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EIGHT FIRST DATES ę¨ď¸
004 ă KIM MINGYU âŚstill
dinner with your family was always extra, just a hint to what thanksgiving with your full extended family would be. when your twin invites mingyu, does he sink or swim? âŚwhat about you?
wc 11.3k (i'm sorry) | smut minors dni, oral sex, facesitting, penetration, age gap
it was as if you never left in the first placeâ everyone sitting around the couch, vivi on the farthest corner, the only new addition being aceâs girlfriend. all eyes were on you as you walked in the door with a goofy smile on your face, you were floating once again, but this dance with gravity was differentâ it was entirely yours, and you planned to keep it that way.Â
your feet brought you to your staircase on instinct, not muttering a single greeting to any of the six on the couch, you needed to shower, debrief your night with no one but yourself. in these moments a part of you wished that you had a girlfriend you could call, someone outside of your circle to share your night with, the details of mingyu. you didnât want to hear the opinions of your boys, you couldnât share it with your twin, your sister was far too young and too judgmental. you wanted someone to share your excitement with, someone who would be just as excited for you. you had no choice but to keep everything locked inside.
tears welled in your eyes as you undressed in your bathroom because you didn't have that person, maybe you wanted it more than you thought. you convinced yourself that the hot water coming from your shower head was the only liquid streaming down your cheeks, you told yourself you had no reason to be upset in the first placeâ mingyu was perfect, he would come to be your person, you were sure. you thought it was greedy to be anything other than completely elatedâ the tears still flowed.Â
in the shower your mind traveled, you didnât think opening up to someone new would make you so emotional, it had been a long time since youâve told anyone about your dad, everyone who knew about him knew everythingâ they were by your side through all of it. by the end of your shower your tears had stopped flowing, but as you pulled your tee shirt over your head, they returned with vengeance and for a completely different reason.Â
you missed him. your eyes flew to your desk, the framed picture of you and your dad on your first day of sixth grade, he sat on the steps of the school with his arms wrapped around you. you remembered being so nervous to start middle school, crying before you even began getting ready that morning, your mom running frantically around the house to get you to school on time, packing your and aceâs lunches, making sure your backpacks had everything they needed. he usually left the house before you and ace had woken up, but he went into work late that day to see you off to school, always present no matter what.Â
you could still hear his voice in your headâ âmiddle school is just like elementary school, tiny, all of your same friends will be there, and youâll even make more. if you get scared, ace will be right beside you the whole day.â
you could feel his hand on your head, a kiss on your forehead, âhow about i take you to school? mommy will take vivi to kindergarten, iâll take you and your brother. will that help?â
you remembered nodding, sniffing your snot back up your nose, hugging him with your tiny body with so much force it pushed him backward. he laughed, a deep, hearty chuckle with a rasp that could only be caused by the cigars he was always smoking. you wished you knew that was the last first day of school heâd witness, you wouldâve hugged him a little harder, pushed him back with a little more force.Â
âi miss him, too,â ripped out of your memory with your twinâs hand on your shoulder, you jumped out of your skin. his voice was quiet, like he was testing the waters, he didnât know where your head was at.Â
âyou think heâd be proud of us?â you asked him after a pause, looking into eyes that mirrored your own, a face that still looked the same as it did the first day of sixth grade. ace smiled, a warm smile that was comforting as much as it was reassuring.Â
âyou kidding?â he looked at you as if that was the most stupid question youâve ever asked, âhis kids are in school to be a teacher and a lawyer, heâs bragging about us to every single person he can up there, you know him.â
you laughed through your tears, wiping your eyes. he always did brag about you growing up, he gave every single one of his friends full descriptions of your report cards. aceâs gaze changed, from comforting to protective, âis this actually about dad? youâre not upset because of your date, right?â
you shook your head, âiâm not even upset, i think dad would really like him. makes me wish he was here to meet him.â
âthatâs how i feel about reia,â he smiles, sitting down on your bed, and you follow to the spot next to him, laying down flat on your back, silent tears falling past your cheeks to your comforter. ace twists to look at you, âheâs with us all the time, he watches everything.â
âi know,â you mumble, âi told mingyu about him, i didnât know itâd make me feel like this.â
âwow,â his voice was breathy, his eyebrows raising, âyouâre serious about him, then? you donât talk to anyone about dad.â
he continues after heâs met with silence, you didnât know how to answer. âyou should bring him here this weekend, have him come for dinner on saturday. yeo, san and yunhoâs families are coming, too.âÂ
you sit up on your elbows, âsince when?â
âi think yesterday?â he tilts his head, âi donât know, mom told me this morning. she said âfamily dinner on saturdayâ, you know what that means.â
your eyes feel swollen, a yawn passing through your lips, heavy and long as you lay flat on your back again. âiâll see if heâs free.â
ace gets up, walking to your door, âyou seem off lately, i hope you know you can talk to me.âÂ
you turn your head, itâs like he knew exactly what was going through your mind earlier. he leans against your doorframe, âi know iâm your brother and not a girlfriend, but i can feel when somethingâs going on with you. iâm always here if you need me.â
you nod, and he takes it as his leave, you can hear his footsteps leading back down the stairs to the living room. you crawl up your bed, pulling back your blankets to get comfortable beneath them, exhaustion hitting you like a truck. as much as you missed your dad, you could always find him in your brother, an extension of the man your dad was. you had everyone you needed around you.
you brought up dinner to mingyu the next morning when he called, and he agreed to come immediatelyâ not a moment of hesitation. nerves coursed through you as soon as he said yes, knowing that come saturday, there was no more bubble. the thought crossed your mind that maybe things were moving a little too fast, maybe inviting him to meet your family was too soon, but if mingyu was quick to say yes then he felt the pace of your relationship was just fine. you pushed the thought from your mind.Â
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nervous was an understatement for how you felt about mingyu coming overâ you were in the bathroom once an hour, if not more, starting from noon. being almost five⌠you werenât sure how you had anything left in you. you shouldnât be this nervous, you were just with him last night at his place, you even discussed today in depth so you wouldnât be nervous.Â
youâve never brought a guy around your family before and as much as you were confident in mingyu being the first, you were still scared of your familyâs judgementâ especially scared of how your friends would feel about him; but if you couldnât get through your immediate family for a simple saturday night dinner, youâd never get through thanksgiving. you could do this, they would love him, just like he told you they would.Â
your mother had catered, of course she did, only the five of you and the catering company in your house until your company would arrive. the smell of food consumed your house, the only time you smelled anything close to a home cooked meal was when someone paid for it and yet it still smelled nothing like the dinner mingyu cooked for you. your mother was dressed up, which you were sure the rest of the boysâ families would be as well, meaning matt and your siblings would be, too. family dinners were always⌠extra, in the best and worst way. you had to dress up like you were going to a restaurant just for the restaurant to be brought to you.Â
ace was in deep blue jeans, a blue sweater that was somehow a darker blue than the jeans, a white collared shirt peeking out from underneath. his sweater hid his tattoos, a watch on his wrist, glasses on his faceâ he could see just fine, that was your mothersâ doing, for sure.Â
vivi didnât look much different than usual, you realized she looked like youâ blue hair wrapped up in a clip, a short, black dress, cardigan with a pair of loafers, she looked both sixteen and not sixteen. you tilted your head as you stared at your family wandering about the kitchen, siblings stealing appetizers from plates carefully placed atop the kitchen island⌠it all looked so staged, it dawned on you that this was not a simple saturday family dinner at all. you couldnât help but wonder what mingyu would think.Â
you didnât have to wonder for long as sanâs family piled through your front door, mingyu following right behind themâ prompt, just as youâd expected. as it usually does, seeing his face willed away all of your worries, his smile bringing forward the excitement youâd buried deep beneath the anxiety. he held a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of wine after you told him not to bring anything, your feet started moving before you willed them to.
âhey, sweetheart,â he smiled, pulling himself to the side of the crowd that he followed inside your foyer, canines showing in a wide smile before leaning down to press his lips to yours. dressed as if youâd sent him a dress code, he looked the same as the rest of youâ a loose button down that had one side tucked into black slacks, a pair of sneakers on his feet that you just knew were expensive, a black jacket hung over his broad shoulders. you reached for the flowers and wine, which he quickly lifted far above your head, shaking his head. âthese are for your mom, silly girl.â
your cheeks flushed, âwhat a gentleman, whereâs my gift?âÂ
âyouâre looking at it,â his smile was impossibly wider, maybe even mischievous as he stood tall again, shoulders wide as he scanned your foyer, taking it upon himself to walk inside. you called for your mom who was in the middle of kissing sanâs mom on both cheeks in greeting.Â
your momâs eyes widened just enough for you to catch it before she hurried over to where you and mingyu stood, quickly reaching upward to hook her hands around mingyuâs neck. âmingyu! itâs so great to meet you, iâve heard so many good things!âÂ
you almost roll your eyesâ sheâs heard close to nothing about mingyu. you wanted to save it for tonight, to let everyone meet mingyu and know him themselves before you gave out information. he offered her the flowers and the bottle of wine and she blushedâ you wanted to crawl out of your skin, but a part of you was proud at the same time.Â
âhandsome, kind manâ tiny, heâs a keeper,â she whispered to you in passing as she brought mingyuâs gifts towards the kitchen, handing them to one of the caterers who promptly followed her orders, despite it not being their job.Â
mingyu followed as you greeted sanâs family, pressing a kiss to his momâs cheeks, a prompt hug to his dad before you finally reached san who wore the biggest smirk youâve ever seen. his voice was hushed as he said, âi understand why youâre keeping him to yourself.âÂ
your smile swiftly changed into a smirk, âtell me about it, you wanna meet him?â you ushered mingyu over, pulling him away from sanâs parents who he was already in the midst of a conversation with, introducing him to san who looked like he saw an angel. they quickly fell into conversation, the topic turning into gym talk quicker than you thought it would, but you werenât surprised in the slightest.Â
yeosang and his family followed shortly after, his mom rushing in with a bottle of red wine, hurrying straight to your mom where you were sure she was dying to tell her some form of drama. yeosang followed behind, making a beeline straight to where you stood with the two men, an impressed look on his face.Â
his eyebrows were raised, head tilted towards mingyu in a way you knew said âis this him?â and you gave him a proud smileâ this was going so much better than the million terrible scenarios you imagined. yeosang interrupted their conversation to introduce himself to mingyu, the two shaking hands, effectively pushing you out of the triangle they formed almost immediately.Â
yunhoâs family was last to show up, his tall figure looming over the rest of his family, you caught his eye just as he stepped over the threshold into your foyer. the four of you stood in the living room off to the side, mere feet from where he walked inâ yet he followed his parents straight into your kitchen, completely dismissing you where the group of you stood.Â
you seem to be the only one who noticed as you quirked a brow, your feet leading you to the kitchen before you had a moment to think about it. âhey,â you said softly, your eyebrows slightly knitted together, your arm coming up to rest on the sleeve of his jacket.
he twists his body to look down at you, muttering a âheyâ that matched yours before he was tugging off the sleeves of his jacket. you pulled your hand back to your side.Â
âeverything okay?â you tilted your head, taking his jacket from him, bouncing on your feetâ adrenaline was coursing through you, if you wanted anyone to like mingyu, it was yunho. his aloof attitude was almost enough to wake your nerves back up.
âyeah, all good, was that the boyfriend at the door?â he looked over your head, eyes going back to your living room where the three still stood. ace walked over, mouth full of another one of the appetizers heâd been snacking on for at least the past hour, interrupting you and yunho entirely.
âwhat up? these are really good,â he lifted his hand up to the two of you, two more of the finger foods in his palm, talking with his mouth open and full of food. you lifted your top lip in disgust, shaking your head, walking to the closet to hang yunhoâs jacket.Â
when you walked back to the living room, ace and mingyu were shaking hands, one of the finger foods in mingyuâs open palmâ definitely from ace. yunho stood next to him, his face stoic as it was moments ago, all of the men now in conversation. you made your way around the circle, taking everyoneâs jacketâ host duties.Â
âi can hang mine,â mingyu shook his head when you finally got to him, looking baffled that you even asked for his jacket, âyou have enough in your hands, sweetheart. here, let me take some.âÂ
your cheeks flushed as he took all of the jackets from your arms, the rest of the boys watching as you led him to the closet, hanging each jacket from his arms onto the wooden rack in the middle of your hallway.Â
âtheyâre all super cool,â mingyuâs voice was quiet as you took another jacket from his arms so only you could hear him, ânot at all intimidating like you made it out to be.â
âis that sarcasm?â you give a playful smile, tilting your head, keeping your eyes on him as you put the sleeves of yeosangâs jacket over the hanger.Â
âtheyâre all much younger than me,â mingyuâs face was unbothered, blank without a trace of sarcasm, âyou were nervous for nothing. you and ace look the exact same, itâs kind of terrifying.â
you rolled your eyes, a sound of amusement escaping you, âyou know weâre twins, gyu.âÂ
âiâd believe you if you told me that you were identical,â he raised his eyebrows, shifting his weight to one foot after he handed you the last jacket.Â
facing the coat rack, you looked over your shoulder to say, âso iâve heard.âÂ
you brought him to the kitchen, the four families stood around the massive room, split into two groupsâ mothers with mothers, fathers with fathers and matt, everyone already deep in conversation. you lean toward mingyu, âtheyâll talk until itâs time to eat, we usually hangout in the living room, then weâll eat at the table that will remind you of the last fucking supper, then the parents usually all leave and the boys stay over.â
âyou told me that last night, where does your mom cater from?â mingyu asks, brain elsewhere, mindlessly walking further into the kitchen which forces you to follow behind him. you were initially not going to go in there, but instead drag him back to where the boys wereâ you were following him like a lost puppy in your own house. Â
your mom pulled him into her conversation, introducing him to the rest of the moms, you watched as mingyu shook everyoneâs hand wearing his infamous, perfect smile. mingyu didnât shy away for a moment, instead he seemed eager to meet everyoneâ you seemed to forget mingyu is a man, and not only a thirty year old man, but a businessman. he doesnât shy away from conversation or hide from it, he welcomes it, he knows how to do it. you wondered if it was just because he had eight years on you or if it was because these people are your people.Â
either way, it didnât matter as you were inevitably pulled into the conversation, yeosangâs mom asking for the story of how you met. mingyu looked down at you, âcan i tell the story?â
you nodded, you were sure the smile hadnât left his face once. âshe was out on a date already when we met, actually.â
yeosang and sanâs mom both giggled after gasping at the same time, making mingyu chuckle with them. âscandalousâ i know, but i couldnât help it. she was touring the distillery i own, and i was smitten the moment i saw her. i gave her my business card instead of flat out giving her my number, i had to be inconspicuous.â
âyou own a distillery?â yunhoâs mom lifted a brow, leaning forward, making the wine in her glass rock side to side in its confines.Â
mingyu nods, âseventeen whiskey, if youâve heard of it.âÂ
âif iâve heard of itâ jongcheol! come here,â sanâs mom calls across the room to the group of fathers, who were all standing in their own circle, glasses full of what you assumed was whiskey. âapologies, he loves that whiskey, i want him to meet you. mingyu, right?âÂ
âkim mingyu,â he says with a nod, waving his hand in protest, âdonât apologize at all.âÂ
as sanâs parents pulled mingyu into conversation, you were left with the other moms who were staring at you expectantly. yeosangâs moms voice is hushed as she leans closer to you, âthatâs a keeper, tiny.â
your smile is wide, because you know, and youâd do your very best to keep him.
âi always thought youâd end up with one of the boys,â your mom frowns for a second before it turns into a warm smile, âbut i canât lie and say he isnât perfect for you, teensâ better keep him far away from us.â
the three moms cackle in laughter, clinking their wine glasses with one another in agreement, probably already leaning toward tipsy. you laugh with them, attempting to not show your discomfort, not knowing what else to do in this situationâ you needed a drink.Â
you walked towards your garage door off the side of the kitchen, all of the alcohol you and the boys drank was stocked in the fridge there, only whiskey and wine inside the house. when you pulled open the door, ace and yunho stood in front of the fridge with beers in hand, already in conversation. you could only hear the end of aceâs sentence, making out the words âi donât like itâ.Â
âdonât like what?â you asked as you stepped through the door frame, your back to them as you ripped open the refrigerator door. their heads snapped to you the moment you were through the threshold, quiet for a moment before ace answered.Â
âwhat the caterers are serving for dinner,â ace responds, him and yunho now standing side by side as you crack open a surfside.Â
âwhy are you talking about it in the garage? you okayed the menu when mom asked,â you raised an eyebrow as you took a sip from your can, putting your other hand on your hip.
âi changed my mind,â ace shrugged, âletâs go back in, itâs cold in here.â
your eyebrows furrowed as ace threw his arm around your shoulder, pushing you back inside the house. san, yeosang and vivi were all in the second living room with the TV, sat on the couches just as they were the other nightâ vivi on the farthest corner, the other two taking up their usual spots. ace and yunho sit where they usually do, whipping out their phones as soon as they sat down.
the whole interaction threw you off completely. they were in the living room, yet every ounce of you wanted to be in the kitchen with mingyuâ yet you didnât want to be in the kitchen with the parents at all. you shift your weight on your heels, an invisible string pulling you to your usual spot on the couch as you said, âiâm gonna go check on mingyu.âÂ
you shook it off before you reached the kitchen, mingyu all but blending in with the dads, standing tall above the group of them. it makes you smile, it was amusing to see mingyu towering over several fifty year olds. you slip in the circle next to him, all the dads greet you, already telling you how great mingyu isâ including matt, not that it mattered to you.Â
your smile is wide, confidence coming back to youâ âthank you, i know.â you look up to mingyu, âiâve been a terrible host, did you want a drink?â Â
mingyu nods, opening his mouth but you already knew what he was going to say, âwe have macallan 18, family reserve bourbon, 15 i think, or yamazaki 18.âÂ
he thinks for a second, taken aback by your knowledge, you actually asked matt for the information last night. he smiles in surprise, âthe bourbon, can you pourââ
âneat, i know,â you wink, finishing his sentence again, escaping from the dad-circle to head to the bar off the side of your kitchen, in the corner of the dining room. you donât realize mingyu follows you until youâre standing at the bar, back to him as he slips his hand around your waist, turning you around with ease.Â
you don't have any time to make a sound of surprise before his lips are pressed to yours, hastily slipping his tongue into your mouth with such force your hands move to the counter behind you to hold yourself up. you whine into the kiss, using your arms to give you leverage to push your chest into him, hands then breaking from the counter to reach up to his face.Â
âwhereâd this come from?â you break the kiss, keeping your face centimeters from his, releasing the breath he stole from you back into his mouth. it was hotâ doing this in a corner of your house where you could easily be seen. this energy was new for mingyu, you werenât used to him being so eager, so impatient, instead usually slow and controlledâ you liked this attitude on him, the feeling that he couldnât wait made you just as impatient.Â
his lips are on yours before answering, âthat was so fucking sexy, you studied whiskey for me?âÂ
you giggle into the kiss, that explains that, âi asked matt one question and he went on about what we have for probably ten minutes, heâs very proud of our collection.â your words are light and bubbly, a harsh contradiction to how mingyuâs lips traveled to your jaw, âi now know that the bourbon is from kentucky, itâs legendary, itâs flavor profile is caramel, oak andââ
âvanilla,â he finishes for you, pulling away from your neck to peck your lips again. âwe talked about whiskey the entire time you were gone.â
âiâm sure you loved that,â you stare up into his eyes, rich, chocolate brown staring back at you, deeper than usualâ hungry. you tilted your head, batting your eyelashes to egg him on further, âdid i impress you?âÂ
his groan was deep, coming from the depths of his lungs, quiet enough to not be heard outside of the room. he pressed his forehead to yours, voice lowering an octave, âif i could fuck you stupid against this bar i would.âÂ
you gasped, eyebrows twisting, his words went straight to your core. he still wouldnât sleep with you last night, instead insisting only you get off once againâ you cursed under your breath, âyouâre fucked up for saying that now when you had me under you last night.â
he backed up a step, his smirk devious, âiâll have you under me again tonight, just say the word, princess.â he pressed a kiss to the top of your head before looking past you, picking up the bottle of bourbon as if the interaction you just had didnât affect him in the slightest. you looked at him with wide eyes, your mouth damn near wateringâ all you could think was finally, finally, finally.Â
he poured his own glass of whiskey instead, leaving you breathless and silent next to him, trying to push your desire down until you didnât notice it anymore, which deemed itself impossible when the only thought in your head was whatâs to come later. you heard your mom announcing dinner was ready from the kitchen, ruining your moment alone with mingyu entirely, and you walked into the kitchen with hot ears and a burning pit in your stomach.Â
everyone was already beginning to sit around the enormous table, long enough to fit the fifteen of you, caterers running about the kitchen with food on platters. the table was set with plates and silverware, glasses of water already filled, centerpieces extravagant and totally unnecessaryâ the stage was set perfectly, you were sure your mom was thrumming with pride.Â
you took your place where you always did, inviting mingyu to sit beside you instead of yunho who sat directly across from you. the table was always divided between the parents and the kids, husbands sitting with wives, but you, your siblings and your friends always sat at the other end of the table, always in the same seats. mingyu sat to your right, putting yeosang to your left, vivi beside him, then across from you was san, ace and yunho. mingyu sat beside sanâs father, which you were sure wasnât on purposeâ the man immediately brought up how mingyu ran his company.Â
as you got settled in your seat, the others talking amongst one another and mingyu beside you in conversation, the unease returned as if it never left. you realized you had nowhere to run, there was nothing for you to doâ no taking jackets from anyone else, no drinks to be fetched from the bar, no escaping to an entirely different room to avoid whatever you were scared of.Â
mingyuâs hand rested on your thigh as if he could read your thoughts, not even sparing you a glance from being mid-conversation with sanâs dadâ but somehow he knew, or he didnât know and this is just who mingyu is. you rested your hand on top of his as your mom stood at the head of the table.Â
she made her speech, the same one as usualâ you can choose friends but you canât choose family, how lucky are we to have been able to choose our own family? you were sure the six of you could recite it by heartâ as you looked to the other five seated around you and they silently said her speech verbatim, you had to cover your mouth to muffle the laugh that rose up in your throat.Â
the caterers came around much like waiters in your own house, filling up your plates one by one with entrees and sides from a menu your mom picked by hand.Â
âi need to know where she caters from,â mingyu leaned in close to your ear, nudging your arm with his own after taking his first bite, making you smile as you cut into your own food. âitâs not funny, iâm serious. i want to hire them.â Â
âask her yourself,â you nudge back, moving your food around on your plate. you looked up as you brought your fork up to your mouth, ace was in the middle of saying something into yunhoâs ear. you pointed your gaze at the taller one who caught your eye, he didnât even react, dismissing you as if you hadnât even made eye contact at all.Â
âstop telling secrets,â you say across the table, making yeosangâs ears perk up from beside you.Â
âshare with the class,â yeosang backs you up, eyes also pointed at the two. ace shoots the same glare back at yeosang, which shuts him up entirely. it was getting too obvious nowâ you were itching to grill them about it.Â
âace,â mingyu starts from beside you, ripping you from your thoughts, âyour sister told me youâre a law student, right? where do you go to school?âÂ
aceâs expression is blank, âuh, i go to lexford, studying corporate law.âÂ
mingyu winks, âcall me when you pass the bar, i might need you in the future.â he picks up another piece of his food with his fork, âi actually have a buddy who leads a seminar for something to do with corporate lawâ maybe ethics?âÂ
a knowing smile sits on aceâs face as he leans forward on the table, body turning in mingyuâs direction, âtell me itâs jeon wonwoo.âÂ
mingyuâs smile grows wider, âthatâs him, you know him?âÂ
âiâm taking his online seminar this semester,â ace nods as his entire face lights up, âincredibly smart guy, his seminar is like nothing else iâve attended for, like, my entire career at lexford.âÂ
mingyu laughs, âiâll have to tell him, iâll put in a good word.âÂ
âwait, actually?â aceâs eyebrows shoot up, âiâm working on my thesis and an independent study with him would actually save my life.âÂ
âhe owes me a favor,â mingyu nods with a tight lipped smile, âiâll see what i can do.âÂ
your smile widens, you feel lighter, a weight lifted off of your shoulders from such a simple interaction. youâve never cared about aceâs approval for anything, but for some reason it feels so good to see him bonding with your maybe-could-be-boyfriend.Â
the unease doesnât fully go away, especially not when yunho began shooting daggers across the table, eyes cold as ice in a way you havenât seen in ages, you werenât sure if you or mingyu were on the receiving end. you shiver.Â
mingyu notices your physical reaction, his massive arm wrapping around your shoulders, palm rubbing your bicep in comfort. he leans into your ear, âyou cold?âÂ
âsomething like that,â you respond, a meek smile on your face. you wouldnât call him out across the table, you werenât sure if youâd be able to handle yunhoâs brute honesty in front of the people who mattered most to youâ if you had every personâs approval except for yunho, how much weight would his opinion hold?
dinner passed smoothly, mingyu was immersed in conversation with the parents while you talked to your friends, barely even speaking a word to one another unless he brought you into the other side of the table for conversation. you didnât think anything of it until you were in your basement after dinner was over, the boys on the couch before the tv with controllers in hand, playing the game they were always playing. you felt like you had mingyuâs voice in your ear the entirety of dinner, and now he was silent.Â
âdo you know the game theyâre playing?â you ask him, cuddled into his side on the smaller couch off to the side, your skirt long forgotten. you replaced your outfit with sweats the moment all of the parents left through the front doorâ if your mom loves anything, itâs appearances.Â
âno idea,â he says, but his eyes are trained on the television, eyebrows slightly furrowed in focus. he leans his head onto yours, asking, âdo you play with them?â
âhell no,â you giggle, âi have no interest in video games.âÂ
âi play sometimes, just havenât played this one,â he leans his head back, settling into the couch a little more, hand coming to rest on your thigh. the gears turn in your head, realization hitting you that the only thing mingyu had in common with any of your boys was the gym and aceâs professor, of all things.Â
mingyu had everything in common with the parentsâ a career first and foremost, their schedules, taxes. the gap is apparent and itâs huge, the thought feels sour in your stomach and you hate it. everything up until now had been perfect, you needed to dry off the rain on your parade before it turned to a downpour.Â
âwanna go upstairs?â you ask him directly in his ear, not that any of the boys could hear you with their incessant screaming at the game. he looks at you with eyebrows raised, a surprised look on his face, but he nods with no hesitation.Â
âweâre going up,â you announce to the room as you walk toward the staircase and all necks snap to look at you. the unease slithers back up your spine after you feel like it just left you, the hairs on your arms sticking upâ in that moment you knew there was something they werenât telling you, and all four boys are in on it this time.Â
your face contorts into something between confusion and alarm as san asks, âyou donât wanna hangout a while longer?âÂ
your head turns, neck twisting in discomfort. you hesitate, not sounding completely sure of yourself as you respond, âitâs getting late, i want to watch my show.â
âare you staying over?â ace asks mingyu, chin jutting upward in question to where mingyu stood.Â
mingyu shrugs, head turning to you as he says, âif youâll have me.â
you suck your lip between your teeth while nodding, and mingyu gives you a tight lipped smile but it doesnât quite reach his eyes. oh, you hate this and you need to fix it now. mingyu has been able to read you since the moment you met, you knew as soon as you stepped foot into your bedroom heâd be quizzing you. you bid the boys goodnight and head all the way up to your room, you were brainstorming the entire trudge there, only coming up with one thing to make this feeling go awayâ what he promised you earlier.Â
your room was on the opposite end of the hallway from ace, the guest room and a bathroom separating you, viviâs room up in the atticâ her choice. with your parentsâ room on the first floor, you officially had nothing to stop you from jumping mingyu, no one to hear you. you were sure that everything would go back to normal after that.Â
âitâs so⌠clean,â mingyu says as you turn on the lamp beside your bed, filling the space with a dim warmth, white bed sheets turning a sunset orange under the amber hue.Â
âthank you,â you smile, closing your bedroom door, âit has to be that way or else i canât sleep.âÂ
he raises a brow, âreally?âÂ
you shake your head, âyou have no idea. do you want a change of clothes? i can snag some from aceâs room, i think even yunho mightâve left some clothes in the guest room.âÂ
heâs walking around your room, looking at all of your decorations, then his eyes glaze the picture frames on your desk. he looks over to you after a moment of silence, âyes, please, then we can talk about why that was so weird.âÂ
your lips pull into a lineâ you hadnât even gotten a chance to seduce him yet, fuck him and his developed frontal lobe. your feet drag into the guest room, thinking yunhoâs clothes would fit him better than aceâs, even though aceâs build wasnât too far off from either men.Â
before you even handed mingyu the pile of clothes, he was already reaching behind his head, slipping his shirt over his head. your breath hitches in your throatâ finally, finally you were seeing what was hidden underneath, and being flabbergasted wasnât enough to explain what mingyu was keeping beneath his shirt. honey, golden and chiseled, as if he were handcrafted by the gods themselves, your imagination couldnât compare to the absolute perfection that was kim mingyu.Â
you cursed under your breath, eyes racking down his body from his collarbone to his belt, pile of clothes dropping to the floor and feet carrying you closer to him without a second thought. words come back to you as you shamelessly say, âi need my mouth on every inch of you.âÂ
he laughs, a soft chuckle as you stand up on your tippy toes to reach his lips, your mind clear enough to realize that your plan was set back in motion. the kiss was dizzying, so deep and sensual it had your brain clouding up as he walked you backwards until the back of your knees hit your mattress.Â
he laid you back, massive frame hovering over yours as his lips met yours once again, slipping his tongue into your mouth. you hooked your legs around his back as he fully crawled onto the bed, hands coming to the back of his neck to pull him closer.Â
he pulls back, still keeping his face close, âwe need to talk, princess.âÂ
âlater,â you murmur, attaching your lips again, pulling him closer. your hand travels down his chest to his pants, fingers wisping over what was beneath them, wanting to feel him. he grows under your touch and lets out a groan, breaking the kiss to let his head hang, eyes screwed shut tight as you up the pressure.Â
âwant you so bad,â you say in the sweetest voice as your hands go to his belt, and he actually lets you unbuckle it. all thoughts leave you as you pull the strip of leather from its loops, this was actually happening, and it was in your bedroomâ somehow it made everything more intimate.Â
he curses as your hand reaches below his boxers after getting him unzipped with ease, strong arms still holding himself up beside your head. you moan as you finally feel him, you couldnât hold it back, imagining what heâd feel like inside you, you needed to see him.Â
âlet me taste you,â you whispered, more of an order than a question and he keels over, body rolling off of you.
âyouâre gonna be the death of me,â his voice is surprisingly wrecked as his back hits the mattress, hands folding beneath his head. your grin is wide at the idea of him obeying you, flipping over so easily after so long of denying you⌠the thought of what made him finally say yes crosses your mind.
âyouâll be just fine,â your excitement is clear as you pull his boxers down his thighs, watching in awe as his length springs up against his abdomen. a sight for sore eyes, pink and leaking, he was just as massive as he felt and as delicious as youâd imagined. your eyes widened, âso fucking big.âÂ
between his legs you began with kitten licks to his tip, drinking up the droplets of precum heâd offered you with obligation. raw and unfiltered and so him, you moaned at the same time, music to your ears giving you the confidence to take him into your mouth fully. two hands around him with room to spare, you wondered if mingyu would fit inside you, he was definitely not fitting inside your mouth.Â
âfuck, youâre so good,â he groaned, keeping his voice low, his hands coming from the back of his head to pull your hair away from your face. as you created a rhythm, bobbing along his length with your mouth and hands moving in unison, his words came out staggered as he said, âjust like that, princess.âÂ
you loved mingyuâs praise, you loved his degradation, tooâ but hearing the words with your mouth wrapped around his cock was different. it urged you to work harder, to take him further, as if feeling his cum hitting the back of your throat would be more than a reward, more like a gift. you pumped him faster, hollowing out your cheeks just a little and he gasped, hips bucking into your mouth, cock hitting so deep you gagged. he moaned, really moaned, a higher pitch than what youâve heard yet, and the wetness between your thighs grew tenfold.Â
his hands wrapped in your hair tightened, a harsh grip on your scalp as he said, âdonât fucking stopâ ah, doing so fucking good for me, baby.â
your eyes screwed shut, fighting your gags hard as you pushed yourself further, no doubt bruising your throat just to hear him keep talking. as if he could hear your thoughts, he continued, âwant me to cum down your pretty little throat?â
you could hear his smile as he taunts you, âbet youâd love that, been begging for my cock for days.âÂ
you whimper, eyes opening with tears in your waterline, involuntarily swallowing around him. he lurches forward, eyebrows knitting in pleasure, voice dipping an octave, âfuckâ fuck, do that again.â
you obeyed, constricting your throat around him again and his head falls back, his adamâs apple on display before it snaps forward again, âiâm gonna- gonna cum.â
his hands flee from your hair, and you know immediately itâs so you donât feel pressured to take him down your throat, but you couldnât imagine not being rewarded for your efforts. you gag around him again, the tightness of your throat finally pushing him over the edge and he spills, a quiet, long groan leaving his lips as ropes of white cum shoot down your throat, swallowing before even tasting him.Â
he curses as you lick him clean, popping off of him with a proud smile on your face. he chuckles before leaning forward, grabbing you by your armpits to pull your body atop his. he smiles before pecking your lips, âyouâre so fucking perfect, so fucking perfect.â
you kiss him again and he embraces it, tongue slipping into your mouth without hesitation, nasty and messy and wet. you whimper, your cunt was throbbingâ you could feel the wetness between your legs only growing, as if your body knew it was mingyu under you, knew you could be coming in minutes if heâd just slip his hand beneath your panties.Â
âyou gonna be quiet for me?â he asks, hands coming up to keep your hair away from your face, cradling your cheeks. you nodded, bringing a hand on top of his, pulling it away from your cheek to press a kiss to his palm.Â
âi know you will, my good girl,â your body heats up at his words, threatening to let a moan slip from your lips without even being touched. he continues, his words stealing all the breath from your lungs, âsit on my face.âÂ
âgyu,â you whine, keeping your voice hushed, âwant you inside me already.â
âgotta open you up first, wanna taste you,â he says absent mindedly as his fingers go to your hoodie, pulling it up with your shirt and quickly slipping your sweatpants down your legs.Â
you donât argue, but instead hesitate out of nervesâ you pause, legs hovering over his chest, knees planted onto the mattress. you bite your lip, âiâve never done this before.â
âyouâve never gotten head before?â his eyes shoot open, staring at you as if that was a crime.Â
âno!â your voice is louder than you intended it to be, quieting down again to say, âiâve never sat on someoneâs face before.â
âoh,â he says as if it was no big deal, then looks up at you again with an eyebrow lifted, âreally?âÂ
âmingyu,â you whine, âtell me what to do.âÂ
âsit,â he says simply, and he doesnât continue. that was his only instruction.
you blink at him, âand then what?âÂ
he smiles wide, âand then i make you cum.âÂ
his hands are on your hips before you can process it, pulling you down onto his face, the moment his tongue meets your folds you moan. wanton, lewd, it was long and loud.Â
âwhatâd i say?â he pulls away to scold you and you purse your lips, eyes widening as if youâd just gotten caught doing something you werenât supposed to. âas much as i want to listen to you, your entire family is in this house. be respectful.â
âno oneâs on this floor, they canât hear us,â you argue, but his tongue is back between your folds instead of answering you. your head falls forward and you moan quieter this time, no headboard for you to grab onto, your muscles already willing to give out.Â
he pulls you down onto his face harder and you mewl, heâs silently begging you to let go of control, let loose on his face â but you donât know what youâre doing and you donât want to crush his face between your thighs.Â
ârelax,â he encourages from beneath you, voice soft and sweet, thumbs massaging circles into your hips. you relax your muscles, keeping most of your weight on your knees rather than on his face, focused more on doing than enjoying. he notices, hands traveling to your chest, flipping your bralette upward to get his hands on your breasts.Â
thumbs ghosting over perked nipples had you twitching, your hips grinding against his tongue and he smiled against you, using more pressure, taking the buds between his fingers to pinch. your hips bucked, clit sliding forward to bump against his nose and it seemed to crack open all sense of dignity with the way you released an unrestrained moan. noise after noise left your lips, without complaint from mingyu as you began to grind against him, gaining a rhythm now, hands coming up to grip at his wrists as the pit began forming in your stomach, quicker with each pass of his nose over your clit.Â
âthatâs it, princess. use me,â he said into you, hot breath on your center, eyes completely glossed over and focused solely on you, the words sending all the blood in your body straight to your center, beckoning your orgasm to come faster. you quickened your pace, the sounds escaping you turning desperate and filthy as your hands came down to grip onto his hair, his tongue sticking outward so you can ride it.Â
it was newâ this feeling of confidence, being in control, getting yourself off at your own pace. just a few weeks ago no one else had even made you finish, and here you were holding the reins. how far youâve come.
âmingyuâ iâm gonna cum,â you gasp out, shocking yourself with how utterly debauched you sounded, too far gone for embarrassment to wash over you. the pads of his fingers play with your buds as you bring yourself to orgasm, hips riding his face at a rhythm to send yourself over the edge, breath hitching in your throat as you finally feel it hit. like a train, a bus, a truck, shockwaves of pleasure rack through you that had your legs shaking around his head, hips twitching against his lips, head hanging forward with your eyes rolled backâ mingyu was drinking it up.Â
arms hooking around your hips to keep you in place and his tongue flattening out to lick you up had you convulsing, whimpers flying from your lips as your orgasm fades to a muted throb and overstimulation takes over.Â
âmingyu.â your hands grip onto his hair again, hips that attempted to buck away from his face didn't have very far to go until strong arms pulled them back into position.Â
he finally gives you the space to come down, a comforting sigh leaving your lips on cue. his head hits the mattress, hair fucked and eyes glazed over, but his smile was victorious. âthat was so hot, do it again.âÂ
âi want to sit on your cock not your face,â you shimmy out of his grip and he lets you â much to your surprise â hips backing up to sit on his very bare thighs. his eyes drift from your center sitting inches away from his cock that was hard and leaking against his stomach again back up to your face, you were sure it was flushed and sweaty and gone by now.Â
âgimme a sec, let me grab a condom,â he says as he sits up, pecking your lips before scooping you from his lap onto your mattress.Â
âwhat makes you think i donât have one?â you donât, you know you donât, but you tease him anyways as your head hits your pillows, positioning yourself so the two of you wouldnât be sideways anymoreâ and now you have the headboard if you need it.Â
he turns back to you as he pulls his wallet from the back pocket of his pants, a knowing look on his face, âokay, do you have one?âÂ
your lips purse, âno.â
his smile was comical, âthought so.âÂ
he kneels between your legs after taking his pants off fully, ripping the packet open with his teeth, spitting the foil onto the bed beside your legs. you didnât think a simple act could be so sexy, especially one as awkward as that, by this point it shouldnât surprise you that mingyu could make anything hot. you unclasp your bra behind you and throw it to the floor, widening your legs further, excitement consuming you. you wanted him so bad, you were thrilled he didnât wait any longer, you werenât sure if you could take it anymore.Â
you gasp as he bends down to spit between your folds, hips bucking as he spreads it across your folds. he looks up to you, face turned serious, âif it hurts you need to tell me.âÂ
âi will,â your voice was breathy, giving it away that you were here but not fully. growing impatient your eyes were trained on his cock, not even looking at him as you responded.Â
âhey, look at me,â he leans forward, arms caging you in, forcing you to pay attention as his build completely swallows you beneath him. âtell me if it hurts.âÂ
âoh my god, i will,â you whine, legs hooking around his backâ your mouth was near watering.Â
âspoiled,â he mutters as he lines himself up, tip so much as prodding at your entrance invoking a hiss from your lips. you curse as he pushes further, your eyes screwed shut in something between pain and pleasure, but you donât say a wordâ youâd lose your mind if he stopped now.
âso tightâ ah, gotta open up for me, baby,â his voice is strained, taking it slow as he inches forward, cock dragging against your walls at an agonizing pace. âfuck, knew i shouldâve made you cum again.âÂ
âkeep going,â you encourage, moving your hips to meet his thrust, taking him further. the stretch was deliciousâ slightly painful, mingyu was bigger than anyone else youâd ever taken, thicker than anything thatâs ever been inside you. it was worth it, so, so worth it as you feel every vein along your walls, hypnotizing you, dragging you under whatever spell he was casting.Â
when he pushed himself to the hilt he took a pause, giving you a moment to adjust, to get used to how big he felt inside you. you hummed, the burn along your entrance dimming to a flicker of heat. he felt perfect inside you, as if he was made to be there, as if your walls were already molded to his shape.Â
âmove?â he asked, his right hand moving your hair out of your face before he cupped your cheek, you fed him a nod. he slipped out slowly, rocking his hips to push back in at a quicker paceâ you moaned, the pain turning to pleasure as soon as he hit that spot.
âso fucking tight,â he said under his breath, voice rough and husky, âgod, youâre fucking perfect.âÂ
you moaned in response, back arching into him as he hit that spot againâ it wasnât by chance, his thrusts were precise, practiced, they were skilled. like everything else heâd done so far, mingyu knew exactly what to do to completely wreck you.Â
âholy fuck,â you cried, your moans growing in volume as he picked up the pace, rocking his hips as if it were a dance, movements so fluid you already considered yourself ruined for anyone else. no one could compare to this.Â
you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss you, touch you, be close to you as he fucked you dumbâ you needed everything all at once, his cock felt so good inside you it was almost overwhelming. he kisses you hard, lips messy and harsh and incredible, the perfect pair to his cock that was burying itself inside you with abandon.Â
âshouldâve known you couldnât be quiet,â he said, cocky tone to his voice as he broke the kiss, you could feel his smirk as it smeared across your wet lips, simultaneously offering you a particularly harsh thrust.Â
you yelped then through a broken moan you said, âitâs yâour fault, you fuck like a god.âÂ
âyou see why i wanted to wait, then,â he snickered as he sat up, long fingers wrapping around your ankles to place them on his shoulders. his hand fell to lay along your stomach, drilling himself inside you and you lost it, the back of your head pressing into your pillows, your last semblance of control gone.Â
he leans forward with your legs on his shoulders at a quick speed, hand moving from your stomach to clasp over your mouth and you whimper into his palm. his voice is breathless, âconsequences of your own actions, brat.âÂ
you cry out into his hand, noise muffled as he pistols inside you, hips stopping just before they can snap against your own, balls deep inside you and he had so much control. you wondered how he managed, you clearly had none after his cock had blatantly intoxicated you, you didnât care if anyone heard you at this point.Â
he lets your mouth go, pulling out of you swiftly just to flip you over, hands scooping under your body as if you weighed nothing. you had no time to whine in protest as his palm pushes your head into the pillows, cock filling you right back up. you scream into the pillow as he reaches deeper, you feel him in your stomach.Â
âthere we go,â you hear from behind you, his voice sounding too far away, ânow you have no choice but to behave.âÂ
he positions his cock to hit that same spot with the new angle, pressing against it with such precision and rhythm you felt the pit in your stomach returning in just two thrusts. your hand reaches beneath your body, between your legs that just slightly opened up between his thighs, rubbing quick circles into your clit.Â
âgonna cum already?â he sounds taunting behind you, hands squeezing your ass, spreading your cheeks so he could watch his cock relentlessly bully your cunt. it felt so fucking filthy but so hotâ you rubbed your clit faster.Â
âgo ahead baby, show me â cum around this cock,â you could hear the hint of desperation in his voice, he was close too. you couldnât form words as your orgasm approached with force, thighs shaking between his own, shamelessly drooling into your pillows as incoherent babbles left your lips.Â
he gave your ass a harsh slap as his cock carved into you and it was enough to push you over the edge, burying your face in your pillows as everything clenched. he grunted, his voice strained as he attempted to be quiet himself â âf-fuck, yes, thatâs it.âÂ
your orgasm was so long and so intense, he fucked you through it, losing his control as his hips finally clapped into the cheeks of your ass, chasing his own high. you turned your head, catching your breath, sounding as fucked out as you probably looked as you said, âcum for me, gyu, wish you were filling me up.âÂ
he gasped, splitting you in half as he brought himself to orgasm, stilling inside you with a moan as he unloaded into the condom. you wore a weak smile â you werenât lying, the only thing you could think was that you wish you could feel the warmth, the fullness of him coming inside. it seemed he wished the same with how quickly he finished after you said it.Â
âi hope no one heard,â was the first thing out of his mouth as he slowly pulled out, you whimpered at the loss â you were positive youâd never feel that full again.Â
âitâs fine,â your voice was raw, too tired and too spent to turn over. you felt him slide off the bed, watched as he tied up the condom and threw it in the trash, smiled as he picked up yunhoâs sweatpants from the floor.Â
âyou okay? need water or anything?â he asked as he pulled them up his legs â you were right, the sweatpants fit him perfectly.Â
âwater,â you mumbled, your pupils still the only thing moving, watching him silently as he reached for your water bottle that sat on your desk.Â
he joined you back in bed, scooping you up in his arms to place you on his front, holding the water bottle in front of your face so you could drink from the straw.Â
âdid i break you?â he asked, amusement lacing his words, you could hear his thoughtsâ you still felt somewhere else entirely, definitely not in your room with a drool covered cheek on his bare chest.Â
you hummed in response, eyes falling shut. you laid like that for awhile, cheek pressed to his chest, listening to his heartbeat as he mindlessly played with your hair, fingers scratching at your scalp.Â
âcome back to me, iâm getting nervous,â he said after some time, his heartbeat quickening with his words.Â
âiâm okay, still processing,â your voice was light, hopefully comforting, âyou just fucked my brains out, just wanna lay like this.âÂ
his chuckle was deep from his chest, flat against your ear as his hands moved to your bare back, tracing circles along your skin. he sighed â âlet me clean you up, put some clothes on you, then weâll get back in bed and put on your show.âÂ
you whined, but agreed nonetheless, the air of your bedroom turned cold against your skin that was quickly losing its heat. you had never been more grateful for a bathroom attached to your bedroom as you were right now, a shirtless mingyu running you a bath, sitting on the tiled floor as you soaked in the warmth of the water. you talked the whole time, about the sex, about your likes and dislikes, the conversation was open and honest. you wouldnât expect mingyu to be a kinky guy, and he wasnât beside his slightly dominating nature.Â
he didnât consider himself inherently dominant, it wasnât a trait he had across the board, only something that came out of him with you. you didnât know if you were naturally submissive or if it was something that just came out with himâ you were still exploring sexually, you opened up about your past with frat guys, how someone else just made you cum for the first time mere weeks ago. he took it all in with open arms and zero judgement, he told you that you should never be with someone who didnât care about your needs, didnât respect you enough to get you off, too.Â
the bath brought you back to reality, but your talk with mingyu brought you down to earth. it still amazed you how easily the two of you communicated, how comfortable it is to share things with him that you would only share with the other boys, if not more. he carried you back to your bed bridal styleâ he insisted, he also insisted on pulling pajama pants up your legs, an oversized tee shirt over your head.
âbrookhaven college? you go to crest university, donât you?â he asked as he pulled the cotton over your head, reading the print across the front.Â
you looked down at the shirt then back up to him, âthis is yunhoâs, i donât know how it made its way into my laundry, mustâve gotten confused with the clothes he keeps here.âÂ
âah, the tall and broody one?â he questions as you both crawl into your bed, settling beneath your comforter.Â
âheâs not usually brooding, i donât know what was up with him tonight,â you say through a yawn, cuddling into mingyuâs armpit, laying your head on his bare chest again.Â
he was silent for a moment before he asked, âhave you ever had a⌠thing with any of them?âÂ
you picked your head up from his chest, staring at him with a shocked and disgusted look plastered across your face. ânever ask me that question again, hell no.âÂ
he raised an eyebrow. âiâll ask a different one then â have they ever liked you? crushes on each other growing up, anything of the sort?â
âmingyu, they are the last humans on earth you need to worry about, theyâre all extensions of ace to me. other brothers,â you said, your face completely serious. âtheyâve never looked at me like that, i will never look at them like that, period.â
he pauses again â âalright.âÂ
he didnât fully believe you, that much was clear, but there was no way to prove your innocence or your honesty, so you let it go. instead you reached for the TV remote and turned on your show, getting comfortable on mingyuâs skin once again, letting the topic of conversation leave you both fully.Â
one of the couples in the show was in the midst of marital issues: she had gotten married young, divorced early into her marriage, remarried someone else and had kids just for her ex husband to come back into her life later on, leaving her conflicted.Â
being someone who speaks over every show or movie on a screen, you blabbed, irritation in your tone. âif she had just waited to marry him, this never wouldâve happened in the first place.â
âi disagree.â you looked at him with eyebrows raised, silently telling him to explain. âi think everything happens for a reason, she learned so much about herself and what she wants through her second marriageâ filling in all the gaps that she was missing with her first husband. heâs a learning experience.âÂ
you contemplated it, âshe couldâve learned all those things with him if she had just taken her time and not rushed it, she went through so much shit just to be back at square one.âÂ
âbut then she wouldnât have her kids,â mingyu argued, âeven if she married him down the line, they wouldnât have grown as individuals. all the things sheâs learned are because of her second husband.âÂ
âso you think she was right in divorcing him?â you popped a brow, leaning off his chest to stare at him, âeven though they were perfect together and came back to each other anyways.âÂ
âi think they came back to each other because they were meant to be,â his eyes were trained on the TV at the end of your bed, âit wasnât their time yet, there was more the both of them needed to learn before they could have a healthy relationship without regrets.âÂ
he took a pause before he continued, looking at you now, âshe reminds me of my ex-fiancĂŠe.âÂ
you sat up, shock written all over your face, âyou were engaged?âÂ
he sighed, sliding his body up your pillows so he was sitting up a little straighter, âwhen i was twenty five, i popped the question after four years of dating. she was with me through some of the darkest parts of my life, i popped the question when i finally came out of everything, when i was stable again.âÂ
âwe were engaged for a year until she broke it off,â he shrugged, âsaid she was too young, she wasnât ready even though we were both twenty six.âÂ
you blink at him â âso the woman in the show reminds you of her, and you think the couple were meant to come back together after they both remarried.âÂ
you could hear the gears turning in his head before his eyes widened. âdo not think too deeply into that, itâs just a coincidence. our first disagreement is not about to be over a netflix original.âÂ
your arms cross over your chest, voice coming off stern. âmaybe we should talk about it, because why would you even say that to me?â
his eyes close, lips forming a thin line. âi had to tell you eventually, itâs been four years since we broke things off and iâve dated plenty of women since i was with her. i am fully healed from that relationship, she lives across the country with her husband now.âÂ
his words sit with you, and not in a comforting way. âare you looking to get married? like, soonâŚ?â
he looks at you as if he could see through you. âyouâre twenty two, my love, iâm not rushing anything with you. iâll get married when itâs right.âÂ
his words were supposed to make you feel better but they donâtâ mingyu was ready to get married five years ago. he couldâve had a family by now, three kids and a dog if he wanted to. you hadnât even graduated yet, you hadnât even began student teachingâ you had years to go before youâd be ready to have a ring around your finger, even if that was the goal eventually. you didnât want to hold him back.Â
mingyu could feel your shift in mood, feel your uneasiness, within moments he was pulling you in close, lips catching your own, freeing you from your thoughts. it took little to no time until he was rocking into you again, bodies pressed against each other, tongue licking into your mouth until he made you forget what you were feeling entirely.Â
the thoughts didnât come back until you were tangled in each other, sweaty and half asleep with your blankets half covering your bodies. you tried to push them away, turn your brain off but you couldnât.Â
all you wanted was a boyfriend for thanksgiving â kim mingyu wanted a wife.
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The night before had been nothing short of a storm. The kind where voices were raised, words were said that didnât need to be, and feelings were hurt. But here you were, the morning after, standing in front of the mirror, staring at yourself as you carefully dabbed on foundation, the still-slightly-raw emotions of last night lingering in the air between you and Soonyoung.
He was sitting on the bed, his legs stretched out in front of him, eyes glued to the screen of his phone, but his attention kept drifting back to you. You could feel his gaze on the back of your head, the warmth of his stare prickling your neck like a soft breeze.
You didnât turn around. You couldnât. Not yet.
âDo you really have to stare at me like that?â you asked, your voice not quite as sharp as you wanted it to be, but still carrying a slight edge.
âIâm not staring,â Soonyoung said, shifting his position but not moving his eyes from you. âJust admiring.â
You caught his reflection in the mirror. His lips were pulled into a grin, eyes crinkled with the smallest hint of mischief. He was trying. You could tell.
He was trying to make it right, but you were still holding on to the grudge from last night. The argument, though now over, still simmered beneath the surface.
As you reached for your blush, you paused for a moment, taking in the sight of him. his eyes still glued to you like he couldnât look away, his entire posture slouched and resigned, like a puppy who'd been scolded and was waiting for forgiveness. The mental image made your lips twitch, and you couldnât help but smile.
You applied the blush with delicate strokes, the brush sweeping across your cheeks. The mirror caught the movement of your lips, and thatâs when you let it slipâa soft smile that reached your eyes, despite yourself. The act of applying makeup was almost like a ritual, and that smile, however small, was a part of it.
But just as you did, Soonyoungâs grin widened. He leaned forward a little, his chin now resting on his hand, his face full of expectation, like heâd won some sort of silent victory.
It was too much.
You turned toward him and gave him a playful but pointed look. âIâm not smiling at you,â you said, your tone as deadpan as you could manage, but the twinkle in your eye gave you away. âThis is how I put my blush.â
His face fell slightly, the corners of his mouth sagging just a little, but you could see the effort he was putting into holding back a chuckle.
âIâm still mad at you, you know,â you added, holding his gaze in the mirror. âDonât get any ideas.â
Soonyoung blinked at you, his eyebrows lifting in mock surprise. âYouâre still mad at me?â he said, sounding almost hurt, but there was a soft grin on his lips that betrayed his true feelings. âBut I thought we were over it.â
You hummed noncommittally as you finished applying the blush.
âWeâre over it,â you said, âbut Iâm not just going to forget everythingâ
The way you said it made him sit up straighter. âWait, are you really still mad at me?â He stood up now, moving toward you, taking slow, tentative steps like he was afraid you'd snap at him if he came any closer
You smirked, not responding immediately. Instead, you picked up your mascara wand and started applying it with exaggerated slowness, dragging it out just to tease him a little. Your eyes flicked back to the mirror to find Soonyoung standing in your reflection, his head cocked to the side, his expression unreadable but his posture full of gentle desperation.
âCan you hurry up with that?â he asked, his voice soft and pleading. âI justâuhâI need to know if youâre really still mad at me. I mean, if youâre mad, thatâs okay, but you donât have to stay mad forever.â
You sighed dramatically, leaning back in the chair as if giving up. âFine,â you said, rolling your eyes. âIâm not mad at you anymore, okay?â
Soonyoung brightened immediately, and just when you thought he might burst into song or do something equally ridiculous, he simply stepped closer, his expression softening. âReally?â he asked, his voice quieter now, like he was asking permission to be forgiven.
âYeah,â you sighed again, looking up at him through the mirror. âYouâre lucky youâre cute.â
âI am cute,â he confirmed with an exaggerated nod. âSo, weâre good now?â
âYeah, weâre good,â you said, finally finishing with your mascara and setting it down. âBut that doesnât mean Iâm going to let you off easy. You have to at least follow me around today like youâre trying to make up for your mistakes.â
Soonyoungâs eyes brightened, and his face lit up in a way that made your heart do a little flip. âIâm already on it,â he said, with all the seriousness he could muster, which, truth be told, wasnât much. âYou need anything? Iâm at your service. Iâll be your personal assistant for the day.â
You raised an eyebrow, eyeing him carefully. âYouâre just going to follow me around like a lost puppy?â
He nodded eagerly. âExactly! A cute, loyal puppy whoâs sorry for whatever it was I did last night. Actually make it a cute baby tiger. Anything you need, Iâm there. Iâll even carry your purse if you want.â
âIâll pass on the purse carrying, thank you,â you said, shaking your head as you grabbed your jacket. âBut you can carry the coffee. You owe me that much.â
âIâm on it,â he said, practically skipping toward the door to get his shoes. âIâll get it extra hot. Extra sweet. Just the way you like it.â
As you stepped into the living room, you could hear him rummaging through the kitchen, asking questions about where you kept the cups and what kind of sugar you liked. He was a whirlwind of energy, buzzing around you like he couldnât help himself.
For the rest of the day, Soonyoung stuck to you like glue, hovering around you with that same puppy-eyed expression that made it hard to stay mad at him for long. Whether it was getting your coat for you or holding open doors, he did it all with a little extra enthusiasm, as though he thought that maybe, just maybe, if he was extra attentive, it would make up for last night.
By the end of the day, when you were both sitting together, sharing a quiet moment, you realized you couldnât remember what you were so upset about in the first place. Maybe it was the way he grinned at you, or how he offered you the last bite of his sandwich without a second thought. Whatever it was, Soonyoung had a way of making everything right again, even when things felt wrong.
And, as you leaned into him, letting him rest his head on your shoulder, you found yourself smilingâthis time, for real.
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After All This Time (kmg)
When you're asked to be on the wedding party of a long-lost friend, you get the chance to reconnect with former classmate Mingyu, but not without your old feelings and struggles resurfacing.
â§Ë* pairing: groomsman!mingyu x bridesmaid!reader
â§Ë* w.c: 18,7k
â§Ë* genre: friends to lovers, fluff, smut, angst, it's another self-indulgent 'running away from your high school past' story from me.
â§Ë* warnings: alcohol consumption, a lot of not standing up for oneself, kind of unrealistic wedding timeline (i've never been a bridesmaid so bare with me), mingyu has no flaws here because... im in love with him, this might be badly written I can't really tell anymore | smut: it's messy, and rough, face sitting, unprotected penetration (don't do this), multiple orgasms (f). lmk if im missing anything
still into you by paramore - i often listened to this song while writing this. i wasn't particularly inspired by it but the title did come from its lyrics, and i think it's pretty fitting
The unopened letter stares at you from across the table. Trying to ignore it by doing your housekeeping chores is pointless. Scrubbing your toilet, doing your laundry, making your bed, and even cooking your meal preps for the entire week, nothing managed to take your head away from that stupid letter, wondering what could possibly be.
You and Olivia havenât spoken properly since graduating high school many years ago. The last time you had a full-on conversation with her was when she told you she started seeing a new guy freshman year in college, someone who went to your same high school but never knew. Besides that, your only form of âcommunicationâ was liking each other's Instagram stories and the yearly happy birthday text. A letter from her addressed to you was the last thing you expected to see today, or ever.
Curiosity finally wins as you take it and inspect it up close. The pastel pink envelope with golden details feels sturdy in your hands, and the wax seal is stamped with two initials, O and T. The boyfriendâs name appears in your memory as the realization hits you. Olivia and Thomas.
This is a wedding invitation.
Opening the envelope just confirms your thoughts, but thereâs more to it than just a mere invitation. Just below some details such as dress code and the plus one, thereâs a part specifically addressed to you asking you to be one of Oliviaâs bridesmaids. Your stomach turns, anxiety, and excitement battling it out in each of your organs. For one, itâs really heartwarming that she thought of you as a friend still and wants you to be a part of such a special day as her wedding. On the other side, itâll be awkward to see everyone again after such a long time, because, weirdly enough, you never encountered anyone you knew ever again, even if you didnât move away and still frequented same places as before.
Except, maybe that anxiety is just because of one person, whoâs probably going to be more than involved in this wedding. Cassie, your other best friend.
Being a trio was never a problem. Actually, itâs probably the better friend group arrangement for you. The three of you got along immediately since the first day of middle school and never looked back. It was always fun and comfortable, you thought you had found your best friends for life. But something happened around the age when girls start noticing boys, when everyone starts going on dates, flirting, kissing, getting into relationships. Thatâs when you realized you and Cassie had the exact same type. It became almost like a routine: youâd notice a cute guy around school but didnât say anything, and the next thing you know, at the next party Cassie would also notice him and hook up with him. You were sure you were in your very own Truman Show.
Was it partially your fault for not saying anything? Maybe, but did it have to happen with literally every single guy you were ever attracted to? It reached a point where you would constantly doubt yourself, compare yourself to her, was she cooler? Prettier? Smarter? Funnier?
In the end, it wasnât her fault, and youâd never blame her for that, but for your own good and the wellness of your crumbling self-confidence, you had to get away from that situation. And you did. At least until now. But itâs been years, youâre not the same person you were back in high school, and hopefully, all of your self-doubting was also left in the past.
A sky-high, lavish building stands before you in all of its glory. You were no stranger to your old friendâs rich family, but her lifestyle always managed to take you by surprise.
Olivia wanted all the bridesmaids and groomsmen to meet and get comfortable with each other, so she and her fiancĂŠ arranged a little afternoon party at their apartment. Over the few texts you exchanged with Olivia, she failed to mention the other people on the wedding party. So during the elevator ride, you think of every possibility, who could be there that you know? With how many people from school has she kept in contact with? Will you know the groomâs friends?
The doorbell rings inside the busy apartment, and a few seconds later youâre welcomed by your old friend with a bright smile. You hug Olivia tightly, the weirdness of the situation fading away for a few seconds. Afterward, you greet everyone with a shy smile, recognizing some faces and encountering new ones. Some people are standing in groups of three or four, while others sit on the couch or a few scattered chairs, talking with each other comfortably.
âWhile we wait for the last people to arrive, I want to start telling you what I have planned.â
Olivia announces as you walk away slowly, and you find an empty wall by the hallway to rest against.
