#Juyeon oneshots

[sungbeam]

9:47PM — lee juyeon x gn!reader

a/n: okay but if i did ever go thru w my frat tbz series, this would be so much fun for juyo, just saying 😭 she's been stewing in my brain for how long now

You were walking beneath the balconies of one of the frat houses when you came to an abrupt halt. Tipsy and unaware of your actions, your friend Ningning crashed right into your back. “Yn, what—”

“Waitwaitwait!” you told her as you backpedaled a few steps to get a better view.

The two of you were situated in the middle of a Greek Row block party and it was raging all around you. But on your way down the street, your eyes had caught the marvel of a man leaning over his balcony railing, nursing a can of beer and people-watching. Your buzzed-out brain nearly melted into a puddle of goop at the sight of his soft-eyed smile as he laughed at something his brothers were doing across the street at the cornhole boards.

You cupped your hands around your mouth and gave a holler, “Heey, pretty boy!” Oh, you definitely sounded drunk, but you swore you weren't…

The man heard you, loud and clear, and turned his head with wide eyes in your direction. When he saw you there with a big grin on your face, his cheeks darkened. “Wh—who? Me?” he asked while pointing at himself.

“But soft!” you replied, reaching your hands up toward him and then clutching at your heart, “what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east and Juliet the sun.”

He was fully facing you now and nearly half folded over the railing with his smile as giddy as a girl on the telephone with a lover. “My name's Juyeon, not Juliet, by the way.”

“If I told you my phone number, would you correct it with yours, too?”

[yootaesowlwrites]

In The Practice Room - Lee Juyeon

W/C: 4.2K

Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog or a pfp. Minors DNI or get blocked!

Warnings: Smut, pole dancing, explicit language, public sex, boob play, nipple sucking, palming, clit stimulation, fingering, pet/nicknames, unprotected sex (reader’s on the pill), mirror sex, scratching, aftercare.

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

“Ju, are you sure you’re allowed to show me?” You ask as he leads you down the hallway towards the practice room. He was holding your hand as he was leading you. “Isn’t it supposed to be a surprise for Deobi?” He pushes the door open and pulls you inside before shutting it, eleven poles were set up around the room.

“But I want to show you, you should see it before we take it to the stage,” He says as he releases your hand. “Trust me, you should see it,” He moves towards the stereo. “And I also need your thoughts and opinion about it,” You nod your head and move towards him to stand near the stereo.

“Okay, but I think you’re asking the wrong person about an opinion,” You say and lean against the table. “I know when someone dances well, but I’m not an expert, you know that, right?”

“I know,” He says. “But, just watch and then let me know what you think, okay?” You nod your head and watch as he makes his way towards one of the poles. “Can you hit the play button for me, it’s on the right track,” You nod your head and pick up the button to press play on the stereo, you put it down and turn to look in his direction and watch as he grips onto the pole.

Juyeon had told you that they were working on a special stage for a song, but you didn’t think it was with poles. You watch as his body moves, and he makes the pole part of everything, it is like they have become one. You feel your jaw drop as you watch him grip the pole, his veins form on his hands and slowly travel up his arms, you have no idea where to look, his hands, his body or his face. The song ends, and another one begins playing, pulling you out of your trance.

“Oh,” You mumble as you quickly scramble to pick up the remote again to switch the stereo off, you finally stop the song and put the remote down before slowly turning around to find a smiling Juyeon looking at you as if he had just not pole dancing. “I… That was…” You weren’t sure how to respond to what you had just seen. “Ju…” He makes his way up to you. “I…”

“I don’t know if your reaction is a good thing or a bad thing,” He says. He stops in front of you, and you can feel how heated your cheeks are. “So, was it a good or bad?”

“I, well, it was good,” You say. “It was good, I… wasn’t expecting that,” You slowly nod your head, trying to find the right words to say. “But uh… that was hot, Ju,” You could see something flicker in his eyes before he stepped closer to you, his hands moving to your waist and gripping you.

“It was?” He asks and pulls you flush against him, his crotch presses against yours, and you feel your cheeks heating up more and feel your stomach drop. “How hot?”

“Fucking hot…” You breathe out. You close the distance between you both, kissing him hotly and hungrily, your hand moves to the back of his head and curl your fingers into his locks, he slowly backs you up until your back hits the wall near the stereo, and your mind is growing fuzzy as your skin was slowly heating up, the air surrounding you was slowly becoming hot. “Ju…” You mutter against his lips, he bites your bottom lip before pulling at it and releasing it. “Ju…” His lips travel down your neck and his hands slide over your hips and your ass before squeezing just below your ass cheeks. “Fuck, Ju…” His large hands were creating such a warmth, and you could feel his fingers pressing close to your pussy.

“Hmm, yes?” He mutters against your neck between kisses. You could feel yourself growing wet at his low tone and at how he was touching and kissing you.

“We’re in the practice room,” You say. You didn’t want to stop, but you had to, anyone could walk in on you like this. “We should go home,” He pulls back and looks at you, some strands of his hair had fallen over his eyes that had now darkened with lust and need, and a hunger to have and taste you. “Ju, fuck.”

“Let’s lock the door,” He mutters. He releases the back of your legs and takes a step back, your hand falls away from his hair and your other hand drops from his shoulder. “Home is too far away right now,” Your eyes fall to his pants and see a slight tent forming. He turns away and makes his way towards the door, you hear the lock click as he locks it, and you can feel your heart rate picking up. Were you about to have sex with the man you loved in a practice room? Yes, yes you were.

He makes his way back to you with long and quick strides before pushing you against the wall, your hands instantly move to his shoulders to grip him, his hands grip your shirt and pull it upwards and places his hands flush against your bare skin, his hands were warm as he slid them over your ribs and towards your breasts that were being held by your bra.

“We should turn the music on,” You mutter. “Nobody would hear anything over how loud it's been turned,” He nods his head and pulls one hand away from you and retracts it from underneath your shirt and reaches for the remote to turn the stereo on again. Music quickly fills the room, and he drops the controller before his hand is right back underneath your shirt and making its way to your boob. He cups your breasts through your bra and slowly kneads his fingers into them, the palms of his hands rub against your nipples through the bra, and you can feel yourself growing wetter.

“This feels so bad, yet so good,” He mutters as he leans his head closer to you, you tilt your head back and close your eyes as you feel his nose brush along your neck before his lips press against your collarbone.

“It’s naughty of us,” You mumble as you move one of your hands to the back of his head and slowly massage your fingers into his scalp as his locks move between your fingers. “But it makes it a little exciting,” He pulls back, and you immediately pull your hands away from him and open your eyes as he grips the hem of your shirt, you lift your arms and let him remove your shirt.

“We’ll worry about the rest later,” He says with a half smirk on his lips as he drops your shirt to the floor, he reaches for the hem of your bra and lifts it upwards as well, removing it swiftly. You move your hands to the hem of his shirt and pull it upwards, making sure that your knuckles are making contact with his skin as you remove it. He lifts his arms, and you pull his shirt off, dropping the piece of fabric where yours had landed. He moves closer to you and dips his head lower and presses his forehead against your chest, his lips touch your skin, and you feel him leaving soft kissing along your skin.

“Hmm, Ju…” You mumble. His lips quickly make their way to your nipple and within seconds they latch onto your nipple, and he begins sucking on it. “Fuck… your mouth feels so good,” You press a hand against his abdomen and slowly slide your hand lower, moving it over the fabric of his bottoms before finding the growing bulge in his pants, you cup it and slowly rub your hand along it. “Ju…” The sensation of his mouth on your nipple was causing your skin to grow hotter, and you could feel sweat slowly building up on your skin. Your stomach muscles twitch as you feel his hand press against your abdomen and slowly move lower, his fingers slip into your pants, and you feel his hand cup your mound through your panties before his hand moves lower, and you feel his fingers press against your folds.

“Ohh, fucking… hell, Ju,” You mutter. You could feel his breathing against your breast, and you could hear how loud it was becoming. Your eyes shut as you feel his fingers push against the fabric of your panties and push them between your folds. “Hmm, hmm,” Your hand continues to rub his cock through his pants, and you could feel him growing harder as the seconds ticked by. “Ju…” His fingers press against your clit through the fabric, and you feel yourself instantly growing wetter as he begins to rub the bundle of nerves. “Ohh, Ju…” His other hand cups your boob and slides his thumb over your nipple before circling the pad of his finger over the bud, the feeling that was coursing through you was unexplainable, but it was causing your breathing to become heavier and the room to grow hotter.

You could feel your insides knotting together as an orgasm was slowly building inside you, the way his mouth felt and the way his finger felt on your clit and how he was playing with your other nipple with his fingers were causing your mind to spin, you felt like you were starting to float with how good it was feeling.

He pulls his finger away from your clit, and you feel him pull the fabric away from between your folds before you felt his fingers slip between them and slide towards your entrance, you lick your lips and take your bottom lip between your teeth as you feel the tips of his fingers push inside you, and slowly stretch your walls to have two fingers fit inside you, you could feel your juices moving around his fingers and between your folds, as he begins thrusting them in and out of you at a slow pace, you swore you could hear the sound of your juices moving over the loud music.

“Ju, fuck, it feels so good, ohh, fucking, shit…” You moan as your toes curl inside your shoes from the pleasure going through you. You slide your hand upwards and away from his bulge before you push your hand into his pants and underwear.

“Hmm, arghh,” He groans against your tit as he feels your hand touch his throbbing cock. Your fingers wrap around his length, and you slowly slide your hand along his girth towards the base of it, you could feel the prominent vein on his cock, and you swore you felt it throb for a second. “Hmm, hmm,” Your hand reaches the base of his cock, and you turn your hand as you move to cup his balls. “Argh,” You felt his lips release your nipple for a split second as he groaned with pleasure.

“Feels good, Ju?” You ask in a teasing tone. You open your eyes halfway to look down at him through lidded eyes, a smirk on your lips as you feel him harshly suck on your nipple. “Fuck, thought so,” You feel a third finger slip inside you, which causes your eyes to roll to the back of your head before your eyes shut once more. “Juuuu,” His thumb presses against your pussy and slowly slides along it before he reaches your clit. “FUCK!” Your legs twitch as his thumb pressed hard against your clit before he slowly rubs circles over the sensitive nub. “Ju, oh, fucking, shit, shit…” Your heart drummed loudly in your ears as you felt the tension inside you only growing. “F-Fuck, Ju…” You could feel a hot, tingling sensation going up your legs. “Ju…” Your head tilts back, and you feel your walls pulse around his fingers. “I’m gonna… J-Ju…” Your back arches and his fingers curl inside you, which causes something inside you to snap.

“JUYEON!” You loudly moan as you come undone, and you turn your head from side to side as stars fly past your vision from behind your lids, your mind feels like it is floating through the clouds as your body shakes with pleasure, at that moment you didn’t care how you were still able to stand, you just knew that everything felt good, your mind and body felt amazing. “JU, FUCK!” He tugs on your nipple with his mouth which causes your walls to clench at the feeling, he releases the bud as he feels your hand squeezing his balls.

“That’s it, baby, just like that for me,” He mumbles and moves his hand to your wrist and pulls your hand from his pants, you release his balls and immediately grip his hand, squeezing it as you’re going through your high. “Feels good, huh?” You slowly descend from your high, your chest heaves up and down as you breathe loudly.

“Fuck…” You mutter. He slowly pulls his fingers out from you, making you feel every inch of them as he does, and purposely slides them over your clit, making your knees twitch. “Ju…”

“Don’t worry, I’ll pick you up in just a minute, baby,” He says. His fingers curl around your waistband, and you release his hand so he can use both to remove your pants. You grip his shoulders as he pushes your pants down to your ankles along with your panties before bending down, your nails dig into his shoulders as you keep yourself from falling. “Lift one foot,” You do as he says, and you feel him remove your shoe and sock and pants leg before you switch sides, and he does the same to the other side. “Good girl,” He stands upright and pushes his pants down along with his underwear, he steps out of them before he pulls you closer to him and wraps his arms around you. “Jump,”

“Fuck…” You mutter before jumping, your legs instantly wrap around him and your ankles hook together behind his back as he pushes you against the wall. “Fuck, that’s cold,” You feel his cock rub against your pussy. His hand slides over your ass before taking his cock into his hands and moving it over your folds, you felt him rub the head of his cock over your folds before moving it between them. “Juu, fuck, fuck,” He circles your clit with his cock before slowly moving his length towards your entrance.

“Fuck, you’re just so wet for me, you’re fucking soaked,” He says. You feel the tip press against your entrance before you feel it easily slip into you. “Fucking hell, so warm, so ready for me,” You feel him slowly pushing into you, he was making you feel every single inch of him with the slow and agonising pace he was pushing into you.

“Juu, fuck, ohh, shit, you feel so fucking good, fuck,” You moan and press your head against the wall, your walls were pulsing as the feeling of him filling you to the brim. “Fucking hell…”

“So good, baby, so fucking delicious,” He mumbles. He pauses once he is fully buried inside you, both of you breathing hard and taking a moment to take everything in. He could feel your juices already sliding over his balls from how wet you were. “Fuck, you make it impossible to resist you,” He pulls you away from the wall, and your arms wrap around him as he walks across the room.

“FUCK, JU!” You gasp as your back hits a colder surface, and you quickly realize you were pressed up against the mirror. “Fuck, Ju… oh, my fucking gosh,” The mixed feeling of hot and cold was making your body more sensitive than it already was, he wraps his arms around your legs, hooking your knees over his arms and presses his hands against the mirror, spreading you wide open for him. “F-Fuck, J-Ju…” The feeling of his cock shifting into a new position instantly made your insides tighten and tense.

“Fuck, you feel so good…” He mutters and slowly begins moving his hips, you press your head against the mirror and your jaw slacks as you feel his cock slowly slide along your walls before he thrusts back in. “Fuck, so good, such a good fucking feeling around me, baby,” Your toes curl in pleasure as his movements pick up before settling at just the right pace for you both.

“J-Ju, fuck, ohh, shit,” You moan and grip his back, your nails bite into his skin as you claw at his skin. “Fucking… s-shit,” He leans closer and presses open-mouthed kisses against your neck, you could feel his pubic bone faintly brushing against your clit which was making you needier.

“Babe…” He groans as he feels your walls pulse around him slowly. “Fuck, it feels so nice to be balls deep inside you,” His words were filthy, and it was only driving you closer to an orgasm. He shifts your body slightly, and you feel him rest his head on your shoulder and feel his breathing against your chest. “Fuck, what a sight,” Your walls squeeze around him as he said those words.

“You’re watching?” You whimper and roll your hips forward, making him groan as he watched his cock disappear into you before reappearing, coated in your juices and glistening from it.

“It’s such a pretty sight,” He mumbles. He thrusts forward harshly, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head as you feel his pubic bone hitting your sensitive clit. “Fuck, how did that feel, baby?” You scratch along his shoulder blades before settling your grip onto his shoulders.

“S-so good,” You stutter out, feeling yourself running out of breath as he brushes against it again. “Fuck, Juyeon, fuck,” You lean your head closer to him. “Do it again,” You manage to whisper into his ear, which causes his hips to stutter for a slight second.

“Do it again, is that what you want, baby?” He asks before his hips harshly snap into yours, making you moan into his ear. “Fuck, it sounds like it,” You press your lips against his neck just below his ear. “How about I find that sweet spot also?” Your nose brushes against his earlobe, and he feels a shiver going up his spine as his mind begins spinning.

“I dare you,” You whisper into his ear before taking the lobe between your teeth. You feel his arms shift underneath your legs before you feel him hit from a different angle inside you. “Hmm, mh,” You release his earlobe and gasp as you feel the head of his cock brush right against that one spot that makes you see stars. “FUCK, JUYEON!”

“That was quick,” He mutter before pulling his hips back. “Fuck, are you gonna come for me if I hit again?” You feel his hips slowly move closer to yours, his cock sinking back inside you at such a slow pace. “Gonna make a mess for me?” You shift your hips forward before you feel him move his hips back.

“Juuuu, fuck, yes, yes, give it to me,” You whine. You need to feel his cock hit that spot, just a brush against it made you feel needy for the sensational feeling that would course through you. “Fuuck, I need to feel it.”

“So cute,” He chuckles before thrusting forward, your back arches and your eyes roll to the back of your head before your lids shut, tears form in the corner of your eyes as his cock hits that spot just at the right angle and at the right speed.

“JUYEON!” You cry out and feel the tension inside you growing at a rapid pace, he pulls back and repeats the movement, going faster this time, and each time his pubic bone hit your clit as well as your sweet spot. “FUCK, FUCK, JUYEON!” Tears of pleasure roll down your cheeks as you feel your walls pulsing erratically around him, you were close, and he knew it. “JUYEON, I’M GONNA…” You were caught off by your gasp, your heart was pounding fast and everything was spinning. “JUYEEOONN!” He could feel his balls slowly tightening as your walls were milking his cock for an orgasm.

“Come on, baby, let it go,” He mutters and lifts his head, your breathing stops for a moment as you feel his hot breath against your neck. “Let it go,” He grunts lowly into your ear, which sends you over the edge almost instantly, stars explode behind your lids and your mind spins from ecstasy.

“JUYEON, OH, MY GOSH!” You moan loudly as the tension inside you snaps, and a hot tingling sensation runs through your body as you come undone, the feeling is indescribable, and the pleasure you feel is practically addicting. “JUYEON!”

“F-fuck, that’s it, ju-just like that,” He groans. He could feel your juices spilling from around his cock and splatter onto the front of his thighs, the feeling of it was pushing him closer to the edge. “B-baby, fuck,” He could feel your body shaking in his arms are you were going through your high, he could barely hear your little moans and whimpers over the loud music. “Fuck, fuck, I’m close too, baby,” He could feel the tightening feeling slowly creeping along his cock towards the head of it.

“FUCK, JU!” You cry out and slide one of your hands to the back of his head, twisting his locks between your fingers and tugging on it. “FUCK!” You were rocking your hips to get yourself through the high. “Fuck, fuck, ohhh, hmm,” Your walls clamp down around him as you begin coming down from your high, and you feel his hips snap into you before he begins rapidly and sloppily thrusting into you. “Fuck, that’s it, Ju, fuck,” You breathe out, trying to encourage him as he comes undone, his load spills into you, and you could feel yourself growing fuller as the seconds go by. “Fuck… fuck, Ju,” Your walls continue to pulse around him at the thought of his cum filling you and mixing with yours.

“Y/N!” He moans loudly, his mind spins in pleasure as he rapidly rocks his hips into yours to get him through his high. “FUCK!” His breathing was loud as grunts and groans left his mouth every few seconds. “FUCK!” Your fingers massage into his scalp as you roll your hips against him, trying to help him through the feeling.

“That’s it, Ju, fuck, feels so good when you do that,” You mumble. You could feel his hips slowing down after a few more seconds and his cock slowly growing soft inside you as he was spilling the last bit of his cum inside you. “So good…” You mumble as you open your eyes, you blink several times to adjust to the lighting and loosen your grip on his shoulder. His hips were completely still against yours, and the only sound that now filled the room was the stereo playing. You both pant loudly as you try and catch your breath and let the afterglow settle in.

He was fully pressed against you as you were still held up against the mirror, he could feel your mixed releases rolling over his balls before they reached his upper thighs, he slowly and carefully lowered your legs before gently lowering your feet to the floor and letting you stand on your own, your legs feel shaky, and you weren’t sure how you would walk out of here without giving anything away.

“Ohm, hmm,” You whimper as you feel your mixed juices spilling from you and slowly begin leaking down your inner thighs, the warm wet sticky feeling was making you relive wet had just happened moments ago.

“Are you okay?” He asks in a soft tone. He still hadn’t lifted his head to look at you. “Did you feel uncomfortable?” You could hear something different in his tone. “I’m sorry, I didn’t ask if you wanted to do it here, I just… assumed, I’m sorry if it made you uncomfortable,” You quickly lean your head back and tug on the back of his head, making him look at you.

“Ju…” You mumble. “I wasn’t uncomfortable, if I didn’t want to do this, I would have said so,” You move to cup his jaw, gently pressing your fingers into his cheeks. “I was comfortable with this, I would have told you, you know that…” His eyes search yours for any sign that you are feeling uncomfortable. “This… sure it felt wrong, but the thrill of it, the absolute dirtiness of it, fuck…” He could see something flash through your eyes before it disappeared. “I’m okay, it felt amazing, Ju, absolutely wonderful,” He nods his head as a smile begins forming on his lips. “But now, we should go home and take a shower, because I’m probably dripping onto the floor right now.”

“Right, right, yes,” He says and quickly pulls back, sliding out from you and causing your legs to almost give underneath you. “Oh, I got you, I got you,” He says as he wraps his arms around you and holds you upright.

“Next time, a little slower,” You say as he begins guiding you towards where your clothes are, and to turn off the stereo. “Are you okay? Were you comfortable?” He hums and nods his head.

“I’m good, all good, it felt amazing,” He says. “Maybe one day we should do it again.”

[halaboyz]

coward, juyeon

classmate! the boyz juyeon x fem! reader fluff wc: 4.5k hallelujah warnings: none that i know of a/n: fake dating aye aye ayeee .... but its nearly not even discussed ;; finally and definitely words are overused

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Girlfriend. I said girlfriend. Everybody, my girlfriend." Juyeon pulls you beside him as he strikes you with his menacingly fake eye smile, trying to get you into the problem he was currently making.

Your eye twitches in confusion, but your head nods anyway as you twist it slowly to look at his mother and friends in front of him, beaming at Juyeon. His mom quickly takes your hand to shake, eyes brightly smiling at you just like how Juyeon's did.

"It's good to finally meet his boyfriend he's been nonstop talking. It came to a point I thought he was only making up a girlfriend in his head," His mom chuckles and Juyeon grunts beside you as he gently takes your hand back to hold.

"Is he being real now?" Eric questions Chanhee, and honestly, no one knows whether he was being real. So you ask him back.

"Yeah, Juyeon, are you being for real now?" You chuckle, questioning him daringly.

"Yeah, real. Absolutely real." He smiles, nose scrunching at you.

Graduation ceremony just ended and photo ops were everywhere, when Juyeon suddenly asks for a picture with you. When leaving, suddenly, his mom was in front of you along with his friends, introducing you as his girlfriend.

"What the hell was that, Juyeon?" You ask, finally getting some alone time by leaving the hall for a moment. "I'm suddenly your girlfriend?"

"Sorry about that," Juyeon chuckles, scratching his head. "My mom kept bugging me for a girlfriend for a few months already, so I thought I'd... pull you just then," He tried reasoning- still unreasonable.

"Are you kidding me, Juyeon? Me? Of all people?" You act as if crying, head pounding with all of his bullshit. "We're not even the closest friends! We've only talked like- how many times, Juyeon?"

"I'm sorry, y/n... But please bear with this for a while, just over the break! And I promise we'll end like nothing even happened,"

After a few minutes of silence, you stared at Juyeon warily before heaving a sigh, finally giving in.

"Just over the break, Juyeon."

"Mom's inviting you over her birthday..." Juyeon starts over the call, and you could hear him walking around as he stated the purpose of the call. "...And properly meet... literally my whole family."

"What the hell?" You helplessly mock cry, rubbing your temples to come up with a plan. "Juyeon, wasn't it enough that you introduced me as a girlfriend? You invite me to family events now?" You ask. "Look, I know all I've been doing the whole week was lie down and catch up with The Umbrella Academy but any of what you're saying is out of my plans!"

"Well, you're my girlfriend after all, so of course she's going to invite you." You don't know if Juyeon's too innocent and pure to even be doing this. All you know was that he really has no ill intentions over the matter. While you're helpless, someone's more helpless than you. Juyeon is. "I can just say you're not over the weekend, y/n."

"It'll be too rude to decline!" You stop him, "...I'll go."

And there you were, standing in front of their porch by a random Saturday afternoon, box of cake in one hand and flowers in the other. You had to elbow the doorbell, shaking at the apparently, first meet the whole family.

"Oh!" Juyeon's bright smile welcomes you once the door opens, setting the glass of wine she's been holding aside to get the things you've been holding. "Is this all for me?"

"Yes, ma'am," You chuckle, accepting a side hug from her. "Happy birthday, ma'am. I hope I'm not bothering your day,"

"You keep saying ma'am- we're family now! You should call me mom too! And don't worry about barging in, I invited you! Let me get Juyeon," She welcomes you in, leading you to the living room but even before she steps away, she turns around to look at you again. "Right! I almost forgot." She smiles, "Thank you for these." She raises both of her hands that now hold what you held, and you smile at her.

"Of course." You stay wandering around the living room, looking at the endless picture frames and you see Juyeon's growth throughout the years.

Although being classmates with him since first year high school, you realize you never really got to interact with him as much. As classmates, yes, but nothing outside of school grounds.

Looking at each picture since being a baby, and then from starting kindergarten, to the recent graduation, a giggle can't help leaving your lips when you realize that Juyeon's eye smile never changed.

"What are you laughing at?" You jump at Juyeon's voice beside your ear, looking at the frame you were last looking. When you whip your head to the side, his face was inches away. You step back due to shock, almost tumbling their vase down. "Sorry, did I scare you?" He giggles, putting his hands in his pants pockets. "You didn't call me so I wasn't able to get the door for you."

After gaining composure, you smile at him.

"I was holding a flower and a cake. You think I can call you in that case?" You pick on him, jokingly glaring. "I can't come empty handed when it's my boyfriend's mom's birthday."

"And for your boyfriend?" He lets out his hands in front of you, ready to receive something. You scoff, smirking. "Well, you came here for me too, didn't you?"

"Oh, I have one." You shake your head, smiling at him. You take his hand to pull closer to you and lower, stealing a quick kiss on his cheek.

Just at the right timing, his mom enters and invites you to the dining table, and you leave Juyeon with a pat in the shoulder and a sneaky smile.

You miss how Juyeon stays in his place for a whole minute, processing what just happened as his ears go red. His cheekbones slowly make its way up, eyes blinking in an abnormal pace as if it made up for the skip of beat of his heart.

"Juyeon, it's time to introduce your girlfriend," Juyeon's mom knocks on the wall to get his attention, and he immediately gets back flat on his feet and hopping to the dining.

He grabs your hand swiftly as you stand before his family, intertwining it and giving you a glance before introducing you.

"Everybody, y/n. My girlfriend. Y/n, my family. Sister, Younger brother, Mom, and Dad." They all smile at you as you give your respects to them, and then melting at Juyeon's warmth as you hide behind his shoulder due to shyness at everyone's eyes on you.

You were definitely, definitely welcomed.

And from that point on, you didn't even feel like you were just a fake girlfriend.

Not until right after eating, no. When suddenly, his younger brother asks you when you started dating.

