too aware of her presence, but it was impossible not to glance her way now and then.
âHey, are you going to give me a hand, or are you just going to sit there looking cute?â Seokmin called to you with a playful wink.
You snorted, setting your drink down and getting up. âYou know, you canât use that line for everything.â
Seokmin shook his head, grinning widely. âWho said itâs a line? You just happen to look cute all the time, okay? Now, get over here and help me with the skewers.â
Wonwoo chuckled beside you, and you gave him a teasing glance as you headed toward the grill. âDonât laugh too much, or youâll be next on Seokminâs target list.â
âIâll pass,â Wonwoo replied dryly, though his eyes followed you with a hint of amusement.
You reached the grill, where Seokmin handed you a plate of marinated vegetables to arrange onto skewers. âSo, howâs it going over there with Mr. Mysterious?â Seokmin asked in a low voice, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively as he leaned closer.
You raised an eyebrow at him. âWhat do you mean?â
Seokmin nudged you with his elbow. âDonât play dumb. I saw how you and Wonwoo were looking at each other earlier. Youâre practically making out with your eyes.â
You rolled your eyes, trying to hide the smile tugging at your lips. âOkay, you win. You are more invested in our relationship than me.â
âI told, didnât I?â he asked, giving you a knowing grin. âIâve known the guy for ages. Heâs not usually this... I donât know, present. Itâs like he actually pays attention when youâre around. Normally, heâs off in his own world.â
You opened your mouth to respond but were interrupted when Wonwoo appeared at your side, casually grabbing one of the skewers you had just finished assembling.
âHey!â you exclaimed, laughing. âYouâre supposed to let them cook first.â
Wonwoo raised an eyebrow, popping a piece of bell pepper into his mouth. âItâs good raw.â
Seokmin gasped dramatically. âItâs what?â
Wonwoo flicked Seokminâs forehead, discouraging his thoughts. âTake your mind out of the gutters.â
Seokmin rubbed the part of his forehead that Wonwoo flicked, grinning at you and wiggling his eyebrows knowingly. You playfully swatted his arm with the back of your hand.
âSo dirty-minded, go away,â you scolded though you were grinning.
Wonwoo smiled softly, and for a moment, the noise of the group around you faded. His gaze held yours, and you felt that familiar warmth spread through your chest again, that quiet tension that always seemed to hover between you.
Seokmin cleared his throat loudly, breaking the moment. âOkay, lovebirds, enough with the eyes! Weâve got mouths to feed.â
You blushed, turning back to the skewers as Seokmin gave you a teasing grin. He leaned over and whispered, âSee? What did I say? Sparks.â
âShut up,â you muttered, though you couldnât help smiling.
Seokmin sighed reminiscently. âMan, Iâm so single. I wish the others were here too.â
âRight? I wouldâve been fun to have them here,â you noted, remembering your rowdy friends.
âWe should do this again with them. Say âyesâ.â
âYes,â you replied, not missing a beat. âAbsolutely, yes.â
As the grilling continued, you could hear laughter and chatter all aroundâSeokminâs over-the-top narrations, Jihoon offering sarcastic commentary from where he stood near the grill, and Claireâs voice chiming in from the table, still carrying that same vibrant energy she had when you first arrived.
Once the food was ready, everyone gathered around the picnic tables, the platters piled high with grilled meats, skewers, and sides. The scent of charred meat and fresh herbs mixed with the cool evening breeze. The plates clinked as people passed around dishes, and conversations overlapped in the comfortable chaos of friends enjoying a good meal.
You found a spot next to Wonwoo again, your plate full, though you were more focused on the way his knee brushed against yours under the table. Each little touch felt like a secret between the two of you, unnoticed by everyone else.
Across the table, Prez pointed his fork at you and Wonwoo, grinning. âYou two are awfully close for two people who arenât dating.â
You almost choked on your food, but Wonwoo calmly sipped his drink, completely unfazed. âWeâre just eating, Prez,â he said, but his hand landing gently on your thigh under the table contradicted his statement.
âYeah, and sitting suspiciously close while doing it,â Seokmin quipped, wiggling his eyebrows. âJust saying. The grill master knows things.â
âYou really need to stop calling yourself that,â one of your companions teased, shaking her head at Seokmin.
Seokmin gasped dramatically. âExcuse me, maâam, but this title is earned through years of culinary excellence andââ
âHey, Claire, do you think Seokmin deserves the title of âgrill masterâ?â someone called from the other end of the table, cutting off his exaggerated speech.
Claire, who had been quiet for a while, looked up with a smile. âI mean, he did a good job, but I wouldnât go that far.â
The group erupted into laughter, and Seokmin threw his hands up in defeat. âFine, fine. Iâll accept the demotion.â
As the laughter died down, you felt Wonwoo lean a little closer, thumb rubbing your thigh over your jeans. He didnât say anything, but the way he quietly stayed by your side, even in the midst of all the noise, spoke volumes.
The evening carried on, full of easy laughter, good food, drunk anecdotes, and the soft glow of lanterns that lit up the patio as night fell. You couldnât remember the last time you felt this light, this content, as the warmth of the barbecue wrapped around you like a comfortable blanket and the buzz of alcohol numbed the cold air hitting your skin.
âYou alright?â Wonwoo asked, placing a hand over your back as you were resting your head on the table.
Everyone had gone back inside, save for a few others who continued their drinking by the poolside. You and Wonwoo were the only ones left at the table, mainly because you were tired and he didnât want to leave you.
You sat up and stared at him. âMy god, youâre so handsome. I could kiss you.â
âYouâre drunk.â
You snort. âIâm not drunk. I never get drunk!â you paused, staring at your index finger. âActually, I did get drunk⊠once, twice? Was it thrice? I donât remember. Anyway!â
You took a deep breath and tucked your hair behind your ears. âEven if Iâm not drunk, I always want to kiss you.â
âYou do?â he questioned, amused.
You stood up and stepped closer to him, he remained in his seat, watching you with soft eyes. You wobbled a bit but Wonwoo caught your arms firmly, keeping you steady. You held his face with your hands, squeezing his cheeks slightly. âDonât dodge this, okay?â
âSo? Did youâŠâ Seungcheol paused, hesitating. There was a hint of embarrassment on his face as he finished his sentence. â...kiss?â
You laughed, lolling your head back. âYouâre a grown-ass man and youâre hesitating to say the word âkissâ?â
Seungcheol shifted uncomfortably in his seat, looking away with a small pout. That expression intrigued you, surprised to know he could make such a face. Then again, what do you really know about him?
âItâs not my fault. The mood of your story is quite⊠Iâm not sure what to call it. Innocent? In a way?â
âI get what you mean. But to answer your question, we didnât kiss,â you jeered, rolling your eyes. âI blacked out and forgot, but he told me that we didnât kiss. He dodged it.â
âYou believed that?â
You shrugged. âWonwoo had no reason to lie about it. I mean, thatâs just out of character for him.â
âI see,â said Seungcheol, thinking. âSo? What happened next?â
You groaned, taking a big sip of your drink before continuing. âRemember Claire?â
âYeah, we do not like her.â
âGood, sheâs annoying,â you said, rolling your eyes. âShe was even more annoying the next day after that...â
Prez had a hike planned for the next day. The area was a popular spot for its beautiful river up the mountain, so you all agreed to go. When you heard a knock on your door, you had expected it to be Wonwoo, but instead, Jihoonâs smile greeted you.
âLooks like weâre carpooling today,â he said.
âWe are?â you asked, blinking in confusion.
Jihoon gave a half-shrug. âYeah, I thought the same. Figured youâd be with Wonwoo, but apparently, he already left.â
âWonwooâs gone?â You tried to keep your voice steady, masking the sting of disappointment that followed his words.
âYeah, he headed out early with Prez, Claire, and a few others,â Jihoon explained, noticing the subtle shift in your expression.
You forced a smile, quickly masking the sinking feeling in your chest. âWell, canât be helped. Iâll just grab my jacket.â
âTake your time. Calumâs not even ready yet, so weâve got a bit.â Jihoon leaned against the doorframe as you moved back inside to grab your things.
âWho else is with us?â you asked, emerging with your jacket and a small backpack.
âJust Calum,â Jihoon replied with a smirk. âWhich means we get to listen to him complain the whole way.â
You snorted, shaking your head. âWell, we better go before he decides to ditch us too.â
As the three of you arrived at the foot of the mountain, you spotted the rest of the group already gathered around the guide for a quick briefing. Your eyes immediately searched for Wonwoo. Sure enough, he and Seokmin were at the front of the line, both seemingly unaware that youâd arrived. A strange tension filled the air as your gaze lingered on Wonwoo, but you quickly pushed it aside, focusing on the hike ahead.
âOkay! Everybody ready to go?â the guide asked and everyone responded with a chorus of yesses.
You saw Wonwoo scanning the crowd behind him, stopping only when he locked eyes with you. There was a subtle change in his expression, something softer as if in recognition of you. He patted Prez on the back, saying something to him before he jogged toward you.
âThere you are,â he said with a small smile. âI thought you werenât coming?â
âWho said that?â you asked, genuinely perplexed.Â
âClaire. She said she heard you tell someone that you werenât coming out today.â
You smirked, annoyed at Claire and her obvious attempt to sabotage you. âAnd you didnât think to check with me?â
Wonwoo shrugged. âI didnât wanna wake you. You seemed pretty drunk last night.â
The annoyance you were feeling suddenly dissipated, replaced by shame as you recalled trying to kiss him last night. You looked away, covering your mouth in shock.
âAre you shy?â he asked, chuckling lightly. âThatâs new.â
You tutted at him and hit his arm playfully. âShut up.â
He chuckled, casually taking your sling bag and wearing it across his chest. âIâll take this.â
You grinned playfully. âAre you a gentleman now? Is it because youâve fallen in love with me?â
âNo. I just donât want to deal with you complaining about a heavy bag halfway through the hike.â
The hike started out smoothly, with the morning sun filtering through the trees. Your group moved at a comfortable pace, with chatter filling the air as you climbed higher, nearing the mountainâs scenic river. Claireâwho somehow found a way to walk next to Wonwoo and you, was leading the conversation close to Wonwoo, which irritated you more than youâd like to admit.Â
âAre you alright?â Jihoon asked quietly, his voice pulling you from your thoughts. He flashed you a knowing smirk, catching the direction of your gaze.
