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shall we dance? | l.jy
pairing: hiphop dancer! lee juyeon x ballerina! fem reader
warnings: 18+ content, swearing, mentions of alcohol and falling asleep after getting too drunk lmaoÂ
genre: rivals(ish) to lovers, fluff, angst if you squint, smut: fingering, breast worship (idk what itâs actually called, he just kinda spends his time on that area hnagdja), cowgirl, praise
wc: 9,381
Lee Juyeon was never someone you considered as a teammate. Sure, you were in the same dance team, but your minds and personalities were worlds apart from each other. He was stubborn and childish, while you strived for perfection; it was a match made in hell. So imagine your reaction when your dance instructor appoints the two of you to work together at the schoolâs annual dance fesitval! Will the two of you survive?
a/n; hi again! Iâm back with my first ever fic for the boyz! i had to write abt my bae juyeon omg fhkdufhusgf. itâs just in time for juyeon month too! anyways, enjoy!
God was testing you, that was for certain.
âDo either of you have any questions?â Your dance instructor gazed at you with doe eyes, genuine curiosity plaguing her features. You, meanwhile, were fighting every urge to scoff right in her face. As a matter of fact, you did have just one question.Â
What the hell was going on?
âWeâll be fine, Mrs. Kim. We wonât let you down!!â A second voice peaked through your ears. A voice that irked you beyond belief. That voice in question? None other than the personified headache on two legsâLee Juyeon. The man youâd be trapped with for the next week, choreographing a dance in a genre you knew nothing about. Hesitance lining your frame, you nod to your instructor before she concludes the meeting and escapes the dance practice room. On the outside, you appeared calm and collected, hardly disheveled by the current news. Inside, however? You were screaming and panicking.Â
To fully relish in the horror of the situation, you have to understand how much of a nuisance Lee Juyeon really was. The two of you could not have been further from each other. You see, Juyeon was not one to care for perfectionâto say he was tardy would be an understatement. The hip hop major would show up to team practices on his own terms, which usually meant about 20 minutes past the actual start time, complete with an iced coffee from the convenience store down the street. He would never fail to spend the rest of your joint practice time fooling around with his little goons, cracking jokes that deserved an eye rollâif not more. You, on the other hand, wanted nothing more than perfection. You worked your ass off for a seamless, perfect performance every time, and Juyeon would do nothing but taint that.Â
You and Lee Juyeon. A ballerina and a hip hop dancer. There was no doubt you two were worlds apart. So, how the hell were you two supposed to work together?
A groan spilt from your lips as you pivoted, turning away from your so-called dance partner. This was all just some sick, torturous dream. None of this was real. Soon, youâd wake up in your comfy bed; in a reality that didnât involve this duet of nightmares.Â
ây/n! Wait up!â His voice peaked in your ears againânails to a chalkboard. âWhere are you going?â
âWhere do you think? Iâm going home!â You spat, pivoting back to face him. âDo you really believe weâre gonna be able to work together? Weâre complete opposites, Juyeon. Knowing us, thereâs no way weâd be able to co-operate. And donât even get me started on that insane deadline! How are we supposed to get anything done in 5 days?âÂ
Juyeon inches closer to your figure, his hand clinging onto the nape of his neck. âLook, Iâm not too stoked for this, either, but it wouldnât hurt to try and work together.â
You choke, expecting anything but that response. Since when was Juyeon so willing to cooperate? âAre you serious?â
Juyeon nipped at his lips, pausing. His eyes bore through youâthere wasnât a joke in sight. âAlmost everyone in our team gets alongâexcept us. Itâll improve our overall teamwork.â
You gulp. Juyeonâs caught you tongue tied. Were you even listening to the same man you knew 5 minutes ago? You look up at the dancer, finally granting him the light of day. His eyes, however, were already on you, practically piercing through your skin.Â
âI promise, y/n, I wonât let you down.â
His words; they were weird. Heâs said that exact phrase alreadyâto your dance instructor after she bore the two of you the bad news. Nevertheless, this time felt different. They felt more genuine. Could you really trust him?
You gulp once more. âFine.â
As you sat on the bus ride home that night, you gaze at your phone. Your digital calendar was littered with timestamps and reminders; the chaotic schedule you and Lee Juyeon had planned for this god forsaken performance. It was funny, the conception of this small schedule was already enough to spark an argument between the two of you, with him deeming it to be completely useless. May it be the first argument of many. Â
Your chest, meanwhile, began to tighten at the thought of him. Today alone, it was as if heâd changed over night, flipping on his head like an airplane in turbulence. In the three years youâve known him, youâve never seen him so considerate, so thoughtful. It made you queasy, sick to the stomach.Â
Would you even be able to survive?
Juyeonâs car was stuck in the parking lot.Â
It wasnât because of poor weather conditions or a case of bad traffic, however. On the outside, everything was fine. Completely normal. And yet, Lee Juyeon couldnât be bothered to set his car in reverse and drive out of his cramped parking spot. The reason?
Lee Juyeon was stuck on the thought of you.Â
He wasnât really sure why, if he was being completely honest. In his mind, you were worlds apartâaside from dance, there was absolutely nothing tethering you two together. The y/n he was familiar with was the definition of uptight and cranky, rarely uttering a word to the people she was supposed to regard as teammates, apart from maybe one person. It was as if the concept of âfunâ or ârelaxationâ were unavailable in your robot itinerary. Your only hobbies consisted of endless practiceâhell, you practically lived in the studioâand scowling at Juyeon every time he called you by his nickname.Â
It was weird. Despite all of thatâyour reputation and bitter attitudeâJuyeon found a burning sensation creeping in his chest every time he thought about you. Every time he walked by the studio well after practice was finished for the day, only to see the cheap lights still flickered on, with your figure still on the dance floor; it was as if motivation burned through his chest. When it came to you, Lee Juyeon didnât feel the urge to slack off, to skip practice for the day.Â
He didnât want to let you down.Â
Juyeon cleared his throat, adjusting himself in the driver's seat. Motivation. Yeah, thatâs it. Thatâs all it was. It explained the sudden urge to even go through with this performance in the first place. It explained the burning sensations in his chest. Pushing his car shift forward, Juyeon backs his car out of the parking spot heâd been loitering at for what felt like an eternity. The lights of his dashboard blinded him, sending his sorry ass back to reality. A reality where he wasnât constantly thinking of you. The stone cold princess from another world.Â
First practice and Juyeon was already driving you insane.Â
The ivory stained fabric crashed onto the ground, but your fingers were too limp to give a damn.Â
âYou want my number?â You quizzed over your shoulder, too lazy to properly face the boy lacing up his shoes. âWhat for?âÂ
âI dunno, so we can, like, plan stuff or something?â Juyeon suggested, too busy admiring his own features to spare you a glance. You watched as he lifted a hand to gently stroke his jaw, a self asserting smirk lining his lips before finally giving you the light of day. âShouldnât we be, like, talking more for this thing?âÂ
Lacing up your hair away from your face, you shot eagle eyes at your reflection. You wanted to ignore Juyeonâs words, how they were beginning to convince you. And yet, for some reason, you were struggling to do just that. Without hesitation, you curl your body into your first stretching warm up of the day. Never in your life did you think Lee Juyeon wasnât right. He never was.
âI didnât know you were so keen on communicationâ You huff, rolling your eyes. You refuse to make eye contact with Juyeon, though it was something youâve been struggling with lately.Â
âWell, I happen to think communicationâs key for good teamwork!â the dancer boasted, completing his arm stretches as he sauntered towards you. âWhat if things change at the last minute, and you have no other way of knowing? Wouldnât that just make you more stressed?â
Pausing your stretch routine, you nip at the skin of your lips. Only now did you notice a particular figure standing practically flush against you. Your shoulder mere millimeters before his chest. His head dipped close to your cheek, with barely a sliver of space in between your two frames. You barely noticed all of that. And yet, you did almost immediately notice the deep resin of Lee Juyeonâs voice cradling your ear.Â
âWe wouldnât want our princess getting stressed, now would we?â
Your heart was racingâunwantedly so. What was with that switch up? And donât even get started on that very new, very weird nickname. You felt your breath shorten, quickening with each second you spent trapped in Juyeon trance, his territory. You were frozen, only managing to move by small increments as you slowly turned to face him. Gazing at your dance partner, you couldnât help but notice how fast the skin of your cheeks flared up. How quickly your mind drew to a blank. Where on earth did this new Juyeon even come from?Â
And why were you hesitating to run away?
"W-what are youâ" you stutter out, your voice a hush.
Suddenly, a wide and devious grin stretches on Juyeonâs face, his eyes turning into full crescent moons. He huffed out a chuckle before quickly bending down to grab a pen from his bag. You were still so frozen, you didnât even have the willpower to disobey what he said next.Â
âGive me your hand,â He requests innocently, a complete 180° from how he was just 5 minutes ago; pure evil. Still not fully out of your trance, you shove your limp hand towards his chest, practically spacing out as he cups your palm in his giant hand. Juyeon scribbles the pen onto your skin, the friction tingling against youâbut you didnât have the resolve to admit you were ticklish. Finally, he lets go of your hand, the lack of warmth lingering in your brain a little longer than you thought it would. Sealing the stationary back up, Juyeon shoots one final grin your way before tossing the pen back in his bag. You glance down at the back of your palm; 10 digits and a poorly drawn heart right beside it. You scowl, though it was really only to hide your rapid heartbeat.Â
âIâm gonna kill Professor Choi, just watch,â Kim Sunwoo grits through his teeth, holding his head in his hands as he continues to drown in the sea of physics homework. You watched as he slowly regressed further into the floor, the layers of worksheets giving him actual, attainable pain. Your own stack of unfinished assignments was nothing to scoff at, either. With your brain too occupied with the dance festival performance, you had just a sliver of time to actually sit down and work on your assignments.Â
You watch as Sunwoo trudges upwards, sludging to your kitchen and opening your fridge as if it were his own. He pulls out an emerald can, cracking it open on just one hand. âIâd hate to be in your shoes, though. How do you even balance all this with dancing?â
âPlease, donât even get me startedâ You leaned back, your arms holding you up as you stretched from your criss-cross position. âThat dance festival is more of a pain in the ass than you could ever imagineâÂ
âOh yeah, right. Howâs that going, anyways?âÂ
Your best friend's words had the audacity to summon your brain, to reel your thoughts back to the first practice youâve ever had with Lee Juyeon. The way his figure was mere millimeters away from yours, his breath grazing your cheek. The way his hand practically swallowed yours whole as he wrote his number on your palmâagainst your better judgment of staying out of touch. The cheeky little smile he shot at you before wisping away, beginning his stretches. It all stained your brain, plagued you with a madness you couldnât explain. An unfamiliar swirl danced at the pit of your stomach, as graceful as you would during a dance practice accompanied with little to no sleep the night before. Lee Juyeon was making you sick
You gulp, The crescents of Juyeonâs eye smile in particular staying in your mind for longer than you anticipated. Suddenly, the rubbery texture of an eraser crashing into your nose jolts you awake. âOi, y/n!â
Clearing your throat, you sit up straight. You needed to get those thoughts out of your head. Fast. âRight, yeah-â
âYouâre falling for that Juyeon guy already, I see,â Sunwoo smirks, his eyebrows wiggling infuriatingly. Your eyes spill from their sockets, jaw dropping to the floor.Â
âWhat? No! Are you crazy?â You sputter, fidgeting and spazzing like a tree struck by lightning. You chuck your pencil case straight towards his chest; a reflex for his stupidity. Your brows drill to the center of your forehead as you whip your head towards your beloved best friendâs direction. âHow do you even know heâs my partner?â
âMy lab partner, Jaehyun, rooms with him,â Sunwoo takes a swig of his coke before diving back into his worksheetâor more accurately; his phone. âI guess Juyeon talks about you a lot. I heard he already made his move on the first practice,â Sunwoo said through giggles.
Your chest tightened, that same image of the dancer swimming into your brain. Did he actually talk about you? And why did that even matter?? You steal Sunwooâs drink, dipping your head back to take in the whole beverage in one fatal swoop. Crashing the can down onto the table, you clear your throat again. âHe didnât make his move okay? He just asked for my number.â
âWell, did you give it to him?â Sunwoo leaned in, curious.
You paused, your breath stuck in your windpipe. You gulped again. âNo, are you kidding?â
Almost immediately, you shoot up from your spot on the floor. Stretching your back, you zoom to the kitchen, embarrassment cringing in your chest. You werenât really sure why you lied. Maybe you were just in denial. Or maybe you just wanted to forget it all. You rummaged through your pantry, diving head first into the snacks you barely even remember purchasing. At least now they served some purpose. You pull out some cheese puffs, obliterating them within seconds. One thing you were completely sure of, is that Sunwoo was anything but right.Â
You were not falling for Lee Juyeon.Â
Back at the table, moments before Sunwoo contemplates actually trying to get some work done, a ping pops from your phone. Curiosity overtook him, and seeing as though you were busy digging a hole through your pantry, Sunwoo took it upon himself to open your phone. A silver bar falls from the top of your phone screen, the name sending Kim Sunwoo to the heavenly gates of pride.Â
Lee Juyeon [7:58 pm]: what time u showing up for practice tmr?
Your best friend was a grinning idiot for the rest of the day.Â
Juyeon wasnât at all surprised when he heard music playing from the practice room already. He knew exactly who was in there, practicing to perfection.Â
He stopped himself just before the practice room doors, his eyes trailing your reflection in the mirror. You were so focused, you couldnât bother to notice his figure standing right at the door. He leaned against the wall, watching as you moved to the delicate music, your footsteps so nimble they hardly touched the floor. His eyes followed you at every twirl and wide-legged jump you performed, his chest tightening at the sight of you.Â
Lee Juyeon was in awe.Â
Toying with the velcro strap of his gym bag, Juyeonâs eyes were physically incapable of leaving you. He wanted nothing more than to watch you dance, to thrive on the dance floor. The burning sensation in his chest soon sunk down, fluttering just above his stomach. Without realizing, his heart raced every time you twirled to the music. Juyeon gulped.Â
Was he falling for you?Â
Slowly, Juyeon took a step into the practice room, chucking his bag into the closest corner he could find.Â
He wasnât so sure anymore.
Currently, you have about eight days left before the performance.Â
And yet, you were distracted as ever.Â
The music rummaged through your brain like a gofer to dirtâdrilling holes into the parts of your brain that stored its logic and critical thinking. Sweat beaded from the crown of your headâit was natural, considering youâve lost count of the times youâve practiced your routine. You twirled into Juyeonâs embrace, your hand in his as he spun you below his arm. The two of your bodies; a well oiled, factory grade machine as you danced under the starry night of the studio room. Effortlessly, each limb guides one move into another, as your two figures near the end of your performance.Â
You two halt your movements, standing still in the center of the wooden tiled floor. This practice was the utmost crucial; it was the first time you and Juyeon would practice the high point of this whole performance, the main eventâthe lift.
The act in which one dancer, usually the stronger, grabs their partner by the waist and lifts them above the air. Itâs an incredible feat that only the most impressive dancers can truly surpass. Nervousness overtook you, your skin freezing to ice. Youâve never dared to do something so rash, so bold in the entirety of your dancing career.Â
Could you even do this?
âAre you ready?â A voice chimes in, shocking you awake. Your eyes shoot to the mirror to see Juyeon ghosting your back, his chest flush against your shoulder blades. You gulp, taking extra notice at his hands; most innocently placed at either side of your waistâbare, due to your haphazard ability to get ready in the morning. His fingers felt rough, callous against yours, a metal ring stationed at his middle finger sending more chills down your skin. ây/n?â
A lump jumps out of your throat. For whatever reason, your vocal chords seemed to be sealed shut, no words sliding from your lips in response. Not thinking much of it, your dance partner chuckles at your silence before pulling his hands away from your skin. Something your chest twinges at the loss of his touch, but you chose to ignore it. Juyeon moves to stand right in front of you resting a hand on top of your head as he sends you a smile. Â
âDonât worry, I got you, okay?â Juyeon boasts, curling his bicep in a flexing position worth all of the eye rolls on the world. âI worked out extra just for this, you know.â
You hated how easy his words made your stubborn eyes peek at his figure. Your breath hitched, only now noticing how muscular Lee Juyeon really was. You already knew he towered your stature, but only at this very moment did you realize just how built his shoulders were. Your eyes glided down to his hands, equallyâif not moreâmuscular than the rest of his body. The exact same pair of hands responsible for holding you by the waist, sending your figure soaring through the air. An image of that exact occurrence replayed in your mind like a broken record.Â
With your cheeks flushed beyond belief, you snap your head around, concealing your pathetic figure away from the stupid hip hop major. âShut up, Juyeon.â
One hesitant nod was all it took before Juyeonâs hand latched onto your waist once again. You gulped. It was a perfect fit. With one last glance at you, Juyeon shoots your body into the air, lifting your frame over his head with his arms. You couldnât believe it; you were soaring amidst the puff of clouds, defying all of the pitiful limits of human nature. You were flying, it was amazing.Â
Until it wasnât.
In about T-minus 10 seconds, reality shook you to your core. You were, in fact, 6 feet in the air, with nothing but a pair of oddly strong hands tethering you to the ground. You were going to die, undoubtedly so. Your body shivered in fear, your hands reaching for Juyeonâs like it was a life source. âWaitâput me down!â
Within seconds, Juyeon listened, propping you back down to the ground. Your body was flush against his, arms knotted around his neck as one of his forearms clung tightly around your waistânever daring to let go. Your heart was jumping out of your chest at the near-death experience. Juyeonâs eyes never pull away from you, worry and fear swelling in each pupil. It was as if all of the immaturity and childishness you associate him with had disappeared from his being, leaving an actually soft, and caring character in its wake. âOh my godâ are you okay!?â
Due to your life literally flashing before your eyes, only at this exact moment did you notice how close you and Juyeon were. Mere millimeters hung between your faces, his raspy breath grazing your skin. Only now did you notice how tight Juyeon kept you against his body as you hung from his neck. An uncomfortable swirl stared at your stomach again, your chest beating rapidly. The two of you stood still; just like that for what felt like ages. The music that accompanied your practice session slowly fading away. It was just you and him. Nothing else in the world surrounded your two frames.Â
A part of you, however, didnât completely mind it.Â
You clear your throat, your two figures jumping apart as you did so. What the hell were you thinking? You hated Lee Juyeon. Everything about him; from his work ethic to his stupid eye smile. Your eyes drill to your feet, realizing that you have yet to answer Juyeonâs question.Â
âIâm okay.â
You expected the boy to start teasing you. Maybe heâd comment on how ungraceful you wereâvery unnatural for a ballerina. Or maybe heâd start laughing at you. It was a normal thing to anticipate. But was anything ever normal when it came to Lee Juyeon?
You already knew your answer.Â
Cotradictingly, Juyeonâs palm gently patted the crown of your head, lightly ruffling the locks of your hair. He shot you another eye smileâa ray of sunshine you needed to protect yourself from. âThatâs good, Iâm glad.â
Your eyebrows furrow. âWhy do you care so much?â
His eyes never managed to leave your gaze. âCome on, is it so weird that I care about my dance partner?â
You pull your gaze away. âYes.â
With a soft chuckle, Juyeon flicks your forehead. âWell, too bad. I care about you, dummy.â
You stayed silent. Why was your heart fluttering?Â
Checking the weather app was simply useless, not with the rain droplets crashing into the walls and windows of the campus lobby.Â
You looked through the glass, defeat pulling your shoulders further into the tiled floor. Bussing home in this weather would be near to impossible with the harsh showers. And what makes it all worse? A quick check on your bus app only lets you know how late your designated bus is; approximately 20 minutes.Â
The jingle of keys creep up from behind you, summoning an eye roll almost immediately. You didnât even need to turn around to know who the owner of the metal even wasâit had Lee Juyeon written all over it. You scowl, hugging your body as you continue to face away from him. He probably was only here to flaunt how unfucked he was, a strong contrast to how fucked you were.Â
âHow are you getting home?â Juyeon speaks up anyways. Typical.Â
âBus.â You murmur, turning to him. âLook, if youâre here to tease me or something, save it. Iâm not feeling it.â
âWoah! Okay, for your information, I wasnât planning on teasing you.â Juyeon throws up his hands in defense, as if you held him at gunpoint. âIn fact, I was gonna ask if you wanted a ride.â
Your eyes lit up for a second. A ride. Protection from the outdoors. It was everything youâve ever wanted. You clear your throat. No. This was Lee Juyeon. It didnât matter if he was being considerate, or sweet even. This was anything but what you wanted. You needed to get a grip.
âIâm alright, thanks,â Your voice was soft, hesitant.
âYou sure?â He quizzed, your silence overwhelming him with his answer. He huffed a sigh, pausing before unzipping his bag and rummaging through the fabric. âSuite yourself, but you should at least take this.â
Dropping his gym bag, Juyeon inches closer to you. For a split second, his arms wrap around your frame, sending a sharp inhale through your chest, your chest which had already felt tight since he first moved closer to you. His warmth lingered in your mind. The sounds of crashing rain began to fade awayâthough the skies never cleared up. It was as if you were hallucinating, moments away from losing your mind. After a few seconds, he opens up his arms, draping fabric over your shoulders. It was an instant warmth.Â
âWhatâs this?â
âMy jacketâyouâll freeze to death if you go out like this!â
You glance down at your outfit; a cropped sweater made from some cheap fabric, and leggings summoning anything but warmth. Your partner was right, you werenât prepared in the slightest. âOh⊠What about you?â
You gulp. Since when did you care?
âIâll be fine. Iâm driving anyway. Plus, Iâm still pretty hot from practice.â
You felt a specific heat creep onto your cheeks, until you realized that Juyeon was only talking about sweating. You idiot. You hide behind the fabric, eyes trailing the ground. âUh, thanks.â
He pulls yourâor, more rightfully, hisâ hood over your head, patting the crown gently. Meanwhile, you couldnât help but feel this weird swirl at the pit of your stomach. âTake care, y/n!â
Currently, Juyeonâs friends were congregating on his couch. The objective of this meeting? Planning the house party that was set for this weekend, the last thing on the list being who they were going to invite. Though Juyeon had his own, more personal objective; to stop thinking about the most recent practice with youâitâs been plaguing his mind all afternoon. And he was failing. Pathetically.Â
âWhat about y/n? Should we invite her?â Juyeon heard his own voice through his confused ears. His mindâall proper reasoningâwas clearly lacking behind; he could tell from the confused stares that were plastered on all of his friendâs faces. Clearly, Juyeon missed the memo on âclose friends onlyâ being this partyâs apparent theme. Could anyone really blame him, though? In his very weak defense, he was too caught up on the thought of you to listen.
âPark y/n? Your dance partner for that festival thing, right?â Lee Jaehyun, his roommate and best friend, cocks an eyebrow; perplexed beyond belief. âYou sure? I heard she's a little weird.â
Juyeon grew the slightest bit bitter at his roommateâs words, though he couldnât explain it.Â
âOh yeah,â Ju Haknyeon, another one of Juyeonâs friends, chimed in, his back leaning into the plush of the beat up couch. âSheâs in my psych. class this term. Sheâs always got her hand up like her life depended on it, bro. Itâs kind of creepy, if you ask me.â
Juyeon could feel his knuckles tensing. Who was he to call you creepy?Â
Kim Younghoon, the last of Juyeonâs clique, leans forward, shoving a handful of chips into his mouth like a complete mouth. He didnât even bother to swallow before chiming in. âI heard sheâs a total pain during your guyâs dance practiceâChangminâs told me a few things, anyway. Is she always so bossy around you guys?â
A flame rose in Juyeonâs chest. His friends were making it infuriatingly clear; they didnât know jack shit about you. With his hands subconsciously rolled into fists, Juyeon rose from the couch, towering over his careless friends. In all honesty, it took Juyeon every fiber of his being to not punch the living daylights out of each and everyone of them. Though, again, he couldnât pinpoint the reason.Â
âOkay, no, you guys got it all wrong,â Juyeon began, startling the three boys below him. ây/nâs none of those things! Sheâs not weird or creepy, sheâs just smarter than you could ever dream of being. Sheâs confident and strives for the best. And when it comes to dance, no one on that team has the strength and power that she hasâshe's one of the best dancers I know!â
Juyeonâs voice grew soft. Gentle. ây/nâsheâs amazing.â
Juyeon didnât realize just how out of breath he was until he finished his little performance. His body just acted on its own; a habit heâs seemed to have picked up since he got to know you. His three friends were practically in shock, their jaws grazing the carpet they stood on. Â
âDamn dudeâI didnât know,â Jaehyun muttered in a hushed voice, genuinely terrified for his life. âHow come you got such a soft spot for her?â
Juyeon nipped at his lips, his chest rising. Though he didnât know why.
He gulped. Who was he kidding? Heâs known the whole time.