"My brother always tells me everything! So I was upset when he revealed that he had a girlfriend but didn't tell me before..." He pouts and Juyeon chuckles, mumbling another apology to the poor guy.

Saliva caught up in your throat though, chugging down the whole glass of water trying to think of a good answer. You tried pinching Juyeon's thigh under the table but he only shoos it off, meaning you were on it by yourself only.

"Ah, haha." You tried lighting up the atmosphere. Everybody was waiting for your answer, and you try to come up with the safest one.

"Actually, we just started dating since graduation." You smile, and everybody sits still in silence. "Before the ceremony, I finally agreed after Juyeon pursued me for months," You exaggerate, finally earning chuckles from the family. You silently let out a sigh of relief and continue the conversation. "I'm sorry your brother didn't tell you,"

Because he didn't tell me either.

You glare at Juyeon for a second, smiling in a second once you whipped your head in front.

"What do you like most about my brother? Because I don't see anything someone like you would like from my brother. Definitely out of his league." His sister jokes around, earning a whine from Juyeon and a subtle kick under the table.

And you ponder. It takes you a few minutes because really, this wasn't one of the questions you imagined being asked today, right in front of his family.

"See! She can't even answer!"

You take a glance at Juyeon, and then chuckle.

"I think it's just hard to put into words," You explain, holding Juyeon's hands. Without trying to die out of cringe, you exhale deeply. "I think it was Juyeon's smile that I love most." You smile, turning to his family while letting your hand stay on his. "It never changes. From first year, to now, it's safe to say that Juyeon's smile never changed. And it felt... relieving? Of some kind- to realize that although everything was changing, he wasn't."

Everybody was silent. Their eyes were on you, especially Juyeon. He wasn't expecting any serious answer for he only dragged you into this mess but... now, he's far from regretting the choices he's been making.

"It felt comforting. His presence as a whole too, that I could come and go run to someone that was far from changing. And I could only hope to be the same for him." You tighten your hold on Juyeon's hand, and he was already smiling up to his ears.

The scene made everyone's heart flutter, and although Juyeon's sister almost vomited, she hated to admit it was pleasing to the eye that finally, someone had Juyeon's back.

Meanwhile Juyeon, was dying of cuteness. He wanted to squish you in a tight hug-- although you were definitely just a fake girlfriend, and he has no idea whether you were making that up- it doesn't matter.

He has fallen way too deep.

To be honest, everything he reasoned out to be in this situation was true. Except the fact that he had to run around the large hall room just to look for you and was even ready to beg you to help him out. Turns out, you found him. You. It was you who found him. And coincidentally, was already in front of his mom and his friends.

When you saw him, you weren't really planning on it, were you? But since he was already in front of you, you asked for a picture.

And fast forward- which got you into this mess. Would you even call it a mess?

"Well that was one fine lunch." You whisper, already habitually holding his hand as you made your way to the living room alone with him.

"I enjoyed it." Juyeon chuckles, which makes you whip your head toward him. When you took a seat, you furrowed your eyebrows. Juyeon was continuously smiling at you, which makes you burst out laughing.

"Juyeon, you're overusing your special killer move. Stop smiling, you'll grow on me." You point at him and he... wriggles in place, falling right beside you on the couch.

"I'm sorry you had to go all through that," He starts, grabbing your hand to study. He memorizes how your warmth feels, where your calluses break the softness and smoothness of your skin, and how your fingers are just like the right piece of puzzle to his large fingers to intertwine with.

"Don't worry about it. At the end of it all I had fun," You smile, and you scoot to the side to take a better look at him, looking at your hand.

And you wonder, how come you've never laid your eyes on him?

"Right, my sister is getting married next month, they'd expect me to bring you as my plus one," Juyeon turns to look at you after intertwining your hands, and once again, your faces were only inches apart. "T-that's... if you're, uh, free, of course."

"I'm agreeing only because I liked your family." You chuckle, poking his nose lightly.

"And me?" It almost comes out as a whisper, and you softly smile.

"And you."

"I'm five minutes away," You giggle over the phone, "Sorry, I was stuck in traffic."

"Take your time, I'm waiting patiently," Juyeon chuckles when he senses your panic in your voice, trying to calm you down. He waits by the entrance doors, bidding goodbye once he sees you hopping to the mall.

"Hey, sorry." Juyeon ends the call and buries his phone in his pocket, smiling at you. He gives you a side hug and assures you once again, giving you the small bouquet of tulips he bought prior. "Ooooh Juyeon, what's this for?"

"For our first date." He twirls in place due to embarrassment, while you give him the most cheeky smile you could give.

"Aw! Thank you Juyeon! So much for being a fake girlfriend," You chuckle, and you don't mean to be a party pooper, really.

It was just to... remind the both of you.

You inhale sharply to change the sudden drop of mood, smiling.

"Now, help me find a good outfit for the wedding."

You've been roaming around trying to find the best outfit that fit the garden theme of the wedding, not seeming to find the 'right' one for you.

"You must be tired. We should eat first," You frown apologetically, pulling him beside you to sit.

"I'm okay though," Juyeon worriedly looks at you who seems frustrated, taking your hand to caress.

"I just can't see any dress to my liking," You pout, stomping your feet childishly.

"Should we go drive to another mall?"

"No, it's fine. I've bothered you enough. We can go check one last store and then I'd have to settle with what I can," You explain, pressing your lips to a thin line. "But before that, we should eat."

"What do you want to order?" You ask, turning to him when he's still so busy looking up the menu. You chuckle, initiating to order yours first when you realize the cashier was gawking at Juyeon already. "Sorry, excuse me?" When she still hasn't responded, you groan in annoyance. "Juyeon, baby, you still haven't decided?" You chuckle, pulling him closer.

Juyeon buffers in real life when he hears you say baby, blinking rapidly.

"Huh?" But a smile was forming in his lips. "Baby, sorry. Baby, I'll take the F2 set, baby." See, when Juyeon wants to tease you with your slip of mouth, he tends to overuse it toward you. You roll your eyes, but mirror his smile anyway.

"You were saying what, baby?" Juyeon asks as you take a seat, laughing his heart out.

"My god, I hate you so much," You groan, looking away.

"Oh but do you, really? You hate your baby so much?" He coos, and you push his face away. After letting out a hearty laugh, "Let's go to your last store and pick a dress. The sun's going down. If you want, we can go drive by another mall by tomorrow before the wedding the day after tomorrow."

"It's okay. You should go rest for tomorrow too. I'll pick a dress there in the store," You smile, urging him to go and eat first. "Thank you for going with me, Juyeon. You must be really tired,"

"I told you, I'm okay." He shakes his hand in front of you, and for a second, you suppress the urge to hold his hand. "I enjoyed today and had fun with you."

As you made your way to the last store, he sees your eyes shine at the variety of options presented to you. But one dress appealed the most to you, immediately picking it.

"This is it, Juyeon," You whisper, hands roaming around the peach ankle-length floral sundress that perfectly fit your body. "This is it, Juyeon!" You jump out of the dressing room, showing him the dress and twirling in place in happiness.

Juyeon admires. It was the first time you had shown him any of the dresses you have tried on, and "God, you're beautiful." was the only thing that could come out of his mouth.

God, you were really, very, so beautiful.

You chuckle shyly, looking around when Juyeon only looks at you with such heart eyes.

"I'll go change back now, I'll take this," You blabber, skipping back to the dressing room. After one last look at yourself, you smile satisfyingly.

Juyeon is only brought back to reality when you're out of sight, and only realizes he was holding back his breath when he releases a long sigh.

Oh he just can't wait to see you again in that dress.

And his reaction doesn't really change when he sees you walking down the stairs of your porch, all ready to go with a sweet smile on your face.

"Beautiful." He says when he takes your hand to assist you, holding the passenger seat's door open.

"Not so bad yourself, baby." You scrunch your nose, taking a seat and eyes following Juyeon outside until he finally settled beside you.

"Ready?" He asks, and when he sees you smile, he finally starts the car.

And actually, time flies by fast when you're with Juyeon. The car ride was fast and fun, and it didn't occur to you until now that you and Juyeon clicked so much.

"I'll go get us some drinks. You must be thirsty after all that greetings from my family." You nod, smiling at him after sitting.

"Please be fast," You whisper, your introverted ass not not surviving for a minute alone in a social place. Juyeon chuckles as he pats your head, jogging to the back kitchen to grab you some drinks.

"Hey," When you thought Juyeon was back, you quickly turn to smile but is only greeted by his cousin, Jungwoo.

"Oh, hi! Jungwoo, right?" You welcome, growing uncomfortable at the stranger, but not wanting to be rude.

"Aye, you remembered!" Jungwoo lightens the mood, and had no other ill intentions but to keep you company. He sits besde you and starts a small talk, in which eventually you grew comfortable of his presence.

He was a funny guy, and made you laugh a lot. Now even that he stays still, the way he moves, he makes you laugh.

"Unfortunately, your clown has to go now. I have to take care of things on the groom's side, you know, for their last salut for tonight,"

"Oh yeah, do so! I'm so sorry I took much of your time. I wonder where Juyeon went," You smile apologetically, shaking your hands in front of him to urge him to go ahead.

"There your prince charming goes," He pouts to a direction, making you whip your head to the side. The familiar face finally makes you heave a sigh of relief, smiling at him.

He lets out a fake smile for a second, as he makes his way to you.

"Had fun?" Juyeon asks hastily, after nodding at Jungwoo and sitting where Jungwoo had sat.

"Yeah, your cousin's fun! Definitely should try stand up comedy," You chuckle, ignorant of Juyeon's change of mood.

"Good." That's where it hit you, when Juyeon didn't have his signature smile plastered on his face, simply chugging the glass of champagne twirling between his fingers.

"Did something happen? Why the long face?" You question, taking his hand to caress.

"Nothing," He sighs, swiftly turning your hand for him to hold. He shoots you a smile, scooting closer. Maybe he's just had a bad moment back there, so you didn't press on it further. "The salut's next, then we can go back to the accommodation if you're tired,"

"No it's fine! I'm enjoying, and you're back anyway," You smile, and pay attention once the clank of the knife on the wine glass was heard.

"...Cheers!" Juyeon's sister raises her glass as everybody does, drinking the champagne right after.

"We're inviting all of the couple in the middle of the stage for the slow dance, in line with the newly wedded's requests! This has been..." The host had finally concluded the reception, the lights dimming and focusing on the stage, the music turning into a romantic, slow song.

A lot has been making their way in the middle, and your smile never leaves your face in adoration of the beautiful scene in front of you.

"Hey lovebirds, you should go dance too," Juyeon's parents suddenly appears behind the both of you, pushing you to stand and pulling you in the middle in contrast of Juyeon's whines.

Of course, he wasn't able to refute his parents' glares and formally takes your hand, asking for a dance.

"It's okay, I don't really know how to dance so,"

"That's okay, you have me." Juyeon smiles, and somewhat, that convinced you. So you take his hand and made your way in the middle, greeting the newly weds. You saw how Juyeon's sister raised her eyebrows at his brother teasingly, which earned her a chuckle.

Juyeon shyly teaches and guides you where to put your hands, and you feel how his palms were sweaty.

"I think you're more nervous than me, judging how your palms are sweaty and how fast your chest's going up and down in a second," You chuckle, laying your hand on his left chest. You feel how fast his heart is beating, and for a second right there, you were worried. "Did you drink too much? How come your heart's beating this fast, Juyeon?"

He nervously chuckles, but doesn't give you an answer. He continues to teach you how to waltz, and you comply... terribly.

"That's okay, you can just go and step on me all you want," Juyeon's laugh rings around your ears pleasantly, and as selfish as you can be, you want to be the only reason why he laughs like that.

The past month had been weird, but oddly heart fluttering because of Juyeon. Weird from the start that he had to ask you to be his fake girlfriend, and him as someone you had limited interactions only. But aside all that, you had been enjoying getting to know him and his family.

How his slow ass will never survive your fast pace, how he plays basketball any free second he's given, how he always have to drink milk at 8 am sharp, how he cannot, for the life of his, watch any scary video, much more a horror movie, without company, or how he gets upset easily.

"You were laughing a lot with Jungwoo earlier. What did you two talk about?" You chuckle at Juyeon's attempt to have a small talk, to hopefully avert your attention away from his stammering and cold sweating due to the close proximity.

"I figured you're jealous." You shrug, following his sense of rhythm and miraculously not stepping on him. "You don't have to, baby. We were talking about your diaper days. And he had lots of stories to tell about you so..."

"Who's jealous? Your baby? I don't think I need to be," When he finally hears you call him your endearment once again, his shoulders go way to high again, which makes you laugh.

You pull him in to a comfortable hug, swaying to the sound of the slow melody. You feel Juyeon stiffen, so you melt more into his warmth.

"You know, Juyeon, I'm at a point where I want to thank you for dragging me into this mess," Maybe you initiated a hug because you didn't want to face him as you say what has been bugging your mind all night. "For introducing me as your fake girlfriend. You've been nothing but good to me, as well as your family. To think that this will all come to an end so soon breaks my heart." You pout, and you thank the lords you're not seeing how Juyeon is reacting right now.

Because if you do, you might really just cry right then and there. Juyeon was too good to be true for you, and for a fact that you were the one who wanted all of this to end as soon as possible from the start was horrendous to think about. You should even be thanking him for giving you the opportunity to be treated by the Lee Juyeon.

"y/n-,"

"What I'm saying is, Juyeon... I like you. Over the past month, I've grown to like you not just a fake boyfriend. I hope I'm making sense here," You sigh, genuinely afraid of the chance of rejection. "I know I said we should end it by today but... If you still agree with that, I understand, you can leave me here and I won't hold any grudge."

You close your eyes, eventually feeling Juyeon's tensed body ease up, breaking the hug. Your chest tightens, feeling disappointed as your head drops down in embarrassment. You wait for a few seconds before opening your eyes, ready to walk away but there Juyeon was, in front of you, adoring your hunched self.

Just a second ago, he was the one all tensed up and all ready to call off the agreement in respect of your pleas of getting out of the messy situation. But now, he was the one all smug and confident, thanking you internally because you were the one who confessed.

Because really, would he even think about confessing after the dumb move he made in that graduation hall?

"You're so cute," Juyeon takes ahold of both of your arms again and guide its way atop his shoulders, softly linking his forehead onto yours sweetly. "y/n, you like a coward who's been hiding his feelings for 5 years straight. You like a coward who didn't think twice about his actions, a coward who, instead of confessing, drags the girl he likes all these years in front of his family and friends, introducing her as his girlfriend. You like a coward who was even thinking of letting you go just a minute ago, y/n. Because if you didn't even bat an eye on me all those years we've been classmates... what more can I bring to the table now, right?"

Juyeon's mind was all over the place. Just like how you were thinking awhile ago, he thinks you're indeed to good to be true for him. That you don't deserve someone as simple as him, someone as cowardly as him.

"Juyeon, look at me." You cup his cheek, smiling assuredly at him. "You're more than enough for me. I like you as you are, and I will love you as you offer. You're my coward, Juyeon. And I will take what you can give. We'll be each other's answers in each of our lapses. We don't have to be perfect. I just want you, Juyeon."

And as deep as the night, Juyeon finally lets go of his doubts, taking the hand you cupped his cheek with to kiss, and following your forehead thereafter.

It was safe to say that Juyeon was being real now. However this time, you were too. You both were.

taglist: @sunlightwoo (answer the form on my pinned to be included!)

[hcuyk]

okay since you're back, may i please request something around 4am with changmin (or sunwoo?) and make it angst or comfort or whatever just because why not thank you my love i'm so happy you're here you don't imagine how much

[4:01AM]

Not often did you wake up in the middle of the night, yet something felt different. Maybe it was because there was a sudden lump that had developed within your pillow or the temperature in the room had changed, but your dream had slowly faded into darkness. As you adjusted to your senses and reality itself, your eyes fluttered open and caught a glimpse of Changmin in the dark.

Your eyes traced the silhouette illuminated by the moon, noticing his eyes wide and fixated on the ceiling. Unsure of both the time and if Changmin had noticed you, you scooted over to where he was and wrapped your arms around one of his, hugging it close to your chest.

“Why are you up?” you mumbled while tucking your nose behind his shoulder, wanting to remain as close as possible. 

Changmin turned his head to face you, slightly startled that you had woken up, but his parted lips of shock curled up into a warm smile—it was almost impossible to not be in love whenever he saw you. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head before shifting in his spot, adjusting so he could bring you into his arms.

“Why are you awake, hm?” He pulled you in close and against his chest, allowing you to snuggle up against him within his embrace. 

“I asked you first,” you retaliated. You gave him an exaggerated pout before having it interrupted with a yawn. He shook his head and laughed at you softly, his arms squeezing you. He then had one of his hands gently pat you on the head, providing a weak attempt to get you back to sleep.

“Just woke up randomly, and I couldn’t go back asleep,” he whispered.

“You better not be bullshitting.” He giggled at your grumble, causing you to shuffle your feet under the comforters and kick his legs when you found them. Changmin then burst out in laughter at your terrible attempt and refuted the action by locking his legs around yours, trapping you completely in his hold. 

Instead of fighting back, your tired state melted against him, but you still glared at him as a threat. 

“I’m not bullshitting, I promise.” Your skepticism made him coo and kiss your nose, watching as your bunched-up facial features began to relax.

“We sleep together?” Noticing your slight worry, he nodded and pressed a soft kiss against your lips to reassure you.

“We sleep together.”

It had taken less than a few minutes for you to knock out, but Changmin was still completely awake. He would play with your hair, tucking strands behind your ear, before his thoughts drifted off once more. He kissed your cheek with a whispered ‘I love you’ before untangling himself from you to glance at the ceiling once more. 

His eyes then trailed over to the nightstand by their bed, and without much thought, he silently pulled out the drawer to take out a small velvet box. He flipped it open to reveal the ring he had bought you and raised it to where the moon was shining, wanting to look at it one last time before officially getting down on one knee for you.

His heart thudded against his chest and fluttered the moment he thought about you wearing it on your ring finger. He smiled and put it away so he could go back to holding you, finally relaxed enough to fall back asleep.

You were his forever, and he couldn’t wait for tomorrow. 

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author's note // first timestamp for changmin! (the other one was unhinged and we pretend it doesn't exist 😭). matty my biggest supporter ilysmsmsmsmsmsmsm thank you for sending this in i hope you enjoy ALSO this may or may not be canon kidult changmin 🫣

[cloverdaisies]

NOWHERE TO RUN

tbz scream (1996) au

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 @: cloverdaisies

description: if the landline rings, remember to answer the questions 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. you don’t want to be locked in a house with a masked killer. a tbz au based on & inspired by (scream 1996).

warnings: mentions of violence, murder, blood. this is a work of fiction !!! however, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 … 🔪💀

member: tbz x you

channel: @deoboyznet

word count: 5k+

NEWS ANCHOR: “The murder of two high school students in the small town of Saltclover has led to the closure of their local high school due to an outbreak of pranks. Students wearing a costume sold as the grim reaper or as their calling it ‘ghost face’ have been heartlessly terrorizing this suburban school after the incident. This is Madeline Fox, Channel One News.”

♫ PSYCHO KILLER - TALKING HEADS plays faintly in the distance. ♫

🔪 10PM IN SALTCLOVER, 30th October 1996

“AGHHH!” A group of kids scream as a man adorning a ghostface mask whips his around from the corner of a tree. Then they scream again as they see another one behind them.

“Got ‘em.” Juyeon rips the mask of his face, high fiving Changmin as they both chuckle with enlightenment.

“Guys it’s not funny to be wearing those, nevermind scaring the little ones.” You sigh, stood on the front porch with a bowl of candy tucked between your elbow.

“They’re literally middle schoolers, too old to be trick or treating anyway. Besides what? You scared?” Changmin laughed, rubbing the mask in your face before walking inside, Juyeon chuckling shortly behind him.

The crackling of the log fire in the living room created a warm ambience, lighting up the room in an orange light. Duvets and pillows all messily lined across the floor as halloween played on the television on the opposite side of the room.

“And then she screams, the ghost is right behind her. She runs away he catches her and guts her like a fish. It was all a dream though.” Changmin burst into maniacal laughter before tucking himself into the sheets beneath him.

“What if, he caught her, bit off her fingers and became known as the finger ghost.” Juyeon adds with spooky jazz hands, crouched in front us, the both of them kept chuckling and watching your reactions, but nothing.

“You guys, two people we know literally died can you not take this a little bit more seriously?” You asked cocking an eyebrow towards the two boys who stared back blankly.

“The more fear you feel, the more you manifest the danger y/n.” Changmin sighed, grabbing the television remote began flicking the channels for another movie.

Eventually all the horror films that you’d all seen around 3 times over sent all 3 of you to sleep. As you slept soundly with locked doors, closed blinds, a black cat perched upon your windowsill looking out into the moon.

🔪7PM SALTCLOVER, 31st October 1996

♫ BACKSTREET BOYS - EVERYBODY, playing through the stereo system. ♫

Halloween was usually a time of harmless fun, where most normally functioning teenagers dressed in silly costumes and pretended they were in a movie as they trashed somebody else’s shitty house party. Unfortunately with a serial murderer running around it was hard for most of society to have fun, knowing someone in a grim reaper mask could show up any second and take your life from your hands. The boys didn’t seem to let such nuisance bother them as they all showed up to your home, wearing costumes from the classics to movie characters to musicians.

“Guys let’s play ring of fire!” Kevin suggested, suitably clothed in a ruby red leather outfit that resembled Michael Jackson’s from the iconic Thriller music video - seemingly he’d put a lot of effort into crafting the costume, that was much like Kevin. The boys each sprant to the kitchen to table, placing a huge cup in the middle of a circle of cards before each looking at Sangyeon hopefully, who wore a blue jumpsuit, in hand a Michael Myers Mask from the famous horror movie ‘Halloween’

“Oldest first.” Sunwoo, the green power ranger pointed towards the cards waiting for him to pick, a silly smirk painted on his face. “Youngest last.”

“That’s unfair but whatever.” Sangyeon grabbed a card picking up the 9 of hearts and flashing it to the table. “Nine is rhyme, so death.”

“Breath.” Haknyeon, wearing all black with a batman mask, quickly added as they began to go around the table reciting words that rhymed.

“Why’d you pick that? Because you’re breath stinks?” Hyunjae laughed pulling a silly face to the boy who hid behind a chuckle at the remark.

“I was actually thinking about yours.” Haknyeon replied cleverly, sticking his tongue out like a child and then looking at Sunwoo expectantly.

“Meth.” Sunwoo added bluntly.

“What I’ll be doing when I leave this place.” Chanhee, rolled his eyes taking a polite chug of his drink since he couldn’t think of a word that rhymed. He wore all red with glitter on his eyes, his skin glowed off the colour and his neatly arranged side part brought everything together.

The sound of the landline ringing and rattling on the kitchen wall interrupted the circle, Sangyeon sighed and got up as the rest of the boys chatted and carried on with the game.

“Hello Sangyeon. You know …”A mysterious low voice taunted him on the other end of the line, you could almost here the cheshire cat grin across the long eerie pause he left. “I think there’s a snake in the room, I see you’re wearing Michael’s costume quite appropriate for someone who is willing to stab their friends in the back.”

“Who’s this?” Sangyeon furrowed his brows and adjusted his posture as he awaited a reply from the caller.

“Answer the question right to survive, who said this ‘Changmin is so insufferable, I have no idea why we are still friends with him’? Little cut throat to say about a friend right?”

“Oh shutup, prank call another house.” Sangyeon almost let out a cackle at how pathetic the call was in his head, probably just one of their high school friends trying to scare him.

“If you hang up you die. I can see you smiling, how about I cut one into that face of yours smart ass.” The mysterious caller grew angry, spitting down the wire hating the ridicule and how unserious Sangyeon thought he was.

“Okay, listen I said it and what?” Sangyeon smiled, since he knew the answer even if this guy was going to kill him, he was going to be correct anyways.

“Incorrect.” The caller replied with a dubious snicker, the sound of him licking his lips grotesquely sounded crystal clear through the speaker.

“What?” Sangyeon laughed in disbelief, he definitely had said that to a few people before so there was no way on earth it wasn’t him - at least in his mind.

“Sunwoo said it, you agreed remember? Don’t you?” Suddenly, Sangyeon’s memory jogged, despite having repeated Sunwoo’s words he wasn’t the first person to say such a thing.

“Who are you?” Sangyeon demanded to know the caller’s identity, his anger made evident as he gritted his teeth and gripped the halloween mask between his fist damp with fear.

“You didn’t even get to the next round. It was horror movie trivia! Snakes don’t survive in this world and as they always say oldest first!” The caller laughed before the phone was slammed into the receiver by Sangyeon, who then stormed up to the bathroom to cool off.

“What’s wrong with him?” Sunwoo asked, as he looked around at the silence on the table, the boys each staring blankly at each other as if there was something he’d missed whilst he’d went to retrieve a beer.

“Well, I walked past and whoever was on the phone said he’d been talking about Changmin behind his back with Sunwoo.” Jacob replied talking a sip of his drink obliviously, wearing a red polo and green apron with a shitty cardboard prop that read “PIZZA DELIVERY” in his own hand writing.

“Listen Changmin, we didn’t mean it like that-.” Sunwoo tried to excuse himself before Changmin who had dressed as Chucky slammed his palms on the table and walked out, tears in his eyes, into the garden for some air, Hyunjae following closely behind him in his Boy George costume.

“Guys we shouldn’t figh-” Younghoon tried to mediate but ultimately failed, the white garments and halo clearly not doing him any favors in trying to play peacemaker in this little argument.

“Let’s not try solve this right now, quite frankly I can’t be bothered.” Juyeon slammed his beer down on the table next to you, picking up the lasso for his Indiana Jones get up and also walking out on to the patio to observe the night.

“Roger that.” Eric further got up, his blonde hair slicked back and an orange scarf tied around his neck. He made probably the most accurate ‘Fred’ from scooby doo you’d ever seen.

🔪 HEY Y/N, WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?

🔪.

It made you happy to see everyone dressed up and get together at times like this, however you couldn’t bare to see everyone argue over such childish stuff like he said this? he that? bullshit.

Still the party is lively nethertheless, Juyeon appears from the patio seemingly having brought more beers from the garage in his hands.

Before he even began to speak a bloodcurdling scream bellows through the hallways, the sound of footsteps dashing downstairs and muffled tears getting closer to the kitchen.

“It’s Sangyeon, he’s dead! The front door is wide open, someone came in and killed him.” Chanhee screams, the palms of his hands covered in blood, trembling in fear with tears falling down his face. Juyeon gets up and dashes up the stairs followed by Sunwoo and soon Hyunjae as he hears the commotion.