âIâm fine. Just⊠taking in the view,â you replied quietly.
Jihoon didnât seem convinced but dropped the subject. âWell, weâre almost there. Save your energy. Thereâs still the climb up to the ridge,â he added, pointing ahead to a steeper incline.
You felt a hand on your back and glanced at Wonwoo who just smiled at you. As the group made its way up, the conversation turned to reminiscing about old hiking trips. Claire, of course, found her way into this again, laughing as she talked about a time she and Wonwoo had hiked a similar trail.Â
âWonwoo was such a show-off back then,â she said with a laugh, nudging him. âYou remember that, right?â
You could hear the hint of nostalgia in her voice, but Wonwoo barely reacted. He just gave a polite nod, keeping his eyes on the trail ahead and his hand on your back.Â
âI was younger. Probably didnât know better.â
Claire smiled at his response, but there was something about the way she looked at himâlike she was waiting for more. It twisted something in your chest.
âYeah, when youâre younger, you make stupid decisions,â said Seokmin, laughing a tad bit louder than necessary. âYouâre so relatable, man. I try to forget my stupid decisions too. Especially the worst ones.â
You didnât know the context, but you grasped the picture Seokmin was trying to insinuate about Wonwoo and Claireâs history. For some reason, it made you feel better about yourself to know that Wonwooâs friend didnât like his ex.
After another thirty minutes of steady climbing, you reached the ridge, overlooking the crystal-clear river that sparkled in the distance. Everyone took a breath, the beauty of the view silencing the group momentarily.
âThis spot is perfect!â Prez called out, breaking the stillness as he bounced forward with his phone, ready to take pictures. âLetâs get some photos, everyone!â
Some of the group began to gather for a group shot, while others wandered around, taking in the scenery. You stayed back, wanting to enjoy the moment without Claireâs constant presence.
After a few photos and a lot of teasing from Seokmin, everyone dispersed, walking back toward the trail to continue on. As you moved ahead, you glanced at Wonwoo, who seemed quieter than usual, lost in his thoughts. You wondered if it was Claire getting to him, or if he was just being his typical reserved self.
The hike continued around the river, with a playful challenge thrown in along the way. Seokmin, always full of energy, dared anyone to balance on a fallen log that stretched across a small stream.
âCome on, whoâs got the best balance?â he called out, clapping his hands together. âItâs a rite of passage for this hike!â
Prez shook his head, grinning. âIâm out. Iâll leave that to the younger ones.â
Seokmin turned to you, eyebrows raised. âHow about you? I bet youâve got some hidden skills.â
You shook your head. âHave fun without me.â
âCome on!â Seokmin grinned, motioning for you to step up. âJust once. Letâs see who wins.â
âFine. You asked for this,â you told him, taking off your jacket and tying it across your hips.
The challenge began, and as you wobbled your way across the log, the others cheered from the sidelines. Seokmin was right behind you, steady but focused, and you could feel his presence as you tried not to lose your balance. A few slips here and there, but you made it across, jumping off the log with a victorious grin.
âNot bad, not bad!â Seokmin cheered, clapping his hands as he followed behind you, landing with ease.
You were catching your breath when you noticed Claire, standing a bit too close to Wonwoo, again sharing some kind of inside joke. Your stomach twisted as you watched them, the sight more irritating than the thought of falling off the log.
Feeling a bit frustrated, you turned away, pretending to check your bag but realized it was with Wonwoo. You sighed again, and then suddenly you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned to see Wonwoo, holding out his water bottle.
âYou didnât bring water, did you?â he said simply, eyes soft but unreadable. âDrink up.â
You blinked, caught off guard by the gesture. âOh⊠thanks.â
âDonât wanna have to carry you all the way back.â
You rolled your eyes, knowing he was only trying to downplay his concern for you. âOf course, of course.â
You took the bottle, your frustration softening as you realized heâd been paying attention. It wasnât much, but you loved it anyway. You basked in itâin his attention which seemed to be on you most of the time.
He didnât say anything more, just walked beside you as the group started unloading their stuff for a quick lunch by the river. The others went for a swim, led by Seokmin, as expected. You quietly took a sip of the water, the cool water hydrating you as you glanced over at Wonwoo in his usual quiet demeanor. He handed you a sandwich that heâd peeled open for you. Even though he wasnât saying much, his actions were enough, and you couldnât help but wonder what exactly was going through his mind.
After lunch, Seokmin managed to talk you into looking for wild berries. The guide mentioned there were plenty of wild berries around, so it sounded like a harmless adventure. You walked with Seokmin, Jihoon, and a few others, but Wonwoo decided to sit this one out, saying he was a bit tired. You glanced back at him, wondering why he didnât want to join. He simply gave you a small wave before sitting by the waterâs edge, his quiet presence still lingering in your thoughts.
As you wandered deeper into the trees with the group, the sound of laughter and rustling bushes filled the air. Seokmin was practically bouncing from one patch of greenery to the next, exclaiming every time he found a small cluster of berries.
âLook, these are the good ones! I told you I had an eye for this!â he boasted, holding up a handful of bright red berries.
âOkay, okay! We know youâre the berry master,â you teased, bending down to pluck a few yourself. But as you reached for another low-hanging cluster, you misjudged your footing on a slippery rock. The moss-covered surface gave way under your shoe, and before you could catch yourself, you stumbled forward, scraping your hand against a sharp branch. A sharp sting shot through your palm, and you hissed in pain, clutching your hand.
âOw!â You winced, inspecting the cut. It wasnât deep, but a small trickle of blood appeared, and the sting was enough to make you stop in your tracks.
âAre you alright?â Jihoon was quick to notice, walking over to check on you.
You waved him off with a sheepish smile, trying not to make a big deal of it. âYeah, I just slipped on a rock. Itâs not that bad.â
Seokmin, always the dramatic one, rushed over too. âWhoa, are you bleeding? Should we get you back? Do we need a first aid kit? A stretcher?â
You rolled your eyes but couldnât help laughing. âIâm fine. I just need to wash it off.â
But despite your attempts to brush it off, the sting lingered, and you felt a little foolish for not watching your step. Jihoon offered you his handkerchief to wrap around your hand for now. âHere, itâs not much, but it should help until we get back.â
âThanks,â you muttered, feeling a bit more embarrassed than hurt.
After a while, the group decided it was time to head back to the riverbank. As you approached, the sight of Wonwoo sitting alone by the water came into view. He was gazing out at the stream, looking serene.
When he saw you returning, his eyes instantly dropped to your hand, the makeshift bandage catching his attention. Without a word, he stood up and walked over to you, his brow furrowed slightly.
âWhat happened?â he asked sternly, his gaze locking onto yours.
âOh, I just slipped. Itâs nothing, really,â you said, trying to sound casual, though the throbbing in your palm said otherwise.
Wonwoo, however, didnât seem convinced. Without asking, he gently took your hand, carefully peeling back the cloth to look at the cut. His touch was soft but firm, and you felt your heart skip a beat as he inspected the wound.
âYou should clean this properly,â he said, his voice low, a hint of concern in his tone.
âI will, itâs justââ you started, but he was already pulling you toward the riverâs edge.
He crouched down by the water, motioning for you to follow. âCome here, rinse it off.â
You knelt beside him, dipping your hand into the cool water. The sting intensified for a moment before the fresh stream washed the dirt and blood away, leaving the cut cleaner. As if on cue, the guide appeared with a small first-aid kit, handing it to Wonwoo. He opened it, cleaning the wound with a steady hand before covering it with a Band-Aid.
âHere,â he murmured. âThis should be better than that cloth.â
You glanced at your hand, grateful, but Wonwoo's next words caught you off guard.
âYou said you donât need to hurt yourself to get my attention?â he asked, an almost teasing glint in his eyes.
You blinked, caught between amusement and exasperation. âI didnât do this on purpose! And you werenât even there when it happened. How is this an attempt at getting your attention?â
âYou came here with a wound,â he replied, his gaze softening slightly. âThat got my attention.â
You scoffed, shaking your head. âI didnât ask for you to clean it up or worry about me.â
For a moment, his brow furrowed as he studied you. âYou donât want me to?â
âWhat? Of course, I do!â you stammered, caught off guard by the sudden shift. âBut if youâre just going to hold it against me, no thanks. Iâll take care of myself.â
Wonwoo didnât let the comment slide. âAs if you have to take care of yourself. Lots of people will do that for you,â he said, scoffing as he nodded at Jihoon who was chatting animatedly with other people in a distance. âLike Jihoon, for example.â
You felt a spark of irritation flare. âGod, I hope youâre saying that because youâre jealous.â
Wonwooâs scoff came out a little too loud, and he quickly cleared his throat. âWhy would I be jealous?â
âExactly,â you said, pouting as you stood up abruptly, a wave of frustration rising in your chest. âYou donât like me enough to get jealous of other guys.â
Wonwoo stood up too, his expression softening just slightly. âLetâs go back together, okay? Donât go with Jihoon.â
You crossed your arms, turning away. âDid you hear me complain when you came here with your ex?â
Wonwoo fell quiet for a second longer than expected. When you turned to look at him, he was smiling. You raised an eyebrow, making him chuckle lowly.
âYou don't have to worry about her.â
âI'm not worried,â you denied, huffing. âWhy would I be worried? I'm a 10. 2 hot 2 handle.â
Wonwoo chuckled, pulling you by the waist and wiping your damp forehead. âDon't hang out with Seokmin too much, you're starting to sound like him.â
You didn't say anything, too caught up in the feeling of being close to him to form a coherent sentence.
âCome on. Letâs pack up,â he said, quietly dismissing whatever it was that just happened between you.
After the hike, you all went back to the villa to pack and get ready for the long drive home. Everyone seemed to be moving in slow, tired motions, still buzzing with the high of a day spent outdoors, but ready to settle into the comfort of a car seat. You grabbed your jacket and water bottle, feeling a slight soreness from the hike, but overall content with how the day had gone.
When Wonwoo finished loading your stuff in the trunk, you made your way to the shotgun and sat there while waiting to leave. Claire appeared at your window, startling you a little. She was smiling as she knocked.
