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rispwr · 4 months ago

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If i were you i'd do me - JK - MDNI - 3

pairings : fuckboy! jk x fem! reader, established relationship, mentions of smart! namjoon x oc, slow burn, enemies to lovers

contents/warnings : fluff, motorrides with jk

taglist : @crazyovayou @sinfullygay @minghaosimp (comment if you wanna be added to my taglists)

context : Jungkook, the notorious campus heartbreaker and player, unexpectedly becomes your groupmate alongside Namjoon, the guy you’ve secretly admired for ages. However, it seems your feelings have started shifting from Namjoon to someone else entirely unexpected…

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The morning sun was relentless as it streamed through my curtains, casting harsh rays over my face and forcing me out of my peaceful slumber. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to hold on to the last remnants of sleep, but something nagged at the back of my mind—something I couldn’t quite place. As I stretched out under the covers, a fleeting memory hit me, and the weight of last night came crashing down like a tidal wave.

Oh no.

I sat up abruptly, my heart pounding in my chest. Did I actually do that? I groaned, clutching my face in my hands as flashes of the night before flooded my mind. Jungkook. I did it with Jungkook. My body tensed at the realization, disgust and regret swirling in my stomach.

“What the hell did I do?” I whispered to myself, panic slowly creeping up my spine. This couldn’t be real. It had to be a bad dream, right?

Just then, a loud, high-pitched squeal escaped my mouth—something between a shriek and a cry for help. “AHHHHHHHH!”

Out of nowhere, Hoseok burst through my door like a man on a mission. “What happened?! What’s wrong?” His eyes were wide, scanning the room as if expecting an intruder.

I nearly jumped out of my skin at the sight of him. “Hobi?! What the—why are you here?” I stammered, pulling the covers up over my chest even though I was fully clothed. My face flushed red, partly from the shock of seeing him and partly because of the memory of last night.

Hoseok blinked at me, his face still full of worry. “What do you mean, why am I here? I heard you scream! I thought something happened to you!”

Something had happened, just not the kind of emergency he was expecting. I buried my face in my hands, trying to hide my embarrassment. How the hell was I supposed to explain this?

Hoseok edged closer, his voice laced with concern. “Y/N, seriously, what’s going on?”

I peeked at him through my fingers, my cheeks burning. “Oh my god, Hobi… I just… I just did it with Jungkook last night.”

Hoseok froze, staring at me in disbelief. Slowly, a knowing smirk spread across his face, and he gave me a side-eye. “You’re just now realizing your doings?”

I groaned again, wanting to crawl under my bed and never come out. “I mean, I knew last night, but it didn’t hit me until just now!” I threw my hands in the air, feeling completely overwhelmed by the situation.

Hoseok’s smirk only widened as he leaned back, crossing his arms. “You realize this is what I’ve been telling you all along, right? The more you hate him, the more you love him.” He gave me a pointed look, and like a bad movie flashback, his words from months ago echoed in my mind.

“The more you hate, the more you love.”

I groaned louder this time, letting my head fall back against the headboard. “No, no, no, this isn’t happening,” I mumbled. This was exactly what I had been trying to avoid—getting sucked back into Jungkook’s orbit, falling for his charm again. And yet, here I was.

Before I could spiral any further, my phone buzzed on the nightstand. I froze, eyes widening in horror as I glanced at the screen. It was Jungkook.

“Oh no,” I muttered, staring at his name lighting up my phone like it was some kind of death sentence. My stomach did a somersault, and I could feel Hoseok’s eyes boring into me.

“What? What is it?” Hoseok asked, leaning over to peek at the phone.

“It’s Jungkook,” I whispered, feeling my pulse quicken.

“Well, girl, answer it!” Hoseok said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“No way!” I whisper-yelled, clutching the phone to my chest. “You answer it!”

Hoseok gave me a look like I’d lost my mind. “Ew, no! I’m not the one who slept with him!”

“I did not sleep with him!” I fired back, though the words felt weak even to my own ears.

“Yes, you did,” Hoseok replied matter-of-factly, raising an eyebrow.

Before I could even think of a comeback, the phone slipped from my hands, and in the chaos of trying to catch it, I accidentally hit the answer button. My eyes widened in horror as Jungkook’s voice came through the speaker.

“Hey baby,” he said, his voice smooth and playful. “Wanna go to dinner tonight?”

I cringed, holding the phone to my ear. “Ew, don’t call me baby,” I shot back, trying to sound annoyed even though my heart was racing.

Hoseok snorted next to me, shaking his head. “Girl, shut up and just go with him.”

I glanced at him, unsure of what to do. Part of me wanted to throw the phone across the room and never speak to Jungkook again, but the other part—the part that had spent the night with him—was curious. What would happen if I agreed?

Sighing in defeat, I leaned back against the headboard and spoke into the phone. “Fine, fine. But you’re paying, and you have to pick me up.”