Kevin calls the police, on the kitchen landline and you run to hug Chanhee and sit up down on one of the chairs as you shush and cradle him.

Soon sirens were arriving and red and blue lights flashed through the windows, who could of done this? It can’t be one of us? Surely.

🔪. 2.AM IN SALTCLOVER, 1st November 1996

News Anchor: “A killer is indeed on the loose, at a local house party where locals teens were celebrating the halloween season, they found their friend in the bathroom murdered. The police have advised no one to leave their homes until further notice.”

♫ SOMEBODYS WATCHING ME - ROCKWELL ♫ playing over the following scene.

“I mean how did he even get into my house? You don’t understand I’m terrified!” You fiddle with the wire of the telephone as the police search through your home. Eric on the other end of the line agrees, tries to calm you down a little bit, but at the same time he’s seemingly also chill about the situation.

You’d all been questioned on the scene, and whilst they tried to catch the killer who could be nearby, any extra evidence collection was postponed until further notice.

“We’re all done here.” A police officer pops his head through the crack of your door, you quickly ended the call, briefly saying bye to Eric. “Are you sure you’ll be okay tonight?” He further asked taking off his hat and giving you a comforting smile.

“Yeah I’ll manage.” You reply with a nod, knowing you were smart enough to keep everything under control on your own.

As the officer and forensic clean up team left, you closed your bedroom door feeling to ill to use the upstairs bathroom with the events of tonight. Before the landline began to rattle and ring on your bedside table again.

“What Eric?” You laugh picking up the phone expecting him to be there on the other end of the line again like he always was, yapping for hours and unable to control his talkative tendencies.

“Hi y/n.. how’s your evening.” A low unrecognizable male voice speaks through the line, you tangle your fingers in the wire and stand to look out of your bedroom window.

“Who’s this?” You ask with an eyebrow raised, a shiver tickling your spine at the sheer depth of his voice.

“How about I get to know you first, what’s your favorite horror movie?” He asked tauntingly, his breath heavy and menacing.

“Hmm.. Probably Friday the 13th why?” You answered the question before rolling your eyes, thinking a man had probably been looking for people to prank call in yellow pages and stumbled across you.

“Well answer me this question, I can see you looking outside but no one is there honey.” He spoke with a sly chuckle after pretty much every word he said and that’s when slight fear started to cross your mind.

“Exactly no one’s there, you’re just trying to scare me liar.” You laugh at him trying to scare you, after all there’s plenty of creeps out there and so many ghostface wannabes. He couldn’t possibly strike twice in one night.

“Oh but don’t you see I am.” With that a firework was set off on your front porch causing your breath to fall short, watching the red lights hit your window causing you to fall back on to your bed clumsily.

“What do you want from me?” You tremble slightly but assert confidence in your voice as he tries to taunt you from the outside.

“Oh I just want you to answer my questions.” You could hear the nature from outside, the trees rustling behind him as he spoke.

“What if I just hang up?” You asked before you heard him begin shouting down the line in a vicious tone about how idiotic you were being.

“Then I’ll gut you like a fish you clever bitch.” He spat clearly violently annoyed you were not taking him seriously, which irked him to the core. Covering your mouth, you realized he was being serious, this is what happened to Sangyeon on the phone? tears beginning to well as he begins to ask his question.

“In the movie Friday the 13th, what happened to the camp in 1958 that made it close?” He asked you a question about the movie you’d seen so many times, you can’t possibly get it wrong.

“Oh,I know this! Jason drowned and everyone thought he was dead..” You bit your lip anxiously, hand shaking, but you knew it ! That’s how Jason got away with it, they all thought he was dead!

“Incorrect. That was in 1957, there was a serial murder at the camp in 1958-” After he spoke those words you slammed the phone down, you should have thought more about your answer but you couldn’t help but think he would have killed you if you’d gotten it right anyway.

You almost wanted to crawl into a hole as the phone line ended, before you heard an immense crash echoing through halls and coming the front door. Footsteps creaking on the staircase, the end was near as the black fabric of his suit trailed the wooden floors.

You grabbed your star light, the metal cage that housed a bulb was the sharpest object in the room before creeping towards your bedroom door, locking it, ready to strike. You weren’t the dumb character in their horror movie, you were the smart one who put up a fight, you will be the one that escapes.

A knock at your door made your heart beat faster before a series of banging, splitting the wood of the door as the killer burst through in the grim reaper mask, gripping a sharp silver dagger.

You threw the lamp with every bit of strength and the killer fell to the ground with the metal wires of the light lodged in his stomach. You ran past him before he got up and chased you down the staircase, grabbing anything on your way and throwing it right at him. You tried to get out the front door but it was bolted shut and ghostface mask grabbed the back of your shirt holding you against him with the knife to your neck. Complying with him by putting your hands up before suddenly breaking free of his grip and pushing his hand away, it was clear he wanted to hear you scream and at least hear you suffer before being able to kill you.

After managing to escape you dash into the kitchen, throwing a chair to break the patio doors which were likely also locked and ran around towards the back gate, also bolted shut and nowhere near budging.

The killer stood at the end of the alleyway next to your house, slowly stepping closer as your back pressed against the back gate. Next to your foot there was a brick that prevented the gate from swinging open in the night, grabbing it you lobbed it straight towards the killer, hitting him square where he was already injured.

“How dare you kill my friends asshole.” You yelled at the top of your lungs before placing both feet on the metal bars of the fence and jumping over with a struggle, barely landing on your feet. You ran onto the street in front of your house and yelled for help, before you saw headlights driving towards you.

The worn down brick red car only belonged to one person you knew, Juyeon who stuck his head out of the window and called your name as you looked at him with fear in your eyes. Panicked with no other option, you ran towards the passenger door swung it open with the last of your strength and got in.

“Darling what happened?” Juyeon looked at you with concern, his eyes then scanning the wind mirrors and rear view as you told him to drive over and over again in pure terror that you wouldn’t make it out in time.

“He got in again, he was asking me about all these horror movies and tried to kill me-“ You rambled on out of breath, your body covered in tiny cuts and bruises from all the falling and colliding with things.

“Well you escaped, that’s the main thing.” The only words Juyeon could find were those, as he exhaled his smoke with the burning cigarette he held outside the car window.

“I guess so, why are you driving up here anyway?” You manage to gather your thoughts and slightly move away from the original problem at hand, since if you thought about it anymore you would force yourself into a heart attack.

“I was actually coming to check on you, I mean your parents being away is not exactly ideal in the current climate. Your phone line has been engaged for the past hour.” Despite this being a believable statement, you still couldn’t understand his suspiciously peaceful composure.

You looked at him observing his tranquil features as he looked back you with a pair of innocent doe eyes, almost a face you believed read “how could little ol’ me do anything wrong?” Perhaps you were overthinking everything.

“What?” He looked at you confused, making sure to do a double take at the face you were pulling. “You don’t think I’m the killer do you?” He added a slight chuckle of disbelief before pointing to himself with his other hand on the wheel.

“No. Obviously not. He was in the house, you’re here.” You shake away your thoughts and turn your attention to the view from out the window, the houses, the cars and anything else you could analyze but him.

“I think you’re suspicious, I can’t lie.” He took another puff of the cigarette and shook his head, the black streak of hair he kept gelled moving towards one side.

“I’m not! The more you say I am the more I’m going to assume.” You started to get a bit frustrated with his assuming accusations and and waved your hands to confirm your point just to end his train of words.

“Yeah well you know I wouldn’t to do that to you.” He sighed, flicking the but out of the window and returning both hands to the wheel with a sad face.

🔪5AM SALTCLOVER, 1st November 1996

🚔 COUNTY SHERRIF’S POLICE DEPARTMENT

“Deputy Lee I swear I’m telling the truth. He was there the phone rang, my patio door is smashed through because I was trying to escape.” You try to plea with the officer questioning you, seemingly not believing your story since the door had been smashed through the wrong way at the back.

“I mean look at her she’s all cut up, I don’t understand why you can’t believe her. It will be her next if you don’t do anything, just record it for your brothers sake” Juyeon chimed in, being a witness and also arriving just in time to save you from the mess.

“Look I’ll record it y/n, because it’s you and I know you wouldn’t do that to me. But if you are lying to me and giving false leads you’ll hear about it. Don’t bring my brother into this again.” Deputy Lee was unfortunately Sangyeon’s brother and having to work on a case that involved the murder of his little brother was clearly taking a toll on him, like the rest of us he looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks.

🔪 LEE JUYEON’S HOUSE, FARMLAND OUTSKIRTS OF SALTCLOVER

“Did he wear the costume?” Hyunjae burst in with the rest of the boys, his first question being rather on brand for his lack of care about the situation since all he knew about murder was the movies. Maybe that was his coping mechanism.

“Did he threaten to slice your guts?” Changmin further asked in the parade of questions, not asking if you were okay first because in his eyes, ‘oh well you look fine.’

“Are you okay?” Younghoon asked, Kevin and Chanhee crouching beside the bed you were sat on and making an effort to hold your hand and smile at you bitter sweetly.

“She’s staying here whilst her house is investigated top to bottom for trace of the killer, plus she’s much safer here.” Juyeon stood beside you, his arms folded across the clean white tank top he was wearing.

Interrupting the chaos of the entourage that had come to visit you, the landline began to call again faintly heard from the down the stairs.

“y/n it’s for you sweetie.” Juyeon’s Mom stepped through the door with a smile, letting you know she was going out for the night with Juyeon’s stepfather to a salsa party.

“Hi sweetheart, it’s not over yet. Which door am I at? Guess right.” The same mysterious voice almost whispered down the line as your hands begin to tremble.

“No… No.. Stop doing this and leave my friends alone.” You yell as the boys watch you from across the corridor, shaking in fear of their own.

“Which door? you stupid bitch.” The killer on the line grows angry, he could be at any door at any time who knows? You had to get this right, you can’t lose anymore friends.

“The patio.” You blurted out thinking of the patterns in horror movies and how he would usually break in the past few weeks.

“Incorrect.” He laughed at your petrified screaming, making a fake buzzer noise across the line to taunt you. With that the bathroom swung open revealing ghostface, you began running into the bedroom and locking the door. Juyeon grabs a pistol from beneath his bed and aims at the door that was thrashing. Hyunjae grabs a chair whilst the others hide behind the bed.

The killer wearing the costume store ghostface bursts in, snatches the chair from Hyunjae and battles with him, eventually crushing him beneath the chair as the others scream. Juyeon guides you out of the room behind him and hides you in the closest closet whilst he stands outside telling the others where to hide.

You could hear Sunwoo above all the screaming seemingly battling with Juyeon to get him to move to his own hiding spot, whereas Juyeon insisted he had the weapon he had to be the one to get rid of the killer.

“Don’t kill me. Please this isn’t a god damn movie and I want to be in the sequel.” You heard a shrill voice from outside the closet, muffling your whimpers you clamp your hand over your mouth, until all falls silent on the upper floor and chaos sounds out downstairs. You burst out of the wardrobe to see that Juyeon is gone and on the floor lies Chanhee still breathing but barely, stab wounds oozing with blood across his body.

“Chanhee get in the wardrobe I’ll be back, I’m so sorry.” Tears of fear falling from your eyes like mini waterfalls, as you helped him into the safe place and closed it gently to not alert anyone of his whereabouts, he can survive this, you just have to be quick.

You ran into the kitchen where you saw Eric, knife in hand trying to fend of the murderer but clearly to scared to even use the weapon, you grabbed one of the tall breakfast bar stools and pinned the killer to the counter with its legs with all the adrenaline you had you were able to move quick enough.

“WHO ARE YOU?! TAKE THE MASK OFF.” You screamed at him as he was stuck, he surrendered and brought his hand to his head, gently tugging off the mask.

There stood Changmin drenched in red smudges of blood, smiling like a maniac and laughing at the scene as if you were nothing to him. These years of friendship were nothing to him, what happened? Why? Too many thoughts crossed your mind upon seeing him of all people behind the mask that you almost dropped the strength of the chair you were holding.

“What happened to you? Have you become a psycho, you’ve watched too many damn movies.” You spat with unreal fits of rage at how a friend could’ve done this to all of you, how could he kill his lifelong best friends? After just a few horror movies…

“Psychos are psychos y/n don’t you dare blame it on the movies.” He used the phone voice changer to taunt you. before pushing the chair and you to the ground and grabbing your arm twisting it behind your back and holding a black handheld gun to your head.

“Where’s Juyeon? Where’d you get that gun?” You panicked as you saw the item in his hand, struggling to release yourself from his grip as Eric stayed cornered in the kitchen not knowing whether to strike or not.

“It’s all part of the game y/n, you should have answered the questions right.” Changmin laughed cackling at how pathetic your fear had become to him, that sweet boy you knew years ago had lost himself to a few movies.

“Don’t touch her.” Another ghostface mask appears, there can’t be two, all along there was two? Who else would have done this to you? The mask is pulled off revealing Hyunjae?… “The deal was you wouldn’t touch her.”

“And the deal is off.” Changmin smiled with a cheerful voice, clearly being the mastermind of the situation between the two of them. Shock overtook your fear and you broke out of Changmin’s grip with a sharp snap.

They began to argue like children before Hyunjae snatched the gun out of Changmin’s grip with a struggle, shooting him to the ground.

“Princess don’t be angry. He made me do it, he told me we would be together and we could be happy just us two.” Hyunjae stepped closer to you wielding the gun in his hands, pointing it closer towards you without a finger on the trigger.

“No Hyunjae, you’re a fucking psychopath. You were apart of this all along.” You couldn’t hold back the tears of betrayal that fell from your eyes, as he took the gun and traced it down your jawline looking at you with bright proud eyes.

In the corner of your eyes, you saw Juyeon quietly sneaking into the room, his torso littered with stab wounds blood seeping through his white tank top, visibly and seriously injured. However in his hand, he held the dagger of the original killer, you stayed quiet, not looking at him and stalling Hyunjae who had you pinned against the counter.

“It’s almost over now darling, just Eric left! be my prize! Just me and you, everyone else is gone! They’re dead! Although you would look gorgeous with your guts loose too.” He looked at you with the same bright eyes he always did, as if nothing he was doing was wrong he was about to turn to kill Eric, however, that’s when he screamed.

Juyeon pushed him to the ground, the dagger slicing straight through his chest, blood seeping through the costume as Hyunjae groaned in the pain he’d been able to deal but not tolerate.

“It’s over for you, asshole. Who’s scary movie is it now?” Juyeon laughed before wincing, the hole in his own stomach bleeding profusely.

“Juyeon lie down.” You grabbed the back of his head as he began to fall to the ground, you had no tears left to cry and now you had to be the strong one. You lied him down and began putting pressure on his wound.

“POLICE!” Deputy Lee walks into to the kitchen, mortified at the scenes of the house, it was over, it was all over. The surviving boys were rushed into hospital to recover, for you and Eric it was time to heal emotionally together, because it was all you had.

🔪6AM SALTCLOVER, 5TH NOVEMBER 1996

And in the end, it was most of the boys that survived their injuries, having lost most of your childhood friends it was rough but after living a life of loss, you had to deal with what you had.

Haknyeon wasn’t doing well, he’d managed to escape the house that night but entered intensive therapy and you’d visit him sometimes but he didn’t seem to trust you guys since the entire thing. Fair enough.

On the bench seated outside the hospital, you held 4 bouquets of flowers, one for Juyeon who saved you that night, One for Sunwoo for being so brave and trying to save his friend, one for Chanhee who needed them more than anyone right now even if he wasn’t awake.

“Eric?” You asked kicking your legs waiting for the visiting hours to open on the hospital ward they were situated.

“Hm?” He hummed, listening to music through his walkman and looking up at you thoughtfully.

“Do you think we could have changed things?” You asked with a sigh, the question that had plagued your mind for weeks.

“Probably. But it’s over now, we’re safe.” He replied and brought you into his touch to pat your head comfortingly as the birds sang melodies of the early morning around you.

It was all over, but unfortunately you’d lost too much.

“I just can’t believe they’re gone.” You burst into tears as Eric brought you in for a hug immediately, trying to hush you back into composure.

That’s if you believe they’re dead, or is it all just a game.

🔪.

a/n: so guys ! happy late spooky season 🎃 here at cloverdaisies! this has been in the works for a while and i would love to thank @winterchimez for proofreading my plot and @kimsohn encouraging me to finish it ! 🤍 if you’re reading this remember to go support deoboyznet!! you’ll find plenty other fics and writers there if you don’t know about it already :) ! this fic may not be everyone’s cup of tea but it certainly is mine ! this is massive dedication to original scream franchise, one of my biggest interests outside of kpop… it’s a bit longer than usual for me as well but yk <3

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now playing: etta james - a sunday kind of love

juyeon x gn!reader

8th fic for my anniversary event | requested by anon

wc: 0.4k, fluff, situationship, feelings™

could be read as being the same couple from here

a/n: just had to post this one on a sunday (well it's sunday in my timezone)~

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Waking up early is a very lucky thing, Juyeon thinks, because it means he gets to see you like this, sleeping peacefully next to him with tousled hair and puffy cheeks. It makes him feel like this thing between the two of you is more, and the truth is for him it is. He wants more than this little weekend game you have going on, he wants a love to last past Saturday night. He wants Sunday mornings that aren’t over the moment you wake up and leave. He wants to hold you close and cuddle and he wants your arms to keep him warm in return. He wants you to care and he wants to take care of you. 

It’s silly to fantasize about what could be without ever saying anything. He knows it leads nowhere. But it’s scary to put his feelings out there. After all you may not want the same thing and then he’ll lose what you have now. 

It’s scary, it’s so scary, but perhaps he can dare to cross that line anyway. Because when he looks at you lying next to him like this, he wishes Monday would never roll around so he could drown in this Sunday kind of love forever. So he could have you in his arms and not let go.

You start to stir in your sleep, subconsciously moving closer to him before your eyes blink open. He can’t stop himself from smiling.

“Morning,” he says softly, his own voice still raspy.

“‘m tired,” you mumble and it’s so cute Juyeon feels like he is going to burst at the seams with affection.

“You can still sleep.” It's said selfishly, hoping to have you around just a little longer.

“I need to go home.” But contradictory to your words you close your eyes again.

“You don’t have to,” he says softly, pulling you into his arms, “you can stay.” There is no reply and Juyeon thinks you have probably already drifted off to sleep again. But it's fine, he doesn't mind. Because that means he can spend more time with you like this, resting his chin on top of your head as you snuggle further into his embrace.

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[miumura]

LOVE SHARED WITH WINE — JUYEON FF

SYNOPSIS : when an attempt of trying to have drinks of wine leads to accidental confessions between two best friends. (totally not from the effect of the alcohol).

PAIRING : best-friend!juyeon x best-friend!fem!reader

GENRE : best friends to lovers, fluff

WARNINGS : mentions of alcohol, drinking

WORD COUNT : 2.5K+ (2536)

SOPH — a request from my bae @flwoie ! the way i immediately went to work on this … (hope this makes up for the other two reqs) hope you enjoy this short fic <3

As the evening grew colder, the bustling streets gradually transformed into a peaceful sanctuary as you and Juyeon departed from the lively night mall. The loud chatter gradually subsided, giving way to the gentle sounds of your footsteps and the whispering wind.

With Juyeon shouldering the weight of most of your bags, he attentively listened to your words, finding pure joy in the way your voice grew animated with excitement. The sight of your face lighting up as you shared your thoughts and experiences captivated him.

In the hushed atmosphere of the night, his attention was solely focused on you. He appreciated the way your voice carried, the way your emotions danced across your features. It was in these stolen moments, away from the clamor of the world, that he found solace in being your silent confidant.

Despite his best efforts to deny it to his friends, deep down, Juyeon knew it would be foolish to claim he had no feelings for you. Every time he saw you, a whirlwind of emotions erupted within him, contradicting his denials. The intensity of his reactions spoke louder than any words he could muster.

With every interaction, every stolen glance, Juyeon's conviction wavered. The more he tried to suppress the fluttering emotions, the stronger they became, refusing to be silenced. The magnetism between you was undeniable, an invisible thread pulling him closer, even against his better judgment.

After figuring out his feelings, he felt himself paying more attention to you. He began saying yes to your hangouts without hesitation, eager for any opportunity to spend time with you. His focus shifted, making sure you had a chance to speak before he chimed in, genuinely interested in your thoughts and experiences.

Small gestures became his way of showing his affection, as he couldn't resist the joy that illuminated your face. Whether it was surprising you with your favorite snack or going out of his way to make your day a little brighter, Juyeon found immense satisfaction in seeing you smile.

And now, as the two of you walked side by side, the city's nightlights creating a mesmerizing pathway above, Juyeon couldn't help but revel in the beauty of the moment. He was keenly aware of the subtle brush of your arms against each other, the warmth that seemed to radiate between you.

With every step, the connection between you grew stronger, as did his desire to be a constant presence in your life. The nightlights seemed to guide your path, illuminating the way forward, as if the universe itself was conspiring to bring you closer together.

Juyeon's heart raced, a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. He longed to take your hand in his, to let you know just how much you meant to him. But for now, he savored the simple joy of being in your company, relishing the shared moments and the unspoken promises you two held.

"The lights are so pretty," you say, gazing upward in awe, mesmerized by the shimmering display above.

Juyeon's eyes flicker with a mischievous glimmer as he seizes the opportunity. "You're right," he responds, his voice carrying a subtle boldness. "It makes people look prettier under the light too. It makes me want to snap a picture of you right now."

Your cheeks flush with a gentle warmth as his words sink in. Surprised by his audacity, you meet his gaze, catching the way the lights accentuate his features. You've always known your best friend to be handsome, though it feels almost strange to openly acknowledge it. But it's true—he has a magnetic charm that effortlessly draws attention wherever he goes.

Caught off guard, Juyeon stumbles, realizing the slip of his tongue. "Oh, my bad," he mumbles sheepishly, a tinge of embarrassment coloring his cheeks.

But you can't help but reciprocate his playful banter. With a soft smile, you reply, "You know, you look pretty too." Your eyes meet his, the warmth and sincerity in your voice echoing through the quiet night.

A grin spreads across Juyeon's face, his eyes lighting up with delight at your words. It's a small, shared moment—a genuine exchange that speaks volumes without needing to delve into deeper confessions.

"We can take pictures when we find a place to sit, though," you suggest, a playful smile on your face. Juyeon's eyes light up, instantly agreeing with your idea.

You both begin scanning the surroundings, searching for an ideal spot to pause and capture the moment. Your eyes land on a nearby bench, its inviting presence drawing you in. "Let's go there," Juyeon points out, his voice filled with excitement and anticipation. Without hesitation, he takes the lead, guiding you towards the waiting bench.

As you both settle down on the bench, inching closer together, your eyes naturally gravitate towards the starry night sky above. Lost in the beauty of the moment, an idea sparks in Juyeon's mind, prompting him to set down the bags he was carrying. With a mischievous grin, he reaches into a long bag, revealing a bottle of wine, playfully shaking it as he offers it to you.

"You want some wine as we talk?" he suggests, his voice laced with a playful charm.

Chuckling softly, you respond, "I didn't know we would be drinking it right now." You nod slowly, accepting his invitation with a hint of curiosity.

Juyeon's eyes gleam with anticipation as he blurts out his idea, his words hanging in the air. "Thought of a date idea. Drinking wine under the nightlights. It's pretty cozy, isn't it?"

Your playful nature takes over as you tease him, a twinkle in your eye. "Date idea, huh? Is it a friendly one or something more?"

Caught off guard by his own words, Juyeon feels a rush of warmth spread across his cheeks. He stumbles for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest. "Whatever you want it to be," he whispers, his voice barely audible, feeling himself wear a stupid grin on his face.

The strange sensation in your stomach, the subtle flutter that his confession evokes, it all points towards something more than just friendship. And deep down, you secretly hope that it's a romantic date, just as much as he does.

"Just hold on for a moment," Juyeon requested, determined to open the bottle. Twist after twist, the stubborn cork remained firmly in place. Every time he attempted to twist the corkscrew, his hands betrayed him, and the tool slipped, almost slipping from his grasp. Undeterred, he persisted, trying over and over again. With each unsuccessful try, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment, intensifying the desire to impress you.

"Why won't this budge?" he grumbled to himself, increasing his efforts. He felt your eyes on him, making him panic slightly. "YN, trust me, it's the bottle's fault, not mine. They sealed it too tightly," Juyeon defended himself, unwilling to show any sign of weakness in your presence.

You couldn't help but chuckle in response. "Juyeon, I never judged you in the first place. We can always save the wine for later and enjoy it with our friends."

Although you reassured him, Juyeon's determination to create a memorable impression persisted (even though it wasn't necessary, given your long-standing friendship). "I won't let Hyunjae touch this wine, not even for a second. It was quite expensive, you know. I'd rather share it with you."

"Just give me a minute," Juyeon tried once more, refusing to give up. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his hands and clear his mind of the mounting frustration. With renewed focus, he inserted the corkscrew once again, slowly and methodically, making sure each turn was precise.

You watched him with a mixture of amusement and admiration. Despite the initial struggle, you could see his genuine desire to impress you, even though you had known each other for years and his efforts were unnecessary. But that was Juyeon, always striving for perfection, even in the smallest of things.

As Juyeon persisted, twisting and exerting just the right amount of force, a glimmer of success began to appear. The cork gradually loosened its grip, and a sense of relief washed over him. A smile crept onto your face, appreciating his determination and his refusal to let a stubborn wine bottle defeat him.

Finally, with one last twist, the cork surrendered, releasing a satisfying pop that echoed in the park. Juyeon's face lit up with triumph, and a mixture of joy and relief washed over him.

“You finally did it! Thank you for not giving up," you said sincerely, appreciating his dedication to making the evening special.

Gently taking the two wine glasses from the bag, Juyeon placed them in your hands, making sure they were steady. With a careful hand, he poured the rich, vibrant red liquid into each glass, the color he had longed to see throughout the evening. Once the pouring was complete, he sealed the wine bottle tightly and set it down beside the bag.

"Cheers," Juyeon exclaimed, offering a glass to you, his eyes shining with a blend of pride and affection.

"Cheers to your hard work," you playfully responded. You clink your glass against his, relishing in the taste of triumph and the sweetness of the present moment.

The atmosphere was perfect, wrapped in a serene silence as you both savored the wine under the enchanting glow of the midnight sky.

Amidst the tranquility, you noticed hiccups emanating from Juyeon's direction, his empty glass placed beside yours. His cheeks were adorned with a blush, leaving you uncertain whether it was the effect of alcohol or a result of his fondness for you—perhaps a delightful combination of both.

"Already feeling drunk?" you chuckled, amused by Juyeon's current tipsy state. It was not unusual for him to become drunk sooner than you; you simply had a higher tolerance for alcohol.