At least twenty minutes pass, in which Olivia doesnât take one breath, her happiness and excitement showing through her endless words. The wedding plan is not really out of the ordinary, but the scale of things, thatâs the impressive part. She has seven bridesmaids, including you, plus the maid of honor who hasnât arrived yet, and her fiancĂŠ has the same number of grooms, plus the best man. Each of you will pair up throughout the days coming up to the ceremony, and on the big day, each pair will have matching outfits and even a dance scheduled after the coupleâs first dance as a married couple. Her idea was essentially thought so no one would feel out of place and enjoy the ceremony, because it should be a happy day for everyone.
While she explains everything for the second time, you take your time to look around the big room full of people. Scanning every face, there isnât really a lot of girls you know, but the groomsmen, on the other hand, all of them went to your same high school. It seems Oliviaâs fiancĂŠ still hangs out with his same group of friends. One of them, in particular, sparks a little smile across your face.
Mingyu was the only other person you considered a real friend in school. As scary and anxiety inducing as it is to have classes without your small friend group, he made it more than bearable, enjoyable even. Becoming friends with the nerdy boy assigned as your lab partner is one of the things you remember fondly about those years of your life. He was like a breath of fresh air during all the turmoil. Would he remember you?
His eyes catch yours from across the room, and an instant smile forms across his lips. After all the years that passed, he still looks the same. Heâs much more mature and fully over puberty now, his broad bulky frame being one of the more standing out new things about him, but youâd recognize that confused expression and toothy smile with fangs peeking out anywhere. Your mood rapidly improves as he mouths a âhiâ and waves his hand lightly at you, not wanting to interrupt the bride to be. You repeat his greeting with a growing grin, but your small interaction is cut short.
Your name catches your attention, and you turn to Olivia, âyou and Mingyu will be our last pair. Is that okay?â
The relief is immediate. It might be a little awkward, but at least youâll be with someone you know. You and Mingyu look at each other once again and then nod at her, but before she can continue with whatever she is saying, the entry door opens behind her.
âHi everyone!â The familiar voice makes your stomach drop, âIâm sorry Iâm late. My boss wouldnât let me go.â
She looks the same too, only with longer hair and more mature features on her face. Her body language holds the same coolness, as sure of herself as she was when you were younger.
âItâs fine. Itâs nothing the maid of honor hasnât heard before.â Olivia replies to her with a chuckle.
âOh my god! I havenât seen you in so long!â When she greets you, you straighten your posture, put on your best smile, and hug her back. âHow are you doing?â
âHey Cassie, good, good, just working my life away!â
You joke and try to ease up your emotions. Your few words manage to satisfy her as she nods with a smile, walks away, and pecks one of the groomsmen â her boyfriend? â on the lips before sitting by his side.
The schedule is easy for Olivia to finish explaining it, so in no time, food starts rolling in, and conversations pop up between everyone, either catching up or normal everyday chats. Cassie starts telling a story about something that happened earlier at her job, but you donât really understand it. You havenât talked to them in so long, you donât know what they do for a living, or where they work. You donât know them anymore, and youâre too afraid to ask.
To the side, a couple of people over, Mingyuâs talking with the rest of the grooms' friends comfortably. You want to talk to him, but what would you say? Itâs not like you were the closest of friends. You never hung out outside of the school, and your friend groups never actually interacted until now. Actually, you never told Olivia and Cassie about him. Maybe because you were afraid that if you introduced him to Cassie, heâd swoon over her like the rest of the guys you ever interacted with romantically.
An uneasy feeling creeps in on you as memories of your past fight to climb up on your memory. Feelings and thoughts you havenât felt in years come back up, almost reliving everything in a matter of milliseconds. You need to talk to someone, take your mind off of your overthinking. Because this is not the time nor the place to get so gloomy.
You get to talk with the rest of the bridesmaids, and the anxiousness of it all starts bubbling down, and youâre much more comfortable. A couple of them are close family friends with Olivia, also as rich as her, but still really nice girls, even if a little airheaded, and the rest are friends from college.
Time passes by easily, and soon enough, the sun is already set.
On the ride back home, your mind starts spiraling again. Do you even fit in with all those people? An invite to her wedding wouldâve been just fine, but a bridesmaid? You feel like a total stranger, someone from her past whoâs meddling around trying to sneak into a place she purposely left behind. At least you wonât have to see anyone ever again after the wedding is over.
It is said that changing your usual routine helps improving your mood, taking another path home, shopping at a new place, sitting down at a different park, trying a new coffee order, changing the little things to feel more energized and be more productive. You wouldnât know, because every task you complete as fast as possible to be back home quickly. So, after days of not being able to think about anything else but the upcoming wedding, itâs your only option left.
With the sky lit up with golden light, the grass and trees as green as ever, and a light breeze that prevents you from getting too hot, you walk around a park youâve never been to before, with your new âhot girl walkâ playlist as a soundtrack. The kids running around the playground are the only sounds that get through your ears besides the music, maybe a bark or two as well, and the sun against your skin soothes all your worries. Damn. Going on a walk does fix your mood.
A hand grabbing your arm softly startles you, and youâre about to punch the mystery person when you recognize his face.
���Mingyu?â
His eyes are focused on your fist that was ready to hit him, and you lower it down, beginning to take out your airpods.
âSorry! You scared me!â You erupt in a nervous laughter.
âIâm sorry! I called your name but you didnât hear me.â He stands apologetic in front of you, looking down at his feet before daring to look back up. âHow are you doing? We didnât get to talk the other day.â
âYeah! Itâs good to see you! I didnât expect you to be there, it was a nice surprise.â Is it too weird to say that? Well, itâs already done.
He gets the tiniest bit shy at your words, his ears turning a light shade of pink before disappearing quickly.
You notice a bicycle by his side, a cute pink helmet with glittery heart stickers hanging by the handle. He mustâve been biking when he saw you and took it off before calling your name.
âI didnât know if you were still friends with Olivia, I didnât know if I was going to see you either.â
You fixate on the first part of his sentence, ignoring your bodyâs reaction to him implying he wanted to see you.
âOh, weâre not really that close anymore.â Thereâs a silence as you finish your words, as it wasnât the reply he was expecting. âLife, you know? We just grew apart.â
It was you who stopped making an effort to talk to her, but even if it was still for your own good, youâre a little ashamed to admit it to Mingyu.
âShe still asked you to be her bridesmaid. That must mean something.â Ever the positive guy, he tries to make you feel better after the sour comment.
âYeah, itâs really nice of her.â The sun shining so bright prevents you from looking up at him, but you smile, hoping he can see it.
The slow steps youâve been taking side by side turn awkward with silence. You wanted so badly to talk to him after the other day, but now that heâs here, in front of you, you canât think of anything.
âItâs good that you still hang out with the guys.â
You donât know what else to say, and the words spill out of your mouth. He doesnât seem to notice the awkward atmosphere, his body as comfortable as ever walking by your side.
âYeah, even though not as often as Iâd like.â A regretful smile forms across his lips. âOur schedules havenât been lining up, I met Olivia in person maybe a total of three times over the years.â
âWhat? Thereâs no way you didnât share any classes in school?â
He shakes his head, chuckling at your surprise.
âI think I only ever shared one class with her, but I didnât really care much about her crowd back then.â
âWow, thanks for that.â
He means all the popular guys your friends would hang out with, and you know it, but there was always something so fun in teasing him and seeing him get so pouty.
"You know I donât mean you.â
His shoulder pushes your body lightly to the side, and you chuckle together. Itâs hard to prevent the red from rushing to your cheeks. Maybe heâll mistake it for a faint sunburn.
âThatâs a cute helmet you got there.â Your eyes point to it as a way to distract him.
âOh, that?â He picks it up with what seems to be an embarrassed voice tone, but his actions quickly override it. He puts it on proudly and looks at you with his eyebrows raised, âmy sister gave it to me when I bought the bike, gets all the ladies.â
âI'm sure it does.â
Attention from women he for sure gets, but probably not because of that thing. His tall, muscular body is enhanced by the tight blue t-shirt he's wearing. You didnât get a proper look at him the other day, and now, standing next to him in broad daylight, you almost wish you could still live in the ignorance bliss of not knowing the exact height difference between you two.
âSo, what are you doing around here?â
His words make you realize youâve been staring for a few seconds, and you look ahead, hoping he didnât notice. He forgets to remove the helmet, making you chuckle quietly before answering.
âI just got off from work and thought it would be nice to take a different route home.â
âThatâs such a coincidence! I come here, like, almost every week to bike around.â
âWow, It really is.â
For how long have you been avoiding this specific park for no reason? Pushing away your chance of meeting the one and only person you wouldâve wanted to?
A ping from his phone alerts both of you, taking you out of your little bubble.
âSorry I-" His expression falls as he reads the new text, âI have to get going, but it was really nice seeing you!â
"Oh, sure! I didnât mean to hold you back.â It comes out quieter than youâd like. âGoodbye!â With a simple smile and a tiny wave at him, you turn around.
Right when he gets on his bicycle again, before he starts pedaling, he looks back at you, taking your first step in the opposite direction.
âWait!â When you turn around, heâs taking his phone out of his front pocket, âCan I get your number?â
The both of you blush at his words, and you look up at him cautiously.
âSo we can catch up and, you know, get comfortable with each other for the wedding.â
You had already forgotten about that. The reason you even met him again in the first place.
âSure!â
Your hand trembles slightly when you take his phone, and you mentally beat yourself up for it. Itâs just your number! It could mean nothing.
âIâll text you later so you can save mine.â
And with a wink, heâs off to whatever he was late to.
Great. Now youâre not only re-living your high-school anxieties but also your high-school crushes.
During the following days, you find yourself checking your phone more often than ever, always with the hope that youâll get a new message from Mingyu. Texting almost every day since the encounter at the park, the time when youâre both free to talk has become your favorite part of the day.
It started shyly, merely updating the other about your lives since finishing high school, your jobs, and hobbies. But as time passed, the never-ending conversation eased onto your daily routines. Youâd wake up and text Mingyu, update him as you arrive at work. Lunch, break, evening, clocking out, dinner. Every little free time you got, youâd text each other back and forth.
A text notification cheers you up constantly, thinking that it could possibly be him again. But itâs not always the case, like this time.
Itâs Olivia reminding you that, in exactly 29 minutes, you have the dance rehearsal with all the maids and grooms. Half an hour, and you live 1 hour away from the studio she rented. A little white lie never hurt anyone, so you tell her something came up and you'll be just a little late.
You love weddings, but if you had to choose one thing you donât like about them, it would definitely be the dancing. You canât dance for shit. Youâd tell your right leg to move forward, and your left leg would move backwards, like your body canât comprehend instructions when theyâre related to dancing. Usually, you stay in your seat, choosing not to embarrass yourself in front of all the guests, but this time, you canât get out of it. Poor Mingyu will leave the class with at least five bruises on his feet from you stepping on him.
The dance studio is part of a new, contemporary looking building on the exact geographic center of the city, a place you would always pass by but never thought youâll get to enter. Standing at the front desk, over half an hour late, you feel too out of place. Your clothes are probably wrong, your hair is completely disheveled, you donât remember on which floor is your class, and you donât even know the name of the dance teacher.
After a long discussion with the receptionist, she finally understands what youâre here for and lets you go up to the 13th floor.
The walk from the elevator to the studio feels longer than it actually is. Three to four footsteps become long, slow turtle-like steps. But not even the infinite time you spend taking four steps prepare you for your stomach to drop down to the basement at the sight of Mingyu dancing with Cassie as soon as you open the door.
His hands on her waist, her arms around his neck, dancing slowly in circles, laughing about something she just said, you can almost hear something inside you break. After all this time, nothing really changed.
âHey! Youâre finally here!â
Oliviaâs voice brings you back to earth.
âHi! Iâm really sorry I couldnât get here sooner.â The dance teacher gives you a look, and you lower down your voice, âSo how is this going?â
âWe had to put them together,â she points the dreaded pair, directing your eyes to them once again, âbecause neither you or Tyler were here when we started, but after the songâs over you can join him and Iâll practice with Cassie, okay?â
You nod with the best spirit you can manage to express.
âIs Tyler the guy she was with the other day?â
You donât forget to whisper so the class isnât interrupted by your chatter.
âHeâs the only one of Tom's friends whoâs not from school, donât worry, you didnât erase him from your memory.â
You stifle a laugh before it gets loud.
âGood, I was starting to feel bad about not recognizing him.â
In reality, his existence doesnât matter much to you either way, except for something. âAre him and Cassie a thing?â
âShe says itâs something casual but, and donât tell her about this, I paired them up together on purpose so they can finally realize that they like each other!â
Your lungs clear of air in an instant after hearing those words. Sheâs not available. She has a boyfriend, sort of. A boyfriend who you do not know nor have feelings for.
âYour secret's safe with me.â
âMingyu's nice and all, but if he messes with my plan and charms her, I will personally revoke his invitation to the wedding.â
You both chuckle just as the song finally ends, yours quieter than hers. Both of them see you with Olivia, but only Cassie comes forward to say hi.
âHey girls! Good to see you!â She gives you a little hug before directing to Olivia. âSo⌠Tyler isnât showing up, I assume.â
âHe told me a few minutes ago that something came up and canât come, sorry.â
Her hand flies to Cassie's shoulders to comfort her, but she doesnât seem bummed by the news.
âWell, then, I have something to ask you.â
Her presence suddenly becomes overwhelming as she grins at you with a proposition in mind, seemingly all thought out.
âAre you close with Mingyu? Olivia told me you were classmates.â
How did she know? Maybe you did tell her about him after all.
âHe used to be my lab partner. Why?â
âHow did you not crush on him back then? Heâs such a cutie.â
âI probably did, I donât remember.â Lie.
âCould you find out if he has a girlfriend, pleeease?â
A buzzing sound is all you hear for a few seconds, like your brain forgets how to function. Words donât come out, and youâre freezed in place as Cassie looks at you expectantly. To the side, Olivia looks just as puzzled by her request.
âW-why?â
âBecause, heâs really hot and, if I need a quick rebound because of that other fucker, I need to know Iâm not messing with a relationship.â
Silence is all you produce once again.
âI just need a tiny bit of info, and itâll be weird if I ask him directly, so could you please try?â
âSure⌠Iâll try, but Iâm not promising anything.â
Youâve never sounded less excited about something in your whole life. You love some gossip and some drama, but not if it involves a genuinely nice guy like Mingyu being used. Or maybe itâs just because itâs him.
âThank you, thank you, thank you.â
Cassie jumps excitedly and hugs you once again, just as the dance teacher calls for everyone to gather.
Mingyuâs hands slot carefully at the sides of your waist, guiding you swiftly and sparking goosebumps across your back. Your arms wrap awkwardly around his neck, making him crouch a bit so you can look properly at each other.
âWere you always this good? Or did you become a professional waltz dancer in the half hour I wasnât here?â
You remember him telling you the other day, during your endless text conversations, that he, like you, wasnât particularly excited about dancing.
âLetâs say, hypothetically, that I practiced before coming here, what would that say about me? Hypothetically.â
âIt would say that,â you drown out a cackle before you can continue, âyou take your duty as a groomsman very seriously, hypothetically.â
âGood, I wouldnât want you to think I was a dork, hypothetically.â
âYouâre too late, I already thought that.â
A pout forms on his mouth at your giggles, and he flashes the world's most menacing puppy eyes ever.
âI mean it in the best way possible!â
âIsnât it embarrassing?â
âItâs cute!â
His face shifts with skepticism, sending enough signals saying he didnât like your choice of words.
âItâs charming!â
The warmth his body emanates wraps around you fast. His expectant eyes looking down at you and the closeness of your bodies rises your temperature in record time, your cheeks pinking up furiously. You keep talking as the nervousness takes over you.
âAt least it worked! Youâre a really good dancer, Iâm sorry I keep missing the beats.â
âYouâre giving me too much credit. Youâre not that bad.â
âNow youâre just lying. My limbs are physically unable to coordinate more than three steps. Youâre guiding me through every single one!â
His hands tighten just the tiniest bit around your waist, like a confirmation for the both of you that theyâre still there.
The teacherâs voice echoes all around you until it finally punctures your bubble, and youâre able to hear the class youâre here for. The steps sheâs explaining for a second time make no sense in your head, too many turns and moves for you (and your body) to comprehend.
âI need all the pairs to practice the final steps again.â
Only her final words make sense on your mind, and when you look towards Mingyu, his hand left its place on your body and is extended at you, his eyes kind yet concentrated back on the dance. You nod, taking his hand with an electrifying rush going through your veins.
Mingyu guides you firmly but with care, moving along the beats of the waltz. With each step, your synchronization improves, and the moves flow along easily, your bodies understanding each other. You canât help but smile as you look him in the eyes, a familiar warm feeling bubbling up inside you.
âYou're doing a really good job.â
His eyes catch yours, a little wrinkle forming by each of their sides before he cracks a smile to match yours. Thereâs something in the way he looks like when paying attention to you, like a spell being casted on you, making you crave more.
âItâs because itâs comfortable with you.â
Your mouth betrays you and sends out the words without checking with your brain, but weirdly enough, you donât fear his reaction. Itâs just the truth.
âWeâre more in synch than you thought.â
You swear you see a glimpse of a smirk before he spins you in his arms.
As you turn and move together through the song, you think your excitement isn't solely because of the rehearsal going well. It could be simply a wish, but a spark of something is definitely lighting up. The way Mingyu holds you, attentive and confident, you can't help to think he feels it too.
âYou think we can be this good the day of the wedding?â
Thereâs more anticipation than curiosity in your voice, remembering youâll keep meeting until then, youâll keep seeing him.
Mingyu reaches closer until his warm breath fans your ear and his lips graze your cheek.
âWe could meet a few days before and practice, like I hypothetically did today.â
âYou think I need practice?â You tease to hide the blush creeping up your cheeks.
âMaybe itâs an excuse to see you again.â
A mix of shyness and giddiness overtakes you as you giggle at his proposition. But in the midst of your interaction, you skip a crucial move and begin to turn, stepping right on one of Mingyuâs feet and almost tripping over to the side. His hand secures you by the waist, the hem of your t-shirt raised just enough so his fingers brush your fiery bare skin.
âOk, maybe I do need the practice too.â
The teacher talks to you on the background, but itâs hard to concentrate on anything other than Mingyuâs touch lighting fires across your body, his worried eyes over your âalmostâ fall, and his smile when he realizes youâre laughing at your clumsiness.
The music starts over, and you only realize it because his hand is extended at you once again.
âLetâs give it another try.â
âSo, you didnât get to ask him?â
âIâm sorry, I forgot about it. I was so focused on learning the dance that it slipped my mind.â
Running into Cassie coming out of the subway was the last thing you expected (and wanted) right now. Trying on dresses is the one bridesmaid related thing you were least excited about. So many hours of putting clothes on and off, picking colors, showing the rest of the girls, giving your opinion on their dresses, and listening to their opinions on yours. It just sounds so exhausting. But your mental pep talk got interrupted when Cassie saw you walking up the stairs of the station heading to the bridal shop.
âItâs okay, donât worry about it.â
âHe didnât say anything that would imply he has one, if that helps.â
More than a helping hand to her, you're starting to hope heâs single too.
âThatâs good to know, thank you.â
âI donât really get why you wanted to know, though. I thought you had a boyfriend.â
âHeâs not... I mean, itâs not like, official. I wanted him to get jealous, but I'm over that now.â
âOh, so... you talked about it with him?"
âKind of... he just explained why he couldnât come to the rehearsal, and I just, couldnât get mad at him simply for that, right?â
âRight...â
You know virtually nothing about their ârelationshipâ, or about him for that matter, so itâs maybe for the best to stay out of their⌠thing.
âAnyway, about today, do you have something in mind for your dress?â
âNot really, I was just thinking of browsing through the store and seeing what they have.â
âWow, really? Youâre so chill about it. I have a pinterest board with all the styles and shapes I like. I even checked their online store to see what they have in stock beforehand.â
âThatâs⌠actually really smart.â
âNah, donât be nice. Did you at least think of a color? Olivia wants all of us to be different colors, but in pastel, obviously. I personally didnât really care about it, but I chose pink after some thought.â
âOh, actually, I didn't know that.â
âItâs okay, you can decide when we get there.â
âDid the rest of the girls choose already?â
âMaybe? I havenât had the chance to ask them.â
âI hope I donât get green then, I donât really like how it looks on me.â
âYouâll look amazing either way. Donât let a simple color wear you down!â
Small talk with Cassie turns out to be quite nice in the short walk you have up to the store. It's a pretty shallow conversation, but not at all stressful like you thought.
The place is really fancy looking, tall glass windows and blinding white interior. It makes you take a breath just by looking at the displayed dresses. Relieved that Olivia said multiple times that sheâll take care of everything and not to worry about the prices, you and Cassie walk inside.
You didnât expect every girl to be already there, and you especially didnât expect the groomsmen to be also all there. The girls browse through racks and racks of different shaped and colored dresses, and the men are sitting back, talking with one another, waiting for their bridesmaid to ask for their opinion.
Cassie goes straight to greet Mingyu with a hug. Even if he isnât the closest one to the door. Even if Tyler is there also. And you walk behind her, slowly, shy because of all the people aware of your arrival. You give Mingyu a shy smile as a greet, and he returns it warmly.
After the dance rehearsal all those days back, youâve been hesitant about contacting him again. Thereâs nothing wrong with him. Itâs quite the opposite, actually. Heâs caring, attentive, and kind towards you. You just donât want to fall in your black hole of a crush on him again. especially after Cassie made it clear to you that heâs caught her eye too. Sure, she just told you she made up with her boyfriend, but her actions are already contradicting her words.
Olivia sees you with Cassie and walks quickly towards you two with a smile on her face.
âHey girls! How do you like the store?! Isnât it huge?â
âItâs unbelievable! Iâm gonna need at least two hours to look through all the dresses!â
Cassie answers, staring at the lengthy room in awe. You can feel Mingyuâs eyes on you. Or maybe on Cassie. Regardless, youâre in his line of sight, and it gives you chills.
âWell, you have all the time in the world today. I reserved the whole store for the entire day for all of us, and the staff is also here to help us if needed, so donât worry about asking for help!â
âThatâs amazing!â You both exclaim at the same time.
âThank you!â Cassie doesnât look back and goes straight to the racks of pink dresses. Youâre about to go and walk around as well. Maybe try to find a color that suits you, but Olivia stops you before you can even take a step.
âWait! I got the list of the available colors left for you,â she hands you a sheet of paper with almost everything on it crossed out, âIâm sorry, I know there isnât much left.â
âOh donât worry, itâs fine. I shouldâve picked it earlier. Itâs not your fault.â
Itâs disappointing to see that only two items arenât crossed out. Light teal and pastel green. Green and teal arenât ugly colors by any means, but you always feel awkward when wearing them, so youâve learned to avoid them. The back of your throat itches to close as you think about looking ugly at the wedding, in front of so many people, in front of him.
âI saw some of the teal dresses earlier, and theyâre all super cute! Youâll look amazing!â
âOh, ok, Iâll go check them out. But, just in case, isnât there any way for me to change colors?â
âYou could ask someone to swap with you.â
Your mind instantly goes to Cassie. Earlier, she told you she didnât care which color she wore, maybe she wouldnât mind switching with you. You spot her easily on one corner, asking Mingyu about his opinion. She looks up at him with glittery eyes as one of her hands places itself on his arm. The sight turns your stomach upside down. You want to stop watching the scene as much as you want to break them apart.
Your legs make the decision for you and walk you to where theyâre standing. They donât notice you walking over to them until you speak up.
âHey, sorry to interrupt you guys, but Cassie, could I ask you something?â
Mingyuâs the first one to look up at you, his face lighting up as you interrupt whatever Cassie was saying to him. Sheâs slower, making sure to hang the dress back on the rack before turning to face you.
âWhat do you need?â
There's very little annoyance on her tone, but you donât miss the way her eyebrows arch and her eyes dart to Mingyu, signaling you that she wants some alone time.
âI wanted to ask if you, by any chance, were willing to switch colors with me?â
âWhat happened? Which ones are left?â
âBasically, just green.â
âOh, thatâs such a bummer.â
Thereâs a silence when she finishes talking. You wait for her to continue, blinking at her, but she just doesnât. Her sentence ended there.
âYeah, so, would you swap with me?â
âIâŚâ Her body language turns awkward as she thinks of an answer, side-eyeing Mingyu, whoâs also waiting for her, but with no context to what youâre asking her.
âI just, you said you didnât really care about the color, so I thought you wouldnât mind changing it.â
You huff, not helping the awkward atmosphere around the three of you. Your eyes connect with Mingyuâs, who's silently watching the interaction from the side. You hate that heâs seeing you in such a state, so... desperate for something thatâs not that big of a deal anyway. You need this interaction to be over.
âYouâre right, I did say that,â you can already see where this is going, âbut, I kinda already put my mind to it, and it took a lot of convincing to get Tyler to match with me. He already bought his suit, and I donât want to make him mad by changing everything so suddenly, Iâm sorry.â
âOhâŚâ
You can feel your stomach contracting, your throat threatening to close, your eyes getting ready to be filled with tears. This is so stupid. Itâs just a stupid color. It's a stupid dress youâll never wear again. Why is it affecting you so much?
âWait, Iâm sure Tyler wouldnât mind changing.â
Mingyuâs soft voice sounds closer to you, but you canât really see much with your eyes trained to the ground and vision blurry from tearing up.
âNo, itâs fine, letâs not bother him.â
Blinking away the tears is easy, but looking up and finding a concerned Mingyu makes you feel like jelly. Cassieâs long forgotten as you focus on him, his tall figure watching over you, his hand placed on your shoulder, squeezing lightly, silently comforting you.
âIâll go try and find something I like.â
âI can look with you if you want.â
âNo, itâs fine, you can go back to what you were doing.â
You walk away, leaving him standing there, still worried about your sudden reaction. Cassie is just behind him, waiting for the opportunity to get his attention back.
But you try not to think about him or her while browsing through the store. Trying your best to be positive, to not get dragged down by a simple color choice, or by a friend â if you can call her that â that couldnât help you.
Hours go by, and itâs easier when you focus on other things. You help the other girls decide on their dresses, reacting and applauding, helping them find new ones if they arenât satisfied. Itâs fun, contrary to what you previously thought, itâs like playing a dress up game, except every now and then, itâs Cassie who comes out on the make-shift runway, and the first opinion she asks for is always Mingyu's.
At one point, everyone has already decided, and youâre the only one left. All the girls you helped come together to try and find you the best possible dress, bringing a new one to you with hopeful smiles on their faces every few minutes.
You try them on, eager to find one and be done with it. But, even if they look gorgeous when on the hanger, they always got something that doesnât sit right with you when you put them on. And after trying dress after dress, you grow more discouraged.
Olivia notices how tired you are and tells you that you can come back another day, alone and less anxious, but then again, that would mean stretching the situation for longer than needed. You decide to try on one more dress, one that Olivia picked specifically for you, and if youâre not satisfied, youâll come back with her the next day.
The store lady helps you put the dress on, her sweet smile never fading, even if itâs the tenth dress she helped you put on already. The pastel green silk fabric glides smoothly over your skin, hugging you in the right places as the lady zips it up. Your backâs facing the mirror, too afraid to look in it again and find another disappointing result.
âSweetheart, I think this is the one.â
The kind womanâs voice startles you, but her honest smile makes you believe her words. You inhale deeply, calming yourself before turning around. But instead of looking at your reflection, you walk outside the changing room and onto the lobby.
Every pair of eyes is on you the moment you step out, your arms wrap around your torso in an effort to shield yourself, and you can feel your cheeks being painted a bright red color. A few gasps are heard, and when you look around, the girls who helped you are all covering their mouths, eyes wide as they watch you cautiously strolling forward.
At the back of the store, itâs like time stops for Mingyu. Whatever he was doing, forgotten at the sight of you. He was unaware of how much your appearance could affect him. His eyes are trained on you, allured by your figure, scanning you up and down like a piece of art worth studying.
Buzz erupts all around you, mumbles and praises about your dress and how you look in it, but itâs all background noise for you. Mingyuâs heavy stare finds yours, and his ears turn a faint shade of pink. The subtlest smirk begins to form on his lips, spreading the warm feeling on your tummy all across your body. He canât seem to drive his eyes away from you, and you donât want him to. Your arms relax under his gaze, disarming the protective shield around you and drop to hang by your sides.
But, in a matter of seconds, the girls swarm around you, blocking all 360 degrees around you. Their positive opinions flood your ears as they walk you back to the dressing room, trying to convince you to choose this dress. You canât look back, but youâre sure all the groomsmen left together.
Doesnât matter. Youâre definitely getting this one.
After spending the whole day shopping together, it marvels you how these girls still want to spend time together. When they noticed all the boys left, they planned an impromptu girls' night at Oliviaâs apartment.
Itâs amazing how they can spend hours and hours talking with each other, a few drinks here and there, never running out of topics, entertaining you when youâre too tired to talk.
Your phone vibrates in your pocket, and you sit back on your side of the couch to read the new text.
Mingyu: hey, how are you?
Mingyu: sorry i couldnât stay today, they dragged me to a boys night
Everything that happened a few hours ago flashes through your mind, waking a giddy smile on your face as you reply.
You: why are you sorry?
You: the girls wanted to do a âboys freeâ night, weâre at Oliviaâs rn
Mingyu: i didnt want to leave before making sure you were okay
Oh.
You: im better now
You: it was fun helping the other girls, took my mind off of it
You: but thank you, you didnt have to worry
Mingyu: good to know :)
Mingyu: next time ill drive you home
You: drive me home? Will i sit on the bike's handlebar?
Mingyu: i was thinking more like a piggyback ride
You: hmm... ill have to think about it
You tune back to the conversation before anyone notices you not paying attention, having no idea what turns the topic has taken in the time you werenât listening.
âI think heâs definitely seeing someone.â
The girls divided into two groups with different conversations going on, but sitting in front of Cassie, you can only hear her side of the table. They might be talking about Tyler and their ârelationshipâ problems.
âI really donât think he is. He didnât use his plus one you know.â
A smile forms in your mouth when your phone vibrates in your hand once again.
Mingyu: can you believe the weddingâs so close already
You: times moving so fast
You: i cant believe its less than two weeks away
Mingyu: it feels like it was only yesterday that tom told me he was getting married
âBut today, he didnât seem at all interested, he was really out of it from the start.â
âMaybe seeing dresses all day is not his thing.â
âNo but like, I tried every move on him, and he didnât even bat an eye.â
Bits and pieces of the still going conversation manage to register on your mind, and you realize theyâre talking about Mingyu, unaware of your current chat with him.
You: is the boys only hang out getting boring? Its not very polite to be on the phone you know
Mingyu: theyre all playing games, havent looked my way in over 30 mins
Mingyu: besides i much rather talk with you
You: well i wont argue with that
Mingyu: you seem bored too
You: youâre definitely helping me get through the night
âMaybe heâs just not interested in you.â
Olivia teases Cassie, even though her comment is more than just a joke. But why is Cassie so adamant on wooing Mingyu if, according to Olivia, she really likes Tyler?
âIâll be the judge of that.â
Mingyu: you know what I just realized
Mingyu: I forgot the dance routine already
You: omg me too
You: we might have to meet to practice like you said
Mingyu: we can do it at my place
Mingyu: you up for it?
You: i should ask you that
You: your feet are going to suffer because of me
Mingyu: thatâs a risk im willing to take
Mingyu: but I gotta warn you, I take my practice very seriously
You: sure, you can carry me back to my apartment after we're done
Sitting on Mingyuâs couch, waiting for him to get back from the bathroom, youâre too tired to do anything else than looking around his living room. Itâs so him. The warm and neutral colors make everything feel cozy, with pictures of him and his family hanging on the walls â no ambiguously romantic photos with unfamiliar girls, and everything is so tidy, not one pillow out of place, even after practicing for over an hour. Out the window, you can see the sun starting to set, and the buildings across the street start lighting up. You recognize all of them.Â
All this time, heâs lived so close to you. His building barely a ten minute walk away from yours. You canât help but wonder, what wouldâve happened if you kept in touch, if you just walked two more minutes to the park he frequents, or sent him a follow request on Instagram the few times he popped up on your recommended. It comforts you that at least you have this chance to reconnect with him, to make things right.Â
But sounding confident over text is easy, and now, youâve only danced for the whole time youâve been here, barely even talked about anything else.Â
Itâs conflicting, the guilt of meeting with Mingyu behind everyoneâs back â even if itâs no oneâs business â, the excitement of seeing him alone after weeks of only wedding related stuff, and the actual need to practice the dance so you donât embarrass yourself, all colliding in your mind, making everything awkward for you.Â
Like ten thousand spectators, the windows of every apartment watch you through the glass, just sitting, waiting. Mingyu left only a couple of minutes ago, but after the many times you stepped on him, you wonder if heâs actually hurt.Â
âAre you okay? Tell me if I need to call a doctor for your feet!âÂ
You shout with your head looking towards the bathroom door. His chuckle travels all the way to your ears before he opens the door.Â
âIâm fine, I swear.âÂ
As he comes out, your body tingles with nervousness once again. He sits beside you on the couch, unknowingly making your head spin.Â
âYou sure? I donât think feet are supposed to withstand all of that.âÂ
âIâm okay, just tired, why donât we rest for a bit?âÂ
They way he sits, on his side, facing you, and his arm resting on the back of the couch, your eyes canât help but wander to where his arm muscles start showing. Every variation of the phrase âbutterflies in your stomach" could describe the way you feel as he watches you, paying so much attention that you mumble your next sentence.Â
âThis couch is way too comfortable. It makes me want to just stay here the rest of the day.âÂ
âLetâs do it! We can even have dinner here. If we order take out, we can tell them to leave it at the door.âÂ
âThat sounds nice, but one of us will have to go get it.âÂ
âWhen my roommate comes home, heâll bring it inside for us.âÂ
âOh my god, you have a roommate? When is he coming back? I donât want to be a bother.â You look towards the entry hallway, like heâs about to come in and kick you out.Â
You really donât want to leave, Mingyuâs company is already becoming one of your favorites, but you hadnât counted on being around another person, and in their home for that matter. You start to get up from where youâre sitting, worried about having overstayed your welcome, but Mingyuâs hand grabs yours softly and drags you back down.Â
âI invited you here. Itâs not like youâre trespassing.âÂ
âBut Iâve been here for hours, is it not too much?âÂ
âI guess I don't want you to leave.âÂ
His hand hasn't let go of yours, his skin against yours waking up your whole nervous system. You like how it feels when heâs looking at you, but you canât help feeling too observed under his gaze.Â
âShould we practice one more time?â You get up as your other hand takes Mingyuâs free one to try and get him off the couch too. He doesnât fight your push, but you still struggle to move him barely an inch.Â
âNow that I think about it, my feet do really hurt.âÂ
When he stands up, your hands dreadly separate as you go press play on the song you had paused earlier.Â
âYouâre a big and strong man, you can handle one more dance.âÂ
The music starts slowly, and when you turn around to go where Mingyuâs standing, heâs quick to put his hands around your waist and bring you to him.Â
Like that day in the dance class, your bodies are quickly coordinated. Youâve been over the same dance for over an hour now, so at this point, every step is engrained in your muscle memory forever.Â
âWhy donât you take the lead on this one?â He mightâve felt your sudden confidence in the moves, but fails to realize itâs only because youâre doing it with him.Â
âDo you have a death wish? The last time I tried to take the lead on a dance like this, it ended really badly.âÂ
âBut youâre doing good now! Iâm sure it couldnât have been that bad.âÂ
âDonât you remember the senior prom? When I made my date trip and he fell onto the chocolate fountain? He got completely covered in melted chocolate.â He shakes his head, making you more confused. âHe dislocated his shoulder. You really donât remember?Â
âI donât-â He chuckles at your story but stops his words when he realizes you donât get what he wants to say, âWe left early.âÂ
âOh⌠I guess you had a good time with your date.â Thinking about him with someone else puts a bad taste in your mouth.Â
âI didnât have a date, I went with the guys.â Somehow, thatâs less believable than you being a good dancer.Â
âI vaguely remember seeing you dance with a girl. Is my memory failing me?â You remember because you hated it.Â
âMaybe I did dance with someone, but I couldnât score a real date.âÂ
âYou canât be serious.âÂ
âI am! Why donât you believe me?Â
âBecause I knew at least ten girls who had a crush on you back then.âÂ
The dance is already forgotten. None of you make the effort to go over the moves. With your arms hanging around his neck and his hands holding on to your waist, youâre just going around in slow circles, eyes connected as your talk turns into something more.Â
âWell, I wasnât interested in them.âÂ
âBut still, you couldâve easily gotten a date.â You could let the subject go, and maybe you should, but you really want to make your point. âI wouldâve gone with you.âÂ
âDonât say things you donât mean.âÂ
âBut I mean it.âÂ
âYou wouldnât have gone with me.âÂ
âYou donât know that.âÂ
âYes I do!â His tone gets serious, and it just makes you more desperate to make him understand. He needs to know heâs wrong.Â
âNo, you donât! You would know if you had asked!âÂ
âI wanted to!Â
You stop in your tracks, looking straight into his eyes, seeing little hints of shock on his face as he realizes what he said. If your bodies were closer, youâre afraid he could feel that you stopped breathing for a second.Â
âWhy didnât you?âÂ
âBecause I knew at least ten guys who had crushes on you back then,â youâre about to shut him off, but he continues, âand you did end up going with one of them.âÂ
âSo, you did see me.âÂ
âYeah, didnât stay much after that."
None of you know what to say, as your minds work tirelessly to understand what this conversation means.Â
âYou really shouldâve asked me.â Thereâs so much more you want to say, but you simply canât.Â
âYou were kind of popular and, I donât know⌠It messed with my head.âÂ
âI didnât care about those stupid labels, and I thought you didnât either.âÂ
âI know you didnât, but I wasnât a confident kid back then, I couldnât just go up to the girl I liked and ask her out.âÂ
Your jaw reaches the floor after hearing those words. The girl he liked?Â
Speechless for a few seconds, you can only look at him, trying to figure out if he meant to say those words specifically. He seems to be proud of what he said, showing no sign of regret.Â
âSo, now that youâre all grown upâŚâ you dare to let your fingers caress the skin at the base of his neck, and his hands tighten around you at the touch.Â
âOne would think that, after so many years, things wouldâve changed but-âÂ
âI donât believe youâre not confident by now.âÂ
âThat did change, but apparently, other things didnât, even after growing up.âÂ
He tilts his head to the side cockily, his piercing gaze making you feel hot all over.Â
âMaybe some things arenât meant to change.â Like an adrenaline rush, itâs your turn to feel confident as one of your hands starts playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. âI'm starting to discover some things are not that different for me either.âÂ
âCould it be, perhaps, the same thing Iâm talking about?â His arms wrap around your waist, bringing you closer to him little by little.Â
âHmm, I donât know, youâre being very vague, I could be talking about still enjoying country music.â You joke so he doesnât notice your heart beating twice as hard as normal.Â
âI think you know what I mean.â His smirk is one new thing about him, not that youâve never seen it before, but the reason behind it makes it way more thrilling to see now.Â
âI want to hear you say it.âÂ
âYou really didnât know? I mean, back then, I always thought I made it obvious.â His chuckle sends shivers down your spine.Â
âI wish I did.â You canât help but think about how your life would be if you made a move on him all those years ago. âBut I never said anything either, I was shy too.âÂ
âGood thing we can make up for the time we lost.â
His droopy eyes send you down a spiral you have a hard time coming back from, all your insides becoming putty, feeling his want through his embrace, but thereâs still one more thing to get to.Â
âYou know⌠you say youâre so confident now and whatnot, but I still havenât heard you say it.â The look you give him is all he needsÂ
âFine, you win, I used to like you, and seeing you again made me realize I still kinda really do, Iâm always eager to get your attention and to spend time with you.â He pauses to take the quickest breath ever, all while youâre losing yours. âI know weâre not the same people as back then, but if you want to, we can get to know each other, again, more mature and less stupid. I have my regrets about how I handled my feelings in the past, but I wonât make the same mistakes again. And I will ask you on a date after the wedding, just a heads up.âÂ
âWow, I was fine with just an âI like youâ, but itâs nice to see youâre just as down bad for me as I am for you.â You confess with a joke because, how can you possibly answer that? Your brain is barely receiving enough oxygen as it is.Â
âAnd one last thing, I really, really, really, want to kiss you right now.âÂ
âThen why are you not doing it?âÂ
It takes a second for the words to register in his head. A second where you only look at each other, almost not believing whatâs happening. The air around you gets so thick, so hot, almost unbearably heavy. And just when your hands begin to push his head your way, his lips attack yours. Â
All the resurfacing feelings come to life, colliding like a thousand stars that have been running to meet for millions of years. His arms around you bring your body closer to his, forcing you on your tiptoes to follow his lead while his hair tangles between your fingers.Â
It's surprisingly slow, yet hungry and desperate, making the other feel everything through the connection of your lips. You move along with him naturally, and when he bites your lower lip as a request for access, you donât hesitate. His hands creep under your shirt just as his tongue dares to move past your lips, exploring your whole body to his liking.Â
Your chests flush together, leaving little to no space between your bodies, and you can do nothing but melt in his embrace. Your hands wander around his arms and back, touching and feeling every muscle they encounter on their way. When his hands travel down your lower back and reach your ass, you sigh on his lips and immediately feel his smirk against you.Â
A furious knock on the door makes you both jump and separate, leaving you looking at each other, breathless and with confused faces, until you hear a knock again, as strong as the first one. Thatâs when Mingyu decides to check his phone and sees it's his roommate, who had apparently forgotten his keys. Both a blessing and a curse.Â
âBro, what the hell? Iâve been calling you for about 15 minutes.â You hear the door opening, followed by a new, deep voice.Â
âI told you I had company.â Their voices echo through the hallway.Â
When they finally reach the living room where youâve been awkwardly trying to make yourself look presentable, the roommate's face morphs into something, a mix of surprise and realization. You rush to gather your stuff after muttering some variation of âhelloâ and 'goodbye' to him. Your heart still pumps twice as fast as normal, and you donât trust youâll be able to handle yourself if you stay for longer.Â
âIâll see you on the weekend?â Mingyu asks when youâve both reached the entry, his hand on the handle, hesitant to unlock the door.Â
You want to kiss him again so badly. His lips are parted, still swollen, calling to you to connect them with yours again.Â
âFind me when you crash the bachelorette party.â You make your best effort to sound confident and not at all dizzy because of him. Â
âYou know about that?âÂ
âThe bridesmaids know everything... Itâs only a surprise for Olivia.â You peck him goodbye, like a promise for more. And the feeling of his lips on yours lasts all night.
Itâs roughly around 1 am. when a high-pitched scream from Olivia announces to everyone at the bar that the bachelor party has officially arrived.Â
The effects from all the alcohol you consumed in the last 4 hours are just starting to fade, only a little buzz left. But that doesnât prevent you from seeing whatâs happening all the way across the room.Â
Mingyu standing with his hip resting on the barstool, listening to Cassie as she drunkenly asks him something. You want to stop looking, not wanting to let all your previous feelings resurface again, not after the recent development in your relationship with him. But just as soon as youâre about to turn your head the other way, Mingyu interrupts Cassieâs rumbling and tells her something, to which she doesnât respond, nods awkwardly, and just walks away, leaving him standing there.Â
Thatâs your signal to walk over to him.Â
âLooks like I found you first.âÂ
âDamn, I wanted to get you a drink first.âÂ
The music and the people drunkenly signing and shouting makes it hard for your voices to reach the other, and Mingyu takes the opportunity to take a step closer to you.Â
You stand against the bar as the room grows warmer and warmer the closer his body gets to yours. His height taunts you as he stands against the bar as well, forcing you to look up so you can see the smirk on his face. His fingers play with yours as the intensity of his stare increases. You donât care that youâre in public, that anyone from the wedding can see you two. Maybe you want them to.Â
âHowâs your night going?â His hair tickles the side of your face.Â
âIt was really fun, I might be growing fond of the girls." You donât remember much, just a vague memory of many different games you played to get drunk, and the feeling of being happy. âHow about yours? Donât tell me you went to a strip club or something like that.âÂ
âActually, we did a drunk escape room, didnât even know those existed until today.â
The closeness between you is getting more worrying by the second, mainly because if you hear his low chuckle next to your ear one more time, you might pass out.Â
âThat sounds horrible!â You chuckle away from his personal space, only to encounter his hungry eyes already looking at you.Â
âIt was fun, I wish you couldâve been there.â His honesty has a sultry tone to it that makes your lungs completely empty of air.Â
âIâm not sure we wouldâve made a good team.âÂ
âWhy? Youâre smart! Or at least you were back then.âÂ
âHey! I still am!âÂ
âI really have to get to know this new you.â
The pink and blue lights reflect on his face, giving him the most beautiful sparkles on his eyes, directed at you.Â
âItâs not that new, Iâm still very introverted, donât talk much when thereâs a lot of people around.âÂ
âI like that, youâre observant, good thing to be while in a escape room.âÂ
âWeâre still talking about that?âÂ
âMaybe, maybe not, I donât really care, I just wanted to spend time with you.âÂ
âAre you drunk?â You can only ask with a smile plastered on your face, but he shakes his head.Â
âYou kinda make me feel like Iâm a teenage boy again, I donât know how to explain it.âÂ
âI think I get it.â You place your hand on his chest, feeling the beating of his heart under it, even harder than the music blasting out of the speakers.Â
âYou know, back then, every time I had a free period, I would make my friends walk past whatever class you had, just to get to see you, at least for a second.â Out of everything heâs drunkenly confessing, this may be the one that surprises you the most because you really never realized he felt the same. He notices you freezing in place. âOnce they found out, I was relentlessly bullied by them.âÂ
âI sure hope it was worth it.â If the lighting was any better, he'd be able to see the cherry red covering your cheeks and ears.Â
âEvery second of it.â Everything around the two of you moves slower, like timeâs stopping only for the outside world, and the muffled background noises do nothing to pierce the bubble around you. âI really want to take you on a date, a real one.âÂ
âI would very much like that.âÂ
You can see the gears turning through Mingyuâs eyes, and you move your eyes down to his lips so he can take the hint. But nothing happens as someone else enters your little world.Â
Oliviaâs aware that somethingâs going on, her eyes switching back and forth between the two of you before she speaks.Â
âI need your help, Iâm sorry to interrupt, but Iâm getting worried about her.âÂ
âAbout who? What happened?â Mingyu stays behind you as you turn to Olivia, grabbing one of your hands, and his warmth gives you goosebumps.Â
âItâs Cassie, sheâs been sitting alone in the restroom for I donât know how long, she's way too drunk and I canât take care of her.â
You now realize sheâs slurring her words, meaning sheâs also too drunk and therefore canât take care of another drunk person, leaving you no choice but to go help Cassie. You look back at Mingyu, who encourages you to go, even if it takes a little too long for his hand to let go of yours.Â
The graffitied restroom provides you with a little more light than the rest of the place, and when you enter, you recognize Cassie sitting on the floor inside one of the stalls. Luckily thereâs no one guarding the bathrooms because if sheâs seen throwing up, it could potentially get you both kicked out.Â
You sit on the dirty floor beside her without saying a word, letting her know youâre here to help without giving her a headache. Her foreheadâs resting on top of her knees as she hugs her legs tightly. But after a minute or two of silence, you decide itâs best to check if sheâs at least awake.Â
âCassie? Are you okay?â Your hand on her shoulder makes her look up at you.Â
âI donât feel so good, I just want to sit down for a while.â She sounds tired, her husky voice giving away all the talking and singing sheâs been doing all night.Â
âDo you need anything? I can get you a cup of water.âÂ
âNo, please, just stay here a bit, I didnât want anyone to see me but I donât want to be alone.âÂ
âOk, Iâll stay, let me know if you need something, anything.âÂ
Time passes by, the music making it easier for you to not get bored. A few people enter the restroom from time to time, too drunk or too in a hurry to notice you both sitting down. Olivia passes by the door a few times, hovering, checking if everythingâs okay (and if youâre still in the same position as the previous time). You just smile and nod, letting her go back to her party time and time again. But at last, in one of her check-ins, she finally walks inside.Â
âHey, Mingyuâs looking for you!â Both you and Cassie look up at Olivia, but her eyes point at you. âWhat do I tell him?âÂ
You instinctively look to Cassie by your side, and her expression falls.Â
âDonât, donât go with him.â She finds the strength to plead to you, but she seems more worried than anything.Â
âWhy? Did he do something? Is that why youâre hiding here?â Olivia asks, and you realize she didnât leave after you didnât answer her.Â
âNo, no, I mean, yes Iâm hiding from him, but he didn't do anything, it was me, I embarrassed myself.âÂ
âWhy are you telling me not to go with him then?âÂ
âDo you like him?âÂ
âI-â Wow, blunt question out of the blue.Â
âYou can be honest, itâs fine.âÂ
âYeah, I do, I like him.â
Telling them, her, the truth feels kind of freeing. Finally admitting in front of them that you like someone, after not being able to for so many years, itâs like you can finally breathe.Â
âThen, for your own good, donât go with him, heâs seeing someone.âÂ
âWhat? How do you know?â That freedom lasts barely seconds before a new weight falls right on top of your lungs.Â
âHe told me, when the guys got here, he said that heâs been after a girl for years and they recently started going out.âÂ
âAre you sure? Did he use those words?âÂ
âIâm not saying it verbatim, I donât remember it exactly word for word, but thatâs what he meant.âÂ
Could he possibly be talking about you? How recent is ârecentlyâ supposed to mean? You havenât even started officially dating. Is confessing your feelings considered the start of dating? Is it supposed to be this confusing? Are you going to believe her? Not that Cassieâs a liar, but you donât know the context nor the exact words he used, and she doesnât know what happened between you and him either.Â
âShould I go tell him something?â Olivia's already standing up, your silence not helping the situation.Â
âJust-" You donât want to push him away, but itâs not the time to resolve this. The whole thing is too confusing to be making desperate decisions at this hour of the night, âTell him to go have fun with the guys, Iâm getting Cassie home.âÂ
The loudest alarm you couldâve ever set up wakes you up with a jump. Your head hurts like your inside out emotions are building houses inside your skull. But the memories still hit you as soon as your eyelids burst open. Some decisions were definitely made the night before. Wrong ones? Thatâs to be seen today.
And thanks to the gods and Oliviaâs always late waking family, youâre not supposed to be at the venue until 11 am. Only bad news, Itâs on a luxury complex outside the city. You have time for a real breakfast and a shower, but all the thinking and feeling will have to wait.
You unlock your phone to find the last text conversation open and the messages you barely remember sending stare at you through the dim screen.
Mingyu: you left so suddenly
Mingyu: everything ok?
You: yeah
You: had to take Cass to her place, she wasnât feeling well
Mingyu: thatâs too bad, hope she feels better
Mingyu: you just got home?
You: yep, about to go to bed
Mingyu: great, just checking before i head to sleep
Mingyu: sleep well, big day tomorrow
Admittedly, you were a little dry. Cassieâs words were still lingering on your mind, making you doubt everything. One side of your brain telling you that he was probably talking about you, he explained what he felt and what he wanted and sounded sure and truthful. But, the other part of your brain, the still self-conscious and self-doubting side, also makes valid points. The void years in between your relationship werenât mentioned in his confession, and you technically arenât dating. He hasnât even asked you out yet! Itâs too conflicting. But you know you have to face both of them today. After the ceremony.
The taxi ride to the venue is not only long but full of traffic. The sun shining bright directly to your face, the light humming of the driver to the songs of the radio and the occasional car horn on the distance, somehow make it bearable, with all the thoughts about the previous night, switching sides between the he said she said, itâs nice to have something constant while your minds goes on a rollercoaster.
A rollercoaster that doesnât stop even when you arrive. As soon as you step foot outside the car, Oliviaâs mom rushes you upstairs to where the make-up artists set up. Thereâs no time to admire the beautiful countryside venue. You walk past the door to where the ceremonyâs going to be held later, but rush up the stairs without even looking. The green dress already waiting for you at the door, an infinite echo of voices and even more people running around make the atmosphere feel dizzying.
Nothing slows down for even a second. Even when youâre sitting down having your make-up done, around you thereâs only people rushing to do everything, stressing about the little details, people running into the room to tell Olivia or her mom about decorations, the wedding planner coming in and out constantly, checking everythingâs in order. Itâs kind of beautiful how all this mess has the sole purpose of making today the best day for the couple. Even if it doesnât look like it, no one will remember the dress that wasnât properly ironed, or the string of hair that had too much hairspray on it, or the too slippery shoes that made it a chore to walk on the tiled floor.
So much chaos happens between the hair and make-up, and then with the photoshoots, you donât have time to talk to Mingyu. Your eyes would cross from time to time, but those milliseconds of him in a suit glaring at you from across the room are enough, and thereâs so much of that you can take before an internal chain reaction begins.
The walk downstairs, after all the make-up retouches and fixes to any rebellious stray hair that didnât want to stay in place, feels like the first calm and slow moment of the day. As the steps get closer and closer to the bottom floor, the red carpet muffling the clicking of your shoes, your insides feel fire-like when you see Mingyu waiting for you by the final step, an unknowing smile on his face. His eyes drill holes on your figure, scanning you up and down shamelessly.
âYou chose this one, I like it.â He whispers by your ear as you walk to the door, where every pair is already waiting. A little smile shows on your face, but it fades when your eyes encounter Cassieâs, watching the two of you with a frown so little you only notice because she immediately relaxes her face.
The music starts before you can say anything to Mingyu, and one by one, each of the bridesmaids start walking down the aisle, arms linked with the groomsmen, gracefully walking forward as the eyes of every guest fall on them. Your arm tangled with his is the first touch you share since many days ago, and even with all the conflict making your mind a blur, your heart speeds up at the feeling of his muscles.
Nothing seems slow anymore, and the ceremony almost goes by without noticing. There isnât one second where you donât feel Mingyuâs eyes on you, making it impossible to focus â or pretend to focus â on what the priest is saying.
The moment your brain reconnects with your ears, Thomas delivers the most beautiful vows youâve ever heard. You met the guy only once, never even spoken to him, but the way he speaks so fondly about Olivia makes your heart clutch in your chest, and your throat tries to fight it, but you end up bursting with tears. But youâre not the only one with a cascade of dramatic tears falling with seemingly no end. As the room fills with applause and even some whistles at the first kiss between the officially married couple, you see some people with tissues, quietly blowing their nose.
But the never-ending rush in time continues, everyone sprinting to sit at their tables for the reception. The last retouches of make-up get done quickly. The girls gossip to kill the time before the dance, because for them itâs moving so slowly, but in the blink of an eye, youâre going out the door once again, just as Cassie taps on your shoulder. You turn to her, expecting her to be angry, or at least to start speaking, but it looks like sheâs still figuring out what to say.
âThank you, for taking care of me last night, Iâm sure you wouldâve preferred to enjoy the party.â
âI wasnât going to leave you alone, itâs fine, you donât have to thank me. Are you feeling better?â
âYeah, I am! But actually, I wanted to apologize.â Your head spins, dizzy from the world suddenly stopping hearing her words. âI didnât know there was something going on between you two.â
âThereâs not- I mean, not much happened, I didnât want to cause a fuzz over it.â
âBut you shouldâve told me you liked him, at least! If I knew about it, I wouldnât have gone after him.â You see in her eyes nothing but honesty. âI know weâre not as close as before, but these are the things we need to tell each other. Itâs the girl code.â
âI donât really know why I didnât, I know I shouldâve, I didnât know how.â Youâve now started to go downstairs to the reception, already the time to dance in pairs.
âLook, itâs okay if youâre not comfortable telling me this, but did something happen? Was he talking about you last night?â
Youâve reached where everyone is waiting, and youâre too embarrassed to look up and possibly find Mingyu standing there, leg-melting and breathtaking.
âI thought about it but I donât know, maybe?â
Back at the reception, the music starts, signaling the newlyweds are about to begin their first dance, meaning in no time youâll have to step in and dance around them.
âIâm going to ask you three questions and you just have to answer yes or no. There's no need for explanation, okay?â
âOâŚKay?â
âSo, you two knew each other in school, did you like him?â You nod shyly, not looking in her eyes, embarrassed to be talking about this so openly, âDid he like you?â You nod again, âAnd did something happen recently that would indicate that he would like to date you in the near future?â
You give her a final nod and finally look up at her. She sighs, taking your hand and squeezing it to make you pay attention.
âThen he meant you dummy! Go, talk to him. Heâs been staring at you all day like a lost puppy.â
When you dare to look his way, where you just knew he was standing, heâs looking at you, a little smirk on his lips and subtly motioning he's ready to take your hand. You didnât notice it was already time, and everyone around you stands in their position.
The pairs start entering one by one, and your smile trembles, feeling the eyes of every guest on you. Your fingers barely graze his, but they feel raw, like you can feel every particle of his hand below yours. The electric fire emerging from where your skin connects with his runs through your veins in record time.
But as soon as the music starts and Mingyu turns you so youâre looking at him, everything is forgotten. The steps come easily, his eyes calm but observing, his hand on your waist guiding you as he did every time you practiced.
âYouâve been avoiding me.â He whispers, not wanting to disrupt the moment, but knowing itâs the only time youâll get alone.
âI swear I didnât mean to.â
You panic. There was so much to do and so few words you could come up with to say to him that maybe you unconsciously avoided him by locking yourself up in the make-up room.
âDid I do something wrong?â He doesnât sound hurt, but rather just plain curious, eager to work this out between you two.
âNo! it was just a misunderstanding,â he waits for you to continue, but the part of your brain that makes sense starts crumbling, making it impossible to form a coherent argument, âI- can I ask you something? It might sound stupid, Iâm warning you.â
âGo ahead.â He chuckles, his feet continuing to dance while you've already forgotten about it. One of your hands stays on his shoulder, while the other is being held by him, still in the air by your sides, reaching the height of your shoulders.
âYouâre not dating anyone, are you?â
He doesnât let the silence even come close to the two of you, chuckling quietly so youâre the only one who can hear it.
âIâm not, hard to believe I know, but Iâm painfully single.â
âGreat, I just wanted to make sure.â
âI remember telling you I want to take you on a date.â
âY-yeah, of course I remember that too."
The pit of your stomach lights up at the remainder of that afternoon in his home, your bodies as close as they are at this moment.
âThen what made you think that?â
âYou just, you said to Cassie last night that you started seeing someone recently and, I donât know, we didnât technically start dating, so I panicked.â Saying it out loud to him, it sounds ridiculous, but if he thinks that, he doesnât show it.
âOh that, yeah, I mightâve gotten ahead of myself, but hey, think of it as manifesting.â Heâs so charming that you donât care that heâs making no sense.
âNext time, donât tell a drunk girl whoâs flirting with you the wrong information. She might spread it around.â
The synchronized chuckle you let out makes you pay attention to the forgotten situation. Youâre dancing and havenât tripped once, like your muscles got a life of their own and remembered every single step. And you suddenly realize how close your body is to Mingyuâs. One hand down the small of your back, pressing just enough to hold you in his personal space, his face close enough that you could concentrate on his breathing and feel the light exhales on your face.
When the music ends, the applause makes you look around, and your cheeks feel warm immediately, noticing all the eyes on every one of you. But the attention is short-lived, as you and Mingyu walk quickly to your table so the couple can do the welcome toasts. You don't miss how he slides your chair closer to his before you sit down.
Sitting by your side, Mingyuâs body and yours are connected by an electric current, drawing you closer. His knee stays glued to yours, and the cut on the side of your dress allows your bare skin to brush against the fabric of his pants. A conversation takes place between everyone at the table, one of the guys telling a story about something funny that happened with Tom back in high-school, but itâs hard to pay any real attention when Mingyuâs fingers start tracing circles on your knee. Heâs not even doing to be a tease. It seems like itâs a habit of his, one that youâre just discovering. You donât stop your fingers from playing with his, and a subtle smirk forms on his lips at your action.
Itâs not like youâre doing anything too flashy or indecent, but you do your best to mask your reactions to his touches, to try and keep the people of the table unaware of the not so innocent things going on under the fancy tablecloth. He only notices your changes because heâs paying attention to you. The way your chest rises just a tad bit more when his hand goes a little over your knee, or how you drink from your cold glass of water when he presses on the skin of your inner thigh, but when heâs about to move his hand off of you, you put yours on his to keep it in place. You also notice things throughout the night, for example, that Mingyu isnât drinking a lot, restricting to one glass of champagne per serving. You do the same, wanting to remember this night in the future.
Mingyu stands up when the dancefloor opens again, turning down an offer to go to the bar for something stronger than sparkling wine. Instead, he reaches for your hand, silently inviting you to dance with him, to which you agree, with a smile and avoiding his eyes. Following behind him, he doesnât let go of your hand, even when youâve reached the spot he wanted. People join you on the dancefloor, drunkenly vibing to the dj set, surrounding you, and blocking you from anyone you know. Itâs feels almost private. Whatever song is playing on the speakers, it doesnât prevent you from following your own rhythm in your own world. Your arms wrap around Mingyuâs neck, and both of his hands hold your waist, mirroring the evening at his place.
âSo, tell me, what other embarrassing things did you do when you liked me?â
He throws his head back in embarrassment, sighing with a smile before daring to look at you again. His ears turn a light shade of pink, and you swear you can feel his heartbeat between your bodies.
âI really told you that, did I? I was hoping you wouldn't remember.â
âNope, I remember it very vividly actually.â
âLetâs leave the embarrassing stories for the future, I wasnât in my best condition last night.â
âYouâre making me too curious now, but how drunk did you get last night?â
âHonestly, I was just nervous about seeing you and about tonight.â He might be confessing another embarrassing thing, but behind his truthful tone, thereâs something you canât quite decipher.