Hoseok’s eyes went wide, and before I knew it, he was squealing at the top of his lungs. “OH MY GOD!” He jumped off the bed, sprinting out of the room. “Eommoniiii!” I heard him yell down the hall. “Our precious Y/N has a date!”

I groaned, burying my face in my hands again as I heard my mom squealing in response from downstairs.

“OH MY GOD!” my mom’s voice echoed up to my room. “A date?! With Jungkook?!”

I could feel the heat creeping up my neck as I glanced at the phone, still on the line with Jungkook. “You’re going to pay for this,” I muttered, though I wasn’t sure if I was talking to Hoseok or Jungkook.

Jungkook’s laughter rang through the phone. “I’m looking forward to it. See you tonight, babe.”

“Don’t call me babe,” I huffed, but there was a small smile tugging at my lips despite my best efforts.

After hanging up, I lay back in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to process what just happened. I had just agreed to go on a date with Jungkook. How had my life spiraled into this?

Hoseok bounded back into the room, a huge grin plastered on his face. “So, you finally caved, huh?”

I groaned, rolling over to face the wall. “I didn’t cave. I was blackmailed into this.”

“Sure, keep telling yourself that,” Hoseok said, flopping down on the bed next to me. “But deep down, you know you want this.”

“No, I don’t,” I protested weakly, but even I didn’t believe it anymore. There was something about Jungkook that always pulled me back in, no matter how hard I tried to resist.

Hoseok nudged me with his elbow, a teasing glint in his eyes. “You better make sure you look hot tonight. You know he’s going to be expecting it.”

I groaned again, pulling the covers over my head. “Can you just stop?”

fast forward

The sun was setting, casting a warm, golden hue over the house as I sat in front of the mirror in my bedroom, staring blankly at my reflection. My mind kept drifting to the events of the past 24 hours, and no matter how much I tried to avoid it, Jungkook’s name lingered in my thoughts. I didn’t know what was going on with me. Why did I agree to go on this date? It wasn’t like I wanted to.

At least, that’s what I kept telling myself.

Suddenly, my bedroom door swung open with a loud creak, and in came Hoseok, his usual energetic self. Following close behind him was my mom, who had that familiar, excited glint in her eyes.

“Alright, Y/N, let’s go!” Hoseok chirped, clapping his hands together as he stood beside my mom, practically bouncing on his feet. “We’re taking you to the salon. You’ve got to look perfect for tonight.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Hobi, it’s just dinner. Geez.”

My mom crossed her arms, giving me a knowing look. “Y/N, this is your first date. Come on, you never go on any dates,” she said, her voice gentle yet firm, the way only a mother’s voice could be.

Hoseok, ever the instigator, jumped in immediately. “Exactly. The last time you tried to have a date, the guy ghosted you, remember? This is your first real date!”

“Yeah, well,” I muttered, folding my arms across my chest. “Not with the person I actually want to be with.”

Hoseok rolled his eyes and gave me a playful nudge. “Trust me. He’ll be the one you want eventually.” His voice carried that mischievous tone he always used when he thought he knew something I didn’t.

I grunted in annoyance, trying to hide the smile tugging at the corner of my lips. Hoseok had a way of getting under my skin, but sometimes, he was annoyingly right. Just as I was about to protest, my phone buzzed on the nightstand, startling me. I glanced at the screen. It was Jungkook.

My heart did a strange little flip, and before I could stop myself, I answered the call. “What do you want?”

On the other end of the line, Jungkook’s voice was smooth and playful. “Wear something cute or elegant tonight. I want to take you somewhere nice.”

“Oh—okay. Okay then,” I stammered, caught off guard by the sudden shift in his tone. For some reason, hearing him talk like that made my stomach flutter. I wasn’t used to this side of him—at least, not anymore.

“Aight, see you later, pretty,” he said, his voice dropping in a way that made my skin tingle.

I hung up quickly, tossing my phone back onto the bed as if it were on fire. Hoseok was practically buzzing with excitement next to me, while my mom had that gleam in her eyes that told me she was about to go into full mom mode.

“What did he say?” Hoseok asked, leaning in closer.

I shook my head, trying to suppress the smile that threatened to creep onto my face. “He told me to wear something cute or elegant. That’s all.”

Hoseok gasped dramatically. “See? This is why we’re going to the salon! You need to look perfect!”

Before I could argue, my mom grabbed my hand and gently pulled me toward the hallway. “Come on, Y/N. This is important. It’s not just about looking good for him—it’s about feeling good about yourself too.”

I sighed, knowing there was no way I was getting out of this. “Fine, fine. Let’s go.”

We made our way to the salon, which was actually part of our house. My dad, before he passed, had built a special section dedicated to me and my mom—a small but luxurious space where we could indulge in all things beauty-related. He had been an architect, always working on something special for us, and this was one of his final masterpieces before he passed away.

