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[consequences] the boyz hyunjae

warnings: enemies to lovers, fake marriage, and they were roommates, oral (m & f receiving), protected sex, couch sex, riding, cursing, PLOT

words: 7467

A/N: WHAT THE HECK

— Can you wear a shirt in my presence? — You asked, annoyed.

— I also live here, sweetheart. So if you can walk around with short shorts and a tank top with no bra, I can walk around shirtless. — Hyunjae answered, using that nickname you were more than used to.

— Not, you don't live here, dude, your cousin was kind enough to let you live with us while you find a new place. This is temporal. — You raised your voice.

— Can you two shut the fuck up? God, I can't even start my day without you two arguing. — Chanhee got out of his room.

— When is he leaving? — You asked, fully ignoring Hyunjae's offended look.

— When he finds a new place.

— And is he even looking for one? It's been almost a month. Or is he going to give us his part of the rent?

— Can you stop talking about me as if I'm not just right here? — Hyunjae finally exploded.

— I'm not going to join your argument before having a coffee. Or at all. — Chanhee walked to his room and locked the door behind him.

— Just for your information, I am looking for a place, I'll go to see one today. Thank you for your concern. — Hyunjae grabbed his bowl of cereal and walked to the living room, his temporary room.

— You better do the dishes before or I'm changing the door lock. — You said before locking yourself in your room.

When you came back from work, neither Hyunjae or Chanhee were home yet. You found a note stuck on your door.

"I'll check another place and eat outside, don't miss me ;)"

Fucker. As if you cared.

You finally had a peaceful meal, until Hyunjae called you when you were washing the bowl and cup you used.

"What?" You answered aggressively.

"Baby, hi! Guess what? I found our perfect place!" You could hear the echo his voice made in the room he was in.

"The fuck are talking about, dude? Did you hit your head on your way there?" You joked, walking to your room.

"That's right, the one you told me. How about you come and see it, I know you're gonna love it."

That's when you get it. "They won't rent it if you're not married, aren't they? What a shame."

"Don't worry, we'll wait for you."

"What? I'm not going, dude, look for another place."

"Perfect, see you here. Love you."

You stared at your phone for a few seconds until Hyunjae sent you the address of this apartment. "I'll do whatever you want for the rest of my life, please come"

You debated yourself if you should really go or not.

The sooner he gets a place, the fastest he leaves yours. Fair enough.

You changed clothes and grabbed Hyunjae's denim jacket before leaving.

You sent him a message once you got out of the taxi you called. Not even a minute later, he was walking out the building.

— He's looking at the window, so don't push me. — Hyunjae said before holding your head and kissing you slowly.

You followed the kiss. — You'll never hear the end of this. — You kissed him again and grabbed his hand, letting him guide you to his new apartment.

— We've been married for 3 months, together for a year. We don't have children and we don't want to. — Hyunjae said while you were waiting for the elevator. — Another thing. — You looked at him tired. — You have to live with me for a while. Then I can tell him we broke up so he doesn't kick me out.

Your two got in the elevator, glad it was empty. — You should've told me that.

— I'm sorry, I panicked. — You arrived at his floor and held hands again.

Hyunjae opened the door for you. Let the show begin

— You must be [Y/N]. I'm Mr. Jeong. — A middle-aged man said once you two got in. — Hyunjae told me you chose this apartment.

— I did, yes. I really like the zone, my mom lives close by. — Hyunjae smiled. You followed his lie unconsciously.

— Hyunjae told me that. That's so sweet of him to live close to your mom.

— He's the best. — You said, but Hyunjae's eyes told you you sounded too fake.

— So how about you show your beautiful wife the place while I go for the papers to my apartment. — Mr. Jeong said. You two panicked.

— Oh, you live in the building too? — You asked, squeezing Hyunjae's hand.

— That's right, on the second floor. — Well, that wasn't that bad. Hyunjae's apartment was on the 8th floor.

Mr. Jeong left, and you two waited a minute to finally argue.