âWhatâs there to be nervous about tonight?â
Your heels allow you to be in his line of sight, and your chests are too close. If you inhaled deeply, youâd be able to feel him on you. He takes advantage of your new height and forces your attention to go to his lips, smirking shamelessly as he thinks his next words.
âDid I tell you how pretty you look today?"
One hand comes close to your face, removes a strand of hair from blocking your view, and tucks it behind your ear.
âOh, shut up.â
You canât even think of a snarky response, your brain melting and showing just how much he affects you. Goosebumps spread all across your arms and back at the feel of his hand caressing your skin.
âI canât, itâs all Iâve thinking about all day, you, this dress, and you in this dress.â
You instinctively hide your face on the crook of his neck, his cologne invading your senses. Itâs hard to think of words when heâs looking at you like he wants to eat you whole.
âI got it because of you. Do you really like it?â
Not that you need any confirmation, since heâs told you twice already, but it wouldnât hurt to hear it from him one more time. Your reveal makes his smirking lips graze your ear, sending shivers down your spine, and his voice drops an octave to answer.
âI love the dress, but Iâll love it more once I get it off you.â
âI hate you.â
You barely manage to say, your chest rising but breathless at the same time. Your bodyâs automatic reaction is to push him away, and your hands go straight to his chest to try, but of course itâs pointless. His hands catch yours, not letting you leave his personal space. He taunts you by spinning you around, and once you do a full twirl, he grabs you by the waist again and brings your body to his.
âYou have no idea how hard it was for me that day when you stepped out, wearing this.â He gets closer to your ear with every word. You hate it and love it. For one, you can hide from his teasing eyes and blush in peace, but on the other hand, you are cheek to cheek with him, his breath fanning lightly on your side, and you can feel heâs still smirking. âYouâre lucky there were other people in the room.â
A breath catches in your throat, and you swallow hard. You thank all the gods there are out there for being surrounded by drunk people. Because to anyone on their senses, your reaction to Mingyu's words would be too obvious.
âI really hate you right now.â
Itâs getting harder and harder to ignore the heat growing at the pit of your stomach.
âYou donât.â
âI do.â
âI think itâs quite the opposite actually.â
How are you supposed to play hard to get when his hands hold you like he wants to keep you forever?
âYou think you know everything.â
You catch your voice about to tremble when his free hand starts going down the side of your arm, from your shoulder down until your hand, and interlocks his fingers with yours.
âIf you hate me then, I canât tell you the secret Iâve been keeping all night.â
âHave you been secretly writing an article about how to break someoneâs heart in 10 days?â
âI love that movie, but it has been well over 10 days, I couldnât make the deadline.â
âRom-com connoisseur, noted.â You jokingly nod, but not forgetting whatâs important. âNow tell me.â
âSo, you know how they told us there were rooms available for anyone that couldn't drive home?â You nod, too enthusiastically. âI may or may not have booked one for tonight, and if you want to, thereâs space for one more, we donât have to do anything if you donât want toâŚâ He keeps talking, something about you watching him do something, but you get lost in the way his lips move as he talks, so pink and fast and hypnotizing.
âIsnât it rude to just leave?â
The question leaves your mouth more to tease him than anything else. You want to be alone with him so badly, feel his body all over yours, his hands everywhere he can reach, ripping this godforsaken dress off you.
Before the last food serving rolls out and everyone scatters to go back to their seat, you sneak out of the reception, but the drunk bodies are not making it easy. Mingyu leads the way with you grabbing his hand and walking behind him. You donât know if you couldâve managed another teasing touching session under the table.
You take a left turn into the hallway just at the same time as one of Olivia's drunk uncles, a stranger to the both of you, whoâs half asleep using the wall to steady himself as he walks. The music echoes through the walls, and you can only look at each other, half about to burst out laughing and half needing to take the others clothes off, as you walk as nonchalantly as possible past the man trying his best to open his door.
Giggling like teenagers, you finally reach your room at the end of the hallway, but the second you enter, the atmosphere changes. Standing by the closed door, shoes off, panting, and frozen in place, you only look at each other. Your breaths regulate, and your smiles slowly fade off your expressions as the realization hits. Itâs real. Heâs here, and youâre here, in a room just for the two of you. His eyes are bound to your parted lips, but you wouldnât know, as yours are also unable to leave his.
Like magnets, brutally drawn to each other, your lips finally reconnect in a hungry, desperate kiss. After learning how sweet he tastes, how his lips glide over yours so easily, how he wraps his arms around you to keep you close to him, there was only so much time you could spend in abstinence.
No words needed, the want translating in the way your hands push him against you, his hands traveling across your back, touching and groping everywhere he can reach. After the long day testing your patience, neither of you can slow down.
His fang claws at your bottom lip, making you whimper against him. He drinks in any sound you make, his arms bringing your body impossibly closer to his, almost making you one. No one is in control, both of you just touching and grabbing anywhere you can, desperate for more.
Your mouths reluctantly separate as Mingyu starts leaving a trail of kisses down your neck and biting lightly on your sensitive skin, making you gasp. You can only thread your fingers on his hair, encouraging him to leave any marks he wishes to.
âIs this okay?â
His raspy voice travels to your ears, and you donât trust yourself to not make unholy noises if you open your mouth to answer. But just as youâre humming, he digs his teeth just above your clavicle, turning your hum into a moan.
He slowly slides the straps of your dress down your shoulders, his fingers teasing your skin on the way down. His hand travels across your chest, only the silky green fabric in between your fiery skin and his teasing fingers. They go over your pointy hard nipples, feeling everything on its way, but not letting it stay anywhere for more than a second.
âAre you going to take it off?â
Your breathlessness makes him chuckle, smug and cocky as ever.
âRushed?â
âVery. Youâre the one that put the thought in my head, now take care of it!â His hands sneak up your back, playing with the zipper of your dress.
âDonât act so innocent.â His tone goes straight to your core. The fabric around you loosens up as his hand runs down your spine, but he stops before it gets too loose to slip down. âYou think I didnât see the way you looked at me all day? Youâre not slick.â
He takes a step back to take off his suit jacket, absentmindedly throwing it to the side without breaking eye contact. But you don't let yourself get shy.
âWho said I was trying to hide it?â
Your hands run from his shoulders to his chest, unbuttoning his shirt one by one as his breathing speeds up. The warmth of his body envelops your hands, your fingers barely grazing the skin above his pants, and his muscles tense at your touch before you slip his shirt off.
âNow whoâs the one teasing?â
Pulling on the red tie around his neck, he swallows hard as you bring his head closer to yours, so close you unconsciously flutter your eyes closed. His bare chest rises against yours as you undo his tie slowly. You could tilt your chin up and break the tension once more, but something in you wants to keep teasing him.
A step back is all you need to have his lips chase you, and he opens his eyes, droopy and confused, to find you slipping your dress off. His stare turns surprised and hungry as you reveal yourself for him, but his body stays frozen in place.
âIâm supposed to do that.â
Itâs your time to chuckle now, taking a step forward again. His hands slot on your waist instinctively, traveling to your stomach, enjoying the feeling of your soft skin against his hands.
âYouâll get to do it next time.â The sentence is almost left unfinished, a breath getting caught in your throat when his hands dare go up your chest. But theyâre gone in a heartbeat, as they reach your face and tilt it so you can properly look at him.
âAre you sure you want to do this?â No teasing tone on his voice.
âIâm literally naked in front of you.â Your hands go back up to his neck, pushing his head slightly down, reaching a hypnotic closeness. âI want this, I want you Mingyu.â
Confirmation is all he needed to let loose, to let the want take over his body and soul. He connects your lips with force, and wastes no time. With his hands on your ass and his tongue working its way inside your mouth, he stumbles backwards until you both fall on the bed.
With you on top of Mingyu, your hands make their way across his chest, his golden skin glistening due to the sweat. You can feel his hard muscles tense under your touch, making him sigh on your mouth when you find his sensitive spots. His hands move to your hips and push you down on him, making you both moan un unison because of the first friction between your cores.
His growing hard grinds deliciously against you. Even with his pants still between you, you can feel how big he is, and the wet patch on your panties grows by the second. Your lips are still smashed together, a mess of saliva allowing your lips you glide faster and hungrier on his, your tongues becoming one, not wanting to separate ever again.
Your hands find their way down his abdomen, reaching where his pants hang on his hips. The absence of a belt makes it easier for you to unbutton them, and he takes the off expertly, all without ever taking his hands off you.
The second your hand sneaks under his underwear, he groans under you, disconnecting your mouths to take a look at you.
âIs it embarrassing to be already close?â His blood red lips are parted, breathing out his confession, and you almost moan, clenching around nothing because of the sight, or his confession, or maybe the whimper he fights when you wrap your hand around him.
âYouâre so big, fuck.â You sigh, and the side of his mouth quirks up, but slowly disappears as you start sliding your hand down, smearing the precum on his length.
âIâm not gonna hurt you.â
His eyes have a mix of concern and lust on them, and your body doesnât know how to react, your stomach flips, your hands tremble, and your underwear grows wetter.
âI know you wonât.â
You climb down on him, your eyesight reaching where his boxers begin to tent. His gaze follows you, like he canât believe the reality of whatâs happening. You take off the last piece of clothing left on his body, and his dick springs free, standing proud and angry red in front of your eyes. The throb on your throat makes you move forward, wrapping your lips around his leaking tip.
âWait. Donât.â You look up at him but heâs facing the ceiling, ears red and eyes closed. âI canât.â
âI havenât done anything.â You play innocent, and a smirk appears on your face when he finally looks at you, resting on his elbows.
âExactly, thatâs why I canât, I need to have a little bit of pride left.â
âWhat do you suggest we do?â You slowly climb up on him again, his hands moving to your hips like they got a life of their own. One hand on his chest and one hand on his jaw, you kiss him softly, and he melts at your touch.
A soft moan is heard, could be from him, could be from you, but your mind is too clouded to care when he rolls his hips against yours, following the pace of your lazy kiss. A rush of arousal takes over your body when he presses you harder against him, his length sliding perfectly with your core, your wetness making it easier to reach every point that makes you gasp.
âI want,â his lips stop working on yours, but his arms keep you from separating. You feel his every breath, every gasp at the friction, and his lips graze yours when he speaks, âI want to taste you.â
âFuck.â He might just be able to feel the new rush of wetness dampening your panties further and smearing around his hard below you. His hands push your hips up his body. He told you what he wants, and heâs showing you exactly how he wants it. âAre you sure? I donât want to crush your skull.â
âI wouldnât mind that, at least Iâd die happy.â
âWell, I canât argue with that if you want it.â
The chuckle he lets out reverberates from his chest up through your whole body. Thereâs not much you can do besides complying with his wants, especially with the way your bodyâs reacting to the sole idea of it and the way heâs moving you to where he wants.
His hands sneak under the strings of your underwear, and as you climb higher and higher, he removes them easily, leaving you bare on top of him.
âYouâre so wet, shit.â Your pussy pulsates just above his face. You canât see his reaction, but you for sure can hear it, âI wouldâve done this sooner if I knew this was waiting for me.â
From your point of view, his whole face is covered, by you, on top of him, only his messy hair laying on the mattress can be seen. A view thatâs dizzying and hypnotic at the same time, and you canât think of any answer to give him. His breath on your wet core makes you shiver, but youâre afraid to sit down, afraid youâll hurt him.
Mingyu senses your hesitation and gives you no more time to doubt. His head rises until his tongue meets your folds, flattening on you, desperate to make you feel good. The sudden stimulation makes your legs tremble, and you would've fell on his face if it wasnât from his hands still holding your hips.
He starts making out with your cunt, moaning and groaning against it like this is also pleasurable for him. His tongue finds every place that makes you gasp, moan and whimper, and with every lap at your folds, a nasty wet sound accompanies it.
A shaky moan escapes out of you when he envelops your clit with his lips and sucks lightly, making you grab the headboard so you donât fall on him.
You mustâve fully sit on his mouth in your search for support, because he moans louder against your pussy, and you can feel everything. His lips and tongue working to drink every drop of arousal that leaves you, discovering every sensitive spot you didnât know about.
The tip of his nose bumps your clit just as his tongue finds its way inside your pulsing hole, and you instinctively move your hand down to pull at his hair. The action encourages him to go faster, harder, and when you grind on his face and he groans like heâs enjoying it, you let go.
Riding him, chasing your high, youâre using his tongue for your own pleasure. Your hand on his hair tightens, and you lose the little control you had of your throat. But the unfiltered sounds you make just push him harder. Every one of your senses is clouded. The wet sounds, the way he moans against you, his tongue already knowing where to go to make you squirm, everything culminates without warning.
You cum on his tongue faster than you have ever before. Your thighs tremble at either side of his head, and you realize youâre crushing him between them. But he doesn't let you get up. His tongue continues to work on you,
He cleans you up, drinking every last drop of arousal smeared on your skin. You spasm over him every time he ânot so accidentallyâ flicks your clit with the tip of his tongue, starting to get you overstimulated.
You use the strength you have left to push his head back, and take advantage of his surprise to plop down on his side, your back on the mattress and your pussy finally away of his eager mouth.
âAre you okay?â
From the corner of your eye, while you try to recover, you see Mingyu doing his best to clean the lower side of his face.
âYeah, fuck, that was a lot.â You manage to say in between breaths. âI need a second.â
âIf youâre too tired, we can st- fuck.â
You donât give time to overthink, quickly getting on top of him again, your swollen dripping cunt right on top of his still hard cock.
âSecond's over.â Only a little smirk is the warning he gets before youâre grinding on top of him again. All of your juices mix as you slowly ride back and forth, his length sliding between your wet folds deliciously. âIâm clean, and on the pill, are you?â
âOn the pill? Unfortunately not.â How he manages to make you laugh even on your horniest moments will forever remain a mystery. âBut Iâm clean, Iâve never had sex without a condom before.â
âMe neither. I guess this will be a new experience for the both of us.â The sole thought of it makes his dick twitch under you.
âAre you sure?â His hand cups the side of your face, and his eyes look at you with such care that you could melt in an instant.
âYes, I donât want to wait anymore. Weâve waited long enough.â That seems to relax him, his hands beginning to roam freely across your torso.
Sliding forward makes the veins of his cock drag along every sensitive spot and you both moan before his tip finally prods at your entrance. A loud hiss comes out of him as you align yourself with his length and push his tip in.
But before you can go any further, he wraps his arms around your waist and turns you around so your back is against the mattress. You gasp at the sudden change, and when he starts slowly sinking into you, filling every possible space inside you, you lose your breath.
His cock being covered by your fluids makes it easier, and when he finally bottoms out, so deep you feel him everywhere, you hear him trying to muffle a moan. Your gummy walls clamp around him, trying to get used to his size. The twitch of his length feels stronger while inside you, and you know heâs trying to resist the urge to pound into you.
âMove, please, I need you.â Your pathetic whimper triggers another smirk out of him, and as he moves down to give you a soft kiss, his eyes darken.
âWhatever my girl wants.â
The slow drag of his cock as he starts sliding it out almost make you delirious, but before his tip slips out, he snaps his full length right back in, making your body jolt upwards. You can't speak properly, a curse you canât even hear leaves your mouth before he repeats the action, again and again.
âSo deep, Mingyu, fuck.â The brutal pace he sets has him abusing every single sensitive spot inside you, even the ones you didnât know about, hitting relentlessly where it makes you scream, and youâre seeing stars.
âYou donât say my name often,â his voice is raspy and deep, almost mirroring the way his cock pistons inside of you, âI like how it sounds coming out of you."
Your palms are against the headboard and youâre sure the bed hitting against the wall can be heard from other rooms, but when one of his hands sneak between your bodies and starts circling your clit, you stop caring all along.
The grinding of your hips matches his rhythm, accentuating everything as he drives you closer and closer. With his face just above yours, you can only look him in the eyes and let him watch your face contort in pleasure feeling every vein of his cock dragging inside of you. With any other person, you would be self-conscious, but as he finds that spot inside you that makes you squirm, you forget the world around you and focus on grabbing his strong arms for support.
His teeth find your neck again, biting and kissing on your soft skin, pushing you closer and closer to the edge, and he doesnât stop drilling his hips into you. Somehow, you feel him deeper with every thrust, and the only thing you can do is claw your nails on his arms and back, encouraging him more and more.
âYouâre so tight, shit.â His hips stutter when you clench hearing his voice. âTell me youâre close, please, fuck, I donât now how long I got."
âYes! Yes, donât stop.â You tighten impossibly harder around him when you feel him pinch one of your nipples. Heâs literally everywhere, stimulating every spot to tip you over the edge.
Your arms and legs cage his body so close to yours that he has trouble keeping up with his pace, but that doesn't stop him from pounding hard. The sound of skin your skin hitting against his and his groans are like music to your ears.
It's when his thumb teases your clit again that you finally snap.
You tremble around him, moaning uncontrollably as he keeps pounding into you, prolonging your orgasm as he pleases and chasing his own. But heâs far gone too. Your sweet moans in his ear and your walls clenching around him so perfectly are enough to have him spilling inside you.
Sleepiness is about to get you when you feel him sliding out you and plopping by your side. Naturally, one of his arms slots under you as your head rests on the crook of his neck.
Thereâs silence while you both catch your breaths, his hand softly drawing circles on your back and yours on his chest. As reality sinks in, giddiness fills your entire body, and you canât contain the smile growing against his golden skin.
âDid you do any embarrassing things back then?â The sudden interrogation makes your cheeks turn red.
âIâm guessing thereâs no way out of this, right?â You avoid looking up at him to not make your shyness obvious, and you feel him shake his head as an answer. âFine⌠you know⌠your fangs?â
âMy fangs?!â Amusement and surprise mix on his voice.
âFuck this is so embarrassing.â Youâre caged between his arms but you manage to cover your face with your hands.
âYou liked my fangs?â
âI still do, but yeah, I would just draw little fangs everywhere, I guess no one ever noticed because they looked more like vampâ"
âWould you like to have dinner with me tomorrow?â He luckily interrupts your embarrassing rant with his pending question.
âAlready? You want to see me again that badly?â You feel the chuckle on his chest before you hear it, and at that moment, itâs the best sound youâve ever heard.
âI plan on taking you on dates at least three times a week. Youâre never getting rid of me now.â He embraces you in his arms, chests flushed together, and when you tilt your head up, heâs already looking at you, expectant for your answer. âSo, what do you say?â
âYes, I would love to have dinner with you tomorrow.â The smile he gives you might be the most blinding smile youâve ever seen. âBut just so you know, I do not have sex on first dates.â
thank you so much for readingâĽâĽ sorry this took so long to finish
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KINKS THAT THEY PROBABLY HAVE ๨ৠâ・Ë. ,, ěľěšě˛ | ęšëŻźęˇ | ě ěě°
đˇď¸ â・Ë. mdni! 18+, this is purely fictional and does not depict the people in real life, dollification, overstim, cockwarming
đď¸ â・Ë. the nastiest holy trinity ;), btw itâs not really well proof-read like the other fics so if i make any grammar mistakes please ignore <3
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DOLLIFICATION + BREEDING â・Ë. SEUNGCHEOL
Omg just donât get me started with this one,, remember how cheol likes to dress up kkuma, putting up all the cute princessy accessories on her? Oh boy,, heâs most probably wanna do the same to his s/o â buying them the most innocent looking frilly dresses coupled with those cute ribbon shaped pins just to absolutely ruin the fuck out of them. Like just imagine him pounding up your tight hole in that dress, watching it get absolutely soaked by loads and loads of his cum seeping out of your ruined cunt after. âFuck princess, you like that huh? Acting all pretty and innocent when all youâre made for is just to take my loadâ and youâll be too fucked out to even verbally answer as he grabs both sides of your waist and practically drill into your pussy with his huge cock.
OVERSTIMULATION + LOTS OF CUM â・Ë. MINGYU
Nahhh,, his muscular biceps and long hours spent at the gym is all for show, really. Heâs just a big boy who wants his cock ruined and milked dry till the point heâs seeing absolute stars. Can you imagine running the pocket pussy up and down his veiny cock for hours and hours until his entire stomach and thighs are absolutely glistening with his cum? But he doesnât want it to stop. Ever. âNnngghâŚahhhâŚ.f-fuck! No! N-not thereâŚgonna cum again!â His pathetic pleas and whines always fall onto death ears because really,, you know he doesnât want it to end. Heâll keep going at it until the ring of white cum around the base of his cock is absolutely thick to the point where the pocket pussyâs all coated. Heâs also the type to just absolutely love messy sex, marking his cum everywhere, not caring about the consequences because heâll clean it up anyways
COCKWARMING â・Ë. WONWOO
As for wonwoo, boyâs a homebody, a game boy. Heâs always glued to his PC 24/7 whenever heâs home. But one thing for sure is he certainly loves the idea of his s/o sitting on his lap on his gaming chair, his grey sweatpants hastily pulled down to his thighs because he was simply too impatient to pull them off completely, with his cock fully buried in his s/o. And when i mean fully buried, i mean fully buried as in the base of his cock touches his s/oâs ass. But of course, after a short while, he might âaccidentallyâ start shifting in his chair, making an excuse of âadjustingâ his seat just so that he can lift his s/oâs hip up and slam their cunt right back onto his dick. And when his s/o falls asleep on his lap he pauses his game and gives them a sharp thrust up their hole, letting them know that they should be paying attention to him
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âTiptoe and kiss.â â Kim Mingyu
â¸â¸ŕ Ë. fluff . one-shot . cute
â pairings : mingyu x gn!reader â warning : reader is kinda grumpy due to just waking up (inspired by real life y'all đ) â wc : 0.4k [âď¸] ¡ Mingyu's plan backfiring? A daily routine now. (only if he wasn't so down bad)
â - note : YALL I HAD SO MANY UNFINISHED WRITINGS ITS INSANE. I finished some of them and I'll probably continue posting for a few days before I start a series <3 stay tuned!!
"Gyu?" You peep your head in the kitchen. You had slept in almost the entire afternoon, but when you felt Mingyu's side of the bed cold, you were wide awake.
Mingyu turned at the sound of your voice and smiled. "You're awake? how was your sleep?" He asked as you walked towards him, still trying to adjust to the lighting.
"Pretty good.." You mumble, wrapping your arms around his side and rested your head on his shoulder.
Your blurry vision made Mingyu look more big than he was, and you furrowed your eyebrows trying to get a clear view of your surroundings.
"That's good, I was just about to wake you up. I'm preparing noodles for us." Mingyu says, glancing at you with a soft smile.
You hum and nod in response-something in you too lazy to word out a better response. But you could think of an even better response. You tiptoe to peck his cheek, but couldn't reach him as he didn't lean down.
You weren't short, Mingyu was too tall.
And it was true, your height was just above average but Mingyu? A literal 6'2 man. You'd have to be a giant to almost reach his height.
Maybe he didn't realise-so you try once again, and again, but Mingyu still didn't lean down for you to kiss his cheek. But you could see more clearer to notice the slight smug smile spreading across his face, making you frown.
"Hey, don't ignore me."
"Huh?"
"I said don't ignore me."
"What do you mean, baby? I'm not ignoring you." Mingyu said softly, biting his lower lip to stop the smile tugging at his lips. He turned to you, barely managing to hold back his laugh at the sight of your pout.
"You're doing this on purpose..." You say, rolling your eyes. Despite being a little sleepy, you couldn't shake off the feeling of irritation at how Mingyu decided to tease you instead of wrapping his arms around you and letting you kiss him.
Mingyu finally burst into a fit of laughter, wrapping his arms around your waist and putting his head on your shoulder to stabilize himself.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," He apologized between giggles, tightening his strong arms around you.
That stupid little fang smile of his, making you smile aswell. He leaned down, just like he always did so that you can kiss him all over his face, and closed his eyes.
"Here you go," he waited for your soft lips to press against his skin.
"What?"
Mingyu opens his eyes, looking at you with raised eyebrows. "Hm?"
"What are you doing?" You ask, placing your hands on his chest. It was your turn to tease him now.
Mingyu blinked, and slowly straighted himself. He looked down at your hand and let his lower lip jut out into a pout.
"I'm sorry, baby, I shouldn't have teased you." His voice barely above a whisper, he apologized. And now, you burst into a fit a laughter and gently grab his face to peck his lips.
His pout immediately turned into a grin as his hands find your lower back, and he softly deepens the kiss.
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RAW [M] â Lee Seokmin
⧠If you're a freak and you know it, clap them cheeks â§
In which Seokmin, your sweet doting boyfriend, fucks you raw for the first time, and ends up discovering his kinky side.
⧠Genre: domestic AU; SMUT [18+], established relationship ⼠Pairing: female!reader x boyfriend!Lee Seokmin ⧠Word count: 6.3k+ ⌠Warnings: nsfw warnings under the cut! â Notes: hope y'all enjoy this little seok fic I wrote for you đ¤ was feeling a little feral, so this concept fit my mood perfectly hehe â Shout out:  thanks to my amazing bestie @whipped-for-kpop-fics for making me this masterpiece of a banner AND helping me brainstorm for this one. This one really couldn't have happened without you and your shrexy brain! I love youuuuu đ and thank you thank you thank you @wonuvs for beta-reading this for me!! Very much appreciated :3
⥠REBLOGGING AND/OR FEEDBACK WOULD BE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED â DON'T BE A STRANGER PLS âĄ
nsfw warnings: outdoor/public sex, fingering, cunnilingus, squirting, spanking, raw sex (the title is there for a reason hehe), heavy breeding kink, feral seok dirty talk, messy creampie (pls let me know if I missed any!)
You had every intention to hang the wet laundry out to dry on this beautiful sunny day. It was a simple task, really, one you could have completed in less than five minutes had you not let yourself get distracted.Â
Said distraction came in the form of Lee Seokmin, your sweet doting boyfriend of four years, who had decided to take advantage of the nice weather and switch his usual gym session for a home workout in your garden.
It was quite the sight as he sat on the weight bench, his gorgeous sun-kissed arms and legs on full display, toned muscles pulling and coiling with every raise of his arms. His skin was coated in a thin layer of sweat, making his brown locks stick messily to his forehead. It was almost as if he was chiseled by the gods themselves with how absolutely breathtaking he looked in the bright and glowy sunlight.
You had to resist looking over every few seconds as you attempted to put the laundry pieces on the clothes line. But as the minutes passed, you quickly discovered that trying to suppress the urge to gawk at your hot boyfriend was a battle you werenât going to win, especially when he was constantly releasing those sinful grunts that sent your mind into a frenzy.Â
Before you knew it, the laundry was long forgotten. The only thing that was going through your mind in that moment was how much you wanted â no, needed â to feel Seokminâs sweaty body against yours. Thanks to your busy and exhausting schedules, it had been a few days since you and your boyfriend last had sex, which, with a sex drive as high as yours, had driven your need for the man to an all time high.Â
It was time to do something about that.
Your legs were already moving on their own accord as your hungry gaze settled on Seokminâs thick thighs, a mischievous smile overtaking your features as you planned out your next move.
Your boyfriend was completely lost in his own world, totally oblivious to the thirsty thoughts floating around in your head as you crept up on him. The headphones he wore drowned out any distracting sounds as he focused on his reps, and with his eyes fully closed, he did not hear you approach him until it was already too late.Â
âWhat the fâ baby?!â Seokmin nearly dropped the two 8kg dumbbells he was holding when you jumped him out of nowhere, trapping him with your arms and legs like a clingy koala.Â
âThatâs me.â You giggled at the dazed look on your boyfriendâs face as you uncovered his ears.  Â
âWhatâs the meaning of this?â he breathed, carefully lowering his arms to place the dumbbells into the grass.
You licked your lips, shifting your hips slightly to get more comfortable. âWhat does it look like?â
âLike youâre trying to kill me,â he groaned before firmly planting his hands onto your sides to get you to stop rubbing against his crotch.Â
A sly grin tugged at the corners of your mouth. âThatâs what I was trying to go for.âÂ
âOh, were you now?â He raised his eyebrows. âI was almost done with my workout, you know?â
âHmm, that really sucks then.â You tangled your fingers in his messy hair.Â
âGive me five more minutes,â he mumbled, briefly closing his eyes at the feeling of your nails scratching along his sensitive scalp.Â
âNo,â you whined, immediately stopping all movement, much to your boyfriend's disappointment. âI need attention now. It's been too fucking long already.â
You didn't care how whiney you sounded. You needed him right at this moment, and you sure as hell weren't going to wait another minute, especially not for him to finish his damn workout.Â
âBut I'm sweaty,â he argued with a scrunch of his nose.Â
You smirked at that, tightening your grip on his hair as you moved in closer, your lips now less than an inch apart.Â
âEven better,â you whispered before teasingly brushing your lips against his. âYou're fucking hot when you're sweaty,â you continued, which was followed by you shifting your hips once again, this time with a little more force.Â
Seokmin released a sharp hiss at the throbbing sensation your hips left in their wake. The muscles in his thighs automatically tightened, and so did the grip on your waist, all of which you were more than excited about. You got him right where you wanted, and it was only a matter of time before he would take the bait.Â
âYou're the devil.â
âOnly when I have to be.â You grinned, your big twinkling eyes glued to his face as you slowly began to trail one of your hands down his chest. You only stopped when you reached the now very prominent bulge in his black shorts.Â
âFucking hell,â Seokmin cursed under his breath when you gave him a little experimental squeeze. It was just a simple touch, but he already felt the arousal gradually starting to overtake his mind and body. Just a minute ago, heâd been in full workout mode, but now he suddenly couldnât stop imagining you stuffed full with his cock, begging him to make you cum again and again until you could no longer move.Â
You took advantage of the moment and closed the little bit of distance between you to pull him into a deep kiss. Seokmin didnât resist, already having decided that heâd much rather spend his time pleasuring his pretty and horny girlfriend instead of finishing the remainder of his stupid arm reps. Besides, you were right. It had been a while since heâd gotten his dick wet, so if you wanted to change that, who was he to object?
It only took a few seconds before Seokminâs lips were just as hungry and forceful as yours, pulling at your mouth with an eagerness that made your gut clench with anticipation.Â
His hands navigated down to the swell of your ass, fingers digging roughly into the soft fabric of the yellow sundress you were wearing to press you into his growing erection. You moaned into the kiss at the sudden shift, your own hands moving to grasp at whatever piece of bare skin you could find as you felt yourself grow hotter by the second.Â
Your patience was slowly beginning to run thin the longer you sat in his lap with your panties soaked and your neglected cunt begging to be filled. You honestly hadn't felt this needy in a while, so you really didn't want to deprive yourself of Seokminâs dick for much longer. And you prayed that he felt the same.Â
You knew the man liked to drag the whole thing out with a shit ton of foreplay, which often included endless make out sessions and bringing you to multiple squirting climaxes before he even got to fuck you. It was the whole reason sex with Seokmin had become one of your favorite pastime activities in the first place.Â
Your boyfriend was a natural at pleasuring you, and he had been since day one. You quickly learned that faking pleasure and Seokmin could never belong in the same sentence. In fact, more often than not, youâve had to beg him to stop making you cum for fear of passing out from over stimulation. But even in those moments, he usually still managed to pull another few mind-shattering orgasms out of you like the magician he was, and you were certainly not complaining.Â
It was just that right now, in this particular moment, you needed him to skip the long foreplay and fastforward to the part where he fucked you stupid.Â
âMin, I need you inside me so bad,â you whimpered in between kisses, hoping your boyfriend would get the hint and give you just that.Â
He did not get it.Â
All you got out of it was an appreciative grunt and a harsh squeeze to your backside that did nothing to satiate the pulsing ache in your pussy.Â
Accepting that you were just going to have to speed things up yourself, your hand sneakily found the waistband of his shorts, fingers already tugging the material out of the way to grab a hold of his hard dick. If everything worked out in your favor, you'd be sitting on it within the next twenty seconds.Â
âFuck, baby,â Seokmin groaned, one of his hands clasping around your wrist before you even had the chance to wiggle your hand inside his shorts. âWhy don't we go inside before we start ripping off clothes, hmm?â
âNo.â Confusion. Thatâs the emotion that flashed across your boyfriendâs face at the sound of your outright no.Â
âNo? But I thought you wanted toâŚ?â He frowned, slightly loosening his hold on you when he thought you didnât want to continue.Â
You quickly wrapped his arms back around your waist before grasping his face in your hands.Â
âOh, I do.â A cheeky grin pulled at your mouth. âRight here. You're fucking me here.â
âRight here? O-outside?â Seokmin stuttered, his eyes nearly bulging out of his head as he seemed to process your words.Â
Although your sex life was pretty active and more than satisfying, you couldnât exactly call it adventurous. Despite many of your close friends believing that you and Seokmin were a couple of kinky fuckers, your sexual escapades were usually limited to your bedroom and definitely more on the vanilla side of the spectrum.Â
Not that there was anything wrong with that, of course. On the contrary, even the most vanilla sex with him felt a hundred times better than the riskier and more experimental sex youâd engaged in with some of your exes, so you didnât even really miss it. Still, sometimes â like right now â you wished heâd just throw you around and fuck you into the next day for everyone to see.Â
You were, however, very much aware that asking him to fuck you in the garden was a complete one-eighty from your usual bedroom adventures, and it could potentially get you caught by your nosy old neighbors, which was definitely a con. But then again, you were feeling unusually risky today, so you honestly couldn't care less who got to see you getting railed. Your only concern right now was soothing the ache in your throbbing cunt.Â
All you had to do was convince your lovely, handsome boyfriend to make that happen.Â
âYes, right here.â You nodded and reached up to undo the first two buttons of your dress, taking note of how your boyfriend's eyes automatically gravitated towards your fingers. âGot a problem with that?â
âWell, uhâŚâ Seokmin swallowed thickly as you popped three more buttons, exposing the strapless, lacy, white see-through bra you were wearing underneath. Your hard peaks were poking right through the flimsy material, which made it nearly impossible for him to rip his eyes away from the arousing sight. Your boyfriend was a sucker for your boobs â or any part of your body for that matter â which is exactly why you hoped the next part of your plan would work.
âI thinkâ uhâŚâ He tried to form a coherent sentence, but failed terribly when you popped another three buttons, his eyes following diligently as your action revealed the smooth skin of your stomach. âWhat Iâm trying to sâ thatâŚâ
By the time you popped the remaining three buttons, Seokmin had completely forgotten what he was going to say. His eyes were practically glued to your body, in particular to the matching see-through panties that left little to the imagination. They gave him a perfect view of your puffy folds and the arousal seeping through the already drenched material.Â
Seokmin was â understandably â having a hard time keeping it all together.
âWell?â You suppressed a grin to hide the fact that you were thoroughly enjoying the effect you had on your handsome boyfriend. âYou gonna help me undress or do I have to do everything myself?â
You got your answer when he planted his lips back on yours without another word, hardly giving you a second to breathe as he pushed his tongue past your lips. You instantly melted against him as your body flooded with heat once more, your hands fumbling to grasp onto his shirt in an attempt to ground yourself.Â
Seokminâs fingers made quick work of your bra, skillfully unclasping the constricting garment and throwing it carelessly in the grass. He took a moment to admire your newly exposed flesh, eyes darting from one nipple to the other before they drifted back down to the drenched panties hugging your cunt.Â
He subconsciously licked his lips as he imagined his face buried between your legs, drowning himself in the taste of your sweet juices while you screamed out his name.Â
âStop staring like a creep and do something, please.â Your hand was back in his hair, fingers tightly gripping onto his locks as you pulled at his head, forcing him to rip his eyes away from your pussy and back up to your face.Â
âYou want me to do something?â An amused smile took over your boyfriend's features as he took in your desperate expression.Â
âYes!â you nearly cried, feeling seconds away completely losing your shit. âI swear to god, Seokmin. If your dick is not inside me within the next twenty seconds Iâll dâ ah!â
You didnât get to finish the rest of your sentence as you were cut off by your own shriek, eyes going wide with shock as you gaped at a smug-looking Seokmin. Just a second ago, youâd been sitting in his lap, but now you suddenly found yourself trapped beneath him, sprawled out on the metal workout bench and completely at his mercy. Â
âYou'll do what, baby?â Seokmin smirked triumphantly at your stunned face.
âForget that,â you breathed, using the grip you had on his hair to pull him in for another kiss. âFuck, that was hot. I want more where that came from.â
âNoted.â His eyes darkened as he pulled back slightly, and you released the grip you had on his head to allow him to lean back further.Â
Your belly fluttered with anticipation when he moved the fabric of your dress aside to make contact with your bare skin. His hands teasingly began to trail down your sides, sending a series of tingles down your spine as you let your mind run wild with desire.Â
A shaky breath left your mouth when your boyfriend hooked his fingers into your underwear, excitement filling your body instantly. You were already starting to lift your hips, eager to help him get rid of the one thing separating your cunt from his hungry gaze.Â
What you didnât expect was for him to pin you back down and tear your panties right off your body with a single move. You were left speechless once again, watching as your boyfriend proudly held up the torn lace before letting it fall to the ground.Â
That was definitely going on your âHottest Lee Seokmin Momentsâ list. Â
âYouâre really trying to drive me insane over here,â you mumbled when youâd finally found your voice again.Â
âYou ask, I deliver.â Seokmin chuckled and continued to pull his shirt over his head in one smooth movement, revealing a set of mouthwatering glistening abs and a little dark happy trail that disappeared into his black shorts.
âGood.â Your eyes shifted back up to his with a new determination, your legs slightly opening to give him a nice view of your slick cunt. âThen Iâm asking you to fuck me next.âÂ
With one hand, you reached for the waistband of his shorts, fully intent on tugging it down just enough so you could pull his dick out and guide it into your dripping hole.Â
But Seokmin had other plans.Â
âNow what?â you whined when his hands stopped you mid-move, wrapping themselves around your wrists just like heâd done before.
What would it take for a girl to get some dick from her boyfriend?
âNot so fast, baby. I'm gonna take care of you first.â
You shook your head in protest. âBut I donât want to wait any longer, Min. Please.â
âDo you want my dick or not, baby?â Youâd never nodded faster. âThen be a good girl and spread those legs wider for me.â
That little command had you automatically spread your legs wider, a soft moan rolling off your lips as your walls clenched hard around nothing. Never in the time youâd been with Seokmin had he called you a good girl, but you found that you liked it⌠a lot. And you wouldnât mind if he called you that more often from now on.Â
âOh? Does my baby like being called a good girl?â Seokmin smirked, his dark orbs burning into your own as he pushed your legs back as far as you could manage.
âYes, fuck⌠so hot,â you whimpered, your legs twitching when you felt his hot breath ghost over your glossy cunt.Â
âKeep being good and Iâll keep calling you that,â he murmured right before dipping his tongue between your slick folds. Â
The debauched moan you released in response was enough to make Seokminâs cock jerk uncontrollably inside his shorts. In return, he released a deep groan of appreciation, sending a wave of delicious vibrations to your core that automatically had you try to clamp your legs around your boyfriend's head. But Seokmin, who was way ahead of you, had such a tight hold on your thighs that it was nearly impossible to move.Â
He used that grip to bury his entire face in your pussy, hardly giving himself room to breathe to completely drown himself in the taste of you, determined to get you to squirt your juices all over his face.Â
With his skillful tongue alternating between flicking and sucking on your sensitive clit, applying just the right amount of pleasure in all the right spots to bring you to the edge, it took less than a minute before you were moaning his name like a mad woman.
Seokmin relished in the lewd sounds he pulled from you, and the way you desperately gripped at his hair to steady yourself as he devoured you, completely drunk on the taste of your pussy. His dick was painfully hard, straining against the inside of his shorts, practically begging him to relieve some of that agonizing tension. But in all honesty, chasing his own pleasure was the last thing on his mind right now. All that mattered was you, your climax, and nothing else.
It was even at the point that he'd momentarily forgotten you were doing all of this outside, in the garden, where any neighbor would be able to hear or see the obscene things he was doing to you. Not too long ago, Seokmin would have reeled at the thought of engaging in risky public sex, but now, here he was, eating you out in the garden and enjoying every bit of it, not a single fuck given.Â
You found yourself in a similar position, eyes rolled to the back of your head and your body twitching and shuddering from the overwhelming sensations coursing through your nerves. It wasnât exactly how youâd planned things to go â still no dick â but it certainly helped quench the worst of your sexual cravings. The way the coil in your stomach got tighter and tighter with every swipe of his tongue said enough.Â
âF-fuck thatâs gonna make me cum so fast, holy shit!â you whimpered when your boyfriend suddenly slid two of his long fingers inside you, immediately curling them up to press against that sensitive spot he knew would make you lose your mind.Â
Seokmin only hummed against your pussy, his eyes catching yours as the corners of his mouth tugged up into a devilish smirk. Then, his hand was speeding up, fingers mercilessly batting against your sweet spot while his tongue lapped at your swollen clit. He watched you succumb to the pleasure with hungry eyes, your face contorted in pure ecstasy as your moans got louder and louder the closer you got.Â
âYou like that, baby?â your boyfriend rasped, his mouth briefly detaching from your clit.Â
Your cunt clenched around his fingers in response, the only sound coming out of your mouth being a needy whine since you couldnât find it in yourself to come up with a sane response with how scrambled your mind was.
That was met with a sharp nip at your swollen nub.
âAnswer me,â Seokmin growled, apparently not satisfied with your lack of words.
You yelped loudly at the unexpected but very welcoming stinging sensation that had your nerves singing with pleasure. âShitâ yes! I fucking do!â
âThatâs a good girl,â he praised with a harsh slap to your inner thigh before taking your clit back between his wet lips.
The sound of the pet name unraveled something inside you, drawing every muscle in your body taut as you were abruptly thrown over the edge. The full force of your toe-curling orgasm caused you to cry out your boyfriendâs name, your legs trapping his head between your thighs while drenching his pretty face with your arousal.Â
Seokmin was perfectly content like that, groaning into your cunt like a starved man as he tried to catch every last drop of your slick with his mouth. Even when you began pushing at his head to get him away from your overstimulated pussy, it took him another twenty seconds before he finally detached himself, looking up at you with a dopey, satisfied grin and his chin dripping with your arousal.Â
âYouâre insatiable, Lee Seokmin,â you rasped, chest heaving as you tried to recover from the intense high youâd just experienced.Â
Said man leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss right below your belly button.
âYes,â He moved up slightly, this time placing a kiss right above it, âI am.â His lips trailed over your breast, goosebumps forming along the way, âButâŚâ He nipped at your neck, âyouâŚâ he whispered, his lips hovering right above yours, âwere so good for me,â he finished, capturing your lips into another heated kiss.
The taste of yourself on your boyfriendâs lips lit a new fire inside your belly, your skin flushing hot with a new surge of desire. It also didnât help that his hands were back on your thighs, kneading and rubbing at them, making every one of your nerve endings come back to life under his scorching touch.Â
âMin, get your dick out and fuck me,â you mumbled against his lips, determined to not take no for an answer this time.Â
Seokmin was fully prepared to give into your demands this time, no longer wanting to tease you because he was feeling just as desperate and eager to be inside you. There was, however, just one little thing he hadnât thought of before. But now with you sprawled out before him in all your naked glory, begging for his cock, the little voice in the back of his mind decided to make an appearance.Â
âFuck.â He grimaced. âJust hold on, okay? Iâll be right back,â he said, leaning forward to kiss you softly before making a move to get up.Â
You quickly grabbed onto his arm to stop him, confusion taking over your features at the sudden switch in mood. Â
âWait! Where are you going?â
âCondoms⌠donât have any on me. Iâll quickly grab one from inside.â
âWe donât need them,â you blurted out, immediately biting your bottom lip when you realized what you'd said.
Seokminâs eyes visibly widened at your bold suggestion. âBut you're not on any birth control. I could actually get you pregnant.â
âWould it really be that bad?â At that, the manâs eyes nearly bulged out of his head.Â
The topic of kids was nothing new between the two of you. It had come up on multiple occasions during the span of your relationship, and it was pretty clear that both you and Seokmin loved kids. The both of you always jumped at the chance of babysitting his two year-old nephew whenever Seokminâs sister and her husband needed someone to watch him, happy to spoil him and play with him as if he was your own.Â
It was no secret that you wanted a big family, and so did Seokmin, so that wasnât the reason he was a little hesitant to fuck you without protection. He just really didnât want you to regret anything if you did end up pregnant by the end of it, because a child was a big responsibility after all.Â
But he also couldnât deny that he wasnât tempted by the idea of your warm walls hugging his dick without anything in the way, and being able to empty his load inside your greedy, slick-covered hole like heâd always wanted to do.Â
It was hard not to give in to that, especially when you were looking at him with those big, seductive eyes of yours.
âBaby, Iâm serious.â
âSo am I,â you shot back, a mix of determination and lust adorning your face as you challenged your boyfriend.Â
Seokmin frowned, running a hand through his damp hair. âWe should think about thisâŚâ
âI already did, and I want this. I wanna feel you⌠all of you⌠inside me.â You looked up at him with the biggest puppy eyes you could muster.Â
âFuck, youâre not making it easy for me,â your boyfriend sighed, feeling completely torn between doing the responsible thing and giving in to his carnal desires.Â
âThen stop thinking and just fill me with cum.â
Seokmin gulped, letting out a shaky breath as he felt himself slowly start to lose the battle.
âShit. Are you absolutely sure about this? Is this really what you want, baby?â he asked, placing his hands on either side of the bench to cage you in.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning up to touch your nose to his. âIf you're asking me if I want you to fuck a baby in me then yes, I totally want that,â you breathed, a small smile gracing your face.
Seokminâs dick twitched in his shorts at your declaration, unlocking a new level of desire that he didnât know existed. His body was full-on buzzing, adrenaline pumping through his veins as he felt the gears in his mind switch to a whole different setting.Â
You noticed the change in your boyfriend the moment the words had left your lips, the uncertain expression that had been on his face just now making way for a much more ominous expression, one you didnât quite recognize.Â
âMin?âÂ
âBend over.âÂ
âO-okay.â The slight edge to his tone had you scrambling to turn around for him, nearly causing you to fall off the bench in the process as your legs got tangled up in your dress. You planned to rip the clothing piece off your body to make your life easier, but the sudden hand pinning your wrist to your back made that impossible.
âDress stays on,â your boyfriendâs low voice sounded from behind you as you felt him flip up the material to reveal the supple skin of your ass.
You were about to protest, but the harsh slap to your behind that followed made you think twice about opening your mouth. The impact of his hand connecting with your tender skin pulled a soft whine from you, leaving you with a pleasant stinging sensation that sent a hot streak of arousal right down to your pussy.Â
There was barely any time to recover from the first slap before he delivered a second one, this one even more intense and brutal than the last one, forcing you to fight down a scream as you jolted forward, barely able to keep your balance since you only had one hand available to steady yourself.Â
Your boyfriend was no stranger to delivering the occasional slap to your ass, but it had always been in a loving kind of way and never like this⌠so rough and thrilling. So if this kind of spanking was your boyfriendâs reaction to seeing you bent over in your half-discarded dress, then you had no problem keeping it on.
âSuch a good girl for me,â Seokmin groaned, his cock twitching once again as he watched your ass jiggle for a third time when his hand reconnected with your delicate flesh. You could only moan in response as you felt yourself get wetter with every slap, hand gripping onto the bench for dear life while you let your boyfriend have his way with you.Â
Only after the tenth slap or so, when Seokmin noticed your legs were close to giving out on you, he released the wrist he was holding and allowed you to take a breather while he rushed to shove his shorts and underwear down his legs, finally freeing the raging boner heâd been neglecting for the past twenty minutes.
The man didnât waste any time as he grabbed onto your waist with one hand, lining up his engorged tip with your dripping cunt with the other.Â
A shudder ripped through him when he pushed forward, greedy eyes fixed on his cock disappearing between your ass cheeks, slowly getting enveloped by your tight walls as they made room for him.Â
It was unlike any feeling Seokmin had ever experienced. Although he was barely halfway inside, he was sure he wasnât going to last as long as he usually would have. Without the usual barrier in the way, he was able to feel it all, every little sensation â the warmth radiating off your walls as he slid in further, your creamy slick drenching his cock from head to base â it took everything in him to stop himself from bursting as he imagined how good youâd look with your ripe cunt stuffed full of his seed.Â
Seokminâs pupils were fully blown by the time your ass connected with his pelvis, his jaw clenched and the grip on your waist bordering on bruising as he momentarily stilled to let you both get used to the new feeling.Â
You werenât doing much better, trying to deal with the blissful ache whirling in your stomach as you tried to accommodate the familiar stretch. Only this time, you were able to actually feel the bulging veins forking along his length as they throbbed against your inner walls in the most intoxicating way.Â
âShit, Min,â you moaned, tightening your grip on the bench, âJust fuck me already. Feels so damn good like this.â
At your plea, Seokmin pulled his hips back slightly, slowly dragging his throbbing tip along your sensitive walls before abruptly burying his entire girth back inside your warm cunt with a loud groan.
âYeah? Like that?â
âYes⌠harder,â you whined, impatiently wiggling your ass in search of more of that delicious friction.Â
âFucking gladly,â he muttered, moving one of his hands to your shoulder before repeating the motion again, only this time with a lot more force and speed, which earned him a series of salacious moans that went straight down to his pulsing cock. Â
It didn't take long for Seokmin to completely lose every bit of sanity he possessed as he vigorously drove his hips into your ass, your pussy squelching loudly every time his cock slammed back inside your slippery hole.Â
Heâd never felt like this before⌠fully overtaken by this primal need to breed you like the good girl you were, completely set on ruining you with his cock and stuffing load after load of cum inside your hot cunt until you couldnât fit anymore.Â
The regular Seokmin, aka the sweet man who made you breakfast every day and made sure you had absolutely everything you could wish for, would have been a messy blushing puddle with all these nasty thoughts running through his mind. But this Seokmin, the pussy drunk, sex-crazed man who was fucking you as if his life depended on it, only felt himself get more riled up with every new lewd thought that entered his mind, not feeling bashful in the slightest.Â
You honestly didnât know where the hell this Seokmin had come from, but you hoped that this wouldnât be the last of him. His rough thrusts had you feeling like a complete wreck in the best sense of the word, causing you to release an obscene number of sounds you didnât even know you could make. It was no doubt the best dicking your boyfriend had ever given you, but too much for your body to keep up â you discovered that when your legs suddenly decided to give out on you mid-thrust.Â
Fortunately, your boyfriend was prepared and caught you just in time, firmly wrapping one of his beefy arms around your tits to press you against his bare chest, while his free hand clamped around your neck, forcing you to tilt your head up to the clear blue sky as he continued to pound into your sopping cunt.Â
âFuck, gonna fill this pussy,â Seokmin growled into your ear, his breath hot against the side of your face. âGonna fill it with my cum, fucking show the world youâre mine⌠get your pretty belly round with my baby,â he continued, never slowing down his unrelenting pace.
âGod, yes!â you moaned, eyes once again rolling to the back of your head as your walls fluttered in response to the filth rolling off your boyfriendâs tongue.Â
âDirty girl. You like the thought of me fucking a baby into you?â
âY-yes, fuck⌠want it, want your baby!âÂ
You didnât think it was possible but Seokminâs hips sped up even more after youâd said that, making you cry out loud as you clung onto his forearm to center yourself.
âGonna fill you up like you deserve, stuff you full till you canât walk. This pussy is fucking mine⌠mine to claim.â Seokmin had fully lost himself at this point, spewing all the filth he could think of, completely and utterly enthralled by your sweet raw cunt sucking him in so deliciously.
âOh god, Min, need you to cum in me,â you rasped, feeling the coil in your stomach start to wind and tighten as your boyfriend continuously battered against your sweet spot.Â
âSo fucking desperate. Such a good girl.â That was the moment Seokmin released your throat and lowered his hand to attach his fingers to your clit, rubbing sloppy figure eights into it while his dick continued to stretch you out.
âFaster⌠faster,â you urged, feeling your body tense at the sudden surge of pleasure shooting through you.Â
Seokmin listened to your pleas and sped up his fingers.
âOh, fuck, right there,â you whined, feeling like you couldnât hold it anymore. âGonna cum⌠gonna cum!â
White briefly flashed before your eyes as you came with a choked gargle of your boyfriendâs name, your cunt clenching around his cock as your body shook violently from the overwhelming sensations.Â
Seokmin didnât stop at that, feeling like he was seconds away from reaching his own high. With your fluttering cunt continuing to hold his dick in a chokehold, and you begging for his cum in his ear, it didnât take him long to get there.Â
With one last well-timed thrust, Seokmin buried himself all the way inside you, letting his own orgasm wash over him as he felt the first spurts of cum coat your inner walls. Both of you groaned in delight at the unfamiliar but arousing feeling of Seokminâs cum filling you up for the first time.Â
Heat bloomed inside you as your boyfriend continued to spill inside you, holding tightly onto you as he rode out the remainder of his climax.Â
âFuck, Min, so much cum,â you whimpered when you felt his seed begin to drip out of your swollen cunt and down your thighs. Thatâs how much there was. It felt like there was no end to it.Â
âPussy feels so fucking good, canât stop cumming,â he panted against your neck, moving his hands to rest on the smooth skin of your stomach.
You smirked, tightening your walls momentarily to pull a little whine from your boyfriend.
âWell, letâs say that Iâm not complaining.â
Only when Seokminâs cock had fully softened and there really was no more cum to give, he reluctantly pulled out of you, not being able to stop himself from gawking at the big globs of cum dripping out of your pussy with his cock no longer holding it in.Â
âMin?â
âHuh?âÂ
Despite your extremely wobbly legs, you managed to turn around and threw yourself at the man in front of you, wrapping your arms around his neck as you stared into his eyes with a cheeky smile on your face.Â
âI love you, you know that? Youâre a fucking freak!âÂ
Seokminâs cheeks began to flush at your exclamation, his eyes quickly averting yours in an attempt to escape your intense gaze.Â
âOhâŚ. uh, that? WellâŚâ he stammered, one of hands coming up to rub at his neck.
âAre you seriously acting all shy on me now when you just fucked my brains out?â You giggled, shaking your head in disbelief.Â
âWell, when you put it like thatâŚâ He chuckled, a dopey grin on his face.
âPromise me youâre gonna show this side of you more often.â
Seokmin raised his brows in surprise. âYou sure? It wasnât too much?â
âFuck no.â You shook your head. âIt was definitely some of the best dick youâve given me.â
âI guess I have no choice then, do I?â He smiled widely.
âNope. Besides,â You leaned in to kiss him softly before whispering seductively, âif you wanna give me a baby, we better do that many more times, just to be sure.â
âYouâre absolutely right.â Then your boyfriend scooped you up without another word, your surprised shriek echoing through the garden as he hurried to rush you inside the house, eager to do it all over again.
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the breakup soup â [y.jh].
SYNOPSIS. you and jeonghan get into an argument in the middle of the meeting. the rest of your organizationâs officers slowly start to realize that this isnât just about whether the mountains or the sea would be the better venue for your event.
PAIRING. yoon jeonghan x female! reader. GENRE. lovers to exes to lovers, humor, romance, tiny angst, orgmate! jeonghan, college! au, a whole lot of forced proximity, only one bed inn room, a bunch of nosy men. WARNINGS. written breakup (obviously), so much swearing, many many dumb inappropriate jokes (divorce, fucking, diarrhea, to name a few), parliamentary procedures jargon. WORD COUNT. 15k.
NOTE. after six, seven months, this this is finally out of hell (my gdocs). the soup is overcooked. holy shit. everything is written in the pov of a certain teener (excluding jeonghan and the mc. this fic is about them but no, you do not have access to their thoughts). this is super duper fun to write and i hope itâs fun to read as well HHAHAHAHA. please let me know what you think! enjoy!
âTODAY IS SEPTEMBER 7, 20XX. THE MEETING WILL NOW PLEASE COME TO ORDER. Mr. Secretary, please call the roll.â
The words robotically fall out of Seungcheolâs mouth as he turns over the pages of his clipboard, marking a precise, red dot next to the word âagendaâ on the page. Another day, another meeting. He canât wait for the moment he can finally retire from this god damned position. Every single time he repeats his presiding officer script, it feels like a digit gets added to his age.
âYes, Mr. Chair. Please say âpresent and votingâ once your name is called to be acknowledged.âÂ
Wonwoo starts the roll call, and Seungcheol is desperately trying to cover his yawn with the clipboard, else Seungkwan is gonna grate at him again for dozing off in his own meetingâ the aforementioned straightening himself in his seat when his position is called.
âPublic Information Officer 1?â
âPresent and voting.â
âPIO 2?
âPresentââ says Joshua, flicking a paper clip across the table and into Vernonâs nth latte of the day. ââand voting.â
âNext. Assistant Business Manager.â
âPreseââ
âOkay, got it.â Chan brandishes a look of offense when Wonwoo cuts him off. âBusiness Manager?â
âPresent and voting. Do we really have to keep doing this one by one?âÂ
Mingyu has a point, Seungcheol mentally agrees. But his god damned seniors wrote in the damned constitution and bylaws that every meeting of SVT (Society of Virtuous Timetravellers. Heâs in the process of renaming it because your organization thatâs supposed to be for history and culture is attracting weirdos insteadâ and two of them are Soonyoung and Seokmin) must abide by strict parliamentary procedures, so he has no choice but to suck it up and listen as Wonwoo continues to read out the succeeding positions on the attendance list, and itâs starting to sound a lot like a lullaby.
âSecretary, yours truly, present and voting.â The scratch from Wonwooâs throat signals Seungcheol that itâs to zone back in. âVice Chairperson-External?â
âPresent and voting.â
Your voice draws Seungcheol's attention. He turns his head towards you and he notices the sheets of binded up papers you have in your hands, straightened with a few taps on the table surface before you settle them back down, a swell of pride when he sees whatâs printed on the topmost page.Â
Itâs impeccably organized, the task he assigned to you only three days prior. Hell, you even have page tabs sticking out of the sides of every page. Your work ethic never fails to impress him. On top of that, youâre always so professionalâ able to separate your personal and org life with strict barriers in between because even though you and Junhui have been friends for ten years, your sharp glare holds no reservations when you catch him folding paper turtles with sticky notes right next to you when inside the meeting room.
âSorry,â Jun breathes out. You retract your leg from under the table after giving him a discreet kick.
Anyway, Seungcheol has high hopes for you, and heâs eyeing you to replace him as SVTâs Chairperson next year (heâs already in the process of manipulating you into taking the job: the compliments he gives away arenât for free). Youâre perfect. Youâre flawless. Thereâs no one else fit for the position but you.Â
Which is why the next course of events comes as nothing less than a shock to him.
âVice Chairperson-Internal?â Wonwoo calls out but is met with silence. He looks around. âVCI?â
No answer. You scoff.
âAlright, moving on. Mr. Chair?âÂ
Seungcheol stiffens, second-guessing what heâd just heard, but the near-invisible crooked twitch of the corner of your mouth proves that no, that wasnât just his imagination. You just scoffed. A sharp noise laced with derision and contempt. That shouldâve been the first sign that something is off.
âPresent,â he coughs out, resigning his attention back to the meeting he has to preside over. It must be nothing. Even you can get annoyed sometimes. Maybe Jun is fucking around again and youâve just had about enough.
âThere are thirteen out of fourteen officers present, Mr. Chair. We are in quorum.â
âThank you. Seeing that we are in quorum, it is now legal for us to conduct business. Mr. Secretary, will you please read to us the agenda for todayâsââ
The office door swings open.Â
âSorry, Iâm late!â
And Mr. VCI rushes in with his white coat still hanging off his shoulders. The meeting is put to an abrupt pause as Jeonghan hastily walks up to his assigned seat, trying to explain the reason for his tardiness. âOur lab session took longer than expected,â Jeonghan huffs out, dragging out the chair next to him. âDr. Han wouldnât let usââ
âItâs common decency to enter the room and sit down quietly when youâre late so as to not disturb the ongoing meeting. Especially when you havenât informed the body beforehand.â
Seungcheol flinches when he hears the interruption of your sharp tone. His head quickly snaps to your direction before gleaning Jeonghanâs reaction. His friendâs jaw tightens but he says nothing. That shouldâve been the second sign.
âMr. Chair, may we proceed with the reading of todayâs agenda?â
He eyes you carefully and, with a hesitant drawl anchoring his tongue, proceeds with the meeting while Jeonghan quietly settles into his seat. âMr. VCI, you may send your excuse letter later for record keeping. Anyhow, Mr. Secretary, please read to us the agenda for todayâs meeting.â Wonwoo does as instructed. The problem is, Seungcheol canât hear anything that heâs saying. Not when his seat is exceedingly uncomfortable at the moment.
Itâs not his seat. Itâs the two people cornering his seat thatâs the problem.
Cold sweat breaks out from his forehead. The air is stuffy. You and Jeonghan lock eyes for zero-point-five seconds and thereâs a chill in the atmosphere that only Seungcheol can feel. What the fuck is going on?
âThank you Mr. Secretary. Weâll begin with the first agendaâ SVTâs Orientation and Membership Training. Alright. As you all may know, this will be our organizationâs first event for the academic year, thus I am expecting everyoneâs undivided cooperation in making sure that this event will be a success. We have already discussed the initial details of the event during the previous meeting, and we also distributed the tasks to the officers and committees.â He flips through a page and clears his throat. âI believe our Vice Chair External was tasked to scout for the venue. Ms. VCE, have you prepared your presentation?â
You nod, rising from your seat. âYes, Mr. Chair. Iâve prepared a comprehensive list of all our options.â Okay, Seungcheol breathes in through nose. You seem normal now. Maybe he was just overthinking things. âI ask for everyoneâs assistance in distributing the copies.â
Seungcheol looks at the text written in bold when you pass a copy to himâ SVT ORYE & MT 20XX: VENUE PROPOSAL. While everyone is passing the paperclip-bound photocopies to each other, you take the liberty to start speaking. âIf you look at the second page, you can see the overview of the entire document. Iâve listed five possible venues and compiled their respective addresses, rates, inclusions, menus, and of course, pictures for your reference. Weâll look at each of them one by one, starting withââ
You pause. Jeonghan is raising his hand. Your eyebrow twitches. Seungcheol gets a bad feeling. âYes, Mr. VCI?â
âThank you for the acknowledgement,â he says. âIâd like to ask why exactly are all of these venues located in the mountains? Donât we have other options? It would be fine if it were just us officers, but I believe holding the event in such terrains would be far too inconvenient for more or less a hundred people.â
A very bad feeling.