The familiar scent of lavender and the soft hum of music filled the air as we stepped inside. It was always comforting being in this space, but today it felt different—almost bittersweet.

“Alright, let’s get started,” Hoseok declared, already directing the stylists like he owned the place. “We need her looking elegant and cute but with a twist of sass.”

“Don’t be too dramatic. It’s just a dinner,” I muttered as I sat down in the salon chair, but even I couldn’t hide the slight excitement bubbling under the surface.

My mom smiled warmly, standing behind me as she ran her fingers through my hair. “Y/N, this is your first real date. You never let yourself do these things. Just enjoy it.”

I glanced at her in the mirror, trying to argue, but something in her eyes softened my resolve. She was right. I never let myself enjoy moments like these. Maybe I should, just this once.

As the hairstylist began working on my hair, I glanced at Hoseok through the mirror. “I still don’t know about this. I mean, it’s Jungkook. Of all people.”

Hoseok grinned, leaning back in his chair. “Oh, trust me, by the end of the night, you won’t be able to resist him. You’re gonna fall for him all over again.”

I rolled my eyes, but deep down, the thought sent a small shiver down my spine. Could he be right?

As the stylist continued, my hair began to take shape—a beautiful, light brown, almost blonde wavy perm that cascaded down my shoulders. It felt soft and voluminous, and as I ran my fingers through it, I had to admit—I looked good.

Hoseok and my mom were gushing over the final result, practically vibrating with excitement.

“Oh my god, Y/N, you look stunning,” my mom said, her voice thick with emotion.

Hoseok clapped his hands together. “Okay, hair’s done. Now it’s time for the dress!”

We moved to my closet, where an array of designer dresses awaited. I had always been a sucker for high-end fashion—Chanel, Louis Vuitton, Prada. You name it, I loved it. And today, it seemed like Hoseok and my mom had pulled out all the stops.

I tried on dress after dress, each one more luxurious than the last. Every time I walked out to show them, Hoseok and my mom would gasp and clap like I was a supermodel on a runway. But no matter how many I tried, none of them felt quite right.

Until I found the dress.

It was tucked away in the back of the closet, hidden among the others. The moment I slipped it on, I knew it was the one. The fabric was soft and luxurious, hugging my curves in all the right places, while still showing just the right amount of skin. It was elegant, yet playful, and when I stepped out to show Hoseok and my mom, their reactions said it all.

“Oh my god,” Hoseok gasped, his hands flying to his face. “Eommoniiii! This is the one!”

My mom’s eyes welled up with tears as she looked at me. “Y/N, you look absolutely perfect.”

I rolled my eyes playfully, but deep down, I felt amazing. This dress was something else. I spun around, watching the fabric swirl around me, and I couldn’t help but smile.

“That dress is perfect,” Hoseok said, standing back to admire me. “It’s elegant, sexy, and just… wow.”

I chuckled, feeling a little self-conscious under their intense gazes. “Alright, alright. Stop it. I’m not that amazing.”

But my mom wasn’t laughing. She was staring at me, tears brimming in her eyes.

“Mom? Why are you crying?” I asked, suddenly worried.

She wiped at her eyes, sniffling slightly. “That dress… it was something your dad designed. He made it specifically for you.”

I froze, staring at her in shock. “What?”

She nodded, smiling through her tears. “He designed it just for you, Y/N. He wanted you to have something special.”

A lump formed in my throat as I looked down at the dress, my fingers grazing the fabric. My dad had designed this for me. And now, I was wearing it on a night I never expected. A mixture of emotions swirled inside me—happiness, sadness, and a deep longing to see him again.

I walked over to my mom, wrapping my arms around her as the tears began to spill from my eyes. “I miss him,” I whispered.

“I know, sweetheart,” she said, hugging me tightly. “He loved you so much. He built everything in this house for you.”

Hoseok came over, wrapping his arms around both of us in a tight group hug. “Your dad would be so proud of you, Y/N.”

I smiled through my tears, feeling a warmth in my chest that I hadn’t felt in a long time. “Thank you,” I whispered, holding them both close. This was what family was about—being there for each other, even in the moments when you least expected it.

Hoseok pulled out his phone, snapping a quick picture of the three of us. “Okay, we are so cute right now,” he declared, grinning.

My mom and I chuckled softly, wiping away our tears. “Alright, alright. You might ruin the look,” I teased, feeling lighter than I had in a long time.

A/N : these are all just the inspos of what she wore and her make up, but if you want something else then you can use your imaginations

Jungkook ringing the bell with his motorbike outside felt like something straight out of a movie. The low hum of the engine mixed with the fading light of the evening gave the moment an almost surreal quality. When I saw him standing there, holding out a spare helmet, something inside me fluttered.

“Hello? For Y/N please,” Jungkook called out in his playful tone as Hoseok and my mom guided me outside. The two of them were beaming, probably just as excited as I was.

