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solarwonux · 4 years ago

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Payment Due! || Jeon Wonwoo (3/7)

Pairing: Camboy!Wonwoo x f!reader || sex worker au!

w.c: 9.3k (i promise i don’t try to make these so long it just kind of happens lolololol)

Genre: 18+ smut, fluff, angst

Warnings: angst, suggestive, really suggestive actually, nudes, Jeonghan is reader’s #1 fan tbh, both wonwoo and reader are all over the place.

Synopsis: HYBE U one of the top highly prestigious universities in the country. A shithole, a total money making scam that liked to sucked the life out of its students. Not being able to meet the funds to pay for your tuition your best friend lets you in a little secret. A way he’s been keeping afloat for years now, easy money. The problem is you want in.

note: I think this is one of my favorite chapters I’ve written so far lmaoo. Also thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you and million times thank you. I never imagined the reception to this story to be so overwhelmingly positive. You all have idea how much that means to me. Anyway I hope you like this chapter. PLEASE lmk your thoughts. I love reading everyone’s reactions. And trust me I READ EVERYTHING so don’t be scared <3 Thank you and Enjoy.xx

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“No.”

“What?” You ask taken back, leaning against the backrest of the booth. “Why not? You’ve done it for me many times, let me repay the favor.” You cross your arms in front of you, scowling at him.

“It’s weird.” He shrugs, looking around the lonely diner. It was the right amount of retro without it seeming too cheesy. The wall of black and white pictures and the checkerboard floor tiles, though, made him dizzy if he stared at them for too long were his favorite. When the two of you were both freshmen, because your classes and schedule didn’t coincide. The two of you would meet up every Friday night, taking turns buying one another strawberry milkshakes.

He witnessed a lot of firsts in this particular booth. His first failing grade ever - you laughed at him telling him that he was insane for choosing to major in Anthropology if he couldn’t pass Anthro 101. He witnessed his first love and heartbreak. And the first time he saw you in a brighter light. Where his thoughts took him to a dimension in which the two of you were more than just friends. He ignored you for an entire month after that revelation. Convinced himself that his feelings for you were just a spur of the moment thing. His heart was broken, he was just caught up in the moment when you treated him to a post-celebratory heartbreak meal.

After that month, everything went back to normal. His tiny slip was just that - a slip up. And he was able to function properly again. Though, ever since that night or revelating month, he vowed to keep you and his romantic life separate. He appreciated your offer, but knowing how easy it was for you to offer your services to him, made such an unpleasant feeling form in the pit of his stomach.

He hated it, so he declined. If it wasn’t meant to be, it wasn’t. If it was meant to be, then it was. But he would do it all on his own.

“I already have it all planned out anyway.” He finally looks at you. It had taken him longer than usual to compose himself. “You’re a little too late.” He chuckles, trying to ease the tension in the air. You look taken back, maybe he had said something he wasn’t supposed to. Or maybe you truly wanted to help him out, after all it had been almost three years since your last relationship. Wonwoo knew that you reveled in experiencing romance through the eyes of someone else, too afraid to experience it on your own again, after last time.

A hopeless romantic scared to love, is what you were.

You huff, “That sucks, I seriously was seconds away from pulling up my first date pinterest board.” You laugh, uncrossing your arms, setting them on top of the table. The tension that had built around the two of you long gone and forgotten.

“By the way, where's our waiter? You promised to feed me and I refuse to eat without milking you dry.”

“You know that sounds a lot dirtier than usual.” He says, placing his hands on top of the table, weaving his fingers together. “If you wanted to go longer, you could’ve just said so.” He raises his eyebrows suggestively, cracking a teasing smile making you roll your eyes in annoyance. There he was again, Wonwoo and his dirty mind that never seemed to take a pause no matter the situation.

“Get your head out of the gutter. You hustled me out of my own money for years. I’m simply getting my revenge.” You smile smugly, flicking the paper boat in his direction. He dodges it, making you huff in annoyance. Maybe you’ve forgotten how crazy good his reflexes are. Product of growing up with you and your masochist ways.

“If you wanted a sugar daddy all you needed to do was tell me.”

“In your dreams Jeon Wonwoo.”

It felt good, walking out of the financial aid office without a care in the world. On Thursday morning - afternoon - because thanks to Wonwoo and your waiter for taking forever to bring you your food the night before. You had slept in missing your morning class and the first hour of your shift at the tutoring center. Thankfully you hadn’t used the doctor appointment excuse too many times to deem you terminally ill or something, but they had bought it and told you to just make up your hours on Friday afternoon.

Could’ve been classified as some sort of punishment to others, but to work on a Friday afternoon only meant five hours of free time, so you didn’t mind. Which is why you decided to stop by the financial aid office, before the mid-afternoon rush. Handed in your personalized strawberry design check, paying for this month's tuition payment and half of next months. Excited for the next payment notice to show up in your mailbox. Knowing you won’t have a problem in paying, a tiny flex you would only be showing off to yourself.

It felt so good, your worries disappeared and the only thing running through your mind was how to tell Minghao - your boss at the bookstore - that Saturday would be your last day. A bit unprofessional, but it wasn’t like you were getting many hours to begin with and it wasn’t like he was your biggest fan. If it weren’t for your constant emailing and care packages, he wouldn’t have hired you in the first place.

A win for the two of you, but you’d leave that worry for Saturday. Right now a celebratory matcha latte was calling your name, and an empty word document. Your paper for your Nature of Evil class wasn’t going to write itself. And you had put it off for two days now, despite it being due in a week. A head start never hurt anyone.