âI appreciate your insight,â you respond. Uh oh. Your smile is strained and Seungcheol knows it. Thatâs the smile you wear when youâre about to pulverize a representative for a disadvantageous partnership to the ground. âHowever, Iâd like to bring to your recollection that the theme of this yearâs Orye is traditional South Korean folklore. That considered, I came up with the judgment that the mountainous and forested areas would be the most appropriate and immersive venue if we wish to bring this concept to life. I hope that is clear, Mr. VCI. Anywayââ
âItâs still impractical, Ms. VCE.âÂ
Your face stiffens.
Jeonghan just cut you off.Â
Shit, he just cut you off.Â
He stands up, leveling you from across the table. âWhat about our members with asthma? Heart problems? What if it rains on the day of the event? Do you expect everyone to climb up a mountain trail in all these conditions?â
âIf you read through my document before inadvertently interrupting me, Mr. VCI, youâd know that three out of the five venues offer uphill transportation in order to get to the accommodations. And although I understand your reservations about the possibility of inclement weather, may I remind you that itâs also the driest season of the year. Youâre being unreasonable.â
Fuck. Seungcheol thinks he needs to butt in but he canât find the timing when thereâs literally an invisible fucking electric fence deterring him from reaching the both you. He catches a glimpse of Joshuaâs concerned eyebrows. âDo something,â his friendâs eyes say. Heâs about to until you drop a sentence that shoots the tension off the roof.
âFurthermore, Iâve surveyed all of the officers through text if they agree with my venue proposal and I was met with no objections. Youâd know if you opened any of my messages last night, Jeonghan.â
Holy fuck.
Holy fuck, you called him by his first name.Â
You never call anyone by their first name. At least not during meetings and itâs very clear that this is a reason for alarm because everyone elseâs eyes fly wide open. Except Jeonghanâs. He just looks pissedâ mirroring your very own expression. Something is wrong. Something is very wrong and Seungcheol is slowly starting to realize that this argument isnât just about the venue conflict.
âAhem.â He clears his throat for the nth time, a wound might break open. âWe will take our VCIâs concern into consideration. If you believe holding our Orye in the mountains is impractical, where do you suggest we should hold it instead?â
Jeonghanâs shoulders relax. He gives you a momentary look before settling back into his seat. âThank you, Mr. Chair.â You do the same. Seungcheol breathes out a sigh of relief. âIâd like to suggest that we hold it by the beach and sea. Not only would it be more accessible, it would also be considerably cheaper considering thereâd be no extra expenses for transportation up the hiking trail. There are also more options if we hold it on the beach. I already have contacts from last yearâs set of events. We donât have to worry about negotiations.â
Seungcheol nods in response. Heâs about to say something but once again, he hears an unmistakable scoff from your direction. âOf course, youâd go for the low effort option.â
Oh no. Oh god, no.
Jeonghanâs eyes dart towards you. âWhat was that?â
Seungcheol doesnât get paid enough for this shit.
âIâm just saying that itâs so like you to go for the easy way out.â
He doesnât get paid for this at all.
âWhat are you trying to tell me here, Ms. VCE?â Jeonghanâs tone is getting more pointed, and the rest of the table are starting to pick up on whatâs going on. Mingyu is slowly inching off of his seat and finding the right time to book it. Chan and Seokmin are nervously flitting their eyes back and forth between Jeonghan and you. Minghao hao stopped paying attention. Heâs got his airpods on and scrolling through his phone.Â
âThe sea is not theme-appropriate for our event, Mr. VCI,â you firmly press on. âThere are myths and folklore that reference the sea and ocean, however as an introductory event for our organization we should defer from making far too uncommon references since most of our members are beginners to our advocacy.â
Vernon is about to be swallowed by his chair. Seungkwan has his face in his hands. Seungcheolâs phone vibrates and itâs a message from Wonwoo. Should I include all of this in the minutes? he asks. Seungcheol isnât even sure if this argument is still about the venue.
âMay I also add that beach events are overused. Everyone holds acquaintance parties, Christmas parties, sensitivity trainings at beaches and beach resorts. Should we follow that template, I doubt our event would be memorable enough for our members to remember.â
âThen itâd be the obligation of the program committee to make it memorable.â The said committee flinches upon hearing Jeonghanâs words. Joshua and Junhui donât look like they agree with the additional burden. Jihoonâs forehead is wrinkling from secondhand stress. âWe donât need to sacrifice the affordability and accessibility of our location in order to hold a note-worthy event. And, may I also reiterate that we should consider our members with health problems, Ms. VCE.â
This is enough. This is probably enough. Maybe itâs time for Seungcheol to intervene.
âHowever, I understand,â Jeonghan continues. âI understand that itâs not easy for you to be considerate.â
But how the fuck is he supposed to do that when you two fucks wonât stop provoking each other?
âOh, for godâs sake!â Itâs hopeless. Itâs gone out of control. Your voice has bordered on yelling ang Seungcheol himself is afraid of being caught in between. âAre you still mad about the cat thing?!â
What is the cat thing? What in the hell is actually going on?
âThis is not about the cat thing and you know that.â Thereâs a ruffle in Jeonghanâs voice. He lets out a groan and throws his head back with his fingers digging into his hair. âFuck. Letâs talk later.â
Yes. Yes, please just talk later so we can move on with the meeting.
âDid you just swear at me?â
Nevermind.
Thereâs a second silence. One secondâ until the corner of Jeonghanâs mouth twitches and he expels a huff of incredulity. Itâs ominous. Itâs a harbinger of uncomfortable destruction. âSo swearing is crossing the line, but refusing to let me meet your parents and forcing us to keep this relationship a secret is completely justifiable?â
Well shit.
This meeting is done for.
Silence washes over the office once again. Wide eyes are being exchanged and not even Wonwoo is filling the tension with his incessant typing on the laptop. Chair, I donât think I should include this part in the minutes, Seungcheol receives another message from him. Of course he shouldnât. A relationship reveal isnât part of the agenda. Neither is a breakup but he fears itâs teetering to that outcome.
Itâs uncomfortable. Itâs suffocatingly uncomfortable and Seokmin looks like heâs about to cry at any moment.
âWell,â you simmer. âI guess itâs not much of a secret anymore, isnât it?â
âDamn.â Soonyoung receives an elbow from Jihoon. He gets hushed down very quickly to make room for another agonizing exchange between you and Jeonghan.Â
âIs that literally all you have to say? Youâre so insensitive, it drives me fucking nuts. This is why itâs so hard to keep seeing youââ
âOh, so you think Iâm not having a hard time? If you canât understand why I had to do that, then letâs just stop seeing each other!â
âFine, Iâm glad weâre on the same page this time.â
âGreat!â
âGreat.â
âYour clothes better be out of my closet by tomorrow.â
âThrow them away, I donât need them.â
âI will! Thanks for the suggestion!â
Things have now gone beyond the point of salvation and he canât even interject to formally end this disaster of a meeting.
âMr. Chair, I apologize, but Iâm afraid I will be leaving early today.â Oh, so now you remember his existence. Youâre fuming, slinging over your shoulder bag and haphazardly collecting your things from the table, and Seungcheol simply massages his temples and nods in acknowledgement to your sudden leave. âPlease go through the document at your discretion and Iâll be respecting whatever decision the body makes. Thank you and have a good day.â
Just like that, youâre gone. Jeonghan also starts collecting his things. âMy phone lines are open in case you need anything. Goodbye.â With that, he also disappears with the harsh swing and slam of the door, leaving behind another blanket of uncomfortable silence for everyone else to drown in.
Seungcheol sighs. He feels a headache kicking in.Â
âSo...are we having the event in the mountains or by the sea?â
He groans.
Is it too late to file a resignation?
*â
The following week has been nothing less than hell for SVT (Seungcheol has yet to change to the org name. Heâs getting there. Slowly. Fuck university bureaucracies). The Orye is fast approaching, so there are still a lot of matters to be settledâ printing documents, processing permits, making calls. The venue dispute is yet to be settled. Mr. Chair instructed a team to check out the mountain and sea accommodations you and Jeonghan forwarded within the weekend to get a better feel of both options.
Thereâs still so much work, which honestly doesnât pose a problem with Boo Seungkwan, one of the orgâs information officers. Heâs used to it, being a member of SVT since his freshman year and all. This workload is nothing to SVT. Nothing to you.
Itâs almost like youâre a machine. Printing documents? Youâre a one-woman printing shop. Processing permits? Youâve befriended all the office heads and one word from you will get the event approved. Itâs basic shit. Completely rudimentary. Seungkwan has always been at awe with how you operate. But right now, the problem is not the work.Â
Itâs the work environment thatâs the problem.
âCan someone pass me the stapler?â
Your voice cracks into the tense silence in the office like a cold blade, causing Seungkwan to flinch and look up from his paperwork. The whirring of the printer fills in the void left behind by your voice, with Chan carefully organizing the freshly printed pages with tight lips. Youâre met with no response. He locks eyes with Joshua. The stapler is beside Jeonghan, whoâs running through the program for the event. They share a look of dread.
âWhere is the stapler?â You look up from the table. The clear stiffening of your face upon noticing where the damned thing is forces knots into Seungkwanâs temples. Oh god. Here we go. âNevermind.â
The stupid stapler skids across the table. Itâs been transported from one end to your end. Jeonghanâs eyes are glued to his laptop when he slides it down. Jun is nervously hovering behind him. Seungkwan wants to throw up.
âJun,â Jeonghan calls out. âHow many steps does it take for you to get from one end of the meeting table to the other?â
âIâIâm sorry?â
âCan you try walking from here to the other end of the table?â
Jun is sweating. He hesitantly nods and slowly creaks away from his spot behind Jeonghan, cautious steps towards your end of the table. Three steps. All eyes are on him. Five steps. Seungkwan is not religious but heâs making the sign of the cross. Seven steps.Â
âWow. Ten steps is easier and faster than I thought! Anyway, you can come back now, Jun. I have some questions regardingââ
Swoosh!
Something rockets through the air, missing Jeonghanâs face by a mere inch from its trajectory. Holy shit. It hits the wall behind Jeonghan and crashes into the floor. âMy bad,â you announce. âI wondered how quick itâd be if I threw something from here to there. Itâs definitely faster than just walking.â
Assault. That must be assault. This is insane. This is getting out of hand. Seungkwan canât deal with this shit anymore.
âI canât fucking deal with this shit anymore!â
As he says, the moment you and Jeonghan leave the office to attend your respective classes. Jun takes a hefty intake of air and everyone relaxes almost immediately. âSeriously. Why should we suffer because they canât hold their relationship together?!â he fumes. âIf they wanted to break up, they couldâve done it in private. Iâm sick and tired of walking on pins and needles whenever both of them are around!â
Murmurs of agreement break out. If their Chair was here, they wouldâve been scolded. Thank fucking god heâs at the admin office processing their name change. âThis reminds me of the time my parents got divorced,â Soonyoung offhandedly mentions while fiddling through their budget plan.
Wonwoo narrows his eyes at him. âWasnât that also the time you started perceiving yourself as a tiger as a coping mechanism?â
âYeah.â
âJesus christ.â
âI agree with Seungkwan,â Minghao announces. He had just finished sweeping up the shattered stapler from the ground. âI canât keep up with them anymore. Whenever Iâm with our VCE I have to talk shit about the other. Why donât we just lock them up in a closet so they can fuck and make up?â
A grimace creeps into Chanâs face. âI abhor the image youâve just supplanted into my mind.â
Minghao furrows his brows. âWho told you to imagine them having sex in our dirty storage closet? Weirdo.â Chan is unable to say anything back. âAnyway, how do we fix this? I have to meet with Jeonghan hyung for dinner and Iâm running out of bad things to say about his ex-girlfriend.â
âI thought the plan was to lock them up in the closet?â Seokmin tries to clarify. Theyâre all actually considering it. Seungkwan is sure they have a death wish.
âYou guys canât be serious. Didnât you see Vice Chairâs face when hyung walked into the room earlier? She looked like she was considering murder, I had the fucking chills. We are not locking them in a closet unless you all want it to end with a dead body in our office.â Seungkwan pauses. âThirteen. Thirteen dead bodies if she finds out we orchestrated it.â
âThen what should we do?â Vernon asks. âGet one of them to resign?â
âNo!â Soonyoung interjects. âI canât deal with another divorce!â
Jihoonâs face contorts. âThey arenât your parents. You didnât even know they were together until they broke up.â
âStill,â Seokmin joins in. âI donât want any of them to leave SVT.â
Jun presses his lips together. âI think I saw her drafting a resignation letter earlier.â
There is silence. Then the dawning of realization. Then chaos erupts.
âOh no. Oh no no no no way.â
âWe canât let that happen!â
âLetâs burn her letter before she can submit it!â
âNobody let her near the office!â
Theyâre all behaving like idiots, but Seungkwan has to agree. There is without a doubt that even though your breakup has recently put the organization into an uncomfortably tight spotâ SVT would be done for if either of you leave. Seungcheol hyung canât shoulder everything by himself. The both of you are the bedrock of SVTâs internal and external affairs respectively. Resignation is out of the question.Â
âHeh. Youâre all overlooking something.â
Itâs a new voice. Seungkwan wondered when this fucker would speak up, and heâs making his entrance in a gratingly obnoxious way.
Mingyu is sitting on Seungcheolâs swivel chair in the latterâs absence. He slowly spins it around, facing the rest of the members with the pads of his fingers pressed together. âTo fix a problem, we should find out the root cause first.â Seungkwan wants to hit him, but Mingyu looks like heâs onto something. âNobodyâs resigning. I have a plan.â
*â
Jihoon didnât want to have anything to do with this.
Itâs not his business whoever from his orgmates are fucking around or have completely fucked their relationship. Itâs not his business whether or not you and Jeonghan have the chance to get back together again.
âIf your previous supplier didnât scam us last summer, we wouldnât even be out here right now.â
Yet that is exactly what heâs been tasked to doâ to dig his nose into your business, on a hot day, while having to canvass printing shops in the district. But finding a replacement supplier for your org shirts is the least of his concerns at the moment becauseâ
[Operation We Are Never Ever Getting (Them) Back Together: Kim Mingyu: any update??? have you gotten through her yet?????]
How the hell is he supposed to fish out any information from you about your relationship with Jeonghan?!
âBut these rates are seriously unreasonable. Iâll put this one on the table,â you say, ticking off a box from your checklist and Jihoon is sweating bullets. âWhat do you think, Hoon?â
Sure, you two work pretty well together and you praise his competence any single time you get the chance, but thatâs the problem. You arenât close. Your relationship is strictly professional. Hell, your text convo is nothing but org-related and Jihoon doesnât fucking understand why he has to be the one doing this job when he can give less than two shits about the situation.Â
âLetâs check out the next place on the list first,â he replies. âI think the quality for this one is still better than the previous.
Dealing with someone elseâs relationship problems wasnât part of the job description when he got elected as treasurer. Heâs got his own love life (or lack thereof) to worry about.
âAlright,â you reply with a deep exhale. Itâs hot, and youâre getting tired. Heâs also getting tired. Canât you all just go home? âWeâll take a break first. Letâs continue after getting a drink, but whereâs Mingyu? Did he get diarrhea or something?â
[Operation We Are Never Ever Getting (Them) Back Together: Kim Mingyu: hyung status report plz.] [Operation We Are Never Ever Getting (Them) Back Together: Hoshi: wow we sound like actual secret agents.]
Jihoon feels his head starting to hurt. âIâll text him.â
âThanks.â
Mingyu isnât coming back. Not until Jihoon manages to get something out of you. According to Jun, youâve branded him as âJeonghan-alliedâ (whatever the fuck that means), so thereâs no way youâd be talking if that street lamp is hanging around. âThey went to the same high school! I canât trust bastards from Hyangnam anymore,â Jun quoted from you personally, and they all started wondering what your conjectured alignment for each of them is.Â
However, Mingyu is functionally obligated to tag along with your canvassing venture today because heâs SVTâs business manager and Jihoon has all your org money. Youâre here because you canât stay put unless youâre directly involved in the task. Mingyu asked permission to go to the bathroom earlier to give his comrade an opportunity. That was forty-five minutes ago. Jihoon still hasnât gotten anything from you.
âItâs an emergency, he says. A big one. Gigantic.â Mingyu never said that. Jihoonâs phone is a black screen. âPublic toilets arenât trustworthy. He went to his apartment. He told us to continue without him.â
You grimace with the click of your tongue. âGross. Those god damned Hyangnam bastards. Letâs go. I need something cold.â
Time is ticking, his phone keeps on buzzing, and Jihoon grows steadily more restless by the minute. You two finish ordering and pay for your two lemonades with SVT money. âItâs the least this damn org can do for us,â you say. He fears you might actually resign, and it doesnât do his ever escalating nerves a favor. How does he do it? How does he bring up Yoon Jeonghan without invoking your fury?
âJihoon,â you call out, and he flinches. âWhatâs wrong? Youâve been spacing out since this morning.â
Youâre both sitting on the nice leather seats of the air-conditioned cafe. Being out of the heat seems to have bettered your mood. Maybe he can wiggle something out while youâre pacified by the lemonade and cool air.
âSo, uh,â he clears his throat. His knees are shaking. Shit. This is harder than processing your cash advance for the fucking orientation. He needs to ease it in. To bring it up discreetly. âI never really suspected that you and Jeonghan hyung were dating.â
Regret comes instantaneously the moment the words fall out of his mouth.Â
So much for being discreet. Your face stiffens. Jihoon knows he fucked up badly.
âIâI mean, Iâm not trying to comment on anything, I was just surprised to find out.â Dammit. Wrong move. He might get blacklisted like you did with Mingyu. Heâs not panicking because their stupid operation might fail. Heâs panicking because heâs gonna lose the bragging right of being on good terms with SVTâs intimidatingly unapproachable Vice Chair.
The ice in your drink clinks around. Jihoon squeezes his eyes shut and prepares for the worst.
âGod. I canât believe I dated him in the first place.â
Then he opens one eye. He sees you swirling your lemonade with one hand, the other used as a resting place for your chin before you take a sip from the straw and continue complaining. âI canât stand him. I shouldnât have let him sweet talk me into that first fucking date, that venomous bastard. His face is a weapon. I shouldâve known better than to trust that face.âÂ
Jihoonâs eyes are now fully opened. He discreetly pulls out his phone from his pocketâ the device still constantly buzzingâ and opens his recorder app all while his heart is nervously barrelling against his ribcage from the remnants of his fear. âDid he likeââ Jihoon presses record, ââcheat on you or something?â
âWhat? No way. Heâd never do that.â
âThen,â he continues prodding. âWhy did you two break up?â
âUgh,â you grunt, taking another long sip from your drink before slamming it down the table with a thunk. Jihoon flinches. He secures his phone underneath the table, checking if itâs still recording everything. âDonât get me started. You donât get it, Hoon. Heâs just soââ
Jihoon never expected you to just lay down everything for him. You just continue pouring and pouring everything out like a fountain. A fountain of dirty laundry and too many swear words that his audio recording might get flagged if it gets uploaded online. This...was easier than expected.
*â
Seokminâs eyes are narrowed at his seniorâ zoomed in and in focus as the aforementioned finishes talking to a group of SVTâs new members. Heâs taken a step back with a stack of flyers pressed to his chest. He canât miss anything. He canât miss a single thing.
âThank you! I better be seeing your faces during the event, alright? Enjoy your lunch!â
Jeonghan is giving them the copy of the program for your upcoming Orye and MT. Freshmen. All women, as far as his eyes can tell, and theyâre all giggling after his senior bids them off. Heâs never seen Jeonghan hyung smile at you like that. In fact, heâs never even seen him wave at you goodbye like what heâs doing right now. Has he moved on? Oh no. This is bad. This plan might be ruined before they could even conduct an intervention.Â
âSeokmin, whatâs wrong?â asks Jeonghan, snapping him out from the brink of a spiral of despair. âYou donât look too good. Is the weather too hot? Should we take a break?â
âNâno, Iâm alright! Letâs keep going!â Seokmin needs to know if his hyungâs unnaturally sweet behavior was an isolated case. Thereâs not enough information in the air to make a solid conclusion.
âWell, Iâm not alright,â Jeonghan grimaces. âThe heat is unbearable. Letâs have lunch first, then weâll continue. Go find us a good place to eat.â
A lump grows in Seokminâs throat and he nervously swallows, watching as Jeonghan pulls out his phone and starts typing a message, to the SVT group chat probably to give them an update. Or to one of the girls he was talking to earlier. Shit. âHyung, who are you texting?â he asks. Jeonghan responds with a pause, a suspicious smile, and tells him that âitâs a secret, hehe,â and that he should hurry and look for a nice restaurant because heâs starving.
That wasnât a helpful answer at all. Seokminâs anxiety grows by the second. âWhat...what do you want to eat, hyung?â He should ask more questions later.
âYou pick,â is Jeonghanâs reply with yet another grin that puts him ill at ease. âIâm placing my faith in you Seokmin. It better be a good place.â
Thereâs another lump in his throat. Oh god. This guy sure knows how to pressure people in the weirdest ways. And now instead of prodding around to figure out if his senior has indeed moved on or still has lingering feelings for you, heâs scrolling through his phone trying to look up a good restaurantâ panic-stricken because god forbid he make a disappointing choiceâ while Jeonghan starts talking to another SVT member who just happened to pass by.
âWeâre having it next month,â he overhears Jeonghan speaking, momentarily taking away his eyes from his phone just to see his hyung yet again looking and smiling at the org member with an alarming amount of sweetness pouring out of his eyes. âIâll see you there?â
âYâyesâŚ!â
His observation is cut short by the buzz of his phone. A message bar pops up, covering the top of the screen and preemptively stopping his resto search.
[Operation We Are Never Ever Getting (Them) Back Together: Seungkwan: seok, do we have updates??? jihoon hyung hasnât gotten back to use since thirty minutes ago!!] [Operation We Are Never Ever Getting (Them) Back Together: Minghao: I told you all this plan was hopeless] [Operation We Are Never Ever Getting (Them) Back Together: Kim Mingyu: why is noona telling me to take herbal teas and drink lots of water?????]
âSo, where are we eating?â
Seokminâs bones rattle and the phone nearly jumps out of his hands like a live fish.
âTalking to people is tiring,â he hears his senior lament with a long sigh. âSeokmin-ah, you take over after lunch. Letâs go.â
Go where? He hasnât picked a place yet! Why are there so many food places around campus?! Jeonghan quickly starts walking and, out of even more panic, Seokmin picks a random direction, robotically taking the lead, brain overheating and eyes spinning out of focus until muscle memory lands them across the street of a hotpot place he frequents, just a few blocks away from campus. âOâoh, haha! Hyung, weâre here! Letâsâletâs quickly get inside, yesââ
He stops upon the realization that Jeonghan isnât following him along the crosswalk. When Seokmin turns his head back, he sees Jeonghan staring at the place with a dampened expression. His first thought is maybe Jeonghan hyung doesnât like hotpot. His second thought is maybe he shouldnât be stopping in the middle of the road, so he quickly pads back to the sidewalk.Â
âHyungâŚ? Areâ are you not in the mood for hotpot? Should we go somewhere else?â Seokminâs gut churns, devastated because he had just betrayed his hyungâs trust in finding an acceptable restaurant. Whatâs wrong with hotpot at Red House? Did he have a bad experience here? But his place is so good! He and Soonyoung and Jun hyung have been eating here twice a week, Wednesday and Saturdays, ever since you recommended the place to them as your favorite, andâ oh.
So, thatâs the problem.
Youâve probably eaten here with him too.
âNo, no. Weâre not going anywhere.â Jeonghanâs demeanor suddenly switches gears. He brushes past him with a sudden determined look, not looking back even when Seokmin calls after him.
âHyung, I know another place nearby. We donât have toââ
âLetâs get inside.â
Seokmin has no freaking idea how to dissect or interpret this reaction. Nervous steps follow his senior inside the restaurant, and a server welcomes them both and leads them to a table by the window. âOh, youâre not here with your girlfriend today,â says the waiting staff after theyâve made their orders, and he sees Jeonghan visibly flinch in the middle of passing back the menu. Jeonghan simply responds with a stiff smile. Seokmin is sure that he had just screwed up big time.
Why did the server have to mention you? Why?! Now, he canât help but look at the server with an utter look of betrayal as he sets the ingredients on the table. âIs...is there something wrong, sir?â asks the server with uneasy concern. Seokminâs bottom lip juts out, shaking his head with a sniffle, and thanks the server with a weak voice and tone.
Jeonghan doesnât appear to be faring any better. While waiting for the broth to boil, all Seokmin could do is soak up the steadily deflating expression of his hyung and worry that it might affect the taste of the food somehow. He was pretty sure Jeonghan is already over you, considering he seemed to be mildly flirting with the org members earlier and all. But now heâs not so sure. Not when his hyung is poking his chopstick into a block of tofu with a gut wrenching look of longing.
âHyung...â Seokin makes an attempt. âIâmâIâm sorry for bringing you here, I didnât know it wasââ
âSeokmin-ah.â Jeonghan speaks along with the crank of the stove. âA gente world of advice: donât bring up sensitive topics when the person youâre talking to has a weapon on him. Youâre going to get in trouble.â
The sunlight leaking through the window gives a dangerous glint to the scissors Jeonghan is holding. Seokmin bites his tongue. Jeonghan cuts up the noodles and the two start eating quietly.
Seokmin loves eating. He really does. But this time, every bite tastes like hot sand, and heâs pretty sure heâs going to get indigestion afterwards.
He swallows down another mouthful with the help of a glass of water, and as heâs trying to get the mix of meat and vegetables down his throat, the sound of utensils that were previously clattering suddenly stops. When Seokmin puts the glass down, he sees Jeonghan seasoning the warm broth with salt.
The natural salt that comes out of your eyes when you start crying.
Holy shit, his hyung is crying.
âSorry, I justâ haha, the soupâs a little spicy, right?â
No. No itâs not. They ordered chicken broth. The soup isnât spicy at all.
âHâhyungâŚâ
Seokminâs eyes are now also starting to water. Oh no. Oh no, dear god, what has he done? He didnât mean to bring him here and reawaken stashed away memories. All he wanted to do was find a good place to eat!
âHyung, Iâm so sorry.â
This was a mistake. They shouldâve just had kimbap and ramyeon at the nearby 7-Eleven.
*â
âSo, let me get this straight. One of them did nothing but talk shit about the other for thirty minutes, and the other started crying because Seokmin brought him to her favorite restaurant.â
The SVT officers (minus their Chair and Vice Chars) have reconvened the next day at the office. Their upcoming event isnât a priority right now. The only thing on the agenda is the problem with you and Yoon Jeonghanâ to which Mingyu is trying to wrack his brains in coming up with something in light of their initial investigation.Â
âAfter listening to the recording Hoon sent, I donât think she hates Jeonghan. She sounded like was just nitpicking in the heat of the moment,â says Jun. âIf sheâs still angry at him...maybe she isnât over him yet? Maybe thereâs still a chance?â
All eyes are on Jihoon, who witnessed your rant firsthand.Â
âI donât know. All I can say is that she looked a little sad while talking about him. She didnât add anything else beyond the recording.â Itâs not like the recording was of any help. Most of it was just you calling Jeonghan a son of a bitch, a piece of shit, and so on, as well as a few tangents about Mingyu that he himself didnât quite appreciate. He thought he was your favorite. Like, why are you assuming that heâs on Jeonghanâs side?! They werenât even friends back in high school!Â
He spins the office chair in annoyance. To think he gave you a higher score than Jeonghan on your quarterly evaluation. Maybe he should ask Cheol to take it back.
âWell, if one of them is still on the hook, then thereâs still a possibility that they can still get back together,â Wonwoo conjectures, eliciting murmurs of agreement from the rest.
âDoes this mean we can finally lock them inside a fucking closet?â
âWe are not locking them in a closet,â Seungkwan says. Minghao rolls his eyes at the dismissal. âWe canât do that. But we can bring in some forced proximity in a different way.â
Mingyu stops swiveling the chair. Why is Seungkwan looking straight at him? Wait. Why are they all looking straight at him? His throat tightens. He forces down a swallow. What, what, whatâs the matter, why are they all looking at him?
âOh no!â
Suddenly, Seungkwan starts a one-man drama. He exclaims, an arm jutting into the air before he lets the back of the loose hand drop onto his forehead, stumbling into Vernon whoâs standing next to him.
âI just remembered I have a doctorâs appointment this Saturdayâ the same day where Iâm supposed to accompany our Vice Chairs and Business Manager in checking out the venues! Oh no! I donât think I can make it!â
Right. He along with Seungkwan, Chan, Jeonghan, and you are scheduled to evaluate each of the places on your list so that you can finalize the event venue. Not long after, Chan also breaks into a gasp, catching Seungkwanâs signal. âOh my! I forgot I also, uh, have a thing on Saturday! What a bummer!â
âThen, I alsoââ
âNo!âÂ
Mingyu winces. Heâs shocked. Heâs appalled. Heâs offended. Why is he being yelled at?! Wasnât he supposed to go along with the other two? âYou donât have a thing on Saturday, Mingyu. You have to be there to make sure that things donât go wrong!â Seungkwan tells him, and at first he understands. Heâs goes âoh, right, of course, yeah, sure,â but the moment what that situation entails finally dawns upon himâ the fact that he has to be stuck in between you and Yoon Jeonghan for at least ten hours, maybe moreâ his blood runs cold and his face pales. Thereâs no way in hell heâs dealing with that.
âWhy me?! Why canât Joshua hyung go?â
Joshua answers with an offended look of bewilderment.Â
âHey, itâs your assignment,â answers Jihoon. âAnd it was your idea to try and get them back together again. You have the moral obligation to make sure this shit actually works.â
There is no hope to get out of this. They adjourn the meeting and everyone starts filtering out the officeâ not without giving him looks of sympathy and pats on the back before leaving. âGood luck,â Wonwoo says in passing. Vernon sends him a salute before closing the door. Damn him and his meddling ass. He shouldâve just let your relationship die out for good.
The day of reckoning comes. Itâs five in the morning at the campus parking lot, you and Jeonghan on the opposite ends of his car, and Mingyu already wants to tuck himself in bed for the day. Youâre tapping your feet in impatience, looking at your phone with a glare, while Jeonghan pockets his phone with a sigh and welcomeâs himself into the front seat of Mingyuâs car with a distinct slam. You huff and do the same into the backseat.Â
Shit. This might actually be his last day on earth. Mingyu hurries into the driverâs before either of you yell at him to get moving.
âTell Boo Seungkwan and Lee Chan that theyâre getting sanctioned for this,â grits Jeonghan. Mingyu closes the door and prepares himself for an inevitable six to eight hours of hell.
âThe kids are sick and you want to penalize them?â you interject from the back. Mingyu notices Jeonghanâs jaw clench. He shuts his eyes tight and whispers a few prayers. âYouâre abusing your authority, Mr. VCI. Cut them some slack.â
âNegligence of duty. Section one under General Prohibitions,â rebuts Jeonghan, making eye contact with you through the front view mirror. âFailure to inform ahead of time the inability to do a task or assignment delegated to them shall be considered an act of negligence on the part of the officer. Iâm not abusing any authority, sweetheart. I am acting well within my functions. Itâs too early for this kind ofââ
Silence drops. So does the temperature in the car which at this point feels like negative fourteen degrees. Jeonghan stifles a cough and rolls down the window for air. You look down and flit through the pages of the document you brought. Mingyuâs grip on the steering wheel tightens and he wants to cry.
âCan we go now? Please? We have six places to visit and I really donât want to be driving until midnight.â
âWe can rotate,â you tell him. âLetâs switch drivers after every location.â
Something tells Mingyu that if he lets your explosive temper behind the wheel, this will not only be the last heâll be seeing of his cherished car that his parents got him as a gift for his twenty-first birthday, but this will also be the last heâll be seeing of this mortal realm as well.
âNo, haha, itâs okay,â he answers, finally starting the engine. âYou two have been working really hard for this event so the least I can do is drive.â
âWell, alright. But there better be no more emergencies like last time.â
Mingyu still doesnât know what you mean by that. Nor does he know why youâve been giving him herbal teas and digestive supplements. Anyway, the three of you finally hit the road and proceed to your first stopâ all the way to Daecheon, which will take about an hour if traffic grants them kindness. Jeonghan rolls the windows back up at some point because besides the ice-cold tension between the both of you, it really is getting cold, and the sky has been cloudy since earlier, and the weather app is telling him that thereâs a twenty percent chance of rain. Literally all odds are stacked against him today.
He does live long enough to get through three venues, thankfully. The first one, near Daecheon beach, you complained that the rooms were stuffy and Jeonghan told you to sleep by the âgoddamned beach if you wanted to feel extra fresh.â The second beach location couldnât accommodate your amount of people. The third oneâ the hanok-style villa in Gyeongsang which youâve just finished surveying and which Mingyu thought was really niceâ Jeonghan said that thereâs too many bugs for it to be conducive. You told him to wear a mosquito net âyou fucking princess,â while walking back to the car. At this point, itâs already past four in the afternoon. The eleven hours of being trapped in a car with your ex-boyfriend is probably finally getting to your head.
âYou really could care less about your membersâ well being as long as we do what you want, donât you?â
âI wasnât bitten by a single mosquito there. Youâre just making problems up to discredit myââ
Itâs getting to Mingyuâs head, too. One more minute in this enclosed space with the both of you and heâs jumping out the window.
âAnyway, letâs head to the next location,â you say with a sigh. âWoodland Springs Resort. Luckily, itâs only an hour away.â
Mingyuâs knuckles twitch on the steering wheel. âI canât. I canât do this anymore.â
He catches your face through the mirror, brows furrowed with a frown. âMingyu, let me drive this time. Youâve been at it for hours.âÂ
âSheâs right. Go sit in the back, we can take over.â
He has. Heâs tired and annoyed and exhausted by the constant fear that you two might actually make a murder scene out of his precious car, that heâs pretty sure that him driving would soon become a road-risk. It would be fine, right? You two have probably expelled your energy, anyway. Or at least about to. Worst case scenario is that Jeonghan hyung pisses you off and youâd expertly crash the car in a way that would only kill him and leave you two alive.
âOkay,â Mingyu weakly breathes out. âIâm gonna rest my eyes for a bit.â
He opens the car and gets out. So do you. So does Jeonghan. The three of you are out of the car. The math isnât mathing.
âWhat are you doing?â you ask Jeonghan.
âIâm taking the wheel,â he simply says, already making his way over to the other side of the car.
âWhat are you talking about, Mingyu was talking to me.â Youâre fast. Fast enough to swat away Jeonghanâs hand from the door handle to the driverâs seat. Jeonghan tightly presses his lips together and releases a huff of air. You look at him with sharp eyes with no intention of moving. Mingyu is literally, physically, and positionally caught in between this shit and he wishes he shouldâve just floored it.
âIâm driving,â Jeonghan asserts. âYou look barely awake, yourself. Do you plan on crashing us or something?â
The worried undertone completely flies over your head. âAre you saying Iâm a bad driver?â Mingyu really doesnât want to witness this argument at this proximity right now. Jeonghan sighs and digs into his hair.
âNo, I just want you toââ
Crâack! Boom!
Suddenly, thereâs thunder.
And when thereâs thunder, thereâs rain.
Pshhhhhhh!
âOh, for fuckâs sake!â
âHurry and get in, letâs goââ
Mingyu really wanted to yell at that moment. Thankfully, the sky beat him to it.
It starts pouring. The three of you scramble back into the car.
All things considered, you all decided that itâd be too dangerous to stay on the road, taking into account the weather and exhaustion and all, so you looked for a nearby inn through Google Maps and Jeonghan drove you there (yes, he won in the end and youâre still bitter in the backseat).Â
Boom! Another round of thunder, and the rain just continues to pour harder and harder. At this rate, you guys wonât be able to check out the rest of the locations today. Meaning, his prison sentence is bound to be extended. God freaking dammit. Mingyu continues to bitterly lament while rushing into the cabin inn. The door jingles upon entry. He lets out a sigh of relief upon being saved from the rain.
âHi, good evening! Do you still have any rooms available?â
Youâre there at the front desk doing your thing, being the externals head and all, while he and Jeonghan wait behind, damp and uncomfortable. He can see his hyung getting more and more impatient by the second, tapping his wet soles against the wooden flooring with his arms crossed. Mingyu can only sigh and hope to take a meditative shower soon, once youâve booked the three of your rooms.
âAh, yes,â says the lady behind the front desk. She looks at you, then spares a glance at him and Jeonghan in all their soggy glory, before flitting her eyes back at you. Okay what the hell. He knows they look terrible right now, but that was just rude. âWill it be for the three of you? Unfortunately, we only have one room left available, maâam, peak season and all, and itâs only good for two people.
âThatâs fine, weâll takeââ
âOh, Iâm sorry,â Judgemental Front Desk Lady interrupts. âI meant a maximum of two people can occupy the room. Itâs our policy.â
Well thatâs stupid. The hell were you guys supposed to do, then? Run back to the car, get even more wet in the process, and look for another place to stay in this stupid weather? Mingyu can practically see a vein throbbing on the back of your head. He catches your shoulders lift and drop along with an exhale, a momentary pause before you respond. âCanât you make an exemption? The weather is terrible outside and we really need a place to stay for the time being.â
Mingyu decides to look over and see how the other ticking time bomb is faring, but when he leers over to the side, Jeonghan is no longer beside him. Wet footsteps against wooden floors can be heard. He snaps his head back to the front desk and sees his hyung walking up to youâ placing his arm around your freaking waist when he lands next to you, and alarm bells suddenly go off in Mingyuâs head.
âBabe, whatâs the problem?â
Goosebumps prick all over his body.
What.Â
What the fuck?Â
âWhatâs wrong?â
Mingyu rubs his eyes, thinking that he just saw (and heard) wrong, but no. Yoon Jeonghan has indeed reigned claim over your waist. The fuck? He refocuses into your expression, expecting you to look disgusted and send a kick to his hyungâs shin, but that doesnât happen. Instead, you flash a look at Jeonghan, then back to the receptionist, peering down at the desk surface where her hand is resting, before looking back up at Jeonghan and nudging yourself closer to him with a sigh. What in the everloving fuck is going on?
âTheyâre saying that only two people can stay inside the room,â you lament. âThis trip really isnât working out for us. After our disaster of a honeymoon, the last thing I thought would happen was for us to get stranded in Gyeongsang in the middle of a storm.â
âLetâs just go look for another place to stay, sweetheart.âÂ
âBut itâs pouring outside! I canât let you drive in the weather. Itâs too dangerous.â
Honeymoon? What? What the hell is this improv sketch? Why the fuck is his hyung giving you the lovestruck eyes and why are you letting him look at you with lovestruck eyes? Why are you lovestruck-eyeing him back?
âOh, youâre newlyweds?â asks the receptionist, and Mingyu didnât think his eyebrows could scrunch up any further until he heard Jeonghan agree.
âWe just got married last week,â he says with a sickeningly sweet tone.Â
âHow lovely!â
âActually, we just came back from our honeymoon at Geoje Island,â you add. âItâs a long trip, and we wanted to get home as soon as possible, but that...wasnât exactly an option for us.â Suddenly, you turn your head back to look at him. Now, youâre all looking at him. Why are you all looking at him? This is fucking scary.
You lean into Jeonghan and whisper something into his ear. A look flashes on Jeonghanâs face. He doesnât like this look.
âBrother, can you please give us a moment?â
Thereâs a pause. Mingyuâs mouth is hanging slightly ajar and he hesitantly points to himself. Brother? Me? Jeonghan nods and smiles and returns his attention back to you and the receptionist. The three of you are talking about something. In a significantly lower volume. While sending him looks of remorse in between. What the hell are you two bullshitting about now?
Not long after, Mingyu sees the lady drop a room key into your hands and sends you off with a smile. âSecond floor. Thank you, and have a great evening!â
âThanks!âÂ
Mingyu isnât exactly sure what just happened or how it happened, but at least you have a place to stay for the night? When the three of you hike up the stairs and spot the room with 203 labeled on the door, Mingyu decides that he needs to know what you fuckers talked about. âHow did you do it?â He blocks the door before you could open it. âI thought only two people could use this? How did you get us the room?â Jeonghan and you exchange a look before relenting.
âYour fiance called off your engagement and you were so depressed that you followed us all the way to our Geoje,â you blankly respond.
âOur parents are on vacation so you couldnât go to them. We were kind enough to let you third wheel on our honeymoon,â adds Jeonghan. Mingyu blinks. âBut on the way back it started raining, so weâre stuck here for the moment. We noticed a wedding ring on Soonjaâs finger, so it was pretty easy to get her sympathy.
Soonja. You even know the ladyâs name, holy fuck. At least that explains the pitiful looks sent his way. But Mingyu is still very much perturbed. The hairs on his arms are still standing. âYou two are con artists,â is all he can say back.
You roll your eyes and toss the key to him. âHey, it got us the room.â
âRight,â Mingyu grunts, catching it mid-air. âYouâre both so good at lying, even Iâm starting to think youâre still married.â
The doorknob clatters open. You and Jeonghan quickly jump away from each other, and Jeonghan loses the steady hold he had around your waist since earlier. Mingyu stifles a grin. The alarm and embarrassment on both of your faces makes this dayâs worth of stress all worth it.Â
âHurry up and get in! I need a shower and a change of clothes, gosh.â
Fortunately, you three prepared extra articles of clothing for the trip, having anticipated sweat from the heat instead of getting pissed on by the rain clouds. Unfortunately, Mingyu lost at rock paper scissors so he gets to shower last. âThereâs a drying rack in the bathroom,â you tell them upon exiting, a towel to your head before plopping down on the bed next to the window.Â
When Mingyu finishes showering, he hears you and Jeonghan arguing over something again. Cheolâs voice can be heard somewhere too. Upon re-entering the room, he spots you two occupying the floor right by the bed, a laptop sitting on the mattress thatâs showing a very tired Seungcheol trying to cut in between your yelling.
âIn hindsight, I think the beach in Daecheon is our best option. The kids can run around more freely there.â
âNo, you were right about the mountains. The hanok-style villa is better suited for our event theme. We can just add bug repellent to our budget plan.â
âListen to me for a secondââ
âYouâre the one whoâs notââ
âThis could have been an email,â says Seungcheolâs choppy voice thanks to the shitty reception. Yeah. Mingyu isnât dealing with this. Over twelve hours of being a third party to your arguments is already enough, thank you very much. He drops down the unoccupied bed, already getting comfortable, and uses the nonstop swearing next to him as a lullaby.
Weird enough, itâs an effective lullaby because Mingyu slept like a rock. He yawns, stretches out of bed thanks to the early morning light through the curtains waking him. Itâs clear out. The windows have watery dots painting it from the aftermath of the rain.
Itâs pretty outside, Mingyu notices, but thereâs something more eye-catching than the pretty natural scenery of the mountainside.
The laptop is still on and laying on the bed, pushed further to the edge with a low battery notification obscuring the open document of the eventâs program that heâd seen Jeonghan preparing in the car yesterday. But whatâs occupying most of the mattress is the both of youâ you and Jeonghanâ with your printed documents scattered around, surrounding a sight that he probably isnât meant to see.
Youâre laying on Jeonghanâs arm as a pillow, face turned to the side and slightly tucked into chest. Jeonghanâs chin is buried into the top of your head, his legs tangled with yours and the blanket has been kicked off the side. The morning light is showering the both of you like a spotlight. Mingyu snaps a picture. The kids are gonna eat this shit up.
*â
Itâs the day of the event, and Choi Seungcheol has not slept a wink since last night.
There were some last minute things he needed to take care of. Game props, printouts, and powerpoint presentations he forgot to quality check until ten in the evening. Grocery shopping for snacks, and an error in the bus booking. The works. But none of that matters now. Theyâve all been settled, everyone has made it to the hanok villa in Gyeongsang in one piece with no asthma attacks nor heart related concerns occurring, and not once had you and Yoon Jeonghan argued ever since last night.
To be honest, itâs freaking him out a little. He wasnât the only one who had to pull an all-nighter. His two Vice Chairs had to suffer with him too and the both of you have been extremely civil to the point of unease. Itâs weird. Itâs eerie. Like right now, as you two are welcoming the lines and lines of members in hanboks and traditional attire with matching smiles and pleasantries. You run out of program printouts and ask Jeonghan if he has any left, he gives you a stack, and the exchange ends without even a scoff, a swear, a mock, or even a look of derision.
This is...ominous, to say the least. Itâs like the calm before the storm. Choi Seungcheol cannot rest easy.
âWhat the fuck is going on with them?â
It seems like he isnât the only one whoâs noticed. Currently, itâs lunchtime. Theyâd just finished presenting the constitution, bylaws, and internal rules and regulations of the organization. Now, theyâre queueing up the kids to the food table.Â
Among the ushers are you and Jeonghan. Standing next to each other. You arenât arguing but you arenât talking to each other either. Joshua is the one who brings it up to the small group preparing the drinks right nowâ him, Soonyoung, and Vernon. If Joshua doesnât know the reason for your sudden civility, then no one does. Junhui gets interrogated too, but he provides no answers, only confusion. âWow. Wild,â is all Jun remarks. They have no idea if you two have made up, have settled your differences, have gotten back together, or all of the above.
Itâs fucking with him, especially after weeks of being perpetually on the edge because of your cold war. Seungcheol calls Mingyu to a corner while everyone else is in the midst of preparing for the next part of the program. Mingyu jogs over, mildly scared and mildly confused.
âHyung,â he calls out. âWhatâs up?â
âOur two Vice Chairs,â Seungcheol starts. He looks over at the center field where the members are sitting. Chan and the rest are still handing out the paper slips. He can still interrogate Mingyu. âYou went with them for location scouting. Did something happen between them?â
Mingyu looks taken aback. âUh.â He stiffens. Seungcheol narrows his eyes at him.
âKim Mingyu.âÂ
âDefine âsomething,ââ Mingyu delays.Â
Now, this is suspicious. He definitely knows what that something is. Choi Seungcheol isnât gonna let him off without squeezing the information out of him. âI donât know,â he huffs. âAnything that could explain why theyâre acting likeââÂ
Seungcheol points in a direction. Mingyuâs eyes follow the trajectory, and his gaze lands on a very alarming scene: Yoon Jeonghan sitting on one of the monoblocks, Yoon Jeonghan seeing you pass by, Yoon Jeonghan standing up, Yoon Jeonghan stopping you with a tap on your shoulder, Yoon Jeonghan offering his seat to you, Yoon Jeonghan leaving the scene and busying himself with some other task, after you had taken his seat.
âLike that?â
Mingyu is now sweating. âUhhhh,â he hesitantly drawls. Then his eyes dart around. Until he spots Seungkwan pass by with a stack of boxes. âCan I talk to my lawyer first?â
âMingyu.â
âLetâsâletâsâletâs get back to work, hyung! I have to goââ
He attempts to chase Kim Mingyu down. Attempts. Because Mingyu suddenly has the speed of a track and fielder and drags Seungkwan away into the accommodation building, the hanok, and heâs suddenly pulled back by Chan, whoâs holding a box containing two or three small pieces of folder up papers. âHyung,â Chan starts. âItâs your turn to pick.â
Seungcheol furrows his brows. Drat. Kim Mingyu has escaped. âPick what?â
âYour manito. Duh,â Chan answers. Itâs the box heâs been passing out since earlierâ a box filled with the names of all the attendees and whoever you pick out, youâre tasked to take care of them throughout the entire trip and pay them special attention. For relationship building, according to Jeonghan, when he pitched the idea. Seungcheol is aware of this mini activity, but he didnât know heâd be participating. He stares at the remaining three papers. âHurry up. I still have to give the rest to Seungkwan and Mingyu hyung.â
âShow me some respect,â he scolds, picking out a random name. âThey ran inside. Storage, I think.â
Chan hums in acknowledgement and takes the box away. When heâs left, Seungcheol rolls open the piece of paper. Looking at the members gathered around the field right now (who are listening to the intermission number prepared by Seokmin and Jihoon) he notices that a few of the kids are already getting pretty chummy. He sighs, pretty sure that he picked out a new member thatâs most probably three years younger than him. How is he supposed to overcome the generation gap? Wonât the kid find it weird if this old man suddenly starts acting close?
Much to his initial relief, a familiar name greets him. Yours, in big bold letters. Thatâs...thatâs pretty doable. His favoritism for you is already blatant to the point that Soonyoung gets jealous. Youâd been working hard since, wellâ the moment youâve been a member of fucking SVT. He can just tell you to sit and rest and transfer your tasks over to the other guys.
âHey.â
Seungcheol calls out to you, whoâs sitting on the seat Jeonghan gave away earlier. Seokmin and Jihoon are hyping up the crowd (mostly Seokmin), but youâre hunched over in your seat, massaging your temples while looking over a document. âChair,â you snap up, visibly tired and stressed (and unrested, by the way). âA few members are absent, so the number of members for each group for the team building later are mismatched. Should we keep it as is, or should we transfer some of them?â
A pang of guilt hits him. Christ, heâs been taking advantage of your competence and diligence. âTransfer, but leave that list with me. Iâll take care of it.â He lays a hand on your shoulder, urging you to go rest inside one of the hanoks for now. âYou didnât even nap on the bus. Go get some sleep. Iâll ask one of the guys to wake you before team building.â
You look up at him, smiling. Oh, his poor successor. Heâs been overworking you to the bone. âWill do, Chair. Thanks.â
He mirrors your smile, watching fondly as you walk into one of the houses. Itâs all warm and sweet. Until itâs not.
Seungcheol jolts. He feels a chill run down his spine. What the fuck?Â
He whips his head around, startled by the sudden cold flash. Then, from a few feet away, he spots Jeonghan, preparing the multicolored handkerchiefs for the team building, but has stopped arranging them by color because he is glaring daggers at him. Hello? What in the world? Heâs about to approach, but then he staggers in his steps upon seeing you pass by Jeonghanâs station.Â
Jeonghan stops working, circling from behind the station to say something to you. You say something backâ something thatâs enough to tighten Jeonghanâs expression, and Seungcheol knits his brows. He canât hear what you two are talking about, but heâs pretty sure itâs an argument. Oh god. It is an argument. Youâve got your angry face on and Jeonghan is raking his hair. Oh no. You two have been so well-behaved. Youâve been getting along so, so well lately. Is he at fault for ruining your peace?! How was he supposed to know your ex-boyfriend is a jealous bastard?! He was just doing his task and being nice to you!
âThere goes all our progress.â
Seungcheol snaps his head back to see Jun. Heâs sipping on a juice box, a leftover from lunch. Thereâs a good amount of disappointment in his face. âProâprogress?âÂ
Junhui pulls down the juice from his mouth, shaking his head. âHyung. Youâve ruined everything.â
Now, what the fuck is this cryptic bullshit? Jun just walks away, leaving even more crumples in Seungcheolâs brain. Seokmin and Jihoonâs performance is about to end, the mic screeches, and an applause breaks out, but heâs still debating on what to do. Should he pry information out of Jun? Or run after the both of you? However, he gets to do neither because at the end of the intermission, Seokmin does something off-course.
Heâs supposed to pass the mic to Seungkwan by now, to announce the short break before team building. But Seungkwan isnât here, and Seokmin is still holding the mic, and the crowd is still cheering. He meets eyes with Seokmin onstage. A bad feeling hits his gut. And since the breakup meeting that happened a few weeks ago, Seungcheol has learned that whatever his gut is feeling is unquestionably correct.
âThe show isnât over yet! Letâs give it up to our dependable, hot, and arguably aging Chairpersonâ Choi Seungcheol! Woohoo!â
This.
This was not part of the program that he remembers approving.
âChoi Seungcheol! Choi Seungcheol! Choi Seungcheol!â
This was definitely not part of it at all.
âAgain, give it up for Mr. Chair!â
Illitâs Magnetic, Vivizâs Maniac, and KIOFâs Midas Touch later (with his face mimicking a red and ripe cherry), Seungcheol was finally allowed off the stage. âWow! Thatâs our Chair, everybody! Who knew he was hiding this kind of charm?â Seungcheol wants to die. Seokminâs voice is cheery in the microphone, but his officer suddenly turns his face away from the mic to whisper something to him. âHyung,â Seokminâs voice is suddenly grave. âI got a text from Seungkwan. He says he canât find the VCs.â
Oh, fuck this. Heâs going to kill himself.
âTellâtell the kids weâre gonna have some free time first before proceeding to the team building.â Seokmin nods. Seungcheolâs face is still very very hot, but he swallows the embarrassment aside for now to deal with this problem. You and Yoon Jeonghan canât just disappear. Youâre both leading two teams for the games. Well. Maybe he can give you a pass, but Jeonghan is still needed out there. He feels unreasonably wronged by him too for that glare earlier.Â
Seungcheol marches into the hanok. He spots an equally stressed looking Seungkwan inside the living area. Mingyu and Jihoon are there, too. So are Joshua, Vernon, and Chan. Why are they all here? Theyâre supposed to be preparing for the team building. These kids are slacking.
Heâs gonna give them an earful later. For now, thereâs a bigger issue to solve. âWhere are the two?âÂ
âWe donât know!â Seungkwan exclaims. âWeâve been looking for them too.â
He hears a sniffle come from one of them. Itâs from Soonyoung. âThe last Iâve seen them, they were arguing.â Seungcheol gulps. MaybeâŚby any chanceâŚthat may have been his fault? âThis happened with my parents too. And they came back with divorce papers.â
âStop projecting your unresolved familial trauma onto them,â Jihoon sighs. âThey arenât your parents.â
âIâve sent a text to Wonwoo and Minghao hyung,â Vernon brings up. âMaybe theyâve seen them.â
At that moment, Minghao enters the living area. Seven heads snap to his direction. Minghao stops in his tracks. âWhat?â He looks awfully relaxed, not looking as though he had just dealt with two ex-lovers who say they hate each other and that itâs over, but have too much sexual tension for their assertion to be believable. In fact, he looks quite at peace. Satisfied, even. Accomplished. This is fucking suspicious. âIsnât it time for the team building activities?â
âHao,â Seungcheol starts. âHave you seen the two Vice Chairs?â
Minghao looks at them. Thereâs a pause of anticipation. Thereâs literally no reason for this suspense build-up. âOh,â Hao exhales. Why are they all waiting for the pin to drop? âI did.â
What they hear next, they never could have been prepared for.Â
âI locked them in a closet.â
The pin has dropped.Â
Seungcheol is the first to speak up.Â
âYou...you what?â he starts. âCome again?â
âThey were arguing,â Minghao shrugs. âI got annoyed.â
Seungkwanâs mouth is hanging open. âYouâ you got annoyed,â he stammers. âSo youâŚâ
âLocked them in a closet,â Minghao finishes. âYeah.â
It doesnât hit them at first. Then it does. It hits them hard.
They all exchange looks. In a matter of soundless seconds, they immediately run to the direction Minghao just came from. What does he mean he locked you and Jeonghan in the closet, why would he lock you two in the closet, locking you two in the closet is a recipe for shit-eating disaster, does he want Yoon Jeonghan to fucking die?
âShit, what if Jeonghan hyung is dead?â
At least theyâre all on the same page. They come to a screeching halt upon reaching the room at the end of the hallway, but there is no sign of either of you. The only semblance of humanity within the vicinity is Wonwoo, who is sitting at a table, headphones on, laptop open, and typing without a care in the world.Â
Seungcheolâs eyes dart around the room. Closet. Closet. Thereâs an indication of a sliding door at the opposite wall. He walks up to it, hesitantly with shaky steps, his heart hammering against his chest. The others inch behind him in caution. Sweat starts trailing down from his forehead. He reaches out for the handle, one hand outstretched, and thenâ
âI wouldnât open that if I were you.â
Wonwooâs voice cuts through the tension. He freezes. They all look back at the man by the desk, unaffectedly writing his documents, the sound of keyboard clicking filling the gaps in the air. âWhy?â Seungcheol chokes out. Thunk. Their heads snap back to the closet. He feels Soonyoung clutch him from behind.
âThere was yelling from in there until a moment ago,â is Wonwooâs simple answer. âI think theyâve moved on to something else.â
Another tense pause fills the room. âWho...who was yelling?â Jihoon raises. âWhat kind of yelling? Why didnât you check if anything was wrong?â
Wonwoo wrinkles his nose, momentarily taking his eyes off from the laptop to give their huddled group a look of disgust. âAnd risk walking in on them making out or something? No, thanks.â Then resumes what heâs doing. They all look at each other. Surely, that canât be the case, right? Youâve got more pride on your shoulders than to fold for Yoon Jeonghan just because of some contrived forced proximity. Itâs more likely that youâve found an opportunity to strangle him. To kill him in cold blood. Which is why theyâve all run here out of concern right now.
âWhy would there be yelling if theyâre making out?!â Mingyu exclaims, concerned.
âI donât know the kind things theyâre into,â Wonwoo leers at them. âAnd frankly, I donât want to know.â
âThen...what are you doing here, hyung?â Vernon prods. âOf all places.â
Once more, Wonwoo stops typing to grace them with an answer. âThis is the only spot with good reception.â This feels like a fever dream. Seungcheol does not know what to do. His attention is directed back to the closed closet door, hearing another...thud coming from within. He locks eyes with Seungkwan. And then Mingyu. And then Jihoon. Holy shit. In his four years of Chairmanship over SVT, this, by far, has been his biggest obstacle yet.
The officers before him never warned him about this. What exactly is the best course of action here? What would result in the least amount of emotional, mental, and physical repercussions? Leave the door alone? Unlock it and witness horrors untold? Thereâs still an event they have to manage. Seokmin is probably freaking out outside right now. Yet here they are, watching the unmoving and locked closet door with uncertainty and caution, like itâs an oracle that will show them the way, that will give them a command to do something. Anything. And, much to their surprise and horrorâ
âMr. Chair.â
It does.
âWould you please unlock the door?â
The oracle is wearing the sound of your voice? No, wait. It is your voice. From behind the door. âHoly shit,â he hears one of them hiss out from behind. Holy shit indeed. Seungcheol knows better than to test your temper. Quickly, he reaches out for the handle, clicks it open, and a force stronger than his slides the door gaping and completely open, revealing the dark and until interiors of the closet.
You emerge from the darkness. So does Jeonghan. Alive. Unstrangled. Maybe? Thatâs up for debate because there are some visible marks on his throat. Seungcheol pretends not to see.Â
âWâwelcome backâŚ?â Soonyoung hesitantly drawls out. You walk out from the closet, Jeonghan trailing behind you slightly from behind. Youâre both still wearing the in theme hanboks, but the fabrics are clearly disheveled. And loose. And Jeonghan is hooking his fingers on the hand lagging behind you. And looking at the back of your head with a concerning amount of heart eyes.
You donât mention a thing about it. âI believe we are behind schedule,â you simply say. âTeam building, right? Letâs head off to our posts now.â
They donât say anything about it either. Seungcheol clears his throat, creaking his body back to the direction of escape. âYâyes. Everyone is waiting.â The rest follow. You all exit the area except for Wonwoo, whoâs still doing his work. When Seungcheol turns back to check on you twoâ you know, just in caseâ he immediately regrets it.
Jeonghan is still a step behind you. But he leans slightly forward, dipping his head down to reach your ears. His mouth moves, whispering something. A silent laugh cracks through your features. A laugh. Not once has laughter occurred since the beginning of this predicament. Not a. Single. Instance. You bump your elbow against Jeonghanâs chest. Jeonghan continues to move behind you with a thin smile on his face.
He sees nothing. They see nothing. They leave the house. They immediately scatter to inhale fresh, free air.
âHyung! Oh my god where have you guys been?! The members are waiting!â
An unspoken agreement was formed. There will be no further mention about this occurrence. Not a single word.Â
*â
âTODAY IS SEPTEMBER 27, 20XX. THE MEETING WILL NOW PLEASE COME TO ORDER. Mr. Secretary, please call the roll.â
âYes, Mr. Chair. Please say âpresent and votingâ once your name is called to be acknowledged.âÂ
Itâs the first Executive Board meeting after SVTâs Orientation and Membership Training. The agenda for today is just a feedbacking session on the said event. Seungcheol yawns, not bothering to cover it up with the clipboard and Seungkwan sends him a dirty look for it. Wonwoo carries on with the roll call, one after the after stating their attendance for the meeting today. Itâs the same routine for the most part. Seungcheol glances at the empty spaces on both his left and right. He taps on the table with a pen impatiently.Â
âSecretary, yours truly, present and voting,â Wonwoo drones one. The two seats are still empty. Seungcheol digs his pen into the wooden surface. âVice Chairperson-External?âÂ
No answer. Wonwoo continues.
âVice Chairperson-Internal?
Still no answer. Wonwoo continues.
âChairperson, Mr. Chair?â
âPresent,â Seungcheol gruffs. God damn it, where the hell are you and Jeonghan? This feels like a rerun of their group traumatic experience last week. âProceed.â
âYes, Mr. Chair. There are twelve out of fourteen officers present. We are in quoââ
The door swings open.
You and Jeonghan enter in a hurry.