Jungkook’s eyes met mine, and I could see him pause. His gaze softened, and it felt as though time slowed down between us. He looked at me as if he was seeing me for the first time—no, more than that. His stare was filled with awe, admiration, and something so tender that it made my heart skip a beat.

"Wow," he whispered, completely taken aback. His eyes widened slightly as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “You’re pretty every day, but— you got even prettier.”

I chuckled at his words, feeling the warmth spread through me. “Alright, alright, we’ll leave you two lovebirds alone,” Hoseok teased, glancing at my mom with a smirk.

Mom followed up with a playful wink, “Take care of my daughter, alright?”

Jungkook smiled, his eyes not leaving mine. “Of course, I will.”

As soon as we were left alone, he stepped closer, his hands gently placing the helmet over my head. Our eyes locked in the process, the intensity of the moment making my breath hitch. He leaned in slightly, his voice low, “You’re so fucking pretty.”

My heart raced as I smiled back, trying to keep my cool. “You look hot in that leather jacket,” I teased, hoping to balance out the tension. Jungkook chuckled softly, that familiar playful grin on his face, but then he did something that made my heart flutter even more.

He started to take off his leather jacket and draped it over my shoulders. “It’ll be windy and cold later. I don’t want you to be cold,” he said, his fingers lingering on the collar as his eyes traced my face, clearly unable to look away.

The warmth from his jacket and the tenderness in his gesture made me feel like I was floating. He guided me toward his big bike, making sure I was settled before he climbed on in front of me. As we took off, the city lights started to blur, the wind blowing through my hair, and the sound of Lana Del Rey’s “Happiness is a Butterfly” filled our helmets, setting the perfect soundtrack to the moment.

My hands instinctively wrapped around his waist as we zoomed down the streets. The feeling of being pressed against his back, the steady rhythm of his breathing, and the way the world seemed to rush by—it all felt so cinematic. It was hard not to feel like I was in one of those romantic movies I used to watch late at night.

As we passed through a tunnel, the lights flickered over us, casting fleeting shadows. Something inside me stirred. The moment felt endless, like the world had paused just for us. And that’s when it hit me, harder than ever before.

I was in love with Jeon Jungkook.

We arrived at a beautiful, almost dreamlike place—an amusement park, but it was empty. Just for us. The Ferris wheel glowed in the distance, standing tall against the darkening sky.

“Oh my god, Jungkook,” I gasped, excitement bubbling inside me like a child. I loved Ferris wheels, always had. There was something magical about them, especially when paired with fireworks. I turned to him, the question already forming on my lips. “How—how did you know I love amusement parks and Ferris wheels?”

Jungkook’s gaze softened even more, and he smiled that warm smile that always made my heart race. “Hoseok told me,” he admitted.

Before I could respond, his lips crashed onto mine, catching me completely off guard. But I melted into him, my body responding naturally, my heart pounding in my chest. He pulled me closer, his lips soft yet commanding, and it felt like everything else disappeared around us.

“Come on, let’s ride it,” he whispered against my lips, his eyes still locked on mine.

I couldn’t contain my excitement as I practically skipped to the Ferris wheel, feeling like a kid again. We climbed into the cart, and as we ascended to the top, I looked out at the glowing city below us, completely entranced.

Then, suddenly, the sky lit up. Fireworks exploded overhead, painting the night in vivid colors. I squealed in pure joy, the sight overwhelming me. “Oh my god!! Jungkook—ahhhh, oh my god!” Tears of happiness welled up in my eyes, and I couldn’t help but cry.

Jungkook didn’t say anything. He just watched me, his eyes filled with love and admiration. Seeing me happy like this was enough for him.

A flashback hit me then—memories of my dad taking me to the amusement park when I was little. We’d ride the Ferris wheel almost every day because he knew it was my favorite. The fireworks, the Ferris wheel, all of it brought me back to those innocent, happy days.

As we reached the top, the view below was breathtaking, but nothing compared to the way Jungkook was looking at me.

The fact that Hoseok had told him about this, that he had gone through all this effort just to see me smile, made me feel something I hadn’t felt in a long time. Loved. Seen.

We held hands as we descended, talking about the past. It was light and playful, the two of us teasing each other like we always did.

“Remember when you’d always ‘accidentally’ hit me or kick me?” Jungkook teased, nudging me playfully.

I rolled my eyes, smirking back at him. “It really was an accident… unless you wanted it not to be,” I fired back, narrowing my eyes mischievously.

His playful expression softened, and I could feel the air shift between us. Something heavier, more intense, settled in the space.

“Jungkook…” I whispered, my heart suddenly in my throat.

He turned to me, his voice low. “Hm?”

“Kiss me.”

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writingforstraykids · 1 year ago

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More than friends - Chp.3

Pairing: Minho x Chan x fem!reader / Minchan x fem!reader

Word Count: 3893

Summary: Chan and you grow closer as time passes by and after your first kiss things are still unclear. That's until Chan walks in on you and Minho and you walk in on Minho and him only shortly after...