“Good day Princess?” You jump, clutching your bag up to your chest, alarmed. Was it obvious you were having a good day? Probably the best day you’ve had in years and if it was so obvious who the hell is trying to mess with your vibe?

Jeonghan that’s who. Streaks of his bleached blonde hair fell in front of his eyes, his painted smirk taunting you. “You could say that.” You shrug, quickening your steps in an attempt to get away from him. Rule number seven replaying through your head like a movie reel. Regardless of Wonwoo’s reassurance that Jeonghan was basically harmless. The most you had spoken to him was your coffee order, so how truly harmless could he be? You didn’t know him the way Wonwoo did.

You weren’t the one he was toying with in the bathroom of a frat party years ago.

“Saw you basically skipping out of the financial aid office, no one has ever done that. It's usually promises to commit arson or tears.” He counts on his hyper-mobile fingers and tries to keep up with you. Not that he struggled much, he and Wonwoo were tied in the freakishly long legs category of life. “So what made you so happy?” He asks, putting his arm around your shoulders, tugging you into his side.

You stumble and look up at him through hooded eyes. “I’m nowhere near an impossible amount of debt anymore so I’m celebrating.” You stop in front of the front steps of the campus cafe.

“Hmm, job pays you well then. Happy I could contribute.” He teases, removing his arm and walking up the steps, leaving you behind dumbfounded. Of course he knew the answer. He’s the only one apart from your best friend that knew about your secret side job. And Wonwoo did warn you about his relentless teasing, you guess this was just the start. Jeonghan opens the door, holding it open with his foot, extending his arm around to you. “Come on, whatever you want is on the house.”

“Wouldn’t you get fired? This is the second thing you give me on the house.” You trudge up the steps and walk past him. The smell of cold brew and stressed out college students hits your nose. It made you feel all warm inside. For someone that complained about HYBE, the shackles it had around you never faltered. You loved this place, it felt like a second home. After all most of your growing up was done under the Universities name. It was sucking you dry but it oddly held a special place in your heart.

Fuck, you were seriously messed up.

“Can’t be fired if I’m my own manager, plus I know Yoongi gives you and Wonwoo discounted coffee and his least favorite customers watered down coffee. Still the best employee I’ve ever had.” He takes hold of your arm, leading you further into the cafe, turning the heads of various students. A few glares sent your way, making you gasp in realization.

This place was always full to the brink. It’s employees were some of the best looking people on campus. You were more than positive that they used that fact to their advantage. No wonder Jeonghan wasn’t mourning the loss of a free drink, he’d be able to replace that loss in seconds. Unless, he gave out free drinks to everyone. In that case he was an idiot but you weren’t going to complain.

One less dent in your bank account.

“I don’t get in for another thirty minutes, so sit and I’ll run to the back real quick and make you anything you want.” He points to an empty two seater table, pulling your chair out for you. “What do you want?”

“Cold, Matcha latte with oat milk.” You whisper, a little stunned if you were being honest. A little overwhelmed. Jeonghan’s interest in you wasn’t evident until the first stream on that wretched website. So why was he so interested in you now? Was it to get insight on Wonwoo? How would you break the news that the boy in question was head over heels for his lab partner? Wait, was he interested in you?

“Great, five minutes tops, don’t go anywhere.” He sends a gentle smile in your direction, draping his apron on the back of the chair opposite to you and walks away.

What the fuck is happening?

“You’re cute when you’re laughing.” Jeonghan dots, his chin rests on top of his palm looking at you softly. Embarrassed you sputter, bringing down your delicious matcha latte. Thankfully you hadn’t taken another sip of it yet, because if you had you would have spit it out on the fake blonde in front of you.

Jeonghan was in the middle of telling you how his roommate Joshua accidentally bought a month's worth of rent of beads to make bracelets for his Etsy shop. Convinced that the seller had somehow scammed him and he didn’t notice because checking his bank statements was something he didn’t do often. Jeonghan had almost kicked him out when he saw the three large boxes in front of his door. Didn’t end up going through with it because although the shelf in the living designated for Joshua’s beads haunted him; the bright side was that Joshua’s Etsy shop was booming.

It made you laugh so hard, picturing your new friend’s face as he opened up the boxes only to be met with thousands of yellow smiley faces and colorful flowers. Prompting him to comment on your laugh. Thankfully your blushing ability was not noticeable because you were feeling extremely hot and a little bit flattered.

“Thank you.” You smile, bringing your cold palms up to your cheeks in an attempt to cool you down. This only makes Jeonghan more interested, his smile growing as he leans in closer.

“Don’t get a lot of compliments?” He tilts his head, blowing a stray strand of hair away from his face. His attempt fails because in seconds it was falling over his right eye once again. You shake your head. Apart from Wonwoo who only complimented you to tease you, no one had ever complimented you so sweetly before. Not even your last boyfriend who treated you like a mantelpiece rather than a person or his girlfriend.

“Bummer, you deserve to be showered in compliments.”

His flirtatious ways were getting a little too much for you. It made you question what his true intentions were. “What exactly do you want Jeonghan?” You raise a brow at him, fingering the straw of your drink. “Why talk to me now when you had thousands of chances before?”