ââCause I like her.â
âYou donât get a choice young lady!â Sunwooâs voice peaked a little too powerfully through your phoneâs speaker. You winced at the volume, though he couldnât care less. âYouâre going to that party!â
The party in question? The house party, located at the Lee Juyeon and Lee Jaehyun residence. The reason why you were so hesitant in going? The one and only Lee Juyeon giving you a personal invite, of course.Â
You didnât have a clue at what sick game Juyeon was trying to play with you. To your understanding, this last minute performance should have only kept the two of you as close as coworkers from a typical 9-5 would be. You had no intention of keeping in touch with the childish and irritating dancer, absolutely none. So, why should you even consider saying yes to that absurd invitation. And besides, with certain recent events still replaying in your mind unwillingly, you thought it best to avoid seeing the hip hop boy for more than you needed to. You knew all of this, but why was Sunwoo so slow on piecing it together?Â
âWhy are you so pent up about this?â You groaned. âYou care about that party more than I do!â
âFor starters, going to any partyâs going to increase your chances of making more friends. And, like, you canât only have one friend in uni, y/n. Thatâs kinda sad.â
âYouâre literally that friend, asshole,â you mutter, seriously considering changing that notion right now.Â
âDoesnât matter, you need to go out more! Live a little! Life isn't just about school and dance, you know?â Sunwoo sounded genuine, though his next words were a complete slap in the face to that notion. âPlus, you can be my wing-woman so I can get a date at this party.â
You groan, drowning in Sunwooâs infuriating chuckle. Minutes before you were about to hang up on him, unsolicited, your best friend chimes in again.Â
âAnd besides⊠I have a sneaking suspicion youâre starting to warm up to that Juyeon guy.â
You choke, not once expecting that name to come out of Sunwooâs mouth. You hate to admit it, but you werenât so sure if Sunwoo was wrong anymore. You never looked at him with the same fury you had just a couple of weeks ago. He never showed up late to your practices and actually took in the feedback you gave him. You could barely recognize the guy, and you werenât sure how to feel about that. The image of his stupid eye smile pops in your brain again, and you huff a groan.Â
âWhat makes you say that?â You ask anyway, practically swimming in denial.
ââCause you, Park y/n, have finally stopped denying it.â Sunwoo answered, a smug grin swiping across his face. Shit. Could he really see right through you so easily? âThe old y/n wouldâve shut me up immediately, you know.â
You gulp. How stupid were you? âShut up.â
âGuess itâs settled!â Sunwoo practically jumped for joy, you could sense it through the phone. âIâll pick you up at 8!â
Note to self: never listen to a word Kim Sunwoo says. Itâs a lesson you learnt the hard way.Â
You push through the seemingly endless wave of university students, the stench of booze drilling through your nostrils. The neon lights pierced your eyes, you were convinced you were about to go blind. Though, you figured going blind wouldnât have been so bad at the moment; you wanted nothing more than to unsee the poor puking freshman on your right, or the horny couple making out on your left. And worst of all? It seems that Kim Sunwoo had just disappeared into thin air; you couldnât find him no matter where you searched.Â
This was bad. Really bad. You see, Sunwoo wasnât lying earlier when it came to not having any other friends. In fact, you were currently drowning in a sea of unfamiliar faces. You contemplated how the hell someone could know so many people. You, on the otherâmore unfortunate handâonly knew one other person. A person that couldâve gone to the moon and back by now; youâd be none the wiser.Â
You clung onto the red solo cup as if your life depended on it. In reality, you knew one other person at this house party.
But was your heart ready to face him?
Truth is, your mind hasnât stopped wandering to the image of Lee Juyeon ever since that last practice. The way he held you in his arms, lifted you in the air; it all stained your brain. The way he danced with you; elegant and graceful. His form and vigor when he completed each and every step of your routine; it never failed to give you butterflies. The way he reassured you at every sliver of worry that shined through your brow, or the way he protected you from such small things like the rain. He was there to comfort you; to shine a sliver of sunlight your way. To make your grumpy ass, smile, just once.
Maybe it was working.
A glimmer of bronze liquid shot down your throat. It burned. What were you thinking? Falling for Juyeon? You couldnât.Â
So why were you sitting on his goddamn couch? At a house party he invited you to?
Another big gulp slides down your throat, your tongue numb to the taste this time around.Â
Before inviting you to the party, Juyeon contemplated your alcohol tolerance. It was natural, considering the amount of booze set aside for the party was nothing to scoff at. However, once the party was nearing its end, and with only a few people left at the Lee ResidenceâJuyeon definitely had an idea or two. Though your napping figure on the couch was a dead giveaway.Â
Your figure only took over â
of the couch, your body curled into a ball as your head rested on the back of the furniture. Your knees were tucked into your chest, your arms wrapping around them like the ribbon to a Christmas present. Red solo cups were littered around the floor and around you, most toppled over; all of them empty. Who knew you were the type to drink so heavy? Juyeon swiftly stripped off his zip up, draping it over you on instinct.Â
The more Juyeon looked at you, the more his heart pounded.Â
Juyeon placed himself on the couchâright beside you. The weight of his figure pulled yours further down, your head dropping down onto his shoulder. Juyeonâs face ignited, heâs never felt more happy to be in a room without people. He leaned closer to your frameâit was warm, toasty. Your breath reeked of booze, but for some reason, it didn't matter right now.
He stared at the way strands of your hair fell between your eyes, your eyelashes that could sweep the sky. It was something he never witnessed during your practices, mostly because you wouldnât give him the chance to be near you. You were so stoic and cold normally, seeing you so soft and delicate was beyond new. You made his heart flutter. He couldnât help but notice how soft your lips were, how they practically glistened under the living room lamp light.Â
He wanted to kiss you.
A snore pushes from your figure, jolting him awake from his delusion. You hand, practically limp, inching closer to his so innocently.Â
He couldnât kiss you. Not like this.
âOh my god, there you are!â A voice pops up from Juyeonâs right. The figure of a sophomoreâpresumably Kim Sunwoo appears. He turns his attention to him. âHey, sorry about all this. Itâs y/nâs first time at a party like this⊠I shouldâve been more careful.â
âNo worries,â Juyeon smiles. His hands ghost your shoulders, a tremor in his movements. âSheâs, uh, safe with me.â
âI think our rideâs gonna be here soon, could you maybe gimme a hand?â Sunwoo runs a hand through the nape of his neck. Juyeon only nods, his attention rushing back towards you as he senses a soft touch grazing against his finger.Â
It was you, fidgeting with his fingers in your sleep, completely unaware.Â
God, you were killing him.
Gently, Juyeon shuffles around, picking you up from the couch in a way so desperate to not wake you up, and follows Sunwoo out the door with you in his arms.Â
You were about to make your way into the dance practice room for your final practice that week when an image stopped you in your tracks like a deer in headlights. It was Juyeon. He beat you to the practice room, rehearsing his part of the routine before you even showed up.Â
You caught your bag moments before it hit the floor. You would have never expected someone like Juyeon practicing extra. Hell, you were surprised he actually showed up to your scheduled practices to begin with.Â
You found yourself stepping back to watch Juyeon dance. Your eyes were in a trance, spellbound by him. You couldnât get over how fluid and elegant, yet powerful his movements were. It didnât matter how much of a slacker he was, one thing was for sure: Juyeon never lacked in a performance. Your chest tightens at the sight of him as you gulp. You couldnât seem to take your eyes off of him and his skin tight black shirt, with gray sweatpants hung snug at his hips. Nor his hair, practically drenched of sweat as it hung over his eyes.Â
Why couldnât you stop looking at him?
Were you actually falling for him?
A water break. A calming water break. That was all you ever wanted. Instead, you got your mind split eight different ways.Â
A sudden warmth ghosted behind your shoulder. Juyeonâs chest brushes right up against your shoulder blade, his palm lightly clinging onto your waist as he slithers past you to grab his water bottle that was right beside yours. Your skin jumps straight into goosebump hell, sparks skidding off of the surfaceâfireworks. Juyeonâs hands were warm to the touch, a stark contrast to your frozen figure. You hated how soft his skin felt. Your heartbeat skyrocketed, your systems rebooted. All because of a little touch. Youâre pathetic.Â
âExcuse my reach,â he said, infuriatingly innocent.
You wanted to scream at him. You drank your water instead.Â
After moving away, the two of you stood in silence, only the music of your performance looping every now and then. You thought it was normalâconsidering youâve practically spent your entire time at school hating this man, it was natural you didnât have much to talk about. Though, clearly, Juyeon thought it peculiar.
âAre you alright? Youâve been awfully quiet.â
You snort. âYou say that like we talk often.â
Juyeon looks away from you. âWell, maybe I want us to talk more.â
Your heart was thumping rapidly again. You grip onto the fabric near your chest as an effort to slow down its pace. A failed attempt, anyway. The pit of your stomach fluttered at his smooth words. You, however, didnât give way to his request, staying silent as you gulped down more of your water. Maybe then Juyeon would stop shaking you up so much.
âOh, waitâstay still, y/n,â Juyeonâs voice popped in your ears once again. You watched as his hand swerved up towards your forehead. You felt his fingertips brush up against you, the back of his hand sliding down your cheek as he detangled strands of your stubborn hair. He huffs out a chuckle, eyes never leaving your sight. âYouâre hairâs a little wonkyââ
You werenât fully recovered from the last unwanted touch from Lee Juyeon, circa 2 minutes ago. That was for sure. Youâve had it. Youâve had enough of his teasing. You needed answers. With your chest still ablaze, you swat Juyeonâs hand away, leaving the boy all doe-eyed and confused. You ball up your fist, pivoting to stand right in front of him. To stand your ground.Â
âJust stop!â Your voice boomed. Your chest heaved as your eyes drilled through his. âWhat the hell are you doing?â
âWhat do you mean, Iâm justââ
âIâm not just talking about this, Iâm talking about everything! Why the hell are you so sweet to me? Why do you go out of your way to take care of me? Are you trying to toy with me or something? God, youâre driving me insane, Juyeon!â You utter, defeated. You fiddle with your sleeves, steam practically poofing from your ears.Â
Juyeon huffs a sigh from his chest, slowly taking steps around your agitated figure. âFor your information, Iâm not just toying with you.â He gazes at you from the reflection of the dance mirror, his voice traveling from behind. âI do genuinely care about you, y/n. I want to be sweet to you, I want to do all of those things. I like you, y/nâ
I like you, too, you thought.
Though in reality, you choke, your heart caught in your throat. You couldnât seem to look away from him as you gulped. âWe canât like each other, Juyeon,â Your voice was a hush. âWeâre too different. Weâre worlds apart.â
âIâd move worlds just to have a chance with you.â Juyeon rasped, his voice cradling your ear.
Your eyes widen. Your heartbeat was overpowering your ear drums. All you could hear were the constant thumps of the muscle. And all you could think about was Lee Juyeon. Suddenly, that same warmth cocoons your shoulder blades and your chest tightens. From the reflection on the mirror, you watch as Juyeonâs fingers brush against your wrist, moving down to your fingers. You watched as his left hand stayed with yours, as his right switched paths and landed on your bare waist. Your breath hitched.Â
âJuyeon, we canâtâŠâ You practically whimpered, not having the strength to finish.Â
Juyeonâs lips were mere millimeters from the shell of your ear. âAre you sure?â His right hand suddenly lifts and begins to trace small shapes against your waist, his touch tingling you beyond belief. His left hand lifts your limp wrist right up against his lips. Instead of looking at your reflection, Juyeon looks right at youâthe real youâbefore his voice drops to barely a whisper.Â
âMake me stop, then.â
Juyeon kisses your wrist, pulling away your sleeves as he peppers soft kisses against your skin. With his right hand, his strokes against your skin grew stronger and wider, his index toying with the hem of your cropped shirt. You squeeze your eyes shut, your face flush as your stomach flutters. Your head was spinning, you rested it on his collarbone. You couldnât take it anymore.Â
âDonât stop.â
Chuckling, Juyeon drops your hand, his palm cupping your cheek as he spins you to face him. Your breaths grew shallow at the sight of him. His eyes deepened as they gazed into you, pierced through you. You watched his breaths falter just like yours, picking at his lips and gulping before he speaks again.Â
âCan I kiss you, y/n?â
âPlease.â
That's all it took for Juyeon to dive into you, encasing his lips into yours. It was rough and rugged. As if heâd been restraining himself for years, maybe even centuries. With one hand still cupping your cheek, another one of his hands cross your back, pulling your figure up against his chest. Your hands, which were once clinging desperately onto the fabric of his sleeves, now roped around his neck. Your hand snaked towards his head, your fingers toying with a lock of his hair. On command, Juyeon grunts, his grasp around you tightening. His hold on your lips tightened with it.Â
Butterflies exploded at the pit of your stomach. It was as if a burdening weight had been lifted off of your shouldersâyou were practically floating in the air. You didnât have to hide anymore, you didnât have to run. You could say with pride.Â
You liked Lee Juyeon.
âThat was amazing, you two!â Your dance instructor beams as you and Lee Juyeon saunter back into the dressing room, heaving and sweating. The two of you had just finished your performance for the schoolâs annual club festival; a standing ovation. Your dance instructor was jumping with joy, swiping through the unfocused pictures she took of the performance with her phone and her unstable grasp. After mumbling something about letting the school newspaper know, and giving the both of you quick hugs, she runs out the doorâleaving you two alone.Â
Your eyes gaze upon the vanity mirror, eyeing your performance dress. It was covered in loose red sequins, you were a shimmering flame. A few detached sequins were scattered atop your shouldersâand Juyeons. They most likely came off while dancing, jumping onto his black, tight fit blazer, complete with red accent pieces and a particularly low set neckline, exposing his bare chest. You wouldnât be lying if you said you had snuck in a look or two. Juyeon looked too good to pass up.Â
Besides, it seems like heâd say the same thing right now.Â
Juyeonâs eyes drilled through you. His figure slowly inched closer to you, his hands hugging the edges of your waist once he got close enough. It seems as though it was his favourite place to hold youâand you didnât mind. It gave you butterflies every single time. His lips traced your jaw, peppering a small kiss before whispering in your ear. âYou look beautiful, y/n.â
You hum a chuckle, sliding a hand up his chest and around his neck. âToo bad my dress is coming off soon.â
Juyeonâs eyebrows shoot up to the sky. âThat was bold.â
You smack his shoulder. âNot that! I meant that the dress isnât mine, dumbass. Iâll have to change out of it before I leave tonight. You, too!â
âOh right.â Juyeon deadpanned, pouting before a light bulb buzzed from the crown of his head. After his steps cause you to move backwards, Juyeon lifts you slightly and plops you on the surface of the vanity desk. With his hands on each of your thighs, Juyeon leans forward, his face barely a centimeter apart from yours. Your lips, just breaths away from his. âMaybe I can be of some assistance?â
âYouâre so dumb, Juyeon.â You punch his chest with no actual force. In truth, you wanted him, right then and there. You ball up his collar into your fist, pulling him in for a kiss. A groan lifts from your chest as you cling around his neck. Juyeon moves closer to you, ever so slightly spreading your legs apart. His hands, still on your thigh, trail up the skin, his fingers peeking through the hem of your skirt. His touch elicits another moan from your lips, making you pull from your kiss.Â
âJuyeonâ You whimper.Â
Juyeon cups your cheek. âNot now, baby. I can only have you for myself. We need to go somewhere private.â
Your breath hitched. âThen take me home.â
Your skin was on fire as Juyeon laid you on the plush of your bed. Lee Juyeon was cruelâgiving you a taste of him right before making you wait. Juyeon leans into you, deepening the kiss, a hand sinking down into the mattress beside you. His tongue swipes at your lips, demanding for an opening. You grant it, his tongue dancing inside the walls or your mouth. It slides against yours; a performance of bliss. You moan, your arms clinging from underneath his shoulders, your grip growing tighter. You werenât going to let him slip through your fingertips. You werenât going to lose him. Not again.
Juyeonâs hand wandered mischievously, his touch teasing you. One hand pressed against your bare thighâit didnât take him much to get you in just a shirt and panties. He traces your skin slowly. Painfully slow. His other hand slipped underneath the hem of your shirt, moving straight to the swell of your breasts. He took your breast in his large hand, massaging your skin. He takes your nipple in his fingers, swirling the tip with his pads. It sends your head spinning, your back arching and your chest pushing closer to him. You mewl at his touch. You needed more.
Your lips pop apart, swollen from the pressure. Juyeon wouldnât dare to look away from you. His hands move again.Â
âDoes this make you feel good?â His breath was hot and heavyâit burned against your lips. You barely muster a whisper. âYesâmore.â
He pressed another hand right on your other breast, playing with your nipple. It sent you soaring, dirty noises lifting from your lips. It was a sight for sore eyes, seeing you so pent up just for him. Juyeon replaces his hand with his lips, peppering kisses all over your breast. Claiming it as his own. He takes his sweet time, leaving love bites and hickeys trailing up and down your skin. His lips envelope your center, his tongue swirling your hardened peak. Your moans grow louder as you grip a lock of his hairâsending him into overdrive. He groans into your skin, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine.
His hand was merely centimeters away from the place you needed him most. Your core was throbbing, aching for his touch. It soaked the wimpy fabric. You grip his hair harder, growing irritated from how much he was teasing you. Juyeon only snickers, lightly pressing into your clothed folds with his thumb, sending shockwaves down your body. âHow bad do you want me, baby?â
You subconsciously jut your hips forward, pressing his thumb ever so slightly further into your core. You were getting restless. âSo bad, Juyeon. I need youâeverything.â
After teasing your clothed core, Juyeon pulled over the wet fabric, leaving your pussy bare, open. Slowly, Juyeon pushes a finger into your core, his pad dancing in your walls. You sharply inhale at the length of his fingers. Fuck, his hands were big. His calloused knuckles grazed your insides. A moan jumps from your lips as Juyeon pumps in another fingerâfilling your core up more. The thrusts of his wrists grew faster, your walls coming in tighter, moments before collapsing at his touch. You prop yourself up, looking down to watch the dirty image of Juyeonâs hands fucking your pussy mindless. Juyeon pumps a third finger, curling all three of them as he reaches deeper inside you. Your core was throbbing as you failed to stifle all the dirty noises leaping from your throat.Â
You instinctively thrust into his hands, making him reach more. though you didnât need to try too hard; not with Juyeonâs long fingers fucking you deep already. Juyeonâs lips swipe at your jaw, peppering kisses and tracing his tongue around your skin. You were convinced you were seeing stars. But you knew Juyeon wasnât done just yet. Juyeonâs thumb begins to swipe circles around your clit. It was the same motion your head was spinning in from the bliss of his touch.Â
Your walls tightened around his fingers, his thrusts grew rampant and primal. You threw your head backâyour body was out of your control, now. It was all his.Â
âJuyeon,â you said his name without realizing. Â
âThatâs it, baby. Cum all over me.â
And you did. With one last groan of his name, you came undone by his fingers. Your juices coated his palm, as well as a little pool in between the wrinkles of your innocent bedsheets. After gaining just the smallest bit of consciousness, you look up at Juyeon. A tent of fabric propped up right below his torso.Â
 Just then, you had an idea. Gathering up all of your strength, you pushed Juyeon down into the bed. You climb over top of him, his clothed bulge rubbing against your raw pussy. You pressed a hand down his chest, dipping your head to whisper in his ear. âCan I ride you?â
Juyeon groans, gripping onto your hips. âFuck, yes.â
You tug down at his waistband, and the two of you work together to pull down his pants. His length reveals itself, throbbing at a stiff peak. It caught you tongue tied. There was a reason his hands were so big. You couldnât help but lick your lips as you unrolled the condom. The latex summoned a groan from him, his finger digging into your skin. You positioned your entrance at his tip, a stark inhale running through your chest as you finally sunk into his length. Yours and his moans intertwine, dancing in the night sky as you began your slow thrusts.Â
Juyeonâs cock grazed against all of your walls, the friction was driving you insane. He filled you up, fucked you deep. He throbbed into your walls, exploring you deeper than you could ever imagine. You wanted, no, needed more, thrusting faster into his length. He was hitting all of your spots, he was perfect. Lewd noises circled around your bodies; your skin slapping into each other, the premature juices webbing in and out of your core, the repeated calling out of each otherâs names. Juyeonâs grip on your hips grew tighter, his forearms tensing to bring you closer to him; to bring him deeper into you. Your thrusts grew dirty, readjusting yourself to get more power in each thrust using your feet. Juyeon brings a hand behind you, palming and massaging your ass.Â
You could feel your walls clamping in again, tightening around his cock. Clearly he could feel it, too. It was obvious with the way his hips push forward, his head drilling into the pillow. Though it wasnât long until you had your head thrown backâdrowning in ecstasy.Â
âFuck, youâre tight, y/n.â Juyeon rasped in between grunts. Though you were too busy in your own world. You only mewl, thrusts becoming messy and unpampered. âYour pussy feels so good, it fits my cock just right.â
Juyeon sneaks a mischievous finger to rub your clit again. He drilled against your sweet spot, your mind trapped in a haze. A dream just with Lee Juyeon. With one last conjoined moan, the two of you crash into each other, cumming in unison. Your hot juices overflow, pooling between your two figures.
Exhausted, you plop beside him. He greets you with his signature eye smileâone infecting you personally as you smile back at him. He encases your frame in an embrace, his forehead wiggling into the crook of your neck. âYou did so good, baby.â
You embrace him back, butterflies forming in the pit of your stomach. âYou dummy.â
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Boys In Cat's Clothing pt.2 (100 note special), l.jy pt.1
PAIRING †lee juyeon x fem!reader
â how the season that comes to change, takes his life with it. Strangers that passed him by has now come to effect his own life, paint it in colors and forms outside his own framework. And when his new found friend at the bakery, and a strange girl during the setting sun, asks him about love. He desperately wants to name the sensation in his heart, and hope that Y/n will too.
GENRE †FLUFF, cat shapeshifter!juyeon, mutual pining(as always), clingy juyeon, juyeon just want to be loved, soft angst?(fight for your love!), Eric feature, cute jealousy, happy ending
WARNINGS †none, proofread once so probably missed something!
WORD COUNT †8.7 k
it is here! Part two of boys in cats clothing plus three extra scenes! (The bonus scenes doesnât have a specific timeline in their relationship) As pt.1, it isnât much of a complicated story, just fluffy feels! Boys in catâs clothing was my first story as littleroaes, so I took to the opportunity to celebrate it! Shoutout to @blue-rainydays and @from-izzy for cheering me on lol. I really went through it a couple of times, enjoy!
TAGGING @blue-rainydays for you my blue!!
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âYOU'RE NOT TOGETHERâ THE DOUGH FALLS BETWEEN THE FINGER GAPS DOWN ONTO THE SILVER COUNTER.
"Together?" Juyeon asks while he watches its color reminiscent of vanilla, fall to the center and spread from its mit.Â
âYeah?âÂ
The sunlight reflected in a specific window and the pattern of tiles he steps onto everyday, has become all the more familiar. At the start of his time at the bakery, he refused to go alone. Y/n woke up about an hour earlier than what the time on her squares in row told her to. It was all, just to let Juyeon out of the four walls that, at some point, crossed the line of customary and took his mind and forced it in full circles. So when she stood with him before the pink painted walls and windows from floor to ceiling, Juyeon became determined to come home and tell her everyday about his passionate way of life.Â
When Juyeon for the first time in his life stepped onto the wooden floor and heard the bell chime from above. He fell another centimeter closer to Earth. Before him, centered without need of a net, a guy similar to himself(Y/n being his reference). At the time, he behind the counter reached out his arm and waved to him from across the room. Another chime goes off before Juyeon forced his arm up in a rigid manner, greeted him in a voice stale, similar to bread in the open air for two weeks.Â
Y/n stood beside him, with gentle force pushing his side with her elbow. Juyeon looked down at that moment, but refuted back to his habits of scratching his nape and desperately giving Y/n his eyes curved so that every bit of sunlight passed through them.