Warnings/Tags: fluff, angst, smut, switch!minho, dom!chan, sub!reader, minho x reader, minchan

A/N: Have fun👀🤭~🌙

PART TWO| PART FOUR

Over the following two weeks, Chan can't quite shake the feeling of being buried in your chest and held so safely. The fact that he had taken a few days off work and you've been there to cuddle him whenever he napped didn't help. He always loved hugging you, but now he feels like he needs at least one hug a day.

Chan spots you in the kitchen preparing breakfast for all of you and smiles to himself. Minho has shown you again how to use the stove, and since then, you surprise them with something from time to time. You look adorably concentrated as he makes his way over, snaking his arms around your stomach and burying his face in your neck.

"Morning Channie," you say softly and reach back, fondling his side. You'd be lying, saying you don't love his sudden increased urge for physical affection. "You slept okay?"

"Mhm," he hums, still a little sleepy.

"Where's Min?" you ask and turn down the heat.

"Still sleeping," he tells you.

"Isn't it your day off? Why are you up already?" you ask, giggling. If your memory serves you right, only Minho has to work for a little today.

"Wanted to give you a hug before you leave," he admits and instinctively buries his face deeper into your neck as a light blush creeps up his face. That alone makes your heart flutter.

You turn in his arms and lovingly run your hand through his messy curls, smiling as he hums and melts against you. "That's really sweet, you know," you tell him. "But I'll be home all day, which means we can cuddle all you want." You can feel him smiling against your skin, and it sends a spark of delusional hope through your whole body. Is he warming up to the thought of loving you more than a friend?

"That sounds nice," he nods and squeezes you gently.

"Go and get Min before he oversleeps again," you giggle softly, and Chan places a subtle kiss on your neck before doing as you said. You look after him, stunned, fingers brushing against the spot just above your collarbone. A stupid smile spreads over your lips, and you quickly get back to work.

You find yourself back in your bed with Chan pretty soon once Minho leaves for work. You know today he'll be back in an hour tops, only having to sort out a few things for a new choreography.

You're cuddled up beneath the blanket, his face buried back in your neck, and your legs entangled beneath the blanket. You're soothingly massaging his scalp, and Chan seems to bury himself in your neck even more. You know your best friend is cuddly, but not like this; that's new, at least with you. "You're quite cuddly today, huh?" you ask gently.

"Mhm…sorry, is it too much?" he says, his grip around you loosening already.

"No, not at all," you promise and bury your nose in his curls for a moment. "Just new, that's all."

Chan hums gently before moving closer, not realizing how painfully aware of his thigh between your legs he makes you with that. "I don't know, you - you just smell so nice," he confesses after a moment.

"I do?" you ask surprised, and Chan nods.

"And you feel safe and comfy," he adds after a moment in the safety of your neck, blushing as he's sharing his thoughts so openly with you. Chan doesn't know where that urge is coming from, but suddenly, he's kissing your neck. Only once, only shortly, but he can feel your body responding.

"Channie," you whisper softly.

"You like that?" he asks quietly, and the tightening grip on his hair tells him everything. Chan plants another soft kiss against your skin before pulling back and searching your eyes. His hand finds your cheek, and your heart races in anticipation as his eyes keep traveling from your lips up to your eyes and back. "Can I kiss you?" he whispers. You swallow softly before nodding. "Words, hun."

"Yes, yes you can," you stammer, and only mere seconds later, his full lips meet yours. You sink into the feeling, sighing at the way his lips chase yours so sweetly. Over the years, you've had a lot of thoughts about how it would feel like kissing him, but you were so far off, and it felt so so much better.

Chan kisses you over and over again, and it starts to become intoxicating. He buries himself into your neck with a soft moan and starts littering your skin with gentle, tiny kisses. His hand grips your hip as if he’s trying to steady himself, frantically scrunching up the fabric of your shirt beneath his fingers. “Fuck,” he growls softly, and before you know it, you’re on your back, and he’s hovering over you, staring down at you with blown pupils and reddened, parted lips. His chest heaves softly, and his eyes search yours, overflowing with emotions.

You can’t quite tell if the need and curiosity in them exceed the anxious nervousness. You blink up at him, trying to figure out his next move and gasp, surprised, as he suddenly buries his face in your stomach with a low groan. “Channie?” you ask, carefully combing your hand through his curls.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles into the fabric of your shirt.

“For what?” you ask calmly.

“For kissing you,” he groans softly, and you can see his ears burning red. Is he blushing?

“Why?” you ask curiously, and he lifts your head, showing you that he is indeed blushing very heavily right now.

“I haven’t even…I-fucks sake,” he curses at himself and glares at you playfully as you giggle beneath him. “I shouldn’t have, not like this, not when I still haven’t figured it out.”