Jeonghan sits up, shakes his head, chuckles and crosses his arms. “Wonwoo’s not here right now.” He states, runs a hand through his hair pushing it back. “It’s a free for all, I don’t have to fear for my life if I talk to you, cause he’s not here right now.” He places his hand on top of the table, tracing the circular ring of water your drink left behind.

Taken back you sit up, moving your drink to the side, resting your elbows in front of you. “What? I’m sure he could care less who talks and who doesn’t talk to me.” You brush him off, waving a hand in front of you. What kind of excuse was that?

A sound of disbelief escapes him and he leans forward again, copying your movements. “You can’t be that clueless Princess. Why do you think Yoongi discounts your coffee and waits for you to leave after he’s closed no matter how long it takes you sometimes?”

“Cause he’s nice, shit I don’t know.” You shrug, not following his train of thought. “That has nothing to do with Wonwoo and you talking to me now.” You roll your eyes, growing slightly more annoyed by the second. “And I’m not clueless.”

“I think you are. Yoongi’s never once made a move on you because of your best friend. The second Wonwoo learned about his little crush, he threatened to break his face.”

You scoff, shaking his head. “No, Wonwoo’s not like that?”

“Are you sure you know him as well as you think you do? When did you find out about his side job?”

That catches you off guard, because a part of what he was saying was true. After Wonwoo’s first real relationship, something about your friendship had shifted. That month where he left you questioning everything was hell. Things were good when he finally spoke to you again but not the same. He still kept you close but at the same time at a distance. He didn’t confide in you like he did before. Even this whole mess the two of you found yourselves in, was totally out of character. You wish you knew everything that went on in his mind, but you were sure he himself didn’t know what he was thinking either.

“Exactly.” Jeonghan chimes, taking you out of your confused spiral.

“Okay hypothetically, let’s say he did do that, what would be the point?”

“Princess, think a little please. It’s painfully obvious.” Jeonghan let’s out a groan. His hand threading through his blonde locks again. This time, clearly frustrated.

“I’m sorry, but I’m not following.”

“He’s painfully in love with you.” He says, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Like it was painted across everyone’s forehead and the back wall of the cafe. It makes you laugh because that’s the most ridiculous thing you have heard today and it puts a slight damper on your day.

You worked all night, pushing aside the feelings you felt for your best friend last night after the stream. The last thing you needed was for them to resurface.

“Impossible.” You take a sip from your drink. “Wonwoo did warn me about your teasing, I should’ve prepared myself for this.” You place your drink down, sighing as there wasn’t much left, and he had brought you the largest size they carried.

“It’s not a joke. It’s true.” He whines. His mouth formed into a pout. “Why is that so hard to believe? I think it’s rather normal for friends to eventually somehow find themselves in love with ea-”

“Jeonghan.” You cut him off. The sternness of your voice catches him off guard and he’s left with his mouth wide open, the words dying against his tongue. “Drop the subject, he’s in love with someone else.” You say, trying your best to mask the sadness in your voice and the lump forming in the back of your throat. You cried for thirty minutes last night after he walked you to your door.

Thirty minutes was all you allowed yourself to cry to get it all out of your system. It worked but now you weren’t so sure.

“Sorry.” The blonde looks down, mumbling something underneath his breath. Your heart feels for him. After all you can only assume that his intentions were pure and he thought he was doing you and Wonwoo a favor. At least, he knew now the truth and could erase that twisted fantasy from his head.

“It’s okay.”

There was a moment of silence that blankets both you and Jeonghan. Neither of you are sure if you should speak after an awkward encounter. Neither of you know where to start or if you should just get up and leave. Jeonghan only had about five more minutes before he had to officially clock in.

It takes a few more seconds, you counted them exactly to beat of the pop song that was playing through the cafe speakers before you open your mouth to speak. Jeonghan beats you to it though. Always a man that had to get his firsts in, unless he wanted to explode. That much you had figured out.

“Give me your number, always wanted to ask but never got the chance.” He fishes out his phone from his pocket, unlocks it, taps on the phonebook icon and slides it over to you. “Plus I have a few ideas and pointers you can use for next time.” He smirks looking at you smugly.

“Maybe I’ll listen to them.” You pick up his phone, type in your number before handing it back to him. “Don’t expect a percentage of our shares though, I’ve already invested too much math into this and the last thing I want is to do math again.” You joke, taking the last sip of your latte before handing him the empty cup as well.

“Wasn’t planning on it, A shout out would be nice though or a nude dedicated to me.” He says, busying himself, saving your contact and sending you a text. Your phone lights up next to you making you smile. Quickly you unlock it and save his number.

“Works calling but I’ll text you tonight.” He stands up tucking in his chair, taking your empty cup with him. “Oh, hi Wonwoo.” Jeonghan says, surprised, swallowing thickly. Hopefully he hadn’t heard him asking for a nude. He’d like to keep his beautiful face intact.

“Clocking in?” Wonwoo cocks an eyebrow, adjusting the strap of his book bag. Jeonghan nods, takes a look at the clock and side steps him fast. The promise for a discount on his drink falls short as he starts disappearing through the lunch rush crowd.

You giggle, finally taking out your laptop and placing it on top of the table. Wonwoo scoffs, retrieving his life threatening glare and shakes his head mumbling something underneath his breath before taking a seat in Jeonghan's seat.

“You’re out early, I thought your lab didn’t finish until like four.” You open up your laptop, swipe your fingers across the mousepad waiting for it to wake.

“What’s going on with you and Jeonghan?” He says bitterly. It throws you off. Jeonghan’s previous comments seeping through your mind. Creeping like haunting thoughts. But again it was impossible, Wonwoo didn’t see you that way. He never had.