As Juyeon tried to steady himself, his words stumbled slightly. "I guess I couldn't resist the taste of this wine, especially when shared with you," he confessed with a lopsided grin.

You couldn't help but laugh, appreciating his candidness. "Well, it's a good thing we're in the park and not somewhere that requires our impeccable coordination," you teased, taking another sip of the wine.

Juyeon nodded, his gaze fixated on you. "I must admit, though, being a bit tipsy makes it easier to let my guard down," he admitted, his voice laced with a touch of vulnerability.

The sincerity in his words made your heart flutter. "Sometimes, the best moments are those when we're unfiltered and free," you replied softly, your own inhibitions melting away as the night grew deeper.

As the night grew deeper and the conversations flowed, Juyeon's cheeks grew even rosier, his inhibitions slipping further away with each passing moment. He looked at you, his gaze filled with an intensity that couldn't be attributed solely to the alcohol.

"I... I have something I want to tell you," Juyeon's voice wavered, his words carrying a mix of nervousness and earnestness.

Curiosity flickered in your eyes as you encouraged him to share. "What is it, Juyeon?"

He took a deep breath, gathering his courage. "I've known you for years, and... I can't deny how much you mean to me. You're not just a friend anymore. I... I think I'm in love with you."

The weight of his confession hung in the air, his vulnerability wrapping around both of you. You felt a surge of emotions, your heart pounding in your chest as you searched for the right words.

"I... Juyeon, I never expected this," you admitted, your voice filled with a mix of surprise and warmth. A soft blush tinted your cheeks as his words reached your ears. The genuine admiration and attraction in his voice made your heart flutter, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for him in return. “I feel the same way.”

A mixture of relief and joy washed over Juyeon's face, his eyes shimmering with newfound hope. "You do?"

You nodded, a smile playing on your lips. "Yes, Juyeon.” Sporting another smile, you decided to playfully tease him. "Save that confession for when you're sober, though.”

“But I am!” Juyeon grumbled, though his grumpy facade couldn't hide the playful glint in his eyes. Your laughter bubbled up once again, unable to resist his adorable antics. His scowl quickly transformed into a broad smile, illuminating his face. It was evident that he had always found you pretty, right from the beginning.

Juyeon's hesitant words hung in the air, his eyes fixed on your captivating features as he nervously asked, "Can I... share a kiss with you?"

The unexpected question caught you off guard, causing your heart to quicken its pace. It felt surreal, almost too good to be true. You observed him staring at you, unaware of the immense impact his simple request had on you. His hesitant inquiry made you realize the depth of his feelings, and you found yourself captivated by the vulnerability in his eyes.

"All of a sudden?" you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper, your heart pounding in your chest. The intensity of the moment was palpable, and you couldn't deny the flutter of excitement that coursed through you.

"Yes, Juyeon," you whispered, your voice filled with a mix of anticipation and longing. "I'd like that."

How harmful could this kiss be?

As Juyeon's lips drew closer, time seemed to slow down. The soft brush of his breath against your skin sent shivers down your spine. With a gentle touch, his lips met yours in a tender embrace, and the world around you faded into the background.

As his lips finally touched yours, the taste of wine lingered, blending with your own, creating a sweet kiss. It was as if the shared sip of wine had prepared you for this moment, deepening the intimacy and adding an extra layer of sensory delight to the kiss.

Neither of you rushed, allowing the anticipation to build, savoring the tender connection growing between you. The pace was perfect, a natural rhythm that aligned with the beating of your hearts.

As you reluctantly pulled away from the lingering kiss, you couldn't help but notice the blush that adorned Juyeon's face, matching the warmth that spread across your own cheeks. His eyes crinkled with a contented smile, a reflection of the joy he had ignited within you. With each passing moment, he seemed to have a way of making your heart beat louder and louder.

"Let's go home, shall we?" you suggested, gently breaking the spell of the moment. Juyeon, still in a daze, sluggishly nodded in agreement. A mix of amusement and tenderness filled your voice as you added, "Geez, what will I do with you?" You fought back a smile as you observed Juyeon, who was already starting to doze off.

Deep inside, you hoped that this beautiful moment would remain etched in Juyeon's memory. But if it were to slip away, you made a silent promise to yourself that you would be the first to confess your feelings. Now that your heart's desires had been confirmed, you were ready to take that leap, to embrace the vulnerability and let your love for him be known.

TBZ PERM TAGLIST — @flwoie @yenavrse @bearseulgs @ilovewonyo @wtfhyuck @ineedaherosavemeenow @ilovechanhee @ja4hyvn @vampcharxter

[ericshoney]

The Boyz Masterlist

Sangyeon

~  Cat and Mouse (Oneshot) (Yandere)

~ Happy birthday Mr leader (Oneshot)

~ “Who the fuck put mistletoe here!” (Oneshot)

Jacob

~ Hide and seek (Oneshot) (yandere)

Younghoon

~ Let’s guess baking! (Oneshot)

~ Quickie (Oneshot) (SMUT) (Part 2)

Hyunjae

~Sweet smell (Oneshot) (Yandere)

~ Not so cocky now (Oneshot) (SMUT)

Juyeon,

~ Fight for your love (Oneshot)

~ Brother!Juyeon (Headcannon)

~ Hands (Oneshot) (SMUT)

~ My Hero (Oneshot)

~Sweet smell (Oneshot) (Yandere)

~ Picture Perfect (Oneshot) (Yandere) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Final)

~ The Model (Oneshot)

Kevin

~ Dark Love (Oneshot) (Yandere)

~ "Who are you drawing?" "Ngh- No one!" (Oneshot)

New (Chanhee)

~ Fashionista (Oneshot)

~ Loving friend (Oneshot) (Yandere)

Q, (Changmin)

~ Best friends bro (Oneshot) (SMUT)

~ Secret obsession (Oneshot) (Yandere)

~ Step brother (Oneshot) (Yandere)

Haknyeon

~ "Do you want to build a snowman~" (Oneshot)

Sunwoo

~ Best friends forever (Oneshot)

~ Brother!Sunwoo (Headcannon)

~ Tattoo boy (Oneshot)

~ Silly Kitty (Oneshot) (SMUT)

~ Stalker Boy (Oneshot) (Yandere) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Final)

Eric

~ Gentle touch (Oneshot) (SMUT)

~ “Hey, I don’t know you but, can you pretend to be my boyfriend?” (Oneshot)

~ A night in (Oneshot) (SMUT)

~ Movie time (Oneshot)

~ The Spy (Oneshot) (Yandere)

~ Double Trouble (Oneshot)

~ What he doesn't know (Oneshot) (SMUT)

All members

~ Snow day (Oneshot)

~ My professors (Oneshot) (Yandere) (part 2)

~ Their singer (Oneshot) (Yandere)

~ Let’s Play - The Boyz. An eleven member mafia group. Dangerous. Manipulative. Mad as a Hatter. Just a few words to describe the criminals. The police have given up chasing them after many failed attempts. The Boyz being too powerful. What happens when two girls just want a little fun and decide to play some games with the most dangerous mafia? (Masterlist) (Complete)

~ The Bad Boyz - Jade Song is the new girl. She has to face new school with new faces. Most of them are friendly faces but what happens when she gets wrapped up with the schools bad boys and one just happens to catch her eyes. (Masterlist) (Complete)

~ Under the moonlight - In a dark, twisted world of werewolves, four omega friends live out their lives peacefully, just trying to blend in. What happens when the four come across a group of betas and alphas? Throwing them deeper into the dark, dangerous world?  (Masterlist) (Complete)

~ Watch it - Ivy and Storm, two girls who run a small drug business, with the help of a few other friends. What happens when the girls learn that the dangerous, crazy and manipulative mafia group, The Boyz, are being set free from prison? (Masterlist) (Complete)

~ Thrill Ride ~ In which a young girl receives a strange letter and is soon thrown into the world of street racing with some overprotective men. (Masterlist) (Complete)

[kvysvdilla]

𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑩𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑺 𝑶𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑭𝑰𝑬𝑳𝑫

-- Oneshot --

Lee Juyeon-Rugby Football Bf x Y/N-Cheerleader Gf

Summary:

Yn, a dedicated cheerleader, faces an unexpected confrontation with a jealous teammate before a crucial rugby game. Despite the tension, she pushes through, leading her squad with grace. Meanwhile, Juyeon, the famous rugby football player who has never given up on winning her heart, scores the game-winning point and finally confesses his feelings towards her again.

GENRE: Romance | Fluff | College life | Slice of life | Student au.

The university hallways buzzed with energy. Students rushed to their next classes or hung around in groups, chatting about the upcoming events on campus. The rugby football competition was the talk of the university, and Juyeon, one of the most popular players from the team, was at the center of attention. But Juyeon’s focus wasn’t on the buzz around the game or the compliments from students. His mind was fixated on someone else entirely—Y/N, the university’s star cheerleader.

For months, Juyeon had tried to get closer to her, confessing his feelings in a way that was both bold and endearing. But Y/N wasn’t easily swayed. With Juyeon’s fame came a reputation that made her wary. Was he serious, or was she just another conquest to him? She couldn’t risk her heart without knowing for sure.

Despite her cold exterior, she couldn’t ignore the effort Juyeon put in. Every time he walked her to class, waited after her practice, or tried to strike up a conversation, she found herself softening little by little. Still, she wanted to see if he’d stay consistent.

The cheerleading team was scheduled for practice at the basketball court that afternoon. Y/N was heading there, the crisp air brushing her skin as she walked. Her duffle bag slung over her shoulder, she ran through the choreography in her head, trying to block out all the noise of the upcoming game and… Juyeon.

As if on cue, the familiar scent of his cologne filled the air. She didn’t even need to turn to know it was him.

“Are you just going to follow me silently, or…?” Y/N asked, her voice slightly teasing.

Juyeon chuckled, walking in step with her. “What if I just enjoy walking beside you?”

She rolled her eyes, hiding the faint smile tugging at her lips. She glanced sideways, catching him looking at her. His gaze wasn’t playful or smug—it was gentle, filled with admiration. She sighed, stopping in her tracks.

“What now, Juyeon?” she asked, her tone slightly exasperated but not entirely annoyed.

He grinned playfully, scratching the back of his neck. “Did you hear about the rugby football competition happening tomorrow?”

“I have,” she replied, crossing her arms. “I’m leading the cheer squad, remember?”

“Oh, right,” he said, his nerves showing for a moment. “Well, um…” He paused, his usual confidence faltering. “I just… I wanted to ask you something. Again.”

Y/N raised a brow, waiting.

“If we win the competition,” he began, his voice slightly trembling, “will you… consider being my girlfriend?” He took a step closer, his gaze earnest. “I’ve told you how I feel about you, and I’m not saying it again just to play around. I really like you, Y/N. I’ve liked you for a long time.”

Her heart skipped a beat. She’d seen his efforts, felt his sincerity, and though she tried to keep her walls up, they’d slowly started to crumble. But instead of giving him an immediate answer, she decided to have a little fun.

She stepped closer to him, her movements deliberate. Juyeon instinctively stepped back, his wide eyes fixed on hers. Another step, and then another, until his back hit the lockers behind him.

Her hands came up, wrapping loosely around his neck. The proximity made his breath hitch, and she couldn’t help but smirk at how nervous he looked.

“Let’s make a deal,” she said, her voice soft but teasing. “If your team wins, maybe I’ll think about it.”

Juyeon blinked, trying to process her words as her closeness made his heart race. “M-Maybe?” he stammered.

“Maybe,” she repeated, pulling back slightly, a playful glint in her eyes.

Her heart skipped a beat, but instead of letting it show, she tilted her head and raised a brow. “And what if you lose?”

The question made him pause, his shoulders tensing. “If we lose?” he repeated, unsure where she was going with this.

She nodded, her gaze steady. “If your team loses, I want you to stop bothering me. No more walking me to class, no more waiting after practice, no more confessing. Just… stop.”

Her words were calm, but her heart screamed otherwise. She wanted him to win, to keep chasing after her, to prove that he wasn’t like the others.

Juyeon’s expression flickered with disappointment, but he managed a small smile. “I guess that’s fair,” he said softly. “But just so you know, I’m not planning to lose.”

Y/N chuckled, stepping away from him and continuing down the hallway toward the basketball court. Juyeon stayed rooted in place, his heart pounding.

As she disappeared around the corner, she turned her head slightly and called out, “Don’t disappoint me, Juyeon.”

His grin widened. He wasn’t planning to.

Y/N pushed open the double doors of the basketball court, the sound of sneakers squeaking against the polished floor and muffled chatter meeting her ears. The cheerleaders were already scattered around, stretching and warming up. She sighed, clutching her duffle bag tighter. She was fifteen minutes late, but her little encounter with Juyeon was worth it.

Her two closest friends, Mia and Sara, spotted her as she stepped inside. Mia, a petite girl with short black hair and an energetic personality, jogged over with Hana, who had long chestnut-brown hair and a more reserved demeanor.

“Finally, the queen graces us with her presence,” Mia teased, smirking.

“Where have you been?” Sara asked, crossing her arms. “You’re fifteen minutes late, Y/N. That’s so unlike you.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but smiled. “Had a run-in with a certain someone,” she said, her tone playful, brushing past them toward the speaker system.

“Oh?” Mia raised a brow. “Let me guess—Juyeon?”

“Bingo,” Y/N replied nonchalantly as she set her bag down and started fiddling with the speakers.

“Spill the details later,” Sara said with a grin before they both followed her to the middle of the court.

Y/N clapped her hands. “Alright, everyone, positions!” she commanded, her authoritative tone kicking in.

As the cheerleaders scrambled into place, Y/N’s gaze flickered across the group until her eyes landed on Ella, a girl with perfectly styled brown wavy hair and a face enhanced with fillers. Ella was glaring at her, her arms crossed over her chest, her expression oozing disdain.

Ella had always been an issue. Her obsession with Juyeon wasn’t exactly subtle. The other day, she had gone so far as to fake fainting after being “hit” by a rugby ball, hoping Juyeon would carry her. Unfortunately for her, Juyeon had seen right through the act. He had walked past her crumpled figure on the field and gone straight to Y/N instead, who had been casually drinking water on the sidelines, unimpressed by the scene.

“Are you okay?” Juyeon had asked Y/N, worry lacing his voice.

“Do I look like I got hit by a rugby ball?” she had replied dryly, hiding her amusement as Juyeon relaxed.

Back in the present, Ella broke the silence with a sharp comment. “What kind of leader are you if you show up late, Y/N? If you can’t manage your time, maybe someone else should take charge.”

The court fell silent, all eyes snapping to Y/N. Mia and Sara exchanged looks, their expressions screaming oh no she didn’t.

Y/N straightened up, her eyes narrowing slightly as she turned to face Ella. “Ella,” she said sweetly, a sharp edge to her voice, “if you spent half as much time practicing as you do trying to get Juyeon’s attention, maybe you wouldn’t be an embarrassment to this team.”

A ripple of laughter spread through the group, and Ella’s face flushed red with humiliation. She opened her mouth to retaliate but found no words, her glare intensifying as she looked down.

Y/N clapped her hands again, snapping everyone’s attention back. “Alright, let’s focus! Music on, positions now!”

She turned back to the speaker and hit play, a satisfied smile tugging at her lips. As the group began the routine, Y/N couldn’t help but glance at Ella, who was now silently fuming but falling in line.

Whatever happened, Y/N was going to lead her team to perfection—not just for the competition but also because a certain rugby player would be watching.

After practice, Y/N, Mia, and Sara headed to the lockers to pack up their things. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and effort, but the three girls were too busy chatting to care.

“So…” Mia started, her tone sly as she leaned against the locker next to Y/N’s. “What was that about earlier? You were late, and you definitely looked like you ran into someone.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, knowing there was no escaping their curiosity. “If you must know, Juyeon was walking with me.”

“Oh, just walking?” Sara teased, smirking as she folded her arms.

“Well,” Y/N admitted, slinging her duffle bag over her shoulder, “he asked me something. Again.”

“And?” Mia pressed, practically bouncing in excitement.

Y/N sighed. “He asked if I’d be his girlfriend… again.”

Sara and Mia gasped dramatically, exchanging a knowing look.

“And? What did you say?” Sara asked, her voice impatient.

“I told him,” Y/N started, biting her lip, “that if his team wins tomorrow, I’ll think about it. But if they lose, he has to stop bothering me.”

Mia smirked. “Girl, you know you don’t want him to stop.”

“Yeah, we know you have a soft spot for him,” Sara added.

Y/N groaned. “He’s… kind of cute, okay? Not gonna lie.”

Both girls squealed, and Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at their overreaction.

As they walked back toward their dorm, Y/N’s phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out, her heart skipping a beat when she saw the name.

Juyeon.

Juyeon: Can I take you out for dinner tonight? I promise I’ll have you back before 10. Big day tomorrow, after all.

Y/N stopped in her tracks, staring at the message.

“What is it?” Sara asked, leaning over her shoulder.

“It’s Juyeon,” Y/N muttered, “asking if he can take me out to dinner.”

Mia clapped her hands. “Say yes!”

Sara nodded enthusiastically. “Come on, Y/N. Give him a chance!”

Y/N hesitated for a moment before typing out a reply.

Y/N: 8 PM. Don’t be late.

Juyeon: Never. I’ll pick you up at your dorm. Wear something classy.

The three girls hurried back to their room, excitement bubbling between them. As the clock hit 6:47 PM, their dorm was in chaos. Clothes were scattered everywhere, and the room was filled with a mix of giggles and frantic decisions about what Y/N should wear.

“How about this?” Mia held up a red dress.

“Too much,” Sara said, shaking her head. “She needs to look classy, not like she’s going to a club.”

Eventually, Y/N decided on a brown satin sleeveless dress that stopped just below her knees, paired with black heels. She let her hair down, its soft waves framing her face, and added simple gold earrings for a touch of elegance.

As she admired herself in the mirror, she realized she was putting in an effort to look good—for Juyeon. Only Juyeon.

“You’re trying to impress him,” Sara teased, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Shut up,” Y/N muttered, though the blush on her cheeks betrayed her.

At 7:47 PM, as she sat waiting, Mia leaned over with a smirk. “Oh, by the way, Sunwoo keeps pestering me to tell you to just say yes to Juyeon already. He says Juyeon’s been talking about you nonstop—like, 24/7. Apparently, the poor guy’s driving all his friends crazy.”

Y/N blinked, a small smile creeping onto her lips. “He’s that obvious?”

“Painfully obvious,” Mia confirmed.

Before Y/N could respond, her phone buzzed again.

Juyeon: I’m outside.

Her heart raced as she slipped on her heels and grabbed her bag. Taking one last glance at her friends, who were grinning ear to ear, she sighed. “Wish me luck.”

“You don’t need luck,” Sara said. “You’ve already got him wrapped around your finger.”

As Y/N stepped out of the dorm, her breath hitched at the sight before her. Juyeon stood casually by his car, looking effortlessly handsome in a black long-sleeved collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing his toned forearms. The first few buttons of his shirt were undone, giving him an air of relaxed confidence. Paired with black slacks that fit him perfectly, he looked different tonight. He looked hot. His hair was partially neat, but a few strands fell rebelliously across his forehead, softening his sharp features.

Juyeon’s gaze snapped to her the moment she stepped out, and for a second, he just stared, his lips curving into a smile so genuine it made her chest tighten. He looked at her like she was the only person in the world.

As Y/N walked closer, her heels clicking softly against the pavement, Juyeon straightened up and casually stepped forward to open the car door for her. His movements were smooth, but his eyes held a nervous excitement.

“You look…” He paused, his voice soft and almost reverent as his eyes scanned her outfit. “…beautiful.”

Y/N felt warmth rise to her cheeks but masked it with a small smirk. “Thanks,” she said. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

Juyeon let out a soft chuckle, his hand still resting on the car door. “I wasn’t expecting you to say yes to this, you know.”

Y/N tilted her head, her smile teasing. “Why not?”

He shrugged, his grin widening, though his gaze softened. “I just… didn’t think you’d actually give me a chance.”

“Well,” she said, stepping closer so she was just inches away from him, “don’t make me regret it.”

Juyeon swallowed, softly bite bottom lips as his playful confidence faltering for just a moment under her gaze. “I won’t,” he promised, his voice low but earnest.

Satisfied, Y/N gave him a small nod and slid into the car, her heart racing in a way she wasn’t used to. As Juyeon closed the door and rounded the car to the driver’s side, she couldn’t help but glance at him again, silently admitting to herself that tonight was already starting to feel… different.

As the car glided smoothly through the streets, Y/N found herself stealing glances at Juyeon. The way his right hand gripped the steering wheel with ease, while his left arm rested casually against the car door, made him look effortlessly cool. Every now and then, he would absentmindedly touch his lips with his thumb, completely unaware of how it made her heart race. He was driving with just one hand, and somehow, that made him even more attractive.

The silence in the car wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was charged with a kind of tension Y/N couldn’t quite place. Just as she was about to say something to break it, Juyeon beat her to it.

“How was your cheerleading practice just now?” he asked, his deep voice pulling her out of her thoughts.

She blinked, snapping her gaze from his hands to his face. “Oh, it went well,” she replied, quickly recovering. “Everyone worked hard. We’re ready for tomorrow.”

He nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he glanced at her briefly before returning his focus to the road. “That’s good. You’re leading tomorrow, right? All eyes are going to be on you.”

Y/N raised a brow, her lips curving into a teasing smile. “What, are you going to be watching the cheerleaders instead of playing rugby?”

Juyeon chuckled, shaking his head. “Maybe I’ll watch one cheerleader.”

Her cheeks flushed, but she quickly masked it with a scoff. “You should focus on the game, Juyeon. You don’t want to lose, do you?”

“Trust me,” he said, his voice dropping slightly, “I don’t plan on losing. Not tomorrow. Not ever.”

The intensity in his tone made her glance at him again. He wasn’t just talking about rugby, and she knew it. For a moment, the air in the car felt heavier, and Y/N found herself unsure of how to respond.

So instead, she looked out the window, hiding the small smile that crept onto her lips. She was starting to realize that Juyeon’s confidence wasn’t just a show—it was real, and it was starting to chip away at the walls she’d built around her heart.

So,” she said, trying to break the tension, “What about you? How was rugby practice today?”

Juyeon grinned, his eyes still on the road. “Exhausting, but worth it. The guys are pumped for tomorrow. You should come watch the warm-up.”

“Why?” Y/N smirked. “So I can see you showing off in front of everyone?”

He chuckled, tilting his head toward her briefly. “If I wanted to show off, I’d do it just for you.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but the blush creeping onto her cheeks betrayed her. “You’re so full of yourself, Juyeon.”

“Am I?” he teased, his tone playful. “Or maybe I’m just confident.”

“Confident, huh?” she said, her voice laced with mock suspicion. “Is that what you tell all the girls?”

He glanced at her, his gaze lingering for a second longer than necessary. “There are no other girls, Y/N. Just you.”

Her heart skipped a beat at his words, but she quickly masked it with a scoff. “You really don’t know when to stop, do you?”

He smirked, the corners of his mouth curling into a mischievous grin. “Not when it comes to you. I mean, you’re kind of hard to ignore.”

Y/N raised a brow, leaning back in her seat, crossing her arms. “Hard to ignore? Is that your way of saying I’m annoying?”

Juyeon laughed, the sound rich and genuine. “No. You’re…” He paused, as if searching for the right word.

While keeping his eyes on the road but glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. “You draw people in without even trying. It’s kind of unfair, actually.”

Y/N didn’t know how to respond to that, so she turned her gaze out the window, her lips pressing into a small smile. She could feel her walls crumbling, little by little, and it scared her how easily Juyeon was breaking through.

As the silence stretched on, Juyeon spoke again, his voice lighter this time. “So, you never told me—what do you think of rugby players?”

She turned back to him, smirking. “You mean besides the fact that most of them are arrogant show-offs?”

He gasped dramatically, clutching his chest with one hand. “Ouch. That’s a little harsh, don’t you think?”

“Well,” she said, her tone playful, “if the shoe fits…”

Juyeon laughed, shaking his head. “Okay, okay, fair. But not all rugby players are the same, you know.”

“Oh, really?” Y/N raised a brow, leaning slightly toward him again. “And what makes you so different?”

He glanced at her, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “For one, I don’t just play the game. I’m also good at winning hearts.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at that, shaking her head. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Unbelievably charming?” he offered, grinning at her.

“Unbelievably something,” she muttered, though the smile tugging at her lips gave her away.

As they approached their destination, Juyeon stole one more glance at her, his voice dropping to a softer, more serious tone. “You’ll see, Y/N. I’m not like the others.”

Her heart skipped again, and she looked away, pretending to be unaffected. But deep down, she knew his words had already planted themselves firmly in her mind.

As the car came to a gentle stop in front of the restaurant, Juyeon unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped out. Y/N watched him curiously, wondering what he was doing until she saw him stride confidently around the car toward her side. Her heartbeat quickened when he opened her door with an effortless smile.

As she stepped out, she noticed how he instinctively raised his hand above the doorframe to prevent her from bumping her head. The simple yet thoughtful gesture didn’t go unnoticed, and it made her chest feel warm.

“Careful,” he murmured, his voice soft but steady.

She glanced up at him briefly, her lips tugging into a small smile.

"Let's go,” Juyeon said, nodding toward the entrance. His long legs carried him forward with a casual confidence, but his pace was just slow enough to match hers.

As they entered the restaurant, Y/N’s eyes widened slightly. The place was elegant and classy, with dimmed lights casting a warm, golden glow across the room. Soft jazz music played in the background, creating a calm, romantic atmosphere. The clinking of wine glasses and the low hum of conversations added to the ambiance.

Juyeon approached the hostess confidently, his hand lightly brushing against Y/N’s back, sending a shiver down her spine. “I have a reservation under Lee Juyeon,” he said smoothly.

The hostess smiled and nodded. “Right this way.”

Y/N’s heart softened. The fact that he’d gone out of his way to plan everything so thoughtfully made her feel a twinge of guilt for how cold she’d been to him at times. She couldn’t help but admire his effort and determination to prove himself to her.

“Right this way, Your Majesty,” Juyeon said playfully, his voice low as he leaned slightly toward her with a teasing smile. His hand rested gently against her back again, guiding her toward the reserved table.

Her cheeks heated, but she rolled her eyes at him, suppressing a grin. “You’re ridiculous,” she muttered under her breath.

As they arrived at the table, Y/N instinctively reached out to pull out her chair, but Juyeon was faster. He stepped forward and pulled it out for her, flashing her a soft smile that seemed to light up his entire face.

“For you,” he said simply.