“Well, how’s that been going?” you ask, not unkindly.

“Not great, obviously,” he snorts.

“I fear you won’t find out hiding from me,” you chuckle at him and reach up, gently caressing his cheek. “Kissing me now doesn’t mean you have to commit to me on the spot, dummy.”

“But it doesn’t feel fair to you,” he sighs, and his eyes widen in surprise as you grab his neck.

“My gosh, you big baby, come here,” you roll your eyes at him and meet his lips once more.

Chan only fights it for a second before allowing him to enjoy the feeling and listen to his body. His heart rate picks up a little as your soft lips dance against his. He starts feeling warm and fuzzy the longer he kisses you, and his mind goes foggy. The grip on his neck and the subtle touch of your hand on his back feels way too good, and he starts thinking back to his first kiss with Minho, which had felt so much different from this. It all happened in a rush, in his room as they were working on “Drive” and suddenly couldn’t stay away from each other anymore after one or two too many jokes about the very obvious message of the song. Things had developed rather fast between them anyway, so what’s stopping him from doing the same with you?

Suddenly, someone races up the stairs, and you flinch away from each other. Chan drops into the mattress next to you, the door opening only seconds later. Minho stands in the doorframe and halts for a moment, squinting his eyes suspiciously at the two of you. “Hi?”

“Hey,” Chan smiles at him innocently and gets out of bed, making his way over.

Minho chuckles surprised, as Chan wraps his arm around his waist and pulls him into a longing kiss. He kisses back with a sweet smile and caresses his cheek. “You’re okay?” he asks, pulling back and glancing at you suspiciously. “Is he alright?” he mouths at you.

“I’m okay,” Chan promises and turns to look at you as well. The pleading look in his eyes tells you to shut up for now and give him time to work this out. You nod reluctantly and flash Minho a gentle smile.

Minho watches you for a moment, noticing your swollen lips and the red patches covering your neck. Your shirt is halfway torn from your sweatpants. He glances at Chan and notices the way his hair is messed up, just like when he runs his hand through them too long. His lips look puffy, and the tight grip on his hip betrays him; he’s worked up. Minho hums softly before turning around and making his way downstairs, grinning to himself. You two really are by far the shittiest liars he knows.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Chan frowns at you and glances after him.

“He’s not stupid,” you chuckle quietly. “Maybe he knows already.”

“You think so?” he asks just as quietly, and you shrug.

“I brought lunch!” Minho shouts upstairs, ending your whispered conversation.

“Coming!” you yell back and hop off your bed.

“Y/N,” Chan holds you back as you pass him.

“I won’t tell him. This means nothing until you’re sure about what you want,” you tell him and gently pat his hand wrapped around your arm. “Now come on, I’m hungry.”

Chan giggles and follows you downstairs, taking his usual seat next to Minho. He soon busies himself with eating, hoping Minho wouldn’t dig too deep. His eyes keep on wandering back to you, vivid images of you beneath him flashing his mind.

Minho pretends not to suspect anything but can’t stop himself from glancing between the two of you. Chan is stuffing his mouth, as always, when he prefers not to talk about something occupying his mouth. You seem calm on the outside, but the glances you both are stealing tell him everything. “Soo…how was your day?” Minho asks after another minute of silence.

“It was…nice,” you nod gently, and Chan hums agreeingly, quickly taking another bite.

“Nothing unusual?” he asks, and Chan almost chokes on his food.

“Why?” you give back with a patient smile.

“That’s so rude, kitten, answering a question with another,” he huffs and playfully rolls his eyes at you. “Why would you think something unusual happened?” you ask innocently.

“You two are fucking ridiculous,” Minho comments.

“What?” Chan asks nervously. “Why?”

“You know damn why, pretty boy,” he says, making Chan blush heavily. “You think I’m too dumb to notice you two were kissing each other stupid up there?”

Chan swallows softly, lowering his spoon and glancing at you nervously. “We-uh.”

“It doesn’t really mean anything, which is why we didn’t want to tell you yet,” you explain.

Minho takes another bite and squints his eyes at you as he chews. “Kissing doesn’t mean anything? Between two childhood besties that have been crushing on each other for years,” he points out and raises his eyebrows at you. “Since when?”

“I uhm…I’m still figuring things out,” Chan speaks up after a moment and awkwardly scratches his neck.

“You tend to kiss before you think, I forgot that for a second,” Minho smirks smugly, thinking back at their first kiss.

“Min!” he protests and gently shoves his shoulder as the younger one giggles at him.

“Whatever,” he huffs. “Just tell me once you have sex because that shouldn’t be part of deciding if you want to be together,” he says dryly, taking another bite. Both you and Chan blush at his words, lowering your eyes to the table. “Stop looking like two horny teenagers who just got caught, my god...Even though, if I think about it-.” He breaks out into laughter as Chan smacks his arm in protest, and you shove him beneath the table.