âHi, Won,â she greeted as if she couldnât see you there. âYou didnât forget your promise, right? That youâd give me a ride back?â
âOf course,â Wonwoo replied.
âYay, thank you!â she said, opening the front seat door, much to your confusion.
Claire stared at you for a while, making you feel self-conscious all of a sudden. You gave her an inquiring look, which she returned with a raised eyebrow, gesturing for you to get off.
âDo you want me to get off so you can sit here?â you asked aloud, genuinely curious. âSeriously?â
âWhatâs going on?â Wonwoo asked, making you glance at him.
Claire spoke before you could respond. âOh, I donât mean to offend you or anything. Itâs just⊠well, I get woozy when I sit in the backseat for long drives. Wonwoo knows this. I hope you understand.â
Her words seemed innocent enough, but her tone grated on you. You glanced at Wonwoo, half-expecting him to shoot down the excuse for what it wasâa blatant attempt to sit next to him. Instead, he gave a simple nod, signaling for you to move.
Your heart sank. Seriously? It was obvious what she was doing. Glaringly obvious. And yet, he was just... fine with it? You bit back your frustration, forcing a polite smile as you got out of the shotgun seat.
âOh, thanks a lot! Youâre such an angel,â Claire gushed as she slipped into the seat beside Wonwoo. Her voice was dripping with exaggerated sweetness, but there was a glint of malice in her eyes that you were sure only you could see because her back was on Wonwoo.
âI have snacks,â she added to Wonwoo, pulling out a bag. âWe can share it. I know you like to nibble on something when driving.â
Still silent, deadpan, you slid into the backseat, trying not to let it bother you. You stared out the window, hoping somethingâanythingâwould distract you from the irritation building up. Then you spotted Seokmin jogging toward the car, his usual carefree grin plastered on his face.
That was a relief. Seokmin is fun so youâd probably be too busy laughing to even notice the two other people in front of you.
You moved to open the door for him, but he went straight to knock on Wonwooâs window.
âWhatâs going on? I thought you said you were too tired to drive?â Seokmin called through the rolled-down window.
âYeah, I was waiting for you,â Wonwoo replied, his voice light as he opened the door to step out.
You blinked in confusion as Seokmin slid into the driverâs seat, chatting animatedly. Wonwoo made his way to the back, where you sat still trying to piece together what just happened. When he reached for the door, you instinctively tugged it shut, surprising both of you.
âOh, sorry,â you blurted, opening it again quickly, your cheeks flushing. Wonwoo raised an eyebrow but said nothing, just chuckled softly as he pulled the door open himself.
He settled next to you, draping an arm over the seat. âWhereâs our blanket?â he asked, glancing around.
âOurââ you started, then caught yourself. âItâs⊠uh⊠there!â
You pointed toward the compartment near the gear shift. Wonwoo reached for it, undoing the fold and casually covering himself with it.
âHey, I brought that for myself,â you protested, though there was no real heat behind your words.
âIâm cold. If you need it, you can scoot closer,â he teased, the corners of his mouth twitching into a small smile.
âDonât just hog it,â you complained, tugging the blanket but Wonwoo tutted, glaring at you playfully before scooting closer to you and covering you with the blanket.
Seokmin, who had been fiddling with the carâs controls, sighed dramatically, tilting his head toward you two. âIâve never felt so single until now.â
You rolled your eyes, but the smile tugging at your lips was undeniable. As the car finally started moving, you caught Claireâs icy stare in the rearview mirror. She was not enjoying the ride at all, and you hadnât even left the parking lot yet.
The ride back to the university had been a blur. After the initial chatter and laughter, the exhaustion from the hike finally caught up to you. You vaguely remembered the sound of Seokminâs playful banter, Claireâs chipper voice fading in and out, and the muffled conversations that filled the car, but most of it was a fog.
By the time you woke up, the sun had dipped lower in the sky. You blinked groggily, your eyes taking a moment to adjust. It was then you realized your head was resting on Wonwooâs arm, nestled comfortably against his shoulder. The scent of his hoodie filled your senses, and you stiffened slightly, unsure how long youâd been using him as your personal pillow.
You hesitated to move, not wanting to wake him if he had dozed off too, but then you felt him shift. His arm flexed slightly under your weight, and you quickly sat up, feeling your face grow warm as you straightened yourself.
âSorry, was I heavy?â you started, voice still heavy with sleep.
Wonwoo turned his head toward you, a soft smile playing on his lips. âItâs fine. You looked tired.â His voice was calm, as if it was no big deal, and somehow that made you relax a little.
You glanced out the window to see familiar buildings coming into view. The car was already pulling into the university parking lot, the journey back seemingly much shorter than expectedâprobably because youâd slept through most of it.
Seokmin was the first to break the silence from the front seat, stretching dramatically as the car came to a stop. âFinally! I thought weâd be driving forever.â
Claire, who had been unusually quiet toward the end of the ride, turned in her seat to glance at you and Wonwoo with a tight smile. âDid you get enough sleep back there?â she asked, her tone sugary but edged.
You smiled politely, pretending not to notice the underlying tone of her question. âYeah, I feel better now, thanks.â
Stepping out of the car, you pulled the blanket tighter around your shoulders as the cool evening breeze hit you. Wonwoo came around the side of the car, his backpack slung over one shoulder and yours in his hand, his expression as calm and unreadable as always. You walked together in silence toward the dorms, the sounds of your friendsâ voices fading behind you.
âI guess thatâs the end of our little trip,â you said softly, breaking the quiet between you.
âYeah,â Wonwoo replied, glancing over at you. âIt was fun.â
You nodded, the memory of the hike and the car ride settling into something softer, quieter. You couldnât recall every detail of the trip, but a few things stuck with youâthe feeling of warmth each time he attended to you, the quiet closeness that had lingered in the space between you, and although it had been a silly joke, the kiss that you shared with him in the car.
At the dorm entrance, he paused, turning to you with a small flicker of worry on his face. âHowâs your hand?â
âThis? Oh, itâs totally fine,â you said, showing him your hand. âYou took really good care of it.â
Wonwoo gave a slight nod, his lips curling into a faint smile.
He walked you all the way to your room, with your bag in his hand while you kept talking to him, asking him this and that like a curious toddler.Â
âWhat are you doing today?â
Wonwoo shrugged. âProbably working on an assignment.â
You raised a brow, pushing the conversation further. âAnd after that?â
âGaming, maybe,â he replied with a small smirk, clearly entertained by your persistent questioning.
You tilted your head, pretending to think deeply. âDo you need help with the assignment?â
He gave a short laugh, shaking his head. âNo, Iâve got it.â
As you reached the door to your room, you hesitated, glancing at him. The idea of letting the day end here felt anticlimactic, and you werenât ready to let it slip away so easily. He stood there, still holding your bag, his usual calm expression giving nothing away.Â
âDo you wanna come in for a bit?â you asked, glancing at him.Â
He blinked, a little surprised. âWhy?â
âSo I can hang out with you more,â you answered honestly, flashing him a playful smile. âYou can get started on that assignment and I promise not to bother you too much.â
His eyes flickered to the door, then back to you, his lips quirking into that small, barely-there smile he often wore. âSure.â
You opened the door and stepped inside, the cool air from your room greeting you as you flicked on the lights. It wasnât muchâa cozy little dorm room with just enough space for a bed, desk, a single couch, a built-in closet, and a small shelf where you kept a stash of snacks.
âMake yourself comfortable,â you said, motioning to the small couch by the window. You placed your bag down and went over to the mini-fridge. âIâve got some juice or water. Or⊠ah, here we go,â you smiled, pulling out a couple of sodas. âWould you like some?â
Wonwoo took a seat, casually stretching his long legs out in front of him, his gaze following you as you handed him a can. He accepted it with a nod, popping it open with a soft hiss. The sound filled the quiet room, making the moment feel more intimate somehow.
He opened his laptop and began working, but you couldnât help glancing over at him every now and then. The subtle shift of his focus, the way his fingers moved over the keyboardâit was distracting in a way you werenât expecting. You grabbed a bag of chips and sat on the floor next to the couch, close enough that your shoulder pressed slightly on his leg.
âWhy are you on the floor?â he asked, reaching for the side of your head and rubbing his thumb through your hair.
âI donât wanna eat on the bed,â you replied, leaning slightly in his touch. âIâm fine, you can keep working,â you added, pulling up an app on your phone.
You were content with the quietâboth of you immersed in your own different bubbles, but still feeling the warmth radiating from each other. You didnât think youâd actually keep your promise to be quiet and let him work, but here you are.
âSo, about the hikeâŠâ Wonwoo said after a while, leaning back into the cushions as he stretched out his fingers. âDid you enjoy it?â
You took a sip of your soda, trying to act nonchalant. âYeah, it was nice. Different.â
âDifferent?â
âIn a good way.â You smiled. âI didnât expect to have that much fun either. Well, except for the part where I hurt myself,â you added with a playful grimace, showing him your bandaged hand again.
Wonwooâs eyes softened as he glanced at your hand. âJust be careful next time.â
There was a pause. You could feel him watching you, and when you finally looked up to meet his gaze, there was something in his eyes that made you feel both nervous and confident at the same time. It felt like the perfect moment to say something, to push the boundary of whatever this tension was between you.
Wonwoo put his laptop away. âCome here,â he said, patting his lap.
You stood up almost immediately, placing your arm around his neck as you lowered yourself down on his toned thighs. Not many words were exchanged between youâyou didnât need to anyway, you both knew exactly what you wanted.
Wonwooâs lips met yours in a soft, lingering touch, as if testing the waters. But after a second, a wave of heat surged through you, and you felt your entire body come alive. His lips were soft, warm, and tasted faintly of the soda he'd had earlier, and you couldnât help but lean in closer, deepening the kiss.
He responded almost immediately, a low, quiet sound escaping him as his hands found your waist, pulling you flush against him. His fingers dug into your sides, not harshly, but enough to make your breath hitch. The room around you disappearedâthere was no bed, no walls, no anything. Just the two of you lost in each other.
Your lips parted, allowing the kiss to deepen, and when his tongue swept across your lower lip, a shiver ran down your spine. It wasnât just a kiss anymore. It was something more, something primal, and hotâvery hot. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, needing more of him, and he obliged, his lips moving against yours with more urgency, more need.