“Nothing, just friends.”

Typing in the last period of a lengthy essay was one of the most satisfying things ever. It signified an ending and all your hard work. What was better was the sigh of relief you let out after typing in that period. Like the entire time you were researching, writing, citing turning over sentences until they sounded perfect in your head, you were holding your breath. You didn’t have much experience with love, hell you have never come close to feeling actual love. But the feeling you would get after that last period. After you scrolled up and watched all your hard work, everything that came from your brain zooming across your eyes, felt a lot like love.

Or maybe it was pride? That you alone were the one able to pull out these sentences, paragraphs from your brain so uniquely that it screamed you.

Though, that didn’t mean you loved writing. The actual act was hell. You spent more time erasing sentences and paragraphs without hesitating, grounding you back to square one and an empty word document. But once you started, no one could get you to stop. It’s like the words flowed out of you like a never ending stream, until you reached that final period. Until that sweet sigh of relief and that swell of pride formed in the middle of your chest. That’s solely the reason why you kept writing, the only motivation apart from the fact that you knew you were confident with words. It was something Wonwoo envied.

He didn’t have anything in his life that he felt like he could show off. He didn’t have anything in his life that motivated him and kept him going. He didn’t have any of that. Sure he loved Anthropology. He loved that between the two of you the only one that really understood it’s complexity was him, but even then that didn’t satisfy his greedy hunger. That was until he went live with you.

Honestly, Wonwoo couldn’t really explain it. He was more than positive his heart belonged somewhere else. But he had never once looked forward to having sex with someone before or in this case fool around with someone before. He liked the act, thought it was cool, but the amount of times he was left with blue balls and having to rub one out himself was embarrassingly high.

Often times instead of engaging in sex, he prefered to get himself off. He already knew what he liked and didn’t like. He didn’t have to stop someone from blowing him because they weren’t using the right amount of teeth to get him off. He was free to do what he wanted, free to explore himself safely and without judgement. Which is why he started streaming. The added bonus of being watched with the possibility of people touching themselves to the way his body moved and reacted. To the dirty words that came spewing out of his mouth, made it all worth it. It’s what kept him going. He reveled in that feeling and loved it so much he never wanted it to stop.

But now he did. You had only joined him for two shows and he couldn’t get you out of his head. It was like you had pitched a tent in the middle of his brain and refused to move. He found himself thinking of you in positions he only read about in the Kama Sutra book he kept hidden underneath his bed. Book marking positions he wanted to try out with you and only you. Everything was so confusing because he was so convinced that he didn’t feel anything for you. He made sure of that. So why was he feeling slightly jealous that he found you and Jeonghan talking?

It only got worse with his promise to text you later.

That had been nearly two hours ago. You were off in your own little world, probably getting a head start on that essay you had been complaining about all week. While he couldn’t even open his portal to look at all the assignments he likely had due tonight. His fingers wouldn’t budge. Not that he needed to do much; it was a simple click away, sitting prettily, decorating his bookmarks bar. But he was so dazed, frozen and distracted, more so confused that he couldn’t function properly.

So he decided to do the only thing he knew how to do without fail. Bother you.

“I have a date on Saturday.” He clears his throat, covering his mouth with his fist. It was true. Since his lab class was let out early due to a mistake in the lab printouts. He decided to pick up his balls from the floor and finally ask Maya out. She looked so cute. Her cheeks were red like apples as he stumbled through his words, nervously.

He’ll admit it. Not his smoothest interaction with her. Actually, none of the interactions he had with her were his smoothest, but he did it. His heart almost escaped his chest throughout the entire fiasco and he swore it stopped when she agreed.

Your fingers came to a halt when you finally took in his words. A part of you wanted to stand up and yell an I told you so in Jeonghan’s direction. If it wasn't for his budding in, you wouldn’t be feeling the slight break of your heart.

Okay, fuck, maybe you did have feelings for Wonwoo, but what did it matter?

The two of you could never be. It has been proven in more ways than one. At this point the only thing that actually worked between the two of you was friendship and the cam show. Though, now it was presenting a problem. If Wonwoo gets a girlfriend, where did that leave you? Where did that leave the show? How would you survive the remainder semester of your graduate school career knowing you were inevitably going to be left in a debt you’d spend the rest of your life paying?

This was so fucked, but whatever you would survive.

You always did.

“That’s great.” You say, voice higher than usual in an attempt to hide your bitter tone. He doesn’t question it, nor seems to notice your slight change, So you continue. “Where are you taking her?” You close your laptop and set it to the side. You couldn’t give yourself away. You already felt like you were on a thin line regarding your friendship. It would only end up getting worse if you showed no interest. And you were not even in the slightest.

“I haven’t thought about it that far. Was hoping you’d help me or something.” He shrugs, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

God, you wanted to smack them off his face.

“Thought you said that it would be weird.” You tease, wiggling your eyebrows at him.

He scoffs, “No that was when you tried to help me ask her out, I already did that part. Now I just need help on the actual date part.” He leans forward, resting his elbows on top of his laptop.

“I don’t think I can help you though.” You sigh, “I don’t know her like you do so I won’t be able to tell you where to take her.” You state, tugging on your earlobe, playing with the astronaut shaped stud you insisted on wearing that morning.