Y/N hesitated for a moment, caught off guard by the sweet gesture, before lowering herself into the chair. “Thank you,” she said softly, meeting his gaze briefly before looking away.

Juyeon slid into the seat across from her, still smiling. “You’re welcome.”

As they settled into their seats, the waiter appeared by their table with a polite smile, ready to take their order. Juyeon casually scanned the menu before placing his order with ease, his deep voice confident and smooth as he listed his choices.

Once he was done, the waiter turned to Y/N, who froze slightly. Her fingers fidgeted with the edge of the menu as she glanced down nervously. Ordering food had always been a challenge for her, especially when someone else was watching.

Noticing her hesitation, Juyeon leaned slightly forward, his expression soft and encouraging. “What about you Y/N? Which one you want?” he asked gently.

She hesitated, then softly whispered the dish she had in mind, her voice barely audible over the hum of the restaurant.

Juyeon frowned slightly, tilting his head closer to her. “Hm? Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that,” he said, his tone kind and patient.

Y/N bit her lip and pointed discreetly at the menu item she wanted, hoping it would be enough to avoid having to repeat herself.

Understanding immediately, Juyeon nodded and smiled reassuringly. Without missing a beat, he turned back to the waiter and said, “My girlfriend will have the beef tenderloin, and she’ll take an iced lemon tea to go with it.”

Y/N’s eyes widened slightly at the way he smoothly called her his girlfriend. Her cheeks burned, but she didn’t dare say anything, especially with the waiter standing there.

The waiter scribbled down the order with a nod and left them alone. They remained silent.

"So…” Juyeon started, breaking the silence. “Are you going to comment on what I just said, or are you going to pretend it didn’t happen?”

Y/N’s eyes snapped back to him, narrowing slightly. “Comment on what exactly?”

“You know, the ‘girlfriend’ part,” he replied smoothly, his lips curving into that signature playful grin of his.

Y/N leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms as she raised an eyebrow at him. “And what makes you so confident, huh? Calling me your girlfriend like that?”

Juyeon shrugged nonchalantly, but his gaze never wavered. “It just felt right. Besides,” he leaned forward slightly, resting his chin on his hand, “if I’m going to call you that eventually, I might as well start practicing now.”

Her heart skipped a beat, but she refused to let him see how flustered she felt. Instead, she leaned forward too, meeting him halfway. “Practicing? Aren’t you getting ahead of yourself?”

“Maybe,” he admitted, his grin softening into a gentle smile. “But you can’t blame a guy for hoping, can you?”

She tilted her head, her expression thoughtful. “Hoping or assuming?”

“Hoping,” he corrected, his voice dropping slightly, his tone sincere. “Because I know I still have to earn it. But…” He paused, his gaze locking with hers. “I don’t mind the wait. You’re worth it.”

Y/N felt her chest tighten at his words. His voice was steady, and there was no trace of his usual teasing demeanor. She could tell he meant every word.

“Well,” she said, trying to lighten the mood and deflect the growing warmth in her chest, “you’re really pulling out all the stops tonight, don't you think?”

Juyeon chuckled, his deep voice sending a shiver down her spine. “Of course. It’s not every day I get to take the Y/N out for dinner.”

She rolled her eyes, but her lips twitched upward despite herself. “You make it sound like I’m some kind of celebrity.”

“To me, you are,” he said without hesitation, leaning back in his chair with a relaxed grin. “You’re Y/N. Cheerleader extraordinaire, queen of comebacks, and the only person who can make me nervous with just one look.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow at that. “You? Nervous? That’s hard to believe.”

“It’s true,” Juyeon said, his grin widening. “You have no idea how many times I had to calm myself up just to talk to you.”

She laughed softly, shaking her head. “You? The famous Juyeon? Nervous about talking to me? That’s rich.”

“Hey, I’m serious!” he protested, though his playful tone remained. “You’re kind of intimidating, you know. Beautiful, smart, confident… I didn’t stand a chance.”

Y/N’s cheeks flushed at the compliments, but she kept her composure. “Well i guess you hid it pretty well.”

“That’s because I had to,” he admitted with a chuckle. “If I messed up in front of you, I’d never hear the end of it from my friends.”

“Oh, so this is about your pride?” she teased, smirking.

“Not at all,” Juyeon said, his voice softening. “It’s about wanting to make a good impression. And… wanting you to see me for who I really am, not just the rugby player everyone knows.”

Her teasing expression faltered as his words sunk in. There it was again—that sincerity that caught her off guard every time.

“Well,” she said after a moment, her voice quieter now, “you’re doing a pretty good job so far.”

Juyeon’s smile widened, his eyes lighting up. “I’ll take that as a win.”

“Don’t get too cocky,” she warned, though there was no bite in her tone.

“Too late,” he quipped, making her laugh again.

As the conversation began to settle into a comfortable silence, Y/N suddenly remembered something Hana had told her earlier, and it made her chuckle softly to herself. She shifted in her seat, her eyes meeting Juyeon’s again.

“By the way,” she said, a mischievous glint in her eyes, “Mia told me something earlier that I thought you might find interesting.”

Juyeon raised an eyebrow, leaning slightly forward, intrigued. “Oh? What was it?”

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to hold back her smile. “It’s about you and your friends. She told me that Sunwoo keeps pushing her to tell me to give you a chance. Apparently, he can’t stand how much you talk about me to all of your friends. Said you’re practically make them annoyed sometimes.”

Juyeon’s face froze for a moment, and Y/N couldn’t help but enjoy the way his expression shifted from playful to slightly embarrassed. He cleared his throat awkwardly, trying to recover, but she could see a faint pink coloring his cheeks.

“Wait… Sunwoo said that?” Juyeon asked, his voice sounding more surprised than he probably intended. “He actually—”

“Yup,” Y/N interrupted with a teasing grin. “He said you’ve been talking about me non-stop to anyone who will listen. That’s kind of cute, though.”

Juyeon let out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked down for a second, clearly trying to regain his composure. “I guess I’ve been a bit… obvious, huh?”

Y/N leaned back in her chair, her gaze softening. “A little,” she admitted. “But hey, it’s not like I mind. It’s… nice to know you really mean it.”

He looked up at her then, a serious look crossing his face, although the playfulness never left his eyes. “You know,” he said quietly, “I didn’t expect to get this far, but… I’m glad we’re having this dinner. I meant what I said, Y/N. I really do want to be with you.”

She found herself holding his gaze, the weight of his words sinking in. Her heart was a little louder now, and she had to take a moment to steady herself.

“You sure talk a lot for someone who was so nervous about talking to me just a few months ago,” she teased, trying to lighten the moment.

Juyeon grinned again, his confidence returning. “I guess you just bring out the best in me,” he said with a wink. “And if I’m being honest… I’m just trying to prove to you that I’m serious about this. You and me.”

Y/N felt her cheeks warm at his words, but she tried to keep her cool, crossing her arms on the table and giving him a thoughtful look. “Well, you’re doing a good job,” she admitted, though her tone was still teasing. “I mean, who else would show up to a fancy dinner in a shirt that looks that good on them, huh?”

Juyeon chuckled, his gaze softening again as he leaned back in his chair, his eyes still locked on hers. “You know, if you keep saying stuff like that, you’ll make it hard for me not to keep trying to win you over.”

Y/N smiled, her voice lowering to a playful whisper, “I guess you’ll just have to keep trying, won’t you?”

Juyeon smiled back, leaning in a little closer. “Oh, trust me,” he said, “I’m not going anywhere.”

Suddenly, her mind wandering to Ella, the girl who had been so fixated on Juyeon. She knew it had been a point of tension for both of them, especially considering the way Ella had behaved. Curious but trying to remain casual, Y/N tilted her head, looking at Juyeon.

“So,” she began, keeping her tone light, “how do you feel about Ella?”

Juyeon blinked, clearly not expecting the question. He set his glass down and leaned back, an amused yet slightly confused expression on his face.

“Ella?” he repeated, almost as if he were surprised she even mentioned her. “Who's that?”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, noticing the way his expression subtly changed when she brought up Ella’s name. “You know… the girl who’s been… well, a little obsessed with you?” she teased, trying to gauge his reaction.

Juyeon’s lips twitched into a half-smile, but there was a noticeable tension in his shoulders as he ran a hand through his hair. “Oh, that,” he said, his voice sounding a little more serious. “Honestly, I’ve tried to keep things civil, but… I don’t really know how to handle it. It’s uncomfortable.”

Y/N nodded, understanding what he meant. She’d seen Ella’s attention toward him before, and it wasn’t hard to see how her obsession might get a little overbearing. “So, you’re not interested in her, then?”

Juyeon chuckled, a dry, amused sound. “Interested? Not even close. I didn't even know her name until you mentioned it just now.” he said, shaking his head. “I’ve never been the type to play games with people’s feelings, especially not with someone like her.”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile at the honesty in his voice. It felt good to hear him speak so directly about it, and she couldn’t deny the relief that washed over her.

“That’s a relief,” Y/N said, her voice light but her smile genuine. “I don’t think you’d ever be the kind of guy to mess with someone’s heart like that. But, it’s still kinda awkward, right?”

Juyeon sighed, leaning forward slightly. “Yeah, it is. She’s persistent, and I get that maybe she’s just… confused. But I don’t know how to make it clearer without being rude. I’m just not interested in her like that. I don’t know how else to say it.”

Y/N’s heart softened as she listened to him, the sincerity in his words touching something deep inside her. “Well, if it makes you feel better,” she said with a teasing smile, “you’ve got one person who’s definitely not confused about how she feels about you.”

Juyeon raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Oh? And who’s that?” he asked, leaning in just a little, as if he were waiting for her answer.

Y/N met his gaze, a playful but sincere smile tugging at her lips. “Me,” she said simply. “I’m not confused at all.”

Juyeon’s face lit up with a soft, almost shy grin. “I’m glad to hear that,” he said, his voice sincere, but there was a touch of humor beneath it. “You make it easy to know what I want.”

She chuckled, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. “You've got me,” she replied. “And no, I don’t have any plans on going anywhere.”

His eyes softened as he reached across the table, brushing his hand lightly over hers. “Good then.”

As the waiter arrived with their food, the table was filled with delicious aromas. Y/N’s plate was set in front of her, a beautifully cooked beef tenderloin, with a side of mashed potatoes and vegetables. Juyeon’s burger was a towering stack of beef, lettuce, and cheese, along with a glass of Coke.

“Wow,” Y/N said softly, admiring the presentation of her dish. “This looks amazing.”

Juyeon gave her a knowing smile as he picked up his burger and took a bite. He chewed thoughtfully before setting it down and wiping his mouth with a napkin. Then, as if it was something he had been meaning to ask all night, he leaned in slightly, his eyes narrowing with curiosity.

“So,” he began, his voice light but carrying an underlying question, “is there any other guy who’s been chasing after you? Anyone other than me?”

Juyeon casually cut a small bite of his burger, he leaned slightly forward and held the fork toward her.

Y/N glanced at the fork. She opened her mouth and gently took the burger from his fork.

She looked at him chewing thoughtfully while answering his question, "Well, I don’t know if I’d call it ‘chasing,’ but there have been a few boys who’ve tried to get my attention,” she said, giving him a teasing smile. “But none of them have been as persistent as you.”

Juyeon raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by her response. “Persistent as me?” he repeated, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “I’m not sure if I should be offended or flattered by that.”

Y/N laughed, her voice light. “I think you should be flattered. You’ve been trying for months now, and I still haven’t said yes. That’s a pretty impressive persistence level.”

She picked up her fork, cut a piece of the tender steak, and held it toward him.

So, he leaned forward, his hand reaching for the fork. “Here, I’ll take it—”

But before he could grab it, Y/N’s eyes narrowed slightly, and she shot him a look that made his words falter. “What?” he asked, confused. “What’s wrong?”

She simply opened her mouth in a casual gesture that said everything. She was offering him the chance to let her feed him.

With a small smile, Juyeon opened his mouth, As she gently fed him the piece of steak, watching as he took the bite.

Juyeon chewed slowly, savoring the flavor, and then looked up at her, giving her an exaggerated, satisfied nod. "That steak is definitely better than my burger.”

Y/N smirked at him, clearly enjoying the moment. “Glad you like it,” she teased.

Juyeon smile as he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms and staring at her with a look that was part amusement, part curiosity. “So, who are those other guys? Anyone worth mentioning?”

Y/N took a bite of her meal, savoring the taste as she thought about how to respond. “There’s always the occasional guy who tries to catch my eye, but none of them have really stood out,” she said, shrugging slightly. “I guess no one else really compares to you.”

The words hung between them for a moment. Juyeon’s eyes softened, and a genuine smile spread across his face. “Well, if I’m the only one that matters,” he said, his voice smooth, “then I guess I’m doing something right.”

Y/N smiled back, feeling a warmth in her chest at his words. “Yeah, I’d say so,” she replied, her voice soft but sincere.

Juyeon picked up his burger again, but this time, his smile didn’t fade. As he took another bite, he looked at her with a more serious expression. “That's great,” he said quietly. “because I’m not planning on stop anytime soon.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat at his words, and she couldn’t help but feel the shift in their dynamic. He wasn’t just saying things to impress her anymore. This was real, and it was happening. And maybe—just maybe—she was starting to let herself believe in it, too.

However, across the room, in a dimly lit corner of the restaurant, someone was watching them.

Ella sat at a secluded table, a drink in hand, her fingers gripping the glass a little too tightly. Her eyes were locked on Juyeon and Y/N, narrowing with every shared glance and every laugh.

however, that across the room, in a dimly lit corner of the restaurant, someone was watching them.

Ella sat at a secluded table, a drink in hand, her fingers gripping the glass a little too tightly. Her eyes were locked on Juyeon and Y/N, narrowing with every shared glance and every laugh.

Her jealousy simmered beneath the surface, her heart pounding as she watched them interact so casually. Ella’s jaw tightened, her lips pressing into a thin line. Every time Y/N smiled, every time Juyeon leaned closer, it felt like a stab in her chest. The thoughts that were racing through her mind were clouded with frustration and possessiveness. She couldn’t understand why Juyeon hadn’t fallen for her, why he had chosen Y/N over her.

Ella stormed toward their table, her heels clicking on the floor with an exaggerated purpose. She was livid, her eyes glaring at Y/N with an unmistakable malice.

“Baby,” Ella purred, a sickening sweetness in her voice as she addressed Juyeon. “What is this? Why are you with her?”

Y/N’s eyes narrowed, but she remained calm, watching Ella with an almost amused expression as she approached. Ella’s gaze flickered to Y/N, her lips curling into a sneer. “You’re nothing but a slut for going out with my boyfriend,” Ella spat, her voice dripping with jealousy.

Y/N didn’t flinch. She simply raised an eyebrow, leaning back slightly in her chair with a smirk on her face. “Funny,” Y/N said, her tone cool, “I don’t remember seeing your name on him.” She watched with a slight chuckle as Ella’s attempt to get Juyeon’s attention fell flat. The scene Ella was making only made her look desperate, and Y/N found it almost ridiculous.

Ella’s face turned red with anger, her hands trembling as she glanced at the glass of water on the table. Without thinking, she tried to grab the glass, planning to throw it in Y/N’s face, but before she could act, Juyeon was faster.

In an instant, Juyeon stood up, his expression no longer the warm and gentle one Y/N had grown used to. His anger was palpable, though he didn’t raise his voice. With a swift motion, he grabbed Ella’s wrist before she could make a move. He then snatched the glass from her hand and without hesitation, he slammed it onto the floor, breaking it into pieces.

“Can you stop?” Juyeon’s voice was calm but laced with an intensity Y/N had never heard before. His dark eyes locked onto Ella’s with a fury she hadn’t seen in him before.

Ella was taken aback by the sudden force, her face pale as she tried to pull away, but Juyeon didn’t let go. His grip on her wrist tightened.

“Go,” Juyeon commanded, his tone unwavering, “Leave us alone. I’ve had enough of you.”

His words hit Ella like a slap in the face, and for the first time, she looked genuinely scared. Y/N could see it in her eyes as she slowly backed away, her pride crumbling.

He yanked her hand harshly as he turned to Y/N, his eyes softening as he reached for her wrist and bag. He didn’t raise his voice, but his anger was still there, simmering beneath the surface.

He didn’t want to cause a scene, but he also didn’t want to let Ella think she could get away with treating Y/N like that. He took Y/N’s hand, pulling her out of the restaurant. Before they left, he stopped by the counter and offered a sincere apology for the broken glass, even offering to pay for the damages.

As Juyeon make a payment, he held onto Y/N’s bag. He walked her outside by while holding her hand and bag, making sure to open the car door for her and placing a hand above it to prevent her head from bumping as she slid into the seat. He then passed her bag to her and leaned in close, his face level with hers.

“I need you to stay in the car for a moment,” he whispered softly, his voice gentle despite the storm in his eyes. His fingers brushed a strand of hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear. “Lock the door. I’ll be right back.”

Y/N was stunned, her breath caught in her throat as she nodded, her mind racing. “Okay,” she whispered, watching as Juyeon smiled at her with an expression so tender that it almost melted her heart.

But just as he closed the door, his soft expression shifted, turning dark and determined. Y/N locked the car and watched from the window as he sprinted back into the restaurant, her thoughts swirling.

As she observed him from the car, she saw Ella step outside, but when she saw Juyeon, her expression turned into one of confusion and then fear. Y/N couldn’t help but smirk as she saw Juyeon push Ella back harshly, causing her to stumble.

She watched from the car as Juyeon pointed a finger at Ella, his voice firm and commanding. He was clearly telling her off, warning her to stay away from him and Y/N. Ella’s face turned pale with fear as she realized she had no more control over the situation. She slowly backed away, her pride crumbling with each step.

As Ella walked away, defeated and humiliated, Y/N leaned back in the car, her heart pounding. She never imagined Juyeon would go to such lengths for her. She smiled softly to herself, feeling a sense of warmth spread through her chest.

Juyeon had made his choice, and it was clear now—he wasn’t going to let anyone come between them.

As Juyeon turned around and started walking toward the car, Y/N quickly looked away, not wanting him to catch her watching him. She reached over and unlocked the car door for him, trying to hide the soft smile that threatened to tug at her lips.

When Juyeon slid into the car, he let out a deep sigh, the tension from the confrontation still evident in his posture. He leaned back in the seat, running a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated but also relieved that he had finally put an end to the drama.

“That was… something,” Juyeon muttered, his voice carrying a hint of exhaustion, but also something more. His eyes met hers for a brief moment before he let out another sigh, this time softer. “Sorry about that. I didn’t want you to see me like that.”

Y/N watched him carefully, her gaze lingering on the subtle changes in his expression. She could tell he was trying to brush it off, but the intensity of his feelings for her was clear. “It’s fine,” she replied, her voice calm but gentle. “I know you didn’t want to make a scene.”

Juyeon glanced over at her, his gaze softening. “You know… I’m not the type to get involved in drama like that. But when it comes to you… I won’t let anyone treat you like that.”

Y/N felt a flutter in her chest at his words, but she kept her expression neutral, not wanting to let him see how much his confession affected her. “I’m not… asking you to fight for me,” she said, though the words felt strange coming out of her mouth. “I can handle it myself.”

Juyeon’s lips curled into a soft, almost amused smile. “I know you can,” he said, his voice tender. “But I want to protect you. Even if you think you don’t need it, I can’t help how I feel.”

His words hung in the air, and for a moment, the silence between them was filled with unspoken understanding. The car ride was calm, but the tension between them was palpable, both of them trying to navigate the complicated feelings stirring within.

Juyeon’s gaze never left her as he leaned back in his seat, letting the quiet settle between them. “We’ll deal with everything else later,” he added, his tone more serious. “For now, just know that you’re important to me.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. The warmth in his voice, the sincerity—it was overwhelming. She wasn’t sure how to respond, so she simply nodded her head

As Juyeon pulled up in front of Y/N’s dorm, the car’s headlights illuminated the quiet street. The time on the dashboard read 9:37 PM. Juyeon glanced at it, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He had kept his promise—getting her back before 10 PM.

“Here we are,” he said, his voice soft but warm.

Y/N unbuckled her seatbelt, turning toward him with a grateful smile. “Thank you for the dinner,” she said. “It was really nice.”

Juyeon leaned back in his seat, glancing at her with a playful glint in his eyes. “I’m glad you liked it. But… I think I had a better time than you,” he teased, his tone light and flirty. “I can’t wait for tomorrow.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. “Tomorrow?” she asked, a knowing smile creeping onto her lips. “What makes you so sure tomorrow will be special?”

Juyeon turned his body slightly toward her, his gaze intensifying. “Well,” he began, his voice dropping into a more serious tone, “tomorrow, we’re going to win. And after that, you’ll officially be mine.”

Y/N blinked, momentarily taken aback by his boldness. But she couldn’t help the flutter in her chest. His confidence, his certainty—it was magnetic.

She leaned in a little, mirroring his playful expression. “And how do you know that I’ll agree to be yours after you win?”

Juyeon chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Let’s just say I have a feeling,” he replied, his voice low and teasing. “Besides, I’m pretty sure I can convince you. Once I win, you’ll be my girlfriend. How could you resist?”

Y/N bit her lip, pretending to think it over. “You really think so?” she asked, her tone challenging but filled with amusement. “What makes you so sure I’ll say yes?”

Juyeon smirked, leaning in just a bit closer, his eyes never leaving hers. “Because, I know what you’re thinking right now,” he said with a wink. “You’re already halfway there. And besides, who could say no to someone like me?”

Y/N chuckled softly, her heart racing at the playful banter. “You’re so full of yourself,” she teased, but the warmth in her voice betrayed how flattered she felt.

Juyeon leaned back, his smile wide and full of confidence. “Maybe,” he said. “But you’ll see tomorrow. After we win, I’ll make sure you’re officially mine.”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile, her heart fluttering at the thought of what tomorrow might bring. “We’ll see,” she said, her voice softening. “But I guess… I’ll give you a chance.”

Juyeon’s smile widened, a hint of victory in his expression. “That’s all I need,” he said. “Goodnight, Y/N. Sleep well. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Goodnight, Juyeon,” she replied, her smile lingering as she opened the door and stepped out of the car.

Before she could fully shut the door, Juyeon leaned over, calling out to her with a flirty grin. “Don’t forget, tomorrow’s the day you officially become mine,” he said, his voice playful but full of meaning.

Y/N shook her head, laughing softly as she closed the door and turned toward the dorm. Deep down, she couldn’t help the excitement building inside her for what was to come.

The morning light streamed over the field as Y/N and her team prepared for the final rehearsal. The entire squad was there, making sure every detail was perfect for the night ahead. Marking the center of the field, making sure the landmarks were in the right places, everything seemed to be set.

Except for one thing.

Y/N looked around, noticing that Ella was missing. Her heart skipped a beat, especially since Ella was the centerpiece of their formation. Without her, things could fall apart. She tried not to panic, her mind working quickly as she gathered the team.

“Everyone, gather up,” Y/N called, her voice calm but commanding.

The team, visibly worried and disappointed, gathered near her as she led them to a quieter spot near the beach, away from the field. Y/N could feel the tension, but she knew she had to keep it together for them.

“I know we're all disappointed that Ella’s not here,” Y/N began, her voice steady. “But we need to stay focused. We have a job to do, and we can’t let this throw us off.”

The girls nodded, some shaking their heads in frustration, others with uncertain expressions. Y/N could feel their unease, but she remained calm.

“I have a backup plan,” she continued, meeting each of their eyes. “I’ll take over Ella’s position. We’ll adjust the formation without her. We can’t afford to panic—we’ll make this work.”

The girls looked at each other, and though some hesitated, they all trusted Y/N. She had always been the calm in the storm, the one who found a way even in the most chaotic situations.

“Are we okay with this?” Y/N asked, looking around at her team.

They all nodded, some more reluctantly than others, but they agreed. They trusted her, and they knew she would lead them to success.

“Alright, let’s run through the formation,” Y/N instructed. “Focus on making it smooth, and if anything feels off, we fix it. Got it?”

With one last look of encouragement, they lined up, ready to practice again. Y/N jumped into Ella’s spot, assuming her role in the formation. They started from the top, making sure everything was fluid and seamless. Every movement was calculated, and although it wasn’t perfect, it was smooth enough. Y/N could feel the relief wash over her as the final sequence came together without Ella.

Once the practice was over, Y/N let out a quiet sigh of relief. “That wasn’t bad,” she said, giving the team a smile. “We’ve got this. Let’s head to the cafeteria. My treat.”

The team’s spirits lifted instantly, and cheers filled the air. They headed back to the locker room, changing into their casual clothes, ready for a break before the final costume rehearsal.

As they walked into the cafeteria, the atmosphere shifted. It was a normal, quiet breakfast, nothing out of the ordinary. Just a moment of respite before the whirlwind of the day continued. They laughed, chatted, and joked, enjoying the time together before the stress of the night set in.

After finishing breakfast, the team went their separate ways. Some of them headed back to the dorm to rest, while Y/N, Sara, and Mia made their way to their lockers. It was Friday, and though the day seemed promising with the competition tonight, there was still that one boring class to get through.

Y/N opened her locker, pulling out her books and a notebook, while Sara leaned against the locker beside her, her tone teasing.

“So, can you believe we actually have class today?” Sara sighed dramatically, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “I swear, I was kind of hoping we could just skip and nap until the show tonight.”

Mia chuckled, pulling out a few pens and a highlighter. “I wish! But hey, at least it’s only one class. We can survive it. And then it’s game time,” she said, grinning at the thought of the competition ahead.

Y/N closed her locker with a soft thud, turning to look at both of them. “True, true. One more class, and then we can go back to getting ready. I can’t wait for tonight! But honestly, I kind of hope Ella doesn’t show up. She’ll probably make everything harder than it needs to be.”

Sara rolled her eyes. “Ugh, I know. That girl… I’m still salty about her not showing up this morning. You’re doing a great job handling things, Y/N. But I swear, she’s not going to be able to handle it if she shows up later.”

Y/N let out a small laugh, running her hand through her hair. “I just… I’m trying not to think about her. We’ve got everything set, and tonight is going to be amazing. She’s not going to ruin that for me, or for the team.”

Mia nodded in agreement, then leaned closer to Y/N with a smirk. “Besides, look at you. You’re handling everything like a boss. You’ve got everything under control. I’m lowkey jealous of how calm you are, especially with all the pressure.”

“Please, Mia,” Y/N said, laughing softly. “I’m just pretending I have it all together. I’m nervous, too, but… I just can’t show it. You know what they say—fake it ‘til you make it!”

The three of them shared a laugh, the lighthearted conversation easing the tension from the morning. It was moments like this that reminded Y/N how lucky she was to have such supportive friends.