You gasped when his teeth grazed your lower lip, the sensation sending a shock of pleasure through your body, and your knees weakened. His arms tightened around you, holding you steady, as though he could sense how much you were melting into him.
When you pulled back, you were in awe, staring at him with your mouth hanging open. Wonwoo smiled a content smileâproud, even, as he traced the outline of your face with his thumb.
âWow, that was so much better than what we did in the car,â you blurted before you could think about it. âI mean⊠heh. Not saying that one was bad, just, you know. This one is better.â
He chuckled softly, his gaze lingering on you a moment longer before reaching for his laptop. His focus reverted back to his work, which caught you off-guard since you were still sitting on his lap, with his hand supporting your back.
Heâs not seriously going back to his assignment, is he? you pondered, a bit disappointed. But he did, pulling you closer slightly as he used his two hands to type.
You casually slid out of his lap, sitting your butt on the armrest, but he held your legs in place just as you were about to get off completely, so you just left it there. For the next hour, you sat there together, him working on his assignment, and you scrolling through your phone.
You were both silentâheâd always been quiet, but you? Your mouth may be quiet, but your mind is spiralingâoverthinking, replaying, wondering, and projecting different scenarios in your headâall while celebrating another blissful kiss from Wonwoo.
In the days that followed, things between you and Wonwoo felt differentâ and unmistakably so. It wasnât just the quiet, stolen glances anymore, or the playful teasing that came so naturally. There was a shift in the way you interacted, in the way he smiled more often, and in how he seemed more comfortable around you.
Before, it had always been you who initiated any kind of physical touch in publicâholding his hand, a playful nudge, resting your head on his shoulder when you were tired. But now, it was him, too. Wonwoo would casually drape an arm across the back of your chair when you sat together in the library, or he'd give your shoulder a quick squeeze as you passed him by in the hallway. In private, he would hold your hand, or rest his hand on your thigh when you were out with friends. There was nothing over the top about itâjust small, simple gesturesâbut the warmth of it lingered each time, leaving your heart racing a little faster.
One afternoon, you both sat in a quiet corner of a cafe, sipping iced coffee while you pretended to focus on your assignments. Wonwoo was clicking away on his laptop, his attention mostly on the screen, but every now and then, heâd look up, meet your gaze, and flash you that rare, quiet smile that made you melt just a little.
âYouâve been smiling a lot lately,â you teased, narrowing your eyes at him.
He didnât look up, but his lips curved upward. âWhat? I always smile.â
âNot like this. Youâve been smiling because of me.â
Wonwoo finally met your gaze, rolling his eyes in mock exasperation. âI smile for a lot of people.â
âOh? Do you kiss a lot of people too?â you shot back, leaning forward and watching as a faint flush touched his ears.
He shook his head, still smiling but retreating behind his usual mask of aloofness. âThat was a fluke. And I didnât kiss you, you kissed me.â
You gasped dramatically. âYou filthy little liar!â
He simply chuckled but didnât argue further. Instead, he glanced over at your half-empty cup and nudged it toward you. âFinish your drink, or youâll complain about all the ice melting away later.â
Your heart fluttered at the subtle care behind his words. Wonwoo wasnât the type to outwardly fawn over anyone, but these little moments showed how much he paid attention. You wanted to impress him, so you drained your cup in one go, even though you were already full. He chuckled softly, giving you a look that said he saw right through you.
It wasnât all just the proximity and teasing, though. Youâd started noticing how you both went out of your way to take care of each other. You would save him snacks from lunch or remind him about deadlines, just wanting to show you cared. He, in turn, would grab an extra coffee for you in the mornings or walk you to class when it got dark, without making a big deal out of it. He was thoughtful, considerateâgenuinely so.
Later that evening, you met up with him for dinner at a small restaurant near the campus, you greeted him with your usual chipper smile.
âIs that a scrunchie?â you asked, eyeing the yellow lace scrunchie around his pulse.
âHmh?â He glanced at his wrist. âOh. Yeah, itâs a backup.â
âBackup?â
âYou keep losing yours when we go out. I got this for backup.â
âAw. Youâre so obsessed with me and I totally understand. I meanââ With flair, you flicked your hair out of your shoulder. âJust look at me.â
âDonât push it,â he warned, taking the scrunchie from his wrist and handing it to you. âFix your hair. I donât want it in my soup.â
You took it with a teasing grin. âThanks. You could have just gotten those plain black hair ties though. That way, I wouldnât feel too bad for losing them.â
âI thought it would look good on you,â he mumbled but you heard him just fine.
Out of habit, you wouldâve teased himâasked if heâs falling for you. But the way he looked away with the tiniest hint of shyness, the red tint on his ears, and the slight furrow of his browsâthey all made your heart race. You needed not to ask, the fact was staring right back at you.
The thought of Wonwoo finally falling in love with you was dauntingâterrifying in the best way. But you didnât know how to navigate this phase.
You decided to keep things playful, like always. âAre you falling in love with me, Jeon Wonwoo?â you teased, leaning forward with a mischievous glint in your eyes.
Wonwoo scoffed, leaning back in his chair with an air of practiced indifference. âIâm not falling in love with anyone,â he denied smoothly.
âMaybe not,â you shot back, a knowing grin curling your lips. âBut you definitely like me.â
Just then, the server approached, a middle-aged woman with kind eyes and a gentle smile. âOh, to be young again,â she said, her gaze flitting between you two. âYou two look adorable together. How long have you been dating?â
âWeâre not dating,â you said automatically, flashing the woman a charming smile. âItâs just me. I like him a lot, and heâs⊠well, heâs just putting up with my antics.â You scrunched your nose for added effect, fully expecting the server to move on.
But the woman tilted her head thoughtfully. âIsnât that what a couple is?â she said, her smile widening.
You blinked, taken aback by her question. âSorry?â
âIf you like him, and he puts up with all your silly antics,â she continued with a hearty laugh, âthen youâre a couple.â
Your heart skipped a beat, the teasing atmosphere suddenly charged with a different kind of tension. You glanced at Wonwoo, half-expecting him to deny it too. But he just stared back at you, lips quirking into an amused smile, saying nothing.Â
This wasnât the first time someone mistook you for a couple. Youâd lost count of how many times people asked things like, âWhen did you start seeing each other?â And every time, you laughed it off, always the first to deny it, brushing away the idea with a joke. Not because you didnât want it to be trueâbut because you were scared of making Wonwoo uncomfortable, scared of pushing something he wasnât ready to acknowledge. Wonwoo, however, never once denied it, though he never really confirmed it either.
âHave you decided on your order yet?â the woman asked, prompting your attention.
After dinner, you walked back to the campus, completely satisfied by the good food. You were clinging on Wonwooâs arm, your head swaying from side to side as you hummed a song that you liked listening to these days.
âWhy do you keep telling everyone weâre not a couple?â he asked out of nowhere, making you glance up at him in surprise.
âBecause weâre not?â you replied, brow furrowed.
A smirk tugged at his lips, his gaze fixed straight ahead. âFor someone whoâs supposedly head over heels for me, you seem to hate it when people think weâre a couple.â
âI donât hate it. I actually like it!â you defended, tightening your grip on his arm. âIâm denying it for your sake. I donât want you to feel uncomfortable.â
âUncomfortable?â he echoed, glancing down at you.
You paused, biting your lip, trying to think of how to respond. âBecause⊠I guess I just didnât want to assume you were okay with it. I didnât want to make it weird by pushing something you hadnât even said you wanted.â
âWhy would you go out of your way worrying about me when I donât even make a big deal out of it?â
His tone was casual, almost indifferent, but there was something in the way he said itâsomething that made your heart skip. You opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out. You couldnât quite piece together what he was really getting at. It was confusing and you didnât want to make your own conclusions.
Wonwoo let out a soft sigh, moving a step ahead of you, his hands slipping into his pockets as he walked on.
âHey, wait up!â you called after him, jogging to catch up, completely unaware of the small, knowing smile that played on his lips.
BACK IN the present, Seungcheol scoffed and started clapping, shaking his head as he leaned back in his chair. âWow.â
You frowned, confused. âWhat? Why are you clapping?â
He stopped, resting his hands on his thighs and giving you a sarcastic smile. âYou were so dense, itâs embarrassing.â
âHey! Whatever happened to just listening and not judging?â
You were in your dorm room again, the familiar comfort of your space wrapping around both of you. It had become routineâspending time here, where you could sit across from him or lie together in peaceful silence. Wonwoo, as usual, had his legs crossed, leaning on the backrest of the couch, looking more relaxed than ever as he talked about his plans for the future.Â
It was the kind of conversation that youâd expect from Wonwoo. He had been so open about his future, talking about post-college job prospects and what he planned to do with his IT degree. You listened, intrigued by his calm and composed outlook.
âWhat about you?â he asked, catching you off-guard.
It was odd to be caught off-guard because of the way your conversation was going, it was expected of Wonwoo to ask about your plans too. At the time, it hadnât sunk in yet, but you remembered that you were already a senior and would soon be graduating. It was a difficult question for youâa student who didnât know what to do to launch the career she wanted to pursue.
âWhat do you wanna do?â he asked again, tilting his head in the way he did when he knew you werenât paying attention.
You found yourself drifting, your gaze shifting from his eyes to his lips. It was a habit now, the way your eyes traced the curve of his mouth whenever he spokeâhow his lips moved with each word, the subtle way they pressed together in thought. You barely registered the question he had just asked, lost in the subtle details of him.
âHey?â
You blinked, your gaze snapping back to his eyes, but the words tumbled out before you could think. âI so badly want to kiss you right now.â
Wonwoo sighed, like he was almost bored, and you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks. His non-reaction is only comical to you now.
You shrugged, already moving to stand up. âNever mind, then.â
You turned to leave but then came a sudden tug that had you sitting on Wonwooâs lap, a brief glimpse of him swiftly taking his glasses off and tossing them aside before his lips crashed into yoursâall in a span of two seconds.Â
You were dumbfounded, but you immediately returned his kiss with the same amount of fervor.
âThere. Happy?â he muttered, looking bored, though you werenât fooled by his attempt to downplay what had just happened.