Though, now, Juyeon has lost focus of the cream-white dot on the desk. Instead he has found interest in the youngest shirt. The highest point where the lines of his arm and shoulder meet. Fabrics and hands covered in flour. Ericâs blue gloves that shine with snow like flour and crystal sugar, reach out for the silk ribbon tied to his neck, allusive to a spring girl in middle school, her name being First Love. Juyeonâs eyes follow Ericâs finger, to the point below his chin, and back to his face.Â
âNoâŠweâre not.â Juyeonâs lips, luscious as the green sprouts converting to rose petals in spring. To bring to touch the mark on his life. Juyeon, without gradual rendition, let his hands, painted in sugar, fall away from the ribbon without as much of an allude to the others essence.Â
âWhy?â He asks while Eric finds his voice and demeanor to be of the angel on the right side of his shoulder. Â
âShould we be?â Juyeon, whose back falls a bit curved over the counter, shrinks even lower. All words articulated by him in this moment yearns for the youngest perspective on the world and the correct answers for the obviously wavering nature of his question. Eric abruptly loses focus on the dough again, and right as it comes out of his grip, the edge between his two fingers tear off. And the bell chimes when another colleague comes through the door. Somehow, when the colleague fades behind the door and Eric lets him wander, the bridge between their eyes is fully horizontal, with no diagonals.Â
âNoâŠ?â Eric knits his eyebrows, âyou two just looked like it.âÂ
The single corner piece that teared off, melts together with the essence without seems, when Eric starts shaping it once more. To force the cream-white fragile fragment in sphere shape, and all at once let Earth take a bit of the curve when it falls onto the tray. And Juyeonâs vision suddenly changes direction and once again, lands on his own work space. His arms hover over the counter, hands gently shape a crater-mit to watch space fill it up, and his red apron hangs above his knees. Just as Eric's question runs through the secret corners of his mind.Â
/
The curtains work as a filter for their screen to the outerworld. And how the TV radiates mellow blue shades throughout the entire room. The screen, with colors he didnât know existed before, spread its blueprint onto the objects closest to it.Â
In the beginning, Juyeon couldnât work out the change in ambience when the curtains were down. But he knows now, the exact position of the not so bright room, and therefore the light would shine through their secluded corner, if it wasnât for the flimsy fabric separating the two.Â
On the rectangular screen, it has captured a picture of their own world and built it up with every pixel. But still, the camera shifts over the highly saturated landscape without details. With loss of this reality, their world is built with grain spots and rigid edges. The couple in this saturated world on the TV sits on a dark bench. How the camera stands in a slight high-point to capture crowns of the city beneath their feet. The camera angles itself for the audience to kindly discern the top part of her dress, most of the dull fabric is covered by her brown locks. The single shot drags on without dialog, she simply stares out over the loud space before her. Juyeon takes up his legs on the sofa, he squints his eyes and feels how that world calls him. The horizon reflects the lead's eyes, but somehow, something else, other than the city pours over them.Â
Finally, the two on TV bring their hands together as the sunlight, through all hills, clouds and man made structures, illuminates them. How the Earth and Sun have fallen into position, makes the two, on the bench seem even more destined.Â
Juyeon looks over towards Y/n.Â
Her face has the artificial light cast up on itself. Dialog on the TV fades to whispers of weather on a windy day. The fabric of her shirt makes a stark contrast against the fabric of the couch, and her hands hold her lower legs. As the scenery on the TV passes, the entirety of his attention follows the single details of her pupils intensely dissecting the TV world.Â
âY/n?â Juyeonâs voice reaches her ears like the morning sun on a rain-covered leaf. How the smell of petrichor radiate a sense of belonging, his call compel her own existence to get a fragment of his own.Â
âHm?â She faces him.Â
The words tail end somewhere in his throat and tears at the edge of his lips. Passing conversations in his new life crowds his mind. It pulsates deeply and torments the pressing surfaces. Juyeon closes his eyes. How the world becomes non-existent and the thoughts become less vivid, outlined and with colors.
At the same time, Y/n lies her eyes on his fingers. One starts to bother the left and she shifts herself closer to the full moon outside their window. And another star falls when they intertwine hands. Juyeon watches the couch mit, where their hands touch from above it. At the same time, his heart falters and it becomes a rhythm reminiscent of the clock during midnight. Y/n looks at him with immense eyes, how everything outside the four walls carrying them seize to exist.Â
His eyes look at hers with a fluorescence sort of filter, complete with yearning, âY/n, what does it mean to be âtogetherâ?âÂ
When the words leave his lips, it opens her heart as a flower visualizing the world for the first time in spring. But as it does that, Y/n force the petals to compulse, seem itself from the world like it has never existed. His eyes with curiosity refuse to leave her own. And the effect arises as her eyes change direction of the room and legs fall to the floor to touch the rug beneath them.Â
While her vision casts itself in every direction, it lands on the TV screen, âItâs like them.â Y/n points at it. How the scene before them portrays them in a landscape so dull and devoid of color, but as one has their chin on their palm at the other mirror, the person over the table in their rectangular vision must be vivid of colors.
âCaring and comforting the other and receiving the same love back.â Y/n nods and looks back at Juyeon. To stare at a different world with a tilted head and let it be the answer to its questions. His eyes fall back to Y/n. In moments of understanding his new life, Juyeon wears this demeanor, similar to his true form.Â
âLike us?âÂ
How his face sparkles in light. Another light that makes the natural shadows, highlights of the world and its fabricate stand as desolate. Juyeonâs essence is in this novel moment and her words, trapped in glass. Even when the spotlights are off and the sun has fallen under Earth, Juyeon still makes out the faint rosy pigments forming under her eyes. Just as she observes the rug beneath them and scratches her head, Juyeonâs back straightens and his arms in his lap become aligned, symmetrical to the other beside it.Â
Back when he took the first step into her house and he started asking questions that had Y/n inspecting things in her own home. Juyeon genuinely believed she fell in curiosity over the details of her life. That rosy stains, abrupt silence, and eyes diverting towards the corners of the room was a language of interest in daily life. But as one kept passing the other each morning sun and he gently started through the looking glass, into the people like her. Juyeon realized that the pattern in her behavior, that the out-of-world state wasnât a deep concentration of understanding, rather, his own lifeâs effect on her.Â
The moment that euphoria came crashing right through him, his eyes fell and he moved closer to Y/n. Asked her with great eyes and slight forward posture if he keeps making her sick like this. If the rosyness on her face will spread to her inner self and contaminate every part of her body until she canât breathe. Y/n got even redder by that at the time, and described with overlapping words and unclear hand motions. By somehow, Juyeon understood her colors are not a bad thing, not what they are, but itâs something positive, because of him.Â
Therefore, he smiles endearingly when she faces the flower vase on the table.Â
âNo-I-not like us.âÂ
His face drops in an instant, and Y/n purse her lips in and forces her eyes closed. It all sets as a desperate and pained expression in the dark complex of the night.Â
âWe love each other a lot right?â She opens up her arms, âAnd there different types of love.â Y/n sighs before she continues, âAll of them are good, and we describe them differently.â ââTogetherâ is just not ours.âÂ
The atmosphere from before has shifted. The moment Y/n put an end to her sentence, a wind came opening the two windows and a cold, winter season lies over the room. Y/nâs left hand starts scratching the edge of her right nails. The distance between them seems even further, though itâs just 50 centimeters. For a moment, Y/n looks up towards him, his face speaks of someone looking out into the fading distance when the Earthâs collapsing. She bites her lip and looks away. Them on the TV, talk about love and a single sentence runs between the silence in their apartment.Â
Could I be yours forever?
Y/n coughs before she stands up. The controller lies on the coffee table and reaches out for it.Â
âWe should sleep right, you need to work well tomorrow too.âÂ
Juyeon looks up from his spot on the couch beneath her. Her smile like it always is, making flowers grow in cold seasons or convert light when all the sources of the world withers. When she looks at him like that, all in this moment, an unfamiliar feeling runs through him. Sensations he canât connect back to either his new or old life. Y/n comes closer and pet his head.Â
âLetâs go to sleep.âÂ
Juyeonâs hand pushes his own weight off the couch, without words, he takes a step away from the warm spot. As wonât take his hand in hers, Y/n take one step closer and gently lace them. To walk towards the bed and wrap themself in fabrics.Â
âGood night, Juyeon.â Y/n whispers. The yearning for an answer coats her heart as one second fabricates onto another. And when she opens her mouth to whisper it again, Juyeon returns the sentence in a voice devoid of that serene tulip feeling she gets every time he speaks.Â
How the room falls in complete silence. Despite the sheet forcing warmth to cling to the abundant parts of her body, a coldness from the window pierce right through it. Y/n looks over towards Juyeon, to face nothing but his hair. As the moon motions over the sky, the right side of the matter becomes lighter. The fabric falls towards the mattress surface and he on the other side is now so small to fit on the pillow instead.Â
And when the rain starts falling on their windows, Y/n can only feel that itâs her heart making motions over Earth. But despite storms and endless puddles forming on the street corners. Y/n put a bandaid on her inside, meanwhile forcing tape onto her own mouth and tie ropes on her wrist. There is a thought. That has been folded into the deepest part of her consciousness. That Juyeonâs affection, despite the adrenaline it gives her, is compatible with an innocent child confessing to their teacher. It is a part of growing up.Â
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And the sunset stands at the lower end of the sky and spreads its vivid colors over the horizon. Y/n turn away from the painting-like view and stare at Juyeonâs expression when the orange shade leaks from the horizon line and bleeds throughout the ocean. The scenery to their right as they walk past unknown conversations, and couples with knitted hands. In the other end of two directions, are painted signs, booths and hangers of clothes in shades reminiscent of the scene beside them.Â
âShould we get something to eat?â Y/n looks up at Juyeon who returns the same expression with, in contrast, a lowered head. To stand at the railing over the ocean edge as he nods. She smiles and releases his hand to walk towards the booth with a blue fabric sign and smoke escaping from the open points. Though, one step from his being, and his hands come back to her own. She looks behind her again and sees his immense eyes looking back at her as if watching disarray. Together with how his hand consoles her own like he misses it.Â
âI need to buy it.â Y/n smiles.Â
âCanât I go with you.â He takes a step closer while still holding her hand.Â
Y/n look at his eyes and slight pout. How the wind braids itself with his hair and takes it, but miserably fails, so it settles before his eyes. Y/n thinks of the near past, and remembers all decisions. How at this time in this space, herself one month ago would have sighed and gripped his hand a bit tighter. To secure him that there is never an empty space beside him. But as another moth went by and the moon changed its patterns, she came to think of his fragile heart and first discovery of the world around him. To let his person grow beautifully, he too should stand before Earth with his own feet. Look at its sides and discover its beauty, not her.Â
Y/n shakes her head, âStay here, Iâll be back soon.â She pats his head and runs away. This time, Juyeon lets her hand escape his own.Â
For a second, Juyeon looked in the opposite directions of his surroundings. Life as complex as his own passes him as if it all is nothing. The faces of the people become stranger and they all merge into one. The very real presence of others makes him shake his head and concentrate on the back of Y/nâs figure and how she stands in the queue. A bit less than a minute and the sun has fallen another centimeter towards the water, in contrast to Juyeon who has stayed in the same space she left him in.Â
âHey?â He feels a touch to the shoulder of his shirt. A girl stands beside him at the railing, staring at him with rather dull eyes. Juyeon turns behind him, but none of the people on the forever long railing turn to face her.Â
âHey?â She says again and Juyeon points at himself.Â
âYeah, you.â She nods and his eyes widens.Â
âMy friend thinks youâre cute.âÂ
The girl five centimeters beneath him wears an expression contrasting to the sun's drowned path. Juyeon watches her, who shows no emotions, therefore he slowly brings his hands closer to his chest. To break eye contact with her, his eyes yearn for the person under the smoke and thin roof. But to his heart that flows continuously and hands that grasp whateverâs familiar, she stands with her back towards him.Â
âSo?â Her voice overpowers the incoming wind and the waves crashing against the edge. How her body stands frozen as theyâve stared at each other, but suddenly she releases her crossed arms and motions her shoulders. His hands tightly knitted together come even closer to his chest under the sweater. When she sighs quietly, Juyeon feels a rush to bring him one meter below where his eyes fall now. To become out of reach towards human emotions and run under the nearest flower pot.Â
âYes or no?â She asks again. Juyeonâs eyes grow larger and the ends fall into a sort of curved motion. At this point, a white question mark has drawn itself over his head.Â
âAre you going out? Taking her number?â She looks over her shoulder and tilts her head towards the friend again, âYou think sheâs cute too?âÂ
His eyes insist on keeping themselves open. To switch between hers and the girlâs presence underneath one tree. The two scenes start fading into one, colors leak into the otherâs surface and the forms of the world become curved. Juyeon finally closes his eyes and feels the water accumulate on its end.Â
âForget it.â The girl sighs. Her white shoes hit the wood beneath them. How her hair follows the motions of her heels turning the other direction from his.Â
A tension suspended to his shoulders, falters as Juyeon watches how her silhouette will falter from his vision. A bicycle passes him to grab his attention, and as it leaves the framed world, his eyes fall back on Y/n who talks with the person in white cloth behind the cart. At that moment, Juyeonâs hands let go of the other one and he takes for the first time one step closer to the other person leaving his sight.Â
âCan you help me with something?â The girl turns back to Juyeon standing with one hand over his nape.Â
She stays quiet for a few seconds.Â
âSure,â she sighs, âwhat do you want?âÂ
To search the world for phrases and listen to the conversations behind him, âIs that a good way to ask someone to be your girlfriend?âÂ
Her eyes dissect his life and his inner self. It uncomfortably tickles his shoulders and withers his height. Â
âI meanâŠâ He scratches his nape again, âwhat your friend did.â he clarifies.Â
The silence that comes after his questions is rather painful. Despite constant talking and surrounding them, it canât save the dying air between them. The sunset is right between tier two silhouettes, but is all but magical.Â
âYeahâŠâ she looks at him weirdly, âI guess.âÂ
âOkay.â He smiles brightly, âThank you.âÂ
âNo problem.â The girl walks away with furrowed eyebrows.Â
Juyeon, paints and sculpts the world in his mind when the friend under the tree eagerly walks towards the other one. He doesnât see how she waves her hand before her friendâs face and turns her back onto the sea.Â
When the sun has moved another centimeter down the horizon, Juyeon stands watching it falling towards its death. He hears footsteps become all the clearer from behind, and while smiling, he turns his back on the scene in order to become a background, and fully faces Y/n. In both her hands she holds a rectangular cardboard piece. The plate with its fascinating textures and worldly colors.Â
âSorry it took some time.â She hands him one of the plates and Juyeon receives it with both hands.Â
âDid it go well?âÂ
She watches how his head lifts when he stops staring at the food in his palms. A wind comes right the moment he looks up and catches some of his hair strands. A part of her heart drowns in the sunset when he smiles after her question. Juyeon nods so that his fringe follows his motions and Y/n reach her hand out for it. She forces one strand to the left and Juyeon watches her face as she does. Thereafter, Y/n follows the patterns of his hair and comes to the highest point. Her hand gently brings the strands down to his scalp, and Juyeon closes his eyes and brings his head down to her height.Â
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âEric?âÂ
The youngest at the table looks up from his phone to see Juyeon with his arms folded over the table. Those eyes, immersive and bright from the sunlight behind the store window. Juyeon is slightly leaned over the white table and Eric, naturally, forces his eyes wider to mirror Juyeon before him.Â
âI need your help,â He says with seriousness. How Juyeonâs posture lean on the rest of his chair, and his eyes on a single point as if everything else has faded from him. Eric lets go of his phone fully, resting with the screen down against the white painted surface.Â
âWhat is it?â To fully reciprocate his question, he too leans forward. Ericâs full attention lands on his friend, even when the bell from the front door chimes, he wonât look away.Â
âYou need to make me Y/nâs boyfriend.âÂ
Juyeon watches how Ericâs posture sinks in the single second those words leave his mouth. That expression, Juyeon thinks. It's all evocative to the girl from the sunset ocean.Â
âOkayâŠ?â He leans back into the chair, knitted eyebrows and a confused look towards him on the other side of the table. âWhy?â Though, the question leaves his lips and his eyes observes Juyeonâs, a view of himself in birdâs eye perspective takes him off the back rest. Instead Eric leans forward again.Â
âOr I guess thatâs obvious,â Eric says as Juyeon looks at him with hands in his laps, âWhy canât you do it on your own?âÂ
Juyeonâs eyes across the table, looking at Eric himself, turned his back on God. At some point, Eric tilts his head and lifts one eyebrow. To live in the same apartment should be enough to find confidence in one's own relationship, he thinks. But as Eric finds no sympathy in Juyeonâs condition, the one with a confused way of looking at the world, earnestly shakes his head. Those eyes alone and the stare that reaches across the table, is enough to make Eric lean back again.Â
âItâs not the right way.â Juyeon still shakes his head. The palm of his hands land on the plastic surface of the white table.Â
Eric, once again, knits his brows and brings his arm to cross one under.Â
âThereâs a ârightâ way to do it?!âÂ
Juyeon nods.Â
Eric sighs, his head directs itself towards the ceiling. One square of the white patterns sits two centimeters off its white border. His vision falls back to where it was before, and Juyeon once again becomes the center of it. Eric lets his hands drop from the cross over his chest and he asks;Â
âOkay, tell me then, what should I do?âÂ
His hands in his lap. How his fingers have started to fiddle with the other and Juyeon is enchanted by the motions and fabrics that follow it, âYou tell her that your friend thinks sheâs cute.â
Eric stares with wide eyes, lost its vigor during the ten steps the minute visor has moved on the wall behind him. Another coworker passes them by, asking them to walk over to the counter to take the next person who chimes the bell. Eric watches how, the second those words leave the person's mouth, Juyeon stands up from his seat to face him, the one that gave them order fully. How the fabric of their aprons lifts when he who has them orders turn back to the colorless door three meters away. Juyeon looks back at Eric who still hasnât stood up. Juyeonâs arm reaches to his mid tight, and they hang awkwardly there like decorations when he asks;Â
âCan you do it?âÂ
Eric wonders whether the older guy before him has a dating life more depressing than the rusted bench outside the window, as he sits there. Or hold some sort of romantic power, too strong and creative for his simple mind.Â
âSure, Iâll do it.âÂ
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Two friends sit in the inner corner of the room, right by the pink letters on the window. How the r&b playlist paints time in this space and to Eric, who stands at the register without current purpose, each word becomes distinct despite its faint presence. Eric watches the clock on the right side of the room. How the second visor completes another round of teh silver frame, and the minute visor lands on a perfect number. Behind him is another one of their workers in white apron, but Juyeon is nowhere to be seen. And before Eric leaves the register, the clear chime of the golden bell goes off and casts itself over the bakery.Â
He turns away from the backroom and sees Y/n wave at him from the white frame. A bag decorates her left shoulder and her hair in turn falls over the fabric straps. It is a slightly colder season than before, so with time, her clothes have gotten all thicker to protect the skin from the cold. Y/n comes up to the counter and greets him, similar to the birds singing when the first flowers in spring grow. The hands on the counter fall to his sides and he greets her too.Â
Another second passes and the expression of spring converts into something differently. To look for the sprouts of life in mid-winter, there is nothing for her to find. Eric sees how her chin lifts to see the space behind him.Â
âWhereâs Juyeon?â Her eyes speak of liquid moonlight.Â
âHeâs getting something, outside.â Eric looks around, âHeâs here soon.âÂ
She nods. With only the barely one meter register between them, there is a silence created when two desperately try to solve a sentence in desperation to fill time.Â
âI need to ask you something.â Eric stammer. The counter surface covers the patterns drawn by his white shoes. Y/n opens her eyes a bit wider and grabs the single strap on her shoulder. Juyeonâs question runs circles in his mind. To keep reaching back towards the kitchen.
âMy friend thinks youâre cute.â Eric finally says.
Her eyes widen while her arms become rigid.Â
âI-thatâs flatteringâ Y/n stammer, âbutâŠâÂ
Her voice fades to silence as Eric tilts his head. Y/n continuously blinks as the side of his head desperately leans towards the left. To look at the erratic behavior, until she catches how a silhouette comes out from behind the metal. His hand on the silver side and the strands over lustrous eyes, it all that has carved itself a space in her heart. Y/n see it all, only for a second, but it is enough to understand Ericâs exact language and square demeanor.Â
âOh.â Y/n smiles and looks at Eric. He, in contrast, furrows his eyebrows and leans towards her. Seek for another soul in the room to connect over his, what Eric thinks is, love-drowned behavior.Â
âTell him to meet me outside then.â Y/n straightens her posture and walks outside. The bell goes off again and Eric is left staring at the empty spot without traces.Â
The second the chime from the edge reaches the far corner of the kitchen. Juyeon comes out from the metal covering his presence. That the skin of his hands cover a significant part of the outer edge of the metal machine. Ericâs back faces Juyeon and he fully frees himself from the cover and walks up to him.Â
âWhat did she say?â Juyeon asks, his eyes drowned in moonlight glitter.Â
Eric, at the register, finally stops staring at the point Y/n departed from.Â
âTo meet you outside.â Eric says without any sort of surgarcoat lining between his words. As his face watches over Juyeonâs, the bright light from outside becomes uncovered by the clouds just as his lips beam. Â
How the two last digits on their phones count upwards as they bring the chairs over tables and take the mop to clean off the irregular pattern over the wooden floor. The bell chimes endlessly as the workers leave the room with windows from floor to ceiling. Juyeon and Eric are the last two out of the bakery, and Eric brings the keys to the door and a low sound comes from within the door when he turns his wrist.Â
Juyeon turns away from the frame and out over the city. As the buildings ascend above the square bakery and between the towers that pierce through the atmosphere, the setting sun beams its last warmth for the day. The two of them take their step down the stairs. Only four steps or two until they reach the sidewalk concrete and wave the other goodbye. And when Juyeon sees Ericâs back face him and his shadow paints itself over the street and reaches the cars on the other side, he turns behind him.
How the tiles of the sidewalk and sunlight lead him straight to the bench where she stands. The shadow beneath her feet follows the motion of her right hand as she waves to him. For a single moment, Juyeon stands on the tiles as if theyâve forced him down onto them. But in reality, that the earth round the sun in a forever circle seems unbearable. Because, when Y/n takes a step closer towards his existence, the entire solar system could circle around her.Â
âDid work go well?â Her voice is soft and familiar of daily life as she stands before him. When she looks at him attentively, he nods so that the loose fabrics around his body follow it. Soon after, Y/n take the end fabric of his sleeve and gently pull his body towards her own. Sounds of shoe surface scratching against the rough tiles reach his ears, and then, theyâre letting the street guide them further down the city.Â
People become faceless as they enter the immense circle in the middle of the city. Juyeon grabs onto Y/nâs arm and she looks up to see his eyes follow the paths of strangers. How they cross red light and half way through, then color turns on its spectrum and the green light illuminates the concrete. The constant pitched sound pattern grabs onto his mind and torments a part of each senses. Y/n watches how his eyes closes. Without another second between the two cars and two groups of people before them, Y/n brings the left side of his body closer to her right. By nearly running, the two of them get to the end edge of the street.Â
Juyeon finally opens his eyes when a wind blows past his lids. The maze of skyscrapers, signs and music have opened up before them. And now they stand on the path dividing the capital into two. Once again, they stand by the side of the city river and soon walk where the railing paints the edge of the water. Like the couples, parents with children in neon blue padded jackets and high school friends on bicycles, they follow the railing up towards each bridge that decorates horizontally over the vertical river.Â
Conversations of people without faces crosses their life and fades before they get to comprehend it. They walk past one bridge, and how the pillars underneath it shows its true massiveness. Though, as they walk there, side by side in the illuminated city center, Juyeon continuously takes glances at her beside him.Â
To go through the scene in intricate detail. Count the seconds and paint the motions, Juyeon canât find the strings attaching Ericâs help at the bakery to their moment by the river. Despite receiving his question and answering it, in what he guesses, is a positive manner, she once again is by his side without a mention of his action. Though, he thinks back on the scene during the sunset, when the girl said her friend thought he was cute. She never got beyond that. What is supposed to happen after that? he thinks. Has the universe now, with that acknowledgement at the bakery woven together their existences? Will a sensation from another world visit his dreams?Â
The thoughts rushes from his mind out towards his fingers and radiate to the deepest corners of his body. Juyeon once again looks at Y/n when they come to the next bridge where three benches stand in a pattern of two meters in between.Â
âAre we together now?â He asks suddenly.Â
His voice binds her heart to his own, therefore, her body, with just a small measure shifts closer to his own. Y/n looks up towards him with eyes mirroring the open river and chin a bit higher as if to compare each feature under his fringe. When they walk like this, Y/n waits for his lips to imitate the crescent moon that stands before them. But instead, a midnight streak in his eyes pulsates before her and his lips slightly apart.Â
âWhat?â She asks.Â
Juyeon stops one step before her in the midst of the river path and asks again âAre we together?â
Another wind comes between them when they stand one meter away from the other. How the couples and workers walk past them without lending a lens towards the two of them in the midst of the open path. Y/nâs vision covers when the wind takes one of hair strands, and without looking away from him before her, she forces it back between her ears.Â
âYou need to tell me.â The words fall desperately as his fingers begin fiddling with the other. His eyebrows fall into a sort of outward motion. Another flash before the pupil pulls on her heart and forces her to breathe out.Â
âI-weâre notâŠâ She stammers.Â
Juyeonâs shoulders falter even deeper. Tragic weather has taken on the single square where they stand. The continuous motions of her chest is the only part of her that can be seen from outside, as she watches how his eyes fall to her shoes.Â
âIt hurts me, Y/n.â He breathes, âcanât you feel it too?âÂ
Despite standing in the midst of the overcrowded city, a silence only at the edge of the world has fallen over it. Y/n opens her lips as if sheâs about to answer him, but the silence draped over the buildings that circle them like walls, spreads like poison through her veins. To voice so much of a vowel, sheâs afraid venom will falter.Â
âBut itâs not like that, Juyeon.â She takes a step closer, âYou donât love me.âÂ
The calmness of the sunset evening is gently wrapped between her fingers. And when her hand reaches out to his shoulder, it tears off in one motion and falls to the floor and withers. Juyeon backs away. The evershining in his eyes that she has come to adore, has melted off his pupils, becoming liquid starlight at the end of his eyes.Â
âWhat should I do for you to believe me?â He finally breathes, âthat I love you.â The transparent wall suffocating them two, shatters in a single flicker as Juyeon walks out of it. Left before her is an empty space and a cold wind. She looks to the left to see his silhouette become smaller and fall in line with the bench. Her hand between sky and floor, desperately calls for someone to take it.Â
Y/n can feel something gripping at the parts of her lungs as Juyeon walks towards the bench. His silhouette is ever so small against the immense river. When her feet stand in the same position still, and another person brush shoulders against her own to get through. It too, takes onto her skin and forces a deep, cold, metal lining into her heart. Somehow, it turns to the left and Y/n can feel her own knees desperately standing still.Â
When her heart aches, Y/n looks back over the beautiful scene. How in every preservation, she would want to see him in the center. She sees him like this, and the sunset falls over him as if it is their only purpose. In the midst of her existence, he has become smaller. And when standing still at the edge of the world, Y/n realize this sudden fear. That heâll walk along the path without her, and at the end another day, he will have faded like summer when it grace to autumn.Â
Y/n finally leaves the spot behind her without traces. She holds her eyes on his hair as if to make sure that every moment heâll continue to exist.Â
Juyeon looks towards her when she takes the spot beside him.Â
âItâs okay if you donât want to be together.â he looks down, âJust say no.â He says while looking out over the lights in colors to form a path at midnight for those who wander, âBecause, I justâŠwant you to know that I love you.âÂ
When they sit by the river, his profile shows no sign of awareness of her own existence. Memories from before come back to her from every side and force itself into her heart. The scene up on the hill before the same river theyâre beside now, plays behind her lens like a film from before. And when he breathes for a second time and the breeze from the water perfectly lies one strand behind the other. Y/n realizes how much he has grown. His emotions were gently wrapped in three sentences, ending in a yellow silk bow. A sort of sincerity in the golden lining threads her broken parts.