âWeâre sorry weâre late!â
Again. Seungcheol feels the horrible, wrinkly slap of deja vu. His eyes follow while you and Jeonghan rush to your seats, out of breath and in a hurry. Joshua has stopped flicking origami frogs on the table. Seokmin and Mingyu pause in between chair spins. Junhuiâs mouth is glued to the latte straw while darting his eyes wide back and forth, between you and Jeonghan. And Minghao cannot be bothered by any more relationship problems.
Wonwoo clears his throat. âFourteen out of fourteen officers present, Mr. Chair,â he amends.Â
âYes, thank you,â Seungcheol sighs out. âSeeing that we are in quorum, it is now legal for us to conduct business. Mr. Secretary, will you please read to us the agenda for todayâs meeting?â
Much to his surprise, the meeting proceeds quite...smoothly. Wonwoo reads out the agenda. No objections. They start the feedbacking session. No problems. The incident with the closet is not even mentioned. Not once. Not even a hint despite the shared knowing looks when Seungcheol asks if there are still more matters to discuss.
âNo more, Mr. Chair,â Vernon confirms. Seungcheol nods. This is going awfully well. Whenâs the curveball going to hit him? When? âThank you, Mr. Auditor. Since there is nothing else on the agenda, letâs proceed to announcements.â He looks at his clipboard. Thereâs only one thing scribbled under announcements. Itâs not his handwriting. Seungcheol squints. âLee Chanâs...poolâŚbarbecue...dance party on the 29th?â
Thereâs a pause. Seungcheol looks up from the clipboard.
âWhat is this?â
All eyes are on Lee Chan. He looks like he enjoys the attention. âLee Chanâs pool barbecue dance party on the 29th,â he answers, as a matter of fact. âYouâre all invited.â
This is the curveball heâs been expecting. Seungcheol feels a knot in his temples. âHow many times do I have to say this?â he releases a heavy breath. âAnnouncements on the order of business are reserved for org-related announcements. It is not an opportunity for you to invite everyone to your parties, nor to your outings, nor to your nephewâs baptismal shower, Soonyoung.â
The man in question swallows down a gulp. Seungcheol sighs for the nth time.
âI hope that is crystal clear.â Heâs so done. Heâs so tired. When is adjournment coming? Why canât it come sooner? âAnyway, do we have any other announcements? Relevant announcements, rather.â Seungcheol sees you with your arm up. He feels a rush of relief. âYes, Ms. VCE, you are raising your hand?â
You put your hand down, allowing it to rest gingerly on the table when you say, âThank you for the acknowledgement, Mr. Chair.â You look like your usual selfâ in between smiling pleasantly and staring blankly. Seungcheol nods, prodding you to continue. You do. âI would like to put the matter of my resignation on todayâs table, Mr. Chair.â
âOh, yes, the matter of yourââÂ
A screeching halt. Seungcheolâs tongue stops working. He stares at you, wide-eyed.
âSorry, can you repeat that?â
âMy resignation.â You pull out a white, ghostly envelope from somewhere. His throat tightens. âI am filing it today and hoping for its immediate attention.â
Itâs like time stops completely. The entire office is frozen. They wait for you to say itâs a joke. Any moment now. Please.
âMr. Chair?â you call out. âAllow me to repeat. I will be resigning from my position as Vice Chairperson-External. What process do we need to undergo to finalize this?â
You donât say itâs a joke. You are dead serious.
âNo?!â
âDidâdid I hear that right resâresâresignaâhiccup!â
âBreathe in, Seokmin. Breathe out. Yes thatâsââ
âWhy would you do this to us?! Why?!â
âOh my god, itâs happening to me again, itâs happening to me againââ
âWhat do you mean resignation, what the hell are you talking about?â Seungkwan shoots up from his seat, slamming his palms against the table in distress. âArenât you two back together?! Why would you resign?!â
Itâs a mess. Itâs a room of hysteria and panic except for you, him and Jeonghan. Seungcheol is trying his best to...understand. To not throttle you and shake you violently because why? Where did he go wrong? Has he not been treating you well enough? Did he need to compliment you more? Do you need more compensation?Â
Whatever the reason is, youâre looking awfully calm being the recipient of manic yells and hyperventilated cries of anguish. Jeonghan, too, is quiet. Heâs just seated there, arms on the armrest, like he is in a completely different room altogether. Seungcheol narrows his eyes at him. Did he do this? Did he talk you into resigning? That bastardâ how could he! Seungcheolâs heart is broken, not just once, but twice. First, from his dearest protege. Second, from his (formerly) trusted right hand man.
âAhem.â
Before things could get worse (i.e. Soonyoung and Seokmin full-on sobbing and begging on their knees), you catch their attention. You look at them, calmly, and, with a carefully enunciated voice, begin your piece that brings all of them to silence.Â
âI sincerely apologize for the trouble that our personal issues have caused to SVT,â you begin, a singular glance at Jeonghan. Seungcheol bites his tongue. Traitor. Evil man. Evil jealous man. âI am well aware that my recent behavior has led to some lapses in the organizationâs operations, clearly seen in the management of our latest event. We have all heard the feedback, the concernsâwhere things went wrong. As you have witnessed, it is quite difficult for us to separate our personal feelings from our professional work here in the org, which was the root of most of our experienced problems.âÂ
That is not true! No one has the best work-life balance than you! Granted, there was an issue just earlier in the month, but Seungcheol can overlook that! He can overlook it as long as you take back your resignation, and take on his spot as Chairperson next semester!
âWhich is exactly why Iâm resigning,â you decisively say. Shit. âThere were a lot ofâŚingredients that eventually led to the unforeseen outburst between Mr. VCI and I during one of our previous meetings. One of those ingredients was my affiliation with the organization. The rest of the details can be found in my resignation letter. Thank you for allowing me to serve thus far.âÂ
Itâs like a needle pricked most everyone in the room and left them deflated. Chan looks sunken. Even Jihoon. Minghao just looks like heâd been expecting this. Kim Mingyu looks like he cannot accept this.
So he jerks out of his seat, springing to his feet, and points an accusatory finger at Yoon Jeonghan.
âYou!â Mingyu shrieks. âSay something!â
âHyung,â Seokmin adds onto the pile. Heâs choked up and about to cry. âAre you just gonna let this happen?â
For the first time since, Jeonghan finally speaks up. But his tone isâŚsourer than expected. âWhat do you want me to say?â he starts. It makes everyone jolt. âThat youâve been overworking my girlfriend since freshman year to the point that we started arguing about it because sheâs been skipping meals and sleep and taking care of herself just to manage the org?â
Even you flinch. Thereâs an apologetic look on your face, but thereâs no denial.Â
Jeonghan lets out a sigh. Oh, Seungcheol realizes. Oh. Oh, crap. Maybe. Maybe he and SVT had a lot more to do with your breakup that he initially thought. The workload. The shit you had to catch and bury with your bare hands whenever the org had problems, had too much to do, had one person in mind to fix up any messes made. Maybe theyâve been relying on you too much. Maybe heâs been relying on you too much and Yoon Jeonghan noticed that.
Of course Jeonghan would notice that. Heâs been dating you under their nose for god knows how long. That explains why Jeonghan would suddenly act pissy towards him. It was whenever youâd been tossed in a sinkhole of work.
Once more, you clear your throat. âI have immense attachment to this organization. However, my priorities have shifted. I am sincerely grateful and sorry, but I hope all of you understand.â
It starts clicking inside each head, one-by-one. Itâs slow. Itâs hard to accept, but they eventually do. Seokmin eventually stops sniffling. Soonyoung stands up to give you a hug. This was a loss for all of them. All of them except you and Yoon Jeonghan.Â
âHyung, but why arenât you resigning?âÂ
Jun pokes the bear one last time. Itâs a question in all their heads, and Jeonghanâs expression alone isnât enough to answer it.
âJun-ah, do you want me gone?â Jeonghan replies, a little too seriously. They freeze. Then he laughs. âItâs going to be difficult to re-elect someone at this point, so Iâll be taking over some of her workload for the remainder of the semester. The rest of you should do the same as one last thank you to our now outgoing VCE. You owe her that much, at least.â
Before Jeonghan can start nagging, you quickly overtake his field of vision from his left. âDonât worry, Iâll be finishing up my pending tasks, Mr. Chair. I will also be leaving some notes behind for everyoneâs ease ofââ
âWhat did I tell you about being more considerate to yourself?â the one from his rightbutts in. âThese kids can handle it on their own. You donât have to micromanage them. Iâm begging you, stop overworking yourself.â
Okay, he sharply inhales through his nose. Seungcheol gets it. They all get it. No need to act all sweet in front of their faces and during org hours. Itâs sending shivers down his spine. All of their spines. None of this spine shivering is healthy. âPlease leave your resignation letter on the table. We will give some time for the other officers to read and consider it before making a final decision during the next meeting.â
You smile. âThank you, Mr. Chair.â
âThank you for your service, Ms. VCE.â
It hurts him to say this. It really does. You were the perfect successor. Now, who the hell from this pile of twelve men is he supposed to pick to be the next Chairperson? Does he have toâ god forbidâ retain his position?
Seungcheol lets out a sigh.
âMeeting adjourned. You are all dismissed.â
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â§.* heartbreak girl; csc one shot.
synopsis: Seungcheol struggles with his feelings for his best friend, y/n, who is caught in a complicated relationship. As he watches her suffer from heartbreak, he finds it increasingly difficult to conceal his love for her.
paring: seungcheol x fem! reader.Â
genre:friends2lovers
warning/s:mentions of substances (alcohol) some minor sexy stuff, but not much really.
word count:Â 8.6k
content:Â . non-idol idolings, big brother Joshua. asshole boyfriends yk. Cheol is painfully in love.
note: non edited prob weird typos, xo.
Seungcheol stood outside the bustling cafĂŠ, the familiar sound of laughter and chatter spilling through the door like an intoxicating aroma. He had been meaning to meet his friends here for a while, but his heart wasnât in it tonight. Instead, it felt heavy, aching at the thought of herâY/n, his best friend and the girl who had unknowingly stolen his heart.
They had grown up together, their lives intertwined like the branches of the old oak tree that sat as the bridge between their childhood bedrooms. Seungcheol had always been protective of y/n, watching from the sidelines as she navigated the ups and downs of her life. But just recently, something had shifted between them, a current of unspoken words and emotions that neither dared to acknowledge.
He pushed open the door and made his way through the crowd, scanning the room until his eyes landed on her. Y/n sat at a corner table, her hair cascading over her shoulders, lost in conversation with another friend. But Seungcheol could see it in her eyesâthe flicker of worry, the slight downturn of her lips. He knew her better than anyone, and lately, she had seemed off.
His heart raced as he approached the table, steeling himself for the inevitable conversation. âHey, Soojin, Y/n.â he greeted, forcing a smile despite the turmoil brewing inside him.
âSeungcheol! You made it!â Y/n exclaimed, the warmth of her voice wrapping around him like a comfort blanket. But as her expression shifted to one of concern, he could see the cracks behind her cheerful facade.
âYou okay?â he asked, unable to hide the worry in his own voice.
âYeah, just... a lot going on,â she said, brushing it off. âNothing I canât handle.â
Seungcheol glanced at her friend, who seemed to sense the underlying tension and quickly excused herself. The moment of solitude felt charged, and Seungcheol knew they needed to talk.
âListen, if somethingâs bothering you, you can tell me,â he urged, leaning forward. âIâm your friend, Bunny. I want to help.â
She sighed, running a hand through her hair. âItâs just... Alex, dating has been, and itâs... complicated. I think he might be seeing someone else.â
Seungcheol remembered when Y/n first started dating her current partner, he was alright, nothing special compared to the girl who was standing in front of him.Â
past
When he first met y/n boyfriend she had just gotten back from college for the weekend as Seungcheol stepped onto her front lawn waiting inside patiently next to y/nâs brother Joshua, he was considering running down the sidewalk to her when a guy appeared out of the front seat to hug her mother. It was in a flash of a moment he knew this guy was her boyfriend.Â
Seungcheol's heart sank, but he tried impossible hard to maintain a composed exterior. He forced a smile and greeted y/n with a wave as she approached, her boyfriend trailing beside her. Joshua nudged Seungcheol gently, giving him an encouraging nod.
"Hey, Seungcheol!" y/n called out, her voice filled with genuine warmth. "It's so good to see you!"
"Good to see you too, Bunny," Seungcheol replied, his voice steady. "How is school, my little scholar?"
"Itâs been great, but Iâve missed home, especially your momâs cooking," she said, glancing at her boyfriend. "Oh, Shit. I should introduce you! This is Alex."
Alex extended a hand towards Seungcheol. "Nice to meet you, man."
"Nice to meet you too," Seungcheol said, shaking his hand firmly. He noticed how Alex's grip was strong but not overbearing, a sign of confidence and respect.
The four of them stood there for a moment, the air filled with unspoken words. Joshua, sensing the tension, quickly suggested, "Why don't we all head inside? Mom made us some lemonade. Feel free to spike it yourself."
Of course they all agreed, and as they walked towards the house, Seungcheol couldn't help but steal a glance at y/n. She seemed happy, and that was what mattered most to him, even if it meant watching from the sidelines.
Inside, the house was filled with the comforting aroma of freshly squeezed lemon, probably just a room spray her mom thought would make her lemonade pop more, which helped make Cheol smile even more. y/n's mother greeted them with a warm smile, her eyes twinkling with joy at having her two kids home. The group settled into the cozy living room, the atmosphere gradually easing into one of laughter and shared stories.
Seungcheol listened intently, contributing when he could, but mostly observing the dynamics between y/n and Alex. He noticed the small gestures of affection, the way they seemed to understand each other with just a glance. It was clear they shared a deep connection.
As the evening wore on, Seungcheol felt a mix of emotions. There was an undeniable pang of that little green monster creeping in, but also a sense of acceptance. He realized that y/n's happiness was the most important thing, and if Alex was the one who brought that to her, then he would do his best to support her wholeheartedly.
Later, after many sneaks to Joshuaâs hidden liquor, too many slices of pizza, and card games, they all stood on the porch saying their goodbyes, y/n gave Seungcheol a tight hug. "It really is good to see you, Seungcheol. Don't be a stranger, okay?"
"I won't," he promised, his voice sincere. "Take care of yourself, y/n."
âYou know I always do,â she gripped onto his sweatshirt sleeve, and flashed her award winning smile his way, âAnd if I find myself in need of a body guard Iâll be sure to call you.âÂ
With one last wave, Seungcheol watched as she and Alex walked down the driveway, hand in hand. He sighed softly, turning to Joshua who gave him a sympathetic look.
"Come on," Joshua said, clapping a hand on his shoulder. "Let's go get a beer, bro. My treat."
Seungcheol nodded, grateful for Joshua's friendship. As they walked away, he couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope. Life had a way of surprising you, and he knew that his story was far from over.
A few months had passed now and finally the sun was shining brightly as their friend group gathered around the picnic table, laughter and chatter filling the air. Plates of food were being passed around, and the aroma of grilled meat wafted through the garden. Which sure, sounded a little gross, but it was just another sign of the changing of seasons, but not the changing of where his heart was gravitating. Y/N was in her element, flitting from one group to another, her energy infectious.
Seungcheol watched her from a distance, like he usually would, holding a fond smile on his lips. He couldn't help but marvel at how effortlessly she brought people together, how her presence seemed to light up even the most simple of places.
"Hey, earth to Idiot!" Y/N's voice broke through his daydream. She was standing in front of him, hands on her hips and a playful glint in her eyes. "Are you ready for our trip tomorrow?"
He grinned, nodding enthusiastically. "Of course. Wouldn't miss it for the world."
"I knew youâd never disappoint me!" she exclaimed, her smile widening. "It's going to be the best one yet, I can feel it. Something about the smell of the rain this year tells my heart the flowers will be perfect.â
Seungcheol chuckled, captivated by her excitement. "You and your weird as fuck sixth sense about flowers," he teased gently.
She punched him playfully. "Hey, don't underestimate my flower intuition. It's never wrong. Itâs like how you always can for some reason tell how many people got a draft beer before you based on some fucked up freshness level you created. I mean we could always take a bet and see who everyone thinks is more insane.âÂ
As the evening wore on, they continued to chat and laugh, the anticipation for their trip growing with each passing moment. The backyard was now filled with the soft glow of fairy lights, casting a magical ambiance over the gathering. And Seuncheol was still sitting with Y/n listening to her talk on and on about her new weird interests.Â
"Remember the first time we went on this trip?" Y/N asked, her gaze distant as she reminisced. "We got lost for hours, and you were so convinced that we were going to get mauled by a bear or a cougar or something?âÂ
âWe didnât have gas or cell service. I feel like it was a fair assumption to make.â Seungcheol smiled, feeling slightly embarrassed remembering how he embarrassed himself around her even though heâs sure there were worse incidents.Â
âBut, we were at a reststop.âÂ
âBut it was pouring rain, y/n. Come on.âÂ
âFine, Iâll let you have it,â she ruffled her pretty hands through his hair âI still think youâre silly.âÂ
âYouâre always so mean to me, when I do everything for you.âÂ
âItâs just so easy.âÂ
âBy the way,â Seungcheol rubbed his slightly sweaty palms on his jeans, âWhereâs Alex this weekend?âÂ
âUh,â Y/n gave him a soft smile that he wasnât so convinced was real, âWith his parents in Antigua I think? Not sure, some weird beach vacation. Sounds boring.âÂ
Seungcheol raised an eyebrow, sensing the underlying tension in Y/n's tone. âAntigua, huh? Must be nice,â he replied, his voice deliberately casual, though he couldn't help the hint of envy creeping in.Â
Y/n shrugged, her smile flickering momentarily. âYeah, I guess. But honestly, Iâd much rather be here, hanging out with you guys. This is way more fun. And donât tell Josh, but I miss seeing him every day.â
âSeriously?â Seungcheol asked. âI mean, itâs a tropical paradise, and youâd choose me and your brother over that?â
âAbsolutely,â she said, her gaze meeting him with sincerity. âWhy would I want to be stuck on a beach when I could be here, laughing and just⌠being ourselves? This is way more my style.â
Her words warmed him, but a knot of unease tightened in his stomach. âSo, no Alex for the weekend, then,â he said, trying to keep his tone light. âIs that a good thing or a bad thing?â
Y/n bit her lip, a flicker of thought crossing her face. âHonestly, I donât know. I guess itâs a bit of both? Itâs nice to have some time to myself. But⌠you know how it is.â She trailed off, her eyes drifting away as if contemplating something deeper.
âYeah, I do. Relationships can be complicated,â Seungcheol replied, his heart racing at the opportunity. âIf you ever need to talk about anything, Iâm here for you. You know that, right?â
She turned back to him, and her expression softened. âThanks, Seungcheol. That means a lot.â
As the evening wore on, Seungcheol found himself lost in conversations with old friends and making new ones. The atmosphere was warm and inviting, a perfect reflection of Y/N's spirit.
Later, as the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, Seungcheol and Y/N found themselves talking through their open childhood bedroom windows.Â
"Thanks for always being there, Seungcheol," Y/N said softly, her gaze fixed on picking at her nails..
He watched her, his heart swelling with affection. "Always, Y/N. That's what friends are for."
She leaned her head on her hand, and they stared at each other, both hoping that no matter where life took them, they would always have each other.
At that moment, Seungcheol realized that sometimes, the most beautiful places were the ones you were at with the people you cared about the most.
As Seungcheol sat in his dimly lit room, the flickering glow of the y/nâs Scooby-Doo night light shone in his window, transporting him back to the warmth of Y/nâs presence. He could picture her room perfectly: the walls adorned with posters of their favorite shows, remnants of their laughter still hanging in the air. It had always been a haven for herâa place where her dreams intertwined and her deepest secrets were shared.
Years passed quickly, and that cherished tradition of celebrating their friendship had drifted away like fall leaves caught in a breeze. Life took them in separate directions, and despite the countless apologies Y/n sent his way, Seungcheol could never quite shake the feeling of loss. He always believed that she knew how much those moments meant to him; her absence felt like a missing piece of his heart that was waiting to be filled.
While he tried to move on, dating a variety of girls who were kind and entertaining, none of them were Y/n. He often found himself comparing their laughter to hers, their quirks to the little things he cherished about her. It felt like an act of treason against the relationships he pursued, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop the old feelings from creeping back into his heart.
As he reflected on it all, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. Why couldn't he just let go? It was foolish to cling to a childhood crush on your best friend's little sister that seemed to grow more distant by the day. But deep down, he sensed that what he felt for Y/n was something more profound than a simple infatuation. She was his first crush, someone he confided in, and the keeper of so many memories that covered his soul with nostalgia and warmth.
It was during one of those restless nights, when the weight of her absence pressed heavily on his chest, that he made a decision. Seungcheol had to reach out to Y/n. No more waiting for the right moment or hoping for a chance meeting. He needed to tell her how he felt, how much he still cared, and how he longed for the connection they once shared.
Building up his courage the moment turned into an eternity as he waited, and just as doubt began to creep in, his phone buzzed, it was her calling him as if he had manifested catching up with her.Â
Seungcheol's heart raced as he saw Y/n's name flash across the screen. Just the sight of it sent a jolt of anxiety through him, he pushed it down and tried to take it as a reminder of all the times they had spent together, laughing until their sides hurt or sharing secrets late into the night, almost like excitement. He hesitated for a moment, his thumb hovering over the accept button, uncertainty warring with excitement.Â
But before he could overthink it any longer, he pressed "accept" and set his phone to the speaker. âY/n?â
âCheol!â Her voice was bright, and it ignited something deep within himâan undeniable longing. âI canât believe I finally caught you. Iâve missed you so much, sorry for the phone tag, I have been so fucking busy.Â
âIâve missed you too,â he replied, his voice steadier than he felt. âItâs been way too long. I was just thinking about texting you when you called.â
âI feel bad for not making it home to see you lately,â she admitted, a hint of regret in her tone. âBut.. uh, Iâd love to fix that. How about we get together this weekend, like we used to? Maybe invite Soojin? Joshua?âÂ
âLetâs do it.â A smile spread across his face. âWe can go to that bar we used to sneak into and catch a show legally now?âÂ
âSounds perfect. Do me a favor?â she said, genuine enthusiasm shining through her words.
âYes?â he waiting on the other end of the line hearing her giggling slightly to herself.Â
âWear that old Sonic Youth t-shirt you have?âÂ
âWhy would I wear that?âÂ
âNot sure. I just like that t-shirt. Please?âÂ
Seungcheolâs heart swelled at the thought of being with her again, but he also felt the weight of unresolved feelings pressing on him. Theyâd both changed, but would the bond they shared still resonate the same way? Would she see him as just her brotherâs friend or as something more?
As they continued to chat, Seungcheol tried to gauge her tone, the way she spoke about her life, the little nuances that indicated where she stood. Y/n spoke about college, her friends, and of course Alex.Her enthusiasm was infectious. But every laugh pulled him further back into the past, to the innocent moments when everything had felt so uncomplicated.
âHey, Y/n,â he ventured, his heart beating a little faster as he gathered his thoughts. âIâve been meaning to ask⌠How are you handling everything? I know things have changed for both of us.â
Y/n paused, and he could almost hear her brain processing the question. âHonestly? Itâs been a bit of a whirlwind. Iâm still figuring things out, but having people around who care makes it easier.â
âYeah, I feel that,â he said, wishing he could just lay bare his feelings, let his heart spill out the way they used to share their secrets. âYou know, Iâve always been here if you need someone to talk to.â
Her voice softened, and he could sense the shift in the conversation. âI know, and I appreciate that, Cheol. Youâve always been there for me, just like⌠well, I cant think of something always there for something else, but you get it..â
They fell into a comfortable rhythm again, but as the call slowly wound down, Seungcheol felt a flicker of resolve.
As they said their goodbyes, he heard Y/nâs voice resonate with warmth, and for a moment, the distance between them felt almost non-existent. âSee you this weekend, okay?âÂ
âYeah, Iâm looking forward to it,â Seungcheol replied, his heart racing at the endless possibilities that lay ahead.Â
Closing his phone, he let out a deep breath, a smile breaking across his face. The connection he had yearned for was just around the corner, and as he lay back on his bed, he knew that this time, he wouldnât hold back.Â
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His heart sank at the words, a wave of frustration washing over him. âYou deserve so much better than that,â he said, trying to keep his voice steady. âDonât let anyone treat you like youâre not worth it. How do you know heâs cheating on you?
Y/n took a shaky breath, the anguish evident in her expression. âIâve seen the signsâthe late nights, the changing passwords, the way he ducks away when I try to talk about us.â She paused, her voice cracking slightly. âI just feel it deep inside, like this gnawing instinct that something isnât right.â
Seungcheol felt his protectiveness swell within him. The thought of anyone treating her poorly made his blood boil. âThose signs arenât just coincidence, Y/n. People shouldnât make you second-guess yourself like that.â
She looked down, her fingers tracing the patterns on her jeans. âI donât want to jump to conclusions, but the more I try to brush it aside, the more it eats away at me. I just wish I had the strength to confront him.âÂ
âYou do have that strength,â he urged, leaning closer, wanting to make eye contact to convey just how serious he was. âYouâre stronger than you think. No one should keep you in the dark or make you feel like you have to doubt yourself. But if you need my help or anyone elses you know you can ask us right? You donât have to fight it alone. Is that why youâve been avoiding us lately?âÂ
âYeah and Iâm sorry Iâm embarrassed. But what if Iâm wrong? What if I confront him and it turns out Iâm just being paranoid?â A single tear slipped down her cheek, and she wiped it away in frustration, the vulnerability on display pulling sharply at Seungcheolâs heart.
âY/n, youâre not paranoid; youâre being cautious. People should earn your trust, not break it. If he really cared about you, heâd be open and honest, not leave you guessing.â Seungcheol felt a surge of emotion, desperately wanting to help her see the truth. âYou have every right to bring up your concerns. If he reacts poorly, thatâs a huge huge fucking red flag.â
She nodded slowly, another tear escaping despite her efforts to contain them. âI just donât want to lose more than what I already feel like Iâve lost.. I just donât know what to do, I guess. Iâm sorry Iâm ruining our fun.â
At that moment, Seungcheol couldnât help but reach out, gently cupping her chin with his fingers so she would look up at him. âYou are never ruining our fun, by telling us how you feel. Remember, youâre the one who deserves to be valued, not just by him, but by everyone in your life, especially those who say they love you.â
Their eyes locked, and he felt a change in the air around themâa connection that transcended the conversation that was sinking like a stone. âYou deserve love that lifts you up, that makes you feel secure. Not a relationship that makes you doubt your worth and changes your life poorly.â
âCheolâŚâ she started, but he could see the struggle in her eyes, the facade of strength crumbling as the truth sunk in. She was scared, scared of the possibilities, but perhaps also scared of how much this all mattered to her.
âIâll be right here with you, no matter what happens,â he promised, his voice steady despite the tumultuous emotions swirling inside him. âWeâll figure this out together. You donât have to face any of it alone.âÂ
Y/n's expression softened, and the tension in her shoulders eased just a little. âThank you. It just helps to know someone cares I guess.âÂ
Seungcheol nodded, yearning to break through the last barriers between them. âIâve always cared for you, Y/n. Always. And Iâll keep caring, no matter what.â Even as those words left his mouth, he felt a weight in his chestâhe wanted her to see just how much more she meant to him than mere friendship, but the time for that would come later. Right now, she needed a friend in her corner, and he would be that friend, no matter what. âShould we have a drink now?âÂ
She smiled at him again, giving him a side hug. âYes, maybe some shots too?âÂ
Seungcheol immediately got to his feet and winked as he bee-lined for the bar standing next to Joshua and Soojin, filling them in on his conversation with y/n. The three of them didnât mention it the rest of the night, but just made sure to give her the best time dancing and forgetting about her shitty relationship issues before the alcohol settled in her system too much and Cheol had to carry her home.Â
Joshua unlocked their front door and slid into the house quietly rushing in the three other party goers in hopes not to wake his mom up considering it was a work night.Â
Y/n brother pulled her shoes off and rested them at the front door, basically begging Seungcheol to carry her up to her bedroom so he could go get Soojin some pajamas and change his sheets for her in his room which Cheol obliged being the most sober.Â
As he was carrying his friend to bed she looked up at him, her eyes shining with unshed tears. âI know Iâm drunk, but I donât want to get my hopes up only to be disappointed again. I just... feel so lost.â
Seungcheol felt a pang of concern as he adjusted his grip on her, his heart aching at the vulnerability etched across Y/n's face. He knew the night had been a whirlwindâfilled with laughter, dancing, and fleeting moments of joyâbut now, as he carried her up the stairs, her honesty pierced through the haze of alcohol.
âHey,â he said softly, trying to keep his voice steady and reassuring. âItâs okay to feel lost. Youâve been through a lot. But just remember, you have lots of people riding for you.Â
Y/n blinked slowly, her features wavering as she processed his words. âI donât want to burden you,â she admitted, almost whispering. âI donât want you to be sad because of me.
Seungcheol paused just outside her bedroom door, carefully shifting her weight so she wasn't too uncomfortable. âYouâre not a burden, Y/n. Friends support each other. Thatâs what we do.â
Her lips trembled slightly, and she looked down, tears pooling in her eyes. âI just... I wish I could see things clearly. I want to believe itâll get better, but Iâm scared it wonât.âÂ
He took a deep breath, choosing his buzzed words carefully. âItâs natural to feel scared. Change is intimidating, especially when it comes to relationships that have been so significant in your life. But that doesnât mean you canât start taking the steps to find what you really deserve. Like we talked about earlier. Youâre worth that big true love, Y/n, even if you canât see it just yet.â
Looking into her eyes, he noticed the flicker of hope battling against the weight of her sorrow. âYou deserve to feel loved, celebrated and so fucking cherished, not just tolerated. And trust me,â he added, trying to inject a touch of warmth into his words, âthe right person will come along, maybe they already have. Youâre incredible.â
Y/nâs gaze held onto his, searching for truth in his words. âDo you really think so?âÂ
âYes, loser,â he affirmed, nodding. âIâve been singing your praises for years, remember I did write a letter to Harry Styles trying to get him to go out with you when he was still on X-Factor so until that person comes along, Iâm right here.â He started moving again, gently pushing the door open with his knee.
As he stepped inside, he carefully laid her onto the bed, her comfort a priority in the quiet space. âJust rest for now. Tomorrow is a new day. You donât have to worry about anything tonight. Just let it go.â
She looked up at him, her expression softening as the corners of her mouth edged toward a small smile. âThanks, CheolieI donât know what Iâd do without you.â
âYouâll never have to find out,â he assured her, tucking the blanket around her. âYouâre stuck with me now.â He grinned, feeling the lightness of the moment wash over them, dispelling some of the heavy emotions lingering in the air.
She laughed softly, a sound that melted some of the tension from his chest. âOkay, but just for tonight! Tomorrow, Iâll have to start figuring things out. And can you do me one more incredibly annoying awkward favor that we never have to speak of again?âÂ
âDeal,â he replied playfully. âDepending on how embarrassing it is?âÂ
âCan you help me put on my pajamas? Or at least unbutton my shirt for me, Iâm so warm and too drunk to care right now.âÂ
Seungcheolâs eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly masked his shock with a teasing grin. âWow, is y/n too drunk to get undressed herself, itâs bringing me back to when you had your senior party.â
Y/n shrugged, her cheeks slightly flushed from the alcohol and the sudden vulnerability of the moment. âIâm serious! I canât get the buttons right now,â she grumbled, a laugh escaping her lips as she realized just how ridiculous the request was.
âShut up, itâs fine.â he said, trying to maintain the playful spirit of the moment while also respecting her boundaries. âBut you have to promise me you wonât regret this in the morning.â
âHow could anyone regret that the night star football player and homecoming king four years running Choi Seungcheol took their clothes off?â she replied with a slight smirk. âCan we actually stop fucking around though and focus on getting me comfy so I can pass out without feeling like Iâm wearing a fucking straightjacket.â
âDidnât know you thought so highly of me,â he smirked back, trying to suppress his nervousness. Carefully, he shifted to sit beside her on the edge of the bed, ensuring he kept the atmosphere light and respectful. âIâll work my special magic.â
He helped her sit up and, taking a deep breath, gently began unbuttoning her shirt. With each button he opened, he focused on keeping his movements steady and casual,trying not to touch inappropriately whatsoever, stealing glances at her face rather than her torso. âSee, Iâm not so bad at this, right? Even being out of practice.â he joked, trying to ease any tension in the air.Â
Y/n chuckled softly, her laughter lightening the mood. âYeah, youâre doing great. Just stop making it weird.â
âMe? Make it weird? Psh.â he teased back, his heart racing slightly as he continued, relieved that her demeanor was playful. As the last button came undone, he carefully helped her shrug the shirt off, revealing a soft bra top underneath.Â
âYou literally just confessed to not getting laid in a long time, weirdo. Too much information.âÂ
âGod, shut up, I did notâ he said, letting out a sigh of relief as he set the shirt aside. âMission accomplished.. But itâs a good look, just so you know.â
âYouâre just buttering me up to make me forget this moment, Cheol,â she replied, a mischievous glint in her eyes despite her slightly vulnerable state.
âWouldnât dream of it! This moment is going straight into the archives as âThat Time I Helped Y/n Get Ready for Bed,â he said, crossing his arms defiantly.
Y/n giggled, shaking her head. âYouâre ridiculous.Â
Seungcheol felt warmth radiate in his chest at her words. âAnd youâre worse,â he said genuinely, his smile softening. âNow get some rest, cutie. Iâll be right downstairs if you need anything else.âÂ
âYou can stay here if you want? Joshua is sleeping on the couch because Soojinâs in his room.âÂ
âOh, uh. Iâll be alright on the floor downstairs. You get some sleep okay?âÂ
âGoodnight, Cheolie,â she whispered, nearly missing him calling her an affectionate name, her eyes fluttering shut as the warmth of sleep began to envelop her.
âGoodnight, Bunny.â He watched her peaceful expression for a moment, then stood up from the edge of her bed and made his way to the door, feeling a strange mix of emotions. On one hand, he felt pride in being there for her, but a flicker of longing stirred inside him, reminding him of how much he truly fell in love with her.
As he stepped out into the hallway, he leaned against the wall, contemplating going back in there and comforting her for the night but also how it could affect their friendship and the feelings that lingered just below the surface. Tonight wasn't just another night; it felt like a turning point. Seungcheol had no idea where it would ultimately lead, but for now, he was grateful to be her anchor, even in the midst of uncertainty.
The next morning rolled in like a thunder cloud for y/n, she remembered walking home, but not much after that. She sat up under her pink fuzzy blanket in nothing other than her bra and skirt she had on the night before, her hair smooshed up on the back of her head like a pancake.Â
She couldnât remember how she had gotten there but whoever took her upstairs left a glass of water on the nightstand and two tylenol. She smiled, grateful people have always looked out for her like this. Downing the two white pills and the entire glass of water she shot up and headed for the bathroom, walking in non- chalantly thinking nobody was behind the white door. As she turned the knob a voice came ringing in her ears.Â
âJosh I told you- Oh,â Seungcheol was shirtless with nothing but his wet hair cascading down his face and his towel wrapped around his body parts.â Y/n sorry.. I was just uh.. Finished.âÂ
She slapped her hands over her eyes whispering a sorry and running back into her room, feeling a blush hit her cheeks.Â
Y/n's heart raced as she slammed the bathroom door shut and ran down the hall slamming her bedroom door shut her back against it, her mind swirling with embarrassment. She could practically feel the heat radiating from her cheeks as she replayed the scene in her head. How had she not realized Seungcheol was right there?Â
After taking a moment to collect herself, she peeked out through her fingers, her heart still pounding. âNo, no, no. Why did I have to walk in like that?â she muttered under her breath, doing her best to calm the embarrassment bubbling up inside her. She could still picture Seungcheolâs surprised expression,Â
With a deep breath, she reminded herself to take it easy. âYouâre both adults.And your friends like it, it's fine. Mistakes happen,â she whispered, trying to rationalize the embarrassment.
Y/n slowly shuffled back to her bed and flopped down face-first into her pillow, groaning. âWhy is this my life?â she lamented silently, wanting to sink into the depths of her blankets and hide from the world altogether.
After a couple of minutes spent wallowing in her own pity, she finally sat up and took stock of the situation. She had to laugh at herself; if anyone could handle a little awkwardness, it was definitely Seungcheol.
With newfound resolve, she decided to brush off the incident. After all, she couldnât stay cooped up in her room forever, and eventually, she would have to interact with him.Â
Rubbing her eyes, she stood up, her body still feeling a bit wobbly from the residual effects of last night. She padded over to her wardrobe and found a comfy oversized sweatshirt and a pair of pajama shorts to throw on. Just as she was finishing zipping up the sweatshirt, her door creaked open, and she heard Seungcheolâs voice.Â
âUh... hey, Y/n?âÂ
She froze, heart racing at the thought of confronting him after their embarrassing encounter. âY-yeah?â she replied, trying to keep her voice steady.Â
âI just wanted to check if you were okay. I heard you might have had a bit too much fun last night,â he said, his tone laced with gentle teasing but lacking the usual bravado.Â
Y/n felt her cheeks warm again, but she twisted the moment into playful sarcasm. âYeah, I clearly have my life together. Who wouldnât want to walk into a bathroom with a half-naked guy?âÂ
His laughter echoed, and she couldnât help but smile despite herself. âWell, I wasnât exactly expecting a guest, either.â
âSo, uh, thanks for... you know, taking care of me last night.â
âOf course,â he said softly, his voice filled with sincerity. âIâll help you with whatever.âÂ
She nodded, feeling a warmth spread through her chest at his words. âYeah, but still! I really appreciate it.âÂ
Seungcheolâs smile faded slightly, replaced with an earnest expression as he leaned against the doorframe. âY/n,Itâs not a big deal. Iâve been doing it for years, I donât mind.âÂ
She bit her lip, feeling that familiar flutter in her stomach at the intensity of his gaze and the sincerity behind it. âFor real, Cheol. Thanks. I mean it. Just accept the sincerity.âÂ
âAlright, alright,â he said, breaking the moment by giving her a grin, âWant to get some breakfast or something? Iâll whip us up something..âÂ
âThat sounds great,â she agreed, âBut, I actually have something I need to go do today. How about I see you later? A movie or something maybe?âÂ
âYeah, you know where to find me.âÂ
âOf course.âÂ
If today was going to be the most awkward day of her life, fine. She could handle it. Now arming herself with coffee, she had the feeling it was going to turn out just fine.What started with a flustered memory could lead to deeper conversations, and maybe even something more. First she had to confront Alex about his infidelity and then she can go back to these thoughts. Still, she giggled to herself as she thought about itâthis was definitely going to be a morning theyâd both remember.
Y/n parked her car in front of Alexâs apartment complex, her whole drive here she made up fake conversations to have with him in her head some of her intrusive thoughts started to get to her as she imagined much more crazy ways of how to confront him, but she knew sheâd cry. She knew how hard it would be for her no matter what his answer was, yes or no, but she had to do it.Â
Somehow she knew either way that she may be grateful it gave her the courage to break up with him in general.Â
Getting out of the car, Y/n felt a mix of determination and fear. The weight of unresolved emotions pressed down on her chest as her shoes tapped against the pavement. She took a moment to inhale deeply, trying to steal a bit of calm before walking through the threshold that would dictate the direction of her life. She climbed the few steps to Alexâs building and pressed the intercom buzzer.
After a few moments, a crackling voice came through. âWho is it?âÂ
âItâs Y/n,â she replied, her voice steadier than she felt.
âY/n? Oh, hey babe.! Come on up!â The excitement in his tone gave her a strange mix of hope and dread. Would he be as cheerful when they talked about the mess that had unfolded?Â
When she reached his door, she hesitated, heart racing. Did she really want to do this? But even as the question surfaced, she felt the guilt gnawing at her. She owed it to herself.
Gathering her courage, she knocked. After a moment, the door swung open, and Alex stood there, looking casually handsome in a simple tee and jeans, a wide smile on his face. âHey baby, Itâs so good to see you. I thought you were hanging with your brother this weekend?âÂ
âHey,â she replied, forcing a smile, even as her stomach churned. âCan we talk?â
âYeah of course. Come in,â he said, stepping aside to let her through. As she entered, a rush of familiarity enveloped herâhis scent, the slight clutter that was reminiscent of their time together. It should have felt comforting, but instead, it ignited a sense of dread.
She followed him into the living room, where the remnants of his gaming session littered the floor. The sight pulled at her heartstringsâhow many times had they shared moments in this space? But those memories felt crushed by the deceit that loomed over them now.
âWanna drink something? I just made coffee.â he offered, heading toward the kitchen.
âNo, Iâm okay, thanks.â Y/n tucked her hair into the back of her sweatshirt, feeling uncharacteristically fidgety. âAlex, I really just need to talk.â
âWhatâs on your mind?â He settled onto the couch, beaming with an eagerness that pitted her stomach against her better instincts.Â
She took a breath, the words sticking in her throat. âI... um, Iâve been doing a lot of thinking.âÂ
âYeah? About what?â His expression shifted to curiosity, and she suspected he had no inkling of the storm about to descend.
âAbout us, about everything thatâs happened,â she started, trying to gauge his reaction. His smile faltered just a bit, and her heart sank. âI found out about the other girl.â
His demeanor changed instantly. The confident glimmer in his eyes vanished, replaced by confusion. âY/n, Iââ
âLet me finish,â she interrupted, her tone firmer than she anticipated. She crossed her arms, drawing strength from her resolve. âI donât want to hear excuses. I just need to know if you even care at all about what this does to our relationship.â
âI do care! I didnât mean for it to happen.â He looked defensive, yet Y/n couldn't muster sympathy at this moment.Â
âDidnât mean for what to happen? To hurt me? To also keep her a secret?â Her voice was steady, but her chest tightened as emotions swelled within. âHow many times did you lie to me? How can I trust anything you say now?â
âY/n, please. It was a mistake. I never wanted to hurt you,â he pleaded, his expression shifting from confusion to desperation.
âAnd yet, here we are!â she raised her voice,, feeling the anger rise, mixed with a sorrow that threatened to spill over. âI donât know if you understand how this makes me feel. I didnât deserve to be anything less than faithful.â
âOh and your brothers friend is jus-âÂ
âShut up for one goddamn second.âÂ
Alex opened his mouth in surprise, as if he was about to argue, but Y/n pressed on, the truth spilling out. âIâve been trying to convince myself that we could make it work, that youâd change. But the more I think about it, the more I realizeâitâs not just a mistake. Itâs a choice you made. You donât actually love me enough to just be with me.âÂ
âY/n...â he started, but she cut him off again, her gaze unwavering.
âIt made me realize I deserve better than what youâve given me. I need to take care of myself.âÂ
An overwhelming silence consumed the room. Alexâs face hardened as he processed her words, the reality of what was happening sinking in.Â
âI just... I thought we had something special,â he muttered, hurt flickering in his eyes.Â
âWe did,â she whispered, a pang of regret cutting through her. âBut thatâs the thing, Alex. You fucking ruined it.â
Tears threatened to spill from her eyes, but she squared her shoulders. âWe have to break up.âÂ
âY/n, wait. I can change. I swear! Just give me another chance! Iâll do better!â His plea hung in the air, desperately.Â
But she knew better now. âI donât think I can forgive you for this. And I donât think I want to try. I need to move on and find myself again.â
She turned to leave, heart racing in her chest. As she reached for the doorknob, Alexâs voice caught her once more. âI wish youâd let me explain...â
She paused but didnât turn around. âThereâs nothing left to say, Alex.âÂ
With a shaky breath, she stepped outside, the cool air hitting her like a wave of clarity. Y/n stood for a moment on the threshold, allowing herself to breathe freely for the first time in weeks.Â
As she walked down the stairs and toward her car, the weight of the conversation pressed upon her, but in a different way. It was a weight lifted.
She took out her phone and texted Seungcheol. âIT'S OVER, lol. Can we still do that movie later? I could really use a friend.â
Seconds later, her phone buzzed with his response. âWhatâs over? Did you break up with that fucker? Thank god. I canât wait to hear all about it.â
A smile broke through her earlier sorrow, and she felt the corners of her heart begin to heal just a little. She hadnât expected this day to lead her in a new direction, but she was ready for whatever came next. One awkward day down, and the next chapter was waiting.
On her drive back y/n knew she shouldnât be thinking about jumping into her relationship with Seuncheol now, but she also knew she wasted so much time with other jerks never giving him a chance, but itâs what she wanted she just had to figure out how to make it happen.Â
She pulled into Seuncheolâs driveway, bag of snacks in hand. Shutting her car door with her backside, nearly skipping up to his front door where he stood waiting for her with open arms dressed in his pajamas.Â
The sight of him, all cozy and relaxed, made her heart flutter. Seuncheol's smile was infectious, and she couldnât help but return it as she stepped into his warm embrace. The delicious scent of something cooking wafted through the door behind him, complementing the warmth and comfort he radiated.
âWell, well, well, Miss. Bad Bitch,â he exclaimed, pulling away and taking her bag of snacks. âI hope you brought my favorites.â
âShut up,â she laughed, her heart dancing at how effortlessly they fell into this easy banter. âHow could I come empty-handed to thank my therapist?â
Seuncheol chuckled, his eyes twinkling. âGood point. Letâs see what youâve got.â
Together they sorted through the assortment of chips, candies, and cookies, playfully debating over which treats deserved a spot on their makeshift movie night platter. As they settled onto the couch, their bodies nearly touching, she found herself relaxing in a way she hadnât in a long time. The earlier unease faded, replaced by a sense of belonging as she sank deeper next to him resting her head on his shoulder swinging around a piece of licorice.Â
âAlright, so what are we watching?â he asked, remote in hand.Â
She bit her lip thoughtfully, her heart racing at the idea of sharing this moment with him. âHow about something fun? A rom-com?âÂ
âOnly if you promise to laugh at all the cheesy parts,â he teased, nudging her playfully.
âHow about a bet that whoever cries has to jump in your pool⌠naked,â she shot back with a smile, feeling a thrill in their playful exchange. The movie began, their laughter filling the space as they munched on snacks, but she felt the real chemistry sparking between them, the edges of her heart warming with every shared glance and gentle touch.
As the story unfolded on the screen, she caught herself stealing glances at him, his focus entirely on the film yet his presence enveloped her like a warm blanket. Somewhere between the jokes and the popcorn fights, the realization struckâthis was the moment she had been waiting for, the feeling she had longed to explore.Â
âSeuncheol,â she said softly, causing him to look over, pausing the movie.Â
âYeah?â
âAre you crying?âÂ
âMaybe.âÂ
âWow. I win!âÂ
Seungcheol punched the air, getting up faster than he ever has, stripping off his hoodie and running out the patio door, y/n chasing behind him, knocking over the entire bowl of popcorn on her way out.Â
As she turned the corner to go towards his pool he snatched her up, jumping in with her in his arms.Â
The splash echoed through the night as the cool water enveloped them both. Seungcheol erupted in laughter, the sound bright and full of joy, while Y/N squealed in surprise, her heart racing from the sudden plunge.Â
As they surfaced, water cascading off their faces, Y/N couldn't help but scold him playfully, âWhat the Fuck. You could have warned me!â Her hair clung to her face, and she was momentarily blinded, but the thrill of the moment overshadowed any annoyance.
Seungcheol flashed her a cheeky grin, droplets sparkling on his skin. âWhereâs the fun in that?â he teased, his eyes mischievous, reflecting the moonlight.Â
Y/N glared, though her heart was still light. âYouâre such an asshole!â she laughed, splashing water back at him, her instincts taking over as they devolved into a playful water fight. He countered with playful throws of water, their laughter mingling in the cool night airâfull of energy, warmth, and the promise of summer.
He was talking her through the water, pinning her against his bare chest, they both paused, breathless and giggling their legs brushing against each other as she caught her breath. âYouâre going to get us both in trouble,â she said softly, her voice playful yet carrying an underlying affection.
Seungcheol tilted his head, his smile softening. âMaybe. But this is way more fun than sitting inside watching movies.â He reached for her hair, swiping it out of her face, and for a moment, the world faded around them, he took a deep breath and kissed her, rummaging his hands under her sweatshirt which she reciprocated back, tugging at his waist band, dipping her cold fingers underneath to graze him slightly in an area theyâve never explored.Â
âIâve been thinking about us,â she confessed, the words tumbling out between their passionate kisses she couldnât second-guess them. âI know this is sudden.. But, I.. uh.â she left a small whispering moan out of her lips,Â
Kissing her deeply again smiling into it he just whispered, âBut?â and then moved his lips to her neck as she wrapped her legs around his waist.Â
She took a deep breath, her heart racing. âBut I want to give us a chance. I want to see where this could go. Iâve never trusted anyone more than you.âÂ
A huge smile broke over his face, as he pulled away for just a moment, as if her words were a key that unlocked something deep within him. âReally? You mean it?âÂ
âYeah,â she nodded, her nerves calming under the intensity of his stare. âI do. I know itâs sudden, but Iâve been in love with you my whole life.âÂ
His eyes widened with surprise âYou⌠youâve loved me?â The words slipped from his lips, almost hesitant, as if he were afraid to break the spell of the moment.Â
âYes,â she replied, her voice steady yet soft, the weight of her confession hanging between them like a fragile thread. âI never thought weâd get to this point, but here we are.âÂ
He leaned in closer again, his forehead resting against hers, feeling the warmth radiating from her skin. âI never wanted to rush you,â he admitted. âI just didnât know how to tell you how I felt. Itâs like⌠youâve always been the only person Iâve ever wanted.âÂ
Her heart swelled at his words, a sense of relief enveloping her like a warm blanket. âSo what now?â she asked, her tone playful but laced with sincerity.Â
âNow? We figure it out together.â His voice was low and confident, reassurance flooding her senses. He kissed her forehead gently before pulling back slightly, his hands still locking around her waist. âI want to take our time, get to know each other in this way. Thereâs no rush.âÂ
âOkay,â she murmured, the smile returning to her lips. She hadnât realized how much she needed his patient approach, how refreshing it felt to not be hurried into something that had the potential to change everything.Â
He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, his thumb caressing her cheek. âJust know that Iâm all in.âÂ
Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, but she blinked them away, caught in the sincerity of his gaze. âYou have no idea how long Iâve waited to hear those words.âÂ
âAnd now that you have, what do you want to do first?â he asked, a twinkle of mischief sparking in his eyes.Â
She grinned, feeling a rush of excitement flood through her. âHow about we start with dinner? A proper date, just the two of us, to celebrate this⌠us. Build up even more sexual tension between us just to make it funâÂ
âDinner it is,â he said, already beaming. âAnd knowing you a bet to who would break first.âÂ
âMy bets on you, Cheol. Youâre a man.âÂ
âSure, Bunny. But you did already have your hands down my pants, Iâm thinking youâre already a failure. But, Iâll let it slide this time.âÂ
âWell Iâll try to control myself,â she replied, feeling a thrill of possibility unfolding before them. With newfound hope in her heart, she knew this was only the beginning.
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Backburner | k.mg (18+)
There is a rule of thumb for casual relationships: do not fall in love with the other. Yet with Mingyu, it felt easier to watch the world burn than to stop yourself from falling for him.
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Genre: friends with benefits, smut Pairing: Kim Mingyu x afab!Reader Warnings: angst, explicit content (18+) Notes: 21k words. Part 2 of the Heartbreak Hotel series, but can be read as a standalone fic. Listening to Backburner by NIKI. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know them personally and do not claim they would ever behave like they were portrayed in this story.
Playlist: Backburner by NIKI, Say Don't Go by Taylor Swift, Another You (Another Way) by Against the Current Taglist: @scoupsjin @iarayara @gaslysainz @silvermist002 @ssmebody @katfaceu
It was midnight, and what was usually a quiet evening was shattered by the persistent ringing of your phoneâtucked inside the drawer of your nightstand. You shifted from your comfortable position on the bed, laying on your back to stare at the ceiling, your ringtone still playing and making the nightstand buzz faintly.
âYou gotta be kidding me,â you muttered, groaning as you moved to grab your phone. The backlight made your eyes sting. Squinting at the words on the screen, you recognized the unique caller ID: âR18+++âÂ
One week of nothing and here he comes, calling you in the middle of the night. The audacity.
You shouldn't pick up. You were mad at him after all. But what if he had something important to say? Even if he didn't, would it really hurt if you pick up?
Not you trying to justify the desire to talk to him.
âHello?â you answered, against your better judgment (or not).
âHiâŚâ said Mingyu from the other line, his voice more dragged out than usual. Deeper. Lonelier. âDid I wake you?â
He did. âNo. Not at all.â
He hummed on the other side. âCan't sleep? What were you thinking about?â
âNothing important,â you sighed, sinking deeper into your soft pillow. âWhatâs up with you?â
âMe? I was just working on this paper,â he replied. You could hear him groaning as if he was stretching his limbs. âThis course is kicking my ass.â
âProfessor Jung?â you asked, remembering how he often complained about the same professor.
âYeah. Heâs the worst,â he chuckled but there was no humor in it. âIâve been staring at this screen all night, trying to make sense of it. You know when you read the same line over and over, and it still doesnât click?â
You hummed in acknowledgment, shifting on your bed. âSounds like every assignment Iâve ever done.â
He let out another laugh, soft and hollow. âRight? This oneâs on some theoretical nonsense. I keep typing, hoping somethingâs gonna make sense eventually, but itâs like... whatever. Iâll probably just wing it.â
You could hear the faint tapping of keys on his end as if he was still half-distracted by the work in front of him. But something felt off, and somehow, you knew exactly what it was. He didnât really want to talk about the homework, he was just stalling. The words were just fillerâsomething to pass the time, to keep the conversation going.
âMaybe Iâll just email the professor and tell him the universe swallowed my homework. Think heâd buy that?â Mingyu joked and you could hear the smile in his voice.
âProbably not,â you replied with a soft smile of your own, but your mind was elsewhere now, sensing the unspoken heaviness behind his casual complaints.
âYeah, I thought so,â he chuckled followed by a soft groan and the sound of him falling back on his bed.
Another pause settled between you, and this time you didnât wait for him to fill it with more empty chatter. âWanna come over?â you asked instead, and he was quiet for a moment.
âWell⌠yeah, Iâd love to. I meanâŚâ he paused and then chuckled. âIf itâs alright.â
You rolled your eyes. Of course, itâs alright. You'd always taken it in stride when he ghosted you and returned like nothing happened. Sometimes you wonder if he was genuinely oblivious or pretending not to know. âSure. You know where Iâll be.â
After hanging up, you let the phone slip from your hand, staring at the ceiling. You werenât supposed to do this. Mingyu was someone you shouldâve been keeping at armâs length, a complication you couldnât afford. The smart thing wouldâve been to ignore his call. But you didnât. No matter how much you tried to keep your distance, you would always find yourself waltzing back towards him.Â
You thought about how easy it would be to send a quick message, tell him not to come, maybe even block his number if you really wanted to make a clean break. You should. A single text, a few words, and it would all be over. Your fingers hovered over the screen, but you didnât type anything.
Then the knock came, gentle but firm, and you abandoned all protests, tossing them aside as easily as you tossed your phone back into the drawer. You didnât hesitate as you crossed the room, your hand already reaching for the doorknob.
When you opened the door, there he wasâtall, tousled hair, a lopsided smile, as if he wasnât entirely sure youâd actually let him in.
âHey,â Mingyu said softly, standing in the doorway like heâd been there dozens of times beforeâhe had.
âHi,â you replied, your heartbeat picking up pace, louder now that he was here, standing in front of you.
Without another word, he stepped inside, scooping you up by the waist like it was a habit, crashing his lips into yours. For a split second, your mind screamed at you to stop, to push him away, but your body betrayed you.Â
You kissed him back, letting yourself sink into the feeling. His hands moved to your back, pulling you even closer, and any remaining hesitation crumbled as the tension between you both sparked to life.
He was completely unaware, lost in the moment, and you let him beâbecause pretending felt easier than confronting the truth. It felt easier to let him kiss you like this, to let him believe everything between you was simpleâas if you werenât standing on the edge of something much heavier.
Mingyu pulled back just enough to look at you, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face with a grin. âIs Mina here?â His voice was teasing and light.
âYou wouldnât be here if she is,â you replied, breathless, your words barely forming as you watched him tug his sweater off, the urgency in his movements sending a fresh wave of heat through you.
For a moment, you stood there, watching as his sweater hit the floor, your heart racing against your better judgment. Here you go, again. You could stop it right hereâsend him home, tell him you donât want to see him again even if that was a lie. Again, you didnât. You reached for him, pulling him back toward you, his lips meeting yours with a kind of hunger that made you forget everything else.
The door clicked shut behind him, and with it, any resolve you thought you had.
âWait, hold up. Let me justââ You made a rolling gesture with your fingers, trying to gather your thoughts. ââroll it back a bit. I think I went straight to the intense part.â
Seungcheolâs calm demeanor didnât budge. He leaned back. âDidnât feel intense to me.â
âYeah, wellâŚâ You shifted in your seat. âI shouldâve started by telling you how we met, right? Or how we even ended up in⌠this kind of arrangement.â
He nodded. âContext would help.â
You paused, sipping your water. âOkay, so⌠I first met Mingyu in freshman year. Second semester, to be exact. We had one class togetherâgen-ed history. I was late the first day.â You smirked, remembering how rushed youâd been, shoes squeaking against the floor as you slipped into the back row, heart pounding from running across campus.
The only available seat was next to Mingyu. You didn't notice him at first because the room's quietness was the first to catch your attention.
You tugged his sleeve. âHey, sorry to bother you.â You told him your name. âI just came in. Did I miss anything important? I feel like I did.â
He glanced at you, brows slightly raised. He looked half amused, half confused. âI'm Kim Mingyu. And⌠yeah, you missed a bit. Professor gave us five minutes to pray for the diagnostic test.â
âPray?â youâd repeated, your disbelief clear, eyes wide as you stifled a laugh. âHow hard could a gen-ed diagnostic exam be?â
Very hard.Â
You cringed at the memory of that test and how you didnât know the answers for most of it. Mingyu was grinning beside you, walking in easy strides. âStill think you didnât need those five minutes to pray?â
You rolled your eyes, but there was no bite to it. âAlright, fine. Iâm humbled. But you donât have to be so smug about it.â
He chuckled, sliding his hands into his pockets. âIâm just teasing. Anyway, donât worry about it. The test wonât affect your grades or anything.â
Before you could respond, another classmate who overheard had stopped to join your conversation. âActually, it does count. It goes straight into your record.â
Mingyu snorted, clearly doubting it. âNo way. Itâs just a pre-assessment.â
âThe professor said so herself. You probably didnât hear because you left too soon.â She looked at you with a sympathetic smile. âBut hey, I bombed it too, so⌠youâre not alone.â
You felt a strange sense of closeness with her, but mostly, you were trying to process what that meant for your grades. âGreat,â you muttered, but you werenât sure if you were saying it sarcastically or just in defeat.
âI'm Mina,â she said, offering her hand for a shake.
âNice to meet you,â you chimed, shaking her hand and telling her your name.
âI know. See you around!â
When Mina walked away, you expected Mingyu to say something mocking, but instead, he just laughed lightly. âGuess I shouldâve prayed too.â
Over the next few weeks, Mingyu became someone you interacted with mostly during class. Youâd sit near each other by defaultâmainly because the two of you are often the last ones to arrive, you being late most of the time. You exchanged quiet jokes when the professor wasnât looking and sometimes teamed up when group discussions were required. But outside that lecture hall, you led entirely separate lives.
In the hallways, you'd pass by each other every now and then. Heâd nod or smileânever stopping, never lingering. Just a brief acknowledgment as you walked in opposite directions. Sometimes, youâd give him a quick wave, or heâd send you a lazy salute with his fingers.
During class breaks, when the professor let everyone stretch their legs for a few minutes, youâd talk. Mingyu liked to complain about how boring the lectures were, though his grumbling always seemed exaggerated, more for humor than actual frustration.
âThink I might pass out,â heâd groan, letting his head drop to the desk dramatically. âI donât know how anyone stays awake for this.â
âYouâd stay awake if you actually took notes,â youâd tease back, scribbling in your notebook as you spoke.
âAh, but see, thatâs what friends are for,â heâd reply, flashing you a playful grin. âYou can lend me yours later.â
âYouâre lucky youâre funny,â youâd retort, shaking your head with a smile.
But that was it. When class ended, he went his way, and you went yours. He wasnât someone who crossed your mind outside of that classroom, and you suspected it was the same for him. Mingyu wasnât a constant presence in your life, just a classmate who made lectures slightly more tolerable.
There was a comfort in that distance. He was easy to talk to, someone you didnât have to think too hard about. No expectations, no complications. Just small moments of shared boredom, passed with lazy smiles and half-hearted complaints.
For a while, that was all he wasâsomeone who filled the pauses between lectures. That is until the night of your first off-campus party for the semester.
The music pulsed around you, louder than it needed to be, vibrating through the floor and into your chest. You were seated at the edge of the crowded party, a half-empty cup of something strong in your hand, watching as your ex-boyfriend paraded his new girlfriend around like she was a shiny new toy. Every touch between them felt like a jab. You couldnât care less about him, not really. But watching him be all giggly and touchy with her after heâd cheated on you with her, no lessâyeah, that was annoying.
You took another sip from your drink, trying to keep your irritation in check. It didnât help that they were standing close enough that you could hear snippets of their conversationâhis low, stupid laugh and her breathy giggles.
âSomeoneâs pissed.â
The voice came from beside you, startling you out of your thoughts. You turned, finding Mingyu standing there with a half-smile, hands tucked in his hoodie pockets as he glanced over at your ex and his new girlfriend.