You blinked, still catching your breath. Slowly, you pouted as you reached out to fix the collar of his shirt. âI donât really wanna talk about careers right now.â
âOkay,â he said, shrugging. âThen letâs talk about us.â
âUs?â you echoed, trying to sound casual, though your pulse had quickened.
He nodded, watching you with gentleness on his face that gave you butterfli. âYeah. Us. Me, you, and what we want this relationship to be.â
The room felt still, his words hanging in the air between you. You couldnât stop staring at himâat the way, his dark eyes softened as they traced your face, the way his lips parted ever so slightly as if there was something more he wanted to say but couldnât bring himself to.
Your heart was pounding, your pulse echoing in your ears, and the proximity of himâso close, so invitingâwas intoxicating. He looked at you with a quiet intensity, his gaze flickering down to your lips, and in that instant, something between you snapped.
Wonwoo grabbed your face and pressed his lips onto yoursâsoftly, languidly, like heâd been deprived of it for so long that he wanted to savor every second of it. You quietly kissed him back, closing your eyes to immerse yourself. Every touch felt electric. The way his hands slid up your back, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. The way his lips moved with a rhythm that seemed to match the pounding of your heart. It was overwhelmingâthe intensity of it, the way you could feel his heart beating through his chest, how the heat was engulfing you from head to toe.
You pulled back for a moment, just enough to catch your breath, but your forehead stayed pressed against his. His breath was warm against your lips, and his eyesâhalf-lidded and dark with desireâlocked onto yours. He didnât say anything, but he looked at you like you were the only person in the world that mattered. You could still taste him on your lips, the memory of the kiss lingering, sending a thrill through you all over again.
âKiss me like that again and Iâm gonna take it as your confession of love,â you said, breaking the silence.
Wonwoo rolled his eyes and kissed you again with the same amount of sweet abandon. You gasped when he pulled away, utterly shocked.
âIs that⊠Is that your confession of love?â
âYouâre impossible,â he sighed.
Before you could say anything else, his hand cupped the back of your neck, pulling you in for another kiss. This time, it was deeper, hungrier. His lips molded against yours, his grip on you tightening as though he couldnât bear to let you go. You moaned softly into his mouth, the sound swallowed by the kiss as he tilted his head, changing the angle to kiss you even harder.
You felt dizzy, lightheadedâcompletely consumed by him. His lips, his touch, his scentâall of it was too much, yet not enough at the same time. You wanted more of him, more of this.
Your hips bucked forward, slamming onto his crotch where you found out that he too was being spurred further into the pit of desire. The contact made Wonwoo grunt, nipping your lower lip and wrapping strong arms around your waist.Â
Breathless, you pulled away, staring into his eyes and wondering if this was actually happening. Wonwoo lifted you by your thighs and moved from the couch to the bed in a heartbeat. There, he carefully laid you down, running gentle fingers through your hair.
âWonwooâŠâ you whispered, unsure of what you were going to say, but needing to break the silence.
He pressed a thumb on your lip, shushing your softly before kissing you again. This time, he abandoned your lips too quickly, moving his kisses down to your jaw and up to your earlobe. The tickling sensation spread through your nerves, intensified by his hand slipping under your shirt to palm your breast. You moaned out, arching toward his touch as your way of asking for more.
Wonwooâs lips left your ear, trailing to your neck down to your collarbone. His hands were busy with the buttons of your shirt, all while you were angling your neck to give him better access of your skin.
He pulled back once he was done with the buttons, marveling at the sight of your body, and letting out a sharp exhale before lifting the hem of his shirt and tossing it across the room.
âI can do a lot more without those,â he rasped, gesturing at your underwear and you hurriedly took them off.
While you were fiddling with the hook of your bra, Wonwoo dived down to kiss your belly, sucking with an intensity that you knew would leave tiny bruises on your skin. He was moving upwards, grabbing a boob as he peppered his path with kisses and then taking his mouth to meet your nipple. As if by his design, he sucked your nipple and pressed his fingers on your sex at the same time.
The moan you let out was throaty, spurred on by the ministrations of his mouth and his fingers. He rubbed tentative circles on your cunt, trying to find your clit based on your reactions. When he did find it, your mouth parted open as you took a sharp intake of breath, and the confidence on Wonwooâs face made you want him even more than you already did.
âOh, I see,â he grinned, licking a stripe on your neck. âThatâs the spot, isnât it?â
You bit your lower lip, trying not to lose your mind with just this. âSince when were you so arrogaâagh!â
âShh, youâre distracting me,â he said after pushing a finger in your cunt that had you gasping. He watched you writhe underneath him, going absolutely feral with just a finger. When he pushed another one inside, you were close to crying, whimpering, and clenching around his fingers.
âWonwoo pleaseâŠâ you whined, forehead creased and lips downturnedâdesperate, needy. âInside, baby. Please.â
âCome on. Say it properly. I canât give you what you want unless you speak to me clearly.â
You threw your head back and sobbed before meeting his gaze again to say, âFuck me, Wonwoo. I need you to fuck me really really good.â
Wonwoo groaned softly, clenching his jaw as he pulled his fingers out of your pussy. He shimmied out of his sweatpants and positioned himself between your legs, watching you with half-lidded eyes.
You watched in anticipation as he licked his fingers and used them to palm his erection. As he did, your breath hitched, chest heaving up and down as you waited patiently for him to do what he came to do. He lowered himself, placing his hands beside your head as he prodded your entrance with his cock.Â
Finally, you let out a guttural moan as he pushed inside you with one messy stroke. The nerves all over your body were rejoicing, feeling both relief and a delightful pain as your cunt stretched exquisitely.
âDamn, look at you,â he drawled, leaning lower to give your open mouth a sloppy kiss. âI didnât know you could get any prettier. If I did, I would have done this a long time ago.â
âMove, Wonwoo,â you managed to rasp out, not even trying to hide the desperation in your voice. âPlease, move. Please, please, please, please!â
He did as you asked, moving languidly as he practiced the clench. That didnât take long. In no time, he was rocking inside you over and over in a rhythm that made you lose your mind. You writhed and whimpered, urging Wonwoo to keep going.
When it looked like you couldnât take any more, he paused for a bit, squeezing your skin as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. Then he lifted your leg over his shoulder and rammed deeply into you, grunting at how tightly you clung onto his manhood.
âFuck,â he groaned, pausing to take a break. You reached to wipe the sweat forming on his forehead and saw the expression on his faceâsomething between pained and delighted. âWeâre not done yet,â he said, hovering over you and ravishing your neck before picking up where he left off.
You kept at it, moving in sync with each other, getting lost in a blur of passion and desire. Your mind was clouded, thinking about nothing except satisfaction and release. You rose to meet his thrust, clawing at his back as you desperately chased a high that was almost within reach.
âOh, Wonwoo,â you cried out, eyes rolling back just before the pulsating release engulfed you with euphoria.
âDamn it,â Wonwoo murmured, his thrusts becoming sloppy and unsteady as he chased his own climax, driven further into a high by your blissed-out face.
When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathless, staring at the ceiling with nothing but the sound of your ragged breathing to break the silence. You turned on your side, moving toward him and resting your head on his arm. His hands found a spot on your waist, thumb absentmindedly tracing small circles on your skin.
âIs this the part where I ask if I could be your boyfriend?â he asked, breaking the silence.
You giggled. âWeâre way past that now. But Iâd say âyesâ just for the sake of it.â
âBut I donât believe in love. Is that okay?â
You rolled your eyes. âItâs okay.â
âItâs overrated.â
âYes, youâve told me that,â you replied, chuckling lightly.
He turned on his side so he could face you, his eyes gleaming with affection and fondness. Those eyes were directed at you. âIâm not good at this. And I donât know what to call this, but I know I canât stand the idea of not being yours.â
You kissed his cheek. âItâs fine, Wonwoo. If you want me like I want you, it doesnât matter what we call it.â
âOkay, babe,â he grinned, pushing your hair out of your shoulder. He brushed his thumb over the skin of your neck, staring intently at it. âI may or may not have left someâŠâ he trailed off. â...marks.â
You gasped, sitting up with a jolt and hitting his chest. âJeon Wonwoo!â
Wonwoo simply grinned, propping himself on his elbow as he wiggled his eyebrows at you.
âThe girls are gonna see that and know that we had sex!â
He shrugged. âTheyâll probably just say something like, âAbout damn timeâ, you know?â
You rolled your eyes. âYouâre annoying,â you said, standing up at once and heading for the bathroom. Wonwoo followed behind you, draping an arm around your shoulder and then kissing the side of your head.
âIâm sorry. I wonât do it again,â he said, chuckling lightly.
âNo, do it again,â you said sheepishly, looking away. âJust⊠not where people can see it.â
You peeked at Wonwooâs face and saw him sporting a massive grin. âIâll keep that in mind.â
From the start of your official relationship, things shifted dramatically. Wonwoo was completely different from his usual aloof self. Heâd be all over youâholding your hand, lying on your lap, hugging you from behind, anything as long as he was attached to you. Heâd hold your hand even when the two of you were quietly reading booksâa habit he eventually picked up from you after your constant attempts to get him to read an actual physical book made of paper.
Your dorm room, as always, was the prime spot for these intimate moments. Heâd lazily wrap his arms around you, leaning in to steal kisses when you least expected it. The guy who once seemed indifferent now craved your touch.
When hanging out with friends, it was no different. Wonwoo would always reach for you without looking because he knew youâd always be within his reach. He would casually intertwine his fingers with yours, or simply place a hand on your thigh. It was so second nature that he did it once to Hoshi by mistake, his hand absentmindedly landing on Hoshiâs knee while he played a game. Hoshi, immediately recognizing his chance to mess with him, leaned his head on Wonwooâs shoulder, pretending to cuddle closer.
Still blissfully unaware, Wonwoo absentmindedly reached up and cupped Hoshi's cheek, rubbing gentle circles with his thumb.
âMan, I didnât realize you were this clingy,â Hoshi teased, leaning into the warmth.
Wonwoo blinked, his brain catching up, and when the realization hit, he let out a horrified gasp, retracting his hand so quickly it was like he'd been burned. âHoshi, what theâ!â he stammered, scooting away from him as far as possible.
Across the room, you were in stitches laughing with the rest of your friends, watching the whole thing unfold.