She finally smiles, when she looks at his hand that has reached out for hers. His smile that for the first time falters when heâs with her. At last, another conversation behind them fades and the world has fallen silent.Â
Y/n takes his hand in hers and leans towards him with lowered head. He looks up at her through the hair strands and waits for her words to torment the deepest parts within him.Â
âI love you too, Juyeon.âÂ
For a second, the line between the two falls in complete silence. It is this pitched sound that vibrates in the ceiling of one's ear, and it lingers there as each second passes. Though, finally Juyeon lifts his chin even a bit higher. His eyes clear as the sky curved over their heads and how the edges of his lips have formed a rose pink cradle.Â
âYou do?âÂ
Y/n nods.Â
At this moment, Juyeon fully lifts his legs from the grass growing out between the tiles and crosses them over the bench. His front faces hers without a hidden feature and at last, he takes her other hand in his. And as they sit there under the falling sky, Y/n looks down onto her legs drawing circles on the gray concrete. How Juyeon sees his own life paints hers and he feels that sensation in the hidden corner of himself.Â
The same feeling he recalls from their daily life. A sensation intimate with his new life takes his breath from the lowest parts within him before letting out. And his chest seems to bring him life for an eternity. Â
âCan you feel it too?â Juyeon asks curiously and Y/n looks back up.Â
Her eyes fall wider when he, without signs, brings his hand onto her heart protected in layers. Where the sensation mirrors his own. And an empty field without wind, Y/n watch him without motions. She looks at his eyes that concentrate on the pulsating on his palm.Â
And he gasps with immense eyes, âYou feel it too?âÂ
Y/n nods now with a smile reminiscent of his own. How the melted starlight died. But in the corner of his eyes, she sees the small shine of a newborn star. So delicate but enough to reach her own.Â
And they sit there, legs over the ground and hands intertwined like the bridges beside them. Another pair of people walk past them, and Juyeon looks at her without words. Y/n tilts her head while knitting her eyebrows with her smile.Â
âWhatâs happening now?â He asks as he thinks of the movies playing hours on end by the TV screen. Her own mind fills in the blank spaces where two ears would perk up in union.Â
She smiles even wider and Juyeon canât seem to understand why she does so. As he tilts his head even lower and eyes grow wider, she finally leans forward.Â
âThis.âÂ
Her knees force the rest of her body up a bit higher. And her hands hold him even tighter when her lips fall on his own. Or, she overestimates the height in between them, and instead kisses the upper part of his lip, right underneath his nose. Y/n comes back down with redness from his own lips. At first, he stares at her without words. Expression the same as  before, all until his face lights up like the street lamps in every corner of their city. Â
âItâs so fun kissing you.â He gasps.Â
Y/n herself nearly falls onto the rest behind her, when Juyeon leans forward to press his lips against her own. She laughs and pushes him, the part of his chest right beneath the yellow ribbon. His eyes, like the city, shines up the passing darkness of the season, all while he pouts.Â
âJust once.â She holds up one finger, âOnce.â
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Cat gets jealous :(
Y/n sees how his eyes move on from her own down to the spot beside her feet. She too looks down, Juyeon is brushing his head over her ankles and walks in circles around her.Â
âThis is Juyeon.â Y/n says.Â
Her neighbor kneels down and reaches out his hand. The hand becomes all the more larger the closer he gets to Juyeon. The smell of his skin and light in his eyes. Juyeonâs fur stands up, he takes a step forward as the sharp teeth behind the soft fur shows. Juyeonâs eyes are formed like sirens and stare deeply into the man before them.Â
âJuyeon.â Y/n quickly bends down and takes him in her arms. The stern tone fades into an awkward laugh before she looks down into her arms.Â
âSorry.â The man before her has gone back to the door and holds own hand, âHeâs not usually like that.â Y/n smiles and looks down in her arms cupped to hold his light fur. His paws curl up under his chin and his eyes close when Juyeon can tilt his head onto her shoulder.Â
âItâs okay.â He laughs, âWhere is the leaking?âÂ
/
His hoodie falls over his shoulders like a blanket. In securing warmth from the material, he stands against Y/nâs back, watching how she cuts strawberries. The oven glistens in warm tones and it spreads over the four walls. He calls the sweet aroma from sugar and berries.Â
âWhat is it, Juyeon?â Y/n turn her head back towards him for a second, then focus back towards the fruit. A familiar spark rushes through him when she talks to him with that high voice. He comes even closer and rests his head on her shoulder.Â
âIs it something special?â He asks her. Y/n, despite looking at the plastic board and can only hear his whisper-like voice, sees his ears fold up.Â
She smiles, âThe plumber is coming over again.âÂ
The space on her shoulder becomes cold and she barely feels the edges of his shirt brush against her own. As a divider has moved between the two, Y/n looks behind her again and puts down the knife. In oversized fashion, hair strands scattered over his eyes and a small pout, Juyeon watches her attentively. Despite his disheartened demeanor and distance(distance being in juyeonâs world), Y/n laughs.Â
âI need to thank him, Juyeon.â
His shoulders are still hanging low and the pout on his lips wonât go away. Y/n tilts her head and leans onto the counter.
Juyeon has circled her legs before, held her hand a bit tighter in public or strengthened his posture when someone else exchanged words with her. But when he stands before her right now, there are no walls or filters. With a yearning so transparent and a heart craving for her own, she canât help but adore him even more. Y/n half a strawberry from behind her and walks up to his figure. Because of her motions, Juyeonâs eyes have formed from dissatisfied ones to asking questions. His own head tilts to the side and Y/n looks up at him before bringing the strawberry up to his lips.Â
âDonât sulk, Juyeon.âÂ
He bites down onto the strawberry and nods so that his fringe moves with it. Before bringing her attention back to the counter, Y/n reach her hand out towards the spot where his hair blossoms to all sides.Â
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Cat wants a pet name >:(
How the white curtains lie like a filter over the city during sunday morning. There are no calling responsibilities until another hour has passed them by. Y/n because of that lies with closed eyes, still under the covers. A sort of relief and satisfaction washed over her thirty minutes earlier as she thought she was late for university. But before Y/n could even throw off the sheet, Y/n felt her arm being pulled towards the bed-mit. She fell onto the pillow again and her hair scattered over the fabrics. When she took a glance to her left, she saw Juyeon with closed eyes and his soft skin up against her own.Â
âItâs Sunday.â He whispered and shifted his head closer to hers, between her neck where Y/n felt him breathing deeply.Â
Because of his low voice and silk skin, she could close her eyes without thoughts of dilemma grabbing her neck. Though, now the morning sun has struck her once again, and she shifts her head one step closer to the pillow, as to make sure sheâs alive. Aside from the sun, there is someone else to bring warmth in the room she is in. Y/n has her face immensely close to Juyeonâs. So much that his breathing appears to move her own strands of hair.Â
The clock continuously passes them by when time has stopped in the bed. Juyeonâs hair tickles her bare skin and she takes her hand to comb through his silk strands. His head falls backwards with eyes closed. In this angle, the sunlight strikes him perfectly, she thinks.Â
âY/n?â He whispers and she hums.Â
To take notice how his skin shifts in pink and how his eyes open just to close as quickly.Â
âWhat is it?â Y/n asks.Â
He hesitates, âWhy did you stop calling me kitten?âÂ
âWhy?â He looks through the strands of his fringe.Â
Y/n shifts away from his person, her face towards the white wall and the fabrics in a familiar shade folds over her. âItâs weird"...", she laughs.Â
Juyeon wonât say anything more, or make a sound. And she conceives the way his scent intertwines with her own, that he has gone back to dreaming. But as the white paint of her wall fades from sight and her lids closes, the sheets fall a decimeter lower. The mattress shifts in weight and a sort of coldness comes from the empty spot and makes her pull the covers closer to her essence. Soon, Y/n opens her eyes as the left side of her pillow shifts closer to the morning sun and another presence in the same room affects the poi8nt below her collarbone. As it strains her body, Y/n makes a pained expression before opening her eyes and looks up.
âJuyomi?âÂ
He stays on her chest and takes one step after the other. To walk in circles on her upper body and sway his tail in her face. Y/n sneezes and takes her arms from under the covers and tangles within his fur.Â
âJuyo?â Y/n sighs. Though, her grip around his thin body loosens as he stops turning and takes a seat on her chest. As he sits there, she references all the moments theyâve spent in the same room staring into each otherĂ€s eyes. Juyeonâs head wonât tilt to the left, but behind his small figure waves the tail from left to right in a slow rhythm.Â
âJuyo?â Y/n says again, this time, in a tone much more playful.Â
He walks even closer to her face and disappears beneath her vision. Instead, Y/n senses how his soft fur touches her neck. How Juyeon reaches his head between her chin and chest and lets the warmth of her self affect his own life. And when his face comes up to her ear, she hears faint breaths covered in white silk.Â
âOkay, Juyo,â she says, âI'm tired.âÂ
Y/n wraps her arms around his fragile body and forces him down when she falls to the side. To look slightly down when her hair scatters over the pillow. She sees his eyes up towards hers, how the color spreads large over the white and sparks in the piercing sunlight. A second passes them by and Juyeon lets out a fragile sound before taking his head in her chest.Â
Y/n smiles how he falls blushy and gif eye contact with her in this state. Therefore, she hugs him a bit tighter before closing her eyes and falling asleep again on Sunday morning.Â
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mischievous cat :)
Y/n sits on one of the chairs at the white table. Her chin hangs over the computer as she stares at the black cursor. Though she has fallen into the digital world and nothing seems to be able to force her out of it. All at once, her shoulder falls backwards and she lets out a pained sound as a weight with cold claws lands on her shoulders. Her hands let go of the keyboard and grab the silk fur of the one higher up.Â
âJuyeon, go off.â Y/n says, in which she only gets a meow for an answer.Â
âJuyeon, seriously, weâve talked about this.âÂ
Her words don't seem to reach him, or he doesnât want to listen. His paws start to play with her hair and the collar of her shirt.Â
âIâll give you attention later, I need to work.âÂ
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a/n: def not my best work. I promise to come back with something better! This took way to long than it should haveđ« thanks for readingđ
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Change Your Mind - (l.jy)
âș Pairing:Â fboy best friend!Juyeon x afab!reader
âș Summary:Â You befriend your collegeâs resident fuckboy whoâs been eager to get with you since day one. But after a rollercoaster of emotions between your friendship, he wants you more than you could ever imagine.
âș Word Count:Â 4k (wow who is she?!)
âș Warnings:Â Smut (18+, minors DNI), friends to lovers, mentions of partying, drinking alcohol, fuckboy tendencies (flirting, hookups, ghosting), lying to reader (at first), lots of kissing and making out, dry humping, oral (f! receiving), slight handjob and masturbation, unprotected sex (but he pulls out), aftercare, pet names (sweetheart, baby), a lovesick Juyeon
âș A/N:Â Iâm officially back from my break! Really wanted to take some time off and focus on things irl, canât really say if the break helped bcos I was still stressed haha but anyway!This took me a while to finish up, felt incredibly rusty writing again but glad I was still able to do it đ Considering this as my late birthday greeting for Juyeon. Hope you enjoy this piece! Proofread once. Let me know if I missed anything!
âș Network & Tag: @deoboyznet, and my girlies @aimeecarreros @snowflakewhispers @winterchimez
If anyone told you that youâd end up becoming best friends with one of the most sought out guys in your campus (and not to mention resident fuck boy), you wouldâve laughed at their face. All your life youâve tried to avoid befriending guys like Juyeon. A guy like him just generally gave you the ick.
You never understood how or why people would want to be friends with someone whose only objective is to get into girlâs pants and be praised for it. Not only that, but also playing with someoneâs feelings and just dropping them at an instant was wrong on so many levels.
But here you are, lending him a helping hand while you two clean out his living room after throwing yet another one of his bi-weekly parties, which was usually code for âPlease let me at least make out with someone tonight.â
Itâs crazy how you consider him one of your bestest friends. In another world you both knew this friendship would never work out. You were both opposite of each other in so many ways!
So how did you even end up becoming friends with Juyeon?
Transferring to a different university in the middle of the semester was one of the worst things that could've happened to you. Not only did you have to adjust to a new set of lesson plans and navigate your way around campus, but you also had to sit alone during lunch since practically everyone already knew each other from freshman year and had their own set of cliques.
During your first week, you thought you could at least find a table you could sit with just by going up to the group you vibed with the most and ask politely. But you decided to just sit by yourself instead and avoid any embarrassing introductions. You refused to be known as the weird new girl (which you already felt like one to begin with.)
You tried to fight off the tears emerging from the corners of your eyes as you sat quietly in the corner of the cafeteria, slowly poking the food on your tray as you try to drown out the noise around you.
You wish you didnât have to transfer and leave everything and everyone you knew behind. Yes, you can still call or text your friends, but you knew it was different than actually being with them on campus.
You were convinced youâd be alone for the rest of your years in college. No friends to hang out, laugh, or cry with. No one to go through the same struggles as you. No one to tell you that everything was going to be okay. You were definitely on your own until-
âHey.â The voice suddenly snapping you out of your self-loathing as you look up and see probably one of the most handsome men you have ever seen in your life.
The way his eyes held so much love, how his smile could light up anyoneâs day, and how his aura was something you never felt with anyone before. He was practically radiating sunshine to your already gloomy day. It almost felt too good to be true⊠Because what the hell was he doing here in front of you?
ââŠHi?â You sit up straight as you try to subtly dab off the tears in your eyes.
âI couldn't help but notice you sitting here all alone.â The man gently says.
Great, the first thing he notices about you is how much of a loser you are. But before you could even say anything back he continues on.
âWould you like to come sit with us? We have some space for you at our table.â He slowly smiles at you. You hesitated at first, confused by the whole situation but quickly made up your mind.
âUh⊠yeah, sure! If itâs not any trouble.â You shyly respond.
âOf course not! Canât let a pretty thing like you be all alone on her first week here right?â He holds out his hand to you.
âHow did you-â
âIâm Juyeon.â He interrupts you again. You tell him your name, your cheeks slowly warming up as your hand intertwines with his as he looks deeply into your eyes.
âBeautiful name for a beautiful girl.â He smirks. You felt the butterflies raging within your stomach.
âSo, letâs go?â He waits for your response, but you shyly nod your head instead as proper words get caught up in your throat. Grabbing his hand as you stand up and follow his lead.
You try not to make a fool out of yourself as you feel Juyeonâs hand rest on your lower back as you guides you through the sea of people. As you two are walking towards his table he leans close to your ear and whispers,
âWeâre gonna be best friends, I promise.â
And ever since that day Juyeon really did keep his promise. He helped you catch up with some of the lesson plans you had, guided you around school, and always made sure to leave a space for you beside him during lunch.
You tried to wrap your brain around the idea of how someone like Juyeon just randomly entered your life and swept you off your feet. At first you felt like you were on cloud nine getting the most attention and almost boyfriend-like treatment from him. But as the weeks went by you soon discover that his reputation actually preceded him more than you thought.
You see, it was no secret that Juyeon was somewhat of a playboy. Well, somewhat was an understatement. During the first few weeks since you became friends he would walk you to class almost every time. In those moments you couldnât understand why people would give you such weird looks or whisper to each other whenever you two would pass by.
Maybe it was because you stuck out like a sore thumb as the new girl? You decided not to mind it for a while, pushing down the thought that you were just overthinking all of this⊠that is until you accidentally learned about his reputation and the real reason why he approached you that day.
It was an accident. You were never meant to find out anything about Juyeon. But during a party that he brought you to, a certain loosed-lip drunk friend (Eric) decided to spill everything to you, down to every letter and detail imaginable.
To be honest, it didnât bother you when you found out that Juyeon was indeed a fuck boy. You saw the signs as the weeks passed by.
The way he would flirt with someone while waiting for you to finish class, how the notifications on his phone would show a name of a different girl every week, and even the subtle touches he would leave on you which were definitely not considered friendly but not perverted either. What bothered you the most was finding out the reason why he even wanted to be friends with you.
âHeâs been really working up to have his way with you, you know? And I mean who could blame him? Have you seen yourself? Youâre so fucking hot-â Eric rambles on to you as he tries to lean his body against the wall to keep himself upright, slowly inching his way closer to you. You felt your blood boil in that moment, completely ignoring Ericâs advances.
How could Juyeon do this to you? Even after everything you shared with him about your life, your struggles, your secrets too? And to think you were starting to feel like he could be a really great friend to you. But this? Hell no. You were not about to let some handsome sleazy guy use you like that. Not in this or any lifetime.
You nearly crush the plastic red cup in your hand before storming out of the house, intentionally pushing past Juyeonâs shoulder in the way as he tries to approach you with the most concerned look you had ever seen on his face.
He ran after you that night. He even dropped on his knees begging for forgiveness in front of a crowd of drunk college people too. Over the top sure, but somehow you knew his apology wasnât just a one and done thing.
And after the humiliating lecture you gave him as well as the list of promises he had said he will be doing in order to make up for his mistakes, you decided to give him another chance.
In return of accepting his apology, you offered to help him get out of his fuck boy tendencies and be his âguardian angelâ. Juyeon was reluctant of the idea at first because it would mean he couldnât be free to do as he pleased but he eventually gave in. He had to because well⊠He did owe you a lot for lying to you in the first place.
Somewhere in your mind you knew this could turn out to be a bad idea. Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me, or however the saying goes. But Juyeon was different.
You knew somewhere in that deep conceited mind of his there was a version of him that was actually a good guy. A guy that can actually learn how to not fool around and maybe one day, find someone worth changing for.
You can tell it was a struggle for him at the beginning. But eventually he started to lessen the flirting, the hookups, the ghosting, and more.
Gone were the days where Juyeon had a line of women wrapped around his fingers (because they were too many of them to count). Dating was still a thing for him, but he had said and even showed you that he would take them seriously and not just move onto the next one as easily as he did before.
Eventually you realized over time that Juyeon turning over a new leaf was also becoming a struggle for you especially at parties when he would come up to you nearly drunk out of his mind, his subconscious would revert back to his old habits and he would act them all out on you.
His hands subtly snaking around your hips, your waist, how he would brush the hair off your neck and leave a warm kiss on shoulder. The way he would smile at you like a lovesick fool, never leaving your side as he attempts to drop his corny pickup lines.
Or the way he would jokingly confess how badly he wanted to kiss you. You knew he wasnât in the right state of mind, that he was just being his old self. But it really did confuse you because sometimes it felt all too real.
Now you understood why someone could fall so easily for Juyeon. It was second nature to him.
You tried so hard not to give into his appetite especially in those moments. But it was becoming difficult each time since you the crush you had on him from the first day you met was screaming to be set free, desperate to overtake your heart and soul and just allow him to do as he pleased, no matter the consequences.
The many âwhat-ifâsâ that crossed your mind when you were alone in your room at night had plagued you constantly. Your walls were starting to crack and it was making you lose your self control around him.
âMaybe one little kiss wouldnât hu-â No. You shouldnât. The whole point of staying friends with Juyeon was to guide him to being a better person. It wasnât about you or how you felt at all!
But⊠how bad could it be to become selfish just one moment in your life?
âWow, Iâm so tired.â Juyeon plops down on the sofa as you finish up collecting all the empty bottles and cups around the room. After the last bottle was thrown inside the trash bag you washed your hands and plopped right next to him.
You instantly close your eyes and let out a huge sigh of relief, showing the same exhaustion as he felt. As you stay silent and enjoy this quiet moment, Juyeon canât help but just stare at you. He watches how your chest slowly moves up and down and tries to commit to memory the little details of your face.
You look so beautiful right now, he thinks to himself. As you always have since the first time he saw you. But he pushes down the feeling deep within his gut, having given up pursuing you a while back. But it doesn't hurt to look every once in a while right?
As soon as you open your eyes again, you catch him staring at you with a look in his eyes you canât quite read. You chuckle at how silly heâs being and turn your body slightly to face him.
âWhat?â You ask.
âI-Itâs nothing.â He shakes his head.
âCâmon, what is it? You can tell me.â You semi pout, and how can Juyeon say no to you?
âI was thinking-â
âOh no heâs thinking.â You fake gasp and giggle as he playfully nudges your shoulder in return.
âItâs just- I still canât believe how we ended up as friends despite everything, you know?â He smiles gently.
âMe too.â You respond, âTo be honest, if I had known about your reputation before we met I wouldâve rejected you that day.â
âYeah?â Juyeonâs eyes grow wider as he scoots closer to you. He places his hand on your knee, making you become nervous all of a sudden. âAnd why is that?â
âW-wellâŠâ you feel a lump forming in your throat, the way his cologne invades your thoughts and has your head slowly spinning. Is it getting hot in here or is that just you?
âBecause, guys like you just arenât my type thatâs all. And well-â
âCan I tell you a secret?â Juyeon interrupts you as he looks into your eyes. You nod in response.
âI haven't been with anyone else ever since that night you confronted me about my behavior.â He pauses for a moment. Dead silence filled the air as he waited for your response while you tried to grasp what he was trying to say.
âHuh? What about that girl you were with last week? Or the one you were texting?â You softly ask.
âI... I lied about them.â Juyeon looks away from you, afraid to look at your reaction. He looks up at the ceiling, pushing down any regret heâs feeling at the moment admitting the truth to you.
âBut, why?â Your voice laced with concern.
âIt felt wrong to be with those girls. To even think about kissing or touching them the way I would've back then, becauseâŠâ He looks back at you, his hand on your knee now traveling up to your lap.
ââŠAll I ever thought about in those moments was you.â
You felt your heart running a mile a minute. Eyes widening at his sudden confession.
âGod youâre so beautiful it kills me inside.â he raises his hand and cups your jaw, thumb slowly stroking your cheek as his gaze turns into something more than just lust.
You subtly catch him quickly looking at your lips, your eyes nearly fluttering shut as he leans in closer. And with your lips just millimeters apart, he suddenly stops.
âBut who am I kidding? I know you donât see me that way-â Juyeon retracts his head, his face expressing a certain kind of sadness you canât seem to properly label. You can feel your heart pounding in your ears as you watch him slowly slip away from you.
âJuyeon I-â
âItâs alright, Iâm probably drunk. Just- forget what I said.â He shakes his head, but before he can attempt to get up from the couch, you grab his wrist. âNo.â You sternly say.
Juyeon slowly sits back down on the couch and scoots really close to you, thighs pressing against one another. His eyes donât leave yours, waiting for what you have to say or do.
âS-show me. Show me you mean it. Every word you just said.â
âYou donât know how long Iâve been waiting for you to tell me that.â Juyeon lunges forward and wastes no time as he leans in to kiss you. His pillowy lips feeling like heaven as he guides your lips with his, both melting into one another like it was always meant to be.
As your arms start to wrap around his neck Juyeon pulls you in closer, his body slowly falls backwards onto the couch. His hands desperately grabbing your hips to make you straddle his lap.