“We’ll get there…I promise,” you chuckle, and Minho simply hums.

“Knowing this guy's sex drive, I wouldn’t be so sure,” he says, and this time, Chan sinks deeper into his chair, pulling down the hood of his sweater to cover his face. Minho giggles softly and reaches out for him, soothingly rubbing his shoulder. “I’m just teasing you, Channie love.”

“We both know you love it, fucker,” Chan mutters at him sulkingly.

“Why wouldn’t I`?” he grins smugly, and you kick him once again, accidentally hitting Chan, who flinches.

“What the hell was that for?” he asks, laughing as you apologize, giggling. “Fine! We kissed, and I loved it, but I don’t want to rush.”

“I can accept that,” you wink at him, and Minho buries his face in his hands, clearly exhausted by the two of you.

The next day, Chan’s back at the company, and Minho has a day off. You enjoy a lazy breakfast with Minho, still in your pajamas, before cuddling up on the sofa as a movie plays in the background. Minho mindlessly fondles your thighs and plants tiny kisses on your hair from time to time. It doesn't take long, and you're straddling his lap, kissing him longingly. You deepen the kiss hungrily, whimpering into his mouth as he pulls you in close, making you grind against him in the process. “Min,” you whine softly.

“Yes, beautiful?” he asks, agonizingly slowly kissing down your neck.

“Please,” you breathe out, pressing yourself down against the growing bulge in his pants.

“Please, what, pretty girl?” he asks lowly, sharp eyes shining at you.

“Need you,” you tell him pleadingly.

“Now?” he asks, giggling, fingers dipping below the waistband of your panties, collecting your juices. “Already so wet, and I haven’t even touched you properly yet,” he hums.

You rock your hips against his fingers needily, hand buried in his hair. “When will Channie be back?” you ask, and Minho raises his eyebrows at you, pushing two fingers right into you. A surprised moan leaves your lips, and you stare at him with wide eyes.

“Why? Want him to do it instead?” he asks, and the way you clench around his fingers betray you.

“N-No,” you stammer, and your eyes widen as he starts rubbing your clit with his thumb.

“You’re such a dirty little liar,” he smirks. “He kissed you, and you already think you’ll get a taste of my boyfriend, huh?”

You shiver at the way he claims Chan as his own and wonder if you made him jealous. “Just wanted to know so he doesn’t walk in on us.”

“Don’t pretend you wouldn’t like that,” Minho smirks and tugs at the hem of your shirt. “Come on,” he encourages you.

You swallow softly and take off your shirt, your bra following, discarding both on the carpet. “Why would I want him when I have you, huh?” you give back, watching his eyes darken with lust.

“Careful, kitten, I might believe you,” he chuckles before gently pushing you off his lap. You’re about to protest until you notice he’s pulling down his sweatpants and boxers in one go. “Well, come on then.”

You get up, quickly ridding yourself of the clothes left on your body before straddling his lap again. “Please,” you whisper softly, and he locks eyes with you as he grabs his dick, dragging its tip between your folds. A low, controlled groan escapes his throat, mixing with a sweet whimper of your own. You grip his shoulder tightly, screwing your eyes shut tightly as he pushes into you with a few precise thrusts.

Minho moans deliciously once he’s fully buried inside of you, grabbing your hips. “That’s what you wanted, kitten?”

“Yeah,” you moan out as he starts guiding your hips, thrusting up into you. You start moving, desperate for his touch, eyes rolling back as he buries his face between your breasts, leaving soft bites. Your moans grow louder as he goes on, eyes fluttering close, body moving frantically on top of his. Minho’s no better, moaning your name against your flesh, gripping whatever parts of your body he can reach. Neither of you notices the front door opening, too caught up in your shared pleasure.

Chan hums softly to the tune playing in his headphones and types a message to Han, sending him a file of the track they worked on. He kicks off his sneakers and walks into the apartment, heart dropping to his stomach as he finally notices the pair of you. His eyes widen and he drops his phone. Chan quickly covers his eyes, stumbling away from you. "Oh my fucking god, sorry!" he exclaims and races up the stairs to their bedroom.

You flinch on top of Minho and exchange a shocked look with him. “Don’t you dare stop now,” he presses out, shaking his head at you. He’s so close; he can deal with this later.

“O-okay,” you stammer, thighs trembling already. Fuck. Only a bit more, and you would’ve cum.

Chan stands there in shock for a moment before quickly taking off his headphones, dropping down on his bed, and hiding his face in his hands. "No, no, no, you can't be serious," he curses quietly. Fuck, of course, he knows the way Minho looks, moves, and also sounds in bed. But…not with you on top of him, moaning his name so obscenely loud as your back arches. Chan only then realizes he hasn't closed the door properly, and he can hear your moans mixing with those of his boyfriend. He winces as he thinks of your body, all its curves and details, and sinks deeper into the mattress as he hears Minho moaning out your name in bliss. That shouldn't turn him on as bad as it does. "Fuck, no," he whispers as he feels arousal coursing through his veins. Chan hugs a pillow, covering his lap as if that'd make it any better. "No, no, you're not gonna get hard to the thought of your boyfriend and best friend fucking," he scolds himself before glancing at the door and biting his lower lip hard. He shouldn't. He really shouldn't. His inner conflict ends once you come upstairs, the door of the bathroom closing behind you.