âBabe,â Wonwoo called out to you, almost desperately, making a beeline toward where you sat. The sudden, affectionate tone in his voice had everyone cringing.
âI could never get used to this,â Jun said, shaking his head with exaggerated disbelief
âI hate it when they call each other that,â Seokmin added with a mock grimace. âLike, okay, youâre not single and lonely. We get it.â
Wonwoo pouted as he made his way to you, wrapping his arms around you like a child seeking comfort. âI missed you,â he mumbled dramatically into your shoulder, sending another wave of exaggerated groans through your friends.
You playfully tapped his forehead. âIâm like five steps away.â
âThatâs five steps too far,â he said, all mock seriousness, burying his face into the crook of your neck while the others looked away in mock disgust.
Moments like this had become common now, where he let little things slip that showed just how much he cared. Yet, he still clung to his old habit of feigning indifference, as though denying his feelings made it easier to hide how deeply heâd fallen for you. But it was all in good fun, and you found it adorable when he would switch back to his aloof, âtoo coolâ personality just to see you smile.
Despite the teasing, you liked this new side of him. It felt good knowing Wonwoo was willing to show both you and your friends a part of himself that not everyone got to see. Your relationship had leveled up, and it was evident not just in the way he acted but in the ease you felt together now
âCan we go back to when the only simp in this friend group was her?â Jill asked, pointing at you. âWonwooâs giving me the creeps.â
Feigning offense, you placed your hands on your hips and said, âWow, okay. Sue me for being drop-dead gorgeous and having a boyfriend whoâs head-over-heels with me. Whatever.â
âDonât listen to them, babe. Jealous friends are fake friends,â said Wonwoo, covering your ears and kissing the side of your head.
âHe was perfect. The best boyfriend one could ever ask for, except for the part where he didnât believe in love. Actually, that didnât even matter in the long run because he was still such a great guy,â you recounted, sighing contently as you gazed at the horizon, the warm colors of the sunset painting the sky. âI had never met anyone like him again. I donât think I will.â
Next to you, Seungcheol furrowed his brows slightly, the confusion evident on his face. âIf he was so perfectââ
âIâm gonna stop you right there,â you interjected, turning to him with your palm raised. âThere was no âif.â Wonwoo is perfect.â
âNo, hear me out,â he insisted, grabbing your hand and gently putting it down. âIf he was so perfect, why did you break up?â
You retracted your hand and glared at him, pretending to be offended. âIt is, what it is.â
âWhat does that mean in this context?â
âIt means, we were just not for each other,â you said, shrugging in acceptance. âHe was lovely and perfect, and all that. ButâYou know, I read somewhere that we were all created in pairs, and that we were put in this Earth to be with that one personâour pair.â
âPolyamorous people are not gonna like it when they hear that,â he shot back, a teasing grin on his face.
You tutted, shaking your head. âListen!â Narrowing your eyes at him, he mimed zipping his lips, letting you continue. âAs much as I wanted Wonwoo, we werenât the perfect match.â
âOkay, I get it,â he replied, nodding thoughtfully. âSo how did it end?â
You let out a heavy sigh then flattened your lips together in a tight smile. âI donât know if you noticed, but the whole time I was telling the story, I never once mentioned anything about us fighting.â
Seungcheolâs face lit up in realization.
âThatâs because weâve never had a fight. Not even once,â you added. And somehow, that was everything.
How did it end?
It wasnât anything grand, much like how you got together in the first place. Wonwoo continued to be a great boyfriend, one you could always boast about. Your friends were envious of such a perfect relationshipâone where your man was obsessed with you and adored you to death, not to mention good-looking and smart. He was a catch.
Wonwoo had a quiet patience that made it easy to handle your boundless energy. When youâd burst into a room excited, full of chatter, he would always listen with a soft smile, never overwhelmed by your liveliness. He didnât need to match your enthusiasm; his calm presence was enough.
And you understood him just as well. You knew when he was getting tired, even when he tried to hide it behind his usual stoic demeanor. Like when heâd sit a little closer than usual or his fingers would linger on your arm. Thatâs when youâd ease up, toning things down without him needing to say a word. You were attuned to his subtle cues, a silent understanding between the two of you that others rarely noticed.
But Wonwoo wasnât just passive; he knew how to take care of you, too. When your stress bubbled over, heâd pull you into his arms, resting his chin on top of your head, whispering words of comfort so softly they barely broke the silence. Youâd feel the tension melt away in those moments, reassured just by being close to him.
âI hate dental checkups,â you complained, slumping on Wonwooâs bed the moment you entered their dorm room.Â
You had just arrived from a dentist appointment and had to have your teeth cleaned as a regular procedure. Wonwoo sat in front of his computer, eyes fixed on the game he was playing, but he was listening to you.
âWas it bad?â he asked, fingers moving rapidly on the keys and eyes darting left and right as he focused on the screen before him.
âIt was! I forgot it was time for a cleaning procedure, so I went there totally unprepared. I didnât get to meditate and mentally prepare myself for the torture. It was awful,â you grumbled, burying your face in the sheets.
âCome here,â he called, glancing only briefly at you.
You walked towards him with a slouched back, sitting on his lap and burying your face in his neck.
âIt canât be helped, itâs not like you can just neglect your teeth. You did a great job back there,â he murmured, his voice gentle and comforting. âI hate dentist appointments too.â
You lifted your head and peeked at his face. âRight? Itâs the worst.â
He hummed. âI canât even last two minutes on that table without gagging. Itâs a nightmare.â
âReally?â you asked, surprised to learn something new about him. âYou know, I donât have a gag reflex.â
Wonwoo cocked an eyebrow, finally meeting your gaze just as the unmistakable sound of âVictoryâ echoed from his headphones. âReally now? Should we put that mouth to use then?â
You gasped, covering your mouth dramatically at how incredibly attractive he sounded. The atmosphere shifted, a sultry heat igniting the air between you.
âWhat? You didnât tell me that just to brag about it, did you?â he teased, his lips curling into a smirk.
At this point, you were sure your panties were already on the floor. âJeon Wonwoo, you hot specimen of a man,â you said, lunging at him with an urgent kiss.
Your relationship was not only built on mutual respect and adoration but also on an undeniable passion. As your lips met, you could feel that familiar spark, igniting something deep within you.
And despite his usual laid-back attitude, Wonwoo would go along with your plans. Youâd drag him to social gatherings with friends, where he might seem indifferent, but you knew better. His hand always found yours under the table, and though he stayed quiet, the squeeze of his fingers let you know he was happy to be thereâjust because you were.
Even when you coaxed him to take breaks from gaming or studying, heâd give you that knowing look, letting you win every time. âAlright,â heâd say with a sigh, but the way he let you guide him outside for fresh air told you he enjoyed the break more than heâd ever admit.
Yet, as you basked in these moments, a thought nagged at you, echoing in the back of your mind. You turned to Wonwoo, breathtakingly handsome in the golden light of the sunset.Â
âBabe,â you began, âdid you know we never had a fight yet? Not even about the smallest things.â
His brow furrowed slightly, realizing the truth in your question. Then he looked at you curiously. âI didnât realize. Isnât that a good thing?â
You pondered his response. âI think it is, but itâs weird, isnât it? Why donât we fight? Couples fight all the time. Look at Hosh and Mina.â
Wonwoo shrugged, taking a bite out of his churro. âMaybe because we donât let small things get in the way of our relationship?â
âHmmh. We understand each other so well, donât we?â you replied, a small smile tugging at your lips. âI donât know why, but somehow, I canât help but think that maybe itâs too easy. Like we never challenge each other or have those deep conversations.â
âWe have deep conversations all the time.â
âYouâre right, but not because of a fight,â you stated in a matter-of-factly tone.
Wonwoo frowned, and you could sense the wheels turning in his mind. Then he hummed, and said, âIt does make you wonder if weâre really communicating or just avoiding issues.â
What he said struck a chord with you. Days turned into weeks, and the questions loomed larger with each passing moment. You began to notice the cracks beneath the surface of your perfect relationship. The playful teasing became tinged with seriousness, and the easy laughter felt strained at times.
You pondered over the conversations with Mina and your other friends about love and relationships, and it began to dawn on you: What if what you have was limiting your growth instead of nurturing it? What if you had mistaken stagnation and decay for safety and comfort?
One evening, you and Wonwoo sat in your dorm room, the atmosphere cozy as you both worked on separate assignments. He was focused on his computer, while you scribbled notes on a notepad. You glanced at him, the familiar sight of his concentrated expression making your heart flutter. It was in these moments that you felt most at peace. And then came the thought that you couldnât seem to shake: How could something so good not be enough?
âHey,â you said, breaking the silence. Wonwoo looked up, his brow furrowing slightly. âIâve been thinking a lot about us.â
He tilted his head, taking in your every word. âWhatâs on your mind?â
âRemember when we talked about how weâve never fought at all?â you began, fidgeting with your pen.
Wonwoo hummed, nodding.
âWell, I couldnât stop thinking about it andâŠâ you paused to sigh, biting your lower lip to prevent the words from spilling out of your mouth. You knew it had to be said, that it was necessary to see if you should continue moving forward or move on with your lives.
Wonwoo reached for your face, wiping away a tear that you didnât realize had rolled down your cheek. âI know. You donât have to say it.â
Your lips turned downward, trying your best to hold back your tears. âBut isnât that avoiding the issue too?â
He chuckled lightly, pulling you toward him in a tight embrace. âIt is but, isn't it better than saying things that will only hurt each otherâs feelings?â
âWhat do you mean?â you asked, nuzzling against his chest.
Wonwoo was patting your back in a slow, soothing rhythm, calming your nerves and helping keep your tears at bay. âI know what youâre thinking, baby. Iâve been thinking about it too. And itâs okay, it canât be helped. Maybe itâs for the best too.â
You exhaled sharply before letting yourself sob in his shirt, tears rolling down your face like a sudden downpour. Wonwoo tightened his hug, shushing you gently as he rubbed your back, muttering soft âitâs okayâs in your ear.
âI donât wanna lose you,â you admitted, your voice cracking.
âMe neither,â he said softly, pressing a kiss on your head. âBut I think we need to face the reality of our futures. Our paths are set to diverge anyway, even if we try to change it. It might be for the best if we part ways now, while we still have these great, happy memories of each other.â
You pulled away from his embrace, looking up at him with your tear-stained face. The thought of never laughing together again weighed heavily in your heart, but there was also a flicker of understanding that this was the right choice.