âI donât know what youâre talking about,â you replied, though your sarcasm was clear.
Mingyu raised an eyebrow, amused. âCome on. Iâve seen you shoot daggers at them from across the room.â
You sighed, leaning back in your chair and staring into your cup. âIâm not pissed. Just... annoyed.â
His eyes flicked over to the couple again, then back to you. âI get it. Ex-boyfriend?â
You hesitated but nodded. âYeah. Not that it matters. We broke up ages ago.â You bit your lip before adding, âBut he cheated on me with her. So, you know... watching them be all gross together isnât exactly fun.â
Mingyu winced in sympathy. âThatâs rough. Sounds like heâs not worth the headspace, though.â
âHeâs not,â you said quickly, and you meant it. âBut itâs still annoying.â
He snorted. âI donât blame you. If it makes you feel any better, they look like a bad reality show couple.â
You couldnât help but laugh at that. âYeah, they kinda do.â
Mingyu shrugged, leaning a little closer, his voice dropping. âIf itâs bugging you that much, want me to help you take your mind off it? We can head somewhere else, or... just stay here and make fun of them quietly. Your call.â
You hesitated, glancing at your ex one more time, then back at Mingyu. The idea of staying here, stewing in the background while they flaunted their new relationship, made your stomach turn. Maybe leaving was the better option.
âActually,â you said, standing up and finishing the last of your drink, âletâs get out of here. This partyâs boring anyway.â
Mingyuâs eyebrows shot up, clearly surprised but pleased. âAlright. Lead the way.â
The two of you slipped out of the crowded party and into the cooler, quieter night. The noise faded behind you as you stepped outside, the crisp air was a welcome relief from the stifling atmosphere of the party. You hadnât really thought about where you were going, just that you needed to leave.
âAny place in mind?â Mingyu asked, falling into step beside you, hands still casually tucked into his pockets.
You scoffed. âI donât know. This was your idea.â
He shrugged, glancing at the sky briefly before turning back to you. âWe could walk a bit. Sober up.â
âI barely drank.â
Mingyu nodded. âOkay, fair. If you want, Iâve got some soju and beer at my place. Not much, but itâs better than whatever was in that cup you were drinking.â
You glanced at him. There was no pressure in his tone, no hidden motiveâjust a suggestion. Still, something about the idea of going to his place made your heart beat a little faster.
âExactly how many ulterior motives do you have right now?â you asked, narrowing your eyes at him in mock suspicion.
A grin spread across his face. âFor now, zero,â he replied, showing a zero with his fingers.
âFor now?â You rolled your eyes. âBetter keep it at zero.â
Mingyu winced with a mock-hurt expression. âDo I have to make promises too? Man, this is a lot of work.â
âKim Mingyu!â
âOkay, okay,â he laughed, raising his hands. âCome on. Itâs this way.â
The walk to Mingyuâs apartment wasnât long, but the conversation between you was comfortable. He was funny, as always. By the time you reached his door, your cheeks were red and slightly hurting with how much you were laughing.
His place was a studio, small and cozy with a few mismatched pieces of furniture. It was tidy, except for the couch, which was covered in a pile of unfolded laundry.
âOh, crap,â he muttered, laughing awkwardly. âI forgot about that. Let me justââ
âOh, itâs okay. I donât mind at all,â you said, waving your hand dismissively.
âNah, thereâs nowhere else to sit,â he insisted, kicking off his shoes and quickly tidying the couch.
While he put his clothes into a basket, you took a moment to look around. The tidiness of his home was unexpected. You rarely judge peopleâs living spaces but it was surprising for a man to be this clean. Then again, that was just the stereotype speaking.
Mingyu grabbed two beers from the fridge, tossing you one as you settled onto the now-cleared couch.
You raised an eyebrow, inspecting the can. âYou promised me soju.â
He chuckled, opening his own drink. âWell, you told me to keep my motives in check, so soju is out of the table.â
âYouâre no fun.â
As you sipped your drinks, the conversation flowed easily. You talked about class, made fun of the test youâd failed, and joked about the people at the party. But somewhere between the laughter and the quiet moments, the atmosphere began to shift. The space between you felt a little smaller, the eye contact a little longer. It wasnât forced, just... there.
At some point, Mingyuâs arm stretched across the back of the couch, his fingers brushing against your shoulder. You didnât move away. Instead, you leaned into him slightly, the warmth of his presence comforting.
âI think you should go,â he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
âWow, okay. Thereâs no need to shoo me away. Iâll go,â you scoffed, offended. You stood up instantly, reaching for your jacket but he grabbed your wrist.
âNo, I donât meanââ he paused, sighing as he looked at your annoyed expression. âIâm sorry. Come sit. Donât go.â
You didnât answer, instead, swatted his hand away and put on your jacket. Mingyu stood up, taking your hand and squeezing it.
âPlease,â he sighed, holding your gaze.
You were exasperated. âWhatâs wrong with you? Why are you acting so confusing all of a sudden?â
There was a glint of hesitation on his face. âCan I be honest?â
You retracted your hand and crossed your arms over your chest. Then you raised an eyebrow, urging him to speak.
Mingyu leaned back slightly, his expression shifting to something more serious. âI have at least six ulterior motives.â
You raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. âSix? What are they?â
âAre you sure you want to find out?â he asked back, but it didnât seem like a question to know how curious you were. Somehow, it sounded as if he was asking for permission.
You held his gaze, feeling the warmth radiating from him, the air around you charged with an intensity you couldnât ignore. Time seemed to slow as you considered his question.
Finally, you broke the silence, your voice steady but low. âYes.â
Before you could think about what came next, he leaned in, closing the distance between you. His hand slipped around your waist, pulling you just a little closer. There was no hesitation this time, no second thoughts. The tension that had been building all night finally found its release as he leaned in, his lips brushing yours in a tentative kiss.
You kissed him back, slowly at first, as if testing the waters, but it didnât take long before the hesitation melted away. You know where this was goingâbut whether it was just the alcohol, the moment, or something more that drove you to do this, you didn't know. But for now, it didnât matter. All that mattered was the way Mingyuâs lips felt against yours, the quiet hum of desire building between you as you let yourself get lost in the moment.
Your fingers drummed rhythmically on the table, eyeing Seungcheol as if trying to gouge out his thoughts. His head was tilted slightly, thinking about your question: âWhat do you think happened next?â
âYou became friends with benefits,â he said with certainty.
Your fingers stopped abruptly. âReally? You didnât think weâd started dating after that?â
He shrugged nonchalantly. âDid you?â
âNo,â you replied sheepishly. âBut you seemed so sure that we were gonna be friends with benefits.â
âI had a hunch. It didnât seem like your connection was building up to a romantic relationship just yet.â
You scowled, confused. âWhat do you mean? You didnât think our connection was romantic?â
âNot at all. You were just friends. There was nothing that hinted any romance until the night you went to his flat.â
âAh, I see what you mean.â
Seungcheol nodded, not smiling but he seemed pleased with himself. âSo, what happened next?â
What happened next? You and Mingyu became friends with benefits, thatâs what happened. Despite that arrangement, Mingyu was thoughtful in ways that made it hard to draw a clear line between what was casual and what wasnât.
At university, nothing changed. You were still just classmatesâmaybe not even that close. Youâd smile at each other in passing, maybe sit near each other in a lecture like usual, but that was it. To anyone else, you were barely acquaintances. But behind closed doors, it was differentâpassionate, fervent, and surreally euphoric.
Soon after that first night, you moved your rendezvous to your place. Your apartment was bigger than Mingyuâs tiny studio, with enough space for both of you to comfortably exist, though most of the time you didnât bother with space. Whenever he came over, it didnât take long for his hands to find you or for you to pull him in. There was something magnetic between you, like a spark that kept reigniting no matter how many times you tried to cool it down.
The passion was always there, and you were always eager to touch each other. Sometimes, you wouldnât even make it to the bedâhis lips on yours, your hands tugging at his shirt, and before you knew it, youâd be tangled in each other, the sheets forgotten. Other times, when the heat had subsided, youâd lay there talking, conversations flowing easily about anything and everything.
It was odd, in a wayâhow effortless it felt when you were alone together. You could laugh, joke, and even sit in silence without any discomfort. Yet, in public, it was like nothing existed between you. Mingyu never brought it up, and neither did you. It was easier that way. You werenât together, after allâjust two people who couldnât get enough of each other when no one was watching.
Sometimes, the heat was so consuming, that it blurred the lines between passion and affection. And yet, after the fire died down, there was always this: Mingyu, showing up with bread that you loved, like it was the most normal thing in the world.
âYouâre here already?â you asked, surprised to see Mingyu standing in your living room, browsing your bookshelf like he had all the time in the world.
âHey, beautiful,â he greeted, flashing a smile as he carefully returned a small ceramic bear to its place.
âHow did you get here so fast? You texted me like ten minutes ago,â you said, dropping your bag on the sofa as you walked toward him.Â
âI was nearby,â he said with a casual shrug, wrapping his arms around your waist. His lips met yours in a soft kiss, the familiar spark flickering between you. When he pulled away, he said, âI picked up some bread on my way here.â
âNo way, is it the same ones you brought last time?â You couldnât hide your excitement as you reached for the bakery bag heâd left on the coffee table.
He nodded, looking pleased with himself. âYep, thatâs the one.â
You sat in the living room that afternoon, talking over warm cups of chocolate and bread. You barely paid attention to the football game on the TV, giggling and pawing at each other, feeling cozy despite the cold weather outside.
At some point, Mingyuâs hands moved to your shoulders, and you sighed in contentment. âThanks, I needed this,â you murmured, closing your eyes as his skilled fingers worked through the tension. It was one of Mingyuâs many skills, massages.
He leaned closer, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder. âWe should take this inside.â
You opened one eye, pretending not to understand. âTake what inside?â
Mingyu chuckled, his lips curving against your skin. âWell, if you want to do it here, thatâs fine too but we should probably turn off the TV. I donât feel comfortable having my idols watch,â he replied, making you turn to face him.
âYour idols?â
Mingyu shrugged and then nodded towards the TV where the football game was still on. Scoffing, you grabbed a throw pillow and hit him with it. You both laughed about it for a while, but eventually decided to lock yourselves in your bedroom.
Later that night, you stirred, the quiet glow of a laptop screen pulling you from sleep. Blinking, you realized Mingyu was no longer beside you. He was sitting on the floor, his back resting against the bed, fingers tapping rapidly on the keys.
Reaching out, you squeezed his shoulder. âWhat are you doing?â you asked, your voice thick with sleep.
Mingyu paused, turning slightly to kiss your knuckles. âGo back to sleep, baby. I just need to finish this.â
âCanât it wait till morning?â you mumbled, burying your face in the pillow.
He shifted closer, wrapping an arm around you. With a soft shush, he ran his fingers through your hair. âShh, itâs okay. Iâll be done soon. Just sleep.â
You sighed, eyes fluttering shut as he kissed your forehead. At that moment, it seemed so normal, so typical of him. But you didnât realize at the timeâit was a sign that Mingyu had trouble sleeping through the night.
Mingyu had a quiet way of making you feel seen. It wasnât grand gestures or romantic proclamations, but in the little things he didâthoughtful acts that slipped under the radar until you realized just how much attention he paid. One time during class, he came over holding a tiny ceramic bear, almost shy as he handed it to you.
âWhatâs this?â you asked, turning the figurine over in your hands.
âI noticed that your bear family didnât have a dad, so,â he said with a small grin, watching as your eyes lit up in recognition.Â
It was such a simple thing, but the fact that he remembered your collection, that heâd thought of youâit left you feeling touched.
âYou didnât have to do this,â you murmured, smiling. âBut thanks.â
âItâs a grizzly, not a polar bear. Is that okay?â
âAre you kidding me? Itâs perfect,â you giggled. âHeâll have to take up the responsibility of taking care of kids who arenât his though.â
Mingyu shrugged, though there was a quiet satisfaction in his expression. âHeâll be a good stepdad to them. I can vouch.â
âYou barely know the guy,â you laughed, playing along.
It wasnât just gifts. Mingyu had a habit of taking care of the little things in your life without even asking. Like the time the lightbulb in your bathroom had gone out. You didnât mention it to him, but the next time he came over, he had a replacement bulb in his bag.Â
âDidnât realize you were an electrician now,â you joked as he stood on a chair, screwing in the new bulb.
He laughed. âJust figured youâd forget to buy one.â
âI wasnât going to forget,â you protested, even though he was right. âBut⌠thanks.â
It was like that often with himâeffortless, natural.
âAlright, letâs see,â he said, stepping down from the chair and reaching for the switch to test if it worked. When it did, he let out a satisfied hum. âThere you go. Good as new.â
âHow much for your labor, good sir?â you quipped, wiping away the tiny beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
The grin Mingyu gave you was menacing, shamelessly checking you out in your tank top and shorts. âIâll have you know I do not accept monetary fees.â
You knew what he meant and he made it especially clear when he casually pressed his palm on your left boob. You just scoffed and swatted his hand away. âI see you work pro bono. Thanks a lot.â
With a teasing grin, you walked away. In the kitchen, he cooked dinner while you sat on the counter, munching on an apple. You found it amusing that the wok he used was something he had brought from his own flat. It's been in your kitchen for a while now. Today, he brought his own kitchen knife.
âYou might as well move in at this rate,â you teased after he warned you to be careful with his sharp knife. âWhatâs next? A drawer for your clothes?â
He raised an eyebrow. âIâll consider it.â
âYou might as well do since youâre here almost every day,â you jeered. âYou should bring your own toothbrush too.â
âAh, that reminds me.â He moved toward you, placing a kiss on your cheek as he rummaged through the paper bag resting on your lap. From there, he fished out two toothbrushes, holding them up like a peace offering. âLook. They came in pairs.â
You laughed, shaking your head. âI use an electric toothbrush, you know.â
âThen keep it as a backup,â he shrugged, still grinning. âOr don't. Itâs not a big deal.â
Youâd joked at first, but eventually, you started using the toothbrush he brought. It felt like a small connection, something that tied him a little more closely to you, even if neither of you talked about it.
And he remembered everything. When you ordered food, he always knew exactly what you wanted without asking. âChicken katsu with extra sauce,â heâd say, already placing the order. Heâd put on music that matched your mood perfectly, like the playlists you loved but never had to mention. Even the book you had been readingâhe remembered the title, asked if youâd finished it yet.
Those little moments kept piling up, making it harder to separate the physical nature of your relationship from the real deal. Every time he remembered, every time he took care of something small, you wondered if maybe this wasnât just friends with benefits after all.
But then there were moments of uncertainty that made you question how much you really knew about him. Sometimes, in quiet moments, he would zone out, lost in thought. You vividly remember one evening when you were curled up together on the couch, a movie playing softly in the background. You had been laughing at the antics on-screen, leaning into him, when you glanced over and found him staring blankly at the flickering light of the television.
When he slept over, youâd sometimes wake up to find him staring at the ceiling. His face was relaxed, but there was a tension in the way his jaw was set, a hint of a furrow in his brow. You reached out to touch his face, hoping to draw him back into the intimacy you cherished.
âMingyu?â you whispered, your voice thick with sleep. Heâd blinked, as if waking from a dream, and he turned to you then. For a brief moment, you saw a flicker of something vulnerable in his eyes before he masked it with a smile. âWhatâs wrong?â
âNothing. I was just⌠thinking,â he replied, his voice trailing off. You could see it in his eyesâsomething was weighing heavily on him, a thought he was wrestling with that he didnât want to share.
âAbout what?â you prodded, trying to gouge out somethingâanything that heâs willing to share. He shifted slightly as if the question made him uncomfortable.
âJust stuff. Donât worry about it,â he said, a noncommittal answer that only left you more curious. He pulled you closer in a warm embrace. âLetâs go back to sleep.â
The way he shrugged it off felt like a wall going up between you, and for a moment, the warmth of his embrace dissipated. You didnât push further; you never wanted to pressure him. Instead, you closed your eyes, though you couldnât shake the feeling that something was off.
You wanted to know, to understand what made him so distant at times, but every time you tried to get closer, he would slip away like sand through your fingers. You had asked about it in passing, and while he always deflected your inquiries with a joke or a change of subject, it left you wondering if there was more to his silence. You didnât want to overthink it; after all, it didnât happen often. Or so you told yourself, hoping that with time, he would open up.
But instead of that, Mingyu disappeared, leaving behind an emptiness that echoed in the spaces where he once filled your days with warmth and laughter.
âAre you keeping up?â you questioned, raising an eyebrow at Seungcheol who seemed to be quite slow at processing what youâd just told him.
âYeah, of course. Though, Iâm not gonna lie. Iâm a little lost,â he admitted, arms crossed and holding his chin. âIf you donât mind, can I ask why he disappeared?â
You smirked, standing up at once. âIâm gonna need a drink for this.â
Seungcheolâs understood. âBy all means.â
Mingyuâs disappearance wasnât sudden or unexpected; there were signs you hadnât recognized until he was gone. It began with him replying late to your messages, then not replying at all. Youâd see him in class, and when you approached, he didnât avoid you outright but dodged your questions and made excuses to avoid conversation. Eventually, he started sitting on the opposite side of the lecture hall, far from you and even missed a handful of classes.
You were upset, not just because he chose to stop seeing you but because he didnât give you any warning. You had been easing into it, getting used to the idea of something more. But when he left so abruptly, you felt foolish.
Still, you had to come to terms with the fact that there was no commitment between youâwhat you shared was temporary, and he was free to walk away just as you were. It didnât change the fact that his action was a total jerk move.
âItâs okay. We were just fooling around anyway,â you told yourself after almost two weeks of silence. You forced a smile at your reflection in the mirror. âThatâs right. Youâll be fine.â
You tried to push Mingyu out of your mind, diving into a busy social lifeâgoing out with friends and meeting new people. At one party, you were in the midst of flirting with a cute guy when you spotted Mingyu across the room. A wave of warmth washed over you at the sight of him, but you played it cool, pretending to be engrossed in your conversation.Â
âSo, are you always at Jinwooâs party?â you asked, trying to sound charming but feeling more like a dork.
âOnly when thereâs free food,â he replied, a little too eagerly.
You forced a laugh, trying to play along. âWell, they do have snacks... and drinks.â
He leaned in closer. âYou know, Iâm really into snacks. Like, I could talk about snacks all night.â
Your stomach turned slightly at the sudden wave of ick. You couldnât tell if he was serious, or just saying it to be funny. What the hell does that even mean?
You caught a glimpse of Mingyu from the corner of your eye, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, watching the exchange with an amused expression. Heat rushed to your cheeks as you realized how embarrassing this wasâMingyu was listening, and you couldnât bear the thought of him hearing you flounder like this.
âRight, snacks. Thatâs... cool.â You shot him a tight smile, glancing around the room in a bid to escape. âSpeaking of snacks, Iâm gonna go get me some more. Excuse me,â you smiled and slipped away from the guy, the weight of Mingyuâs gaze following you as you headed outside.
âWow, that was awful,â Mingyu said, appearing beside you just as you stepped into the cool air.
âYou,â you spat, glaring at him.
âHello to you too,â he replied, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.
You narrowed your eyes at him, crossing your arms. âWhatâs your opinion on people eavesdropping on otherâs conversations instead of minding their own business?â
âI wasnât eavesdropping,â he teased, though the grin on his face suggested otherwise. âI canât help it if you guys were loud enough for me to hear, can I?â
âThat doesnât change the fact that itâs none of your business,â you replied smartly, looking away with a frown.
Mingyuâs laugh was deep, the kind that made your stomach twist in a way that was all too familiar. âAlright. Iâm sorry. How about hanging out with me so you need not deal with all those lame guys?â
âPretty sure youâre much much lamer,â you scoffed.Â
He called your name softly, a teasing smile playing on his lips but his eyes were more serious than before. You failed to ignore the way your heart began to race. âLighten up. I missed you, you know.â
You raised an eyebrow. âOh? Do you now?â
âI did.â Mingyuâs gaze flickered to your lips for a split second before he grinned again. âI missed you so much, I thought Iâd go nuts.â
The confession caught you off guard but your annoyance was stronger. You scoffed, struggling to hold back and trying not to just go ahead and smack him. âThen you shouldnât have ghosted me like that.â
His smile faltered slightly. The air between you shifted again, the playful banter fading into something heavier. Mingyu didnât respond right away, and the silence that followed wasnât awkwardâjust filled with something unspoken.
After a long pause, he finally nodded. âYeah, youâre right. Iâm sorry about that.â
You smirked, looking away and fixing your gaze into nothing. He should be sorry, itâs only right to be. But the fact remained: you were not in the kind of relationship where you could hold him hostage for something he was allowed to do. Yet here you were, feeling more hurt than you were allowed to be.
You let the silence hang between you, thick with unspoken tension. It went on for a while before it was broken by the sound of people clambering out of the main door, their drunken laughter echoing in the cool night air.
âWanna get out of here?â Mingyu finally asked, breaking the spell.
âTook you long enough to ask,â you replied, striding toward the street with him following closely behind.
As you were passing by the parking lot filled with cars, Mingyu suddenly grabbed your hand. âWeâre not walking to your apartment. Thatâs like a mile-long hike.â
âWhat?â you asked, confused but still allowing him to lead you toward a black SUV.
He opened the passenger door and gestured for you to get in. While he rounded the car to the driverâs side, you glanced around the unfamiliar interior, a fleeting thought crossing your mind that maybe this wasnât his car. But as soon as he slid into the seat and turned the key in the ignition, you relaxed a little.
âPlease tell me this is yours and you didnât just steal it.â
Mingyu chuckled, his smile easing some of your lingering unease. âWhy would you think that?â
âBecause last time I checked, you didnât have a car,â you replied, watching him navigate the vehicle out of the parking lot.
âOh, this is my dadâs. Heâs letting me borrow it while Iâm staying with them.â
You blinked, surprised. That was the first time Mingyu had mentioned his family or anything about his life outside of university. Naturally, curiosity sparked in you.
âYou moved back to your familyâs house?â you asked, hoping to finally get some insight into where heâd disappeared to.
âYeah, had to,â he said casually, his gaze fixed on the road ahead.
âWhy?â
He hesitated, fingers tightening on the steering wheel for just a second before he shrugged. âJust some stuff came up. Nothing major.â
There was something vague about his response, and you could sense the conversation wasnât going to go any deeper. Heâd always been good at deflecting when it came to his personal life.
You nodded, accepting the explanation without pressing further, even though the curiosity still lingered in the back of your mind. It was frustrating, but at the same time, youâd gotten used to the fact that Mingyu shared only what he wanted, and nothing more. Maybe it was just his way of keeping distanceâemotional distance, that is.
When you arrived at your apartment, you barely had time to take a breath before Mingyuâs arms wrapped around you, pulling you into him. It was like being caged, but in a way that made you feel safe, wanted. You couldnât explain how much you had missed thisâmissed him. His warmth, his touch, the way his presence alone seemed to fill the space around you.
As you moved together from the living room to the bedroom, it felt inevitable, like gravity pulling you into his orbit once again. You knew you were letting yourself fall, diving headfirst into the abyss of passion and euphoria that was Kim Mingyu. And yet, even knowing that, you didnât stop yourself.
You couldnât.
âYou missed me, didnât you?â he whispered as he took your breast in his mouth.
Yes, you wanted to scream out, but all that ever left your mouth was a lewd moan. And when he heard that, he slid a hand under your dress, moving down to your hips and slipping inside your lace panties to put pressure there. He caressed your sex slowly, and then urgently in circling motions while his kisses trailed up from your breast to your neck, nipping at the supple skin before they found your lips.
Your hands had a mind of their own, greedily removing his jacket, and then running your fingers on the firm muscles and warm skin underneath. As the pleasure grew, it clouded your brain and you clung your arms around his neck in fear that your trembling legs would collapse under you.
âLie down, baby,â he rasped in your ear, pushing you gently towards the bed.
You let yourself fall on the mattress, bouncing slightly. You watched as he undid his belt and kicked off his jeans before moving to undress you out of your dress. You saw how he ogled your body with those beautiful lustful eyes before he hovered over you and traced the outline of your face with his fingers.
âDo you have any idea how amazing you are?â he whispered. He slid a finger into your mouth and you sucked it, making him exhale sharply and dive in to kiss you feverishly.
You were almost breathless with desire, your skin prickling with anticipation of what was about to happenâof what Mingyu was about to do. You could feel him against your thigh, hot and hard, so you spread your legs open, welcoming him.
And then with one push, he was filling youâstretching you in the most exquisite way possible. His body pressed against you as he thrust in and out in a rhythm that sent ripples of pleasure through every single nerve in your body.
And all of a sudden, he stopped, leaving you momentarily confused. He stood up and said, âCome here.âÂ
Without a word, you obliged, walking toward him in a haste. He then spinned you around so you were facing the full-length mirror in the corner of your room. âTake a good look at yourself.â
You saw yourself in the mirror; messy hair, flushed cheeks, and your lips swollen from kissing. You could see him in your reflection, standing behind you with fire in his eyes. You watched as he reached for your breast, while his other hand cupped your sex, collecting the slick in his hand before bringing it to his tongue.
You gasped at how hot he looked, and seeing your reaction made Mingyu grin. Without warning, he pushed you back on the bed, lifted you by the waist so your ass was sticking out. Then he pressed your face on the mattress before you felt a sharp, delightful pain on your buttcheek where he smacked you with his palm.
âOh, Mingyu!â you cried out.
He leaned down to whisper in your ear. âThatâs not loud enough, baby.â
âMingyu, please!â you begged, needing nothing but to be filled again.
Once again, he pushed his cock inside you, making you whimper in the most obscene manner.
âFuck,â he grunted. His fingers dug hard into your hips as he thrust deeply and vigorously. Your hand held onto the sheets, pleasure so intense that you couldnât think anymoreâyou couldnât even see your own naked, sweaty self in the mirror in front of you. But you could hear the sound of bodies slamming into each other again and again and a breathless moan that must have been coming from your own throat.
When the ecstatic high engulfed the two of you, he loosened his hold of your waist and your legs felt so weak you could barely hold yourself up. So you collapsed on the bed, followed by Mingyu, panting beside you with a satisfied look on his face.Â
âHow was that?â he said smugly, knowing damn well how wonderful he made you feel.
You just laughed, snuggling into him as you put off washing up for a few more minutes.
The heated passion gave way to a quiet intimacy as you both settled into bed. The sound of rain tapping against the window filled the silence, soothing and rhythmic.
You chatted lazily about random thingsâmusic, classes, friendsâuntil you finally gathered the courage to ask, âWhat happened to you? Whereâve you been?â
âIâm really sorry. I got busy with school and stuff at home,â Mingyu replied, his tone casual. But you could sense something unspoken beneath his words, as always. âDid you miss me?â he added, trying to keep it light.
You had missed him. A lot. But you werenât about to admit that. âBarely. Didnât even notice you were gone.â
Mingyu chuckled, clearly not buying it. âIs that why you were out there flirting with every cute guy you meet?â
You raised an eyebrow, grinning. âYou seem to know an awful lot about me. One might think youâre interested or something.â
He laughed softly, the kind of laugh that made your stomach flutter. âYouâll find that I am, in fact, very interested,â he said with a quiet conviction. And suddenly, the air between you shifted again, filled with tensionâdesire mingling with uncertainty.
âSay,â Mingyu began, his voice lowering as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. âDo you want to be exclusive?â
Your heart raced at the word. âExclusiveâŚ? Likeââ
âLike not sleeping with other people,â he clarified, though that wasnât quite the question you were about to ask.
You were about to ask if he meant dating. Thank God you didnât.
âOhâŚâ you trailed off, unsure how to respond. âWhy?â
Mingyu shrugged, his tone still casual. âNo reason. Itâs okay if you donât want to. Youâre free to do whatever you want. But⌠itâd be nice, donât you think?â
There was no reason to say no. The truth was, youâd stopped considering other guys long ago, the moment this thing with Mingyu began. Still, his offer made your heart raceâboth giddy and nervous. But there was no way youâd let him see that.
âI donât know. Doesnât seem like a fair deal,â you quipped, hiding behind banter.
Mingyu narrowed his eyes at you, curious. âWait, what does that mean?â
You shrugged again, refusing to elaborate, though it didnât really mean anything.
âHold onâwhat?â He sat up, feigning shock, and flexed his arms dramatically. âYou donât think this is a fair deal?â
âWhere?â you teased, squinting at his muscles like you couldnât see them.
Mingyu grinned and started flexing even harder, pointing out specific muscles like they were on display. âYou seriously donât see this? Look closely and tell me this isnât a fair deal.â
You giggled, reaching for him with your toes. Grinning, he grabbed your foot and pulled you toward him. The sudden tug made you squeal.
âCome on, baby, take it back.â He leaned down, hovering over you, eyes soft. âTake it back while Iâm still being nice.â
âI didnât ask you to be nice,â you taunted, your coy smile daring him.
Mingyu chuckled low in his throat. âYouâre extra beautiful when youâre naughty, did you know that?â
âNo idea,â you replied, grinning as he leaned in, capturing your lips again. When his hand cupped your boob, you pulled away from the kiss and pushed him off. âNo.â
âAw, fine,â he sighed in defeat, falling next to you on the bed. Quietly, he settled behind you, wrapping an arm around your torso and sliding his other arm under your head. âGet some rest.â
He didn't say much after that, but there was a warmth in the way he pulled you closer, an unconscious act of intimacy that made your chest tighten.
It hit you thenâhow much youâd come to crave moments like this, not just the passion, but the feeling of being with him, of having him there with you in the silence. Youâd never felt this way before, not even with past relationships, and the realization made your heart race. You were falling for him, had already fallen. It wasnât the way he teased you or the way he kissed you, but the quiet moments in between, where you felt like he saw you, really saw you.
It had been a long week. Between schoolwork, dealing with your chaotic schedule, and pretending like everything with Mingyu was still as casual as it used to be, you were exhausted. The tension gnawed at youâthis thing between you two was starting to feel like more than it should. It wasnât something you were ready to acknowledge yet, but it lingered in the back of your mind.
You walked into your apartment after a particularly grueling day, half-expecting the silence to greet you. When you walked into the kitchen for water, you found a small plastic bag filled with food on the table. Next to it was a tiny ceramic panda bear, about half the size of your palm.
You blinked, trying to process it. It wasnât there this morning. Mingyu mustâve stopped by.
You walked over to the counter, looking at the items. Inside the bag were a couple of your favorite snacksânothing big, just the kind of things you liked to nibble on when you were too tired to cook. There was no note, but the panda felt like something only he would give you. It was cute in an oddly sentimental way, like he knew youâd smile at it.
You heard a knock at the door and quickly set the bear back on the counter, hurrying to open it. Mingyu stood there, casual as ever.
âHey,â he said, flashing you that familiar, easygoing grin.
âHey,â you replied, smiling back. âDid you stop by earlier? Or do I have a creepy psychopathic stalker whoâs obsessed with me and thinks itâs romantic to leave food for me at home while Iâm away?â
Mingyu laughed heartily. âWhat are you gonna do if the creepy psychopathic stalker was me?â
âIâm calling the police,â you told him, closing the door to his face. He didnât stop you, nor did he knock for about thirty seconds after you closed the door so you opened it again. âCome on in, then.â
âI was in the area so I thought Iâd drop by and surprise you but you werenât home,â he explained, kicking his shoes off at the foyer.
âSnacks and a panda?â you asked, raising an eyebrow but smiling. âThatâs quite a combination.â
Mingyu shrugged, a soft laugh escaping him. âI saw it in this shop near campus. And I figured if it was you, you wouldnât leave it alone in that shop.â
âI donât go around adopting every bear figurine I see, Mingyu,â you snorted, picking up the panda again.
âMaybe, but since heâs already here, you should have it up there with your little bear family,â he beamed, taking the panda from your hand and placing it up on the shelf with the rest of your bear collections. âShe can be their Chinese aunt.â
âBecause sheâs from China?â you asked and saw him nod his head. You both laughed. âIâm sure they appreciate you making their family bigger.â
âThanks for saying that,â he smiled, not the mischievous kind of smile that he usually sported, but a sincere oneâas if he was touched by your statement. âIâm glad I could make them happy,â he added, staring at the bear family.
You stared at him for a moment, something warm and unfamiliar swelling in your chest. This wasnât just some casual fling anymore, was it? You tried to play it cool, but the way he just knewâthe way he quietly showed up in your life, making you feel special in small but wonderful waysâmade it harder to keep pretending you didnât care. You could only hope heâd open up to you and let you into his world. That way, you could love him properly.
âThanks,â you said softly. âItâs cute.â
âYeah?â he asked, turning his gaze back at you. âYouâre cute.â
You rolled your eyes, though your heart skipped a beat. âShut up.â
Mingyu chuckled, leaning against the wall, watching you with an unreadable expression. It was like he wanted to say something but was holding back. You were holding back too, both of you toeing the line of something you could not bring up.
âIâll make you dinner,â you offered, trying to fill the silence.
âYou donât have to,â Mingyu replied, but you were already walking toward the kitchen, grateful for the distraction.
The rest of the evening was spent with each otherâs company, sitting together on the sofa with your head resting on his chest as he absentmindedly stroked your hair. The silence wasnât awkward or strained; if anything, it was soothing, the kind of peace that made you feel safe and whole.
It is in moments like this that you realize you need not fill every moment with words. Being with him like this was comfortable and nice.
Mingyu shifted slightly, one hand holding your shoulder as he reached for his phone on the coffee table. You glanced up at him, watching as the light from the screen cast soft shadows across his face. Youâd memorized every detail of how he looked by nowâthe sharp lines of his jaw, the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, that playful smirk he always wore. But tonight, something about him felt different. His dark hair, slightly disheveled, framed his forehead just the right way, and you couldnât help but think of how soft it lookedâhow soft it felt the mornings you ran your fingers through it when he was half-asleep. He always looked good, like some kind of casual perfection, but right now, with his face relaxed in the glow of the phone, he looked almost unreal.
Youâd thought he was handsome the day you met himâheâd always had that charm that caught you off guardâbut now, now that youâd spent nights tracing every inch of him, mornings laughing at how messy his hair could get, and afternoons like this where he seemed so unaware of how much space he took up in your thoughts... it hit you all over again. He wasnât just good-looking. He was beautiful in a way that made you ache a little, like your mind couldnât fully comprehend that someone like him was sitting here with you.
His voice broke through your reverie, a gentle reminder that this wasnât some dream youâd conjured up. He really was here. âAh, I almost forgot. Exams start tomorrow. Are you ready?â
You pressed your lips together in a tight line, suddenly reminded of the real world. âIâve gone through all my notes, but Iâm not sure,â you muttered, the conversation feeling trivial compared to what was really on your mind. You werenât thinking about exams. You were thinking about how, with him beside you like this, nothing else seemed to matter.
âWe could pray,â he snickered. âFor our grades.â
You rolled your eyes. âAs if you have to. Youâre gonna ace everything and graduate with flying colors.â
Mingyu chuckled. âWeâre freshmenâages away from graduation.â
âYes, but if you continue at your current pace, youâd really graduate with distinction.â
He hummed, kissing your forehead. âYou think too highly of me. I like it more when you used to call me a himbo. Less pressure.â
Without thinking, you let out a soft sigh, turning to look at him. Really look at him. His focus had shifted back to his phone, his long fingers casually scrolling through whatever app he was on, but there was a subtle tension in his jaw, like maybe he was thinking about something too.
âLetâs go to bed. Iâm tired,â you said, nuzzling into his shirt.
Mingyu sighed, pulling you closer as he placed his phone down. âSorry. I have to be home tonight.â
âOh.â You didnât mean for it to sound so disappointed, but it slipped out anyway.
Mingyu rubbed the back of his neck, clearly sensing the shift. âI just have to help out at home tonight. My parentsâŚâ He trailed off, leaving the explanation half-formed, and you didnât press him for more.
âRight. Of course,â you said, forcing a small smile. âYou donât have to explain.â
There was an awkward pause before he kissed the top of your head again, his voice soft. âIâll see you tomorrow, okay?â
âYeah, sure.â You sat up as he rose from the couch, the warm space he left behind feeling a little colder already.
Mingyu grabbed his jacket from the chair, glancing at you with a small, apologetic smile. âIâll text you.â
You nodded, watching as he left, and once the door clicked shut behind him, the silence of the room felt a little too loud.
âHeâs just busy with exams,â you told yourself, sitting in your living room with your elbows propped on your knees, chin in your hands. You stared at the bears on the bookshelf, speaking to them as though they could somehow offer an answer. âOr maybe he had stuff to take care of at home.â
It had been four days, and you hadnât heard from Mingyu. He texted after he left your apartment like he said he would, but after thatânothing. The last thing he mentioned was that he was spending time with his father. But then, radio silence.
âHe should at least check in on me, right?â you muttered, leaning back into the sofa. âItâs been four days.â
Just as you were spiraling further into your thoughts, your phone buzzed in your hand, making you sit back up with a jolt. Your heart raced at the thought of Mingyu finally texting you, but your excitement died down as quickly as it came. It was just Mina.
Mina: otw to pick u up. U ready?
âOh, shit,â you cursed, bolting upright. You scrambled to your bedroom, throwing on the first outfit you could find that was semi-decent for a party.
You spent the next five minutes getting ready, knowing Mina lived nearby and would be here in less than ten minutes. By the time you heard the knock on your door, you were almost done with your makeup, except for the lipstick that you decided youâd do in the car.
âComing!â you called out, rushing to slip on your shoes as you headed for the door. But when you flung the door open, it wasnât Mina standing outside.
Mingyu stood there, his hands tucked into his hoodie pockets, wearing the faintest of smiles. âHi.â
âMingyu!â you exclaimed, gripping the doorknob to resist the urge to leap into his arms. âWhat are you doing here?âÂ
 âI thought Iâd drop by. Is now a bad time?â
âNo! I mean, yesâkinda! Iâm going to Hoshiâs party,â you rambled.
Mingyu nodded, a flicker of realization crossing his face. âAh! I was supposed to go there too. Should we go together?â
âMy friends are already on their way to pick me up,â you said quickly, wincing. âCome inside for a bit.â
You pulled him in by the sleeve, shutting the door before Mina could catch you in this whirlwind of confusion. Mingyu was hereâafter four days of nothingâand suddenly, all those unspoken thoughts came rushing back. Why hadnât he reached out? What was going on?
âYou said youâre supposed to go to the party?â you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.
âYeah,â he answered, walking closer and resting his forehead on your shoulder. His sigh was long, deep, and heavy. Much heavier than you expected.
âIs everything okay?â you asked, placing a gentle hand on his back.
âYeah, itâs just⌠Iâve been exhausted these days,â he confessed, sighing again. He wrapped his arms around your waist. âLetâs just stay like this for a while.â
And you did. You let him stay there, gently stroking his back in hopes that it would bring him comfort from whatever it was that was bothering him. It was as if you could sense the weight of his worries pressing down on him.
In that silence, your mind raced. You wanted to ask what was wrong, but something in his demeanor urged you to hold back. Instead, you focused on the rhythm of his breathing, the steady rise and fall of his chest. He needed this comfort, and for now, it felt like enough to be there for him. You didnât move, not even when you heard the first series of knocks on your door. You just stood there, giving Mingyu the warmest hug you could offer.
When the second knocks came, followed by Minaâs voice calling your name, Mingyu pulled away. âIs that your ride?â
âYeah,â you replied softly, almost in a whisper.
He smiled at you, tucking a few strands of hair behind your ear, lingering for a momentâthumb gently tracing the line of your jaw. âIâll see you there, then.âÂ
âAlright,â you whispered, leaning in to place a chaste kiss on his cheek. âIâll go first, okay? You can stay for as long as you need.â
âThanks,â he said, kissing your lips softly.
In the car with your friends, your mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Mingyu. Is he okay? What happened? Why did he seem upset and sad? Where was he these past few days?
âWhereâs Mingyu these days?â Mina asked, tugging on your elbow to get your attention. âYou guys are close, right?â
âHuh?â you asked, surprised by the question. What you have with Mingyu wasnât a secret, but you didnât openly tell other people about it. Whenever someone noticed that you seemed close, you always told them that you were friends. And in a way, you were.
Mina tilted her head slightly, confused. âWas I wrong? I thought you two got along.â
âOh, yeah. Weâre friends.â
Mina said, âI havenât seen him around campus in a while. Is he okay?â
âI think heâs fine, yes. Whyâd you ask?â you replied.
âWell, something happened a few days ago,â Mina said, hesitating. She turned to Jill, your other friend whoâs driving. âJill, tell her what happened.â
You met Jillâs gaze in the mirror briefly. âLea and I saw him getting slapped outside the campus.â
Your heart ached. âWhen was it? Who hit him?â
âIt was probably his mom,â said Lea, glancing at you from the shotgun seat. âShe looked like it and Mingyu got in her car after. Luckily there werenât many people there and I think only a few noticed. But he seemed really depressed at the time.â
You leaned on the backrest of your seat, crossing your arms over your chest as you wondered about Mingyu. Is he having problems at home? Is that why he was upset?
âYouâre worried. You must be close,â Mina said, probing for answers about your relationship with him.
âHeâs my friend. Of course Iâm worried.â
When you reached the party, you were stuck with your friends for a while, playing a round of drinking games with other people. When that was over, and youâd managed to slip away unnoticed, you searched the crowd for Mingyu.
You leaned against the wall, holding a half-full cup of punch, scanning the crowd. You spotted him nearby, talking to a group of friends, his usual easy smile lighting up his face. You smiled too, watching him. It was almost effortless with him, how he could make everyone around him feel comfortable. Youâd noticed it beforeâMingyu was always the life of the party wherever he went.Â
But then you remembered what your friends told you, and the smile faltered from your lips. How much pain was he hiding behind those sweet smiles? Were they fake the whole time? Or were they real and was he only able to smile this much outside his home? What was going on with his life? With him? At this point, the most fitting question would be, âWho is he really?â
You were about to join him when you noticed someone approach himâsome girl you hadnât seen before. She was tall, pretty, with perfectly styled hair and an outfit that screamed confidence. She touched Mingyuâs arm lightly, leaning in to say something that made him chuckle. It was a small, polite laugh, the kind he gave when he didnât want to be rude, but that didnât stop the knot from forming in your chest.
You tried to ignore it, reminding yourself that it didnât mean anything. But when she took another step closer to him, her fingers lingering on his arm, you felt a strange tightness, a familiar sensation that crawled under your skin.Â
Jealousy.
Jealousy was a strange thing. You had never felt it beforeânot like this. The idea of losing him, even though you werenât âtogether,â made your stomach flip.Â
Mingyuâs eyes flicked over the room, and then they landed on you. For a split second, you thought about looking away, playing it cool. But the look in his eyes, the way his face softened when he saw you, stopped you in your tracks. He smiledâhis real smile, the one that made his eyes crinkle at the cornersâand the knot in your chest loosened a little.
Without a word, Mingyu took a small step back from the girl and made his way over to you. You tried to act casual, leaning against the wall as if your heart wasnât racing.
âHey,â he said, his voice warm and familiar. He stood close, the heat of his presence drawing you in.
âHey,â you replied, trying not to let the relief show on your face.
âEnjoying the party?â he asked, leaning in slightly so you could hear him over the music.
âYeah, itâs fine,â you said, shrugging. âYou seem popular tonight.â You couldnât help the slight edge in your voice, even though you tried to play it off as a joke.
Mingyu raised an eyebrow, clearly catching the subtle tone. âYou mean her?â he asked, tilting his head toward the girl who was now talking to someone else. âSheâs just being friendly.â
âFriendly, huh?â you replied, taking another sip of your drink. âLooked like she was being a little too friendly.â
Mingyu laughed softly, stepping even closer. His hand brushed against your arm, sending a familiar warmth through you. âDid you know I like my women territorial?â he teased, but his tone was gentle.
You scoffed, trying to hide the sudden rush of embarrassment. âGo find yourself someone territorial then,â you said, bumping your shoulder against his when you pushed past him.
Mingyu chuckled, turning to grab your wrist and stop you from leaving. âI donât need to find one.â He tugged you towards him, hugging you from behind and planting a sloppy kiss on your cheek. âI have my territorial girl right here.â
You rolled your eyes, but your heart fluttered. âGet off me. Why are you doing this in public?â you chided, shaking him off but not putting in any strength to actually get away from him.
âOh, is this not allowed?â he asked and you were about to fire a retort when you caught your friendsâ gazes from across the room. You felt your cheeks flare, looking away to avoid Minaâs teasing grin.
âGet off.â You pushed him away and straightened your clothes.
Mingyu chuckled heartily, tugging your shoulder so youâd face him. He was smiling softly, a softness that made you feel seen in a way that was more intimate than anything else. âDonât worry. Iâm yours exclusively.â
You stared at him, trying to read what was on his mind. You wish you could, but it was impossible.Â
The words hit you harder than you expected. Exclusively? He must be talking about the fact that you were exclusive fuck buddies. You wished he wasnât, but youâd rather not have false expectations.Â
âI know,â you said, your voice quieter now.
For a moment, neither of you spoke. The tension hung in the air between you, thick and unspoken. You didnât need to say anything more. You both understood.
âMingyu!â shouted someone from across the room. You both turned your heads in the direction of the voice and saw a guy waving for Mingyu. âCome on, man! Itâs your turn!â
Mingyu chuckled, waving back. âYou guys continue without me!â he shouted back. Then he took your hand, fingers lacing through yours, and gave it a small squeeze. âWanna ditch?â
You shrugged.
âCome on. I know you want to leave and go for burgers right now.â
You felt a smile tug at your lips. âDid you just read my mind?âÂ
âNo, but I have a manual in my head with your name on it, and that information is saved here,â he replied, pressing an index finger to his temple.
âYouâre so obsessed with me. Arenât you embarrassed?â you quipped, pushing off the wall and walking toward the door, feeling the familiar warmth of Mingyuâs presence right behind you.
The night ended in your apartment, as expected. In the heat of the moment, you set aside everythingâyour confusion, the questions, everything. There was only you and him in this moment of passion. Once more, you let yourself spiral into the momentary distraction of pleasure. And when the high slowly dissipated, you found yourself in the warm bathtub, with your back leaning on Mingyuâs chest.
âAre you staying?â you asked softly. âOver, I mean. Or do you need to go home?â
âIâd love to stay,â he replied. âIs that okay?â
âOf course it is.â You closed your eyes, content with his answer. âI donât even want you to leave,â you blurted before you could stop yourself.
Mingyu chuckled lightly. âI donât want to leave either. I wish I could just stay here. Forever, if thatâs even possible,â he said and it left a bitter taste in your mouth.
âOh yeah? Then why do youââ You bit your lip, feeling vulnerable all of a sudden. You werenât used to confronting things like this. You looked up to meet his gaze, looking into his eyes. âWhere will you disappear next time, Kim Mingyu?â
For a second, his expression shiftedâjust a flicker of something in his eyes, something you couldnât quite read. âIâm not going anywhere,â he said, his voice filled with a quiet certainty. âNot unless you want me to.â
Your chest tightened. His words were simple, but the weight behind them hit you harder than you expected. How long had you been waiting to hear something like that? To know that, at least for now, he was yours, and he wasnât going to slip away without warning like he had before.
You swallowed hard, trying to find your voice again. âNo. I donât want you to go.â
Mingyu smiled, that same easygoing grin that always seemed to make everything feel okay, even when it wasnât. âThen stop worrying,â he said, his thumb still tracing those soft circles on your skin.
He didnât make a promise, and maybe you shouldâve asked for one. Because even though he stayed for a while, it didnât stop him from fading away all over again.
You were at Minaâs apartment, sitting on the edge of her bed while she packed her things. Beside you, Jill was cradling a bag of chips, pointedly refusing to share.
âI still donât get why youâre moving out,â Jill grumbled, slapping your hand when you reached for a chip. She shot you a glare and continued, âCanât you just tell your parents you donât want to live with them?â
âAsian parents,â Mina sighed, shaking her head. âYou wouldnât understand.â
âExactly! I donât understand why theyâd move to another state just to follow you here,â Jill said, incredulous. âThatâs some next-level parenting!â
âThey moved because they canât stand being away from their daughter,â you chimed in, swiping a protein bar from Jillâs stash. âAlso because they can.â
âYeah, and thatâs why itâs so confusing,â Jill scoffed, gesturing toward Mina. âMy parents love me too, but they wouldnât move out of their hometown just to keep me close. Are all Asian parents like hers? Do they really want their grown-ass kids living at home?â
You shrugged. âIâm not sure, but it happens more often than youâd think.â Your mind briefly wandered to Mingyu, remembering how heâd moved back in with his parents.
Before you could say more, music blared from outside the bedroom, cutting through the conversation. You looked up to see Lea entering the room, a towel draped over her shoulders like a makeshift cape. She carried a speaker in one hand, which she promptly set down on the nightstand.
âYou say!â she belted, voice dramatic as she launched into the opening lines of a Hamilton song. âThe price of my love is not a price that youâre willing to pay!â
The three of you groaned in unison.
Mina rolled her eyes, standing up to shove Lea out of the room. âGet out, nerd,â she said, feigning annoyance but unable to hide her smile.
âSheâs sad. Let her grieve,â you teased, glancing toward the door where Lea continued knocking persistently.
Mina sighed and switched off the speaker, silencing the music. âSheâs just overdramatic, thatâs what she is. Itâs not like we wonât see each other anymore.â
âMaybe you wonât,â you said, shrugging. âWho knows? Some people like to disappear and not say a word. Only to show up out of nowhere and act like nothing happened.â
Mina crossed her arms over her chest, tilting her head slightly as she observed you with a hint of suspicion in her eyes. âWhere is this coming from?â
You shrugged, glancing at Jill who was giving you the same look. The chuckle you let out was awkward and defensive. âNowhere. Iâm just yapping for no reason. You know me.â
âYeah, we know you,â Jill said, grinning playfully. âWe know youâre hiding someone up at your apartment.â
âWHAT?â you exclaimed, backing away and laughing incredulously. âNo. When did I ever! Youâre crazy," you denied, snorting.
âUh-huh? Then why havenât we been invited there in like, six months already?â Jill interrogated.
You looked away. âI didnât know you guys were keeping count.â
âWho is it?â Mina pressed, a teasing smile on her lips.
âNo one,â you said briskly. âWe havenât talked in like, a week.â
âOh, is it over before we even found out who it was?â Mina asked, appalled.
Before you could respond, Leaâs voice rang out from outside the door, full of flair. âYouâll be back! Soon youâll see! Youâll remember you belong to me!â
Yeah. Mingyu will be back. Like always.
You went on with your life, like always. Youâd learned to adapt. Classes came and went, each lecture merging into the next. On the first few times that Mingyu would disappear, you used to be distracted. Now you just went on as usual. Each day passed in a blur of classes, late-night study sessions, and the occasional laugh with friends.
âYou still havenât told us who this mystery man is. Heâs not a professor, is he?â Lea questioned while you were at a cafe one evening.
âNo! What the heck?â you said briskly, shaking your head at the ridiculous accusation.
âIs it Mingyu? You guys seem... close,â Mina teased.
âNo,â you lied, blatantly.
Mina nudged your elbow. âThen why wonât you tell us?â
You hesitated, glancing down at your plate. âItâs just⌠itâs complicated.â
âComplicated how?â Jill asked, leaning in, her eyes glimmering with curiosity. âHe ghosted you, right? Youâre better off without him.â
âYeah, I guess,â you said, but the words felt heavy in your mouth. You could not bring yourself to tell them that heâd done this before, and that heâd be back. When he does, youâd take him back like you always did.
You didnât want to tell them how much you craved his presence, even if it was a source of confusion and pain. The idea of him laughing and teasing you again, the thought of being held by him, being one with him in body and mindâit all felt like a drug you couldnât resist. How could you tell your friends that? Theyâd kill you if they canât kill Mingyu first.
Mina reached out, squeezing your hand. âYou deserve someone whoâs all in. Not someone who just pops in and out of your life.â
âI know,â you nodded, appreciating their concern. You know they were right, but you still wanted to wait for Mingyu.
Just as the ache began to dull into a familiar rhythm, you were in the library, buried under a pile of textbooks. The quiet hum of studying students surrounded you, but you were in your own world, focusing on an assignment.
âHey, stranger,â said a familiar voice that made your heart race. You looked up to find Mingyu and your stomach flipped as you caught his eye. He looked goofyâexactly as you remembered. âMissed me?â
âMore like I forgot what you looked like,â you retorted, trying to play it cool.
He laughed, that warm, infectious laugh that always made your heart flutter. âOh, come on! You know you missed my face.â
âNot as much as I missed your annoying habit of interrupting my study sessions,â you shot back, though you couldnât suppress the smile creeping onto your face.
Mingyu grinned, leaning closer. âI canât help it. Whatâs more interesting than me?â
Your heart swelled at his playful confidence, and for the first time in weeks, the tension in your chest eased a little. âA lot of things, actually,â you teased, trying to keep the atmosphere light.
âLies,â he said pouting as he slid on the seat next to you, scooting so close that your shoulders were squeezed together. âSo, any plans tonight?â
You rolled your eyes, but inside, you felt the warmth of his presence filling the void he had left.
Mingyu started to integrate himself back into your life seamlessly. He would swing by your apartment with snacks, distract you with silly anecdotes, and make you laugh until your sides hurt. You need not mention that most of these nights were spent with your limbs tangled underneath your sheetsâhalf his weight pressing on you, your fingernails digging into his skin, as your moans blended with his soft grunts, creating a beautiful melody that made you lose your mind.
One afternoon, you found yourselves in the park, lounging on the grass under the fading sunlight. âSo, whatâs new with you?â he asked, propping himself up on his elbow to look at you.
âNot much. Just the usualâclasses, studying, hanging out with the same friends,â you replied, your gaze drifting to the clouds above.
He raised an eyebrow. âJust that? No wild adventures? No spontaneous trips?â
You laughed softly. âYouâre my wild adventures, Mingyu.â
Mingyuâs expression shifted, his playful demeanor softening as he studied your face. âIâm sorry for disappearing like that. I just needed some time to take care of stuff,â he explained, playing with the ends of your hair. âI wish I didnât have to.â
His words hung in the air, and your breath caught in your throat. The way he looked at you made you feel special againâloved even. You could feel the warmth spreading in your chest, a blend of relief and yearning.
âIâm glad youâre back,â you said softly, your heart swelling with hope.
âI know,â he replied with a teasing smirk, but his eyes were sincere. You stayed like that for a while, just staring at each other, not quite understanding what your eyes were trying to tell each other, but content nonetheless.
âI should go,â you said, sitting up. Mingyu followed, holding your hand and resting his chin on your shoulder.
âGo where? I was hoping we could hang out again tonight. How does steak sound? Iâve gotten good at it recently.â
âI am tempted, but maybe next time. I made plans with the girls.â
âCan I sleep over tonight, then? I donât wanna go home,â he pleaded.
You winced. âMinaâs sleeping over tonight.â
âDidnât she sleep over the other day, though?â
âYeah, well. She doesnât have an apartment anymore. Itâs a long story.â
Mingyu gasped playfully. âIs she moving in with you?â
âNo, not really. But sheâd be sleeping over sometimes.â
âNot your friend cockblocking me.â
You threw your head back laughing. âDumbass. Go away.â
As the days turned into weeks, you settled back into the regular rhythm with him. Mingyu seemed lighter, more carefree. Every moment felt precious, as if you were both making up for lost time.
But behind the lighthearted moments, you could feel itâthe underlying tension that often accompanied Mingyuâs presence. You pushed it aside, choosing to savor the time you had together instead of dwelling on what might come next.
Then, one chilly evening, it happened.
Youâd heard somewhere before that one should expect disappointment. That way, the said disappointment would hurt less once it comes. They were only half-right.
âWhatâs your opinion so far?â you asked, watching Seungcheol lean back in his chair.
He shook his head slowly. âIâm not really in a position to comment.â
âItâs fine. I donât mind. Iâm the one asking.â
He hesitated, choosing his words carefully. âI think youâve got yourself stuck in an impasse. And honestly, itâs a frustrating one, because you knew what was going on, you didnât like it, and you knew exactly what you could do to get out of it.â
âAnd your point is?â
âMy point is, you could have spared yourself the trouble. You could have chosen differentlyâconfront him, walk away, tell him to leave if heâs just gonna keep doing what heâs doing,â he replied.
You shot him a teasing smile. âNotice how youâre listing all the things I could have done, instead of what Mingyu should have done?â
There was a flicker of realization on Seungcheolâs face, clearly caught off guard. âOhâŚâ
You chuckled softly. âExactly. Thatâs because people generally donât trust men to be capable of picking up after their messes.â
âThatâs actually a good insight,â he admitted with a nod. âSo what happened after that?â
âYou know what happened. Itâs where I started when I told you this story. He called me after a week of radio silence, complaining about his annoying professor. Then I invited him over, we had sex, and we fell back into the same cycle of pretending like nothing was wrong. With him. Or with us. Then he vanished again.â
Seungcheol nodded quietly as he refilled your empty glass. For some reason, the gesture felt like a pat on your shoulder. In your mind, you thought that maybe this was his way of comforting you. That isâif he cared at all.
âThat was the first time we fought,â you added, smiling bitterly at the memory.
At that point, youâd recognize the cues. Youâd had Mingyu memorized and knew exactly from the way he was beginning to get detached that he was about to disappear againâlate replies, making excuses and avoiding you at the campus. The thought of being abandoned by him once more struck a chord in you. Before you know it, you were confronting him, demanding to be heard.
âYouâre doing it again,â you said, just as he was reaching for the doorknob.
Mingyu stopped, looked back at you, and blinked, confused. âDoing what?â
You gestured at him at the door. âThis. The avoiding, the excuses.â Your voice was sharper than you intended, but you couldnât hold it back anymore.
He shifted, clearly uncomfortable. âIâve been busyââ
âStop!â you interrupted. âJust stop it! Donât lie to me, Mingyu. You think I donât notice? Youâre pulling away, and you always do this right before you disappear!â
Mingyu sighed, backing away from the door and facing you fully. He uttered your nameâsoftly, pleadingly. âCome on, baby. Letâs not do this right now.â
âWhat? Am I supposed to just take it in stride while you disappear to God knows where without so much as a word? No. Weâre doing this right now,â you demanded. The corner of your eyes began to sting with the tears threatening to fall.Â
He reached to touch you but you recoiled, and he could only clench his fist then withdraw his hand. âIâm sorry.â
âIs that all you have to say?â you asked, appalled.
âI donât wanna make excuses.â
âWho said you have to?â you asked quietly, your voice unsteady. âYou just have to be honest.â
âIt's easier said than done!â he snapped, exhaling sharply as he held your gaze. You could see the hesitation on his face before he looked away and ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.
âWhat do you want from me, Mingyu?â you croaked out, trying to steady yourself on your feet. âWhy do you keep doing this to me?â
âI donât mean to hurt you,â he said defensively, reaching out again but you backed away.
âBut you do! And I feel like absolute shit because⌠becauseâŚâ The words got stuck in your throat. How were you supposed to explain the constant tug-of-war inside you? The feeling of wanting more but being too scared to ask for it? âAm I just someone you use when itâs convenient? Someone you need when youâre lonely, then toss aside the moment youâre done?â
âNo! Donât say that!â Mingyu growled, grabbing you by the shoulders and pulling you into a tight hug. You tensed at first, but then you felt itâthe way his arms wrapped around you, not in anger, but in desperation. âI care about you. I care a lot about you.â
The force of his hold spoke louder than anything heâd said. His grip tightened slightly, but it wasnât suffocating. It felt⌠conflicted, as if he was holding onto you for dear life but didnât know how to tell you why. You felt his breath, unsteady against your hair, like he was battling with words that refused to come out.
But it wasnât enough.
You stiffened in his arms, resisting the urge to melt into his warmth like you always had before. âMingyu,â you whispered, your voice barely holding together, âif you care about me, why wonât you just be honest?â
He didnât let go, but his grip faltered, his fingers loosening just enough for you to feel the uncertainty. His silence stretched on, filling the air between you, but he still couldnât say it. He couldnât give you what you neededâa promise, a reason, something to hold onto.
âGo,â you said, your voice raw with pain.
Mingyu faltered, his arms falling to his sides, his eyes pleading as if youâd just said something he wasnât ready to hear. âPleaseâŚâ he whispered, reaching out again.
You turned your back on him. âJust go, Mingyu,â you repeated, voice cracking as you struggled to keep your tears at bay. âGo. I canât do this right now.â
With your back turned you didnât see him linger by the door, hand hesitating on the knob. You didnât catch the sadness clouding his eyes, the way his fingers twitched as if to reach for you one last time. And you missed the way he looked at youâtorn, brokenâbefore he slipped out of your life once again.
And with Mingyu gone, he didnât see your legs give out beneath you. You collapsed onto the living room floor, where the two of you had spent countless hours together, making memories that now felt like they belonged to a different time. Your sobs filled the silence of the empty room, the weight of everything crashing down on you, and for the first time, you let yourself break at the place where you had once felt whole.
You went on with your life, almost mechanical now with its repetition. Classes, study sessions, dinners with friendsâit was all about keeping your head above water, distracting yourself from the void Mingyu had left behind. You had been through this before, so in some twisted way, you were used to it. He always came and went, and every time he left, it hurt less. The only difference was that this time, you werenât sure if heâd ever come back.Â
You missed him in the morning. Your eyes searched for him around campus all day. And your soul ached to be held by him at night. Your friends noticed your distracted state, and they had asked once but didnât press on when youâd hinted that you didnât want to talk about it. They figured that, eventually, you'd open up. In the meantime, you stuck to your routine, pretending everything was fine. And in a way, it was. Your tears eventually dried up and the restless nights decreased. The pain had dulled, and you were starting to accept that maybe this was for the best.Â
But it seemed like fate wasnât done toying with you yet. One evening, you were lounging on the couch with Jill, Lea, and Mina. You were halfway through a movie youâd been meaning to watch, a quiet evening like so many before when your friends had kept you company so you werenât left to your sad thoughts.