— What is so cool about this apartment that you needed me to pretend to be your wife? — You asked him, following him to a small bathroom. You watched him close the door and layed on it. — I doubt it's the price, this zone it's really expensive.

— The whole place.

— It's too big for one person. — You crossed your arms.

— Juyeon and Kevin also need a place, they still don't know I found it though.

— So what now? How long do you need me here?

— I'm still not sure, but in the meantime, I need you to let them live with Chanhee.

— No.

— Please, then you can go back.

— Ok, fine they can stay there. — Hyunjae nodded. — But what if Mr. Jeong does kick you out once we "broke up". — Hyunjae stayed silent. — That better not be part of the contract we're about to sign.

And it wasn't fortunately. Mr. Jeong left the place, staring at you two with a nostalgic smile.

— I'll pay for everything. The rent, the bills, the moving. — Hyunjae said, joining you at the window.

— Yeah, you better. — You looked at him. — Did you eat?

— Barely, but I'm not hungry.

— Well, we have to go back to my apartment for our stuff and to tell Chanhee about this. You can have your last meal there.

Telling Chanhee was harder than you thought. He immediately refused, telling Hyunjae to find another girl.

— Mr. Jeong already met me, Chan, and I also signed the contract. There's no turn back now.

— If you do something to her, I'll stop talking to you, I swear Hyunjae, I don't care if we're family.

— Chanhee. — You called him, taken aback by his reaction.

— I won't, I swear, she'll be back here in 6 months. — You wanted to protest, but the time sounded just right.

Packing was fast. You were terrified of unpacking.

You walked to the room besides the main one. But Hyunjae stopped you.

— I'm not sharing a bed with you, dude. Also, it's not like he's going to check if we sleep in the same bed.

— He's our landlord, he needs to come and check if everything's alright. — You scoffed. — I got a new bed, a bigger one, we'll be far away from the other.

— If you hug me just once, I'm moving my stuff to that room, you get it? — You pointed at the door you initially were aiming at. Hyunjae nodded.

Luckily, the room had enough space for both, you'd say it was too much for you. You didn't even use all the hangers.

— Are you going to use them? — Hyunjae asked. Of course he needed extra hangers. He didn't like to fold his hoodies.

— All yours. — Hyunake took them and walked to his side of the room. — Why did you mention the kids? Did he ask?

— Yeah, when I told him we recently got married, he asked if we were planning on having kids.

— And you don't want them? — Hyunake turned around with a confused look. — With someone else. — You laughed.

— Ah. Well, yeah I do, actually. But I'll have to wait, I can't afford them right now. — He finished hanging his hoodies and stretched his arms.

— You seriously thought I'd let you pay for everything? — You walked to him.

— I mean, I was expecting you to pay at least for a few things. I've known you long enough to know that you don't like being a burden.

— Then it's set. 50-50? — You reached out your hand to shake it with his.

But there was one thing none of you thought about. The arguments. Just by the next day, you two went back to your usual dynamic.

— I told you to not hug me! — You said, pushing him.

— God, you're not even fully awake and you're already yelling. — Hyunjae turned his body and ignored your disgusted look.

You got up and grabbed the clothes you were going to wear. It was Saturday so at least you didn't have to work. Hyunjae, on the other hand, had to.

— Don't take too long, I need to take a shower. — You looked at him before getting in the bathroom. Once you got out. You found him in just his boxers, waiting for you to come out.

— Are you fucking serious? — You asked, stopping your tracks at the door.

— Well, this is my place, I can walk around however I want. — Hyunjae took his towel and moved you. You felt shivers when he slammed the door.

You were brushing your hair when he got out of the bathroom, with just his towel around his waist. There was no point in protesting anymore.

— I need to go to the supermarket later, do you need anything? — He said, taking his sweet time in choosing a shirt.

— No, thanks. — You said before leaving the room.

You set the coffee maker and grabbed two cups from a box and then went back to the room, begging for Hyunjae to be fully dressed by now.

— Do you want coffee? — He was, kind of. His shirt was still open.