Juyeon whimpers into your mouth as soon as his straining bulge rubs against your core. His member throbs harder as you begin to roll your hips subconsciously.
Heâs fucked way too many times to count but for some reason, grinding yourself onto his crotch makes him feel like an untouched virgin all over again.
He swears he can burst inside his boxers any second now if you keep doing this to him, especially with the soft little moans coming out of your mouth that sound so sweet.
Juyeon pulls away from your lips and starts to kiss your neck, mapping out his kisses until he finds the spot that makes you melt into a puddle. He knows heâs found that spot as your moans become louder and drag on longer.
He starts to wrap his arms around your torso and without warning, he flips you both over, making you squeal as he giggles at your reaction. His eager hands waste no time to unbutton your jeans as he continues to leave marks on your neck. You slightly push him away as you feel him slowly sneaking one hand into your pants.
âWait-â You grab his wrist before he goes any further.
âDo you want to stop?â He waits for your answer.
âNo itâs not that.â Your eyes close for a moment as you catch your breath.
âItâs- well- Itâs been a while I've since done this. I- I might not be good for you.â Juyeon senses the worry in your eyes. He leans down to kiss the space between your eyebrows, his free hand caressing your cheek.
âOh sweetheart⊠youâll always be too good for me.â He smiles down at you. âYou sure you still want this?â You nod your head instantly.
âUse your words baby, need to hear you say it. Tell me what you want.â His hand travels to your neck and gives it a soft squeeze. The act alone is enough to get you dizzy again.
âWant you- want you to touch me, please.â You look up at him so innocently.
Juyeon leans in to kiss you passionately once more, his tongue immediately intertwining with yours. He helps you out of your pants in the process not wanting to pull his lips away from yours until he tugs the hem of your shift and lifts it off, leaving you wearing nothing but your underwear on.
His kisses start to travel oh so slowly from your lips all the way to your inner thighs. Juyeon can feel himself pre cumming at the deep inhale of your panty covered core. The wet patch luring him in to kiss it and practically mouth your covered folds.
You let out yet another ethereal moan as your fingers weave through his hair. His hands slowly pull the garter of your underwear down, throwing the damp material behind him as he continues on with his ministrations.
Juyeon wastes no time and grabs the back of your thighs and placing them over his shoulder, making sure that his face is locked onto your throbbing core. He kisses your folds before suddenly darting his warm wet tongue between them, reveling in the taste of you before flicking your sensitive bud. He looks up to watch your reactions, which motivate him to keep on going.
âP-pleaseâŠâ You whine as he hums and sucks on your clit. Juyeon doesnât even need you to tell him what you want, by the sound of your moans and the way your thighs slowly squeeze his head he knows youâre getting closer to the edge.
He nearly lets go himself when you reach your high without warning, the sudden burst of your essence onto his lips as you moan out his name was something he never thought would feel so divine.
He pulls himself up and goes back to kissing you, tasting yourself on his tongue has your core throbbing for him once again. Your hands hastily helping him unbutton his own pants along with his boxers as he pulls them down and kicks them to the side.
Your mouth waters at the sight of his impressive length, your hand instantly wrapping around his member as you stroke him slowly. âOh s-shit.â He growls into your ear.
âWant you inside me Juyeon, want you to fuck me.â You whisper in his ear. He grabs your wrist to stop, holding his own member as he aligns it with your entrance.
âDonât want to fuck you-â He mumbles. You pull away from him, confused by his words. His other hand grabs the back of your neck as he pulls your face closer to his.
â-Want to make love to you.â He whispers into your mouth. And before you know it heâs pushing his entire cock inside you, bottoming out instantly. You both moan into each otherâs mouths at the stretch. Juyeon moves his hips slowly as he starts to fuck you deeply, making sure you feel all of him going in and out of your pussy.
Juyeon wishes this moment could last forever, but the way your walls grip onto his member like a vice brings him closer to the edge faster than he had hoped. Especially with how youâre moaning into his mouth and wrapping your arms around his neck so tight? He was a goner.
Heâs never fucked anyone like this before, and now he canât imagine doing this with anyone else except you.
With every deep thrust, you feel yourself on the verge of cumming for the second time. Each stroke hitting that sweet spot in you has you reaching for the stars.
âFuck Juyeon, youâre gonna make me cum again.â You whine as the wet sounds you're both making has you feeling dizzy.
âCâmon sweetheart, cum on my cock. God you can keep cumming on my cock as much as you want I donât care.â His thrusts start to pick up the pace. âIâm yours forever.â
Those three words were enough to snap the coil within, breathing heavily as your walls flutter around his length. Youâre so caught up in your own head you donât realize Juyeon uttering a string of whimpers until you feel him quickly pull out his cock and blow his load all over your stomach.
The both of you take a moment to calm down from your highs before Juyeon gets up to each for the box of tissue on the coffee table. You watch him gently clean you up before he pulls his boxers back on to find your discarded underwear and also helps you put it back on.
He hovers above you before leaning down to leave small kisses around your face and on your lips. You caress his cheek slowly as he leans into your touch.
âDid you mean it? Everything you said?â You softly ask him.
âDown to every letter.â He responds. âBut⊠I think you broke me.â
âBroke you? How?â You playfully scrunch your eyebrows at him.
âDonât want to see myself with anyone else now.â
âOh really?â You raise an eyebrow. âAnd how should I fix it then?â He smirks and kisses you again,
âLet me take you out on a date and weâll call it even.â
#deoboyznet#juyeon smut#lee juyeon#juyeon#tbz smut#the boyz smut#the boyz hard hours#tbz scenarios#the boyz fic#the boyz fanfic#tbz drabbles#the boyz scenarios#tbz hard hours#kpop smut
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TRY HARD
SUMMARY: Need to get rid of some junk? Well these college hunks will haul YOUR junk! Give us a call at xxx-xxx-JUNK and weâll haul YOUR junk for FREE! (limited time offer)
GENRE: smut, crack, fluff, minimal angst
PAIRING: Lee Juyeon x afab!reader (ft. sangyeon, sunwoo, and chanhee)
WC: 8.7k (oops)
SERIES MASTERLIST
PERM TAGLIST: @winterchimez @juyeonszn
18+ MDNI AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED
WARNINGS: name calling (reader calls Juyeon stripper boy, baby, and pretty boy. Juyeon calls reader pretty girl), swearing, mentions of college parties, Y/N roasts Juyeon like a lot, Juyeon stops a door with his foot, one bed trope (for like two seconds), sunwoo slander (learning from Fawn <3) Juyeon is not god's strongest soldier, masturbation (m and kinda f), p in v sex, implied unprotected sex, restraints are used, dom!reader kinda, bratty!Juyo kinda, really poor attempts at humor, i think there's more but that covers the big stuff
A/N: This was NOT supposed to be almost 9k. It was supposed to be 3k at MOST but i will not lie i will prolly end up doing this again for most of the fics I'm putting out for this collab oops. Anywayyyyy let's kick off the collab with arguably my funniest fic.
The first time you meet Lee Juyeon, youâre dressed in sleep shorts and the biggest sweatshirt in your closet. Heâs standing at your door, and for a moment you canât help but be confused by the fact that yes, there is a hot man in a white tank top and cargo pants leaning against your doorframe. And yes, he is, in fact, there for you and not the girls living down the hall from you.Â
And, to be fair, it wasnât your fault that you thought he was a stripper. Really, it wasnât. Itâs not every day that you see a guy with a body to die for and the face of an angel.Â
âAre you some sort of stripper?â For a moment, the two of you are quiet. Thereâs a look of pure astonishment on his face that eventually turns into him fighting back a grin.Â
âDo you want me to be?â His tongue brushes over his lower lip while he scans you up and down and you scoff.Â
âNo. The girls youâre probably looking for are down the hall, the last door on the right.â You begin to shut the door. âHave fun.âÂ
âWait!â His foot catches in the door before you can slam it shut and you hear him swear loudly. âShit, that did not feel good.âÂ
âAre you fucking stupid?â You swing the door open again, scowling at him. âWhy would you try to catch this heavy ass door with your foot?âÂ
âI thought it would look cool!â He winces, one hand gripping your door frame and the other cradling his aching foot. âLike in the movies!â
âI donât know if you know thisâŠâ you trail off, squinting at him and realizing you have no idea who this man is. âStripper boy,ââ
âJuyeon,â you can practically hear his teeth grinding as he speaks. You hum.
âStripper boy,â you bob your head. âThatâs what Iâm gonna call you.â
âPlease donâtââ
âAnyway,â you interrupt again. âI donât know if you know this, but romance movies are fictional. Of course, itâs not gonna look like the prop door and theyâre gonna catch it like itâs nothing. This, however,â you hit your fist against your door, âis solid metal. Not gonna feel good when you catch this shit, dumbass.â
âWhatever,â Juyeon rolls his eyes and straightens his body out. âI was just making my rounds across campus, wanted to see if youâd be interested in supporting your local fraternity.â
You raise an eyebrow, reaching your hand out to take the flier from his hand.Â
College Hunks Hauling Junk!
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âCollege hunks hauling junk,â you canât help but laugh at the name and take the flier from Juyeonâs hands. He grins at you. âPeople are actually paying you guys to haul their shit away?âÂ
He shrugs. âItâs free, technically. Youâre allowed to donate, but weâre really just doing it for free. You know, help out fellow students and spread the word.âÂ
âYou sure it wouldnât be easier to just do some stripping if you canât pay the rent?â You ask. âAlso, what do you mean spread the word?âÂ
âIâm glad you asked.â Juyeon points a finger at the bottom of the flier, completely disregarding the first part of your sentence. Fuck, his hands are big.
This ad also doubles as your invitation to Tau Beta Zetaâs parties for the rest of the semester. Cash this in at any time and get into ANY parties for free! (Code word will be given at the time of flier being cashed in) (Girls get in for free, Guys $5 @ the door)
âWeâre having a little competition with the sorority down the road from us,â Juyeon explains. âWhoever has more people by the end of the semester gets to host the end-of-the-year party and the other frat or sorority has to buy food and drinks.âÂ
You stare at the paper for a second, pondering your options. Then you smile, look up at the man that you are still pretty damn sure is a stripper, and hand back the flier.Â
âIâm good, thanks.â
The door shuts, and you turn to go back to bed. The sound of paper sliding across the ground stops you, and you can see in the faint light that streams under your door that Juyeon slipped the flier into your room.Â
Fucking try hard.
The second time you see Lee Juyeon, heâs handing out fliers again. Only he isnât walking around random apartment buildings with a weird seductive look that you honestly donât doubt was working. This time, heâs in a hoodie and jeans and walking around the center of campus with people that you can only assume are his frat brothers.Â
At first, you almost donât recognize him, but then his eyes meet yours, and you can see the corners wrinkle when he smiles. Again, youâre confused. Is he smiling at you?Â
Your head whips around, trying to find someone around you that he might be looking at, and when you turn around again, Juyeon is approaching you.
âHave you thought about it, pretty girl?â He asked and you stared at him dumbly for a moment. Did he just call you pretty girl?Â
âThought about what?â He holds up that flier again, placing it in your hands similarly to the other night. âOh.â
âDid you think I was kidding?â He leans down slightly, keeping eye contact. Your free hand places itself on his chestâ which you hadnât realized before was very solidâ and pushes him back. He barely moves. In fact, you are the one who gets pushed back.Â
âListen, stripper boyââ
âJuyeonââÂ
âStripper boy,â you mimic the exasperated tone he uses with you. âIf I wanted an invitation to a stereotypical frat party with a bunch of drunk 20-somethings and cheap beer and bad pizza and try-hard men like yourself, I wouldâve gone by now.â You fold up the flier, smoothing out the edges before holding it out to him. He doesnât take it, and you can see the gears turning in his brain.Â
âSo what youâre saying,â he starts to smile and steps toward you again.â
âStripper boy,â you warn.
ââŠis that thereâs a chance?â
âAbsolutely not, there is not a chance in hell that Iâm gonna call some college hunks to haul junk out of my college apartment that I can barely afford to live in let alone pay you to take things out of.â Juyeon shrugs.
âLike I said, payment is optional and can come inâŠâ he wiggles his eyebrows at you, âmany different forms, pretty girl.â
âThatâs gross, stripper boy.â You scrunch up your nose and he laughs. âAlso, why are you calling me that?â
âCalling you what?â his smile only grows and you huff.Â
âPretty girl.â
âBecause you are a pretty girl.âÂ
âNo, Iâmââ You catch yourself in the sentence when he leans forward onto the tips of his toes, ready to stop you. âYou know what, fuck you. I know that was a dirty little trick and Iâm not gonna fall for it just so you can swoop in and say something like oh nooo, donât say that about yourself! Youâre so pretty! And then youâll tuck my hair behind my ear and youâll try to kiss me and thenââ You stop yourself again. Juyeonâs smile is almost scary at this point, stretching all the way across his face as if this had been his plan all along and you walked right into it.Â
âAnd thenâŠ?â He teases.Â
ââŠfuck you and your frat, stripper boy. God, you guys are such try-hards.â
You hold onto the flier this time, whether too embarrassed to give it back or genuine curiosity, you arenât sure. You do know that you canât stop the pounding in your chest, or the heat rising in your cheeks.Â
âWho was that?â Sunwoo slings an arm over Juyeonâs shoulder, both men watching you walk away with the flier held tightly in your hand. Juyeon smiles.Â
âJust someone I know.âÂ
âDidnât look like she was too happy to see you.â Sunwoo snickers and drops his arm down to stand straight. Juyeon turns to the younger man, the smile he had when standing with you now gone and replaced with a permanent scowl.Â
âWho even asked you, Sunwoo?â
The younger raises his hands in defense. âIâm just saying! It looked like she hated you. Oooh, maybe youâre finally gonna get that enemies-to-lovers arc that Eric is alwaysâ WHOA, HEYââ Sunwoo nearly trips over himself trying to get away from Juyeon as the older frat brother swings his arm out in his direction. âDonât hurt this pretty face! How else is the soccer team gonna get their funds?â A hand in the shape of a finger gun finds its way under Sunwooâs chin, and the star soccer player smirks.Â
âI think theyâll manage,â Juyeon swings his arm out again, wincing when Sunwoo lets out an ear-piercing squeal.Â
Itâs like youâre seeing him everywhere. Every class you go to, itâs like heâs always there handing out fliers or chatting with his friends. And, unfortunately, every time you see him, he sees you too. He animatedly waves at you, calling your name or running over to you. Every time, you somehow end up with another flier to add to your collection.
For weeks youâve been seeing him in places that you swear youâd never seen him in before. You swear that heâs not in your environmental course. You swear that heâs not in your sociology course. He just has to be following you.Â
That, or you just have shitty luck with Lee Juyeon.
It must be bad luck, you think as you watch the fire department evacuate your flooded building. It must be, you tell yourself as you stand there in the pouring rain in pajama shorts and a sweater, sans an umbrella. Thereâs nothing else it could be.
Your eyes narrow at the sight of Juyeon standing near a group of girls with those damned fliers in one hand and some umbrellas around the wrist of the other. Your hands tighten around your arms, body shaking from the cold of the rain. Your lips twist into a deep frown when he approaches you, his eyebrows knit together and his lips pursed at the sight of you. His mouth opens to say something, and you hold your hand up to stop him.Â
âSave it, stripper boy. I donât want your fucking spiel right now.â His shoulders slump a little.
âI was just going to ask if you wanted an umbrella.â He holds one out, the last one on his arm. âYou have to be freezing right now, and youâre absolutely soaked.â Your hand wraps around the umbrella, your eyes still narrowed with suspicion.
âThanksâŠâ he smiles and backs up to give you space to open it. You would never admit to his face that he was right. That you were freezing your ass off in this godforsaken weather.Â
âAre you okay?â You look up at him, sniff, and shrug.
âI mean, my home is currently flooding which leaves me homeless for at least a few days. Itâs piss-pouring rain out here, Iâm in my pajamas with all my clothing inside the flooded building, and now here you are probably trying to get me to buy from your stupid fundraiser thing.â You take a deep breath, finally looking him in the eye. âSo no, I donât think Iâm okay, Juyeon. Thanks for asking.â Heâs quiet for a moment, and then a small smile breaks onto his face.
âI think thatâs the first time youâve called me Juyeon.â You bite your tongue and turn to walk away from him. âWait, fuck, Y/N it was a joke. Iâm sorry.â He grabs your arm, pulling you back to him. You can see a little bit of panic in his gaze.Â
âYeah, well it was a shitty joke.â You scoff.Â
âI know, poor taste, I was just trying to lighten the mood.â He pulls his hand from your arm, and you almost feel bad. Itâs quiet between you two, and you think that this is the first time itâs ever been completely silent. Well, save for the chatter of other tenants and incoming sirens and the yells of officers.Â
âThis fucking sucks,â you grumble, and Juyeon huffs out a laugh.
âDo you have anywhere that you go?âÂ
You shake your head. âNah, none of my friends have space for another person in their apartment or dorm.âÂ
âYou could stay with me.â He says it so fast, so suddenly, that you thought you misheard him at first.Â
âExcuse me?â Juyeon clears his throat, his cheeks and ears flushing and you canât tell if itâs from the cold or embarrassment.Â
âIâ I mean youâ Iâm justââ he stumbles over his words and you smile.Â
âIs the Lee Juyeon embarrassed right now? In front of little olâ me, nonetheless?âÂ
âIâm not embarrassed,â he snaps, pressing the back of one of his hands to his neck in a poor attempt to cool himself down. âIâm justâ Iââ
âJuyeon,â your hand comes up to his arm and he flinches. You let your arm drop down to your side. âAre you trying to ask me to stay with you while the building is being repaired?âÂ
Youâre smiling at him, and itâs like that tiny action brings back all of his previous confidence. Heâs smirking again, leaning down under the tiny umbrella he gave you. Itâs your turn to blush now, but your eyes donât leave his.
âBecause,â your voice nearly betrays you. âThat would be a littleâŠoddâŠwouldnât it? A girl living with, what, ten men? People would talk.â He hums.
âBut they would also find it odd if I justâŠleft you to live in your car for god knows how long, wouldnât they?â His hand is on your waist, and the breath in your lungs hitches.Â
âThatâs trueâŠâ you hum and pull away from him. âI donât have any clothes, though. Iâd need to find some before doing anything.â Juyeon clicks his tongue and leans back, a thoughtful look taking over the previousâŠyou donât even know what to call what you were doing. Was he flirting with you? Were you flirting with him?
âThatâs true,â he nods his head. âWe can grab some from the store tomorrow? And for now, you can borrow some of my stuffâ I mean, if youâre comfortable with that.â He stumbles over his words again, and you canât help but laugh. âKevinâs clothes might fit you better butâ youâre laughing. Why areâ why are you laughing at me.â
âYouâre justââ You break into another fit of giggles, covering your mouth with your hand to try and muffle the noise. âGod, youâre so dumb.â
âHow am I dumb?â Juyeon pouts at you, and you know he just wants you to be comfortable.Â
âNever mind,â you wave him off, âletâs just get going. Iâm tired and wet.â Juyeon raises an eyebrow, and you roll your eyes. âNot like that, stripper boy.âÂ
âI know,â he grins at you and tugs you by the sleeve to get you to start walking. âI just wanted to mess with you a little bit.â
âSeems like thatâs all you do.â You roll your eyes. âAnd please tell me you drove here. I am not walking to the house in shorts and slippers.â Juyeon clicks his tongue.Â
âAs if I would walk anywhere in this weather.â He reaches into his pocket and you hear the click of a button, and then the lights of a car in front of you light up. He jogs forward, grabbing the handle of the passenger side door for you with a bright smile on his face. âAfter you, mâlady.â
âWhat a gentleman,â you shut the umbrella and duck into the vehicle.Â
âOnly for you, pretty girl.â He winks at you and shuts the door.
Juyeon is quiet when you exit his bathroom. Your hair is wrapped in a towel, your body swamped in Juyeonâs clothes. Heâs lying flat on his back on his mattress, his legs dangling off the edge and his fingers drumming on his stomach. Your feet shuffle against the ground, the fabric of his sweatpants covering your feet entirely and dragging behind you. His t-shirt is almost like a dress on you, hanging down to your thighs and the sleeves baggy along your arms where it would be formfitting on him.Â
âWhere should I put these?â Juyeon lifts his head, and you hear a sharp inhale. Heâs staring at you, and the gaze is heavy with something you canât place.Â
âYouââ his voice cracks and he sits up fully, resting his elbows on his knees. âYou can just toss them in the basket next to you. Iâllâ Iâll wash it tomorrow.â You hum, doing as he says and tossing your clothing into the basket.Â
His room isâŠweirdly clean. At least, itâs cleaner than you expected it to be for a frat boy. Thereâs a bit of laundry scattered across the room, sure, but you donât feel gross just standing there. The floor is clean, the bed is made.Â
The bed.
The one bed in the room.Â
âWhereâ where should I set up a spot to sleep?â You wring your hands behind your back.
âWhat?â Juyeon stares at you dumbly, his eyes blank and jaw dropped slightly. If you look closely, you swear you can see a puddle of drool on the floor in front of him. Unintentionally, you snort and immediately slap a hand over your mouth.Â
âI justâ I mean this is your room, stripper boy.â You shrug, trying to keep the air as light as possible. âWhere should I set up camp for the next three days?â
âYou are not sleeping on the floor.â Juyeon shakes his head and pushes off the edge of his bed.
âThen where am I gonna sleep?âÂ
âThe bed?â He says it as if itâs obvious. âThe fuck? You really thought I was gonna make you sleep on the floor?âÂ
âStripper boy, I am not sleeping in your bed.â You click your tongue.
âYes, you are, pretty girl.â He takes a step toward you. âIâm not gonna let you sleep on the floor! First of all, youâre a guest. Second of all, Iâm a gentleman. Third of all, Iâmââ he cuts himself short again and you raise an eyebrow.
âWell, then Iâll sleep on the couch downstairs. Thatâll solve it.â You move to the door, but he grabs your upper arm and pulls you toward him. âDude, you have got to stop grabbing me like that. Itâs kind of annoying.â
âSorry.â He exhales and lets go of your arm, brushing his hand across the skin he grabbed as if to soothe it. It sends sparks of heat through your arm, and you fight back a shiver. âI justâ what if we share my bed?âÂ
You stare at him for a moment.
Then another.
And then another.
And then Juyeon is wincing and stepping away from you.Â
âI was justâ that was stupid. Iâm sorry.â
âI meanâŠâ you purse your lips. âIf it solves the problem, then sure.âÂ
âWait seriously?â His eyes bug out of his head and you laugh. âYouâre comfortable with that?âÂ
âStripper boy, if you thought I was gonna kick you out of your bed, then you have a whole new thing coming.â He rolls his eyes. âWe can justâŠI dunno. Put pillows between us?âÂ
âYeah, that works. That works just fine.â He sighs heavily. Just fine. Heâs gonna be just fine these next few days.
Juyeon realizes very quickly that it will not, in fact, be fine. He realizes this when he wakes up in the middle of the night, the pillows between the two of you thrown to the edge of the bed and your body wrapped around his like a vice. One of your legs is hooked around his, the other strewn across his hip to lock him down. You have one arm tucked under his, holding his shoulder while your free arm has slipped around his waist, under his shirt so your fingers are splayed across his abdomen. Your head is seemingly strategically placed on his chest, and he can feel every breath you release. He can feel every pulse of your heartbeat against his legâ
Wait.
âŠ
Oh, this arrangement is not going to be good for his heart.Â
He tries desperately to shift away from you, to gently pry you off of him, anything to get the pounding in his chest to go away. Anything to stop the blood from rushing to his dick like some goddamn virgin. Itâs a normal thing. Itâs not something to get fucking hard over, Lee Juyeon. Pull yourself together.
It feels like ages before heâs able to pull himself free, nearly falling out of his bed to get away from you. He freezes in place when he hears you shift, a quiet moan leaving you when your sleeping self finds the spot Juyeon once lay frozen is now empty. His heart is pounding, his feet padding quickly against the floor to get to his bathroom. Heâs quick to shut the door, cringing at the squeak of the hinges. Gotta get those fixed, he notes. For future reference, of course.
Heâs hard in his sweats, his dick straining against the fabric, and his body feels like itâs on fire. Juyeon leans against the counter, tapping his foot anxiously while he stares at himself in the mirror. His cheeks are flushed, his hair a mess, and his pupils are blown out. He grips the marble counter, squeezing his eyes shut and praying to god that he softens soon because he cannot and will not jerk off to you. Not when youâre right there, one thin wall over.Â
Thinking that was a mistake. His dick twitches in his pants at the thought of you waking up and finding him in the bathroom, cock in hand, and frantically trying to rub one out.Â
Oh, heâs so fucked, he squeezes his eyes shut as he shoves his sweatpants down just enough to be able to grab himself. Just enough for him to spring free and let the cold air wash over him.Â
Juyeon is completely, royally fucked, and he knows it as he spits on his hand. He knows it when he wraps his hand around his cock. Juyeon knows it when his body shudders from the first pump of his hand, the brush of his thumb across his tip. He knows it when he fights the whine trying to erupt from his throat.Â
He knows it when he cums in his hand, ropes of white covering his palm when he places his hand over his tip to minimize the mess. He knows it when all he thought about was you. You and your pretty face. You who calls him stripper boy, who hasn't hesitated to shoot him down every chance you get. You who heâs pretty damn sure is into him in the same way heâs into you.