“I’m just glad I have you two around. You always know how to make things better,” Y/N said as they began walking toward their class. “Now, let’s get this over with so we can focus on tonight. We deserve to have fun after all this hard work.”

Sara looped her arm through Y/N’s. “Agreed. Let’s survive this, then we’ll be on top of the world tonight. You’ll see. It’s gonna be amazing.”

As they entered the classroom, the three of them took their seats, trying to push thoughts of the competition from their minds, even though they were all too excited to focus entirely on the lecture. It would be a long class, but they knew they’d get through it together.

The air was thick with anticipation as the cheerleaders, mascots, and marching band bustled around the basketball room, preparing for the big moment. The chatter was lively, but tension hung in the air as one of the members suddenly looked around and asked, “Where’s Ella? There are only a few minutes left before we need to be on the field.”

Everyone froze, their excitement momentarily replaced by worry. “She’s not here yet?” another girl asked, her voice tinged with panic.

Y/N, already set with her makeup, her white bow perfectly perched on her head, glanced toward the clock on the wall. She debated for a moment before finally deciding, “I’ll look for her. Just in case.”

Mia and Hana exchanged a concerned look. “Be careful,” Hana said, her voice low, while Mia added, “Don’t take too long. We need to be out there soon.”

Y/N nodded and hurried out of the basketball court, her sneakers echoing faintly in the empty hallways. She started with the restroom. “Ella?” she called, pushing the door open. The room was silent, and all the stalls were empty.

She sighed and moved toward the cafeteria, hoping Ella might be there grabbing water or something. But as she turned a corner, a hand shot out of nowhere and yanked her into a dark, dusty janitor’s room.

“Hey—” Y/N barely got the word out before her back hit the wall, the small of her spine pressing against a rough surface. Her eyes darted upward to see none other than Ella standing in front of her, her expression wild, her breathing uneven.

“Ella? What the—”

“Do you have any idea how frustrating it is to be around you?” Ella spat, cutting Y/N off. Her voice was low and sharp, her words laced with something darker than jealousy.

Y/N blinked, stunned. “What are you talking about?” she asked carefully, trying to remain calm despite the tension simmering in the small room.

“You’re so perfect, Y/N,” Ella hissed, pacing slightly before pinning her with an accusing glare. “Naturally pretty. Everyone loves you. Everyone wants to be you. Do you know how hard it is for someone like me to stand next to you? To even try to compare?”

Yn paused, her expression softening slightly as she considered Ella’s words. “Ella, if you feel this way, why didn’t you come to me sooner?” she asked gently. “I could’ve helped—”

“Helped?” Ella cut her off, her voice rising, sharp and raw. “You think I want your pity? I don’t need your help, Yn! I wanted to be better than you. But every time I tried, I just ended up looking like a fool.”

Yn sighed deeply, keeping her tone even but resolute. “This isn’t a competition, Ella. You’re part of this team because you’re talented, because you belong here. But this jealousy—this isn’t you.”

Y/N stayed quiet, her heart racing but her face calm. “Ella, this isn’t the time to talk about this. We have to be on the field in—”

“Shut up!” Ella’s voice cracked.

Ella’s eyes gleamed with frustration, and before Yn could react, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a pair of scissors. Her voice was trembling but resolute. “No. I’m done watching you shine while I fade into the background."

Y/N’s stomach dropped. “Ella… what are you doing?”

"Let’s see how perfect you are without your precious hair!” Ella shout straight to her face.

Yn’s eyes widened in shock as she tried to pull away. “Ella, stop! Put that down!” she pleaded, her voice urgent.

But Ella didn’t stop. Her hands shook as she grabbed a few strands of Yn’s hair. “No, this is the only way,” she said, her voice cracking with desperation. “Maybe then people will finally notice me.”

Before Y/N could react, Ella lunged forward and grabbed a handful of her hair. Y/N gasped as the scissors came dangerously close to her hair, and with a loud snip, a few strands of her hair fell to the ground.

“Ella, stop!” Y/N struggled, wiggling against Ella’s grip.

Pain flared at the side of Yn’s neck as the blade nicked her skin. She let out a sharp hiss and shoved Ella back with all her strength. “Enough!” she yelled, her voice cutting through the tense air.

Y/N hissed in pain, adrenaline taking over. With all her strength, she shoved Ella backward, causing her to stumble and fall to the dusty floor. Y/N quickly snatched the scissors from her hand and tossed them to the other side of the room.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” Y/N shouted, her voice shaking with anger. She pressed her hand against the cut on her neck, feeling the sting of the wound. “You could’ve seriously hurt me!”

Yn didn’t wait. Her glare piercing through Ella. “Do you even hear yourself? You’re so blinded by jealousy that you’ve forgotten who you are. We’re supposed to be a team, Ella!”

Tears streamed down Ella’s face as her voice cracked under the weight of her emotions. “I just wanted to be like you,” she whispered, her hands trembling at her sides. “But I always end up embarrassing myself.”

Y/N's expression softened slightly, but she kept her distance. “Yes. Of course you ended up embarrassing yourself because you don’t need to be like me, Ella,” she said quietly. “You just need to be you. That’s more than enough. But this? This isn’t okay. You need to think about what you’re doing.”

Ella looked down at the floor, guilt washing over her. Her voice came out as a broken whisper. “I… I’m sorry…”

Shaking her head, Y/N touched the scratch on her neck and winced. Her tone was firm, final. “Sorry isn’t enough right now. I need to go. The team is waiting.”

“Yn—” Ella’s voice was filled with desperation as she looked up, but Yn had already turned toward the door.

“Fix yourself, Ella,” Y/N said over her shoulder. “I hope you do. But I can’t fix you for you.”

Ella sat on the floor, breathing heavily but saying nothing. Her shoulders sagged as if the fight had drained out of her. Y/N glared at her one last time before turning on her heel and storming out of the janitor’s room.

She headed straight to the nearest restroom, her hand still pressed against her neck. The cut wasn’t deep, but it was bleeding slightly, and the sight of it made her stomach churn. She quickly rinsed the wound with cold water, wincing at the sting. There was no time to properly bandage it, so she pressed a paper towel against it and headed back to the basketball court.

When she arrived, her heart sank. The room was empty. The girls had already left for the field.

“Great,” she muttered under her breath, frustration bubbling inside her. She hurried down the hall toward the field, her mind racing. She didn’t have time to dwell on what had just happened with Ella—there was a performance to get through.

As she stepped out onto the field, the bright lights and roaring crowd greeted her. She spotted her team in the distance, already in formation, and jogged to join them, ignoring the throbbing pain in her neck. No one could know what had just happened—not yet.

Brushing off the lingering tension, Y/N squared her shoulders, determination hardening in her chest. The show must go on—Ella or no Ella.

As she arrived at the field, she grabbed her gold pompoms and hurried toward the girls waiting at the side. They sighed in relief at the sight of her running to join them, but their relief quickly turned to confusion when they noticed something different.

Unlike the rest of the team, whose hair was tied back neatly in ponytails or half-up styles, her hair was completely down, flowing loosely over her shoulders. The white bow that had earlier held her hair in place was now pinned delicately on either side of her head.

Sara furrowed her brows, stepping closer to Y/N. “Why’d you let your hair down? Didn’t you have it tied up just now?”

Y/N adjusted her grip on her pompoms, her voice steady though her heart raced. “I just felt like it,” she replied curtly, giving a small, dismissive shrug. She avoided their questioning looks, focusing instead on the field ahead.

What she didn’t admit was the real reason—her loose hair now concealed the scratch Ella had left on her neck. She didn’t have time to bandage it, and this was the best way she could think to hide it from the others.

The girls exchanged puzzled glances but didn’t press further. Yn took her place in the formation, standing tall despite the throbbing discomfort in her neck.

As they waited for the signal to begin their performance, her thoughts wandered, and her eyes scanned the field. Her gaze naturally drifted toward the opposite side, where the rugby team sat on the bench. It didn’t take long for her to spot Juyeon, his tall figure lounging effortlessly among his teammates.

Juyeon stands at the side of the field in white rugby pants with visible knee pads and a fitted jersey in dark blue and white, complete with shoulder padding. His gloves are snug on his hands, and his slightly damp hair falls messily over his forehead. In his right hand, he holds a modern rugby helmet. He listens intently to the coach, nodding occasionally, his focused expression making it clear he’s ready for the game.

Juyeon must have felt her gaze because he looked up, his sharp eyes meeting hers across the field. A slow, mischievous smirk crept onto his face, and before she could look away, he sent her a bold, flirty wink.

Y/N huffed softly, rolling her eyes in mock annoyance, though she couldn’t stop the faint smile that tugged at her lips. Turning her attention back to the task at hand, she shook off the moment, determined to focus on the performance.

The cheerleading performance began smoothly, their synchronized moves and bright smiles captivating the entire crowd. Every jump, flip, and formation flowed effortlessly, their pompoms glinting under the stadium lights as the music boomed through the speakers.

As they finished their performance, striking their final pose, the crowd went wild. The cheerleaders bowed gracefully before moving off to the sidelines, their job done for now. She grabbed a water bottle and glanced toward the field, where the rugby football game had already begun.

The match was intense from the start. Both teams fought hard, their players giving their all to gain the upper hand. So far, the scores were even, with neither side able to secure a clear lead. The tension grew with every play, and the crowd roared with every tackle, pass, and sprint.

Y/N found her gaze fixed on Juyeon. Even from the sidelines, his determination was evident in the way he moved. His face was a mask of focus, his sharp eyes scanning the field as he directed his teammates. The way he ran with such precision, dodging opposing players, made her heart race.

The whistle blew, signaling the final round. This was it—the moment that would decide the game. The stadium fell into a tense silence, only broken by scattered cheers and shouts of encouragement. Yn clenched her pompoms tightly, her eyes glued to Juyeon.

The ball was passed swiftly between players, each team trying to outmaneuver the other. Juyeon, ever the strategist, positioned himself perfectly. As the opposing team tried to block his teammates, the ball was suddenly passed to him.

He took off like a bullet, his speed unmatched as he dodged one defender, then another. The crowd erupted as he sprinted down the field, his teammates creating just enough openings for him to slip through. Time seemed to slow as Juyeon approached the goal line.

With one final burst of speed, he dove forward, slamming the ball down just over the line. The whistle blew, and the referee signaled a try—Juyeon had scored.

The stadium erupted into deafening cheers. The scoreboard lit up, confirming their university’s victory. Yn felt herself jumping and cheering along with the crowd, her excitement spilling over.

On the field, the rugby team went wild. Juyeon’s teammates rushed to him, tackling him in a celebratory hug. They lifted him up, their hands tossing him into the air as they cheered his name.

“Juyeon! Juyeon! Juyeon!”

From his spot in the air, Juyeon laughed, his face lit with a mix of pride and joy. As his teammates set him back on his feet, he instinctively scanned the crowd, his eyes searching.

It didn’t take him long to find Y/N among the cheerleaders. She stood slightly apart from the others, her white bow catching the stadium lights as she smiled brightly. Their eyes met, and despite the chaos around them, it felt like everything else faded away for a moment.

Juyeon gave her a small, victorious smirk, mouthing a quick, “That one's for you.”

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully as she quickly looked away, trying to play it off, but it was too late. Her cheerleading team had caught the entire exchange.

“Oh my God, girl!” Mia squealed, clapping her hands together as her eyes sparkled with excitement.

“I saw that!” Sara added, nudging Y/N with her elbow.

“That smirk though!” another member chimed in, fanning herself dramatically.

“Are you blushing?!” Mia teased, leaning in closer to Y/N.

Y/N tried to suppress a laugh, shaking her head as she clutched her pompoms tightly. “I’m not! You’re imagining things,” she insisted, though the redness on her cheeks betrayed her.

“Sure, sure,” Sara teased. “But he literally said it was for you! That was straight out of a movie!”

The entire team giggled and “uwu”-ed in unison, making exaggerated heart shapes with their hands as they teased their leader.

Y/N groaned but couldn’t stop the smile creeping across her face. “Can you guys not?” she said, half-laughing. “Focus on the game, not me!”

But the girls weren’t about to let it go that easily. “Focus on the game? Girl, you are the game!” Mia said, making the others burst into laughter.

Y/N rolled her eyes dramatically but couldn’t help but laugh along with them, the excitement of the night mingling with her embarrassment. She sneaked another glance toward the field, where Juyeon was being patted on the back by his teammates, his eyes still occasionally flicking in her direction.

Her heart fluttered again, but she kept her cool—well, as much as she could with her cheerleading team giggling behind her.

The cheerleaders returned to the basketball court after the exhilarating game, their spirits high as they snapped pictures, laughed, and exchanged playful banter. Y/N stood near the corner, quietly fixing her hair as Mia walked up to her, her brows furrowed in concern.

“Y/N,” Mia said, her voice soft but worried, “What happened to your neck? When did you get this scratch?”

Y/N hesitated, her hand instinctively brushing over the faint mark on her neck. Before she could answer, a voice cut in.

“I did that,” Ella spoke up, stepping forward. Her voice wavered, and the other girls immediately fell silent, their attention shifting to her. “And I need to apologize to all of you.”

Everyone exchanged confused glances, unsure of what she was talking about. Ella took a shaky breath, gripping her hands tightly as she tried to steady herself.

“I wasn’t at my best today,” she began, her voice trembling. “I let… jealousy get the better of me, and I lashed out. I didn’t even know why I felt that way. I guess—seeing how amazing all of you are, and especially you, Y/N—it made me feel small, like I wasn’t good enough to stand beside you guys.”

Ella’s eyes glistened with tears as she continued. “But it wasn’t fair of me to act the way I did. I acted out, and I hurt someone who didn’t deserve it. I hurt this team, and for that, I’m so, so sorry. I regret it… I wish I could take it all back.”

The group was silent for a moment as Ella’s words sank in. Then Sara stepped forward, placing a comforting hand on Ella’s shoulder. “It’s okay, Ella. What matters is that you admitted it was your fault, and you’re owning up to it now.”

Everyone nodded in agreement, murmuring words of reassurance.

Ella sniffled, managing a weak smile. “Thank you… for being nice to me, even when I didn’t deserve it. I’ll understand if you want me out of the group—”

“Who said anything about kicking you out?” Y/N interrupted, her voice firm. She stepped closer, her gaze steady. “Nobody’s kicking you out, Ella. We’re a team. But if anyone in this group ever has a problem with someone else, talk about it. Don’t keep it to yourself. Holding it in will only make things worse.”

The room grew quiet, and then, as if on cue, the girls came together, pulling Ella into a warm group hug. Ella let out a shaky laugh as she wiped her tears.

“Aww, look at this moment!” a voice teased, cutting through the heartfelt scene. Everyone turned to see Sunwoo, Mia's boyfriend, standing by the door with an amused grin. “Sorry to interrupt, but I really need to steal my girlfriend now.”

Mia rolled her eyes but smiled, stepping away from the group to join Sunwoo. As they began to leave, Sunwoo paused and turned back, his gaze landing on Y/N.

“Oh, Y/N” he said, his tone casual but with a teasing edge, “Juyeon’s waiting for you in the rugby locker room.”

The girls erupted into giggles as Y/N's cheeks flushed. Sunwoo shot her a playful wink before heading off with Mia. Y/N sighed, shaking her head at her friends’ knowing looks. “Don’t start,” she warned, but the warmth in her voice betrayed her.

With a deep breath, she grabbed her bag, her heart fluttering slightly as she headed toward the rugby locker room.

As Y/N stepped into the rugby locker room, she noticed how eerily quiet it was. The dim fluorescent lights hummed faintly, casting long shadows across the rows of benches and lockers. She glanced around, her footsteps echoing softly against the tiled floor.

“Juyeon?” she called out, her voice breaking the stillness.

No response. She walked in further, scanning the area, her brows furrowing. Just as she was about to turn a corner, a large hand suddenly grabbed her arm and spun her around, pinning her gently but firmly against the cool metal lockers.

Her breath hitched as her eyes snapped open, only to find herself face-to-face with Juyeon. His tall figure loomed over her, his intense gaze locking with hers. His dark, damp hair clung to his forehead, and the faint scent of sweat and his cologne filled the space between them.

“Juyeon,” she whispered, her voice a mix of surprise and something else she couldn’t quite name.

He leaned in slowly, his forehead brushing against hers, his breath warm against her skin. Each of his hands rested firmly at her waist, caging her in but with a tenderness that made her heart race.

His voice dropped into a low, husky whisper. “We won, Yn. My team… we did it.”

She blinked, her heart pounding so loudly she swore he could hear it. She opened her mouth to respond, but the intensity in his eyes left her speechless.

“And you,” he continued, his voice barely above a whisper, “were all I could think about. Every time I looked over at the sidelines, there you were, cheering like you always do.”

Y/N swallowed hard, her cheeks flushing under his gaze. “Juyeon, I—”

But before she could finish, he tilted his head slightly, his lips curling into a teasing smirk. “You don’t know how distracting you are, do you? Watching you out there made me want to win even more.”

Her breath hitched again, and she averted her gaze, trying to gather her thoughts. “I was just doing my part,” she muttered, her voice softer than she intended.

Juyeon chuckled, the deep sound resonating between them. “Your part? Y/N, you’re more than just a cheerleader to me.”

Y/N felt her cheeks grow warmer. She glanced back at him, their foreheads still pressed together, their breaths mingling in the small space between them.

“Juyeon,” she murmured, finally finding her voice. “Congratulations… on the win.”

His smirk widened slightly as he leaned in just a fraction closer, his nose brushing against hers. “Thanks,” he said softly. “So, about our deal..”

Juyeon pulled back slightly, just enough to let her breathe, but not enough to create any real distance between them. His hands stayed firmly planted at her waist, his gaze locked onto hers with a mix of hope and anticipation.

He began, his voice low and slightly shaky. “I’m going to ask you again, Y/N. Will you be my girlfriend?”

Y/N blinked up at him, her heart swelling as his words sank in. A soft smile spread across her lips as she lifted her hands, wrapping them gently around his neck. Her fingertips brushed against the damp hair at the nape of his neck, and she let her thumbs lightly caress his cheeks.

“Juyeon,” she whispered, her voice tender as she gazed into his deep, earnest eyes. “The moment you stepped in and saved me from Ella that night at the dinner…” Her words faltered slightly, her emotions thick in her throat.

His brows furrowed slightly, as if urging her to go on, his grip on her waist tightening just a fraction.

“That’s when I gave my heart to you, completely,” she finished, her voice steady but filled with warmth. “You didn’t just stand by—you stood up for me, and it showed me exactly the kind of person you are.”

For a moment, Juyeon seemed to freeze, his lips parting slightly as her words washed over him. Then, his expression softened, a warm, boyish grin spreading across his face. “You mean that?”

Y/N nodded, her fingers brushing over his jawline, her smile widening. “I mean it, Juyeon. All of it.”

His forehead pressed against hers again, his grin now impossible to contain. “You have no idea how happy you’ve just made me,” he murmured, his voice filled with unfiltered joy.

Juyeon let out a quiet laugh, his hands sliding up slightly to rest on the small of her back, pulling her even closer. "Because I'm not planning on letting you go now.”

Her heart raced at his words, and she bit her bottom lip to keep herself from grinning too widely. “And I wasn’t planning on going anywhere,” she replied softly.

They stood there for a few moments, lost in each other’s presence, before Juyeon leaned down just slightly, their noses brushing. “I guess this makes it official, huh?” he whispered.

Y/N smirked playfully, her cheeks still flushed. She just nodded softly.

Juyeon stared at her for a moment, his grin fading into something softer, more vulnerable. His dark eyes flickered down to her lips, then back to her eyes, as if he were fighting some internal battle. His hands gently slid from her waist to her lower back, pulling her closer until there wasn’t even an inch of space between them.

“Y/N,” he murmured, his voice barely audible but filled with emotion. “I can’t take it anymore.”

Her breath hitched, and before she could respond, he tilted his head and closed the small gap between them. His lips brushed hers softly, tentative at first, as though he were afraid she might pull away.

But Y/N didn’t.

Instead, her hands tightened around his neck, pulling him closer as she kissed him back, her movements gentle and full of warmth. It wasn’t rushed or dramatic—it was sweet and tender, filled with the emotions they’d both been holding back for so long.

Juyeon’s hand moved up to cup the side of her face, his thumb brushing against her cheek as he deepened the kiss slightly. It was as if the world around them melted away; there was no locker room, no echoing silence—just the two of them.

When they finally pulled back, both slightly breathless, Juyeon rested his forehead against hers once more, his lips quirking up into a small smile. “I’ve been wanting to do that for so long,” he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

Yn’s cheeks flushed as she let out a quiet laugh, her thumb tracing small circles on the back of his neck. “So have I,” she admitted, her voice equally soft.

Juyeon grinned, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. “Guess we’re even now,” he teased, his tone light but filled with affection.

Yn smiled, leaning into his touch. “I guess we are.”

Juyeon leaned in again, his lips capturing hers in a deeper, more passionate kiss this time. His hand slid gently to the back of her neck to pull her closer, but as his fingers brushed against the scratch, Y/N hissed softly against his lips.

He froze immediately, pulling back just enough to study her face with concern. “What? Why? Did I hurt you?” he asked, his brows furrowing deeply.

She quickly shook her head, covering the side of her neck instinctively. “It’s nothing,” she tried to assure him, but the way she winced when she moved only made his frown deepen.

“Y/N,” Juyeon said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument as he gently pulled her hand away to see what she was hiding. His eyes widened slightly at the sight of the faint scratch on her neck. “What happened? Who did this to you?”

Her eyes softened, and she let out a small sigh. “It’s nothing, really. It’s all settled now.”

“That doesn’t look like nothing,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. His jaw clenched as the protective side of him flared up. “Tell me who did this.”

Seeing the fire in his eyes, she hesitated. “Juyeon, it’s over. I don’t want to make it a bigger deal than it already was.”

“Y/N,” he pressed, his tone firm but still filled with worry. “Who. Did. This?”

She hesitated but finally relented. “It was Ella,” she admitted quietly. “She was upset and… she lashed out. But we’ve already talked, and she apologized to everyone. It’s done.”

Juyeon’s expression darkened instantly. His hands dropped from her neck as he took a step back, running a hand through his hair to calm himself. “She hurt you,” he muttered, his voice low and sharp. “She put her hands on you. I can’t just let that slide.”

He turned as if he was ready to storm out of the locker room, but Y/N quickly grabbed his arm, stopping him. “Juyeon, no,” she said firmly. “It’s handled. I mean it. She knows what she did was wrong, and she’s genuinely sorry. Please, let it go.”

He looked down at her, his jaw still clenched tightly. “How can you expect me to let it go when someone hurt you like that?”

Y/N stepped closer, placing her hand gently on his chest. “Because I don’t want to carry this around anymore. It’s over. What I need from you is to trust me and move on with me, okay?”

Juyeon stared at her for a moment, his shoulders relaxing slightly as he let out a frustrated sigh. “Fine,” he said finally, though his voice still held a trace of anger. “But if she did that again, I’m not holding back.”

Y/N smiled softly, leaning her forehead against his. “Thank you for caring so much. But it’s really okay now. I promise.”

He cupped her face gently, his thumb brushing over her cheek. “I just don’t ever want to see you hurt.”

“I know,” she whispered. “And that’s why I love you.”

His expression softened instantly, and a small smile tugged at his lips. “I love you too,” he murmured before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, his earlier anger melting away.

“So, Sunwoo’s gone for the weekend,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “How about you just stay at my dorm, with me, just the two of us, until he comes back?”

She raised an eyebrow, trying to hide the smile tugging at her own lips. “Just the two of us alone?”

He stepped even closer, his hand gently brushing against her arm as he leaned in just enough for his breath to tickle her ear. “I think I’ve been ready for this for a while,” he said softly, his eyes glinting with excitement. “No distractions, no roommates. Just you and me, all night.”

She felt her pulse quicken at his words, and despite herself, she bit her lip. “I don’t know, Juyeon… That sounds like trouble.”

He smirked, his lips curling into a confident grin. “Maybe. But you love a little trouble, don’t you?”

She turned her head slightly, pretending to be coy. “What exactly do you have in mind?”

“Let’s just say, I’m thinking a quiet night in. Just us, my dorm, and a whole lot of time to do whatever we want,” he said, his hand now resting lightly on her waist. “We could stay in, watch some movies, maybe grab some snacks. Or, we could find a few other ways to pass the time…”

Y/N swallowed, feeling a sudden rush of heat at his proximity. “And what exactly do you mean by that?”

Juyeon grinned, his eyes darkening with a playful challenge. “Oh, I think you know exactly what I mean. We could have some fun without anyone else around to interrupt.”

She felt a flutter in her chest at his words, her usual confidence faltering just for a moment. “You sure know how to make a tempting offer, don’t you?”

He laughed softly, brushing his fingers along her arm in a way that made her skin tingle. “Only for you. I promise, I won’t bite… unless you want me to.”

Her heart skipped a beat, but she didn’t want to give in too easily. “I don’t know… I’m not sure I trust you with that kind of invitation.”

“Come on baby,” he said, his voice playful but full of charm. “Sunwoo’s gone until the weekend ends. It’s the perfect time for us to have the place to ourselves. We can relax, have fun, and not worry about anyone else.”

Juyeon stepped even closer, his breath warm against her neck as he whispered, “Trust me, Yn, I’m worth it.”

She could feel the heat building between them, and despite herself, she found herself nodding. “Alright, fine. I’ll stay. But only because you’re so convincing.”

Juyeon’s grin widened, his eyes lighting up with triumph. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist.” He leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to her cheek, his lips lingering just a moment longer than necessary. “Let’s make tonight unforgettable.”

With that, he took her hand, gently pulling her toward the locker door with a playful wink.

The end.

[luciathcv]

ᥫ᭡ the boyz masterlist

ᥫ᭡ guide: angst (a), fluff (f), suggestive (sg)

ᥫ᭡ kim sunwoo

why do i even like him? (f).(a)

ᥫ᭡ sohn youngjae

san sebastian (f) - part one

goodbye san sebastian (f) - part two

[sungbeam]

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 : a series!

[7 OF 11 NOW CUFFED!] ; it's cuffing season! — and the boyz are in for quite the adventure as they learn to juggle school, work, friends, and love.

starring: the boyz, f!reader

genre: college au, fluff, humor, comfort, assorted pairings

word count: 216k/?? // at least 20k+ words per part

**note: the main plotline (the 4 szns) can be read completely as stand-alones. all other spin-offs can also technically be read as stand-alones, but some might require context from the main plotline. (all prev yns will appear as __!yn)

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a/n: i'm very excited for this series tbh and i really hope i retain the strength to finish it 🤧 a great way to help me out tho is to blow this post up by reblogging, esp since tumblr gatekeeps the actual fics when they're published :')

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— spin-offs & side adventures.