— Yes, thank you. — He noticed you froze. — You just saw me with just my boxers on, what is that reaction?

— Don't know what you're talking about. — You were about to leave, but turned around. — I'll start using the other room's bathroom from now on.

Hyunjae walked to you. — I've never seen you like this, babe. Seriously, what's wrong? Did you have a wet dream about me like this?

— You wish. And I'm not telling you how to dress in your place, but let me remind you you were the one that asked me to help you. I don't mind packing everything again. — You tried your best to keep your eyes on his.

Hyunjae stayed silent, making you smirk. You left the room and got into the microwave the leftovers you two left last night.

It was almost 7pm when Hyunjae arrived, finding you finishing putting away all the plates and cups in the cabinets.

— Did you leave something for me? — Hyunjae looked around.

— The TV's. I'm afraid I'll break them. — You said, sitting on a chair. — Did you go to the supermarket?

— I didn't have time. Juyeon and Kevin needed help with the moving.

— So you help them, but not me? — You asked, laughing at his guilty face. — I'm kidding.

— Babe... — Your eyes snapped at the nickname. He only called you like that as a joke, and his tone wasn't didn't sound like it. He cleared his throat to ease the tension he created. — I bought this, by the way. — He took out two rings. — I don't know if Mr. Jeong noticed we didn't have rings on, but just in case.

Hyunjae was about to grab your hand, but you snatched the ring of his fingers, scaring him.

— Fuck... we don't have pictures of our wedding to decorate. — You said after putting on the ring.

— Juyeon will help with it, but we do need to take more pictures together. Just having pictures of our wedding will look suspicious.

— So that means we have to go on dates?

— Just for the pictures.

— Right.

Another silence dominated the room.

— Do you want to go for dinner? — Hyunjae asked, taking off his back tie.

— Uh, sure. Let me change.

— You look good like that, though.

You bit your lip. You wanted to giggle so bad. — I'm only changing my shirt and grabbing some jacket.

— Right.

You two got into your room and went to your sides of it. Hyunjae was looking at himself in his full body mirror when he saw you taking off your shirt, leaving you in just your bra and jeans.

— Uh... — You turned around, acting innocent.

— So you can walk around with just your boxers, but I can't change my shirt in front of you? Seems unfair. — It was your turn to take your sweet time finding a shirt.

Hyunjae took a deep breath and shamelessly stared at your body through the mirror.

Once you were ready, you turned around, finding him taking a picture of you.

— Not weird at all. — You said, walking to him to see the photo in his phone.

— I mean, you're my wife. — Hyunjae grabbed your hand and showed you the ring you had on.

— Right, just don't take pictures of me sleeping.

In the elevator, you tried to avoid his eyes. Suddenly, the elevator stopped in the second floor, opening its doors to show you Mr. Jeong and you guessed it was his wife.

You got close to Hyunjae and felt his arm around your waist.

— Oh, how lovely that we found you. — Mr. Jeong said. — This is the couple I told you about.

— You both look amazing. — Ms. Jeong said.

— Thank you. — Hyunjae said in unison.

— Going somewhere special? — Mr. Jeong answered.

— Just to find something to eat. — You answered.

— Oh, if it's nothing special then join us, we're going to this cafeteria my wife loves.

You were about to answer, but Hyunjae beat you. — Sounds good, [Y/N] love visiting new cafeterias.

It wasn't a lie. You looked up to him. He gave you a kiss on the cheek and left his lips there.

Once all of you arrive to the parking lot, you walked to Hyunjae's car, Mr. Jeong's wasn't far. He told you to wait for them.

At the cafeteria, you ordered a latte and some pastry. Hyunjae just ordered an americano.

You two were waiting for Mr. and Ms. Jeong ordered at the bar.

— Why did you accept? — You asked, letting Hyunjae put his arm around you, pulling you close.

— To fully convince him we're a couple. So we don't have to kiss in front of him that often.

— Look at them. They're truly in love and you don't see them kissing every three words. — Hyunjae nodded, agreeing with you. — I didn't know I was a bad kisser.