“Well what do you like?” He asks, unbothered, unaware that it’s literally tearing you apart inside. Sure, he didn’t know your feelings. In a way you yourself didn’t know the magnitude of your feelings. Deeming them as insignificant, convinced they will go away in a few days. But right now wasn’t that day and you were dying a little inside with everything that came out of his mouth.

“Why do you want to know? You aren’t taking me on a date.”

He shrugs, takes a sip from his water. Earlier he had gone and asked Jeonghan for some water. You couldn’t but laugh at how annoyed he looked when he realized Wonwoo wasn’t there to buy anything, just some free water. “Girls aren’t that complicated. You all like the same thing more or less.” He sets down his cup and leans back in his chair. “So out with it. What do you like?”

Oh how wrong he was. But what did you expect? Wonwoo belonged to a male species. He still had a one track mind and was completely clueless. He was definitely better than any of the ones you had the unfortunate privilege of knowing. Thought a little more and was a little more careful. But he was a man and still the same. You didn’t have enough energy in you to correct him on how wrong he was, so you ignored it.

“No cliche first dates like dinner or the movies, especially not the movies. They always strategically buy the expensive popcorn, pretending to care for a handsy in the back row. Not a fan.” You take a deep breath. Wonwoo bites his bottom lip to keep himself from laughing. He knew you were right. He had tried that trick more than once, always ended up with the most unpleasant orgasm and a perfectly good bowl of popcorn covered in cum. Needless to say he wasn’t a fan of it either.

He wasn’t sixteen anymore.

“I like effort, when they take me to places I’ve raved about but don’t tell me they’re taking me there, because it shows me that they actually care and paid attention. That they’re actually interested in me and aren’t just trying to impress me because they want to have sex with me.” You finish knowing you’ve probably shared too much or nothing at all. But if you could save someone from an unpleasant date, even if that meant giving up. You’d do it in a heartbeat.

Everyone deserves to feel loved.

“Do you have a favorite date?” He says, his voice faltering a bit. Unknowingly nervous of what your answer might be. He ignores the way his stomach twists, ignores the nausea. He’s conducting research. Research was his main priority right now. He was determined to give Maya the most amazing date ever.

You shake your head and open up your laptop. A distraction is what you needed, even if it meant staring at your empty word document. You had made little dent in your essay, erasing the same sentence over and over again because Wonwoo was being too distracting.

“Never, no one has cared enough to make an effort.” This time you do sound bitter and you make sure you make it known. But there’s something else, lingering in the back of your throat. Something only Wonwoo seems to catch and he feels his heart fall a little. You sounded so heartbroken, so defeated. For a second Wonwoo regrets he’s even asked, but at the same time he’s happy he did.

This was something you had never shared with him. And that’s undeniably his fault. He made you feel like he didn’t care to know, brushed off all your angry rants about your unpleasant dates. Didn’t take notice when the foundation of every relationship you had ever been in started to crack, until it was too late. Until you were crying in his arms and he was fuming.

It finally became clear to him. He didn’t know you the way he thought he did. He should’ve known the second you asked him to join him on his cam show the first time. There were endless layers to you and you only kept adding more as you got older.

He felt stupid and worth less because after a lifetime he had only tried to uncover three.

It took a brief bathroom break, a matcha latte and a blueberry muffin to recover from the awkward air that was left between you and Wonwoo. Jeonghan could tell something was wrong when you insisted he charge you full price on at least the muffin. The sternness of your voice left him frozen in his spot, but he didn’t question it even further.

Instead a wrote a warm message on the side of your cup;

Keep your head up, Princess. The world deserves to see your beautiful face.xJ

It made you laugh more than anything as you walked back to your seat, but it was enough to make you feel a lot better. You blow the blonde a kiss, thanking him. He laughs, shooting finger guns in his direction, earning a groan of annoyance from Yoongi. You blow him a kiss too, leaving him stunned, blushing.

You laugh even harder and pull out your chair.

“What’s so funny?” Wonwoo pipes up, his eyes shining bright instead of the dullness they sported when you left for the bathroom.

“Yoongi’s cute, I’ve never seen him blush.” You shrug and sit down, breaking a huge piece of the blueberry muffin and stuffing it into your mouth. The delicious treat, eliciting a satisfied moan from you. Wonwoo shifts in his seat, swallowing thickly.

How the fuck was he so sexually frustrated? Anything set him off. Right now he wishes you were licking his fingers instead of your own. “I wonder if he watches the show. Actually maybe I can get Jeonghan to convince him to watch next week.” You shrug, licking your lips, humming. Satisfied.

This had to be some new kind of torture. Also what the fuck were you talking about? Why do you want Yoongi to watch you get off with him next to you? What would you gain from that? What would Yoongi gain from that? What would he gain from that?

Nothing he concludes, but he chooses to ignore it. Deciding that he didn’t want to know whatever your answer to his questions were. After all, right now there were more pressing matters at hand.

“Ideas for Wednesday’s stream?” He walks his fingers to the plate where your blueberry muffin was. He was slightly bitter that you hadn’t bought one for him or offered to share one.

You look up, shocked, smacking his hand away, tiny bits of muffin coating your lips. He wants to kiss you, like he did last night. Your lips have always looked so inviting and last night he finally caved into his dark desires. He wants to go back and feel them against him again, but that was all for show. It didn’t mean anything and he was insanely sexually frustrated. He blames himself for faking abstinence for an entire year. He’s desperate to get fucked or fuck. He doesn’t care in what order or who with at this point. Especially if it gets him to stop thinking about you in ways he shouldn’t be.