âRemember when we were in that seminar, and you asked me if I liked you?â you chuckled through your tears, the memory bringing a smile to your lips.
Wonwoo laughed, a soft sound that felt like a warm hug. âHow could I forget? That was when I started falling for you.â
âReally?â you asked, eyes widening at his revelation. Wonwoo rolled his eyes as if he regretted telling you that. âNo, but seriously?â
âYes, yes,â he gave in. âYou were so confident then. So straightforward and honest. I may have experienced having my heart skip a beat for the first time.â
âNo way!â you giggled, snuggling into him. âWhy were you pretending to be so nonchalant for a long time?â
âI kinda liked having you chase me around,â he admitted sheepishly. âWhy? What were you gonna say about that day?â
You pulled back, sitting up. âOh, I wanted to ask if you were gonna tell me to leave you alone that day before the professor came in and I cut you off.â
He scoffed, feigning indifference. âWell, I guess you know the answer to that now.â
You giggled, wrapping your arms around his torso while you looked up at him. âI love you so much.â
âI love you too,â he replied in a heartbeat. âLove was worth a try with you.â
âIâm gonna remember you forever.â
âThatâs quite a big promise, but okay. Iâll take you up on that.â
And you spent the rest of your college days in each other's embrace, dreading the inevitable but also accepting the reality of your future. Jeon Wonwoo was a breath of fresh air, the warmth of the early morning sun, a prelude to a beautiful song, and a sweet memory of your youth that would stay with you forever.
[fin]
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Twice One-Shot World chp. 5
Baseball x Game
Word Count: approx 2.5k
Mina x Chaeyoung x M Reader
Ps. includes: Grooming, rape, daddy kink
Short and 99% smut, this is just my naughty imagination seeing them in the latest updates.
You're in this baseball game again, but you're not here just to watch the game but to also enjoy some fresh hot girls while on it. The baseball management offers an amount of money for anyone to have their baseball cheerleaders to come with them in a VIP room where they can see the game while having fun. It's your fourth time coming here but you still order the girl you had from your first time. It's Mina, her sexy body, goddess-like face, and seductive aura caught your attention from the first sight.
You headed to your VIP room containing a bed and a sofa in front of a large glass where you can see the whole game happening but no one outside can see. It also has a small table, napkins, foods, and a bathroom.
*knock *knock *knock
Your favorite girl, Mina entered the room wearing an off shoulder body suit and a black shorts.
" Can't get over me huh? Y/n ? " Mina teased you.
" You're so fucking hot as always, Mina "
" My boss is grateful for your repeat, so we have a surprise for you. Here's Chaeyoung, she's our newest and youngest here. I'm here to train her " Mina said.
" Hi sir! " Chaeyoung waved her hand.
Chaeyoung is a petite girl wearing a striped crop top, with a black tie and shorts.
" Isn't she a look like a little bit too young? " You said.
" It's alrighty, I'm just 18 myself the first time you fucked me " Mina once again teased you.
Mina nodded to Chaeyoung and they both sat next to you. Mina is on your right and Chae is on your left. You put your arms to their shoulders grabbing them and lightly caressing them while the three of you watch the game. Both of them hug you and caressing your chest and abs.
A while later Mina put a finger to your face.
" Aren't you holding back a little bit ? The first time we are in here you immediately tucked your dick inside me and never paid attention to the game " Mina teased you again.
" Are you sure that Chaeyoung here can take my dick? " You asked.
" It's okay, my step dad used me every once in a while. But I'm new here so I still need some training " Chaeyoung answered.
" I'm sorry about that " you said.
" Don't be sorry, because I liked it " Chaeyoung said with a seductive look.
You can't hold yourself, you pulled her necktie and started planting your tongue into her mouth. Chaeyoung fought your kiss fiercely while Mina on the other hand caressed your bulge and your chest.
Your hand roamed from her shoulders to her chest. Mina took off your shirt, cutting your kiss with Chae. Chaeyoung looked at you with her fingers to her lips. You unbuckled your belt and moved down your pants.
" Here Chae, you can start practicing doing a blowjob with my dick " you said.
Chaeyoung instantly took your dick to her mouth, it' s very evident that she's not used to giving a blowjob, but she's getting better every minute.
" That's it Chae, you can use your tongue more and prevent your teeth from scratching my dick "
Mina wrapped her arms around you while watching Chaeyoung suck your dick.
" Look at you Chae, you'll be a pro in sucking dick in no time " Mina said.
" I can't wait to have your dick but let's take our time and practice Chaeyoung " Mina added before making out with you.
The lewd scent of the room and the perfume of these young girls with you aroused you more than ever. While making out with Mina, you noticed that Chaeyoung was so good at sucking dick in just a short time. You pulled out the kiss from Mina.
" Fuck Chae , you're so good at it now. Keep suckling it while bobbing your head "
" Did you use to do this to your step dad? "
Chaeyoung popped the head and said...
" Yes, maybe 3 or 4 times only. Because he usually uses me with a quickie so my mom won't find us out hehe " she answered while licking your shaft.
Mina bit her lips, and you're so turned on to the way Chaeyoung says that her stepdad " uses " her.
" O my god, you're so fucked up Chae hahaha but it's hot " Mina exclaimed.
" Fuck, how can your stepdad even find time to fuck you? " You asked.
" My mom goes to work earlier than him. It started when I caught him staring at me sleeping and tried to touch my chest. I'm curious about how it feels so I let him grope me while pretending to be asleep " she said.
" And then? " Mina asked.
" It happened repeatedly to the point he plays with himself while groping me. One time he caught me pretending to be asleep, and he convinced me to let him put the tip in. He fucked me again and again and I started to look forward to it every morning hehehe " she answered.
" I don't even like him romantically but having sex with him really felt good. We even dared to fuck in our bathroom or their bedroom while my mom is in the house hahaha " she added.
" Fuck, that means you have rape kink Chae hahahah and you like doing it with old men " Mina said.
" Shit, then I should rape you right here " you said.
" Mina, can I fuck your trainee right now? " You asked Mina.
" Sure, I can wait. Train her good " Mina responded.
You pulled Chaeyoung' s shorts and pushed her to the sofa and started ramming her missionary.
" ugh fuck yess, yes, fuck me hard oppa "
Chae wrapped her legs and arms around you while you're fucking the shit out of her. You can't believe that you're fucking a young teen girl that's age could be a daughter of yours.
" You feel good with this dick? Huh, my baby? "
" Yes daddy, keep pounding me like that. Ughhh~~ "
" Thank you for your stepdad, he took time grooming you so you can be my bitch"
" Yess daddy, I'm made to be your slut "
" Com'ere and ride daddy's s cock "
You pulled her to your top so she can ride your dick. Chaeyoung started to aggressively grind herself to your cock. Mina was just right there staring intently while her fingers were on her lips.
" Ughh, fuck your dick is so deep inside me daddy " Chaeyoung said while caressing your face.
" Am I better than your stepdad, Chae? "
" Yes daddy, it feels so much better because I love you daddy " Chaeyoung answered before kissing you.
You're nearing your climax so you positioned Chaeyoung to the table and started ramming her from the back pulling her neck tie just like a leash of a dog.
" Fuck daddy, you hit so hard " Chae said while glancing at you to her back.
" Ughh, I love it daddy it feels too good. I'm your bitch now "
" Do you love it daddy? Do you love me? Do you love baby Chae? "
" Yes, baby I love you you're taking my dick so good"
Chaeyoung seems to reach her climax as you said those words and you can't help but to cum as well.
" I'm cumming baby, take it all in "
" YESS daddy, fill me up ughh "
You pounded a few more thrusts before kissing her. Chaeyoung lost her strength in her legs and started trembling on the floor.
" Whoo! Cumming inside the trainee huh Mr. Y/N ? " Mina teased you.
" You did not think this was over right? " She added before sucking your soft shaft.
" ayw bwin weyting por dwis ( I've been waiting for this ) " she said, muffling her words with your dick.
Mina's sweet scent and her sexy body suit outfit is enough to harden your cock again. You removed her shorts and she came on top of you. She swoops the seams of her body suit to line up her pussy to your shaft before sitting on it.
" Ughh fuck, your dick is the best in reaching deep my pussy "
She started thrusting slow and gently as she pecks your lips with hers.
" Do you know that your dick is the only one that reaches that deep in me? I'm looking forward to you after the first time we fucked" Mina seductively said.
She continues the slow pace and pulled her top revealing her perky tits.
" will you give them some attention sir? "
You suckled onto her tits while she pleasures herself with slow thrusts. Both of your breaths begin to be loud and moan escapes in your mouths.
" If I'm not in this kind of work I'd honestly ask you to be my boyfriend haha " she teases you.
She paused, pushing her pussy to your dick hard.
" Will you fuck me hard sir? " She whispered.
You pushed her to the sofa and started ramming her from behind.
" Mhhh, mhhh, ugh, yes just like that Y/N "
You pulled her hair while giving her neck and shoulders some good kisses. Her skin tastes and smells like banana mixed with strawberries plus all of your mixed saliva. She arced her back more, her plump ass juggles, and her toned back and hips are turning you on so much.
" Yess Y/N, put it deep in me ughh, mmmhh "
Chaeyoung is conscious again and she rested infront of the messed up Mina.
" I'm curious, is kissing a girl feels good too?" Chaeyoung mumbled.
" You want to find out Chae? " Mina asked while being fucked herself.
Chaeyoung made out with Mina, Mina let out some sloppy moans while in it.
" You taste sweet, Mina " Chae said.
" Oh yeah? " Mina responded before making out again.
" Fuck, kiss me too " you said leaning to the girls.
Three of you exposed your tongues and started a trio make out.
" Ayy yess , keep fucking me Y/N. This is so hot " Mina exclaimed.
You removed Chaeyoung' s top and both of you and Mina suckled into her boobs.
" Ughh that feels so good daddy, Mina"
You held Chaeyoung as Mina and yourself plays her boobs with your mouths while fucking each other.
" Hey daddy, open your mouth " Chae whispered.