Itâs hard for Juyeon to get back in his bed and lie down next to you knowing that just a few minutes ago he came in his hand to the thought of you. Itâs even harder for him to fall back to sleep when you wrap yourself around him again, relaxing against his body and releasing a contented sigh. He tries so, so hard to relax with you, to steady his pounding heart.Â
God, heâs so fucked.
"When did you get here?â Thereâs a boyâ a man, reallyâ standing at the counter when you and Juyeon walk into the kitchen in the morning. The man is holding a ceramic Garfield mug that you assume is filled with coffee, and heâs got his phone in his free hand. You give him a short wave, and he nods back at you.Â
Juyeon had been odd the whole morning. Or, at least, the two hours you had been awake and the one hour since heâd woken up and immediately rolled to his feet to get away from you. Something about morning wood. Since then, heâd been keeping a healthy distance from you, flinching away from your touch and giving short responses to your questions and statements. It makes you nervous. Were you intruding? Did he regret asking you to stay?Â
âLast night,â Juyeon answers for you, leading you to the bar counter and pulling out a chair for you to sit in. âY/N, this is Sangyeon. Heâs the Tau Beta Zeta president. Sangyeon, this is Y/N. Sheâs gonna be staying with us for the next couple of days.âÂ
Sangyeon squints at you, gnawing at his lip in thought.Â
âAnd you guys areâŠwhat? Friends? Lovers? Fuck buddies?â You scoff and Juyeon whips his head around, nearly spilling coffee onto his hand.Â
âNone of the above,â you wave your hand and almost miss the flash of emotion in Juyeonâs eyes. âJust someone who needed a hand, and strip- Juyeon happened to be there.â Sangyeon turns to Juyeon with an inquisitive look on his face. Juyeon shakes his head and turns back to you with two mugs in his hand.Â
âI didnât know how you take your coffee so I just threw some cream and a bit of sugar in there.â The mug he slides over to you is shaped like a ladybug, and you canât help the laugh that escapes you at the sight of his mug. Normal, compared to yours. Just plain white with text that says âStupid people shouldnât breed!â. âWhatâs so funny?â
âJust theâŠinteresting arrangement of mugs you all have here.â You smile at Juyeon, but he just scoffs. Sangyeon excuses himself and pats Juyeon on the shoulder before making his exit up the stairs.
âIâll have you know that I picked these all out.â He defends, but you can see the embarrassment in the flush of his cheeks, the dark color spreading to the tips of his ears. âYou got a problem with them?â
âNo, no,â you smile into your mug and take a sip. Itâs bitter, and a bit watered down, but youâre grateful for the caffeine boost. âItâs cute, really. You made some great choices, stripper boy.âÂ
âThat sounded sarcastic,â Juyeon pouts at you and you shake your head.
âIt wasnât!â You reassure him, leaning your torso onto the counter. Juyeon stands near you now, on the shorter edge of the counter and he scoffs.Â
âSure it wasnât. Because youâre the most supportive person in the world of my decisions.â He turns away from you, staring at the magnetic words on the refrigerator instead of at you and you rise from your seat to stand by his side.Â
âJuyooo,â your voice is sing-song in tone and Juyeon fights every instinct inside of him that screams to pin you to the counter and fuck you senseless. âAre you mad at me?âÂ
âOf course I am,â he rolls his eyes and tilts his chin up when you come to stand in front of him.Â
âWhy?â You frown, but the corners of your lips fight to turn up.
âYou made fun of me!âÂ
âYeah, but it was all in good fun!â You protest. âI think your choice of mugs was cute!â
âNo you donât,â he scoffs and crosses his arms. âYou think theyâre stupid.âÂ
âNo,â you shake your head. âI think theyâre adorable.â
âBullshit,â Juyeon says. âYou think theyâre stupid.â
âI do not.â You groan.Â
âYou do!â
âDo not!â
âDo too!â
âDo noââÂ
Juyeonâs lips are on yours, and you let out a startled gasp, your hand flying up and finding purchase on his chest.Â
You try to push him off, you really do! You think about it, you tell your body to push him off, and then somehow you end up pulling him closer, allowing your eyes to slip closed. Isnât it so weird how that happens?
Your hand is holding his shirt tightly, keeping him close to you while your lips mesh in a sloppy kiss. His lips are rough against yours, his teeth nipping at your lower lip and then his tongue slips out and soothes the bites. The repeated actions have your legs trembling, your breathing becoming shaky, and your hand that isnât in his shirt rises to the back of his neck to tangle in his hair and pull him impossibly closer to you.
His hands are all over you. They run up and down your waist, brushing under the waistband of the sweatpants he lent you, pushing into your back to keep you close to him. They run under your shirt, grazing the underside of your shirt, and he smiles when he feels you exhale shakily against him.Â
You hesitantly, and ever so slowly, push your tongue out, letting it run across his lower lip and youâre a bit too pleased when he opens up for you immediately. He lets you push your tongue into his mouth, lets you explore, and is ever so patient with your hesitance.Â
Gently, oh so gently, he sucks on your tongue while you try to pull it back into your mouth and you release the tiniest, almost inaudible whine.Â
Apparently, to your complete dismay, this snaps Juyeon back into reality and he pulls away from you. He pulls away quickly, almost stumbling back and into some of the bar stools. Youâre standing there, almost in a daze, and both of you just stare at each other for a moment. He doesnât say anything, and neither do you, and Juyeon can tell that youâre regretting what the two of you just did.Â
And it hurts. It really hurts when you open your mouth, going to speak and nothing comes out. He smiles sadly.Â
âI should find a way to get to the store. Youâre gonna need some clothes for the next few days.â
âJuyeon, waitââ You reach for him, but he just shakes his head.
âItâs fine, pretty girl.â He reassures you, but his voice breaks and betrays him. âNo hard feelings. Letâs just forget it happened.â
âI donât want to forget that!â You protest, but Juyeon just shakes his head.
âLike I said, pretty girl,â He grabs his mug and smiles at you. Thereâs no emotion behind it, at least not one that you want to recognize. âWe gotta get you some clothes for the next three days.â
Itâs infuriating how quickly he seems to move on. Three days pass by, and not once has he even hinted about talking about what happened. It was almost like heâd forgotten about it entirely.
Which, to your dismay, was exactly what he wanted you to do. It wasnât as if you regretted the kiss, at least not in the way he thought. The regret that you knew you had let slip was from pulling away in the first place. You had only meant to come up for air, knowing that you would likely drown in him had you given yourself the chance. Now, due to your own stupid mistakes, the tables have turned for you.Â
Heâd been avoiding you since you moved back into your apartment two days ago. Heâd avoided you in the classes you were now all too aware that you shared. It stung that he no longer sought you out, no longer yelled your name from across the room, and drew unwanted attention to you. He no longer pressured you to call the number on that damn flier that sat untouched on your desk.
âYou could always just, I dunno,â Chanhee is lying on your bed, scrolling on his phone while you rant about his frat brother. âCall the number? Iâm pretty sure itâs his number anyway.âÂ
âWait seriously?â You spin around in your desk chair, turning away from the project you two are supposed to be working on together.Â
âYeah, it just happened to be really convenient that the last four digits of his phone number spelled junk. What do you think of this?â He flips his phone around to show you a coat. A black trench coat, nothing too fancy about it.Â
âEh. You have plenty of those, donât you?â
âTrue.â He nods and lays back down.
âShould I really call him?â You lean your head back on your chair, lacing your fingers together on your lap. âWhat if he hates me, Chanhee?â
âTrust me, Y/N,â Chanhee exhales heavily, âthat man does not hate you.â
âBut how do you know that?â You ask. âIf he told you that, he could be lying to you!â
âGirl,â Chanhee throws his phone down onto your mattress and sits up straight. âIf a man hates you, he is not going to jack off at 3 in the goddamn morningâ with his frat brothers in the other room that connects to his bathroom, mind youâ to the thought of you. Trust me. He doesnât hate you.â
âYou donâtâ Iâm sorry, what?â Your eyes are bugging out of your head and Chanhee grimaces in a way that tells you that he was not supposed to tell you that.Â
âOopsâŠâÂ
âWhat do you mean heâ Chanhee, what are you talking about?â Chanhee is already rising from your bed, grabbing his laptop, and sliding his shoes on.
âI think itâs time for me to get out of here,â he tells you with a tight smile on his face. He comes toward you though, holding the flier in his hand. âBut, I really think you should call this number. Could really help you both, I think.âÂ
When the door shuts behind your classmate, you sit in silence for a moment. A few moments, really, just holding the first flier that Juyeon ever gave you in your hand. Thereâs a little bit of water damage from the flooding, but the number in the middle of the page is still there. Itâs almost ironic that Juyeonâs phone number is the only part of the advertisement that isnât ruined, like something was telling you that you needed to call Juyeon.Â
Your phone rings once, then twice, and you hear the line click on the other side.
âThank you for calling College Hunks, what junk can we haul for you today?â
It takes Juyeon a little over an hour to get to your apartment. By that point, youâd gathered anything that you didnât want into trash bags and set them in your living room. Each bag is organized to an extent. Things to be recycled, to be donated, or just thrown away. Most of the items that needed to be thrown away were damaged when your apartment building flooded, each damaged beyond repair. Almost like fate, isnât it?
Thereâs a knock on your door. One, two, three. Your hands are shaking a bit when you grab the door handle. One, two, thâ
You practically rip the door open before Juyeon can finish knocking. Heâs standing there, wide-eyed with his mouth hanging open. The outfit heâs wearing is the same as the day he first showed up at your door. White tank top, cargo pants, and some worn-out sneakers. For once, his hair isnât styled. Heâs parted it down the middle, a little bit of gel used to keep it from falling into his face too much.Â
âHi,â you breathe out. Itâs like Juyeon is stuck in a trance, his hand still frozen mid-knock and his mouth opening and closing like a damn fish. âYouâ do you want to come in?â Juyeon blinks.Â
âUhâŠyeah, yeah sure.â You step to the side, allowing him to walk into your apartment. Itâs awkward, to say the least. When you shut your door, the click makes both of you flinch and suddenly youâve forgotten everything that you wanted to say to him.Â
âIs thisââ Juyeonâs voice cracks a little bit, and he turns to face you but he doesnât look you in the eye. âIs this everything?âÂ
âYeah,â you nod, âyeah it is. Needed to get rid of some stuff after the building flooded, you know?â You laugh, but he doesnât and youâre quick to shut your mouth. Say something, dammit. Anything. Your mind is screaming, whether at you or Juyeon you arenât entirely sure. âJuyeon, can we taââÂ
âI should get started then,â he cuts you off and you grimace. âGot a couple of appointments today, so I canât linger for long.â
âRightâŠâ your voice trails off. âYeah, Iâll get out of your way then.â
Plan A is a bust, then.Â
Juyeon moves quickly. You donât know if itâs work ethic or if he wants to get away from you as fast as possible, but it stings. You donât say anything to each other the whole time, not that you staying in your bedroom the whole time did anything to help the situation. You can hear him moving around, carrying bag after bag down to his car, but not once does he come to talk to you. Not even about the junk heâs carrying out.Â
Your forehead is against your desk, your eyes shut tightly as you try to block out the noise, knowing that heâll be carrying out the last bag soon. The sound of your feet tapping on the ground is almost enough to drown out Juyeon, but not quite enough to drown out the knocking at your bedroom door.Â
Your head snaps up, and you spin around to face Juyeon.Â
âHi,â he gives you a tight smile. âI justâ I brought out the last bag so I guessâ I guess I should go, huh?âÂ
Donât, you want to tell him, donât leave yet.
âYeah, I guess so.â You stand up and clear your throat. âHere, whatâs your Venmo? I can send you some money.â
Juyeon shakes his head. âI already told you that you donât have to pay me.âÂ
âYeah, you did,â you agree. âBut Iâd feel bad if I let you leave empty-handed.âÂ
âIâm not leaving emptyhanded, though!â He argues. âI have your junk! Which, surprisingly, all fit into the trunk of my car.â
âGo you,â you cheer halfheartedly. âThatâs not gonna stop me from paying you.â
âPretty girl,â he warns. âIâm not gonna let you pay me.â
âThen Iâll get Chanhee to tell me your Venmo.â You grin and Juyeon rolls his eyes.Â
âYouâre not gonna let this go, will you?â
âNope,â you let the sound of the p pop when you say it and Juyeon lets out a dry laugh.
âYouâre gonna be the death of me, you know that right?âÂ
âThatâs the plan.â you look at him, and this time heâs looking right back at you. The awkward air has cleared, and it almost feels normal. Like it was prior to the kiss. God, please let Plan B work. âAre you gonna tell me what your account is, or am I gonna have to find some other way to pay you?âÂ
Thereâs a spark of something in Juyeonâs eyes, and his eyebrows knit together. Please get it, please get it, please get it. Câmon Juyeon, donât be dense.
âSome other way?â He echoes, and you mentally cheer when he steps toward you.Â
âMhm!â You bob your head. âLike you said, there are other ways to pay you, arenât there?âÂ
Heâs right in front of you now, and you swear you see him start to reach for you before heâs forcing his hands back down to his sides.Â
âYouâre notââ he inhales and squeezes his eyes shut. âPlease tell me Iâm not misinterpreting this.âÂ
âDepends on what you think Iâm saying.â You smirk, and Juyeon starts to lean down, his eyes flitting from your eyes to your lips.Â
âWhat I think youâre offering,â he speaks slowly and you can feel his breath on your lips. âIs not exactlyâŠappropriate, pretty girl.â
âAnd I think youâre right.â Youâre practically whispering, every movement from your mouth causes your lips to brush against his and youâre so close to caving and just yanking him down to crush his lips against yours.Â
Thankfully, Juyeon moves fast and heâs grabbing you by the waist to yank you to him and your hands are in his hair by the time his lips are on your.Â
This kiss is heavier than the first. Itâs messier and sloppier and his tongue is in your mouth, pushing at yours and licking at every nook and cranny that he can reach. You walk him backward to your bed. You donât separate your mouths, not when you push him down onto your mattress, not when you sit on his lap with your legs on either side of him. Your nails dig into his shoulders, leaving little crescents indented into his skin.Â
Juyeon groans at the stinging feeling, sliding his hands under your shirt and gently pushing it up. He does it slowly, giving you time to stop him, but you get impatient and shove him back until heâs lying down. His hands are still on your waist, and heâs watching with a hazy gaze as you lift your shirt over your head and throw it somewhere across the room.Â
âShit, pretty girl,â he breathes out and tries to slide his hands up to your chest. Youâre smirking when you slap his hands away.Â
âNo touching yet,â you tell him and he groans in response.Â
âYou canât just do this and not let me touch you!â He whines. âItâs not fair!âÂ
âYou shouldâve thought about that before you ignored me for a week,â you retort and he falls silent. âItâs fine, though. Iâll just get you back with this.â Your hands reach behind your back and you swiftly unclip your bra and throw that in the direction youâd thrown your shirt in. Juyeonâs hands lurch up to touch you again but youâre faster, grabbing his wrists and pinning them down to his sides with a click of your tongue.
âY/N please,â Juyeon begs, his breath hitching in his throat when you leave him completely, and he can only watch as you unbutton your jeans and tug the rest of your clothing off. Heâs practically drooling as he sits up, watching you undress for him. He watches you walk to your dresser, digging through your drawers for a moment before returning with a long piece of silk. âOh, youâve gotta be fucking joking.âÂ
You laugh at his reaction and toss the silk onto the mattress behind him.Â
âWhy would I be joking, Juyeon?â You stand between his legs, and you grin when he doesnât even try to touch you this time. You can see the tent in his cargo pants and let your hands trace up and down his thighs. âTake off your shirt for me?âÂ
Thereâs a dangerous look in your eye, one that Juyeon canât find himself wanting to disobey and heâs lifting his shirt over his head without a second thought. Your eyes widen ever so slightly and Juyeon canât help but smirk. He knows heâs attractive, knows that his body catches peopleâs attention and heâs proud of that.Â
With you, however, thereâs something different about how you look at him. Something primal, like a predator looking at her prey and he shifts in his spot.Â
âPants too.â He nods and rises to his feet again, tensing when you raise your hands. âWhat are you stopping for? Get moving, donât you have other appointments to get to?â Your hands are tracing the lines of his abs, feeling the way he flinches at your touch. You continue to trace his body as he bends down to lower his pants and boxers to the ground. Your hands raise to the backs of his shoulders, to the back of his neck, and let them slip down to his pecs when he stands straight again.Â
You almost let yourself falter when you see his cock for the first time. Itâs big, bigger than any youâve taken in the past, and you canât help but imagine what heâd looked like when he was thinking of you. Did he look as messy as he does now, eyes practically crazed, his breathing labored as he fisted himself? Did he watch himself in the mirror, imagining it was your hand instead of his own?Â
âSo pretty, baby.â You breathe out, letting your hand drop down to wrap around his cock. He sucks in a breath, letting it out when he whines at the feeling of you running your hand up and down, squeezing at the base, and rubbing your thumb along the tip. âSo pretty.âÂ
You push him back again, releasing him from your grasp and following him as he slides up your bed. You take the silk in your hand, gesturing for him to put his hands above his head, tying the silk tightly around his wrists so he canât get loose. Juyeon lets out another broken whine when you straddle him, running your fingers over your core and gathering the wetness on your fingers. You allow yourself to moan quietly, gauging Juyeonâs reaction to you touching yourself. Heâs staring with his mouth hanging open, his cock twitching against his abdomen as he watches you sink two fingers into your core. He whines when your body shudders against him, when you curl your fingers up into you.Â
âIs this what you think about, Juyeon?â You try your best to keep your voice steady when you speak. âDo you think about this when you touch yourself? When you lock yourself in the bathroom, jacking off to the thought of me like some little virgin?â He doesnât respond, too lost in the sight of you riding your own hand.Â
He doesnât see you reach your free hand up, gasping when he feels you squeeze your fingers around his throat. Not too tightly, but enough to get his attention back on you.Â
âI asked you a question, baby.â You pull your fingers out of your dripping pussy, gazing at the arousal covering your hand and humming in thought. âI guess I should give a reason to not answer, shouldnât I?â
âPlease,â Juyeon whispers out, and you smile when you raise your fingers to his mouth.Â
âGo on then,â you tell him, âsuck.âÂ
His head lurches forward, taking your fingers into his mouth and moaning at the taste of you. He runs his tongue along your fingers, and you inhale sharply, your eyelids drooping when he tries to open his eyes, trying to watch and gauge your reaction.Â
âCleaninâ me up good, hm?â You pull your fingers from his mouth and Juyeon takes this time to catch his breath, to gather himself. You donât give him long though, no more than a few moments before youâre grabbing his cock in your dainty hand and lining it up with your pussy.Â
âFuck,â Juyeon throws his head back, his hands curling into fists, and groaning as you sink down on him. Your walls are squeezing so tightly around him, and he knows it has to be a stretch for you but you act as if it was nothing for you, as if he didnât hit that sweet spot inside of you just by you sinking down on him. You let your eyes drift shut, fighting back the urge to start riding him until he has nothing left to give you. You can feel him twitching inside of you, knowing that heâs close just from your warm walls squeezing around him. âFuck, pretty girl, please.â
âPlease what, baby?â You coo, the hand on his throat squeezing gently. He whines and you grin. âUse those words, pretty boy. You can do it.â
âLet me fuck you,â he gasps out and you let out a yelp when he thrusts his hips up and sends you falling over his body.Â
Your breasts are in his face now, and he doesnât give you the chance to do anything before heâs bringing his arms down and trapping you against him as best he can. He thrusts his hips up, driving his cock into you at a pace that you couldnât keep up with if you tried. He reaches his head up, his teeth latching onto one of your nipples and practically forcing you to follow him as he brings his head back down. Juyeon sucks at your breast, pinning your chest against his face with his arms that heâs brought to rest between your shoulder blades. Every one of his thrusts sends you up his body, but he does his damn best to keep you in place, sucking and licking and biting at both of your tits, groaning every time your cunt clenches around him.Â
You feel like you canât breathe, the air being punched out of you in broken moans and pitched whines. Juyeon is in about the same state as you, the noises heâs letting out are louder than yours, more frequent, and it brings a fresh wave of arousal washing over you.Â
âAre you close, pretty boy?â You gasp out. âGonnaâ gonna cum for me?âÂ
âFuck, yes,â He throws his head back, his hips stuttering against yours. You bring one of your hands down to your clit, rubbing furious circles into it, letting your walls flutter around him and drawing both of you closer to your orgasms.Â
When you cum, it has you seeing stars. Your orgasm has you crying out his name, has you clenching around him so tightly that heâs finishing not long after you. You sink your body back, rolling your hips gently over his and placing a firm kiss on his lips. Your tongue pushes into his mouth, swallowing the sounds he makes as he pumps white hot cum into your core. Itâs less of a kiss this time, though, and more teeth gnashing together and biting at each otherâs lips.Â
His hips slow down after a minute or two, and you let your body relax against his, reaching up to untie the silk around his wrists.Â
âFucking finally,â he groans and lets his hands roam your sweaty body. âThought I was gonna die if you kept me tied up any longer.â You laugh, letting your head drop to his chest.Â
âThatâs what you get for making me wait.â
âYeah, whatever,â he rolls his eyes at you. âAnd you called me a try-hard.â
âBecause you are, Juyeon.â You roll off of him, staring at your ceiling while you lay next to him on your mattress.
âWhatever you say, pretty girl,â he rolls his head to look at you with a cheeky grin on his face.Â
âWhy are you smiling like that?â Your eyebrows knit together. He just keeps smiling. âWhat, stripper boy.â
âYou know what all this means, right?â You shrug.
âThat I have to go to all your parties now or youâre gonna hunt me down?â He laughs and you smile a bit.
âThat, and I get to call you my girlfriend.â
âI never agreed to that.â You deny, turning on your side and facing him fully.Â
âSure you did! It was at the very bottom of the flier I gave you.â He tells you.
âNo, it wasnât.â You frown.
âYeah, it was!â He sits up, reaching for the second flier he gave you that had been placed on your bedside table. âSee? Right there at the bottom in tiny font that I knew you wouldnât pay attention to!â You squint at the words heïżœïżœïżœs pointing at and let out a scoff.
âSeriously, stripper boy? If your name is Y/N L/N and you redeem this offer, you are legally obligated to become Lee Juyeonâs boyfriend, whether you like it or not. Xoxo.â You push the paper back into his hands. "When did you even put this on there? We hardly knew each other when you gave me this flier."
âI told you!â He beams and lays back down. âYouâre my girlfriend now.â
"Cute, but that doesn't answer my question, stripper boy." He digs his fingers into your side, pulling you closer to him, and grins.
"Does it matter?"
"I mean...I guess not?"
"Exactly."
âDoes this mean that when we break up, I get half of all your assets?â He glares at you playfully.