“You still want to do that?” You ask, obviously confused. As far as you knew, you were insanely convinced that after Saturday. Wonwoo would be playing perfect boyfriend and back to solo streaming if anything. Did he still expect you to join him, while dating something? Was Maya into that sort of stuff?

He nods, “Why wouldn’t we be? It’s our job, we’re partners.” He concludes, nodding his head confidently. Almost as if he was reassuring himself rather than you.

Could this day get any less confusing? Or were things just getting started? By the looks of it, it’s definitely the latter.

“Maya? I’m anything but a homewrecker Wonwoo. I don’t want to get in between the two of you. I think it’s best if you just stream solo from now on. We can move your gaming system on Sunday down to your place again.”

Wonwoo scoffs in disbelief. Surely his ears were deceiving him. Those words didn’t come out of your mouth and he refuses to move his gaming system again. It was hell the first time. It wouldn’t be any better the second time. And he liked streaming with you. He liked seeing you come undone next to him. He liked kissing you.

“We’re only going on a date. Doesn’t mean I’m automatically her boyfriend. Nothing is guaranteed yet.”

“I don’t know Woo, it’s pretty hard not to fall for you.” Your eyes grow wide as soon as the words leave your mouth. “I mean I think Hannie over there is still hung up on you.” You back track, avoiding his gaze and taking another bite of your muffin. Acknowledging that that excuse wouldn’t have worked if Wonwoo hadn’t witnessed you and Jeonghan talking two hours ago.

You thank your lucky stars and promise to never slip up again. The second time you wouldn’t be so lucky.

“Fine, then let’s just plan something just in case nothing comes out of the date.”

“Okay what are you thinking?” You knew you shouldn’t have agreed. This was most definitely not like you. But ever since this whole thing started you kept on surprising yourself.

“Vibrators.”

Jeonghan keeps his promise to text you that night. You miss it, though, speed running through the rough draft of your essay. Now that you couldn’t get shit done in Wonwoo’s presence earlier. Once you hit the sixth page and the minimum word count you stop, unsure that anything you had written made any sense, thankfully you had an entire week to perfect it.

So you answer him an hour later. Apologizing profusely, emphasizing that you weren’t ignoring him. Just like in typical Jeonghan fashion - note, you’ve only been friends with him for five hours - he sends a laughing emoji, followed by an eggplant, the smiley face where one eye is bigger than the other and is sticking its tongue out and asks you to facetime. As expected.

Typical Jeonghan fashion.

“So what are you wearing now?” He asks cheekily, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. He wasn’t serious, that much you knew. If not, he wouldn’t have waited two hours into the call, wouldn’t have asked about your day or what happened with Wonwoo earlier, to ask you. Not to mention he’s head over heels for his roommate's boyfriend. A messier situation than yours, and for once since the day started you’re actually, truly celebrating.

As fucked up as that sounded, you weren’t alone. He assured you of that.

“Um, a shirt and sweats?” You shrug, wiggling your toes off screen, sinking deeper into your bed. “Not the sexiest attire but if it gets you going, be my guest.” You joke bringing your duvet up to your neck. Setting your phone down against a pillow upright. Your arm was tired, you had been holding it up for nearly two hours as both of you shared the tragedy, called your love live’s.

“Okay but what are you wearing underneath smart one?” He rolls his eyes, stuffs his face with microwavable noodles, signaling with his hand for you to continue.

“Oh, um nothing.”

“Good, that’s precisely what I needed to hear.” He grunts, pushing his cup to the side, leaning forward. He taps his used chopsticks against the wooden table and eyes you closely. “Will you do as I say?” His voice is so low, it sends a shudder up your spine, making you panic.

Okay, so maybe you might’ve read everything wrong. This was the last thing you were expecting tonight. Literally, you had cried to him and now your face was all bloated, eyes puffy. The least sexiest you have ever been in your opinion. But also your curiosity gets the best of you so you sit up.

“Depends what do you want me to do?” You move over to the edge of your bed, taking your phone with you.

“Do you want to make Wonwoo jealous?” He asks, raising his brows, tilting his head as he tries to figure out what you’re doing. But when he sees you set your phone down on your dresser, giving him a full few of your body, your fingers playing with the hem of your shirt, lifting it up enough for him to see a sliver of skin. He knows you didn’t hear his question.

He covers his phone.

“Stop, don’t get naked. That’s not what I want or what I’m asking of you. Relax princess.” He says in a rush, panic laced in the back of his throat as he tries to compose himself. “I’ll ask again, do you want to make Wonwoo jealous or not?” He emphasizes each word, chewing on the edge of his chopstick.

You scoff to hide your disastrous embarrassment, but also a little relieved that Jeonghan didn’t have alternate ideas. “He never gets jealous. I’ve seen people try and he just brushes it off like it’s a weekend sale at Macy’s”

“I feel like that analogy doesn’t really work but whatever. Just listen to what I say. I’m an expert at making people jealous.” He proudly states and stands up, leaving his phone behind. He takes his cup of ramen and chopsticks, opens the door to where he apparently kept his garbage can and throws it away.

You didn’t want to say this. At least not out loud, but damn that coffee shop was paying him well. From the little that you have seen so far. His place was clearly luxurious and probably overpriced. “Is that what you tell yourself when you try to make Seungcheol jealous but it fails.”