Chae started pouring spit to your mouth and kissing you sloppily. Mina joined in as you poured Chae' s spit into hers and both of you kissed. Saliva drools into Mina's mouth as you fasten your thrusts and she lets go of the kiss with an open mouth.
" I'm cumming inside Mina "
" Ughhhh, mmmggg "
You buried your dick deep inside her as semen spouts out of it. Chaeyoung hugged Mina's face as Mina squirted on the sofa.
" Ahhh fuck, that was so good. Fucking fresh young girls is so fucking good " you exclaimed.
" Daddy can you go again? " Chaeyoung asked.
" Let me rest a bit " you answered
Chaeyoung and Mina are so curious about lesbian sex that they made out for a while before you joined in again and fucked both of them.
After your session, Mina revealed that Chae was already 18 yrs old and she herself is only 19. She said that the baseball management accepts 18 and above girls with mature bodies to be baseball cheerleader models that can be availed to a VIP room to only watch with select customers. But some of them opted to give extra services to earn a large amount of money. After the game you paid both of them more than enough and bonus tips.
" Goodbye sir, we'll be waiting for you again. Come back again to the next game sir " Chaeyoung said.
" Goodbye y/n, come back again so you can fuck us, underaged girls again " she said winking at you and blowing you a flying kiss.
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forgive me now?
pairing : jungkook x sanrio girl!oc
genre : fluff , slight angst
warnings : arguing , mentions of sexual activities
a/n : FINALLY an update. đđ unedited btw
this is a continuation from my previous text au btw!
you stand awkwardly in your friend's yard, clutching onto your little pink suitcase. your boyfriend said he would pick you up and that there was no need for you to call a cab home. usually, this would've been fine. much much much better than the cab even. but not now. the small argument you had with jungkook last night would definitely make things a little awkward between you guys. it was always like that. silent treatment until one of you gets impatient. that's usually jungkook. and it will be jungkook this time as well.
you kick some rocks on the ground while mina tells you and jihyo about some video games she's been playing. you mindlessly nod, not paying any attention to what she's really saying. you feel bad, but you're just not in the mood right now.
all you could think about was the argument. you were aware from the beginning about how overprotective jungkook actually was. you didn't mind it. not one bit. in addition to that, you always felt an underlying effect from whatever he did. it was arousing to say the least. but anyway. he called you a bitch. much worse, noh? how could he.
your eyes dart to the direction of the horn of the car you're so familiar with, emitting a soft sigh along the way. jungkook pulls up in his mercedes benz sl 63 amg, rolling down those expensive ass windows to look at you. he gets out of the car and tries to make an effort to carry your luggage but you don't let him, giving him the cold shoulder. jungkook grits his teeth, eyes scanning your figure up and down as you set your luggage in the back of his car then hug your girls goodbye.
once you were done with your goodbyes and back in front of his car, he tries to open the door for you but you ignore him once again, proceeding to open the backseat's door. you never did that. you were always his passenger princess. always.
the thought that he may have actually fucked up clouds your boyfriend's mind. jungkook closes the door with a thud, clearly frustrated. your friends weren't a helping hand either. instead, they were giving him mean glares. they never liked jungkook much. i mean, to a certain extent they did. but it wasn't enough.
the tall man sighs, his upper body fully turned to face you in the backseat. you weren't paying him any attention and instead, face buried in your phone when it should be in between his pecs, giving him the fattest hug ever while saying you missed him. but nah. eh, he really did fuck up.
jungkook glances at your friends a last time, the scowl on their faces never leaving. he scoffs, starting the engine of the car and beginning to drive out of your friends' sight.
jungkook looks at your reflection through the mirror, while doing that thing again. poking his cheek with his tongue. hot. you try your best not to look.
"you're so dramatic. talk to me."
suddenly, you break out of your stoic expression, jaw opening a little as you stared at your boyfriend in disbelief.
"me? jungkook, look at yourself! you said you would track down my phone to find my location if i didn't answer!"
"and you know damn well i would."
"iâ well, that isn't the point here! the point isâ"
"honey, we're past that, don't you think? just forget it." he grunts, completely discarding my opinion.
"no. calling me a bitch was too far. you don't get to disrespect me like that. who do you think you are?"
jungkook pauses for a few seconds, taking his time to think of what to reply with. he got silenced, for sure. then he sighs again, opening his mouth to speak again. no. ugh, fuck. you hate when he's like this. why is he acting like he's...tolerating you?
"get on the front." jungkook clicks his tongue, patting the empty passenger seat.
you so clearly refuse, stomping your heal on the carpet of the car as a sign of rejection. jungkook doesn't have any of that, immediately parking the car on the edge of the road. he gets out of his car and walks to the other side of the car, now in front of you. jungkook opens your door and pats his thighâanother signal for you to get on the front. you refuse again though, looking somewhere else.
"brat." he mumbles under his breathe. your boyfriend grabs your arm and pulls your body upwards. you wince a little, finding his touch a little too harsh.
"wait, shit, sorry." his thumb lightly brushes over the spot where he grabbed you gently, then sweetly giving it a few kisses after.
"get on the front seat, baby." his tone was sweet this time, like honey. he was speaking to you as if you were a flower who could get destroyed even from the slightest breeze.
and you just couldn't refuse. you listen to him this time instead of being whatever he calls you, a "brat". you sit on the passenger seat, crossing your legs over one another. but you still weren't looking at him. attitude much, huh?
jungkook groans at your behaviour. he loved it though. found it rather hot although sometimes it was a little too hard to deal with.
he suddenly grabs your jaw, his touch gentle but strong, tightly gripping your face but enough to not hurt you. he has your face turned to his side, forcing you to look at him.
"look at me at least."
you stay silent. your eyes drop down to his lap, legs spread and meaty thighs flexing.
"y/n."
one small look at his face, you break down to a whine. you pucker your lips into a pout, squeezing your eyes shut in irritation.
"i'm really sorry, my love. i admit that it was very wrong and inappropriate of me. i won't say that again, hm? i'll do whatever you want. just please talk to me."
"apologising isn't going to work."
"fine. i'll take you anywhere, buy whatever you want. hell, i'd buy you the entire world, you know that?"
your lips tremble and you grunt, "stop thinking that buying me everything would fix every single problem! it won't! why are you so good at finding solutions for every single problem that includes everything BUT yourself?! it's so frustrating, jungkook! yesterday, you could've literally just called me!â"
"you didn't answer! i called you so many fucking times, noh? did you answer once? nah."
"THAT doesn't matter! it was just...like, one day, jungkook!"
"yeah, and? who knows what would've happened? i was thinking of every single possibility. did you get killed or something? had me fucking stressing for nothing." jungkook rolls his eyes, rubbing his temple.
"it was for just one day! calm down!"
"no! didn't even tell me where the fuck you were going. had to drive upto your fucking house to find out."
you pause for a second, taking a deep breath, gritting your teeth, "jungkook. stop swearing at me."
jungkook scoffs, accepting it either way with a nod.
"let's stop arguing. hate fighting with you, y'know? let's go home, y/n. this is stupid."
"you're stupid!" you fight back.
"stop acting like a kid, damn. i said sorry. we're going home."
jungkook doesn't let you continue as he turns around and sits comfortably on his seat again, eyes facing the front.
"your house or my house?"
"your house." your voice came out in a small squeek.
a few minutes pass by, jungkook managed to sneak his hand up your thigh to grope the flesh. you let him. it was one of his silly habits. each time you're in the car with him, jungkook would either hold your hand or grope your thighs. and when you questioned it, he'd say "for emotional support." what emotional support? you always found it funny. but cute though. sometimes, he'd get sneaky and slowly slide his hand downwards, little by little, and end up cupping your pussy. that itself was enough to make you go crazy. he'd start by slowly rubbing your clit through your panties, then sneakily make his way inside :) .
by now, you both had reached his house. jungkook parked his car in his garage and entered his room, who was laying on his comfy ass bed that was big enough for 5 people.
he lays down with you, big arms engulfing your smaller body. you let him, you're past the argument now. jungkook snuggles into your body, cheek smushed against your breast. his body temperature was hot, warming you up instantly.
"we good now?"
"mhm."
"talk more, baby. i want to hear you. what did you do yesterday? ate well?"
your face melts down at your boyfriend's words. cute man. cuuuuteeee. myy man. how could you ever hate him? :< . you spent the rest of the cuddling and jungkook trying to make it upto you. he gave you foot massages, back massages, made you food, watched your favourite show with you (which you've made him rewatch about 10 times already), ate you out good, ran you a bath, another foot massage, online shopped with you which resulted in him buying you goodies worth 500$ and more, head massage, fucked you good, rubbed your body to sleep and so on đ.
maybe arguing isn't THAT bad after all.
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âYou know.. maybe if you get him something, heâll actually think you like him rather than you trying to say how you feel and insulting him.â
Kirishima and Bakugou had gone out shopping for chocolates. For Kirishima he had already picked the best chocolates for his sweet girlfriend Mina, but Bakugou? He was stressing about what youâd be interested in.
It was small gift exchanges between friends as a fall treat, so some people had fuzzy socks or a warm blanket.
He ended up picking pink Hershey kisses and hot chocolate because he wanted to keep it casual.. everyone likes hot chocolate right?
â
You, Mina, Denki, Bakugou, Kirishima, and Sero all sat in the commons. After Mina and Kirishima exchanged their little gifts you couldnât help but smile at how happy they seemed.
You didnât notice Bakugou glaring you down but if you did you probably wouldnât be able to take him seriously with the pastel pink bag he was holding. (it was the only one left, sue him.)
He walked over to you.
âHere.â
And he didnât even give you time to register the fact that, wait, he got me a gift?!
He stormed off probably back to his room, your gaze followed him until he disappeared up the stairs and you sighed before turning back to the bag and taking out the huge pack of Hershey kisses and hot chocolate.
You smiled.. ironically he was right, who doesnât like hot chocolate?
You made a mental note to thank him later and would offer him some of course, maybe now was the perfect time to tell him how you felt.
Although he beat you to it.
You hadnât seen it yet but he stuffed a little note in the hot chocolate box so youâd have to open it to see.
â
ânotes are stupid, but kirishima told me to do it soâŠ
i hope you like your chocolates.â
xoxo -KB
(closest thing to a confession)
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