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THE REVEAL — l. sangyeon

does sangyeon really have a secret girlfriend? well... let's find out. (trailer, __)

CLASS(Y) ACTION — l. juyeon

nothing is more cutthroat than the legal sphere, and sometimes we have to find allies in the strangest places—even if he spills coffee on you. (trailer, __)

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Taste Me On Your Fingers - Lee Juyeon

W/C: 3.6K

Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog. Minors DNI.

Prompts: “I love the way you look with my fingers inside you.” + “I want to taste me on your fingers.”

Warnings: Smut, explicit language, hand kink, nudism, nicknames, breast play, nipple stimulation, dirty talking, clit stimulation, fingering, finger riding, neck holding, finger sucking, cum tasting, unprotected sex(reader’s on the pill), aftercare.

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

You sit down on the couch after you had finished in the kitchen, you bring your feet up onto it and pull your phone out as you move the television controller out of the way, you were about to unlock your phone when your eyes landed on Juyeon’s hands as he firmly held the console controller in his hands, and you could see some veins appearing on his hand and travelling up his arm. You and Juyeon had a day off and decided to spend it together yet doing separate things, which was all going great until now, all thoughts about whatever you were about to do on your phone were out the window and forgotten about. Now you could only imagine what his hands were doing to you, gripping you, holding you, making you feel good. You shift in your position and feel your juices moving between your folds and your eyes widen slightly, there was no way you were already wet just thinking about what his hands can do to you, no way. And before you could even process what you were about to say, the words fell from your lips.

“I want to taste me on your fingers,” You say. You watch him drop the console controller to the floor at your words before turning to you with such speed, his eyes wide and his lips parted. “I…” You begin to shuffle on the couch, moving everything you had near you aside before quickly standing, only for him to grab onto your wrist and stop you.

“You want to… taste yourself on my fingers?” He slowly repeats your words back to you, you keep your gaze away from him, suddenly finding anything else a lot more interesting. “Don’t be shy now… you weren’t shy just a few moments ago,” He tugs on your arm, pulling you onto his lap, making you straddle his thighs before he spreads his legs, oh fuck, why did you have to wear such loose shorts today? He takes the phone from your hand, and you watch him put it on the table next to the couch. “You want my fingers inside you?” You slowly nod your head as you now looked directly at his face, you could see his eyes slowly darkening as a cloud of lust covers them, his hand touches your knee, and he slowly slides it upwards, leaving a burning trail behind on your skin, his touch was sending your mind into a frenzy and your senses into overdrive. “What my baby wants… my baby gets.”

“Ju…” You breathe out, but it sounded more like a whimper, you feel your skin heating up and your heart rate spiking, the way he was looking up at you with that fucking smirk on his face. His hand lifts away from your thigh and moments later it was underneath your shirt, slowly sliding up your stomach and to your chest.

“No bra?” He asks, you feel his fingers trace over the curve of your boob before they found your nipple, the light touch makes you take in a shuddering breath as you feel a tingling sensation going down your stomach. “How convenient,” He releases your wrist and takes hold of the hem of your shirt and begins pushing it upwards, you quickly move your hands to grip the hem of your shirt as well and help him with removing it. “Fuck…” His eyes slowly roam over your chest, taking you in, it wasn’t the first time he had seen you naked, but every time he did, he fell even more in love with you. “What a beautiful sight,” His forefinger was rubbing feather-light circles over your nipple, which was slowly causing your nipple to harden.

“Hmm, Ju…” You whisper, you lick your lips, and your breathing begins to become heavier as the temperature in the room becomes hotter. Juyeon leans closer, and you watch his every movement, he licks his lips before his tongue slowly makes contact with your nipple. “Fuck, Ju,” He was staring up at you with such a dark look in his eyes while his tongue was licking a slow thick stripe over your nipple. “Fuck,” The stare alone made your pussy twitch. “Juyeon, dammit,” His lips wrap around your nipple and your back lightly arches, his thumb takes over from his forefinger, and he rubs harder and faster over the bud. “Hmm, mmh,” You move your hand to the back of his head and slide your fingers through his locks before gently holding onto it. “Ju…” Your lids flutter at the sensation going through you.

You buck your hips over his thighs as you hear him sucking on your nipple and breathing hard against your skin, his other hand cups your pussy through your shorts and panties, and he slowly rubs his hand along your pussy. You reach down with your hand and cup him through his shorts, feeling a bulge slowly forming, you rub your hand along his clothed cock, copying the movements of his own hand on your pussy.

“Ju…” You breathe out, feeling out of breath already. You kept eye contact with him through everything, and you could feel your panties were completely wet by now. “Hmm…” He tugs on your nipple before releasing it, he sits back, and you take note of how wet his lips looked from sucking your nipple.

“You feel so wet,” He mutters. “I swear I can feel it through your pants,” You take in a deep breath and feel him move his hand to the side of your pants before slipping past them and pushing against your panties. “Hmm, I can feel it here especially,” He pushes your panties between your folds, making your juices push through your panties and coat his fingers. “Fuck, let’s get these off,” He pulls his hands away and both his hands quickly grip your waistband, you briefly get up from his lap and allow him to push your pants and panties down before you were back on his lap and his hand back between your legs and pushing against your pussy while his other hand rests on your thigh. “Fuck, you’re fucking soaked.”

“Hmm, it’s your fault for that,” You mutter. You feel his fingers rubbing over your folds as he spreads your juices over your pussy, he bites his bottom lip, making your walls clench at the sight.

“My fault?” He asks once he released his lip. “And how is that?” His fingers slip to the inside of your folds, and you feel them rub along your pussy, purposely avoiding your clit and slit.

“Because of your hands,” You say and wiggle your hips, hoping you could get his fingers where you ached for them the most. “If they didn’t look so good, then I wouldn’t be this wet right now, and you would have still been playing your game,” He looks down between your bodies, and you bite your lip as he does.

“Then I should thank the universe for giving me these hands to cause this then, shouldn’t I?” He asks, he pushes the tips of his fingers against your slit, making you release your lip as your mouth drops open. He looks up at you to watch your reaction as he pushes two digits into your sopping hole. “I am so thankful for these hands,” Your palm on his cock pressed down a little hard, causing a groan to fall from him.

“Ju… Juyeon,” You moan out, his fingers easily slipping into you with how wet you were. “Oh… my… fuck,” Your head falls back as your eyes roll to the back of your head before your lids fell shut, his fingers curl inside you when they were pushed into you fully.

“I love the way you look with my fingers inside you,” He says, making your walls clench around him. His fingers slowly uncurl before sliding out of you. “Let’s add another one,” Your hips buck as you feel a third digit slipping into you, stretching your walls around them.

“Ju-Juyeon,” You stutter out, feeling tingles going up your spine. “Oh, fuck,” He curls and uncurls his fingers inside you, you could feel a knot of tension quickly starting to form inside you. “Oh, my fucking…” Your other hand in his hair tightens its hold, and you could feel sweat running down your back.

“Baby, you’re so wet, can you hear that?” He asks, and how could you not? Your wetness was squelching loudly with each movement of his fingers inside you. “Doesn’t that sound delicious?” You lick your lips as they suddenly felt dry. “Since you said you want to taste yourself on my fingers, why don’t you ride them, and I’ll reward you by letting you clean them?”

“Juyeeeeoonnn,” You whine out before living your hips and lowering them back down on his fingers, you move your hand away from his bulge and grab onto his shoulder to help you move. “Fuck, I… Juyeon,” He watches as your tits bounce in front of him as you bounced on his fingers, getting yourself off on them.

“Fuck, baby, you look so hot riding my fingerings,” He says. “You’re being such a good girl for me,” Your walls clench around his fingers at his words of praise. Your breathing picks up, and your nails begin to dig into his shoulder through his shirt as you felt your toes curl as a warm, tingling feeling begins to rush up your legs.

“Oh, fu-fuck,” You moan, you could feel drool spilling from the corner of your lips at how good you were feeling. “I…” Your hips falter for a moment as you felt the tips of his fingers brushing against your sweet spot. “JUYEON!”

“Did that feel good, baby?” He asks. Fuck, you could just hear the smirk on his lips through his words, but you didn’t care at this moment, all you cared about was his fingerings hitting that same spot again and edging you closer to your high. “Let’s add to it,” Your back arches as his thumb makes contact with your throbbing clit.

“JUYEON!” You scream, feeling your mind slipping into the clouds while your body was slowly starting to shake with pleasure. “Oh, fuck, oh, shit, I…” You move faster over his fingers, starting to chase after your high to reach that blissful feeling. “Fuck, JUYEON!” His thumb rubs over your clit, making sure to follow the rhythm of your hips, when you came down on his fingers he pressed down harder and when you lifted the touch became lighter. “Fuck, fuck…”

“Cum for me, baby,” He says in a low tone. As you lowered onto his fingers, they press down hard against your sweet spot, causing stars to explode behind your lids and the tension inside you to snap.

“JUYEON!” You scream and pull at his hair while digging your fingers harder into his shoulder, your hips stutter as your high courses through, and you come undone around his fingers. “FUCK!” The feeling was indescribable, but you just know it felt so good and you loved experiencing it. “FUCK!” Your mind was spinning in the clouds as your body floats along.

“That’s it, baby, make a mess for you to clean up,” He says. Your hips sink on his fingers a final time before he begins pumping his fingers in and out of you to ease you through your high, his thumb staying to rub your clit. “So fucking hot of you, baby,” Your body slowly stops shaking as you come down from your high. His hand that was just resting on your thigh slowly begins sliding along your leg and over your hips before you felt it pause at your collarbone. “Look at me,” You swallow as your pussy clenches at how low his voice was. You lift your head and his hand lightly wraps around your neck, just to hold onto it. “Open your pretty mouth.”

“Ju…” You whisper and keep your lips parted, his fingers slip from you, and you suddenly felt so empty without them. He presses his fingers against your bottom lip, making you feel how wet they were before he pushed them into your mouth. Your lips immediately closer around them and you begin sucking on them, you open your eyes and make contact with his dark lust-covered ones as he stares at you, watching you intently as you suck on his fingers.

“How do you taste?” He asks. He feels your tongue running along the pads of his fingers as you tried to get everything, the way your mouth looked so stuffed with just his fingers made his mind spin as he imagined his cock stuffing it instead.

“Hmm,” You hum, and release his shoulder to grab onto his wrist and hold onto it. The sight only causes his mind to spin even further, he presses his fingers down on your tongue, causing drool to pool around them before it started to pour from the corner of your mouth and slip down your chin before dripping onto your chest.

“How fucking hot…” He mutters before slowly pulling his fingers from your mouth. “Take my cock out for me, baby,” Your hand immediately drops from his wrist and your other hand releases his hair as you move to grip onto his shorts, he pulls his hand away from your neck, allowing you to look down between your bodies. You carefully push it down before you carefully move his underwear over his bulge. “Hmm… see what you caused,” Your pussy twitches as you saw his cock, the prominent vein on the underside and the slit leaking with pre-cum.

“Fuck, Juyeon…” You whimper. You move your hands to the hem of his shirt and curl your fingers around the fabric before pushing it upwards, he lifts his arms, letting you remove it. You could see his skin glistering with sweat as you toss the shirt aside. “Wow…” You barely picked up as he moves everything that was on the couch out of the way or even pushing it onto the floor, he grips onto your waist and moments later you found yourself on your back and him hovering above you with his cock pressing between your folds, inches away from your entrance, his body moves, and you quickly realise he was getting rid of his pants and underwear.

“I need to be inside you so desperately now,” He says. You feel one of his hands slide down your thigh before he wraps your leg around his waist before his hand disappeared and seconds later you felt his cock sliding down to your entrance.

“Ohh, oh, fuck, yes, I…” You moan out, your lids fluttering at the feeling of his cock causing friction against your pussy. You lift your other leg and wrap it around his waist, hooking your ankles. He pushes his cock into your entrance before his hand pressed down into the couch next to your head. “Ohh, oh, fuck, Ju…”

“Fuck, I… uhm,” He groans as he feels your sopping walls sucking him right in. “Fuck…” His other hand finds yours, and he pushes it down above your head, his fingers interlacing with yours and squeezing your hand as he slides deeper into you. “So… good,” His words were strained as his mind spun at the feeling of your walls squeezing around him.

“Ju…” You moan, your free hand moves to the back of his head, and you slide your fingers through his hair before gripping onto them. “So… good,” You feel his hips pause once he was completely inside you, both of you breathing hard at how good it was feeling.

“Shit… so good,” He mutters, you stare into his eyes and saw his pupils were dilated and pleasure was morphed onto his face. “Fuck,” He lifts his hips, his cock siding out from you almost fully before he thrusts back into you.

“Fuck!” You moan as you feel your breath get stuck inside your throat for a moment. The sound of your juices squelching fills the air and the sound of your moans and his grunts and groans bounced off the walls, his hips were moving just fast enough to cause pleasure to course through your veins and a ball of ecstasy to build inside you again yet slow enough to drag the moment out.

“Fuck, fuck, taking me so good,” He grunts. The sound of skin hitting against skin was loud as he thrusts in and out of you, your walls were starting to pulse around him as another high was building inside you, you squeeze your eyes shut, and you could already see stars starting to appear behind your lids.

“Fuck, Ju… fuck,” You breathe out. You could feel your muscles starting to pull tighter as the blissful feeling was nearing. “More, harder,” And with your words, his hips thrust into you harder, and you could feel the ball of tension inside you becoming bigger. “Fuck, fuck, I…” You could feel tingles running up and down your spine, making you dig your heels into his lower back. “Ju…” Your hips buck up into his, and you feel his cock sliding deeper into you momentarily, your muscles twitch and the stars behind your eyes quickly turn into fireworks as the tension inside you snaps. “JU!”

“That’s it, fuck, yes,” He groans out, his hips moving faster as he feels your walls milking his cock. “Fuck…” You push your head harder against the couch as your body shakes with pleasure, your hand squeezes his, and you could feel your thighs becoming wet with how your wetness splattered against them.

“JU!” You scream. His other hand slides between your bodies and, moments late, your back arches as you feel his fingers touch your clit. “FUCK!” You hadn’t even come down from your high, and he was already causing another one to build up inside you. “JUYEEEOOOONN!” His hips were stuttering as he tried to keep up with the fast pace he had, but his mind was buzzing with pleasure and the feeling he was going to experience within moments.

“Fuck, keep milking my cock, baby,” He breathes out. Your body felt sticky and wet, and everything felt sinful as you did it in the living room, but it all felt so right and so good. Your legs shake as another orgasm rips through you, and you could feel tears spilling from the corner of your eyes.

“FUCK, SHIT, I!” You scream, unable to form a proper sentence. Your mind was empty as your body floats through the blissful feelings, his hips falter as your walls clamp down around him, and then he felt it, a heartbeat in the tip of his cock and he knew that he was close. “Juyeon, fuck, I…” His fingers rub your clit vigorously as his hips ram into yours.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” His voice hitches as he chants out, his back arches, and he tilts his head back as the feeling of the heartbeat explodes in the head of his cock and hot ropes of cum spill into your hole, filling you with his load. “FUCK, Y/N!” His hips slow down until they’re just rocking into yours to ease himself through his high, his fingers pause against your clit and his jaw clenches as he breathes loudly through his nose. Your body felt like it was numb to the amount of pleasure that you experienced, and your lids felt heavy as you forced them open to watch him experience his high.

“Fuck… just like that, Ju…” You whisper, your grip on his hair loosened as you slide your hand to his cheek and softly rub your thumb over his cheek. “Just like that, it feels so good,” You feel his hips come to a halt against yours, and he lowers his head before burying it in the crook of your neck to take a moment to catch his breath.

You both lay there in silence as you let the moment sink in and let everything settle down, the temperature slowly begins to drop, and the colder air begins to nip at your sweat-coated skin, the feeling of the afterglow slowly begins to settle inside you, and you felt content with him being on top of you, his warmth radiating off onto you and his scent surrounding you and filling your lungs, which immediately brought you comfort and a sense of peace.

“Did you like tasting yourself from my fingers?” He asks as he lifts his head, you nod your head as you make eye contact with him, the clouds of lust now gone and replaced with warmth.

“Hmm, I did,” You say. He slowly releases the grip he had on your hand and moves his hand that was between your bodies away and presses it into the couch.

“And how are you feeling?” He asks. “Anything you didn’t like?” You quickly shake your head. “Any pain?” You once again shake your head. “Any discomfort?”

“No to all of them,” You quickly say. “Just pleasure, and all good feelings,” He nods his head. “And you, any pain? Any discomfort?” He chuckles and leans slightly down, his nose brushing against yours.

“No to all of them,” He whispers. “All pleasure,” You tilt your head and your lips touch, your eyes shut as his lips move against yours, love pouring into you at that moment as he kisses you with passion and love. The kiss didn’t last long before you pulled back, breathing hard again. “Why don’t we go clean each other?”

“I would like that very much,” You say. He gently smiles before releasing your hand and sitting back on his knees, his cock slipping out from you and causing your mixed arousal to spill from you.

“Hmm, we definitely should,” He says before standing, he takes your hand and pulls you into a sitting position before pulling you to your feet. “I can’t wait to let you feel and see how my hands can clean you also.”

[yeoosaangg]

៹ 더보이즈

✎… OT11

01. NOTHING YET

✎… LEE SANGYEON

01. NOTHING YET

✎… BAE JACOB

01. NOTHING YET

✎… KIM YOUNGHOON

01. NOTHING YET

✎… LEE HYUNJAE

01. NOTHING YET

✎… LEE JUYEON

01. NOTHING YET

✎… MOON KEVIN

01. NOTHING YET

✎… CHOI CHANHEE

01. NOTHING YET

✎… JI CHANGMIN

01. NOTHING YET

✎… JU HAKNYEON

01. NOTHING YET

✎… KIM SUNWOO

01. NOTHING YET

✎… SOHN YOUNGJAE

01. NOTHING YET

[hcuyk]

[ 18+ ] . . . . . . . . will the inferno rekindle?

[ OUR INFERNO ] WORD COUNT : THREAD

OUR INFERNO elaborates the complexities within a relationship—the spark, the blaze, the pain. your love with hyunjae is a never ending fire; it's something so strong, so beautiful and powerful, that it suffocates you both into believing that your relationship would last, only for it to go down in flames.

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[gureumcity]

10 months

💌 pairing: lee hyunjae x reader, lee juyeon x reader 💌 genre: oneshot, dating bet!au, professional dancer!juyeon 💌 warning: profanity, long term heartbreak (it's kinda toxic so i put it here just in case) 💌 word count: 7.7k words 💌 author's note: was honestly inspired by the olympics, watching figure skating but i just didn’t see any of them figure skating. so if it doesn’t make sense, sorry in advance. enjoy the read as always.

[ when what you believe is a beautiful relationship, turns out to be a total lie, you lose trust in yourself more than in the boy. you shut yourself out and stop living. even when another someone helps you out and brings you back into the world again. you may be thankful but you're never quite over the first. the one who hurt continuously hurt you. over and over again. ]

"i swear to god. you're just like how everyone said!," your thundering voice was heard across the hall of your apartment complex. surely, the neighbors were annoyed. but nothing compared to the humiliation and anger you were feeling as tears ran down your cheeks and your hands in fists. "but you know? you know what's so funny? ... that i truly believed you loved me!" with a slam of the door to your home, there stood a boy baffled. because at the very least, he'd thought you would at least let him explain. but no. and now.. all he could do was wait for you to be okay. no matter how long that took.

10 months. 10 months was all it took for you to fall so deeply in love and for your heart to get as easily as broken.

lee hyunjae was a boy you met at the beginning of high school. you were born in south korea but had moved to the states (boston, massachusetts) as soon as you graduated middle school. there, you met hyunjae. he was one of the most sweetest guys you'd ever met with one of the worst reputations. pretty much what one can imagine. the high school's it boy, aka fuck boy. not very convenient when all he did was share class notes and give you winks across the hallways every time you'd walk past by each other. things progressed fast before you noticed yourself falling more in love with the boy. and one day, like a dream come true, he asks you out. you still remember the words.

"so wanna share more physics notes at my house later? and maybe also be my girlfriend?"

cringy, i know.. maybe that should have been the first red flag. but it gets worse. sure, he cared a lot about his reputation and did a good job with upholding that. but with you.. he was a natural, caring guy who seemed more interested in a lot of things than what he leads. falling in love with someone like hyunjae was easy. too easy.

so here you were. running away from your problems and flying to la, california with a scholarship for photography. you were covered for a good two, three years to study what you like to do and to get a fresh start. having yourself embarrassed in front of the school was already too much on your end. and the fact that your life was stolen while hyunjae lived daily life as he did before, definitely did not make any of it feel any better. flirting with girls, playing on the soccer team, and hanging out with the same boys. it was so sickening. not the fact that he was able to go back to his everyday routine so easily. but that he still had you wrapped around his finger. that's what made going to la, a better, and easier, decision than anything. it was like hitting two birds with one stone.

after a while, you got used to everything. you grew numb to feeling love and also expressing love. that may be why photography was your way of finding passion and emotion. you adapted fairly quickly actually. and with the biggest dance performance coming up in france, lots of other competitions were taking place which also meant cha-ching. taking photos of representatives and of the event will be a big assignment for you; not to mention lots of hot professional dancers. you had always admired dancers. the way they gracefully play with their chosen songs while using absolutely every muscle possible to present such a beautiful piece. this was your seventh show you've been to now. two years really did pass by quickly.

but don't forget. you weren't the complete loser you claim yourself as. you've made friends along the way. lee juyeon, who you had met at these said competitions. he had placed first place in many, resulting in multiple individual photoshoots of him. opening up about your life wasn't something you'd like to do. especially with the way your recent high school life back in boston ended. but with many breaks and awkward silences during those shoots, one of you was bound to speak. and you, the photographer, sadly had to be the bigger person. one thing led to another. and you two became close friends. for the first time in forever, you felt at peace and that you belonged somewhere. lee younghoon, you had met in la. he was forced by his dad to come to one of the dance competitions. regardless of his intention to come for fun or not, he had bumped into you and dropped your coffee all over, resulting in his many apologies and a talk in the cafe after. you know how the rest goes. juyeon and younghoon meet and the three of you were now closer than ever.

feeling your phone buzz in your pocket, you reach for it to be faced with the familiar caller id, "bro", quickly putting him on speaker.

"hello?"

"hello? is that all you gotta say to me after days of not talking? i have called you like five times today and you have answered once!" you chuckle at the upset voice across the device. "well then, sunwoo, maybe you should get a life instead of calling me so much." all you hear on the other end was a scoff as you finish packing your bag. sunwoo was your twin brother. well, separated twin brother. after the divorce, you went with your mother to boston while he stayed with your father back in korea. you two still kept in good contact and met up occasionally but it wasn't the usual family situation. "anywayyy! when's your flight?"

you hear a knock at the door and keys jangling before seeing juyeon walk in. "on monday. why?" watching as he took his shoes off and sat down on the couch, you gesture to him that you'll be with him a second. "nothing. it's just our birthday soon! so i'm holding a party for us. so since your flight is gonna be on monday, you'll definitely be able to make it to our party. right? you need to! listen to your big brother! you have to be there, okay?"

"you're literally two minutes older. stop acting as if you're more superior. i'm gonna go," juyeon's chuckle could be heard as he listened to you fight with your twin brother. you quickly end the phone call and walk over to your couch. "sorry about that. sunwoo keeps bothering me about our birthday.."

"speaking of birthday.. am i invited?"

"juyeon. are you kidding me? of course you're invited. i just didn't ask cause i know you're busy with training and i didn't want to be the reason you skip out on practice during such an important time.." he places your keys in your hands and smiles. "your birthday is much more important than anything. i'll go. besides i have something else to say..," as you drop your keys on the table, he clears his throat. "i'm moving back to korea. my training in america is over and i have to practice back home. plus dance performance is in france anyway. so i gotta get back soon."

"you're kidding!"

"nope. just bought my plane ticket. it's the same time and close to your seat too. maybe we can ask to switch seats with the person sitting next to you." with a quick jump, you wrap your arms around him. "ahh! i'm so excited. yes. we'll definitely do that. and since younghoon's back in korea too, i can invite him too."

the flight back was as normal as it can be. you both fell asleep midway but got to enjoy the sunset below. when you landed, it was around 3pm and sunwoo was already there, waiting. "ooh. guess who brought their boyfriend!" he teased, and as much as you didn't want to, your smile disappears. nothing wrong with juyeon. but it's just you haven't heard you and boyfriend in the same phrase for a while and it made you cringe. "yea yea.. anyway let's go." with yours and juyeon's luggage in the trunk, you decided to sit in the back with juyeon up in the passenger seat.

"so.. have you decided where you wanna live?" sunwoo asks as juyeon looks at you through the rear mirror with a smile. "actually.. yea, i have. younghoon's let us use his house. the benefits to having a rich friend." with chuckles, sunwoo thanks juyeon for changing the address on the navi. "you're still paying rent though, right?"

"of course i am. who do you think i am? a freeloader?," the silence was so loud, it hurt. "wow.. thanks guys."

unpacking was harder than packing. at least when you're putting things back in, all you have to worry about things crinkling up or folding in a weird way but once there out, you gotta think about how to place them somewhere. but you did what you could and managed to figure it out. "you finished unpacking?" you hear younghoon's voice outside your room. "yea! i'll be out in just a sec." and once you were downstairs in the living room, you see younghoon and juyeon sitting on the black, leather, very younghoon-like, couch.

"okay. we're gonna need to make some rules," juyeon and you catch each other rolling your eyes at younghoon's words before laughing. "look. i don't care how messy your rooms get. i won't step one foot in them. but! you can't mess my room or the downstairs rooms. especially the kitchen. understand?," after seeing the two of you physically nod, did younghoon let the two of you go. "good. so what do you guys wanna do on your first day back? after a good night's sleep, i'm sure you guys can have some fun.."

"i'm down to go clubbing.." juyeon starts. "just like old times?" you add on, as if you were finishing his sentence. silence meant agreement. so off the three of you ran, up to your rooms to get dressed.

let's just say the day went by quick and the next day was hangover day for the three of you. four days passed and today was the party. sunwoo had basically forced you to come to your own party that you didn't even plan. just added a few people on the guestlist but that's all you got to do. not that you were complaining. you didn't really care much anyway. it just gave you a reason to dress up.

"so.. how's the birthday girl?," you smiled at the voice before turning around to see juyeon, showing off your outfit. "apparently all ready for the party.. happy birthday, y/n." with him opening up his arms, you walk into his embrace. "you know. it feels weird to be back here. i don't know if i should go see my dad.."