“Nah, it works. There’s a reason I started watching Wonwoo’s streams. Got both him and Joshua to watch and now the sexual tension is through the roof. I give it a week until we are all fucking each other. Probably sooner if you take my advice.” He comes back with a glass of water and sits down.

“So this isn’t really about me making Wonwoo jealous, this is about you getting your dick wet?” You conclude and lay down on the bed again. This time on your stomach, kicking your legs up behind you. “What do I need to do?”

“Have you ever taken a nude before?”

“I don’t think this is going to work?” You scroll through your phone, your hair wet from your impromptu photo shoot in the shower. Facetime now open on your laptop. Jeonghan and his cheeky knowing smile staring back at you. “Like how exactly will this make someone jealous? It’s just me in the shower with a wet white t-shirt. I mean you can kinda see my nipples but how’s this going to work?”

You pout, Jeonghan had instructed you through the whole thing, while he prepared and ate himself a new cup of ramen. Totally unbothered, determined to keep your focus on your best angles. He will be the first one to admit that you had a lot. But to you none of them screamed ‘sex’ if anything they scream ‘wet dog.’ And it made you slightly disappointed. All your hard work for nothing.

“It’s the principle of the thing. You aren’t completely naked, but you are wet, covered in soap and showing enough to get people worked up. Essentially you’re teasing everyone, prompting them to use their imagination until the next time they see you naked.” He takes a sip of water. He’s refilled it three times already and sets the glass down. “Trust me it will work.”

You laugh, “What are you Profesor of Nude Taking Studies?” You shake your head, bringing your knees up to your chest. “Which one do I put up, and is this even allowed?” You set your phone down, circling your knee. You didn’t bother putting on pants anymore, just a t-shirt after your photoshoot slash shower. After all he witnessed it all, with the straightest face and had talked to you like you weren’t naked. Or in your shower.

“This one.” He turns his phone around, showing you his screen. Wet, your shirt completely see-through, nipples hard because he insisted it had to be cold ass water, your lips parted, a stream of water running past them. Shit, maybe you did look hot.

“Okay, and then what? Do I just tag you?”

“Mhm, a win for both of us.”

The second you uploaded the picture on the website, tagging Jeonghan’s handle. The alerts were endless. The likes on the picture, comments and now tips only kept going up and it had only been fifteen minutes.

Yet, nothing from Wonwoo.

“This isn’t working.” You mumble. By now you were pacing back and forth. Jeonghan was more than satisfied that both Joshua and Seungcheol had texted him already, asking him what the fuck he had pulled to get a picture from you dedicated to him. He was having a field day. Thanked you and promised an endless amount of free drinks.

You weren’t having such luck.

It was still silent from Wonwoo’s end and it was driving you insane. Maybe he was asleep or stuck playing one of his games? Though the last one was not an option because his gaming system was in the room next to yours. So he was sleeping. You were telling yourself that to keep yourself from having a full on mental breakdown with Jeonghan on facetime.

“Relax, I give it one more minute before he says something.”

“It’s been almost twenty minutes. He has his notifications on. If he cared he would have messaged me already.” You reason, flopping down on your bed again, face down, letting out a groan.

Then your text tone goes off. The way you scramble to sit up and grab your phone has Jeonghan doubled over in laughter. Your hands shake as your thumb hovers over Wonwoo's text notification. You almost throw your phone away, terrified at his reaction but there was a reason you couldn’t watch suspense movies. You weren’t patient and always end up googling the ending to save yourself from the shock.

So you open it and your heart sinks as you read his words.

Next time let me know when you’re posting something like that, my phone hasn’t stopped blowing up. It's annoying.

You sigh in defeat, the next text that comes in doesn’t make you feel any better and you want to cry.

I’ll let it slide, but take it down. It goes against rule #7.

“This is the first and last time I listen to you Yoon Jeonghan.”

“Show me what he said?” He leans into his screen, his chin resting nicely against his palm. You groan, standing up and walk over to your desk. Slumping down in your desk chair and show him your phone screen.

He laughs, clapping his hands and patting himself on the back. “Princess it clearly worked he wouldn’t have asked you to take it down if he wasn’t jealous. Plus, the tips keep coming in.” He leans back on his chair. “Wait until tomorrow to take it down. You’ll have him wrapped around your finger in no time.”

Wonwoo hasn’t talked to you since Thursday night, not even when you took the nude down Friday afternoon. Now it’s Saturday and you’re more than positive he won’t speak to you today either. He’s got his stupid date, and you have work.

Maybe you should’ve planned this one out a bit better. The entire bus ride, which was only fifteen minutes, to the book store you were freaking out. Toying with the idea of quitting and not quitting. You were more annoyed than usual the minute you walked in, the little bell hung at the entrance signaling your arrival.

Instead of greeting you with his usual backhanded compliment, Minghao lets you pass him without another word. He could clearly tell something was wrong and despite him not being your biggest fan (You said you hated Shakespeare, when he asked you about your least favorite author during your job interview and he simply could not let that kind of blasphemy in his dainty shop) he let you go.

Pocketing the comment he had planned upon your arrival for another day. His pull back didn’t help easing you up. Every frustrated sigh that left your lips was driving him up the wall. He could barely focus on alphabetizing the sci-fi section after some nasty middle schoolers came in Friday night messing it up. He would get to the letter ‘M’ and then have to start over once again.

Minghao was annoyed and he had had enough.

“I’ve literally listened to you sigh at least fifty times in the two hours you’ve been here, can you stop?” He blurts out dropping the book he was holding onto the cart, recollecting from the letter ‘A’ again.