âFuck, no.â
âDamnâŠâ you sigh and lay down with your head on his chest. âI guess Iâll have to put up with you for life then, huh?â
âMhm.â He cards his hands through your hair, gently combing through the knots. âYou excited to spend the next 75 years with me, girlfriend?â
âNot at all, boyfriend.â
âYes, you are.â
ââŠTry-hard.â
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JUYEON / DAZED KOREA BEHIND
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ON THE BLEACHERS
summary. your boyfriend is unapologetically whipped for you. here are all the things he does!!! genre. fluff. headcanons. christmassy juyeon!!! warnings. a lil violence mention. juyeon is adorable. not proofread. other than that nothing but fluff <3 pairing. jock!juyeon x nerd!fem!reader. (not specifically like nerd but... mentioned that reader wins a science fair and aces a test etc so leaning more towards jock x nerd trope.) wc. 1.8k. request. requested by đż anon. a/n. i literally had SO many thoughts for this juyeon like OH MY GOD. net. @deoboyznet
jock!juyeon who was always obvious with his admiration for you even before he confessed. the entire school knew that he only had eyes for you and it was just a matter of when you would get together. the football team celebrated even more than juyeon when you became his girlfriend because they thought he would finally shut up about you. oh, how wrong they wereâŠ
jock!juyeon who simply canât shut up about you!! sometimes heâll just be talking to himself out loud, wondering what date he should take you on, what you would like as a gift, or what time you were free, etc. other times heâs yapping his teammatesâ ears off about you because heâs so in love. heâs telling everyone about how you won the science fair that year, how you got 100 on your recent test, or how you slayed your english presentation (he knew because he missed his math class to watch you through the door). when it comes to you, he just canât shut up, heâs so in loveâŠ
jock!juyeon who hears his teammates tease him all the time, calling him whipped or a simp. he couldnât care less⊠in fact heâs proud of the fact that heâs absolutely whipped for you. because itâs you!! you deserve all the attention and affection you get from juyeon and he would never let petty comments from his teammates second guess how he acts around you. most of them are just mad that they canât pull someone as gorgeous as you, anyway. at least, thatâs what juyeon told you in a very upset ramble after-the-fact. you had to kiss away his pout.
jock!juyeon who wouldnât hesitate to think with his fists if he ever heard them talking shit about you. he knows you would never advise physical fights, but he can barely control his anger when he hears something foul come out of someoneâs mouth followed by your name. heâll try his best to harshly shut them down with just words, but if they persist, his fists might just land on their nose. he has to sit through your scolding after the fact, but he would do it again in a heart beat. he doesnât even care if he got suspended.
jock!juyeon who has no regard for being on time to classes or practice. his only concern is walking you to your classes, holding your hand in the hallway, giving you a sweet smile and wishing you luck before a test, and, of course, getting a kiss on the cheek before the bell rings. thereâs rarely a day when heâs not 5-10 minutes late. heâs also extremely forgetful with his mind only being focused on you that he has to rely on you to have his textbooks and schedule for his next class. he was a little bashful at first when youâre handing him his textbooks and notebook and ushering him off to his class as you step into yours. but now heâs gotten used to it, and he quite likes it. especially when you leave little notes inside his notebook.
jock!juyeon who sprints through the hallways despite the no running policy after first quarter is done because second quarter is history which is a shared class he has with you. he literally gets to your classroom before youâve even finished packing your bag. of course, he carries all your books and your bag for you regardless of if you have a shared class but especially this time since youâll be walking in together. he always sits next to you, even the teacher canât separate you two because heâll find a way back to your desk sdkjskd. he always nudges your feet under the table or writes little notes on the paper if youâre not allowed to talk in class. you have to force him to pay attention with the bribe of kisses after school (which is always an effective bribe). he canât even focus on taking notes or listening to the lesson because heâs too busy staring at you the entire time. but if youâre tired in class he will kindly offer to take notes for you both instead and he really does focus hard on writing everything down. his technique for note taking is lacking a bit but itâs still functional and informative enough for you that you donât mind </3 itâs obvious that he tried his best for you and that is enough to warm your heart :(
jock!juyeon who is on the basketball team as well as the football team. whether itâs football or basketball, heâs the mvp and ace of both teams. although, his playing is wildly affected by you. he plays his best when he talks to you before games and knows youâre in the audience watching him. heâll make every shot, and carry the entire team easily. but when youâre not there his game is completely off. heâll miss shots that were easy, heâll stumble and fall or even get injured and have to go to the nurseâs office. his brain is completely foggy when youâre not there or if thereâs anything going on with you that heâs concerned about. especially when youâre sick or not at school for some reason the only thing he can think about is you. his coaches barely have to ask when they see that heâs not playing as well as normalâ itâs always something to do with you. they let him take a short break to text you, and oftentimes, it gets his game right back where it should be.
jock!juyeon who swears his heart fell out of his chest when he first saw you wearing his basketball jersey. something in his brain or dna just SHIFTED right then and there heâs so obsessed. the second he saw you he kissed you so desperately like omg you looked SO pretty in his jersey he went absolutely insane. he always leaves his freshly washed jerseys in your locker and whenever you show up wearing them to watch him practice or his games he plays better than EVER. his coaches arenât too happy about the fact that he keeps âmisplacingâ his jerseys and uniforms, but they order new ones for their star player regardless. they know their sports team would be in the dirt without juyeon. his talent always makes up for any recklessness he pulls.
jock!juyeon who always searches for you in the crowd before the game starts so he knows exactly where to look when he scores. heâll blow you kisses or just smirk and wink at you when he scores an impressive point. or when heâs playing basketball heâll point to you in the crowd and smile so everyone knows heâs always playing for you. although heâs attractive enough that several girls on the cheerleading team would kill to have a chance with him, their thoughts are immediately shut down the first game, as they watch from the sidelines as juyeon dedicates every last field goal to you.
jock!juyeon who loves to take you to the gym or field for extra practices with just him. you usually do schoolwork on the bleachers or grass while he runs laps or drills some hoops. usually itâs productive for the first half an hour or so until juyeon gets too bored of having you there but not paying attention to him. he might teach you some shots or coach you on how to handle the ball. other times heâs more interested in kissing you while you try (and fail) to focus on your science homeworkâŠ
jock!juyeon who asks you out to prom and homecoming and all the school events just like any other boy with a crush would. everyone in the school knows youâll go together and knows youâll be accompanying him everywhere even if he didnât ask. but juyeon loves preparing flowers and a big banner and all the extra stuff possible when asking you out, so even though youâve been happily together for months, heâll still ask you out as if you werenât even dating yet. he still gets all warm in the face when you say yes.
jock!juyeon who is your biggest motivator. you barely notice how important he is to your life because heâs always there 24/7. but on the rare occasion that he stays home sick or canât make it for any reason, you, too, struggle to focus on your classes. youâre so worried about him, it just comes so naturally. heâs not on your mind front and center as much as you are on his, but heâs always there in the back of your mind regardless. you care about him just as much as he cares about you, youâre just more covert in your way of showing it. while you prefer quieter actions like kissing his cheek, cheering from the sidelines, or writing him notes for his classes, juyeon wears his heart on his sleeve. heâs dedicating every single second of his life to you, and making sure everyone around him knows that you are his.
jock!juyeon who follows you around like a lost puppy. he really just lets you take the lead, heâs just happy as long as heâs beside you. the only thing is, he has to be holding your hand. heâs really big on that. always holding your hand in the hallways, only letting go when the second bell rings. he holds your hand during lunch too, and if he can't, his hand is around your waist or on your thigh. heâs so clingy and touchy, but you love it. the only time you wonât allow him to be clingy is when heâs sweaty from a game or practice. but this boy will take a shower so fast just so you agree to hug him again.
jock!juyeon who is hard on himself when he doesnât play well during games. he still feels the pressure of being the mvp of the team even though he has great support from his coaches and you. if anything happens during the game, he blames himself. you always have to cheer him up and talk him through what went wrong. telling him itâs not his fault and that he did the best he could. heâll only feel better once he hears your soft words while patting his back. and you always make sure to give him a kiss when youâre done talking too <3
jock!juyeon who shares all his highs with you. when he got accepted onto the national team for university, youâre right there with him congratulating him and being his biggest cheerleader. heâs there through your biggest highs as well, more proud of you than anyone else when you got into your dream university. he was honestly sweating it before you opened your acceptance letter because your dream university happened to be the one he got into on scholarship, and he was so scared heâd have to spend his university years apart from you. he couldnât be happier that heâll be right by your side throughout university as well. he hopes after those years, heâll not only be able to call you his girlfriend, but also see a ring on your finger.
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JUYEON: TRIGGER (2024)
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Double Fantasy
⧠pairing: sneaky link/situationship idol! juyeon x fem! reader
⊠genre: smut w/ hints of angst n fluff
⧠warnings: 18+ (minors DNI), smut, cowgirl position, riding, unprotected sex (WRAP IT FOLKS), creampie, dirty talk, praising, pet names, cursing, kissing, marking, spanking, fluff, secret relationship, hints of angst, âstar-crossed loversâ trope kinda-ish question mark so things are kept on the low under restrictions
⊠word count: 3.6k words
⧠synopsis: youâve tried various positions with the lee juyeon. will you ever get to be in the position of being his official girlfriend or able to be a normal couple? or is that merely a fantasy?
⊠note: inspired by the weekndâs song âdouble fantasyâ enjoy! xo <3
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ââAtta girl. You do so good for me every time.â he praises as your naked form sinks down to take his cock. Your hands are holding dearly onto his shoulders while his own are stuck to either side of you.
He ensures you carefully sit over his dick, his head resting against your headboard, sighing wistfully. Taking him inch by inch and hearing those strained and broken, heavenly moans of yours is reminiscent of the last time you guys did itâ and the time before that. And the time before that.
Your back arches and chest pumps towards his face, hissing while adjusting to his delectable, girthy length. Your cunt was well-acquainted with his cock, inviting him inside your hole every so often for a while now.
Even though your parts fit together perfectly, your thighs twitch and you have to take a breather. Being stuffed to the brim with his manhood takes a minute to settle into. Your walls tightly encompass his cock, getting him to throb at the awaited sensation.
In between schedules and even during hectic moments, you invaded his mind. You were his relief and breath of fresh air in the midst of his chaotic and bustling life.
Your nude body on top of his reminded him how real he is. That he gets to experience the rawness of molding together with you. Having this intoxicating moment behind closed doors, shielded from the public and cameras.
Right here and right now, only thing that mattered was fucking his special girl.
During this time, you had his attention fully and vice versa. All frustrations and tension from your personal lives and being apart was taken out in the form of erotic skin-on-skin contact.
Once his cock is gladly received and your walls ease up, you start playing with your favorite toy, rocking your hips slowly to get the friction you crave.
Your fingers rake down from his shoulders to his chest, holding onto the guy whose mere presence gets you short-winded.
âMissed me?â he mumbles, hands holding your hips and tracing the curves.
You leaned forward, tits hanging in perfect view for him while you rubbed against his pubic bone. In response to his question, you only moaned softly, overwhelmed with how stuffed you were and the way your clit sparked from the friction.
You also honestly were afraid to admit aloud that you did in fact, missed him. There was no doubt that he knew it was true, but saying it to his face was scary.
Itâs silly, but this thing youâve got going on with Juyeon was mainly physical. Even if you wanted more, you knew that request would be hard to fulfill considering his current career. Itâs a miracle he even managed to make time for your hookups and keep this situationship under wraps.
He smirks at your sultry, sweet sounds. Your sounds arenât a proper answer, but they still speak volumes to him.
âYeah? Is that right?â he teases you for your needy mewls.
âI missed you and your sexy ass.â he uses one of his massive hands to smack against an ass cheek.
You gasp loudly and practically jolt, turned on by the sting and his confession. Your walls hug him enthusiastically, leaving him to groan and maneuver his hands to your back. He pushes you closer to him to begin kissing up your neck, letting his lips display how much your body did wonders to him.
Your neck angles automatically and his nice kisses turn more ravenous after each one. Heâs keen on treasuring your body, pulling your skin slightly between his lips. He cups your skin with his mouth, nipping at it gently.
Your whimpers donât stop, only encouraging him to keep going and drag his lips towards your chest. Those beautiful lip corners of his raise while he wraps his lips around a mound, suckling and tugging on your erect bud.
His wet, steamy mouth over your tit blows your breath away. The way he sucks and starts gladly licking your nipple inclines you to bring a hand to his hair, fisting his black strands and encouraging his behavior.
He takes a second to look up at you while he stops and moves on to your other breast. You see hunger and desperation through his orbs, communicating to you with his mouth and eyes how insanely crazy you drive him. Itâs like itâs his destiny to fuck and worship your body nonstop.
Both of your parts throb against each other, turned on to the max. You whimper as he looks up at you while pulling on your nipple, your body twitching and subtly grinding over him.
Looking at him like this all for you ignites passion within. Youâd allow him to do anything he wanted to you if it meant viewing that gaze, him itching with lust for you.
Youâre basking in being pampered by Lee Juyeon. His blistering kisses, licks, and starved bites creates a roller coaster of emotions for you. You gleefully surrender yourself to him, and he enjoys the way your body responds to him when he makes all these moves on you.
He doesnât have to think twice about leaving hickeys behind, leaving traces of him so youâd have something to remind you of him in his absence. The reddish-purple splotches also served with intent of his claim over you.
Yes, under circumstances, he couldnât publicly flaunt you and show you off. But when youâre left alone for days and sometimes even weeks, his scent and marks lingers over your home and body. It reminds you that he has you hooked and possessed.
What a shame youâre unable to mark him as you please for obvious reasons. Itâs too risky. You have to be extra careful with your mouth and nails. It really does suck, but at least you get to have him to an extent at all, and heâs never shy with the physical affection he brings you when you get together, being more than generous.
âRide me, babydoll. Like the good girl that you are for me.â Juyeon breathes out, giving your tits a few more kisses.
You fucking adore more than youâd like to admit being called his good girl, so you do as told, raising your hands to hold onto your headboard, followed by raising your hips.
You lift yourself carefully, letting some of his length slide out of you before sucking it back in again. Gasps and groans release from both of you at the sensation.
Juyeonâs hands move to your rear, supporting you in your movements. You start repeatedly moving up and down with breasts, thighs, and butt cheeks jiggling and clapping over his body.
A delicious rhythm has begun with his support. His fingers press into your fleshy ass and his hands on your rear, not being able to resist grabbing your precious peach that fills up his hands. His weighty hands also serve as aid for your movements, working with your hips to glide your pussy walls over his cock.
Getting drilled by his cock and hopping like a bunny over it is mind-numbing pleasure for you. And for him, the sensation of his dick getting stroked repeatedly and penetrating you deeply thanks to this position is mouthwatering.
With you riding him, he has close access to every inch of you. He has a front row seat of your beautiful breasts bouncing and face that appears wrecked and out of it with every plunge.
His cock head hits spots that only he can reach and bless, leaving you two in a state of elated bliss.
Heâs unable to keep his hands situated in one spot. They roam freely over your hips, tracing your silhouette and entranced by every inch of you. Parts of you that are usually covered are here for him to see, all for himself, admiring the body that you bear.
In every other bounce he smacks your ass, which in turn, riles you up and gets you even more turned on.
âJuyeon! Fuck!â you breathlessly moan, fingers curling hard into the headboard as you moved your hips in all directions. By this point, Juyeon is meeting your movements with upward thrusts into you and helps you bounce with the palm of his hands. Sweat pearls on his forehead and it glistens especially all down your spine from the desperate activity.
The sex only continues to stay intense, especially when Juyeon starts to practically growl. His thrusts become quicker and harder with him now doing most of the work. Heâs relentlessly moving, indicating that heâs close to cumming.
Fucking you was such a high. Your gummy walls gripped his cock fittingly, like your pussy was made for him. He was hitting deep into you. Precum dripped down his tip and spread, creating a mess that mixed with your own arousal. Squelching filled the room alongside sounds of skin slapping, moans, and the bed creaking.
Your being provides a rush to Juyeon. He craved intimacy and a body to keep him warm. You were that body, a person who smiled genuinely when you saw him and asked and listened about how his lifeâs going.
The sex between you two was phenomenal, but your attitude and way you perceive him is the other part of why he keeps coming back to you.
Thereâs clearly trust and some sort of bond formed between you both. You kept this relationship, situationshipâ or whatever the hell this was on the low, protective of his idol life and respecting him.
He relies on you to bring him comfort in any way he needs it, and you give it to him willingly, happy to have him however and whenever you can because you may or may not have fallen in love with him. And maybe, just maybe, he has fallen in love with you, too.
Itâs complicated really, to be involved with someone in his position. Itâd be hard to have a regular relationship and to keep promises, his life being so on-the-go and unpredictable.
But he canât stray away from you. It would be better if he let you be with someone else with consistency and he just have casual flings to satisfy his needs. But you two canât let one another go. You make do with what works for now, and pray one anotherâs heart doesnât get broken in the process.
When heâs around you, and especially when your bodies are connected like this, heâs reminded how much he has to keep you in his life. His escape from stress and the real world, the person who keeps him grounded and appreciates all sides of him, from all angles.
These emotional feelings towards you and physically getting his length actively stroked and gripped by your cunt swamps him in a warmth that starts at his lower belly and extends between his legs and cock base.
Itâs all he can focus on, that red hot intense pulsing thatâs begging to be erupted and relieved.
Juyeonâs tongue runs over his teeth, persistently driving his cock into you. Your mewls and cries from his efforts only charge him, leading his muscles to contract.
A blast of semen finally shoots up into you from his bloated head, followed by more throbs and squirts of cum until heâs emptied out. His head leans back from the electrifying bust, heavy-lidded, biting his lower lip with low grunts.
His hips stutter and movements are sloppy as his warm liquid fills you up. His swollen, hard cock pulsing and spewing inside of you has you swaying and squeezing his shaft.
Itâs gratifying watching him cum, that youâre the sole reason why. He shudders and groans as he finishes and from you squeezing him due to being so aroused.
Your hands drop from the headboard to his flushed chest, smoothing sensually over it before hooking your arms around his neck and leaning forward.
You start reaching for your high, boning your hips into him, twirling over his dick thatâs growing overstimulated and stimulating your puffy clit.
Desperate breaths and broken mewls leave your throat while Juyeonâs hissing from the sensitivity. Though, he encourages you to finish, talking you through it while groping and slapping your ass in between.
âKeep going, fuck.â
âIâve got you baby, use me all you want.â
âCum for me, babydoll.â
And then you break, mouth fallen open, releasing stuttered gasps as your pussy pushes against him. Your muscles are spasming and heart rate is reaching the clouds as you cream all over his cock.
The sensational pleasure that comes with climaxing puts you into a trance. Heâs fucked you stupid, mind shutting down to anything that isnât that tingly pressure releasing that makes you feel giddy and satisfied.
âThatâs it, mhmm.â Feels good, huh?â A hand of Juyeonâs begins to rub at your back, his calming touch bringing you back down.
Goosebumps spread all over your skin and all you can do is pant, out of breath. You allow yourself to slowly fall on top of him, his cock now softening and still inside you. Your face digs itself into the crook of his neck, and he brings his other hand to the back of your messy hair, petting your head.
Your warm, sweaty bodies hug together, listening to one anotherâs irregular breaths and heartbeats make effort to go back to normal.
And for a little while, it seems like time stops. Juyeonâs presence and protective hold shields you like a blanket. He allows your mind to stay peaceful and dreamy, purely basking in him holding you in bed, naked bodies still molded together.
Once youâve had enough time to come down from the clouds and regain clarity, Juyeon gently pulls himself out of you. The sensation makes you slightly shiver and hiss, and he tongues his cheek at the feeling.
It takes so much in him to not wanna shove his dick back in you when your pretty pussy starts leaking you guysâ mixed fluids. The sight makes him have to hold back a growl to not sound like such an animal.
Luckily, the long night ahead leaves room to spend time together however you liked.
You two forget about the outside world for awhile, too busy indulging in each other.
That consisted of showering together, plenty more sex, and sweet, long conversations that involved subjects like how he feels about the latest song heâs recently recorded for, and reminiscing his trips to Paris for fashion weekâ of which, has his lips curling subconsciously when he says things like âYou would die for this one cafĂ© I went toâ and âDamn, I wish you could come with me next time.â
And you shared things about your life, too. Telling him stuff like your latest online purchase, and the tragic tale of dropping the pizza you tried to carefully take out of the oven the other dayâ that you still ate, of course!
It was all ordinary stories, small victories in your life recently, and silly jokes in between from you.
But Juyeon liked that. He listened attentively just like you did when hearing him speak.
Hearing you talk about what you had for breakfast or the long-awaited update on your silly family drama meant so much to him. You guys were catching up. Regardless of the contrast in activities and lifestyle, he cares to know about whatâs going on with you, big or small. Heâs just thankful that he gets to be with you.
You might feel insecure about how mundane your life seemed or worried that youâre boring him, but Juyeon is extremely fond of you. Whatever you said was important to him, because all that matters is that youâre conversing freely with him, together at last.
Before you know it, you two have passed out cuddled-up in your bed.
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You donât remember when you fell into slumber, or how long youâve been out for.
Itâs only been a few seconds since youâve woken up, but what you do realize is thereâs no body curled up and pressed against you anymore. The loss of Juyeon near you makes you moan tiredly, shifting loosely.
You worry heâs already gone until you adjust your eyes properly, seeing that his form is standing next to bed, torso bare and barely putting on his pants.
Your sounds and movements show that youâre now fully awake, so he turns to you, leaning over the bed to softly brush your hair.
âHey, baby. Sorry if I woke you up.â he whispers, watching you rub the sleep out from your eyes, lips swollen, chapped, and pouted.
âWhat time is it?â your voice comes out low.
âSeven. I gotta get going.â despite his words, he fully sits down next to you, still half-dressed.
You adjust yourself to sit upright. Last night, he had told you that he had a jacket shoot early in the morning, followed by a movie premiere in the evening to attend the next day.
The part you dread greatly has come, where you bid goodbye. It was a set-routine at this point, but it never got easier.
It sounds dramatic, but your interactions with Juyeon were limited and not as frequent as youâd like it to be. His life is extremely demanding, and his personal life had to remain private to protect himself and the people he loves.
So, you had to grow accustomed to not hearing much from him for days, not seeing him as much as youâd like, and only being able to hangout within limited places like your house 90 percent of the time.
Having to navigate your relationship this way leaves a sour taste in Juyeonâs mouth and it worries him that heâs hurting your feelings, but youâre willing to make it work. Youâll always be here for him, supporting him and heâs aware of that. Which is why he feels shitty and blue every time he has to leave you.
You can never get yourself to tell him how much youâll miss him or love him, so instead, you nuzzle your head against his chest, instantly wrapping your arms around him.
His own arms respond immediately, doing the same over your form. You give him a tight hug, and he just holds you in silence for a minute, wallowing in the comfort of each other.
âIâm still wearing your shirt. You need it back?â you speak up as you take note with your cheek pressing against his bare chest. After getting handsy and dirty with each other for a few rounds, he covered you with his shirt to sleep in, as he did most of the time.
Nah, keep it on. Iâll just grab a new one in the closet. You still have my other shirts here, right?â
You canât resist in smiling at his words, knowing that yes, you did keep a handful of his clothing stored inside your closet.
What can you say, you liked wearing and stealing his clothes. And, Juyeon encourages it, too. He also likes leaving extra clothing behind here because even though heâs not able to be around as much as heâd like to and you donât live together, this is still his home.
âAlways.â you dotted a tiny kiss over his chest and he hums.
The small gesture and that singular word gives him the biggest urge to pull your lips towards his mouth to kiss you, and he does give into it.
He lets his lips do the talking of how his heart and mind feels, kissing you like thereâs no tomorrow, profound feelings of attachment and attraction towards you behind the way his lips move with yours.
You cherish the kiss, just like you did any other with him, never seeming to get enough of him.
After unspoken feelings of love and yearn through kisses and glossy eyes, you two had to let go so Juyeon wouldnât be late.
Reluctantly, you each let go, and he gets off your bed to walk towards your closet. You sat in bed, watching him while your figure and mind feels like itâs in defeat.
You bunched up the bottom of Juyeonâs shirt that you wear in your hands, clutching tightly onto something that belongs to him. Seeing him get ready to leave feels like a pin stabbing at your heart, deflating it until it collapses, left empty until his next return.
Juyeon is filled with guilt and feels like heâs abandoning you, but he hopes you know that thereâs a permanent spot reserved for you in his mind. Heâs always thinking of you, selfishly hoping you never forget about him, too.
Once heâs properly dressed, he steers back to you. You try to put on your best smile, trying to conceal the fact that youâre bummed that he always has to leave like this.
Juyeon knows youâre trying your best for him. As if to reassure you and make it known that he appreciates your efforts, he taps your chin with his thumb, getting you to look at him with those doll-like eyes of yours.
He tips down to press a kiss over that adorable bed-head of yours, savoring your scent. You melt under his touch one last time.
âIâll see you soon, cutie. Okay?â he voices, giving you a small nod.
âOkay.â you whispered, eyes locking once more before he leaves your bedroom and finds his own way out.
Youâre left alone on your bed that seems massive and lonely without him in it. You stare at nothing in particular, listening to him step out of your house, doors shutting and locking as he does so.
Now, all you can do is attempt to fall back sleep.
At least in your slumber, you can be closer to him inside your dreams.
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there is an intense rivalry between you, always trying to outdo each other in various areas of your lives. but this time, your competition takes an intimate turn. the tension between you is tense as you face each other, eyes locked with an unspoken conflict.
âfirst one to moan must do the other one a favor,â he proudly proposes.
âyouâre gonna regret that.â
âweâll see about that,â he retorts, eyes glinting with determination.
you start with a gentle touch, tracing your fingers along his jawline. you lean in, lips hovering over his. but before you can make a move, he turns your head
ânot so fast,â he whispers, a sly smile on his face.
he runs his hands through your hair, pulling you closer to him. his touches become more aggressive as he explores every inch of your body.
determined to win, you push him onto the bed and waste no time to straddle him, hands roaming over his body. you trail kisses down his neck, making him let out a low groan. a sense of power washes over you as you feel him getting harder beneath you. you know youâre in control now, you know youâre close to victory.
but heâs not gonna let you win, especially without a fight. âis that all youâve got?â he flips you over, his lips finding yours in a deep passionate kiss. his hands travel your body once again, trying to find the right spot to make you moan.
suddenly, his hands slip between your legs and find your clit. you canât hold back anymore, a loud moan escaped your lips.