Hyunjae looked at you scared. — You're not, god, I'm sorry if I imply that.

You laughed. — Jae, relax, I'm joking.

— You're enjoying a little too much scaring me, you know?

— I don't think so. — Hyunjae brushed his thumb on your chin before giving you a small kiss.

— Sorry for taking too long. They had this new drink I wanted to try. — Ms. Jeong apologized.

The talk was surrounded at your oh so lovely perfect wedding. And it was more a conversation between Ms. Jeong and you.

— If you don't mind, Hyunjae, would you make me some company while I smoke? — Mr. Jeong asked. Hyunjae excused himself and went with him.

The night was chill. The cafeteria had a special place for smokers.

— I'm going to be honest with you, Hyunjae. I thought you two were pretending. You wouldn't be the first couple that lied to me. — Hyunjae panicked at Mr. Jeong's words. — But just the way she's talking about the wedding, and how you look at her. It reminds me of me and my wife.

Hyunjae was speechless. — Any advice?

— I think you two are fine. There's no such a thing as the "perfect couple". But I do find it hard to believe you don't want kids.

— I mean, not now, we're still trying to settle ourselves in a new place.

— I really hope I can meet them.

Back in your apartment, Hyunjae and you changed clothes quietly.

— I'm going to the convenience store in the morning to get breakfast, is there anything you want? — Hyunjae asked, opening the blanket.

— I'm going with you. — He nodded.

The next morning, after having breakfast, you two changed clothes again and went to the supermarket, making the list on your way there.

— You already paid for the dinner and breakfast, Hyunjae, stop fighting. — You said, giving the cashier your card.

— Then the next trip to the supermarket is on me. — Hyunjae kissed your cheek, making you giggle.

On your way back, you received a message from Chanhee, asking where you were. The three of them were outside your building.

— Why are you here? — You got out of the car and walked with your friends inside the building while Hyunjae parked the car.

— We brought you welcome gifts! — Kevin said, turning his back a little for you to see his well packed backpack.

You chuckled. — That's sweet of you, Kev, but I'll be here just for 6 months.

The four of you waited for Hyunjae to join you outside the elevator. Once he did, y'all went to his apartment.

Fake plants, fake wedding pictures, food. At least the latter wasn't fake.

— How's married life going? — Juyeon asked, sipping on his can of beer.

— I thought you'd be back to the apartment by the next day, if I'm honest. — Chanhee said, not hiding the fact that he missed you.

— If you think arguments are over, don't be dumb, of course we argue. — You answered.

— Just not that often.

Everyone, including you, didn't expect Hyunjae to give that extra information.

After a month of living together, the two had figured out how to not argue over small things like the clothes all over the place, the expired food in the fridge or him constantly using your soap.

— I was thinking... — He seemed nervous. — We haven't had a movie night since we started living together. Or since we met.

— Of course we had them. — You chuckled and tried to push the shopping cart.

— Chan was there.

— And that makes them not being movie nights?

Hyunjae got close to you and caged your body between his body and the shopping cart. — I'd just like to have a movie night with my wife.

— What got into you? — But he didn't answer, his lips were over yours, slowly kissing you.

When he parted from you, you noticed Mrs. Jeong rounding the corner with her shopping cart.

— What happened with the "I don't want to kiss you every time we see them"? — You asked, faking a deep voice, hiding your disappointment that he only kissed you for that.

— I never said that. — Hyunjae walked away with the shopping cart, not letting you answer, again.

— Yes, you did. — You saw in a whisper, walking in his direction.

And by the months passing, you got used to his touchy and clingy side in front of your landlord. Behind closed doors, Hyunjae would keep his distance, and there were times you thought he wanted you to go to sleep mad at him.

He ate your breakfast even when you told him it was yours, you found your underwear at the bottom of the laundry machine after three days, of course they smelt horrible, sometimes he would ignore you or what you told him, like the time he slept with just a pair of boxers, saying it was too hot for him to wear pajamas.