“Sorry, I’m stressed and I want someone to remove my brain.” You grumble, turning the page on the graphic novel you had picked out. Saturday’s were slow, so all you had to do was sit at the cash register until someone walked in. Or occasionally help stock up the shelves, but with the way you were acting today. Minghao preferred you to sit at the register. The last thing he needed was for you to knock over a shelf in anger.

“Actually, do you know any neurosurgeons? Possibly someone free enough, that can remove my brain by tonight.” You place your hand on top of your chin, batting your eyelashes at him. He rolls his eyes and places three books on the shelf. Resting a pensive hand against his chin before pushing his fake glasses up his nose, humming in approval.

He turns to face you. “I’m no expert but I don’t think that’s how neurosurgery works. Actually, no, I’m pretty sure that you’d die if your brain gets removed.” He grabs the handle of the cart and pushes it to the front of the store again.

“Nah, I watched one episode of the Walking Dead, I’ll just be a zombie.” You shrug, “I’d rather be a zombie, I hate thinking.” You sigh, dropping your arms and burying your head in your elbows.

“Well what’s on your mind?” He shifts nonchalantly, looking around the store and spots a stool by the window benches. Quickly he makes his way and drags it over. Sets it in front of the counter and sits down, lightly flicking the back of your head making you groan in annoyance.

This came to a surprise to you, but you weren’t annoyed with him for once. Just yourself, Wonwoo and the mess you found yourself in.

You lift your head and cross your arms in front of you. Minghao may go to the end of the Earth to make your life a living hell every time you stepped in and clocked in for a few miserable hours at your favorite place, but he did give awesome advice. You had witnessed it once when he kindly sat with a girl he found crying over her crush in one of the bean bags in the back of the store. It was sweet and it made you dislike him a little less.

“Well, I’m confused. I got involved in something I shouldn’t have before I knew something really important. And now I know I should back off because it’s the right thing to do but, I don’t know.” You take a deep breath, fidgeting with your hands. Minghao leaned forward and lifted his finger and flicking your forehead, you pout. “You’re supposed to help me, not abuse me.”

He rolls his eyes and sits back, “Can you be a bit more specific? I mean I can tell you what to do, but something tells me that it’s not as easy as you made it out to be, right?”

You nod and run your hands over your face. You had two options, come clean, tell Minghao and confess to your sins. Which you weren’t sure how he’d react. He’s always so uptight he’d probably fire you on the spot. Or keep it as vague as possible and let him give you advice so vague you could’ve told yourself.

Coming clean wins by a long shot.

“Ugh, okay, Wonwoo is a camboy, I joined him two weeks ago. After the last stream we had together we went out to eat and told me he was basically in love with his lab partner. He still wants me to join his streams but they’re on a date right now an-”

“And you want to back out.”

“Yes but there’s also the added factor that-”

“You’re in love with him.”

You slam your hands down on top of the counter, standing up, “Stop cutting me off, this is my story wait till’ I finish. Fuck.” You sigh and sit down, an amused smile etched across his face. “Yes I’m in love with him and it fucking sucks. So I need someone to remove my brain for me.”

“Removing your brain won’t solve anything, but it’s okay for you to feel the way you are. Did you know you were in love with him when you started?” He picks up the complimentary bookmarks in the cupholder next to the cash register and starts laying them out in front of you.

“No, I mean at least I don’t think I knew. This is all new to me and seeing Wonwoo literally in a much more intimate setting than I’m used to and kissing him, doesn’t help either.” You confess, watching as he starts organizing them, even though you had already done it three times.

“Okay so maybe you’re not in love with him and just sexually attracted to him now. You got a taste of forbidden fruit and now you want more.” He pushes his glasses up and stacks the bookmarks on top of one another before looking up at you, “What do you think?”

“If I knew I wouldn’t have asked you.”

“No you do know, even though you're a Shakespeare anti, you’re still one of the smartest people I know. So what do you think?”

“I think I don’t want to stop streaming because it’s good money and it’s not something I plan on doing forever. But I also don’t want to do it alone.” You shrug, resting your chin on top of your fist, brows furrowed together watching as Minghao puts the bookmarks back and knots his fingers together.

“And?”

“And I’m in love with him.” You sigh, blinking fast to keep your tears away. Crying over boys was something you didn’t do, especially if that said boy was Wonwoo, your best friend.

The magnitude of your realization only lasts for two seconds when a familiar voice startles you and Minghao. You jump, and stand up, noting that the bell didn’t ring notifying their arrival. Mortified, you turn to face the boy in question and his date. The perfect couple, they’re literally meant for one another, how could you possibly compete with that? His hand fit so perfectly intertwined with hers. She stands close to him with a fading smile, looking between you Wonwoo, and Minghao, confused.

This had to be some kind of nightmare. This shit only happens in dreams not in real life. So why was this happening to you? And today out of all days?

“Who?” Wonwoo says through gritted teeth, and takes tentative steps forward. He feels heavy, like the whole world was slowly falling over his shoulders and he couldn’t do anything to stop it. What were the chances that he were to walk in, in the middle of your shift, confessing your undying love for someone he had no knowledge of.

Should he even consider himself your best friend anymore? Because it seems like every day that passes by he finds out something new about you that leaves him with a nasty feeling in the pit of his stomach. This only made it worse, because as selfish as it sounds. As much as it pained it. He should’ve been the first one to know.

“Who are you in love with?”

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