âfuck, we havenât even started yet.â his eyes gleam with mischief. âlooks like you owe me a favor, huh?â
âfuck you.â you glare at him, knowing that you have no choice.
a mischievous smile spreads across his face as an idea pops into his head. âactually, i donât want to end this just yet. shall we continue without the favor? i wanna see how long i can make you moan.â
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BAD IDEA RIGHT?
PAIRING lee juyeon x f!reader
WORD COUNT 4.10k
GENRES ⊠smut
WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, literally porn with plot. like iâm so insane, enemies to âwe fuckinâ as reese put it đ„°, frat boy tbz again!!!, juyo is literally so irritating in the first half im not even gonna lie, heâs also a manwhore, making out, reader is a bit of a brat, juyeon has a dirty mouth, kinda dom!juyeon, vaginal fingering, oral (m! receiving), SHOWER SEX !12!1!, heâs hitting it from the back btw, unprotected sex, creampie, juyeon is actually⊠i donât even know how to describe him writing his character made me want to claw at the walls lol
SUMMARY deep down youâre fully aware that youâre probably making a huge mistake by giving into juyeon just like every other girl on campus ever has. but paired with how intoxicating his mouth feels on your own and the steam filled bathroom clouding your head, you canât seem to find a logical reason to stop.
MORE heheheh im back đ€ oh my god this was actually the cause of a week full of sleepless nights. i genuinely drove myself crazy writing this bc NEED FRRRR like idk iâm so đ delusional. ANYWAYS. ANON. THIS ONE IS FOR U. U REQUESTED THIS AND I RAN WITH IT. u wanted more juyeon, i deliver more juyeon ;) also shout out to ally, moni, AND reese for betaâing đ„ș i love u my cupcakes!! prompt used: 18 <3
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If there was anyone on Earth that you hated more than anything, it had to be Lee Juyeon.
To put things plainly, he was quite literally the bane of your existence. Being around him made your blood pressure skyrocket and gave you migraines that lasted for days. It was insane how one person could affect you so much by doing so little. It seemed as if he thrived off of getting under your skin.
Considering he was the captain and the pitcher of the baseball team, it wasnât shocking. He was also a member of one of the most popular fraternities on campus. But he happened to be roommates with one of your best friends, and that made it ten times worse.
Youâd known Changmin since third grade, along with Kevin and Chanhee. When he mentioned heâd be joining a fraternity in college, you were a bit apprehensive. All you knew about them was what youâd read in YA books and seen in movies. Neither gave them a good rep. Part of you wanted to talk him out of it, but you knew this was something you had to let him do, given you were adults and it was his college experience. At least you still had the other two under one roof.
The first time you met Juyeon was also the first time you attended a frat party. Changmin had just passed his initiation after waiting a year and he invited all of you to celebrate. You were excited for the most part since high school parties were more for an adrenaline rush due to the fact that your parents never let you go to them and you either snuck out or lied about going. You didnât have to worry about the limitations of parents this go around.
The boys disappeared almost immediately upon arrival, leaving you to fend for yourself in the very crowded fraternity house. You could hardly pass through a room without bumping into somebodyâs shoulder or elbow, huffing as you maneuver around the house equivalent to a sardine can. Your drink nearly spilled onto your top multiple times and you were glad you decided against the heels for the night.
You chugged the rest of the jungle juice in your cup as you stepped onto the patio, where itâs just as noisy and just as packed. Youâre lucky enough to find an empty lounge chair near the houseâs pool, unoccupied and calling your name. When your legs touch the plastic chair, you flinch at how hot it is, most likely from being in the sun all day.
âWoah, do you want a cushion?â
You look up at the source of the voice. Youâve seen him around campus before, and even at Changminâs games. Lee Juyeon was just one of those people that you had to know, unless youâd been living under a rock. Just like everyone else in the world, you couldnât deny how attractive he was. From this distance, you truly understood why girls would giggle like high schoolers over the guy.
âUh, sure. Yeah, that would be great actually.â You nod, watching as he wanders towards the shed in the corner of the big ass backyard. He returns promptly, holding his red solo cup between his teeth and one hand on your lower back guiding you to a standing position so he could place down the cushion.
âAs a thank you, can I get your name?â He gives you a cocky little smile that shouldâve been a warning. And looking back on it, you shouldâve seen his true personality sooner, to be completely honest. The way his lips curled at the corners, like a conniving bastard who got off on irritating others.
âItâs Y/N,â you say, messing with your empty cup. âIâd ask for yours, but I kinda already know.â
He laughs at that, scratching the back of his neck. âThatâs not surprising.â Itâs at this point that youâre starting to see through his sweet facade, but despite knowing betterâ despite always keeping your guard upâ you let yourself fall for it just this once. All because you didnât want to fuck things up for Changmin. He owed you big time.
âWell, you are a talented athlete.â You didnât want to fuel what is probably already a massive ego, but youâd rather compliment his baseball skills than the fact that he was infamous for screwing around with half of the girls on campus. Technically, that was a feat of its own since heâd only been in school for a year.
âOh, so you think Iâm talented?â He rested a hand on your chair, leaning down to your level. Confidence oozed from every corner of his being and if you werenât so self aware, perhaps you couldâve ended up like all those other victims of his charismatic behavior.
âI go to the games for Changmin,â you scoff, glancing away from his face to stop the heat rising up your neck. âIâve only paid attention to you once or twice.â
âYeah, sure. Let's go with that,â he bites his lip, blatantly checking you out. âI wouldnât mind paying attention to you a little.â
âIâm unimpressed, Juyeon,â you snort, raising an eyebrow at him. âDoes this shit really work on everyone?â
âI can drop the act if you want, baby. Just let me know when youâre ready to stop playing hard to get.â He stands upright, running a hand through his hair.
Every time you ran into Lee Juyeon after that, he was more and more insufferable. He knew his influence on you, too, if his smug fucking grin was anything to go by. You wish you could just slap it off of him. However, you stood by being the bigger person in any given situation, so that was off the table. (And half of you still felt a moral obligation to not get your friend into hot water.)
âWould it kill you to play nice every once in a while? I do live with the dude, you know.â Changmin whines, trailing you in the supermarket like a lost puppy.
âHeâs got a point, N/N,â Kevin adds, humming as he tosses a boxed dinner into the cart. âI get that heâs a little bit of an overconfident douche, but rolling your eyes at him when he hasnât even done anything just makes it worse on you. And JiChang, too, I guess.â
âBroâŠâ
You werenât even sure why he decided to tag along with you and the other boys when you mentioned grocery shopping. In fact, he might as well have stayed his ass home if he was just going to gang up on you the whole time. Chanhee sighs dramatically, bringing your shopping cart to a halt.
âCan we not have a peaceful grocery trip? Is that impossible or something?â His lips form a thin line. âI swear, all we do is talk about how much Y/N hates Lee Juyeon. Can we please move on?â
âThank you, Chanhee, I agree,â you nod along, walking backwards as you do so and ignoring the faces your friends make. âHe makes me want to kill myself.â
âWho makes you want to kill yourself?â
You jump up, frightened by the sudden voice in your ear. Your friends all give you sheepish smiles, as if theyâd already tried to warn you. (What shitty jobs they did.) With a hand over your heart, you turn around to meetâ speak of the devilâ none other than Lee Juyeon himself.
âWhat are you doing here?â Your eyes narrow and your arms cross over your chest. Luck could never be on your side when it came to this guy.
âUh, last I checked, this was a public supermarket. Where I can publicly shop. I wasnât aware that I had to run that by you. So sorry, sweetheart.â He pouts, his expression so theatrical you nearly give in to your constant urge to punch him in the face.
You feel your eye twitch, and it takes everything in you to step back and assess just how bad it would be if you committed murder right now. Changmin comes to your rescue, doing damage control as best as he can while Kevin attempts to talk you out of becoming a criminal.
The two frat brothers do their little fraternity handshake thing and then finally heâs out of sight, out of mind, allowing you to visibly relax. Chanhee purses his lips. âOkay, so maybe I do see where the anger comes from. And holy shit, Y/N, you have the patience of a saint.â
âThe person you have called is unavailable! At the tone, please leave a message. When you have finished recording, you mayââ
âGoddammit.â You curse, ending the unsuccessful call.
The downside of working far from campus, was working far from campus. You didnât have your own car and usually relied on one of your roommates for a ride to and from. But now here you are, stranded at work while itâs pouring cats and dogs outside. Kevin was in class and Chanhee wasnât picking up his phone. You could call Changmin, but youâre pretty sure he also had a class around this time.
Just as youâre about to succumb to your demise, you receive a text from Chanhee.
[2:57 pm] michael jackson: IM SO SORRY AJNSSJNW BUT SOMETHING CAME UP WITH A GROUP PROJECT
[2:57 pm] michael jackson: DONT WORRY THOUGH, IVE GOT IT COVERED UR STILL GETTING PICKED UP
âCould today get any worse?â You mutter to yourself, locking your phone and tossing it into your purse. As if your timing couldnât be better, you spoke entirely too soon. Your eyes squint at the unfamiliar car rolling up under the carport. Your brows furrowed in confusion, because you had no idea who could be your saving grace. Chanhee was a wild card so who knew who he had on speed dial.
But then the passenger window rolls down and you wish the ground would just swallow you whole. Lee Juyeon grins that stupid fucking grin of his, beckoning you to his car as it unlocks when he shifts into park. You shake your head.
âNo way. There is absolutely no way I am getting into that car.â You shout over the pelting rain.
Juyeon tsks, his eyes rolling when he reaches over the center console to open the door for you. âIs there anyone else who would drop everything theyâre doing to pick you up in this weather?â
Your lips pull into a flat line. The answer was no, you didnât have anyone else who would drop everything they were doing to pick you up in this weather. That was the reason Juyeon was here, you supposed. It didnât mean you werenât at least going down without a fight, though. Except, Lee Juyeon was a man who was all too comfortable with how expressive you were. Most notably towards him.
âWhat? Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?â
âFuck you. Iâd rather walk.â You seethe, starting straight in the direction of your apartment. Juyeon groans at first, your constant need to prove yourself getting on his nerves for once. Then his eyes widen slightly when he realizes youâre not joking.
The truth was that the rain was freezing and youâd love to be in the shelter of a warm car. In fact, you didnât really care that Juyeon was the person driving. But you were too deep into the bit now. You couldnât just turn around and get in the car, for you had a pride to protect at this point.
âShit.â Juyeon swears under his breath, reaching into the backseat to grab an umbrella. Sure he loved to tease you and rile you up, but he wasnât cruel. Your friends would have his head on a silver platter if he let anything happen to you.
You pause in your steps when youâre no longer being showered in rain water. Juyeon holds the umbrella over your head with a worried expression. You feel kind of bad for making him chase after you even though heâd already gone out of his way to pick you up. Sometimes you wish your ego wasnât so fragile. Maybe then you could accept help when you needed it instead of making things worse.
âCan you please stop being so stubborn and just get in the damn car, Y/N? Do you have to make everything difficult all the time?â Usually, pissing you off made him over the moon, but you can tell heâs not exactly pleased at the moment. You swallow thickly, nodding quietly and following him back to his car.
The whole drive to your apartment is silent save for the song playing on his speakers. Itâs not as loud in comparison to the storm outside, but youâre grateful that itâs filling the space between you. If only Lee Juyeon hadnât done such an excellent job ticking you off like a bomb, then maybe you wouldâve just hopped in the passenger seat with ease. But no, he had to goad you until you made an irrational decision and now here you are.
As he pulls up to your building, you say a little prayer that you donât regret your next actions. He stops as close to the stairs as he can, but you turn to him before unbuckling your seatbelt. With a deep breath, you ask, âWould you like toâ uhâ come inside?â
He glances from you to the stairs and then shrugs, parking in the nearest empty spot. He holds the umbrella over both of you as you make your way to your unit, lightly sprinting so you donât get anymore soaked than you already are. You figured the least you could do was invite the dude into your home and offer him some hot tea, just so he could warm up before heading back to the TBZ house. Your roommates not being here to make fun of you was also a plus.
Thereâs still an unspoken tension even after youâve shed your raincoats and shoes by the front door, settling into your apartment and its coziness. Juyeon sits at the breakfast bar as you busy yourself with preparing the kettle and getting a couple tea bags. His watchful gaze is a little intimidating now that youâve seen his serious side.
Once youâve finished making the tea, you set his mug in front of him. You look everywhere but him when you say, âIâm gonna take a shower if youâre okay waiting out here by yourself.â He doesnât respond verbally, so you take it as your cue to leave.
You turn on the water to let it heat up before gathering your essentials. When youâve completed your back and forth trip from the bathroom and your bedroom, youâre finally ready to just relax in your shower and forget about todayâs events. But how could you ever truly relax with Lee Juyeon in your space, permeating your peace?
As youâre shutting the bathroom door, a foot jams itself between the threshold and stops you. You glance up from the floor to meet Juyeonâs eyes. Theyâre darker than youâre used to, a deep shade of brown that has your stomach twisting into knots.
âYou know, Y/N, this game of cat and mouse is starting to get old,â he takes a step into the steaming room, locking the door behind him and trapping you. âJust admit to yourself that you want me.â
You sputter at his bold words, because you donât. You donât want Lee Juyeon. Why would you want Lee Juyeon? âIâm not gonna lie to myself. I donât want you.â
He laughs humorlessly, closing the gap between you just a little more. You donât have it in you to back away from him. He reaches a hand up to tuck some damp hair behind your ear. Youâre still wet and cold from your stupid idea to walk in the rain, but Juyeon plans to warm you up perfectly. âYou sure?â
âPositive,â you breathe.
âWhy donât we test that theory?â Now heâs got you backed into the wall, his face a hairâs breadth distance from your own. âI have a feeling I can change your mind.â
You donât know if itâs the heat of the bathroom or Juyeonâs lips being so close, but so far simultaneously that has your brain turning into static. Your head feels fuzzy, like youâre watching TV on an empty channel through a blurry lens. You lick your lips, vision trained on his. âWhy donât we?â
Thatâs all the confirmation he needs to press your mouths together in a searing kiss, hotter than the temperature of the room. You feel him smile against you when you make no move to push him away, instead carding your fingers through his hair. He groans when you tug a bit, twirling the longer strands around your index.
His hands slip under your top, thumbs rubbing circles into your waist. This is a terrible idea. Deep down youâre fully aware that youâre probably making a huge mistake by giving into Juyeon just like every other girl on campus ever has. But paired with how intoxicating his mouth feels on your own and the steam filled bathroom clouding your head, you canât seem to find a logical reason to stop.
When you part for air, you both start stripping your top layers, resuming your attacks on each otherâs lips once youâre left in nothing but undergarments. Juyeon trails kisses along the side of your neck, nipping and sucking wherever he feels fit. You gasp when he finds that particular spot that contributes to the butterflies fluttering about your stomach. âGod, youâre so annoying.â
âYeah?â And despite getting ready to give you the pleasure of your life, his grin against your skin still manages to irritate you. âYou hate me so much, huh?â
âMhm,â you whine as his fingers dip beneath the band of your panties, toying with your sensitive cunt. âHate you so badâ ahâŠâ
âYou might wanna shut up soon, sweetheart,â Juyeon warns, sliding his ring finger between your lower lips. âOr else Iâll give that mouth something to do.â
âIâll do whatever I want,â you pull his hand from your underwear, kneeling in front of him when he furrows his eyebrows in confusion. Your nails scrape lightly down his abdomen before hooking into the waistband of his briefs, freeing him from the material. It takes a lot out of you to not visibly react at the sight of his cock, hard and flushed to the tip. You couldnât dare inflate his ginormous ego, the situation you were currently in already doing enough on its own. His size is impressive too, making you wonder just how he expects you to take him like a champ.
âWhat a fucking brat,â he hisses, your tongue swiping along the underside of his dick. âAlways gotta have the last word, donât you?â
âMmmm,â you moan, mouth full with just the tip. Youâd never been the type of person who cared about size. As long as they knew what they were doing and made you finish, you held no qualms with their length. In fact, you donât think you ever even paid much attention to anyoneâs dick in your life. But if there was anything to back Lee Juyeonâs cockiness, it had to be, well, his cock.
âYou have no idea how many times Iâve imagined this moment,â he confesses, wrapping your hair around his hand into a makeshift ponytail. âBut, fuck, this is so much better.â
The admission shoots straight to your core and you find yourself whimpering, the vibrations against his dick driving him crazy. He has to support his weight with one hand flat to the wall, the other still tightly fisting your hair. With every suck and flick of your tongue, he tugs a little more, the sting on your scalp providing you with more pleasure than pain. You pull off of him to take a breath, jerking him off as you do so.
âAm I meeting your expectations?â You bat your eyelashes up at him, drool sliding down your chin and makeup smeared under your eyes in tear streaks. He groans at the sight of you, forcing you to a standing position so he could kiss you again.
You start dragging him towards the shower, unhooking your bra and stepping out of your panties. He raises an eyebrow at you, amused. âYou want me to fuck you in the shower, baby? Have you slipping all over my cock?â
âDuh,â you canât help but roll your eyes at his question, practically pawing at his underwear to get him out of them fully. âDid you think I sucked your dick on the bathroom floor for fun?â
âThat mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble one of these days.â
He kicks them off, reconnecting your lips as you step into the shower. The hot water hits your back almost like a massage, synchronously getting in your mouth as you make out with Juyeon aggressively. Itâs like he canât get enough of you, big hands kneading and groping everywhere and nowhere all at once. You feel insane, especially with how good of a kisser he is. Itâs like youâre on cloud nine and nothingâs capable of bringing you down.
When heâs finally lost his patience, he spins you around, pressing you cheek first to the shower wall. You feel him against your lower back, his lips leveling with your ear. In spite of acting as if he had himself under control, you can hear the pant in his breathing, deep voice a little desperate than usual. He has a hand gripping your thigh and picking up your leg.
âNo protection?â He asks, his cock already gliding between your folds in anticipation.
âMm-mm,â you shake your head as best you can with his body sandwiching you to the tiled surface. âWanna feel you raw.â
âFuck, you canât say shit like that to me,â Juyeon groans into your ear, giving no warning as he spits down your front and hikes your leg higher, thrusting into your cunt. âYouâll make me wanna stay buried in you forever.â
You moan, hand coming up to hold the side of his head as he fucks you into the shower wall. If someone were to ask about this very moment, you werenât too sure how youâd defend yourself. A moment of weakness, perhaps? But if a moment of weakness felt this fucking good every time, you might fall into a habit of judgment lapses.
He nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, nibbling and biting your shoulder and the surrounding area with each snap of his hips. The angle he drives into you at has stars forming at the back of your vision, the tip of his cock brushing that one spot deep inside of you whenever he thrusts up. You donât even think his entire dick is in you as he does this, but you also donât really have the mind to care, way too focused on memorizing the veins of his shaft with your walls.
Youâre far too gone to consider the consequences of your actions, the horizon of your release just beyond your fingertips now. Youâd never needed someone so viscerally before, so carnally. Yet here you were, sucking Lee Juyeonâs cock in with your pussy like you were a damn vacuum. The sounds youâre making bounce back and forth on the walls, no doubt louder than the shower water itself.
âIâ I-Iâm soâ fuck,â you mewl, words wobbling. âIâm so, so close, Juyo.â
âYeah, baby?â He sighs in your ear, nudging your sensitive clit with his thumb while raising your leg as much as he physically can. âMe too, where do you want me?â
âInside,â you donât think you even make sense anymore, babbling as he continues to fuck you stupid. âPlease. Want you to cum inside me.â
Juyeon grits his teeth, pleased with himself that he didnât orgasm right then and there. He uses his last ounce of strength to get the two of you off together. âCâmon, sweetheart, cum for me.â
The fogginess subsides pretty quickly after youâve finished, your brain registering what just happened almost instantaneously. If you werenât so hypersensitive, you wouldâve pulled him out yourself and scrambled to flee the scene. (And maybe even the country.) There are many more rational thoughts running through your head now. The entire trajectory of your life has just been changed, whether you realized it or not. But the biggest issue was:
What the hell do you do now?
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Do I Wanna Know? | Octoberfest Day 2
âș Pairing -Â best friend!Juyeon x fem! reader
âș Drink - Old Fashioned with a hint of absinthe (aka best friend!au x high / drunk sex)
âș Summary -Â They say you should always chase your dreams...But what if your dream is a person?
âș Word Count -Â 0.9K
âș Warnings - Smut (18+, minors DNI), wet dreams, unprotected sex, dub con (don't read if triggering), foreplay, fingering, dry humping, messy makeouts, begging, wet dreams, marking, creampie, hair pulling, biting (?), a very in love Juyeon if you look closer , idiots-to-lovers eventually
âș Authorâs note -Â a shorter fic for today but I had this idea in my wips for a long time, felt like it was the right time to use it haha thinking of making a part 2 for this but do let me know if youâre interested in that! Title inspired by the Arctic Monkeys song of course. Proofread once, hope you enjoy!
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It almost seemed too real for Juyeon.
The way you whined under his touch. How his lips kissed the soft skin of your neck, one hand holding your neck while the other rested on your hip, enveloping you in a warm embrace as he cuddled you in his bed from behind. Holding onto you as if you'd slip away from him at any given moment.
He always had dreams like this. Dreams where he had you to himself. Dreams where he crossed the boundary of your friendship. Dreams where he could finally call you his. Dreams where you felt the same as he did.
Oh, how he hated waking up from these kinds of dreams, because he would have to face the reality that you were not his.
It's not that Juyeon hated being your best friend. He would rather choose your friendship over anything, even if it meant squashing down whatever romantic feelings he had for you. Even if it meant one day you two could no longer hang out the way you would because someone else had your attention.
Until then, he would cherish every moment he had with you, relish in dreams where he was the center of your attention for once. To touch you as only a lover should, just like he's currently doing in this very hazy but vivid dream.
"I want you," he mumbles in your ear, "I want you all to myself."
"Then have me. I've always been yoursâŠ" you whine out.
Something stirred within Juyeon as you said those words, making him tighten his grip on you as he started to leave love bites on your neck and shoulder. His hands snaked beneath your denim shorts, his palm cupping your sex as you moaned sweetly for him.
Juyeon's fingers start to dip between your folds, teasing your sensitive bud as you squirm against him. You couldn't help but desperately gasp his name, begging for him to undress you and tear you apart. And so he did, aggressively pulling down your shorts and pulling your panties to the side.
You could feel his clothed erection pressed up against your wet entrance as he slowly ruts into you, one hand cupping your mound as the other lifts your leg for better access.
Juyeon's breath falters as he feels your slick slowly dampening his clothes. He lets out a growl against your ear, swiftly removing his own pants as his desire for you grows stronger. He desperately needed to feel your skin against his, even your wetness was starting to feel too real for him to comprehend. He tugs his length briefly before aligning himself to your entrance, his tip eagerly nudging as he waits for your command.
"Tell me you want it." Juyeon gently holds your jaw with his other hand, wanting to look into your eyes as you beg for him to cross the line.
"Please, I want it. I want it so bad," you whine. Juyeon leans forward, his lips just a whisper away from touching yours as his eyes look down to your lips.
"If I give it to you, there's no turning back," he says with a deep and slow voice, subtly warning you of the consequences of your actions.
"I don't care," you breathe out, your eyes filled with desire. "I want you, Juyeon. I've always wanted you."
Without hesitation, Juyeon captures your lips in a passionate kiss, his hips slowly pushing forward as he enters you. You both moan into the kiss, overwhelmed by the sensation of finally becoming one.
Your hand instantly grabs his hair behind you as he starts to thrust his entire length inside you. Juyeon groans as you tug onto his hair, slowly increasing his pace while he holds your leg up. You two don't stop kissing as he continues to fuck himself between your velvety walls. Lips slotting between one another perfectly, tongues intertwining with one another, moaning into each other's mouths.
Everything about this dream was perfect to Juyeon, almost too perfect in fact. From all the wet dreams he's had, this one by far had to be the most vivid. Your touch, your sounds, even the smell of the shampoo you used, it almost seemed likeâ
"Fuck, I'm so closeâ" Juyeon slurs his words. "Come with me, please come with me," he begs.
"Juyeon, Iâ ugh!" Your walls suddenly squeeze his cock as you tighten your grip on his hair, tugging it as you fall over the edge. Juyeon comes right after you, his warmth instantly blooming inside you as he stills. He tries to catch his breath for a moment, trying to grasp why everything felt too real for himâŠ
"Juyeon!"
He feels his body being shaken as your panicked voice causes his eyes to flutter open. His vision slowly adjusting as he feels his bed dip, your figure moving frantically as you pull away from him. Once Juyeon's vision starts to become clear, he sees your widened eyes looking back at him, as if you've seen a ghost.
"What's going on?" his groggy voice asks you, but you don't move a muscle as you're frozen in place.
Something wet flutters around his cock, making Juyeon hiss at the feeling. The moment he looks down to check, the realization hits him like a tidal wave⊠it wasn't a dream after all.
"Oh fuckâŠ"
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