Then your phone rang. At first, you thought it might have been a mistake, that you were hallucinating when you saw Mingyuâs nickname on your screen.
âR18 plus plus plus? Whoâs that?â Mina teased, noticing the name flash on your phone. âA fling?â
âItâs no one,â you muttered, still staring at the screen.
âArenât you gonna pick it up? Itâs kinda loud, love,â said Jill, motioning to the TV.
You stood up, heading to the kitchen to answer the call. You knew you shouldnât, but a part of youâthe part that still hoped, still craved his presenceâwanted to hear what he had to say.
âHello?â you answered, your voice shaky.
âHi.â The voice on the other end was unfamiliar, and they said your name uncertainly.
âYes. Who is this?â
âThis is Dan. Your number was on the phone so I called. Can you come to the bar downtown? Itâs right across from 00 University. The owner of this phone had a little too much to drink. Can you come pick him up?â
For a moment, you couldnât speak. Mingyu? You hadnât heard from him in weeks. âI⌠yeah, Iâll be there,â you managed, glancing at your friends. âGive me twenty minutes.â
You ended the call and stood, grabbing your coat. Mina raised an eyebrow, but you avoided her gaze. âI have to go,â you said quickly.
âNow, now. Youâre not ditching us for Mr. R18 plus plus plus, are you?â Mina teased again, but you werenât in the mood for jokes.
âR18? Is that a booty call?â Lea chuckled.
âItâs not what you think, guys.â You sighed, offering a quick, apologetic smile. âIâll be right back.â
Without waiting for their protests, you rushed out the door, your heart pounding. You were confused and surprised. Mingyu drunk and alone in a bar? This was so out of character for him. Heâd never done anything like this before.
When you arrived at the bar, you spotted him immediately. Slumped against the counter, his head hanging low, he was a mess. His hair was tousled, his eyes half-closed, and his cheeks flushed with alcohol. The confident Mingyu you knew was gone, replaced by this hollow, drunken version. You approached him, appalled at the sight of him looking wasted.
âYou must be her,â asked the bartender.Â
You nodded, glancing at Mingyu. âHow long has he been like this?â
Dan sighed. âA few hours. He was drinking alone, staring at your number. Said he wanted to call, but wasnât sure if he should.â
Your heart twisted at that. He wanted to call? He was thinking about you? But then, why hadnât he?
âHow much did he drink?â you asked, eyeing about a dozen bottles of beer in front of him and hoping he didnât drink all of those by himself.
Mingyu stirred at the sound of your voice, his head lifting slightly. He tried to focus on you, but his eyes were hazy. He mumbled your name. â...is that you?â
Dan gave you a sympathetic smile. âHeâs all yours.â
âYeah, itâs me.â You sighed, wrapping an arm around him, trying to lift him to his feet. He leaned heavily against you, his body sagging.
He whispered your name again, slurring the syllables, and for a moment, something inside you softened. But no. You couldnât do this again. Not like this.
With a struggle, you managed to get him outside. âKim Mingyu, youâre gonna have to pull it together, or Iâll leave you here.â
Mingyu groaned, trying to straighten up. âI missed you,â he mumbled, his words barely coherent. He stumbled, reaching for your face but missing, his hand landing on your shoulder instead. He rested his head on your shoulder, taking a deep breath. âMissed you so much.â
You winced at the words, unsure of what to feel. Did he mean it? Or was it the alcohol talking? âCome on. Letâs get you home.â
In the cab ride back to your apartment, he kept trying to pull you closer, his head resting on your shoulder, his breath warm against your neck. Every time he said your name, it felt like a knife twisting in your chest. How could he hurt you so easily, and yet make you feel so needed at the same time?
When you got him inside, your friends were still there, their faces full of questions. Jill stood first. âWhatâs going on?â she asked, though the answer was obvious.
âHeâs drunk,â you said simply, guiding him to the couch. âIâm sorry. Can we call it a night? I promise Iâll explain later.â
They exchanged looks but didnât argue. Lea gave you a quick hug before leaving, followed by Jill and Mina. âText us if you need anything,â Mina said quietly, her eyes lingering on you as if she wanted to say more.
Once they were gone, you turned to Mingyu, who had collapsed onto the couch. He was mumbling your name again, his eyes barely open.
You knelt beside him, brushing the hair from his forehead. âYouâre a mess, Mingyu.â
He smiled lazily, his hand reaching for your face. Then he chuckled. âDan, you bastard, what did you put in my drink? Why am I seeing things?" he drawled out the words.
âYouâre not seeing things,â you chided, albeit softly, as you pushed his hand away.
You sighed, pulling away from his touch. You started to help him out of his jacket, his body warm and damp with sweat. As you worked, he kept trying to pull you closer, his hands wandering over your body, his lips trying to find yours but clumsily landing on different spots in your face.
You swatted his hand each time, and pushed him away as much as you could. You stripped him down until he was left with only his boxers. Afterward, you gave him a blanket and were about to leave when he grabbed you by the waist.
âStay,â he whispered.
Just like that, the tears you thought had dried up started welling your eyes again. You stood there, letting yourself get enveloped by his warmth again. If only he could stay like thisâopen, vulnerable, needing you. But deep down, you knew this wasnât real. Tomorrow, heâd be gone again.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, soft and gentle. You stirred awake, feeling a familiar ache settle deep in your chest. The first thing you did was rise out of bed and go to the living room. Mingyu was still asleep on the couch, his arm draped lazily over the edge, his chest rising and falling in slow, steady breaths.
Quietly, you walked over to the couch. You sat down on the floor next to him, folding your legs beneath you. Your eyes traced the familiar lines of his face, softened in sleep. He looked peacefulâvulnerable even, like he wasnât the same man whoâd disappeared for weeks without a word.
How many times have you told yourself not to expect more? That he wasnât yours to keep. He was only yours in stolen momentsâwhen the world outside didnât exist, and it was just the two of you, tangled in each other. But those moments were fleeting, like a breath you couldnât quite hold on to.
You sighed, brushing a loose strand of hair away from his forehead. âDamn you, Kim Mingyu.â
What if this time was different? What if, just once, he stayed? Hope was a dangerous thing. Every time you thought you were free from him, he pulled you back in, sometimes with nothing more than a look, a word, or the weight of his presence.Â
Mingyu stirred, his eyelids fluttering open slowly. His gaze found yours almost immediately, bleary but aware. For a long moment, neither of you said anything. You just looked at each other, the silence heavy with unsaid words, with everything you were too afraid to admit. The hurt. The longing. The quiet hope that maybe, just maybe, he wanted you as much as you wanted him.
His eyes lingered on your face, as if he was trying to read your thoughts. You felt exposed under his gaze, like he could see through the walls youâd built to protect yourself from him.
Then, without a word, he reached for you. His hand, warm and tentative, cupped the side of your face, and you leaned into his touch instinctively, closing your eyes for a second as your breath caught in your throat. When you opened them again, his gaze was intense, searching.
His lips brushed against yours, soft and familiar. Then, his grip on you tightened, and you found yourself sinking into him. For a few moments, it felt like nothing else mattered. The pain, the confusion, the nights spent wondering where he wasânone of it existed here.
You knew this wasnât safe. Letting him back in, letting him hold you, kiss youâit was a cycle you couldnât break. But you didnât pull away.
He guided you to the bed, his hands sliding over your skin with tenderness, as though he was afraid youâd slip away from him. You werenât sure who needed who more in this momentâwhether he was seeking comfort from you, or whether you were the one hoping he would stay, if only for a little longer. Maybe it didnât matter.
Your clothes fell away slowly, piece by piece, until there was nothing left between you. His touch was familiar, yet it felt different somehowâsofter, more cautious. You shivered as his lips trailed across your collarbone, your breath hitching in your throat.
He then lay on his back, guiding you to straddle him. Youâd miss everything about him these past few weeks, but you didnât know how much you longed for him until he was deep inside you. It hurt a little, but you didnât falter, you just stayed there for a second, adjusting to the stretch that you hadnât felt in a while.
Mingyu sat up, his hands supporting your back as he pressed his forehead against yours. âYou okay?â he asked, his lips ghosting over your skin. You nodded, moving ever so slightly. Mingyu kissed the side of your head. âGood girl.â
You didnât reply, too caught in the moment to think beyond the feeling of his hands on you, and his manhood inside you. Soon you were breathless on top of him, grinding rhythmically, back arching with each motion. His hands were as strong as they had always been, gripping your hips as he guided your movements. You did not contain your moans, knowing Mingyu preferred hearing themâthat he loved hearing you.
Just as you were nearing release, Mingyu shifted your positions, pinning you underneath him. He stared into your eyes for a moment, caressing your cheek before he kissed your open mouth. And once again, he thrust into you. The room was filled with soft soundsâquiet breaths, gentle whispers of each other's names. Everything felt slow, like time had stretched out just for you two, giving you space to exist in this fleeting moment.
There was no rush, no frantic urgency. Just two people, tangled together in a slow, deliberate, and passionate sex driven not solely by lust but by something more powerful.Â
Love. You felt it in his every push, every kiss, and every touch. It was different this time. His hands lingered longer, his lips sought yours more often, and the way he whispered your nameâit wasnât just desire. It was more, and you felt it deep within your chest, like an ache that had finally found its release
And when it was over, you lay together, his arms wrapped around you, his heartbeat steady beneath your ear. You traced lazy circles on his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing. His body was warm, his presence grounding you in a way that made you want to believe he could be yours.
âI love you,â he said suddenly, his voice quiet but clear.
You froze, your hand still on his chest as the words hung in the air. You werenât sure if youâd heard him right. Slowly, you lifted your head to look at him, your heart hammering in your chest. âWhat did you say?â you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
Mingyuâs eyes softened, a faint smile playing on his lips as he repeated the words that made your breath catch. âI said, I love you.â
Your heart swelled, but with it came a surge of doubt. Could you believe him? Could you trust these words from the same man who had vanished from your life without a second thought so many times before? It felt like standing on the edge of a cliff, one step away from free-falling into something that could either break you or save you.
You wanted to say it back. The words were on the tip of your tongue, but they felt too heavy, weighed down by all the times youâd convinced yourself that this moment would never come. Instead, you settled for leaning up and kissing him, slow and soft, your lips lingering against his. Maybe this kiss could say what you couldnât. Maybe it could be enough to bridge the gap between hope and reality.
When you pulled back, you looked at him again, the uncertainty gnawing at your chest. âDo you really mean that?â you asked, your voice smaller than you intended. âOr are you just saying it because⌠because of what just happened?â
Mingyuâs eyes darkened with something unreadable. He reached up, cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against your skin. âI mean it,â he said, his voice rougher now, like the words were harder for him to say than he let on. âI wouldnât say it if I didnât.â
His eyes were heavy with exhaustion, but there was something else there tooâsomething softer, more vulnerable. He didnât say anything. He didnât need to. You both knew what this was, even if neither of you was ready to admit it.
You pressed another kiss on his lips, your hand cupping his face. Maybe this time would be different. Maybe.
Or maybe not.
Seungcheolâs eyes stayed locked on you, you could see curiosity and concern written on his face. You just stared right back, keeping your lips tight.
âThatâs it?â he asked, his voice soft, almost disbelieving.
You nodded. âThatâs it.â
He blinked slowly, clearly not satisfied with your answer. Heâd been so engrossed in the story that neither of you had noticed how late it had gotten.Â
âIt canât be,â he murmured. âWhat happened after?â
You let out a breath, shrugging as if it didnât matter. âWe talked. Well, fought, mostly. I asked him what he wantedâif heâd finally commit. In the end, he didnât pick me. After everything, I thought he would. You know confessing his love and all that. But⌠meh.â You rolled your eyes. âThatâs how it went.â
Seungcheol leaned in, his eyes narrowing. âSo you walked away?â
âI donât wanna go into details anymore, but yes I walked away with my dignity intact. I mean,â you paused to laugh. âI couldnât keep letting him do that to me, could I? I had to stop it. I was better than that, though it took a while for me to finally grasp that fact and walk away.â
Seungcheol nodded slowly, but there was something unsatisfied in his expression. âWell, good for you. You deserve that. You deserve better.â
âI know,â you chuckled, but the laugh felt forced. âItâs funny, looking back. I acted so stupid for him. But Iâm just glad itâs over now, you know? That chapter is closed.â
He tilted his head, his brow furrowed in thought. âThatâs good. Although I dare say, your storytelling is a bit, I donât know⌠anticlimactic?â
âIs it?â you asked like it wasnât something you already felt too. You forced a shrug. âMaybe. But thatâs how it went. Things kept circling back to the same pattern and this part is basically the same. Thereâs only so many times you can replay the same argument, you know? I just skipped it,â you added with a forced smirk, hoping it would distract him from prying any further.
Seungcheol observed you for a minute, and you wondered if he could see right through you. Seems impossible. He didnât really know you until today, and you were a pretty decent liar.
âRight,â he said, his tone softening, though the doubt hadnât entirely left his face. âWhatâs next then?â
You blinked. âHuh?â
âI mean, whoâs next?â he clarified, leaning back in his chair. âKim Mingyu is not the only guy youâd ever dated, is he?â
You let out a short laugh, but it was strained. âNo, there were others. But itâs late, Mr. Choi. The lady needs her sleep.â
He shot to his feet, his face immediately contrite. âAh, of course! I didnât mean to keep you up.â
âIâm sure you didnât. If you want to hear more, you can ask the front desk for me. Tomorrowâs my day-off so I have time. We can also discuss the fee you promised,â you said, smiling and then narrowing your eyes at him. âThat is, if you havenât forgotten about it.â
âI remember.â He smiled. âGood night then.â
âThanks for listening,â you said with a small wave as you turned to head toward your room.
As you made your way back to your quarters, thoughts of Mingyu swirled in your mind. Youâd lied to Seungcheol. The ending between you and Mingyu wasnât anticlimactic at all. It had been messy, filled with bottled-up anger and days wallowing in misery. But youâd never admit that to Seungcheol. Sharing a failed romance with a stranger was one thing; baring the ugly truth of just how miserable and pathetic you felt back then? That was something else entirely.
At the time, you thought heâd finally let you in. He did, for a moment. Mingyu had opened up about the weight of familial expectations, how it crushed him to follow a path that wasnât his. He talked about the people and dreams he had to leave behind. And he confessed that the reason he couldnât choose you, after all this time, was that same fearâthat one day, heâd have to turn his back on you too.
âYou donât have to,â you said, placing a hand on his arm. âIâll be here. Wouldnât it be easier if you had someone to rely on?â
Heâd smiled at you then, a smile filled with gratitude and maybe something like love. âThank you. I appreciate that.â
And so, you stayed. And Mingyu? He stayed the sameâthoughtful, goofy, always consistent. Sometimes, heâd come to you in low spirits, and youâd let him lean on you in silence, even though he never fully shared his feelings. You fell deeper in love with him, slowly realizing that everything felt emptier, harder without him. You barely noticed time fly by, but you did notice that Mingyu no longer disappeared. He no longer detached himself from you. He was there all the time, even on days when he didnât feel like himself.
Freshman year passed and you went up with him at his familyâs estate to spend the break. He lived in a big house but his parents werenât home the whole time you were there. It was nice to get a glimpse of his life, of the place he grew up in and the person he was before you met him. You spent time hanging out, making love, and being each otherâs support system.
But despite how wonderful it was, despite the burning passion, the cloud of uncertainty loomed over you while you were there. The happiness you felt was so overwhelming, it scared you. It felt too good to be true, like the calm before an inevitable storm.
This storm would come earlier than either of you expected. And it came in the mail.
âWhat is it?â you asked, wrapping your arms around Mingyuâs seated figure. You tried to peek into the letter, but he put it away.
âNothing important,â he replied, holding your arm and rubbing it as he looked up at you. He smiled at you and then pressed a soft kiss on your lips. âWhere were you?â
You pointed at your head, wrapped in a towel. âIn the bath,â you said, straightening up and walking toward the bed to undo your hair.
âYou were gone for an hour.â
âYeah. I was actually waiting for you to join me,â you said, not hiding your disappointment.
He groaned. âOh, man. You shouldâve told me.â
You grimaced. âNo, you shouldâve looked for me when you noticed I was gone.â
He tucked the envelope in the drawer before jumping in the bed with you. He pinned you down, making you squeal. Then he started peppering you with kisses all over your face. When he caught a whiff of your neck, his expression immediately shifted from goofy to naughty.
âIâd love to do it in the tub, but the bed isnât such a bad idea too,â he lilted, undoing the ribbon of your robe.
âThe bed is the best place to do it, dumbass.â
Mingyu hummed in satisfaction. âI love it when you talk dirty to me,â he said, making you laugh.Â
That afternoon was spent being one with each other too, like the previous ones. When you fell asleep, Mingyu was beside you, his head leaning on your chest while you play with his hair. But when you woke up, it was already dark and the spot where Mingyu laid was cold.
You pushed yourself upright, wrapping your robe around you as you padded across the room, calling out his name. âMingyu?â The sound echoed back in the silence. You checked the bathroom, the living roomâevery corner of the house, each step feeling heavier than the last. No sign of him.
You tried his phone next, only to find it sitting on the nightstand. Thirty minutes passed, then an hour. Your calls for him became more frantic, though still unanswered. It was only when the housekeeper returned that she offered some explanation.
âHe went out earlier, maâam,â she said, smiling kindly. âHe didnât say where, but Iâm sure heâll be back soon. Mr. Mingyu would never leave you alone.â
Right, he wouldnât. Yet that wasnât reassuring at all. This housekeeper might have watched Mingyu grow up, even took care of him during those years, but she had no idea what Mingyu had put you through. Still, you wanted to believe in him.
The hours passed, and the next morning came. He hadnât come home yet. You waited until the evening, and the following evening on the next day, and the next, and the next. Still no Mingyu. The house felt hollow without him, as though the walls themselves knew something was wrong.
It was on the fourth day, when your frustration turned to desperate curiosity, that you found the letter tucked away in the drawer of his desk. Your fingers trembled as you unfolded itâan acceptance letter to a university abroad.
He hadnât mentioned this. Was he planning to leave? Had he already left?
Youâd looked for him and asked everyone at his house for help but no one seemed to know where he went. They even had to contact his parents and you didnât really expect them to know either, but it was frustrating to hear them say it.
âHave you checked his flat, maâam?â the housekeeper asked.
You blinked. âI thought he moved out of his flat?â
The housekeeper shook his head. âNo, maâam. Heâs been living here again, but that place in the city still belongs to him. Maybe heâs there?â
It wasnât like himânot anymore. Ever since the two of you had gotten closer, you thought the days of him pulling away without warning were over. You had let yourself believe that, anyway. But now, you felt the creeping sense of something breaking, something final.
You commuted back to the city and went straight to his flat. You hated this feelingâthe waiting, the uncertainty. It felt like standing on the edge of something crumbling beneath your feet.
And now here you were, in front of his door, heart pounding as you knocked. You didnât expect him to answer. But, he did.
Mingyu stood there, looking disheveled, dark circles under his eyes like he hadnât slept in days. The sight of him was both a relief and a frustration, all the hurt and confusion swirling inside you.
âWe need to talk,â you said, pushing past him into the apartment before he could say anything.
He closed the door behind you but didnât move. âI know,â he muttered, his voice hoarse.
You turned to face him, crossing your arms. âWhatâs going on, Mingyu? You disappeared. Again. After everything we talked about. After you said you didnât want to keep doing this.â
He ran a hand through his messy hair, looking anywhere but at you. âIâm sorry,â he said, but there was no conviction in his voice.
âThatâs it? Thatâs all you have to say?â Your voice cracked despite your efforts to keep it steady.Â
Mingyu finally looked at you, his expression torn, like he didnât know how to put what he was feeling into words. âI donât know⌠I needed time. I couldnâtââ
âYou always need time, Mingyu,â you interrupted, your frustration boiling over. âYou say you donât want to do this alone, but then you push me away every chance you get. Do you even want me in your life?â
âI do! Iâve never wanted anything else! But I canât⌠Iââ he paused, running his fingers through his hair. âI canât keep dragging you into this.â
âYouâre not dragging me, Mingyu. Iâm here to stay! But if weâre gonna keep having this⌠if youâre gonna keep doing this to me, then whatâs the point?â you asked, the words heavy with your anger and frustration. âIâm sick of this, Mingyu. Arenât you?â
His eyes widened, and you could see the conflict in him. But he didnât answer. He didnât say anything, and that silence hit you harder than anything else.
You swallowed the lump in your throat, taking a step closer to him. âIf you donât want me, just say it. Tell me to go, and I will. But if you want me to stayâŚâ Your voice faltered as you searched his face, desperate for any sign. âTell me to stay, Mingyu. Say it.â
For a long moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of your uneven breaths. You waited. He opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again.
âMingyu, pleaseâŚâ you pleaded, holding back your tears. âJust say âdonât go,â and I wonât,â you added, shaking your head.
Mingyu reached for your face, staring at you with tears in his eyes. Then he pressed his forehead against yours as he sobbed. âIâm sorry.â
Your heart sank, the answer clear even though he never spoke the words. You took a shaky breath, nodding to yourself. âOkay,â you whispered, wiping away a tear that rolled down your cheek. âI get it.â
You backed away and then turned toward the door, your chest aching with every step you took. But before you could reach the handle, you stopped, glancing back one last time, hopingâprayingâthat he would say something, anything, to stop you.
But Mingyu stayed silent. And with that, you walked out with finality in your stride.
To say you were a mess after that was an understatement. You were a wreckâmiserable and sad, wandering through the days like a ghost of your former self. You ran to your friends, crying in their arms for hours, the kind of raw, gut-wrenching sobs that left you breathless. You thought youâd only cry about it for a few days and get over it. But it went on for a whole month.
Some nights, after too many drinks, youâd find yourself dialing his number, the alcohol loosening the grip of reason in your mind. âMingyuuuu,â youâd whine into the phone, your voice slurred and pathetic. âI love you so much! Take me back!â
The next morning, youâd wake up to the shame of your drunken confessions, staring at the ceiling with the weight of regret pressing down on you. Youâd replay the conversations in your mind, cringing at how desperate you sounded, wondering how you let yourself fall apart so completely.
Your friends did their best to pull you out of the darkness, but every attempt felt futile. Youâd join them for outings, but you were barely present, laughing too loudly at jokes that didnât register or staring blankly at the world around you. One night, they dragged you to a party, insisting you needed to have fun. But there you were, clinging to your drink, watching everyone dance and laugh, while the memories of Mingyu spun in your mind. Once the reality set in that he was no longer there to ditch the party with you, you stumbled to the bathroom and locked yourself in, sobbing into your hands as the beat thudded through the walls.
Even the simplest tasks became challenges. Your studies slipped away; assignments piled up, and your grades plummeted. Youâd sit in your lectures, staring at the board but absorbing nothing. Friends would express their concern, but you brushed it off with a half-hearted smile, not wanting to burden them any more than you already had.Â
Eventually, you hit a breaking point. On one particularly dark day, you sat alone in your room, surrounded by empty cans and bottles and crumpled tissues. The realization hit you like a freight train: you couldnât do this anymore. You werenât just grievingâyou were drowning.
In the haze of your despair, you made the impulsive decision to skip the semester and move back home with your family. The thought of facing another day in the city without Mingyu felt unbearable. Packing your things felt like burying a part of yourself, but it was your only option. Every corner of your apartment did nothing to help your move on anyway.
You took one last look of the place where you made the most memories with Mingyu. And as you closed the door, you hoped it would also close that chapter in your life.
Your parents welcomed you with open arms, concerned and confused by your sudden return. You pretended everything was fine, but they noticed the shadows under your eyes, the way you flinched at the slightest mention of your time at university.
In the quiet of your old room, you often found yourself staring at the ceramic bears on your nightstand, remembering the small joy of building a family for these inanimate decors. Your friends tried to reach out, but you brushed them aside, too ashamed to admit how far you had fallen. They understood, giving you the time and space that you needed, knowing you'd be back once things were all better.
And as the weeks passed, something began to shift. The sun shone a little brighter, and the weight of your grief slowly lightened. You spent time with your family, rediscovering old hobbies and connecting with friends who reminded you of who you were before Mingyu. Slowly, you started to feel like yourself again. You laughed more, shared stories, and realized that life still held moments of joy, even in the absence of him.
One day, while cleaning your room, your eyes caught your little bear family, focusing on the grizzly and panda Mingyu had gifted you. Their faces seemed more cheerful now and you felt a bittersweet pang in your chest.Â
Where could Mingyu be right now? How is he? You had no idea, but you wished he was in a better place than before. Somehow, you wish you could at least extend a hand to comfort him, even as a distant friend.
Then an idea came. You picked up the grizzly and the panda, memories flooding backâof laughter, of warmth, of love. But you knew that holding onto them was holding you back. And right now, you didnât really need them anymore.
You wrapped the figurines carefully in bubble wrap and wrote a short note:
âIâm sending these with a happy heart and I hope that instead of bitterness and sorrow, they will bring a smile to your face, just like they did when we first met them. Thank you for the memories. Know that I do not regret meeting you, and if I had to do it again, I would. Although, maybe Iâd make better decisions then. Youâll always have a space in my heart, Gyu. I hope youâre in a better placeâboth in your heart and mind. Love, me <3â
As you dropped the package off at the post office, you felt lighter, liberated. The storm that had raged within you had dissipated, replaced by the gentle promise of new beginnings. You smiled to yourself, knowing that while the past would always be a part of you, it no longer defined you. You were ready to embrace whatever came next. Youâre young, you have a whole life ahead of you.
And if you happen to run into Mingyu again in the future, you hope he will be in better circumstances. Whatever he was going through, you wished heâd get over it and be genuinely happy.
[fin]
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SO WHAT? YOU'RE NOT MY BOYFRIEND.
pairings. choi seungcheol x female reader genre(s). smut, fluff, angst
summary. your roommate ruins your date night and treats you with something better.
warnings. explicit language, sexual themes, unprotected sex, swearing, angst, jealousy, emotional confrontation, masturbation (Male and Female Receiving) clit stimulation, oral sex (Female Receiving) hair pulling, aftercare, dirty talk, overstimulation -- if i missed anything lmk!
It was another late night at the office, the clock nearing midnight as the soft hum of computers and the occasional shuffle of papers filled the air. You leaned back in your chair, stretching your arms above your head and stifling a yawn. Across the room, Seungcheol was doing the same, his eyes meeting yours with a familiar glint. This had become your routine â working late into the night, side by side, before heading back to your shared apartment.
"Are you ready to call it a night?" Seungcheol asked, his voice breaking the silence.
You nodded, shutting down your computer. "Definitely. I think Iâve stared at this screen long enough to see the code in my sleep."
He chuckled, standing up and grabbing his jacket. "I know the feeling. Let's get out of here."
The walk back to your apartment was quiet, the streets deserted and the air crisp. It was a short distance, just a few blocks, and the familiarity of the path made the silence comfortable. When you reached the apartment, Seungcheol unlocked the door and held it open for you, a small gesture that always made you smile.
Once inside, the routine continued. You dropped your bags by the door, kicked off your shoes, and headed to the kitchen. "Want something to drink?" you called over your shoulder.
"Sure, just water for me," he replied, disappearing into his room to change out of his work clothes.
You poured two glasses of water and settled onto the couch, waiting for him to return. Moments later, he emerged in his usual post-work attire â gray sweatpants and a plain T-shirt, looking effortlessly handsome. He joined you on the couch, taking his glass with a grateful nod.
"Long day," he said, taking a sip.
"Tell me about it," you replied, leaning back against the cushions. "I don't know how much longer I can keep up with these late nights."
He turned to you, a playful smirk on his lips. "You say that every night, and yet here we are."
You rolled your eyes, but couldn't help the smile that tugged at your lips. "Yeah, yeah. Don't remind me."
This was your life â a blend of work and personal time that blurred the lines between professional and intimate. Seungcheol was more than just a co-worker; he was your confidant, your roommate, and the one constant in your hectic life. The nights often ended like this, with the two of you sitting close, sharing quiet moments that hinted at something more.
It had started innocently enough, a mutual attraction that neither of you had acknowledged at first. But late nights at the office had a way of breaking down barriers, and before long, your relationship had shifted into something physical. There was an unspoken agreement between you â no strings attached, no complications, just a way to unwind after the stress of the day. And it worked, for the most part.
The routine was simple and comforting. After sharing a drink and some light conversation, the atmosphere would naturally shift. Seungcheol would give you that look, the one that made your heart skip a beat and sent a shiver down your spine. It was a look that promised escape from the day's stress and a dive into something much more exhilarating.
"Ready for bed?" he would ask, though the question always held a double meaning.
"Yeah," youâd reply, though the answer was never just about sleep.
You both moved with a practiced ease, the kind that comes from familiarity and mutual understanding. There were no awkward hesitations or second guesses â just a smooth transition from the living room to the bedroom. Seungcheol would wrap his arms around you from behind as you brushed your teeth, his lips brushing against your neck, sending a thrill through you. These moments of quiet intimacy were as much a part of your routine as the more passionate encounters that followed.
In the bedroom, the air would be thick with anticipation. Seungcheol had a way of looking at you that made you feel like the most important person in the world. He was attentive, always knowing exactly what you needed without you having to say a word. It was this unspoken connection that made your arrangement work so well. He understood you, and you understood him.
He would start slowly, his touch gentle yet firm, his kisses soft but growing more urgent as the moments passed. There was a rhythm to it, a dance that you both knew the steps to by heart. The way his hands roamed your body, the way he whispered your name â it was a routine that brought both of you immense comfort and satisfaction.
"You're so beautiful," he'd murmur against your skin, his voice husky with desire.
"And you're insufferable," you'd tease back, your breath hitching as his hands found their way to your most sensitive spots.
But beneath the teasing and the passion, there was a deeper connection. The routine was more than just physical release; it was a way for both of you to unwind and find solace in each other. The world outside could be chaotic and demanding, but in those moments, everything else faded away.
Afterwards, you would lie together in a tangled mess of limbs and sheets, the post-coital glow making everything feel warm and safe. Seungcheol would hold you close, his fingers lazily tracing patterns on your skin. It was in these quiet moments that you felt the most at peace.
"You should try to get some sleep," he'd whisper, his breath warm against your ear.
"I will," you'd reply, though you often found yourself staying awake a little longer, savoring the feeling of his body next to yours.
One morning, as you and Seungcheol were enjoying a lazy breakfast together, you decided to share some news that had been on your mind. It was your day off, and the apartment was filled with the comforting scent of freshly brewed coffee and the soft hum of the radio playing in the background. You had been chatting casually about work and plans for the day when you took a deep breath and decided to bring it up.
"Hey, Seungcheol," you started, trying to keep your tone light and casual, "I wanted to let you know that Iâm bringing a friend over tonight. His name is Haru."
Seungcheol's reaction was subtle, but you noticed it immediately. His grip on his coffee mug tightened slightly, and there was a brief flash of something in his eyes â jealousy, perhaps? â before he quickly masked it with a neutral expression.
"Oh?" he said, raising an eyebrow. "A friend, huh? What's the occasion?"
You shrugged, trying to hide your own nervousness. "Just thought it would be nice to hang out. Haru and I have been talking for a while, and I thought it would be good to introduce him to you."
There was a beat of silence as Seungcheol processed this information. He took a sip of his coffee, his eyes studying you over the rim of his mug. "I see. Well, itâs your place too. You can invite whoever you want."
You nodded, feeling a mix of relief and apprehension. You had expected some sort of reaction from Seungcheol, but his indifference felt almost worse than outright disapproval. You couldnât quite place it, but there was an undercurrent of tension in the air now, a silent understanding that things might be changing.
The rest of the day was a whirlwind of activity as you prepared for Haruâs visit. You spent hours cleaning the apartment, making sure everything was perfect. The kitchen was spotless, the living room was tidy, and you even put fresh sheets on the guest bed just in case. All the while, Seungcheol watched you with a mixture of amusement and something else you couldnât quite identify.
"You're really going all out for this guy, huh?" he remarked, leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen as you bustled around.
"Well, I want to make a good impression," you replied, trying to sound casual. "It's important to me."
Seungcheol just nodded, his expression unreadable. "If you say so."
As the day wore on, your excitement grew, but so did your anxiety. You couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Seungcheol's reaction than he was letting on. You had always valued your relationship with him, but you also knew that things couldn't stay the same forever. Introducing someone new into your life felt like a step forward, but it also felt like a step away from the comfortable routine you had built with Seungcheol.
The afternoon sun filtered through the windows, casting a warm glow on the apartment. You found yourself glancing at the clock more often than usual, your heart beating a little faster with each passing minute. You had spent so much time with Seungcheol, sharing laughs, secrets, and intimate moments, that the thought of changing that dynamic was both thrilling and terrifying.
Seungcheol, meanwhile, tried to focus on his own tasks. He moved around the apartment with an air of forced nonchalance, his usual confidence replaced with a slight edge of unease. He couldn't deny the pang of jealousy that gnawed at him, but he also didn't want to overstep any boundaries. You were free to see whoever you wanted, and he had no right to interfere. Still, the thought of you being with someone else made his chest tighten.
"Need any help with dinner?" Seungcheol offered, his voice breaking the silence that had settled between you.
You looked up from the vegetables you were chopping and smiled. "Sure, you can set the table."
As he busied himself with plates and cutlery, Seungcheol couldn't help but steal glances at you. There was a lightness in your step, a brightness in your eyes that he hadn't seen before. It was clear that you were genuinely excited about Haru's visit, and that realization made his heart ache just a little bit more.
"What's he like?" Seungcheol asked, trying to sound casual.
"Haru?" You paused, thinking about how to describe him. "He's sweet, funny, and really kind. We've been talking a lot, and I think there's something special between us."
Seungcheol nodded, forcing a smile. "That's great. I'm glad you're happy."
You sensed the underlying tension in his words but chose not to push it. Instead, you focused on the task at hand, preparing a meal that you hoped would impress Haru. As the aroma of cooking filled the apartment, you allowed yourself to relax, reminding yourself that this was a positive step forward.
By the time evening rolled around, everything was ready. The table was set, the food was prepared, and you had even taken the time to freshen up and change into something nice. As you gave yourself a final once-over in the mirror, you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the evening ahead.
Just as you were about to head back to the living room, there was a knock at the door. Your heart leaped in your chest, and you quickly moved to answer it. Opening the door, you were greeted by Haru's warm smile.
"Hey," he said, his eyes lighting up when he saw you. "You look amazing."
"Thanks," you replied, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks. "Come in."
Haru stepped inside, and you took a moment to admire him. He was tall and lean, with dark hair that fell slightly over his eyes and a charming, easygoing demeanor. He wore a casual outfit â jeans and a fitted shirt that showed off his athletic build. There was an air of confidence about him that put you at ease and made you feel excited about the evening ahead.
As you led Haru into the apartment, you couldn't help but feel a surge of pride. You had worked hard to make everything perfect, and now it was time to see how the evening would unfold. You guided him to the living room, where the table was set, and the aroma of the dinner you had prepared filled the air.
"This looks fantastic," Haru said, glancing around appreciatively. "You really went all out."
You smiled, feeling a warm glow of satisfaction. "I just wanted to make sure you felt welcome."
Just as you were about to introduce him to Seungcheol, you heard the sound of a door opening behind you. Seungcheol stepped out of his room, wearing his usual post-work attire of gray sweatpants and no shirt. His appearance was casual, yet it held an undeniable magnetism.
His well-defined muscles, honed from hours at the gym, moved with an effortless grace. His broad shoulders and chiseled chest caught the light just right, casting shadows that emphasized his sculpted physique. But it was his face that truly captivated â a strong, chiseled jawline framed a mouth that could shift from a teasing smile to a serious line in an instant. His dark hair was tousled, giving him an endearingly roguish look, while his eyes, a piercing shade of deep brown, held an intensity that made it hard to look away.
There was a certain scent about him, a mix of clean soap and something distinctly his, that lingered in the air and made your heart race. As he moved, there was an air of confidence and quiet strength about him, yet a hint of vulnerability in the way his eyes flickered over to you, just for a moment, before settling on Haru.
Seungcheol stopped in his tracks, his gaze locking onto Haru and then drifting down to where your hands were still connected. The room seemed to freeze in that moment, an awkward silence enveloping you all.
"Hey," Seungcheol finally said, his voice low and rich, like a warm breeze. "I didn't realize we had company."
You quickly dropped Haru's hand, feeling a bit flustered. "Seungcheol, this is Haru. Haru, this is my roommate, Seungcheol."
Haru extended a hand, smiling politely. "Nice to meet you."
Seungcheol glanced at the outstretched hand, his eyes narrowing slightly. He made no move to take it, instead crossing his arms over his chest, his expression remaining cool and unreadable. "Likewise," he said, his gaze never leaving Haru's face.
There was a palpable tension in the air, and you couldn't quite understand why. Seungcheol's usual easygoing demeanor seemed to have been replaced by something more guarded and intense. You brushed it off, attributing it to the sudden change in routine.
"Why don't you join us for dinner?" you suggested, trying to ease the awkwardness.
Seungcheol glanced at the table, then back at you. "I was just going to grab a snack," he said, his tone casual. "But thanks for the offer."
Ignoring the lingering tension, you led Haru to the dining table and gestured for him to sit. As you brought out the food, Seungcheol moved to the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge with an air of nonchalance that seemed almost too forced. He emerged with a bottle of water and a snack, then leaned against the counter, watching you and Haru with a look that you couldn't quite decipher.
"So, how did you two meet?" Seungcheol asked, his voice cutting through the quiet conversation you were having with Haru.
"We met through a mutual friend," Haru explained, smiling at you. "Itâs been really nice getting to know Y/N."
"That's great," Seungcheol replied, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. "Y/N is pretty amazing."
The compliment, though genuine, felt loaded with unspoken words. You glanced at Seungcheol, trying to gauge his mood, but his expression was unreadable. You turned your attention back to Haru, determined to make the evening enjoyable despite the strange undercurrent of tension.
As the evening progressed, the atmosphere in the room grew increasingly strained. You and Haru settled into a comfortable rhythm, your conversation flowing easily despite the occasional pointed look from Seungcheol. Haru seemed genuinely interested in what you had to say, and you found yourself relaxing more with each passing minute. The food was delicious, and the atmosphere should have been perfect, but you couldn't shake the feeling that Seungcheol was watching your every move with a scrutinizing gaze.
"So, Haru," Seungcheol interjected suddenly, his voice slicing through the lighthearted chatter with the precision of a well-aimed dagger. "What line of work keeps you occupied?"
Haru looked up, momentarily startled by the abrupt inquiry. "I'm a graphic designer," he replied, offering a polite smile. "I work at a small agency downtown."
"Fascinating," Seungcheol drawled, leaning back in his chair with a languid grace that belied the intensity of his gaze. "It must be quite rewarding to indulge in such creative endeavors. Y/N and I, alas, are consigned to the monotonous world of numbers and figures."
You shot Seungcheol a pointed look, silently beseeching him to temper his remarks. However, he merely quirked an eyebrow, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips as if he were savoring the undercurrent of tension he had created.
"It has its moments," Haru conceded, his smile faltering ever so slightly under the weight of Seungcheol's scrutiny. "I do enjoy the creative challenges."
"Good for you," Seungcheol replied, his tone laced with a veneer of civility that did little to mask the sarcasm lurking beneath. "It's always heartening to hear of someone finding fulfillment in their work."
Sensing the rising tension, you endeavored to steer the conversation back to safer waters. "Haru, you were telling me about that fascinating project with the interactive website. Do go on."
Haru's face brightened at the change of topic, and he launched into an enthusiastic description of his latest project. You listened with genuine interest, but you couldn't ignore the way Seungcheol's eyes kept flickering back to you, his expression a perplexing blend of amusement and something darker.
As the evening wore on, Seungcheol's interruptions grew more frequent and increasingly pointed. He made snarky comments about the food, pointed out trivial inconsistencies in Haru's stories, and even "accidentally" bumped into you as he moved about the apartment. Each incident seemed designed to unnerve Haru, whose initial charm was gradually giving way to visible discomfort.
"Excuse me," Seungcheol said at one point, reaching across the table with a deliberate nonchalance that belied his true intent. He managed to knock over Haru's glass of water, sending a cascade of liquid across the table. "Oops. My apologies."
You quickly grabbed a towel to mop up the spill, your frustration simmering just below the surface. "It's fine," you said through clenched teeth, attempting to maintain your composure. "No harm done."
Haru forced a smile, but the strain was evident in his eyes. "It's okay," he murmured, though his voice lacked its earlier warmth.
Seungcheol's behavior was wearing on your nerves, and you couldn't fathom why he was acting this way. He had never been so openly antagonistic before, and it was starting to fray your patience. All you wanted was to enjoy your evening with Haru, but Seungcheol seemed hell-bent on making that impossible.
The final straw came when Seungcheol "accidentally" brushed against Haru's arm as he walked past, causing Haru to drop his fork with a loud clatter. The sound reverberated through the tense silence, amplifying the growing discord.
"Seriously?" you snapped, your eyes flashing with indignation as you glared at Seungcheol. "Can you please give us a moment's peace?"
Seungcheol raised an eyebrow, his expression one of feigned innocence. "I was merely getting a drink," he said, holding up his glass as if to underscore his point.
"Well, can you manage it without causing a scene?" you retorted, your frustration boiling over.
Haru placed a soothing hand on your arm, his touch gentle and calming. "It's okay, Y/N," he said softly, his eyes beseeching you to let it go. "Really, it's fine."
But it wasn't fine. You could see the hurt and confusion in Haru's eyes, and it only fueled your anger further. Seungcheol was ruining what should have been a pleasant evening, and you were at a loss to understand why.
The tension in the room had reached a palpable peak, a silent battle of wills between Seungcheol and Haru with you caught in the crossfire. The evening that you had hoped would be a pleasant introduction of new possibilities had turned into a minefield of unspoken emotions and escalating conflict.
Seungcheol's final act of sabotage came as the three of you attempted to settle down in the living room. You had just suggested watching a movie, hoping it might diffuse the tension, when Seungcheol abruptly stood up, his eyes glinting with barely concealed irritation.
"I don't think this is working out," he announced, his voice ringing with a finality that froze you in place. He turned to Haru, his expression hardening. "I think it's time for you to leave."
Haru's eyes widened in shock, his calm demeanor slipping as he struggled to process Seungcheol's blunt dismissal. "Excuse me?" he said, his voice tinged with disbelief.
"You heard me," Seungcheol replied, crossing his arms over his chest. "This isn't your place, and I think it's best if you leave now."
You felt a rush of anger and embarrassment flood your cheeks. "Seungcheol, what the hell are you doing?" you demanded, stepping between him and Haru. "You can't just kick him out like this!"
Seungcheol's eyes met yours, a storm of emotions swirling within them. "I'm doing what needs to be done," he said, his tone unyielding.
Haru stood up, his expression a mixture of hurt and frustration. "It's okay, Y/N," he said, his voice resigned. "I'll go. This isn't worth the trouble."
You turned to Haru, your heart sinking. "I'm so sorry, Haru. This is not how I wanted tonight to go."
Haru managed a small, sad smile. "It's not your fault," he said softly. "I'll call you later."
As Haru gathered his things and headed for the door, you felt a pang of guilt and regret. This was supposed to be a simple, pleasant evening, and now it was ending in disaster. Once the door closed behind Haru, the silence in the apartment was deafening.
You turned to Seungcheol, your anger boiling over. "What the hell was that for?" you shouted, your voice shaking with fury. "You just ruined my date! Why would you do that?"
Seungcheol's jaw tightened, his eyes flashing with a mix of defiance and something else you couldn't quite place. "He wasn't right for you," he said flatly.
"That's not for you to decide!" you shot back, your frustration reaching a breaking point. "You had no right to interfere like that. Haru is a good guy, and you just humiliated him for no reason!"
Seungcheol took a step closer, his presence towering over you. "I couldn't just stand by and watch you pretend everything was fine when it clearly wasn't," he said, his voice low and intense. "You deserve better than some guy who doesn't even know you."
"Better?" you echoed, incredulous. "And who are you to say what I deserve? You've made it very clear that our...whatever this is...doesn't mean anything beyond a few nights of fun. You don't get to dictate who I see or don't see."
Seungcheol's eyes darkened, his frustration matching your own. "Is that what you think?" he demanded, his voice rough with emotion. "That this doesn't mean anything to me?"
You crossed your arms, trying to shield yourself from the vulnerability his words evoked. "What else am I supposed to think? You keep things casual, no strings attached. That's what we agreed on."
"And maybe I was wrong," Seungcheol said, his voice softer now, but no less intense. "Maybe I want more than that. Maybe I want you."
The words hung in the air between you, a raw and unfiltered confession that left you reeling. You searched his eyes, looking for any sign that he was playing with you, but all you saw was sincerity and a depth of emotion that took your breath away.
The silence following Seungcheol's confession was thick with tension, each second stretching like an eternity. You stood there, heart pounding, grappling with the raw honesty of his words. The anger that had fueled your argument moments ago was now mingled with confusion and a flicker of something unnamed and unsettling.
"Y/N," Seungcheol began, stepping closer, his eyes never leaving yours. "I mean it. I want you."
You opened your mouth to respond, to argue, but before you could utter a single word, Seungcheol closed the distance between you. His hands cupped your face with a tenderness that belied the intensity of his emotions, and then his lips were on yours, silencing your protests in an instant.
The kiss was both unexpected and overwhelming. Seungcheol's lips were warm and insistent, moving against yours with a fervor that took your breath away. For a moment, you were lost in the sensation, the world narrowing to the points where your bodies connected. His kiss was demanding yet tender, a blend of passion and desperation that made your heart race.
But just as quickly, the reality of the situation crashed back over you. You pulled away, your breath coming in short, uneven gasps. "No," you said, shaking your head as if to clear it. "You don't get to do that."
Seungcheol's eyes searched yours, a mix of confusion and hurt flashing across his face. "Y/N, Iâ"
"No," you interrupted, your voice trembling with a mixture of anger and frustration. "You can't just kiss me and expect everything to be okay. You don't get to treat me like some casual hookup and then suddenly decide you want more. It doesn't work like that."
Seungcheol took a step back, his hands dropping to his sides. "That's not what I'm doing," he said, his voice low but steady. "It's not like that."
"Then what is it?" you demanded, crossing your arms over your chest in a defensive gesture. "Because all you've ever wanted from me is something casual. And now, after ruining my date, you think you can just change the rules?"
"Y/N, please," Seungcheol pleaded, his eyes filled with a vulnerability that made your heart ache. "Just listen to me."
You hesitated, the sincerity in his voice giving you pause. "Fine," you said, your tone still guarded. "I'm listening."
Seungcheol took a deep breath, as if gathering his thoughts. "I know I've been an idiot," he began, his voice steady but tinged with regret. "I've been hiding how I really feel because I was scared. Scared of messing things up between us, scared of losing you if it didn't work out."
You frowned, your anger slowly giving way to confusion. "What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about how much you mean to me," Seungcheol said, taking a step closer. "I'm talking about how I can't stand the thought of you being with someone else because it makes me realize just how much I care about you. This isn't just some fling for me, Y/N. It never was."
His words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of unspoken emotions. You could see the sincerity in his eyes, the raw honesty in his expression. It was a side of Seungcheol you hadn't seen before, and it left you reeling.
"But you never said anything," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "You never gave me any indication that you felt this way."
"I know," Seungcheol admitted, his voice thick with regret. "And I'm sorry for that. I thought I could keep things casual, that it would be easier that way. But seeing you with Haru... it made me realize that I can't do this anymore. I can't pretend that what we have doesn't mean everything to me."
You stared at him, your mind racing as you tried to process everything he was saying. The anger that had fueled your argument was slowly giving way to a deeper, more complex mix of emotions. Part of you wanted to believe him, to take the leap and see where it could lead. But another part of you was still hurt, still wary of getting your heart broken.
The silence hung heavy between you, laden with the weight of unspoken words and the raw, intense emotions that Seungcheolâs confession had unearthed. You could see the sincerity in his eyes, the raw vulnerability that he rarely showed. And in that moment, your resolve began to waver.
âSeungcheol,â you began, your voice trembling, âI donât know what to say.â
âThen donât say anything,â he replied, stepping closer, his gaze unwavering. âJust let me show you how I feel.â
Before you could respond, he closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a kiss that was both fervent and tender. His hands moved to your waist, pulling you against him, and you felt your body respond to his touch, the anger and confusion melting away, replaced by a burning desire.
His kiss deepened, his tongue sliding against yours with a sensuality that made your knees weak. You clung to him, your hands tangling in his hair as you surrendered to the intensity of the moment. Seungcheolâs hands roamed over your body, his touch igniting a fire in your veins.
He broke the kiss, his breath ragged as he looked down at you, his eyes dark with desire. âI need you, Y/N,â he murmured, his voice rough with longing. âI need you to know how much you mean to me.â
You nodded, unable to find your voice. He took your hand, leading you to the bedroom, each step filled with anticipation and unspoken promises. Once inside, he turned to you, his gaze smoldering.
âUndress for me,â he commanded softly, his eyes never leaving yours.
With trembling hands, you complied, shedding your clothes until you stood bare before him. Seungcheolâs eyes roamed over your body, his expression one of awe and desire. He stepped closer, his hands moving to cup your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples, sending shivers down your spine.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. âI want to make you feel good. Will you let me?â
You nodded again, your breath hitching as his hands trailed down your body, leaving a path of fire in their wake. He knelt before you, his eyes locking onto yours as he pressed a kiss to your inner thigh, his tongue darting out to taste your skin.
The sensation was electric, and you felt a surge of arousal as his mouth moved closer to your core. He parted your folds with his fingers, his tongue flicking over your clit with a skill that made you gasp. Seungcheolâs hands gripped your hips, holding you steady as he devoured you, his tongue and lips working in tandem to bring you to the brink of ecstasy.
âOh, God, Seungcheol,â you moaned, your hands fisting in his hair as your hips bucked against his mouth. âDonât stop.â
He hummed in response, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through you. His tongue circled your clit, teasing and tormenting you until you were trembling with need. He slid two fingers inside you, curling them to hit that sweet spot, and you cried out, your body arching towards him.
Seungcheol didnât relent, his mouth and fingers working together to drive you closer and closer to the edge. You could feel the tension building, a coil tightening in your belly, and then it snapped, a tidal wave of pleasure crashing over you as you came, your cries echoing in the room.
He didnât stop, his movements gentle as he coaxed you through the aftershocks, his eyes never leaving your face. When you finally came down, he stood, his fingers trailing your slick arousal up to your lips.
âOpen,â he instructed, and you obeyed, taking his fingers into your mouth, tasting yourself on his skin. The look of pure desire in his eyes made your pulse quicken, and you sucked his fingers clean, reveling in the way he watched you.
âGood girl,â he praised, his voice a low rumble. He kissed you again, his tongue exploring your mouth with a possessiveness that made your knees weak. You could taste yourself on his lips, the mingling of flavors heightening your arousal once more.
Seungcheol broke the kiss, his hands moving to undo his pants. âLie down,â he instructed, and you did, stretching out on the bed, your body still humming with the remnants of your orgasm.
He shed his clothes quickly, his erection standing proud as he joined you on the bed. He knelt between your legs, his eyes drinking in the sight of you spread out before him. âIâm going to make you feel so good,â he promised, his voice thick with need.
He took his cock in hand, stroking it slowly as he watched you. âTouch yourself,â he ordered, and you complied, your fingers finding your clit, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles as you watched him.
Seungcheol groaned, his hand moving faster on his cock as he watched you pleasure yourself. âThatâs it, baby,â he murmured, his eyes locked on yours. âMake yourself come for me.â
You bit your lip, your fingers moving faster, the combination of his gaze and the sensation pushing you closer to the edge. âSeungcheol,â you moaned, your body tensing as you felt your orgasm building once more.
âCome for me,â he commanded, his voice rough with desire. âCome for me, Y/N.â
His words pushed you over the edge, and you came with a cry, your body trembling with the force of your release. Seungcheol watched you, his hand moving faster on his cock as he brought himself to the brink.
He leaned over you, his eyes burning with need. âI need to be inside you,â he said, his voice a raw whisper. âI need to feel you.â
You nodded, spreading your legs wider in invitation. Seungcheol positioned himself at your entrance, his cock slick with your arousal. He pushed in slowly, the sensation of him filling you making you gasp.
He set a slow, steady pace, each thrust deep and deliberate. The pleasure built with each movement, the intensity of the connection between you making your head spin. Seungcheolâs hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer, his eyes never leaving yours.
âLook at me,â he murmured, his voice a soft command. âI want to see you.â
You locked eyes with him, the depth of emotion in his gaze taking your breath away. The rhythm of his thrusts increased, the pleasure building to a fever pitch. He reached down, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing in time with his thrusts.
The combination was too much, and you felt yourself hurtling towards another orgasm, the intensity overwhelming. âSeungcheol,â you gasped, your body arching towards him.
âCome for me,â he urged, his voice rough with need. âI want to feel you come around me.â
His words sent you spiraling over the edge, your orgasm crashing over you with a force that left you breathless. Seungcheol followed you, his release spilling into you as he groaned your name, the sensation of him filling you only heightening your pleasure.
He collapsed beside you, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. You turned to him, your body still humming with the aftershocks of your release. He pulled you close, his lips pressing gentle kisses to your forehead.
âAre you okay?â he asked softly, his hand smoothing over your hair.
You nodded, your heart full. âIâm more than okay,â you replied, your voice a whisper. âIâm perfect.â
Seungcheol smiled, his eyes warm with affection. âGood,â he said, pulling you even closer. âBecause Iâm not letting you go.â
The promise in his words wrapped around you, a comforting reassurance of the depth of his feelings. In that moment, you knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, you would face them together. And that was all you needed.
The first light of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a soft, golden glow over the room. You stirred, nestled in the warmth of Seungcheolâs embrace, his arm draped protectively around your waist. For a moment, you lay still, savoring the tranquility of the morning, the quiet intimacy that enveloped you both.
Seungcheol shifted beside you, his eyes fluttering open. A slow smile spread across his face as he took in the sight of you in his arms. "Good morning," he murmured, his voice husky with sleep.
"Good morning," you replied, your own smile matching his.
He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "How did you sleep?" he asked, his lips trailing soft kisses down your temple and along your cheek.
"Better than I have in a long time," you admitted, feeling a warmth spread through you at his affectionate gestures.
Seungcheolâs kisses continued, each one a tender promise of his feelings. He moved to your other cheek, then your nose, then your chin, covering your face with a constellation of soft, loving kisses. You couldnât help but giggle at the sensation, your heart swelling with affection for the man beside you.
"Seungcheol," you murmured, your fingers threading through his hair as he nuzzled against your neck, his breath warm against your skin.
"Hmm?" he hummed, his lips moving to your jawline.
"This is nice," you said, your voice soft. "I could get used to waking up like this."
He pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting yours with a tenderness that made your breath catch. "So could I," he replied, his hand cupping your cheek as he leaned in to kiss you softly on the lips.
Just as you were losing yourself in the sweetness of the moment, a familiar sound interrupted the tranquility. The door creaked open, and you felt a rush of fur and energy as Kkuma, Seungcheolâs dog, bounded into the room.
"Kkuma!" Seungcheol exclaimed with a laugh, sitting up as the dog jumped onto the bed, tail wagging furiously.
Kkuma wasted no time, planting herself between the two of you and showering Seungcheol with enthusiastic licks. You couldnât help but laugh at the sight, the dogâs antics bringing a lightness to the room.
"Kkuma, stop," Seungcheol said, though his laughter belied any real annoyance. He scratched behind the dogâs ears, giving her the attention she so eagerly sought. "Youâre interrupting a very important moment, you know."
You smiled, reaching out to pet Kkuma as well. "I think sheâs just making sure weâre both awake," you said, your heart full as you watched the playful interaction between Seungcheol and his beloved pet.
Kkumaâs presence had an undeniable way of lightening the mood, her joyful energy infectious. She turned her attention to you, her eyes bright with curiosity. You scratched her behind the ears, earning a contented sigh as she settled down between you and Seungcheol.
The three of you lay there for a while, enjoying the peaceful morning.Â
"Y/N," Seungcheol said softly, his hand finding yours under the covers. "About last night..."
You turned to him, your heart skipping a beat at the seriousness in his tone. "Yes?"
"I meant everything I said," he continued, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand. "I want to be with you. For real. No more pretending, no more keeping things casual."
You felt a lump form in your throat, the sincerity in his eyes nearly overwhelming. "I want that too, Seungcheol," you whispered, squeezing his hand. "I want to be with you."
He smiled, a look of pure relief and happiness washing over his face. "Then letâs do it," he said, leaning in to kiss you again, this time with a gentle, lingering sweetness that left no doubt about his feelings.
Kkuma, not to be left out, nudged her way between you once more, her tail thumping against the bed as she demanded attention. You both laughed, the moment made all the more perfect by her playful interruption.
As the morning sun continued to rise, you and Seungcheol talked about your future, about the possibilities that lay ahead. There was a sense of hope and excitement, a feeling that together, you could face whatever came your way.
Š marvyu 2k24 â please do not copy, repost or translate any of my works on other platforms: i do not tolerate them at all.
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svt burner accounts series. ŕ¨ŕ§
⤿ when their lives as an idol feel a little too much, there's always the internet to run to. welcome to the svt burner seriesâ where the members are all just one account away from you.
đ seungcheol & fanbase!reader â part two
the one where seungcheol gets all most of his svt news from your no-nonsense fanbase.
đ jeonghan & food blogger!reader
the one where jeonghan trusts your recommendations as a food blogger.
đ joshua & craftsman!reader
the one where joshua subscribes to your crafting journey.
đ junhui & drama fan!reader
the one where junhui runs a kdrama content account alongside you.
đ soonyoung & choreographer!reader
the one where soonyoung provides unsolicited advice on your dance videos.
đ wonwoo & streamer!reader â part two
the one where wonwoo is pretty down bad for you, a popular streamer.
đ jihoon & poetry account!reader
the one where jihoon reads all the poems you think he'll like.
đ seokmin & meme page!reader
the one where seokmin follows you for the âpositivity memesâ you post.
đ mingyu & pop base admin!reader
the one where mingyu befriends you, the admin of twitter's biggest pop culture update account.
đ minghao & artist!reader
the one where minghao is a silent supporter of your art account.
đ seungkwan & stan!reader
the one whereâ unbeknownst to youâ seungkwan is your mutual on stan twitter.
đ vernon & cinephile!reader
the one where vernon gets just a little bit passionate in arguing with you over movies.
đ chan & fansite!reader
the one where the (allegedly) chronically offline chan keeps up with you, his favorite fansite.
please anticipate slow updates, since this is really more of a silly passion project than anything! updates will not be posted in any particular order. all work under the series will be tagged under ââ áľáľ ⌠series: svt burner, and linked to this post + my pinned masterlist.