"you do what you wanna do. but for now..," you chuckle as he pushes you out the room and guides you downstairs to the car outside. "hop in. i'm driving us to sunwoo's house." you watch as younghoon gets in the back and immediately puts his airpods in. it takes a few minutes to drive over and when you see the neighborhood, it wasn't hard to guess which house the party was being held. the music was loud and the big banner said everything. you just hoped he had warned his neighbors first. but that wasn't your concern.

"hey guys! the birthday girl is here!! late! but here." sunwoo says as he opens the door, loud enough the attention goes to you. and to your embarrassment, juyeon grabs your hand and takes you into the kitchen. "a drink?" taking in the amount of people in here, you were scared people would think you guys were a frat. with a simple nod, juyeon pours in two cups of punch and hands one to you. "thanks.."

"hey sunwoo. where do we put all the gifts?" younghoon speaks up, carrying all the gifts you guys had brought over. yes, it may be your birthday but it was sunwoo's too. you couldn't not buy him something. "oh. just put them all into this room." you help younghoon with the gifts and place them where sunwoo had told you to. after a while, there were almost a hundred people in the house.

"this should be everyone, right?" you ask sunwoo as he was checking the guestlist. "no," your smile drops. what? how could he possibly know this many people that want to come and celebrate his birthday with him? "you know a few of them. eric and them are coming but i told them to bring the cake. i knew something would happen to it if i had prepared it beforehand. so i had them pick it up. they're heading over soon after they pick up their friends too." you down your drink and walk over to the couch where juyeon relaxes. "i swear sunwoo plays around too much or something. i knew this was gonna be a party but with this many people? goddamn." juyeon chuckles at your frustration. "why don't you go grab another drink? get me one too while you're at it." you nod, heading over to the kitchen before someone else enters through the door. you catch a glance at the newcomers and immediately gasp when you see the last person entering. you wanted to hide. you wanted to literally disappear. it's been almost three years? and you thought you had gotten better. but what is this reaction? now you were back to square one. you felt pathetic. and to think, you didn't think it could get worse. until it did. his eyes catch yours and he smiles. smiles! you poured the two drinks and walk your way over. and just when he thinks he has a chance to talk to you, you pass by him and sit down next to juyeon. and as your best friend, it felt only right he ask what was wrong.

"hey.. you good?" your eyes said everything. juyeon sat up straight. "it's him.. hyunjae. why is here? how does he even know sunwoo?" all that anger and humiliation from that night was building back up. and if it wasn't for juyeon holding you back, you would have left this place before the actual party even started. all while you were panicking, hyunjae couldn't take his eyes off you. you were as beautiful as he remembered. maybe even more. "hey guys! you're finally here." you and juyeon watch as kevin and his other friend, you assume, place the very large cake on the kitchen island. "y/n?" your attention shifts over to the voice before seeing chanhee.

"oh my god! eric? it's been so long. what the hell? how are you so tall?" you said, hugging his now tall and lean figure. "well. the last time we saw each other was like five years ago.." you nodded, acknowledging his words but still shocked by his growth. "do i get a hug too?" you see changmin peeking his head through so you immediately open your arms. "of course! you guys are.. men! that's crazy." once sunwoo comes your way, he starts introducing you to his friends.

"so this is my twin sister, y/n. you know changmin, chanhee, eric. this is kevin, jacob, sangyeon, haknyeon. and this is hyunjae. he's also from boston. ha! it'd be funny if you knew each other." sunwoo explains and you couldn't help but let out a little sigh at his name. just like a hero, juyeon's up from the couch and wraps his arm around your shoulder. "nice to meet you guys. i'm juyeon." he says placing out his hand in which sangyeon accepts first. and the rest followed. "wait wait.. i wanna hear you guys talk. say something in english." changmin says, interested. "you guys probably won't even understand anyway." you say as everyone gasps sarcastically. "oh come on, y/n. don't be a party pooper." with sunwoo's words, you roll your eyes and clear your throat.

"how's life been for you?" you started first, deadpan. "it's been good, i guess. what have you been up to?"

"that's none of your business." you hear the others cheering at the accents, having no idea what you two had even said. well, besides younghoon who chuckled and maybe a bit of juyeon. even though he may have a translator, you're sure he caught on to most of it. that was until you realized more people might have caught on your guys’ english conversation.

you know how the rest of the party went. people got way too drunk, passed out, some left, and you're pretty sure you heard a few couples upstairs doing god knows what. and the whole night, all you could do was talk to juyeon as younghoon was getting friendly with changmin and chanhee. and despite all that, you couldn't get drunk. you don't know what kind of mistake you could make with hyunjae and you couldn't risk anything. when there was about half of the people left, you stood up to use the restroom. after drinking almost three bottles of water, you needed to pee. after finishing your business, you wanted to get back to juyeon. but hyunjae had other plans. he grabs your hand and takes you outside without saying anything. when you realize you were already far out as two houses down, you shake your hand off and glare at him. "what? you're mad? when all you've been doing is hanging out with that juyeon dude? what? are you guys dating? is he your boyfriend?"

"what? hyunjae. you're drunk."

"no. i'm perfectly fine." his slurring voice wasn't hard to miss, proving that he indeed was drunk. too drunk, in fact. he grabs both your wrists this time so hard that you winced. "hyunjae."

"hyunjae."

"why is everything so easy for you? i know you don't even like him. i can see it. you don't look at him the way you used to look at me. come on. don't you feel anything for me? even when i do this?" when you feel him stepping closer, you step back. "hyunjae! i'm warning you. let. go," you tried to wriggle out his grasp. you can feel your wrists bruising. "hyunjae.. it hurts. please..." when hyunjae sees your eyes tearing up, he loosens his grip. "i'm sorry. i didn't mean to." you step away, a tear slipping away.

"i hate you." you quickly retrace your steps back into the house and grab your bag, immediately running out. juyeon follows you out with his car keys, unlocking the vehicle. (you drove, no worries. no drinking and driving!)

the next day, your head hurt. but none of it from any alcohol. from the way you kept tossing and turning last night, thinking of hyunjae. out of all the simulations you have made in your mind of what would happen when you by chance, ever bump into him again, that was not it. once you got downstairs, you had noticed porridge on the table with a note on top.

i know you couldn't sleep at night so i made you this. make sure to heat it up before you eat it. - younghoon

younghoon keeps quiet about other people's business but always knew what was going on. he was a nice guy who took advantage of his skill and helps. you wish there were more people like him in the world.

"so.. that was hyunjae, huh?" juyeon's groggy voice is heard. "yea.."

"remind me what happened?," you release a soft sigh as you take out the porridge from the microwave. "just humor me. i want to know how this dude fucked himself up."

"okay.. i guess," you sat down. "yesterday, he dragged me out, absolutely off his limit and starts yelling at me about you. almost like he's... jealous? i didn't understand his words but i know what his intentions were. he's still the same asshole he was years back." juyeon watches your reaction. he's never met hyunjae in his life. all he knows is the hyunjae from your stories. and that was enough to know that he was a dick. but he never noticed that you still have remaining feelings for him, whether you'd admit or not. did he have competition? probably not, after last night. or at least, that's what juyeon was hoping.

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hyunjae, on the other hand, had woken up around an hour ago, completely regretting everything he said last night. he didn't mean any of it. sure. deep down, he was jealous at the way you laughed at everything juyeon said or the way you leaned into his shoulders like he's the one you love. he hated it. all of it. and when he thinks of that day of your guys' fight, he grimaces. instead of waiting for you to reach out to him like a coward, he wishes he had the courage to just tell you. even if that hadn't changed a thing. at least, he would have been able to confess his true feelings to you.

"dude.. do you and juyeon know each other or something?" eric asks from his bed, watching some anime on the tv screen. "what do you mean?"

"i mean.. i don't know if it was just me but it seemed like he was glaring at you the whole night yesterday. did you flirt with y/n? she seems to have a thing with juyeon." hyunjae's eyebrows twitch at those words but at some point, he had to admit. he was years late. and he didn't have to know the whole story to know that juyeon was probably there for you when he wasn't. "uhh no.. i don't know man," eric shrugs and continues to slurp his ramen noodles. "speaking of.. do you have y/n's number? i wasn't able to get it last night and i saw that you were exchanging numbers." hyunjae casually says, hoping eric doesn't find anything suspicious. "oh yea. i'll send it to you right now. but i'm warning you, dude. i'm pretty sure they're a thing." and when his own phone buzzes, he couldn't help but smile. "okay whatever.. thanks,"

"anyway.. i gotta go. let's finish the series next time." he murmurs before rushing out the door. eric's attention wasn't even anywhere near what he said so he escaped through eric's house and immediately got into his car and dialed the number he had just received.

when he hears the phone call picked up and all you say was a simple "hello?" yet his heart was already fluttering. "hey. it's hyunjae. don't! end the call.. i just.. i know i don't exactly deserve it but i wanted to explain myself. about everything. no matter how late my apology is.. could we meet up somewhere?," the silence scared him. he wouldn't have known if you had the ended the call unless he hadn't checked. "y/n?"

"um. yea.. sure. meet me at the park near sunwoo's house," and with that, you ended the call. "hey guys.. i'm gonna head out. i'll be back in a few." you can see the two boys nod their head but you're sure they're too distracted with their gaming so you slip out the door with your bag and phone in your hand. when you parked your car, you could see a fancy car on the other side of the block. you watch as hyunjae walks out of the said vehicle. while you knew hyunjae had come from a wealthy family, it didn't occur to you that he was this wealthy.

"hey.. thanks for meeting me." hyunjae says, taking in your beauty. you hum a response, waiting for whatever he needed to say and seated yourself next to him on the bench. "so.."

"so. i came to apologize. and to explain. back when the guys had made this bet, it all started off because i thought you were pretty. but you know.. you hated the whole reputation thing we held so i knew i didn't have a chance with you. and when i said that you're totally out of my league, that you would never date me, they told me that they'd pay me if i got you to be my girlfriend. it was only for six months though. but i held out onto it. cause being with you felt so much better than i had first expected," you couldn't help but scoff. “and i know that none of this is an excuse to treat you this way. but i just want you to know that i never wanted you to get hurt. and i was just blinded by the fact that i could get a little bit of money while also getting the girl i liked. i was stupid. i'm sorry."

"how much?"

"huh?"

"how much?"

"$500."

"so playing with my heart was worth $500 for you?"

"i didn't take the money. i didn't take any of it. i told them that this was wrong and that none of it-"

"what do you want me to say? thanks? congrats?," hyunjae felt shivers down his spine when you stand up. he knew that in some sort of way, he had messed up again. "congrats for liking me despite the mere $500 i was worth? and for believing that this shitty apology cuts out for all those nights i cried myself to sleep. i hope you get some of that guilt off your chest because you sure seemed like you needed to get this off your chest. and i'm also sorry if you came today thinking i would accept your apology because i don't. i really wished i could." gathering your things, you make yourself back to your car before hearing, "i still love you!" you freeze in your place. what? when you feel his presence again, you slowly turn around. eyes in contact with one another and your hands stop moving.

"what?"

"y/n.. i never stopped loving you." your tears had started to build up to your eyes in which you failed to hide. with a swift move, you were in hyunjae's arms. this time, you could smell his cologne. his intoxicating cologne. and feel his heartbeat. the warm vibration as he mutters sorry over and over again. and as hard as it was, you place your hand on his chest and slowly push yourself away. "but you know what, hyunjae?," looking into his eyes once more, you smile. "it doesn't matter whether or not you took the money. it's the fact that you took a deal with my heart on the end of it because you were blinded by greed. goodbye."

for the second time, hyunjae watches you walk away. and it hurt the same just as it did the first time. but like the first, he can do nothing but watch.

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"so why the hell did you not tell me about hyunjae?" it's been almost two weeks since the talk and sunwoo is freaking out over hyunjae. technically, he's not even supposed to know about him but he walked in on juyeon and you talking about what to do with hyunjae. now sunwoo has seated the both of you at your shared dining table and demands to know what happened. all you could do was sigh because you knew his stubbornness wouldn't help.

"him and i dated senior year. we met each other in high school. and just like a wattpad story, he was your regular fuck boy that flirted with every girl he had the chance to. but he was sweet to me. spoke to me about his true interests. if that's even what those were.. anyway. basically i thought that he was able to open himself up to me that he couldn't to others because of his image. we dated 10 months and into the summer, he tells me that he didn't mean it to end this way but that everything just started off as a bet among his friends. we fought back and forth. cause he just kept giving me this bullshit excuse that he meant everything despite the bet. so i ended up yelling at him and left australia," sunwoo's jaw dropping was enough for you to know hyunjae was no longer invited to your birthday parties. "but i know that you guys are good friends. and i'm sure he's changed now. so don't mind me. i just happen to have a history with him."

"okay so wait.. i only care about one thing right now."

"what?" sunwoo clears his throat, staring at juyeon. "do you still like him?" you stare at your hands on your lap, not knowing how to answer. juyeon had seen this coming. matter of fact, he's been hurt by your answer to this question every time. even when you replied yes or the silence. it both meant you still had feelings for hyunjae anyway. but this time. "i don't know." juyeon's eyes shift over to you. he wondered what made you change your answer this time. you honestly didn't know either. "okay then? and i think you're right. hyunjae has changed. so i hope you don't mind that we'll still occasionally hang out." you shook your head, reassuring that you were okay with this.

a month passes since you got back from america and you were settled for good now. taking up little projects and finding customers here and there. your online shop helped a lot in setting up this mini business for you. juyeon and younghoon really helped out in advertising.

just as you push your shopping cart in the supermarket, you find yourself in front of someone. "hyunjae.."

"hey. how's everything going?" you smile at the casual conversation starter. "good.. yea. you?"

"the same old. same old..," as you pull your cart out of the way, hyunjae takes a hold of your hand. "y/n.. can i suggest something?" you stare at him, confused.

"i know this is a stretch. but i'd rather know i took all the chances i had with you before fully letting go. and.. i was wondering if you would go on three dates. just three. no strings attached and nothing serious. i'll treat you to all three. and if you truly feel absolutely nothing, i'll let you go. hmm?"

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"what did she say? she obviously said no, right?" younghoon watches as juyeon stresses out. you had to go to an appointment and since juyeon wasn't home, you had told younghoon to let juyeon know what's going on. "she said yes."

"what?"

"she wants to give him a chance."

"you're kidding, right-"

"not because she wants this to work. she just wants to feel better. she agrees that this relationship needs a better wrap-up. that's why she agreed," with juyeon's sigh, younghoon chuckles. "don't worry. she doesn't like him." at his words, juyeon lets out an awkward chuckle. "you knew?"

"knew what? that you like y/n? yea dude. it's pretty obvious. i'm sure almost everyone at the birthday party caught on," his panicking breaths was enough for younghoon to pat juyeon's back. "except y/n.. knowing her, she would've probably said something about it by now. so lighten up, dude. and let her end this relationship the way she wants before fully going for it." juyeon nods slowly.

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the first date took place on september 13. his very own birthday. he ended up holding his party a few days before instead to spend it with you.  hyunjae took you out to an amusement park with little mazes in between. he bought you all your favorite snacks that you were shocked he even remembered. dropping cute comments out of nowhere. "you look so pretty." while playing with his fingers. "let me.." while tying your shoelaces. he didn't try anything too much and kept his distance with you. enough to show respect and you admired him for that. although it wouldn't be the thing that would bring you back to him. because no matter how much he looked out for you, this just wasn't it.

the second date took place on october 31. you remember the first halloween party you went together, his shih tzu welcomed you. maybe that was why but this time, he took you to a dog cafe. you were able to enjoy your favorite coffee while playing with cute samoyeds and poodles. really attentive to you, he made sure you were able to feed the puppies, play with him, and stay after hours too. you were sure that one cost a bit. but you pretended not to know as he tried to hide his payment as much as possible. you hated to admit. but he was a gentleman. well, in a way, you guess he always was. but no matter how much he paid attention to you, this just wasn't it.

the third and final date took place on november 15. he took you to a festival. one that usually sells out fast and only comes twice a year. he made sure to keep refilling tickets to allow you more games, which meant more stuffed animals. when it hit ten o'clock, the fireworks went off. you let him hug you. you understand. fireworks makes one emotional. you slowly wrap your arms around him. "i love you.." you stare at the show in the sky. "mm.. it's so pretty....." hyunjae tried not to notice you didn't say it back. but he wasn't expecting much. because no matter how much he made you feel loved, this just wasn't it.

he knew. he knew all of it. he knew that even if you still liked him.. your heart belonged to another. you just didn't know it.

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about a few weeks after the final date, hyunjae reaches out to you. saying he wanted to meet up on november 30. you don't know why he had to push it back two weeks to hear your answer. but you knew the feeling. the feeling of wanting to stop time and just love a little longer.

juyeon had barely asked you about any of the dates with you and hyunjae. and to say you were worried was an understatement. whether you noticed or not, juyeon's opinion mattered a lot to you. you thought about it. why your heart ached when he wasn't home much anymore to ask you things and why it bothered you so much to not see him in his room before going to sleep. he'd been the guy you go to. the therapist that helps you solve any situation. the dancer who helped you open up when you doubted your skill in photography. the guy that reminded you your self worth and brought you back to this world. the best friend you fell in love with.

you blinked at your realization. all this time you had thought falling in love with hyunjae was easy. maybe love wasn't supposed to be easy. maybe it was supposed to be a roller coaster. driving over to hyunjae's was now a lighter feeling than how the day started off. when hyunjae saw you parking in the driveway, he prepared himself. he took in a breath and opened the door.

"want some tea?" hyunjae offers, knowing you're not here to stay long anyway. but it was still worth a try. he told himself that he'd give it his all and he was trying. even if he knew, nothing would ever work. you shake your head and sit down on one of the chairs by his kitchen counter. "hyunjae.. i came here to say that-"

"wait," he stops you, scared. "lemme go first," when he sees you nod softly, he gulps. "look. the past three dates has been everything to me. i don't regret any of it. i'm so happy i saw you smile. i'm so happy i got to hug you. and i'm so happy i got to tell you that i love you. one last time..," he bites his quivering lip as tears rise up in his eyes. "i know what you're here to say. so i just wanted to say thank you. thanks for giving me a chance to love you again. thanks for giving me a chance to treat you the way i couldn't back then." hearing his voice crack made your heart break. you wanted to wipe his tears away but you know you shouldn't. you don't get to since you're the cause of those tears anyway.

"hyunjae..," you watch his hands shaking in his lap, slowly placing your hand in his. you feel his tears falling on your fingers, tears threatening to fall yourself. "i'm sorry i can't tell you what you want me to say. thank you for showing me the person you have become and that you will find someone better. i know that's such a bitchy thing to say. but i mean it. hyunjae.. you've grown. and i really would've liked it if this would've worked. but i'm.. i just-"

"you love juyeon," as you look up, a tear falls down your right cheek. he slowly stands up, sniffling through his tears. "you should go to him. i know he's probably wrecking his brain right now, waiting."

you let out a chuckle before wiping your own tears. "can i hug you?" you nod as you allow yourself to be engulfed in his warm embrace. hyunjae's uneven breathing didn't make any of this easier. after about a minute, you slowly pull away. "thanks hyunjae.. for everything." with a nod of agreement, you both let go and he walks you out.

"y/n...," you turn around. "at least tell me one thing.. will he treat you better?"

"mhmm.. he's the best."

"then.. that's all that matters."

as soon as you get in your car and you're on the road, your phone starts dialing. and to no surprise, you're hit with voicemail. "juyeon? i have something to say to you. i'm on my way home. please.. please be there.." you knew juyeon felt something for you. it'd be crazy if he hadn't. almost every friend of yours has asked you if you were dating him. just by the way he looks at you, treats you, and finds some way to stop you from going on blind dates; that your friends set up. you just didn't say anything because it wasn't like you could reject him and risk loosing him forever or accept him while you were still in love with another. your parked car in the driveway was nothing near straight but you honestly just wanted to get back into the house. running to the door, frustrated that you couldn't find your house keys. but when the door unlocks and you're met with just the man you wanted to see, your body just wants one thing. you immediately hug him. "i'm so sorry.. i'm so sorry for not doing something before."

"you idiot. i've been waiting for like three months. if the past two years doesn't count." you were so relieved from his words that your heart skipped two beats.

"look ju.. i don't know what to say."

"then don't say anything.. just kiss me." not even a second passes before your lips are on his. despite the ticklish feeling of his eyelashes batting against your cheek and the fact you two were still at the door, this couldn't have felt more right. you and juyeon. you should've noticed sooner. but for now, him having his hand on your back and the other on your neck was just perfect. it felt like nothing in the world could go wrong. after a while, you slowly let go. only because you were running out of breath.

"so. do i get to meet your parents now?" you chuckle at the way his mind works. "yes.. i'll arrange something," you slowly watch him close the door and walk you to the sofa. the two of you lay together, your head on his chest as he softly combs through your hair. you hum at the feeling. "at least i won't have to see my dad alone.."

"what happened? with your parents, i mean. you never told me why you're so scared to see your dad." with a sigh, you stare at your hands intertwined with his. "well.. the thing with my dad is that.. i've watched my dad fight with my mom one too many times and after moving with my mom in the divorce, i'm scared that he hates me. he's not abusive or mean or anything, actually. in fact, i love my dad. but i'm so scared that he doesn't want to see me anymore. especially after i ran when he saw me at the grocery store five years ago. i literally ran away. he hates me. i just know it.."

you watch as juyeon gives you a very judging look. "really?"

"what?"

"y/n.. what's not to like about you being his daughter? i'm sure this is all just a misunderstanding. you know what? you're gonna go see him. now." juyeon instantly starts packing some stuff in a bag and running to get the car keys that you had just threw on the ground a while ago. "wait! wait.. can you come with me then?" juyeon's grin slowly changes into a terrified facial expression.

"me? meet your father?" a few seconds later, and younghoon comes walking down the stairs. "so yall done now?" the blushing looks of both your faces was enough to make him chuckle.

"how long were you there?"

"long enough to say finally. come on. pack up. i'll drive us over to your dad's house. in fact, sunwoo texted me that he has a cold but sunwoo has to stay at work. so we're gonna go there and take care of him."

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the loud sound of your heartbeat echoed in your chest, all the way up to your ears that you could barely hear anything around you. as you waited at the doorstep of what you've been told was where your dad lived, juyeon holds your hand tightly. younghoon chuckles behind the two of you when he sees the two of your shoulders tighten at the sound of footsteps getting closer.

"who is it?," as the door opens, your eyes widen. you curse at yourself just imagining how stupid you must look. "y/n."

"dad?"

"uhh... come on in." your dad clears his throat and moves out the way. hesitant, but you enter, taking in the view of the house. when you're suddenly pulled back into a hug, who you assume was juyeon, or younghoon, was the very father you believe hated you. "dad.."

"y/n. i am so happy to see you here. i really am."

tears rose up as you wrapped your arms around him.

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10 months later and today was the day of the france dance event. you're in the crowd, cheering for lee juyeon, your boyfriend, right next to all the boys and your father sitting next to you. hearing the crowd chanting your boyfriend's name made you feel proud. you glance over at hyunjae who was obviously staring. and for once, you had the power to stop looking. not like all those years. and for once, you're looking at someone who loves you as much as you love them. you join in with your fans.

"lee juyeon! lee juyeon! lee juyeon!"

you watched as the scores to his short and free add up. his ranking going from 4th to 2nd and a point away from 1st to "lee juyeon! winner of this year’s best dance performance! congratulations!!" the last thing you remember is screaming and the place going wild.

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the after party was as good as it gets. a little bit fancier than what you and your boys are used to. but they offered chocolate ice cream, juyeon's favorite. but now that you were back home, you were able to grill steak outside and hold a little after party amongst yourselves.

once everybody left, you and juyeon find your way outside again with a bottle of wine and glasses. "juyeon.. congratulations."

"i won it for you."

"what do you mean?"

"do you remember when we first met? and you told how amazing it'd be if i won the comp event.. that you'd grant me a wish," you blink, reminiscing the moment, slowly nodding. "well, i was going to wish for you to give me a chance. but since that's already happened.." you watched as he cleared his throat and started to bend down on one knee. you gasped, seeing the box in his hands.

"oh my god. juyeon." your hands covering your mouth in shock. "y/n.. for as long as i've known you, i have spent every second liking you and loving you. i overthought every single detail. but now that it comes to this, i thought as long as i'm the one down on one knee and you're the one in front of me, where i do it, how i do it, when i do it.. it shouldn't matter. i love you, y/n. will you be the one watching me from the stands at competitions as long as i shall dance? and will you let me be the one to love you from now and forever? marry me?"

"yes.. yes! oh my.. ju yes!" the next thing you know, people surrounding you in hollers. "you guys didn't go home yet?" juyeon's confused look makes everyone laugh. "after making it that obvious you were proposing? hell no." sunwoo says.

"well.. can we have our moment before you ruin it even more?" you say as the boys crowd your romantic moment. they all start mumbling apologies, giving you two space. "anyway... where were we?" you smile as he wraps his arms around your waist.

"i believe we were about to kiss."

"i believe you said yes..”

"i sure did.. i love you."

"and i love you, my love.."

[keopihaus]

Grab a cup of coffee and settle in—newly added: company etiquette by @heechwe

company etiquette | 𝐥𝐣𝐲

୨୧ pairing: lee juyeon x fem!reader || ୨୧ word count: 0.2k || ୨୧ genre: smut || ୨୧ tags: dom!juyeon, ceo!juyeon, oral (f receiving), semi-public sex, spanking, degradation || ୨୧ synopsis: "I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it." || ⟢ AUTHOR'S NOTE: For my darling @loserlvrss!

↪ WANT A DRABBLE DIARY ENTRY? REQUEST ONE.ᐟ

Juyeon’s been called many names at his own company by people above and below him. Asshole. Megalomaniac. Psychotic. Control freak.

If only they knew the truth, the one person they least expect being able to combat all premade assumptions about the one in charge.

But the truth is not as easy as it seems. And the truth of the chief executive officer going down on his secretary in the conference room probably isn’t the best picture to paint for the fellow subordinates.

You write against the glass table, yanking on Juyeon’s hair as he swipes his tongue up and down your folds. His nose bumps your clit cruelly, his mouth too focused on the area around and inside your pussy.

“You taste so good. If only everyone knew how much of a slut you are, for me and only me.” He looks up at the floor-to-ceiling glass window overlooking the city and smirks in between your legs. “I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it.”

You respond with, “You are fucking me against the glass, sir.“

Juyeon chuckles and presses his tongue inside of you again in response to your comeback, and you yelp at the welcome intrusion. He pulls away entirely and flips you over, hiking your skirt up higher for him to spank both of your asscheeks roughly. “I haven’t fucked you just yet. But I’m about to.”

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