You end up sleeping in the room you initially planned to, but this time he didn't protest.

By the end of the fourth month, the same dynamic you two had at Chanhee's place was back.

You were walking out the building on a Saturday morning, you were finally free of Hyunjae's annoying ass. Even though you didn't have a plan, you just wanted to be out of that apartment.

— Good morning, [Y/N]! — You heard Mrs. Jeong said in her usual energetic tone.

— Oh, good morning. — You said, waiting for her.

— Hyunjae's working? — Just the mention of his name made you have a headache.

— Yeah, he's... working.

— Is everything ok? — Of course she noticed your disgusted tone.

And you remembered, the 6 months were almost over, the plan was to pretend to break up so he could keep the apartment. Well, let the show begin.

— No, but I'm sure it'll be.

— Are you going anywhere?

— Not really, I just wanted fresh air.

— How about you and I go for a fresh juice and talk in the park? Does that sound good?

Her tone reminded you of your mother. — That sounds like a good plan.

You spent 5 minutes making up a whole story of how you and Hyunjae were falling out of love while sipping on your juice.

— What you're telling me, [Y/N], it's making me feel really bad. You two really seem to want a future together. — Mrs. Jeong said.

— And if you'd asked me 3 months ago, I'd told you I also wanted a life with him, but I guess we needed more time. My best friend even said it was too soon for a wedding. I should've listened to her.

— You can still work it out, sweetheart, you two have a really special connection. I'm sure if you sit down and talk, problems will be solved.

Hyunjae was back in the building at 8pm. He made sure his car was locked when he saw Mr. Jeong.

— How nice to see you, Jae. — Mr. Jeong said, giving Hyunaje an affectionate pat on the back.

— Likewise. How's your day going?

— Pretty calm. By the way, my wife and yours spent the morning together.

Hyunjae pressed his lips forming a fine line and nodded.

— It seems it's true by your reaction. — Hyunjae stopped walking, making Mr. Jeong to also stop. — She didn't tell me much, but she said you're having problems.

— Not all couples have problems?

— They do, yes, but they don't seem to be small problems, Jae. And I know we like to always be right, but it doesn't hurt to hear what they have to say.

Hyunjae practically ran to his apartment once he said goodbye to Mr. Jeong. He opened the door and found you watching a movie in the living room.

— May I know why you are venting our problems with our landlords?

You paused the movie. — Hello to you too, babe, are you hungry? Dinner is almost ready.

— Answer me.

You got up and didn't care that he was taller than you. — I told her that we both were falling out of love. That's all.

— And why is Mr. Jeong telling me to listen to you? — He kept his angry tone.

— How long have we been living together? — Hyunaje didn't answer. — And how long did we say we would live together?

Asshole.

— I'm just starting to make them believe we have unsolving differences and a divorce is expected. Wasn't that your plan?

— It's been only four months, [Y/N], you could've waited a little longer.

— Oh yeah, so we can tell them out of nowhere we're getting divorce the same day I'm leaving.

— Well, that could've been the plan if you weren't out there telling Mrs. Jeong our problems!

— Stop raising your voice at me, Hyunjae, or this conversation is over.

Hyunjae nodded and laughed in a sarcastic way. — You know what? You're a fucking genius! Tomorrow the first thing I'm doing is asking our landlord if he's going to kick me out if we get divorced, how about that?

— I don't know why you are reacting like this, this is your fault! You lied to Mr. Jeong, you told him I was your wife, and now I'm stuck with you for another 2 months!

— Don't pretend you didn't want this, babe, you had the option to not even show up that day. But there you were, sucking on my tongue when I kissed you.

You just couldn't believe your ears. — I wanted you out of my apartment, that's why I did it.

— You're so pretty when you get mad. — Hyunjae said after scanning your face.

He held your chin between his thumb and index, but you pushed him before he could kiss you. — Don't you fucking dare to touch me after how you just talked to me.

— Listen, I'm sorry for overreacting, but I don't enjoy it when others know about my shit. Even if this is a fake relationship, I'd like to have some privacy.