Chan jumps up and races downstairs, spotting Minho on the sofa, only wearing boxers and a shirt, looking at him apologetically.

"I didn't know you'd be home that early again," he contorts his face.

Chan looks at him with wide eyes and takes a deep breath. "I-I thought we could get lunch together," he says barely above a whisper.

Minho nods and tells him to sit down next to him, gently taking his hand. "Sorry, Channie."

"Don't," he shakes his head. "She's your girlfriend, and there's nothing to be sorry about. I had my headphones on, so I didn't..you know, didn't hear."

Minho nods and awkwardly scratches his neck. "Are - are you okay?"

"No," he shakes his head and chews on his lower lip. "That…turned me on way more than it should," he whispers. Minho snorts in relief and wraps his arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss. "Don't tempt me now," Chan laughs.

"I think…you know what that means, huh?" Minho asks gently.

"Of course I do," he sighs softly. "But she deserves better; that's why she has you."

"Channie," Minho scolds him gently. "Stop talking shit and make a move, for fucks sake. She won't wait around forever."

"I'll talk to her tomorrow," he promises.

"You better…Again, I'm sorry," he contorts his face.

"Please shut up before I take you right here on the sofa," Chan warns him as the images once more flush his mind.

Minho hums softly and leans over, littering his neck with kisses. His hand slips down Chan's thigh and into his lap, rubbing down between his legs against his growing bulge. "Huh, you did enjoy that," he mutters against his skin.

"Minho," he warns him, hips betraying him and bucking into his touch. He jumps off the sofa and walks into the kitchen to get himself a drink.

Minho scoffs softly before following him and hugging him from the back, hands running up his chest as he presses himself against Chan's strong body. "Come on, she said she'll take a long shower and get ready to meet some friends. She won't be here for a while."

"Well, then wait until she's gone," Chan sighs and pours himself some water, trying to think of stuff that would turn him off.

"Hyungie?" Minho whines softly.

Fuck. Chan closes his eyes and inhales deeply. "Minho, I swear to God -," he starts out but stops when he feels him grinding against his ass. He turns around quickly and grabs Minho's chin firmly, making the younger one moan in surprise. Chan's breath hitches at how worked up Minho looks, pupils already dilated and dark. "Stop being such a brat, I said no."

"Please, Channie love," Minho bats his eyelashes at him. He knows how to push his buttons to get what he wants. Minho's hands roam his chest, and he presses himself close, chasing Chan's lips.

Chan grips his hips with a sigh before pushing his leg between Minho's. "Do what you have to, but if she comes downstairs, you fucking stop. We'll take care of this properly later, you hear me?"

Minho nods eagerly and already grinds down against him, a low moan falling from his lips. He hides his face in his neck, hot breath, and open-mouthed kisses ghosting over Chan's skin within no time. Minho's hands grip Chan's shirt, hips moving with desperate need against him. "Hyung," he moans shamelessly, and Chan's brain stops working for a moment.

Chan watches him intensely, mouth watering at the pure need Minho moves with, whining softly as he picks up pace. He can feel him leaking through his boxers against his bare thigh, and it's too much. Minho very rarely fully puts away his dominant nature, even though Chan mostly takes control in bed. Moments like this, with Minho clinging to him, begging him for more and too dumb to realize he could move at his own pace, wrecked Chan every damn time. He curses softly before shoving him off, turning him around, and bending him over the kitchen island. He shoves three fingers into Minho's mouth, who starts sucking at them eagerly. "You better be quiet and quick now," Chan growls into his ear.

They don't notice you turning the water off upstairs, they don't notice you stepping out of the bathroom and making your way to the stairs. And they're not quiet anymore.

You freeze at the top of the stairs, eyes widening at the sight of them. You have heard them before, not only once, but seeing it was something else. Minho's bent over the kitchen island, face buried in his hand as he tries to stifle his moans and fails miserably. His eyes roll back as Chan hits all his sweet spots, his jaw growing slack. His other hand is fidgeting as if he's trying to find something to hold onto. Chan's pounding into him at a rough pace, and Minho seems to love it. Chan leans forward, grabbing Minho's hand and giving him something to hold onto. The way he towers over him, whispering stuff into Minho's ear that makes him moan, does something to you. Fuck. You really want a piece of that Chan as well. You very quietly turn around and go back to your room, trying to ignore the way your body very clearly reacts to what you just saw. "Fucks sake, you got me back, Chan," you whisper to yourself.

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