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EIGHT FIRST DATES ę¨ď¸
003 ă KIM MINGYU
maybe boys your age just werenât your thing. after a sudden lunch date, you were already half convinced the search was overâ had you found the man you were bringing to your familyâs thanksgiving? how will chan take the news?
wc ~10k | mentions of death, age gap, mingyu is hot, smut mdni, fingering, dirty talk
youâd thought about yunhoâs words all the way until your head hit the pillow saturday night. no oneâs ever said anything like that to you beforeâ no oneâs ever needed to.Â
you knew yunho only cared for you the way your family, san and yeosang cared for you, but you couldnât shake it. maybe it was just your brain on overdrive after the previous forty eight hours, maybe you were making something out of nothing.Â
yunhoâs always been nothing but honest with you, he wouldnât say something without saying it. he had no reason to beat around the bush, if there was any bush to begin with.Â
soâ you shook it off and texted mingyu. at approximately nine forty eight in the morning on a sunday, feeling like you hadnât gotten any sleep at all.Â
you: hey this is tiny from last night :)Â
â incoming call from kim mingyuâŚ
you shot up in bed, your soul nearly leaving your body as you pressed the little green circle, your tired voice stumbling out a meek âh-hello?âÂ
âhey, itâs mingyu,â he sounded chipper, as if heâd been awake for hours already. you shot a hand through your hair, hopping out of bed as if he could see you through the phone.Â
âi know who you are, i texted you,â you said, then shook your head, eyes screwed tight. you didnât know if heâd hear the humor in your voice or if you sounded rude over the phone, you tried to play it off with âwhatâs up?â as you paced around your bedroom.Â
âjust finished up a meeting, heading home now. did you just wake up?â you could almost see his face over the phone, hear his smile. you threw your head back, all worries forgotten, knees bending to sit back on your mattressâ heâs so hot.Â
âmaybe,â you bit your lip, fighting a smile. the little balls of cotton that had pilled up on your comforter were suddenly the most interesting thing ever, mindlessly rolling them between your fingers as he spoke.Â
he laughed through the phone, a hearty chuckle that was music to your ears, âyou think after you have a cup of coffee to wake your pretty head up, youâd be free to meet me for lunch?â
your eyes shot open, jaw falling open, âtoday?!âÂ
âyes today, silly girl, are you free?â you glanced around your room frantically as if something in there would give you the answer, but as you looked at your calendar hung on the wall and there was nothing but blank space under todayâs date, there was zero reason to say no.Â
you nodded as your words came out, âi- um, yeah iâm free.â your voice had become quieter, more coyâ you couldnât believe your own decision.Â
âperfect, i have a place in mind, do you want me to pick you up or would you prefer to meet me there?â oh, your mind was in shambles. too many questions, too many decisions, far too soon after opening your eyes.Â
âi wouldnât want you to come all the way to get me, i can meet you,â you reassured him, a nervous chuckle following your words.Â
âitâs no problem sweetheart, whatever youâre comfortable with. iâll text you where and you let me know, yeah? iâm thinking two, does that work for you?â his voice was saccharineâ you swooned over how sweetheart danced off his lips all the way through the speaker of your phone. you laid back, flat against your mattress, massive smile on your face.Â
all you could respond was a breathy âthatâs perfect.âÂ
youâd never gotten in the shower so fast in your life. with your hair still wet, a robe wrapped around your body, you raced down to the kitchen to make yourself a cup of coffee, smiling to yourself because mingyu was the one who mentioned coffee in the first place.Â
ace was sat on the counter of the island, your sisterâs head in the refrigerator, both chatting before you padded into the kitchen.Â
âvi, grab me the oat milk please?â you asked as you poured your coffee into your mug. sixteen and in her sassy phase, vivi was an enigma, you swore she assumed the world revolved around her.Â
she handed you the flavored oat milk with a lifted top lip, âgross.â
âfirst of all, itâs good. second of all, you say that every time as if i drink nut milk out of choice. i donât want to be glued to the toilet all day,â you poured your milk into your cup, giving it a swirl before taking a sip. so good.Â
she cracks a smile, âcrazy how a wee sip of milk can take you down. weak shit.â
you roll your eyes then look to ace for help, who just throws his hands up in defense with an amused smile. him and vivi must be friends today.Â
as you make your way out of the kitchen, vivi calls after you, âtiny, can you take me to work later?âÂ
âi wonât be home!â you yell back from the stairs, making your way back to your room.Â
you had barely even started doing your hair before vivi was on your bed, a thousand questions on the tip of her tongue. âwhat are you doing that you wonât be home? all the boys are coming here.âÂ
âi know more people than just them, you know,â you rolled your eyes, your hands in your hair.Â
a sarcastic chuckle fled her lips like she was waiting for that answer, âlike who? karina, sakura?â
your jaw locks, as if hanging out with your cousins was embarrassing. it was true that you didnât bring your friends from school around, or hung out with any of them much outside of classes. the boys had met some of them, the few times youâd brought them to the frats with you over the years â that quickly ended when ace hooked up with one too many of your friends.Â
âiâm going on a lunch date,â you pointed your gaze at her through the reflection of the mirror, âcan you leave so i can get ready?âÂ
with raised eyebrows she stood, âdad says youâve been going on a lot of dates lately.â
your entire body tensed, âmatt should mind his own business.â
âi donât think it was an insult,â she shrugged, âi think itâs good youâre finally getting some.âÂ
you turned your entire body around to face her and snapped, âi think everyone should stop talking about what iâm doing, especially matt who has no fucking business talking to my little sister about who iâm seeing.âÂ
mascara coated lashes blinked at you, not an ounce of sincerity in her voice as she plainly said, âyou really need to talk to someone, tiny.â
âget out of my room, vi,â you turned back around, fighting every ounce of anger in your body, only taking a deep breath as you watched her blue hair bounce out of your room. hearing her refer to matt as dad always made you see red, something you couldnât let go of, you werenât sure if you ever would.Â
you got ready with a scowl on your face, waiting until the last second to put on mascara just in case tears decided to show themselvesâ in situations like this, they always seemed to.
you decided youâd meet mingyu, the restaurant he chose for lunch was only thirty minutes into the city and you didnât want to risk repeating what happened with chan. when you briefly looked at the menu online before choosing an outfit, you nearly choked on air when you saw the selection of food and the prices.Â
this was not a chill lunch dateâ this was a lunch date.Â
you panicked the entire car ride, realizing you didnât know shit about mingyu. you didnât think meeting hyunjin was sketchy because you knew so much about him already, you spent days talking to him and learning about him before you went out, it was the exact opposite with mingyu. youâve met him, but you didnât know him.Â
on top of that, no one knew where you were going, no one knew who you were meeting, which was a first â if your armpits werenât dampening at a rapid pace you could probably convince yourself it was exciting.Â
mingyu is older, that much you know. the owner of a distillery, absolutely. wealthy enough to take you on an expensive lunch date, that was new information. your heart only pounded harder against your chest when you pulled into a parking space.Â
âhey, sweetheart,â and just like that, your heart calmed in your chest, your breathing became normal. he wore black denim jeans, a light gray shirt that clung to every inch of his chest, the light band of skin around his wrist where his watch sat yesterday told you he was sporting a tan. golden, muscular, kim mingyu was anatomically perfect.Â
he had to lean down to kiss your cheek and you burst into flames where his lips met your skin. fingers fidgeting with your sleeve, the toes of your shoes touching, you felt so small under his gaze it was electrifying.Â
âmister kim, right this way,â the hostess approached you, two menus in her hand, the other pointed in the direction of your table. she sat you at a window table, a four top, you and mingyu sat across from each other closest to the window. you placed your purse on the chair next to you, your armpits beginning to dampen all over again. you needed to relax.Â
âhow are you?â he asked, a knowing smile playing on his lips. you cracked, you mustâve been radiating nerves, a smile breaking out on your own cheeks.Â
âgood, slightly nervous, but good,â you nodded through a laugh, getting the words out with enough life to hopefully hide the real amount of nerves you were feeling. this was all so new.Â
ânervous? no,â he gasped as if that was the silliest thing heâd ever heard, âhowâs the little drunk blondie? did you get him home safe?â
âtucked him into bed and everything,â you nodded before you realized how that sounded, your eyes widening. âthen i leftâ i just tucked him into bed. he was really drunk.â
âyou donât have to do that,â he pulled the menu into his hands, âi scouted you while you were on a date already, iâm well aware.â
your cheeks flushed as you grabbed your menu, grateful to have something to occupy your hands. your mouth pulled to one side, top lip swallowing your lower one. there was so much you wanted to know about him.Â
your waitress came over and got your drink orders, mingyu also ordered a couple of his favorite appetizers, which you were grateful for, you hadnât deciphered a single word off the menu yet.Â
âspeaking of blondie, you said heâs a friend from class, right?â mingyu met your gaze over his menu, âwhat are you studying?â
âeducation, i wanna be an elementary school teacher,â you nodded, âiâve wanted to be a teacher ever since i can remember.â
you caught a glimpse of his canines in a smile, âare your students gonna call you miss tiny?â
you lifted your eyebrows, âthatâs not a bad idea, actually. easy to pronounce, good for when iâm teaching phonics, too.â
he releases amusement through his nose, âyou sound like a teacher already.â
âi should, iâm graduating this year,â you rack your eyes over the menu again, you almost wished they had a kids menuâ there were too many options.Â
âare you getting your bachelors degree?â he asks, settling himself into his chair, leaning into the back of it. you wished the table wasnât between youâ you wanted to see him leaned back, manspreading in all his glory.Â
you nod in response and he points his eyes, âso that makes you⌠twenty one?â
âtwenty two,â you correct, holding up two fingers. he shakes his head, smiling in disbelief, and all you can conjure up is âwhat?â
âi knew you were young, i was just thinking like twenty five young,â you think all the blood drained from your face as you stared at him, you must of had your question written all over your face. he holds up three fingers on one hand and makes a zero with the other, looking uneasy behind his hands.Â
mingyu is⌠thirty. oh. you knew he was older from the jump.Â
you lifted an eyebrow, âso?âÂ
he smiles. âi figured that would be a deal breaker.â
âitâs not every day the owner of a distillery hands you his business card and also happens to be under the age of thirty,â you shrug, âi donât see why it would even be a concern, iâm an adult.â
he purses his lips, âyour nickname is fitting, miss tiny.â
you roll your eyes again, âokay, your turn, thirty-year-old-distillery-owner kim mingyu.â
you didnât know when you got comfortable, when words started freely flowing from your lips without a second thought, but you didnât want it to stop. mingyu was too easy to talk to, the walls you had just put back up had come crumbling down within minutesâ it was as if yunho didnât say anything at all.Â
the waitress drops off your drinks and appetizers then takes your entree order, you ordered whatever was least intimidating, the menu was so vast you couldnât focus enough to even read the whole thing. Â
âiâll start with the distillery,â he says after a sip of his drink, he ordered his own brand of whiskeyâ neat. âi think itâs obvious i inherited it, the company was established in 1917, hence its name, by one of my ancestors back in the day. it trickled down the family tree until my dad inherited it in the seventies, then it became mine a few years ago.â
âso youâre a nepo baby?â you gave him a cocky smile as you picked at one of the appetizers, looking up at him through your eyelashes.Â
he tried to frown through a very clear smile, his lips scrunched together, âtechnically, yes, but i did go to college, i double majored in business and marketing with a minor in finance.â
âthe fuck?â your eyebrows flew to your hairline, a hand covering the food in your mouth. âhow the hell did you have the time? the energy? the brain?â
he laughed, âlike you, i knew what i wanted from a very young age, what was waiting for me in the future. seventeenâs been alive for over a century, iâll be damned if it dies with me.â
you sat back in your seat, letting a breath out, processing the insanity that is a double major and a minor in those fields. âyouâre fucking crazy.â
âi did it, though,â he cocked his head to the side, pointing a finger at you, âlook at me now, seventeen is sold in over one hundred countries, in thousands of stores, distributed through retail outlets, liquor stores, and major chains. itâs insane to me that i can get it in places like this,â he looks around you, âweâve had to expand production capacity twice in four different countries since iâve been CEO.â
âdamn,â you blink, âyouâre like, kind of an important person.âÂ
he chuckles, âno, iâm just a guy that fucking loves whiskey. the first time i can remember trying it was when i was fourteen, my old man told me to âtake a sip and be a man about itâ.â
âmy dad let me try red wine when i was probably eleven,â you shrug, âi did not like it, i spit it on the floor and cried. still to this day itâs not my favorite.â
âred wine is easy work,â he raised a brow, âbe a man about it.â
you smiled, âtrust me, iâve tried.â
the rest of lunch came and went with constant conversation, you talked with full mouths and a competition of whoâs voice could be louder, the both of you having stories that reminded the other of another story, the cycle beginning and never ending. after your plates were cleared and your drinks were empty, the talk still flowed, so deep down a rabbit hole you couldnât remember where the conversation began.Â
mingyu reminded you of someoneâ you couldnât put a finger on it, there was something about the tone of his voice, how he teased you, how he spoke with such a maturity yet accompanied by a silliness, it was almost nostalgic with how comfortable you felt with him. it was like youâd known each other forever the way you spat stories back and forth, it was like talking with yunho, yeosang or sanâ except your memories werenât shared. refreshing couldnât even begin to describe it.Â
the lunch began with you soaking through your shirt and a heart pounding against your chest, but ended with sadness, clear disappointment that it was over. you didnât hide it, you couldnât if you tried with the way mingyu hugged you goodbye.Â
âwhatâs your schedule look like for the rest of the week?â he asked as you stood beside your car, your back leaned against the driverâs side door and mingyu towering above you.Â
âclasses wednesday, thursday, friday. they all finish around three,â you nodded, âbut other than that, iâm totally free.âÂ
he turned his head to the side, looking at you through lowered brows and pointed peripherals, âno job?â
you playfully smacked his arm, giggling, âi am very blessed and grateful for the life i live.â
âiâd hope so,â he smiled, âiâm free most nights, iâm super free wednesday night, my meetings end early that day. come over to my place and iâll cook for us?â
you gave him a look that said be for real, âyou just want to show off your supposed super awesome and amazing cooking skills.â
âwhatâs wrong with that?â he smirked and you nearly jumped him, âif i were you, iâd be jumping in excitement to feast on my super awesome and amazing cooking skills.â
âi guess,â you sighed as if you had no other option, âdepends what youâre making.â
âi guess youâll have to find out,â he mimicked you with a wink and you were transported to less than twenty four hours ago, when he stood behind the bar, his bar, and winked for the first time. you think you might be the luckiest human on earth. âiâll call you after my work dinner.â
âwork dinner still sounds wrong, you need to come up with a better name for that,â you leaned up off your car to give yourself space to open the door, a part of you hoping heâd kiss you goodbye.Â
ânow it will never get a new name simply because it bothers you,â he doesnât step back, instead he closes the distance, before you know it his hand is under your chin and his lips press to your cheek, his other hand reaching behind you to open your car door.Â
your cheeks flush, eyes focused on the lips that just touched your cheek as he pulled away. he noticed, of course he did, a cocky smirk growing, âcome and see me on wednesday for the rest.â
youâd make a noise of disgust if it didnât completely work on you, your abdomen clenched at his words. you needed him more than youâve needed anything else in your entire life, there was no question about whether or not you were seeing him on wednesday. from the moment you saw him you were wrapped around his fingerâ hopefully you really would be on wednesday.Â
âgoodbye, mingyu,â your cheeks flushed, trying to sound normal, ignoring how your entire fucking body went hot as you climbed into your car, âthank you again for lunch.â
âbye, miss tiny, talk to you later,â he closed your car door with a smile, and then he was off to his own. when he was out of view you took a deep breath, then squealed. you couldnât wait to tell everyone about him.
he did call you sunday night, but also monday morning, monday night, tuesday morning, tuesday afternoon and tuesday night. even wednesday morning when he knew you were walking up to your first class, kim mingyu couldnât leave you alone. you talked about anything and everything, he told you about his day, you told him about yours, you even let yeosang yell hello into the speaker once (it was actually against your will).Â
you didnât give anyone any detailsâ what you shared with yunho you kept with only yunho, you came home sunday with a big dumb smile on your face, sitting on your couch with your mind still standing outside your car with mingyu. the boys had asked, nosy as they are, but you couldnât bring yourself to share any details or even tell them what you had done. maybe that was your problem, maybe hyunjin wouldâve worked out if you never said anything in the first place.Â
you shook your head at the thought, hyunjin had a one track mind when it came to you. maybe a part of you wanted to keep mingyu all to yourself, you wanted to share your excitement only with him, or at least wait it out until there was more to tell. youâre optimistic, you could see something blooming with mingyu, you could see yourself being with him long termâ you knew your family would eat him up. but one question sat at the pit of your stomach, one you tried to keep buried, one you shouldnât worry about because no one elseâs opinion of mingyu should matter except yours.Â
standing outside the double doors to your class, you took a deep breath. chan hasnât texted you since saturday other than âthanks for taking me homeâ on sunday, you havenât texted him other than responding to that one singular message. tuesday night youâd prepared everything you were going to say to him after class, how to let him down easy.Â
âhey!â his smile was as bright as it usually is, shaggy blonde hair cascading down his forehead, oversized hoodie hugging his frame.Â
âhey chan,â you returned the smile, setting up your laptop and books around you. you were nervous, palms slightly sweaty, hands not fully stable as you prepared your deskspace.Â
âso, i have a proposition for you,â he starts, body turned fully towards you. oh no, is he asking you out again?
âproposition?â you quirked a brow, still not giving him your full attention as you logged into your computer, pulling up todayâs lecture.Â
âmy roommate wonât stop talking about you,â he says so casually it catches you off guard. you stare at him with a blank look, he has your full attention now, fingers stilling on your keyboard.Â
ââŚroommate?â you ask, face contorted into something of confusion and surprise, until you remember the chipmunk that you fed a wave in chanâs kitchen. âoh, brown hair, glasses?âÂ
âyes! his name is han jisung, he keeps begging me to set you guys up,â chan shakes his head, still wearing a smile, âhe keeps calling you an angel sent from above. we donât have girls in the apartment very often.âÂ
âchan, iâm confused,â your eyebrows are furrowed now, you turn your body to face him as your fingers reach your temple. âi took you home after our date, and now youâre trying to set me up with your roommate who i only caught a glimpse of in your kitchen?âÂ
he pulls his lips together, hand reaching up to scratch the back of his head, âi didnât know how to tell you because it sounds mean no matter how you put it, but i think weâd probably be better as friends.âÂ
you blinked at him, jaw slack, you thought he was going to say the exact opposite of the words that left his lips. you didnât know if it was worse or better that you were going to say the same thing to him, but for him to beat you to it? sickening.Â
âiâm sorry! please donât hate me,â he pouted, grabbing your hands with his own, âi had a really good time, iâve been dying to go to that distillery for ages, iâm eternally grateful you went with me.â
âi just⌠donât think thereâs anything between us romantically,â his cheeks were bright pink, a weak smile on his face, âbut there could be between you and jisung.âÂ
âiâ i donât know what to say,â you felt dumbfounded, you were sure your face reflected that. âiâm flattered your roommate is interested in me, but i donât think iâm interested in him. at least not right now.âÂ
chan lets go of your hands, his pout turning into a frown. âthatâs okay, let me know if you change your mind. he goes to school here, heâs getting his bachelors in music composition. heâs really funny, super cool and ridiculously smart.âÂ
you nod, âiâll let you know.â bringing your attention back to your laptop, all you could think was how much you wanted to tell mingyuâ heâd find the entire situation hilarious. you could see him throwing his head back in laughter, teasing you for taking care of the little drunk blondie for an entire night just for him to break things off with you.Â
the more you thought about it, the more that very thing began to irritate you. you barely heard a word out of your professorâs mouth, the lecture falling on deaf ears, only contemplating why chan broke it off with you first. you were pleasant, caring, let him do what he wanted without complaint, even cleaned up after himâ and he had the nerve to say you werenât compatible? irritating.Â
as class ended, you packed your things up in record speed, hustling out of your lecture hall, but chan was quick to follow you. you didnât necessarily hide the shift in your behavior, head in your laptop all class, not even looking at him once, even when he asked you questions you gave him curt answers and zero eye contact.Â
âwait! what the hell,â he called after you just as you made it outside, wind whipping at your skin, blowing your hair in every direction.Â
you stopped in your tracks, snapping your neck to look at him, âwhat else can i do for you?âÂ
chan looked confused now, his eyebrows knitted in such an adorable way it irritated you more. he sounded surprised as he asked, âare you mad at me?âÂ
âcan i ask you something?â you didnât wait for his answer, âwhy did you say thereâs nothing between us romantically? you basically said weâre incompatible.âÂ
his lips flattened, he sighed as he looked down before saying. âi did not say weâre incompatible, i said weâd be better off as friends.âÂ
âi agree with you, but i want to know why you think that,â you stood your ground, arms crossed, probably with steam shooting from your ears into the chilly october air, your frustration was clear.
âfine. i was drunk, not blind,â he threw his hands up, âyou didnât seem to be into the date we were on at all, your head was somewhere else the second you got into my car. which was fine, i figured maybe you were having an off day, but then we got to the class and all you looked at was mingyu. i knew then that you just werenât into me.âÂ
you purse your lips, cheeks flushing, it was embarrassing how quickly your anger turned to regret. you had no reason to be irritated in the first place, chan made his decision based on how you made him feel.Â
âiâm not angry at you,â he shrugged, âand it didnât really hurt my feelings. i think youâre cool and i want to be friends with you, going to the distillery was still a really fun experience.âÂ
âchan, iâm so sorry,â your palms hit your forehead, voice going weak. âthat wasnât fair to you at all.âÂ
âdonât get all sad, i said it didnât hurt my feelings,â when you looked back at him he was smiling, hands in the pocket of his hoodie. âthanks for apologizing, if you wanna make it up to me you can go out with my roommate so heâll leave me alone.âÂ
a smile broke out across your face, sniffing from how unusually cold it was. âiâll think about itâ just to make it up to you, though.âÂ
he rolled his eyes playfully, âi think youâll really like him.â
you ran a hand through your hair, âi do need a boyfriend before thanksgiving.âÂ
your hand clasped over your mouthâ you couldnât believe you let that slip. chan looked at you like he was lost, âwhat do you mean by that?â
you sighed, defeated, thinking maybe chan was a good person to talk to about it. he wasnât in your circle, wasnât biased to anyoneâ plus he was no longer a contender. âletâs go get coffee or something, iâll explain it all to you.âÂ
you and chan sat at the coffee shop on campus for an hour, you got everything off your chest. from how your cousins treated you, your sister, your entire family at this point to how you quickly came up with a lie to get them off your back. you told him about hyunjin, about mingyu, you told him everything and he listened to every word.Â
you talked not only about the other men, but about your date with him, too. you talked everything out together down to the last detail, chanâs humor made you feel better, as if you had no worries in the world and your date with him was just two friends hanging out in the first place. you felt relieved after talking it out with him, he understood you, your feelings, even your thought process, giving you advice as much as he eased your worries.Â
you didnât think it was possible for you two to be friends after going on an entire date together, you didnât think itâd be possible for anyone to. but with the person chan is kind, understanding, empathetic, he was more human than most people youâve encountered at your universityâ you were relieved to know you could stay friends and keep him in your life. your boys would like him.Â
then mingyu called, disrupting your coffee friend date entirely. chan was wiggling his eyebrows at you and you rolled your eyes, picking up your phone.Â
âhey sweetheart, how was class?âÂ
all of your worries seemed to flee.Â
mingyu texted you his address, telling you to come over around six thirty. being after four already and he lived thirty minutes away, you panicked. you rushed home, nearly hitting four other cars on the way there, not even stopping to say hello to your family before you were taking an everything shower.Â
knowing everyone was home, you were grateful no one stopped in your room to talk to you as you got ready, your lack of time to properly prepare had begun stressing you out before you walked in your front door. by six you were actually ready, a shock to everyone who would hear that sentence, and proud of yourself.Â
your plan was to sneakily leave through the front door, quiet as a mouse. you didnât want to be asked any questions, divulge any answers, no one needed to know anything about your whereabouts for the night.Â
your twin and your friends sat in your living room, vivi on the farthest corner of the couch, all eyes pointed at the flat screen tv hung on the wall. you stayed close to the wall as you snuck around the corner, tip toeing through the entryway to the front door. as your fingers reached for the knob, you peered over your shoulder, only catching yunhoâs eye before you slipped through the heavy slab of wood. you didnât give him time to make a sound before you were gone.Â
getting to mingyuâs house was hard, you hated driving in the city, but getting up to his place was even harder. he told you to tell the man working the desk your name and heâd guide you the rest of the way, but his instructions seemed too plain to get there, considering there were only two steps: get in the elevator and press âPâ.
there was a special elevator off to the side of the lobby in his building, which seemed more like a hotel than anything, and the man working the desk had to swipe a card to let you in. you did as you were told, confused as ever, pressing P as soon as he swiped the cardâ the button all the way at the top of the operating panel. only as you moved upward in the elevator and you passed the top floor did everything begin to clickâ mingyu lived in the penthouse of his building. the penthouse.Â
your nerves seemed to wake up as the elevator opened up, met with a full living room, all cream furniture and floor to ceiling windows. you were floored, not wanting to take a step forward until you sniffed. like a dog, your nose pulled you forward, the smell of whatever the hell mingyu was cooking completely entracing you.Â
stood at the stove, his back to you, your nerves were so overwhelming you nearly turned around and got back in the elevator. old jazz music played through his apartment, the smell of dinner and mingyu flooding your nose as you looked around for a moment before greeting him â you needed to process.Â
white marble countertops accented by a deep, ebony wood in the kitchen, cream tiled floors, a navy sectional in the living room accompanied by a matching ebony coffee table, a massive flat screen tv on the wallâ you shouldâve seen this coming. you knew he was wealthy, but this was more than anything you couldâve imagined. the place was so clean you were sure you could slide your finger across every surface and there would be no residue, you were willing to bet that not even a speck of dust sat on the ceiling fan that hung at least twelve feet above you. you were in heaven.Â
âyou scared the shit out of me,â mingyu called from the kitchen, taking his apron off as he rounded the corner of his kitchen island, âquiet girl.â
he snapped you out of your shock, ease consuming your now cold-sweating body, looking at him with a smile as you slipped off your boots by the elevator door, sock-covered feet padding along the cold tiled floor all the way to where he stood. he wrapped you in a hug, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before he said, âiâm happy you came.â
âme too, whatever youâre cooking smells amazing,â you say as you look up to him, arms still hooked around his waist, it was concerning how quickly his embrace could snap you out of a spiral. âthis place is fucking incredible.â
âthank you,â his smile is infectious, so wide you couldnât possibly wipe your own off your face. âhope you like steakâ cooked with dairy free butter.â
âyou remembered!â you exclaim, following him around the corner of the island, eyes looking from dish to dish laid out across the island. he really went all out, vegetables and sides and even a small charcuterie plate full of cheese and fruits. you looked up to him again, âall these, too?â
âcome on,â he shook his head as if you were silly for even asking that question, âwouldnât want to upset the tiny tummy.âÂ
your face flushed, you couldnât believe your eyes, ears or noseâ you told him once in quick conversation on sunday that you were lactose intolerant and he remembered, he made an entire dinner based around your restriction. you looked up at him with stars in your eyes, and he knew it, too.Â
âi canât believe this,â you shook your head as you stared the charcuterie board down, you were starving and the plate was calling your name.Â
âsit and eat, we still have some time before dinnerâs ready,â he slipped the apron back on over his head and you stifled a giggle at the sight before planting yourself down on a barstool on the opposite side of the island, picking at the plate of fruits and cheese. you took it easy on the cheese, just in case âyou couldnât help itâ the fruit was more than enough for an appetizer.Â
your head nodded along to the jazz music as he stood at the stove, cooking the steak, bouncing over to you every few minutes to steal a grape or plant a kiss on your forehead. it was oddly domestic, as if youâd been here before, meant to be in this exact situation. he asked you about class, you asked about his meetings, you went back and forth until he was plating everything, ignoring you every time you asked if he needed helpâ he answered the first time, he was done with the question after that.
âwhere do you wanna eat?â he looked to you across the island after everything was plated like you were at a michelin grade restaurant, maybe he was a chef in a past life. âwe can eat at the table, on the couch, i can come sit next to you and we can eat here.â
you shrugged, âwherever you want to eat, chef, your house your rules.â
the corner of his mouth lifted, âiâll come over there, donât want the princess to have to move her seat.â
you looked up at the nickname, in your twenty two years of life only one other person had nicknamed you princess. you hadnât heard the nickname since you were twelve, it was more comforting than you expected it to be.Â
mingyu noticed your look, tilting his head to ask, âwhat?â as he moved your plates to your side of the island.Â
âi just like that nickname,â you smiled before taking a sip of your drink, the surfside mingyu so graciously stopped at the liquor store to getâ you make one joke about enjoying seltzersâŚÂ
âthank you for cooking,â you said as he clicked his glass of whiskey with your can, and he nodded in appreciation.Â
âletâs eat!â he said with a wide smile, excitement exuding from his skin, you could see he loved cooking, especially for someone else. it made you curious about his other hobbies, what else he enjoyed besides cooking and seventeen, what made him as enamored as you were just by him. you wanted to know everythingâ every detail he wanted to share youâd embrace with open arms.Â
the food didnât just smell amazing, it tasted incredibleâ super awesome and amazing cooking skills, indeed. he seemed like the type to be talented at everything, the jack of all trades, you could just tell. he was perfect boyfriend material, he checked off everything on your more shallow listâ with time, you were sure heâd check off everything. you could feel it.
you spoke as you ate, from how he learned to cook to how he expanded his skill, the other things he had interest inâ he loves dogs, he likes to clean, fix anything thatâs broken (he likes to figure it out himself), interior design, he likes to drive and insists he doesnât have a driver, he likes fashion, you learned he speaks fast when he really enjoys something. you were precise with your questions, asking him specific details about things he enjoys just so heâd speak more, you loved every minute of it. you learned so much in such a short time, you became so engrossed in the conversation he ended up getting a lot out of you, too.Â
itâd been at least forty five minutes since you finished your meal and you were still talking â you bickered about doing the dishes and you finally won, insisting that he at least let you load the dishwasher while he washed them. he agreed with a sour look on his face and your smile was nothing short of victorious, and then your conversation picked up right where it left off. you talked about yourself, how you like to clean, keep a tidy space, your family, your friends, your plans for the future, the upcoming holidaysâ he almost got it out of you, but you kept your composure, not repeating what happened with chan.Â
by the time you made it to the couch, you were going back and forth about how you grew up, talking about your families. you were facing one another, you were sitting the same wayâ one leg on the couch, the other touching the floor, leaning your side against the back cushion. his couch was as comfortable as it was beautiful, navy velvet so soft to your skin you sunk right in.Â
âokay, whatâs something youâve done since you were young, and you still do to this day?â he kept his eyes on you, soft and focused, making sure you knew he was listening.Â
you squinted as you thought about it, racking your brain for any traditions youâve kept with your family. âwe have a holiday tradition,â you smile, cheeks flushing, not one hundred percent sure if you really wanted to talk about itâ but it was the only thing you could think of, and at this point you trust mingyu enough to speak on it. âweâve done this since i was twelveâ our entire family comes over to my house, my mom and stepdad host, we have over seventy people in the house for thanksgiving and christmas. itâs my momâs family, my dadâs family, my step dad's family, plus yeosang, san and yunhoâs families, too.â
âhow the hell do you cook for that many people?â mingyu stares at you in shock, eyes wide and eyebrows high.Â
âcook? please, we cater,â you shake your head, âwe all stand in the kitchen before we eat and we talk to my dad. whoever wants to, we just talk out in the open as if he was in the room, or telling stories about him. sometimes my dadsâ friends stop by too, they did that more often when we were younger, but theyâll stop by and talk to him or even about him, too. my mom will always tell the same stories of how they met, how me and my siblings came to be, the days we were born, how they named us. itâs important to us around the holidays.â
you watched mingyuâs expression soften, but he also looked as if he was thinking, processing. he finally spoke, a hush to his words, a delicacy you were expecting, âi had no idea, iâm so sorry.â his hand felt warm as he laid it on your knee, âi love that tradition, i donât doubt heâs there with you every time you talk to him.â
you gave him a smile, âthank you, itâs my favorite part about the holidays. after that i usually get berated for the rest of the day, if that counts as a tradition, too.â
he gives you a confused look through a laugh, âi donât think that counts. we have a somewhat similar traditionâ every year at christmas we make a toast to the ancestors who have owned seventeen, paying respect to the men who have made our lives what they are. we just added my grandpa to the list a few years ago, itâs special.â
âi love that so much,â you smile, âshowing gratitude to the men who have supported your family all these years. thatâs incredible.â
âitâs nothing like paying tribute to a lost parent,â his smile is a sad one, âbut the holidays are such an emotional time, itâs important to keep their spirit alive. can i ask about your dad?â
âabsolutely,â you nod your head, smiling at him, you were surprising yourself now. you didnât talk about your dad with anyone other than your family and your boys.Â
âwhen did he pass? how?â he asked, leaning his arm against the top of the couch, elbow bending to hold up his head.Â
âmy twin and i were twelve, my sister was six. ten years ago,â you nodded, thinking about the dinner you had with your family earlier this year, marking the decade of his passing. âfatal car accident, drunk driver hit him on his way home from workâ he was a lawyer.â
he groaned, âiâm so fucking sorry, that mustâve been awful for your family to go through.â
âthank you, still is sometimes,â you shot him a tight lipped smile, âhe was an incredible man, iâve forced myself to burn every moment spent with him to memory, i think about him everyday.â
âwhatâs your step dad like?â he changed the subject and your body went rigidâ you hated talking about matt. âwhen did your mom remarry?â
âeight years ago, i was fourteen. too soon, if you ask me,â you shift your legs, fighting your discomfort, âmatt is⌠something. my siblings love him, vivi was too young to remember much about our dad, so matt was quick to fill the spot. same with ace, he gets along with matt, ace needed a father figure after he passed and matt fit right in with them. happy family,â your smile doesn't reach your eyes.Â
mingyu points his eyes at you, âbut youâŚ?â
âi donât like him, point blank period,â you release a nervous chuckle, âi despised him when i was thirteen, when they started dating, i didnât go to their wedding. i hung out with my grandma, my dadâs mom, all day instead. me and matt have never seen eye to eye on anything.â
âwhy? is it just because heâs⌠not your dad?â mingyu crosses his arms, not in a judgemental way, but showing he truly just wanted to understand. âyou donât have to answer that.â
âyouâre fine, itâs fine,â you shook your head, âhe just isnât the same to me as he is to ace and vivi, and thatâs probably partially on me because i never let him in. i hated him when i was younger because he isnât my dad and he never will be, i thought my siblings looked at him like a replacement and it made me sick.âÂ
âi know he has good qualities but we never formed a bond, i never gave him the opportunity to. he tries to parent me even now and itâs almost funny at this point, i canât bring myself to accept him. he will never be a parent to me, heâs just a guy who lives in my house.â
mingyuâs nod is slow as he processes, arms uncrossing to put one up on the back of the couch again, âwhat do your siblings think about him?â
âvivi fully thinks i have issues, ace sees my side a lot, he understands me. tries to be a buffer between matt and i, defends me to matt but defends matt to me,â you couldnât believe that you were letting all of this information out so easily, but it made you feel better knowing mingyu was the one receiving it.Â
âof course he does, you got the twin thing going on,â mingyu nods, âiâm happy ace is at least on your side. iâd like to meet him, eventually.â
âmeet ace?!â you ask, eyebrows raised, then you thought about it for a second â ace would probably like mingyu, and mingyu would probably like ace. âactually, heâd probably like you.â
âprobably?â mingyu puts a hand over his heart, eyebrows furrowed and jaw agape like that hurt his feelings, âeverybody likes me.â
you giggle, âace wouldnât be the hard one to crack, matt would probably like you, too. my friends would be the ones giving you a hard time.â
âah, yeosang, san and yunho, right? the three musketeers?â he smiles, âmost guys would be terrified if they had a beautiful girl over and her three best friends were guys.âÂ
you laugh, ânot for nothing, you and yunho are probably matched in heightâ heâs the scary one. the other two are just stupid, but theyâre my people.â
âhe might be as tall as me, but is he as big as me?â mingyu wiggles his eyebrows, making you laugh again. âi want to know your people.â
âyunho is just as tall, but san might be as big as you,â you lift your brows with a tilt of your head, âbut you guys could go to the gym together, bunch of doritos.â
that made mingyuâs head fall back in laughter, you joining him before he reaches over to grab your hand, his face falling serious. âthank you for sharing all of that with me, i know it took a lot to be able to say all of that.â
you nod, âfor some reason, i trust you. i know we just met,â you shrugged, cheeks flushing, âi donât know, thereâs something about you, i guess. i really like you.âÂ
a smile spreads across mingyuâs face and you feel him tug at your wrist, pulling you forward. you were already inches apart before, but now youâre nearly in his lap, faces mere centimeters apart. your ears burn as he looks into your eyes, searching for something you couldnât place, his hand coming up to cup your cheek.Â
âi really like you, too,â he smiles for a split second before he leans forward, attaching his lips to yours, and in that moment you feel every puzzle piece in your brain fit into place. every single feeling of nostalgia, feeling so comfortable with him so fast, sharing so much about yourself when you barely knew the guyâ this was why.Â
everything about kissing kim mingyu felt right, as if you were searching for this your entire life, as if all of those years spent alone and uninterested in dating were actually spent waiting for him. every decision youâve made, every person youâve met, the dates you went on before thisâ it was all to lead you to him. sparks, fireworks, whatever people say about meeting the one, you could add to the conversation now because you understood.Â
he deepens the kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth and you moan. you couldnât help it, couldnât fight it, every single nerve ending in your body was on fire. his hand slides to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, your hands flying up to his shoulders, wanting to feel every inch of him.Â
âbeen waiting to do this,â he whispered between kisses, his breath hot on your mouth, eyes closed.Â
you smile into the kiss, his words amplifying your hunger, your hands trailing from his shoulders to his chest, laying your palms flat against his muscled chest. you broke the kiss again, âyouâre so fucking sexy.â
âi should be saying that to you,â his hands move from your neck down your back until they scoop under your ass, pulling you onto his lap with ease as he shifts to sit forward, your bodies fully changing position. you gasp at the movement, wrapping your thighs around him, hands clinging to his shoulders again. the thought that he could flip you around with as much ease as he just showed you had your brain doing cartwheels, you could tell just by looking at mingyu that he was strong, but him proving it was a completely different story.Â
he caught your lips with his own again, hands still under your ass until they moved to your hips, digging his thumbs into your skin. you moaned into his mouth at the feeling and he let out a deep groan, rocking your hips forward. when you felt him beneath you, you couldnât help but gasp, another sound of pleasure escaping your lips and he smiled into you, whispering, âwant you so bad, princess.â
your head falls forward, eyes screwed shut, the stimulation too good to be over layers of clothes. you blamed his actions on sunday, youâve been thinking about him like this every night before bed with a hand between your thighs, now itâs actually happening. you supposed this is what it was like to be with someone you connected with on a deeper level, your body was responding quicker than your head was, getting lost in a fog, hands trailing to his neck, his jawâ you needed to feel all of him.Â
he let out a grunt, âtake it easy,â he stilled your hips with massive palms, you hadnât even realized you began moving on your own. âtonightâs about you.â
âwant you so bad, gyu,â you were breathless, you sounded like an animalâ voice shaky, nearly whining because he stopped you.Â
he chuckled, voice octaves deeper than it had been, âyouâll have me, but not yet.â
you sat back on his thighs, baffled, eyebrows knitted in clear irritation, âwhat do you mean, not yet?âÂ
his smile only grew, âiâll take care of you, i promise,â he spread his thighs which in turn spread yours, his hands trailing up your legs from your knee to your hips. âso spoiled already, what am i gonna do with you?â
you watched his hands travel across your body, back involuntarily arching at his touch, mewls slipping from your lips. you were losing itâ fuck waiting, you needed him, you reached for his zipper.Â
he grabs your wrist before you reach it, making you whine. âdid you not hear me when i said tonightâs about you? is your pretty head already too fuzzy for you to think correctly?âÂ
you pouted, looking up to him, trying to mimic chanâs doe eyes as best you could. âplease,â you begged, âwant to touch you so bad.âÂ
âbegging will get you nowhere,â he leaned back on the couch, a sense of authority filling the space between you, curbing your behavior entirely. âyouâll take what i give you, right?âÂ
you nod, falling into submission with ease, and the smile that grows on his face is despicable. he praises, âgood girl, thought so,â before he tugs your wrists forward, and your lips are on his again.Â
theyâre nastier this time, all tongue and teeth, and his hands are everywhere. on your back, on your hips, on your chest, the noises you let out would be embarrassing if you could think about it for longer than half a second. when his thumbs travel up your inner thighs you stiffen, your back arching, moaning into his mouth and he laughs, his chest rising into yours.Â
ârelax for me, princess,â he says into your mouth and you obey without even thinking about it, body sinking into his. he slips his right palm between your legs to cup your center over your pants and you grind yourself into him involuntarily, releasing a gasp as you finally get stimulation where you needed it most.Â
your head falls forward again, breaths growing heavy at the contact. he switches to two fingers instead, adding pressure along your clothed slit, pausing at your clit to rub small circles. you moans are pathetic, grinding into his hand, begging for more but you didnât dare say it.Â
âyeah, there you go,â he encourages, voice low and directly in your ear as you grind against his fingers, he doesnât stop talking, âgonna cum on my fingers when i havenât even taken your pants off? my girl is so desperate.âÂ
your moans raise in pitch at his words, the slight degradation only getting you there faster, you could taste your orgasm. you didnât know you were into that kind of thingâ you never had any experience in it, you and mingyu certainly didnât talk about it beforehand.Â
âgo ahead, princess, cum for me,â he encourages and you lose it, unraveling on his hand, his words tipping you over the edge. your moans are strangled in your throat as you finally release, breath stilling as your head sinks entirely onto his shoulder, his hand still riding you through it. when you back off his touch he halts his movement, bringing a hand up to your hair, fingers lightly scratching your scalp as he praises you. âso good for me, baby, did so good.â
you whimper in response, body completely spent on his lap, limp hands resting on his chest as his thumbs sneak down to hook in your waistband. you could hear his grin in his words, âi hope you donât think iâm done with you yet, wanna see your pretty face cum on my fingers.âÂ
you lifted your hips off of him and he slips the fabric down your legs one after the other, your brain completely fogged over, too fucked to do anything else but comply. youâd do whatever he said in this state, as long as he kept talking to you.Â
when you sat back down on his lap his thighs were spread again, your legs sat wide over his own, pussy on display for eyes that couldnât see it. he bared his teeth in a smile, head laying atop the back of the couch, looking at you through lowered eyes. it shouldâve been mortifying, being so exposed to him when he hadn't even taken his shirt off, but the feeling didnât come to mind when he looked at you as if he'd eat you alive.Â
âso good,â he praised, the smile not once leaving his face, âyou wanna cum again, donât you baby?â
you nod, whimpering, hips bucking into nothing beneath them. mingyu was so hard, you could see the ridiculous tent in his pants, you were nearly drooling at the sight. you want to see him, touch him, taste the full length of himâ it was cruel how he was keeping himself from you, but you still didnât tell him, maybe heâd praise you more if you didnât.Â
âsay it,â his hands were on your bare hips, the skin on skin contact had you heaving. you couldnât form any words other than make me cum, begging three times before his hands moved. Â
his fingers moved to your core and his lips were on yours again as his fingers slipped inside, index and middle, immediately curling inside of you. you plunged forward, your entire abdomen folding, the slight overstimulation combined with how thick his fingers felt inside of you was devastating. you were louder now, moans turning to cries, hips driving forward to match the thrusts of his fingers.Â
âfuck, mingyu,â words returned to you, a moment of clarity in the midst of the fog, âfeels so fucking good, please donât stop.âÂ
âthere she is,â his lips attached to your jaw, kissing down your neck as his fingers created a rhythm, âcame back to me, hmm?âÂ
âyes,â you moaned out, words breathy and light, âwant you to watch me when i cum.âÂ
he groaned, head falling back onto the couch again, his other hand reaching forward to rub your clit again. you cried out curses, watching mingyu as he watched you. you whimpered, âwanna feel you so bad, want you to fuck me gyu.âÂ
his eyebrows furrowed, jaw going slack, quickening his pace on your clit. you could feel another orgasm forming in the pit of your stomach, eyes falling shut, head lolling forward before you snapped it back upright. he wanted to see you, youâd let him have whatever he wanted.Â
âso close,â you cried, he was so fucking good at thisâ not once did the rhythm he created falter as you thrashed against him, following your hips with experienced fingers. âgonna cum, gyu.âÂ
âcum all over my fingers baby, give it to me,â he leaned forward, catching your lips with his own in a kiss before he growled, âcum for me.âÂ
the order had you seeing stars behind your eyelids, your body obeying without you even processing it, shaking in his arms as you got lost in your orgasm like a fucking riptide. this one was far more powerful than the last, it took you longer to ride out the full length of it, the aftershocks hitting you in tremors.Â
âgood girl, that was so hot,â his voice was strained as he praised you, clearly trying to hold himself back, but you couldnât place why he wouldnât do anything about it.Â
âwant you inside,â you said into his neck, head fallen onto his shoulder by now, small aftershocks of your orgasm still coursing through you. his hands rubbed your back, soothing touches to bring you back, a huff of amusement leaving his lips.Â
âyouâre insatiable,â he teased, hand dropping to leave a small tap on your bare ass. âyouâll have me another night.âÂ
âwhy?â you whined, body curling into his further, arms laying limp at your sides, âyou donât wanna fuck me?âÂ
âdonât do that,â he planted a kiss to the side of your head as his hands continued, leaving calming strokes on your back, âbe patient.âÂ
you sit up slowly, âi donât want to be patient.âÂ
âthen call up the blondie,â he shot you an amused smile, âiâm sure heâll be glad to fix your issue.âÂ
âmingyu,â you huffed, âthatâs not funny. iâll be patient.âÂ
ânever heard a woman complain after coming twice,â he shook his head, watching with careful eyes as you stood off his lap, reaching for your pants.Â
âi am so sorry that i want your cock so bad iâm begging for it,â you teased back as you slipped them up your legs, a playful smile on your lips.Â
he lifted a brow, âtouchĂŠ.â
you stayed at mingyuâs place for hours after, half listening to whatever movie he put on his tv while you fought to not get lost in conversation. it was too hard when he put on a romcom, the first time he nitpicked a detail the fight was over, entering a debate about how stupid it was for the main girl to be interested in the man who was clearly an asshole. mingyu thought it was stupid, you stood up for the girlâ youâve been there too many times to not stick up for her. at least half the movie was spent talking about the movie.
you spent the other half of it lazily kissing, hands traveling across each otherâs skin, he let you maneuver your hands under his shirt, feeling his chiseled abdomen, his chest, his backâ you were right, every part of him was strong. his fingers had slipped under your pants again, the movie was over for far too long before the two of you had come up for air.Â
but he still didnât take it furtherâ didnât let you touch him below his belt. you couldnât understand why, until he finally gave you a reason, âi just want to wait, i know itâs old fashioned. donât make fun of me.âÂ
your body went hot, you were now convinced that anything he did could turn you on. âuntil when?! marriage?!â you joked, and he only responded by pressing his lips to yours again, effectively shutting you up.
you didnât want to leaveâ you knew mingyu had meetings early the next morning, you had classes, but his couch was so comfortable, the blanket he threw over you was so cozy, you couldnât fathom going outside in the cold air or sitting in your car that would take way too long to warm up. you felt like you were in your own bubble, just you and mingyu, no one knew where you were or what you were doing. you didnât want it to end.Â
you checked your phone after hours, your phone screen flooded with notifications. you scrolled through as mingyu traced patterns along your stomach over the blanket, his head lying just below it, both of you sideways on his massive sectional.Â
8:28 pm
yeo: tiny are u alive
8:51 pm
yeo: tiny i am getting nervous yeo: pls answer
it being past ten now, you were scared to continue scrolling.Â
9:23 pm
sannie: yeo is tweaking sannie: he is telling ace lol
you sighed, eyes closing, your bubble was burst.Â
9:31 pm
yeo: ace did not gaf yeo: bro said ur prolly on another date yeo: good luck have fun get some
you swiped out of your groupchat, seeing an unopened text in your thread with yunho.Â
10:01 pm
yunho: worried about u yunho: hope this oneâs treating you better
you smiled, fingers typing awayâ yunho was the only one who knew who mingyu was.Â
10:23 pm
you: dont be worried im fine you: hes perfect he's the one you: thanksgiving secured
the bubble appeared in seconds, then it went away.
â yunho liked your messages.Â
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â no such thing as too perfect // jeon wonwoo
wonwoo x gn!reader, 2k+ words
tags: office au, established relationship, fluff, kinda crack, junhui is the best work bestieTM ever, yn is Dramatic and In Love
warnings: none
notes: this was only meant to be like, 1.2k.... idk what happened but im not apologising. also there are a couple of pov switches which i hope make sense!!
âI think I need to break up with him,â you say, and Junhui blinks around a mouthful of salad.Â
âWho?â he asks, spraying pieces of feta cheese all over the table, and you wrinkle your nose and brush away a few bits that get too close to you and your bento box. He frowns, and then his eyes widen. âOh my god, you need to break up with Jeon Wonwoo? Why do you need to break up with Jeon Wonwoo?â
You wince as Junhui's loud exclamation rings throughout the office canteen, making several heads turn to look at the two of you.Â
âDon't yell it so loudâand why are you saying his name in italics?â
âBecause this is Jeon Wonwoo,â Junhui emphasises again, shoving salad passionately into his mouth before carrying on talking. âHe's the only one of your boyfriends that I've actually ever approved of. Which is crazy, because Soonyoung introduced him to you, and I've never pinned Soonyoung as a guy that knows boyfriend-material guys.â
You reach over and lower Junhuiâs fork, preventing him from eating and talking at the same time. âI don't know,â you sigh. âI just⌠I don't think this is going to work.â
âWhat did he do?â Junhui asks. His face morphs into a more serious look. âDo I need to murder him for you?â
âNo, Iâ no! Don't murder him!â you say quickly, shaking your head. âHe hasn't done anything wrong. It's just. I think I need to break up with him.â
The grave look melts from Junhui's face, and then he frowns. âYou need to break up with him⌠even though he hasn't done anything wrong?â
âYes.â
Junhui stares at you, mystified, then snatches back his fork to keep eating his salad. âOkay, so you've gone insane. Nice to know.â
You sigh at Junhui's response, rubbing your temples.Â
Whilst it does sound insane for you to break up with Wonwoo even though he's done nothing wrong, in your eyes, it's actually quite understandable.Â
Nothing has gone wrong, per se: you've been dating Wonwoo for about ten months now, and everything has been perfect. He's been perfect.Â
Maybe⌠a little too perfect.Â
He's always being so gentle and courteous, silently reading your emotions and knowing exactly how you're feeling at any given moment. He knows what you need before you even know that you need itâgiving you little cheek kisses to remind you that you're loved, pushing a chocolate bar into your hand when you're all dizzy and tired, hugging you to sleep when you've had a bad day.Â
The bento box that you're opening and having for lunch? That was prepared by him too.Â
Jeon Wonwoo is just so goddamn perfect, and it worries you.Â
âI don't think I'm good enough for him,â you admit whilst Junhui is busily sipping his water.Â
It's fascinating how he manages to eat so frantically whilst eating so slowly at the same time, you think idly, as Junhui chokes on the tiny sip he was taking. He sets down the glass, wiping his mouth and blinking at you.Â
âSorry, what?â
âCome on, Junhui, do I really have to say it again?â you complain, beginning to open your bento box. âYou heard me.â
âYeah, and I couldn't believe my ears,â he says, tilting his head sideways. âYou? Not good enough for him? Please. That's crazy.â
You make a questioning noise. âYou just said that he's the only boyfriend of mine that you approved of.â
âExactly.â Junhui stabbed his fork in your direction, before going back to shovelling leaves into his mouth. âYou're perfect for him, and he's perfect for you. I predicted it from the moment you met.â
âI don't know about me being perfect for him, but he really is just too perfect for me,â you whine. âHim and his stupidly warm eyes and that smile⌠oh, Junhui, he makes me feel like the most beautiful person in this entire universe.â You look down at your bento box, pouting. âWonwoo's just so perfect.â
Junhui makes a face. âGross, but okay. I still don't see your point, though. Wonwoo's perfect, and you're both good enough for each other. I don't see why you think you need to break up with him.â
Still looking down at the bento box, you let out a sigh. All of the food is neatly packed away into the separate compartments, and he's even arranged the sesame seeds on your rice into a little heart. It's an awfully goofy but also an awfully Wonwoo thing to do, and you can feel your heart squeezing painfully in your chest, the longer you stare at it.Â
This is not good. You are far too in love with Wonwoo.Â
That's what you tell Junhui, and he stares at you with utter disbelief as if you've finally admitted that you really have lost your mind.Â
âAnd what makes you think that he's not far too in love with you?â Junhui asks. âYou know, one of the reasons that I approve of Wonwoo is because he's just so so in love with you. Like, almost disgustingly in love with you.â
âWhat?â You blink at him, before shaking your head. âJunhui, no, this is serious. Wonwoo's just so perfect and I'm so in love with him andâand it's actually getting dangerous now. I've literally fallen in love with him.â
Junhui stares at you for a long moment, wondering whether you're actually being serious about all of this.Â
âThat's not a bad thing,â he insists, and then chomps on his salad in frustration. âY/N, that's not a bad thing at all.â
âYes it is,â you say, despairingly, looking forlorn as you prop your chin on your hand. âI love him too much. It's gonnaâit's gonna get too overwhelming, soon, and then he'll start thinking I'm weird, and he'll distance himself from me, and then we'll break up and I should end this before that happens.â
Junhui shakes his head. âI don't think that's true.â
âYes it is.â
âNo it isn't. He won't break up with you.â
âNot yet.â
Junhui looks away exasperatedly, because you're adamant in wallowing in your despair over having to break up with Wonwoo because âhe's too perfectâ even while quite happily eating the lunch that Junhui knows Wonwoo probably prepared for you.Â
It's insane, he thinks, because it's obvious to him that Wonwoo loves you a lot. But he knows you and your negative thinking, and short of Wonwoo walking in here and professing his love to you all by himself, Junhui can't think of anything that could possibly convince you otherwise.Â
As he looks past your shoulder to the glass doors of the office canteen, however, he blinks.Â
There's a tall man entering the canteen, his dark hair all fluffy and his glasses-rimmed eyes scanning the area, lips pursed into a look that could almost be described as bored. He has his hands in his coat pockets, wearing the most simple casual fit ever, but he exudes such cold model energy that even Junhui blinks again.Â
And then he watches as the man catches sight of you and Junhui, and his entire demeanour just softens.Â
Junhui bites back a grin.Â
Wow. Maybe heâs, like, actually psychic.Â
âWonwoo's here,â he says abruptly, and your head snaps up so fast that he can hear the audible click that sounds in your neck.Â
âWhere?âÂ
Junhui doesn't get to say anything, however, because he sees the moment that your eyes clock the tall man that's striding into the canteen, the light catching the frames of his glasses, and watches as you positively melt, in much the same way that the man had done when he saw you.Â
He can almost hear every infatuated thought that runs through your mind.Â
âWonwoo,â you breathe, once Wonwoo steps close enough to the table that you and Junhui are eating at. His hair is all fluffy and windswept, and you resist the urge to smooth it down with your fingers.Â
âHello.â Wonwoo bends down, presses a soft kiss to your forehead. âYou weren't answering your phone.â
âHm? I didn't get any text notifs from you.â You check your phone, trying to turn it on, only for the screen to remain black. âOh. Is it dead?â
âI suspected as much,â Wonwoo says dryly, but there's a fondness in his voice as he pulls out a power bank from his pocket. âHere.â
Your eyes light up. âOh, you're a life saver!â You look up at Wonwoo, smiling at the way his eyes look so warm as he gazes down at you. âThank you.â
Junhui slurps his water loudly.Â
âSorry,â he says, sounding not sorry at all when the two of you look over at him. âDon't mind me.â
He's grinning mischievously, for reasons that you cannot fathom, and when he leans forward to peer up at Wonwoo with curious eyes, the mischief in his grin only increases.Â
âSo, Wonwoo, why are you here?â
Wonwoo tilts his head, pushing his glasses up at the same time. âYou're Junhui.â
âThe one and only,â Junhui says brightly. âI'm Y/N's work bestie. I've heard loads about you.â
You hiss in annoyance, kicking Junhui under the table even as Wonwoo laughs amusedly, placing a hand on your shoulder affectionately.Â
âWen Junhui! Why would you say that?â
âDo you talk about me that often?â Wonwoo asks, and his tone is somewhere between genuinely curious and adoring and you kind of just wanna sit there and listen to his voice forever.Â
âOh, all the time,â Junhui says, eyes gleaming, and you snap your gaze back to him, exasperated. âY/N loves you so much. I hear about the extent of it every day.â
Wonwoo looks down at you, raising an eyebrow. âReally?â
You kind of want to deny it, but then that would mean lying to Wonwoo, so you don't.Â
âMaybe?â you say weakly, cheeks burning as you smile sheepishly up at him. âYou're just, uh. Really really lovely. And, um, I kind of love you. A lot.â
Wonwoo laughs, a full and endeared laugh, twinkling with the light of a thousand suns. âI'm glad. Because you're really lovely, and I love you a lot too.â
Your eyes widen, and suddenly it's like it's just you and Wonwoo in the canteen now, him with his hand on your shoulder and those eyes, holding your very soul in place as he just smiles so lovingly and oh God you really do love him.Â
âOh,â you say, soft. âWonwooâŚâ
Wonwoo just smiles again. âAnyways, I came by to let you know that I'll be finishing work a bit earlier today, so call me when you're done and I'll drive by to pick you up, okay?â
You nod, mute, stunned by the gentlest words of âI love youâ that had left Wonwoo's mouth just seconds before.Â
âIt was nice meeting you,â Junhui chirps, but Wonwoo doesn't seem to hear, because he's looking down at you again, before swooping in and placing the lightest kiss on your nose and you feel like you could combust on the spot right there.Â
âI'll see you later?â he says.Â
You nod. âI'll see you later.â
Wonwoo smiles, and then the hand slides off your shoulder and he walks away.Â
You watch him go, watch him walk through the tables and then get to the glass doors, where he turns around one last time to wave goodbye before disappearing outside, and really, it's insane how much you love him.Â
And how much he loves you, it seems.Â
âSo. He took time out of his own lunch break and came all the way here to give you a charger because he knew that you'd forgotten one and to tell you that he's picking you up later?â Junhui says, making you reluctantly turn back to him. âY/N. If this doesnât make you see just how in love with you Wonwoo is, then Iâm gonna kick you.â
âHey, no need for violence,â you say, raising an eyebrow, and Junhui pulls a face.Â
âSo do you see it or do you not?â
You look over your shoulder again, out at the doors. Wonwooâs no longer there, but you can still imagine the imprint of his warmth, lingering like the softest lavender scent over the entire area.Â
âMaybe I do,â you say, all wistful and dazed, a smile on your face. âIsnât he just so perfect?â
Junhui grins, and makes use of your distracted state to steal a carrot stick from your lunch, crunching on it loudly.
âPerfect and in love with you,â he points out. âSo do you still feel like you need to break up with him?â
âHm?â
You blink, eyes still all starry from your few minutes of interacting with your boyfriend, his soft smile etched into your mind. It takes a moment for Junhui's words to register, but then they do, and you can't help but laugh.Â
âOh. Oh, no. He and I are perfect.â
Junhui grins. He really is a psychic.Â
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texts with bf!dino x non-idol!reader
genre: fake texts, fluff, suggestive, humorous
warnings: curse words (?), sexual innuendo(s) (its really just one), minors dni!
part: two
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DOKYEOM AS YOUR INEXPERIENCED DOMESTIC BOYFRIEND 𧡠,, ě´ě믟
đˇď¸ â・Ë. new couple!dk x reader, fluffy&comedic headcanons, dk is a little dumb here haha bear with me
đď¸ â・Ë. we all love a goofy silly boyfriend <3
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dokyeom who always complies to your little silly requests and never once uttered a single complaint â wear matching banana onesies in broad daylight to the nearby convenience store? yes. make a funny face in front of the pastries youâve just ordered at the cafe for your instagram post? sure. switching shoes just because your feet started hurting from the high heels? of course (at this point he is high-heel trained, he could be doing full-on jogs with them haha) he just canât say no to his princess because honestly how could he ever deny your pouty, doe-eyed faceâŚ?
dokyeom who has absolutely no idea what the definition of personal space is and loves sticking to you whenever and wherever you are. and by that, itâs literally whenever and wherever. there was once when you were up showering at 2am to cool off the scorching summer heat, and when you turned around after applying shampoo, you literally caught him sitting down on the bathroom mat, bed hair sticking out in all directions, rubbing his eyes and staring at you doe-eyed. âkyeomie what the heck are you doing there???â (not gonna lie your soul nearly left your body) âI was scaredâŚ. :( the bedâs too emptyâ
dokyeom who would panick when you have your period in front of him. âJAGIYA YOUâRE BLEEDINGâ âitâs called menstruationâŚâ and you can literally see the cogs turn in his brain, trying to process what that meant. âdo you need a bandage?â and of course it took him quite a while to learn that you indeed do not need oneâŚ
dokyeom who brings you down to the playground across the street to build snow ducks during winter, but every single snow duck he made had some fuckass weird mutations â the beak would be missing or even the whole ass head would be gone, but regardless,, you would praise him. âlook jagiya, this is usâ he pointed to three snow ducks perched on the wooden bench. âkyeomie but thereâs three ducks not two?â and he smiles at you saying âthis is gonna be our little family in the futureâ đĽš
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âExclusive to you.â â Choi Seungcheol
â¸â¸ŕ Ë. fluff ¡ est. relationship ¡ comfort
â pairings : seungcheol x gn!reader â warning : pouty and sad cheol :( â wc : 0.6k [âď¸] ¡ when your boyfriend arrives home, but not in his usual mood.
â - note : everybody loves to see a pouty cheol, but not when he is in a bad mood :(
Just as you were about to call Seungcheol to ask when he would return, you heard the front door open.
You leaned back on the couch to peek at the front door, and smiled at the sight of your boyfriend-Seungcheol.
"How was practice?" You ask, and he remains quiet. You frowned as you noticed his shoulders slightly slumped, head lowered, and a pout on his face. Something is wrong-you thought.
"Cheol?"
Without a word, he takes off his shoes and silently approaches you. He stands in front of you with the biggest pout on his face, and you look up at him.
Before you can say or do anything, he throws himself on you and tightly wraps his arms around you. "Baby..." He mumbles, pressing his face deep into your neck.
You instinctively wrap your arms around him, patting his back. "What's wrong, cheol?" Your eyes widen with concern as you ask.
He tilts his head back to rest it on your shoulder and shakes his head. "Nothing," he says, taking your hand and resting it on his head. "Nothing's wrong."
"I just missed you," he says, shifting slightly and clutching your shirt with one hand. "And I'm tired."
You sigh, gently caressing his hair. Right now, he looks like a little baby in his mother's arms. "You got me worried."
"I'm sorry."
"Was the practice too much?" You ask, and a sigh escapes Seungcheol. He nodded.
He looked so small against you right now, as if he wanted you to protect him from the world. As if the only thing he could depend on was you. However, most of the time it was the other way around. He was the one who always wants to protect you, as if you are the most precious thing in the world.
"Take some rest, I'm right here." You smiled and rubbed his back gently to calm him down, and it worked. He finally fell asleep, curled up against you, and closed his eyes.
You were grateful. So grateful, that you were the one Seungcheol always trusted in to take care of him in his vulnerable state. He wouldn't even think once before throwing himself in your arms and let you protect him. And you would forever love to take care of him, cherish him in your arms, cherish his sensitive side. Which, by the way, is only exclusive to you.
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