— Well, I'm sorry for telling her about that, but you've been acting like an asshole for months now, I just wanted this to be over.

This time, when Hyunjae hugged you, you didn't push him. You had your face buried in his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

— If I'm honest, I did all those things to get to you. And it worked, just not the way I expected. — Hyunjae laughed when you hit him in the stomach. — Let's have dinner and watch a movie.

Movie night was calm, you had blankets over you two. You noticed Hyunjae was falling asleep and felt bad. He worked the whole day and still wanted to watch a movie with you.

— Let's go to sleep. — You said, pausing the movie. It wasn't even halfway through.

— We'll finish it tomorrow. — You nodded and his sleepy voice.

When you were about to get in the room you were sleeping in, you felt Hyunjae's hand grabbing your wrist.

— I promise that attitude will disappear, please, come back to the room.

You just couldn't say no. — Let me grab my pajamas then.

— You can borrow a shirt of mine. —You laughed at his child-like attitude, pulling you to his room.

He gave you a shirt, too big for you, and turned around so you could change.

— Am I allowed to hug you? — You turned your head over the pillow to look at him. He was really close.

— Sure.

The next morning, you were still trapped between his arms, glad he wasn't squeezing you to death.

— Jae... — You softly said. You wanted to know the hour, but you left your phone in the living room.

— It's early, go back to sleep. — Hyunjae's mouth was on your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

— Can you read my mind? — You turned your body, Hyunjae keeping you close to him.

— I do, actually, you're thinking you just had the best wet dream of your life and I was in it.

You laughed, he was back... — You need to work on that skill, then, because that is highly inaccurate.

— Oh yeah? — You felt his finger on your left side, realizing the shirt lifted up while you were sleeping.

— Very inaccurate. — You said over his lips.

— I don't believe you. — His hand traveled to your leg and pulled in over his waist.

It was when you remembered you were only wearing panties and his shirt.

— May I know what got into you? — You asked, sighing when you felt his finger digging just below the skin of your butt.

— How am I supposed to control myself when my beautiful wife kept rubbing her ass over my cock the whole night? — His soft voice changed to a dark and deep one.

— I didn't do such a thing.

— I wasn't joking when I said you had a wet dream, though, you were moaning while doing it. It took everything on me to not fuck you while sleeping. Unless you're into that. — Hyunjae bucked his hips, finally letting you feel his boner over your clothed cunt. — That is your fault, so you better fix it.

He didn't have to tell you twice. One of your hands pulled his pajama pants and underwear down while you licked the other to jerk him.

He hissed at your warm touch, making him bite his lower lip and pulled you to kiss you.

— Fuck... I'm so sensitive, please don't stop, babe. — You were enjoying his reaction too much, tighting your grip around him from time to time to help him cum.

He wanted to warn you, but not a single word came out of his mouth. You felt his cum spilling out to your hand and couldn't help but see.

— Sorry, it felt really good. — Hyunjae removed the sweat from his forehead and ran to the bathroom, coming back with some papel to clean your hand and some drops that fell on the bed.

And you wanted to talk about it, but didn't know how. It was until dinner that he mentioned it.

— I... Sorry... Thank you for this morning...

— Are you thanking me for making you cum? — That was the first time.

— Yeah? I enjoyed it a lot.

— And why did you apologize?

Hyunjae avoided your eyes, he was clearly embarrassed. — I.. wanted to return the favor.

— And why are you suddenly shy? — You've never seen him like this.

— I guess it's just the flashbacks...

— Well, I think we have to make some rules if this is going to happen again, right?

— Rules? Why?

— Are you going to be able to live with me for another 2 months after having sex?

Hyunjae bit his lip, his idea of returning the favor wasn't having sex, but now that you mention it... — Right. So this is going to happen just once?

— That's why we need rules, Jae...

— Fine, I get it. Shoot.

You finished your drink and made a face. — This can happen multiple times as long as we both are single. Even after I leave. But the moment we start talking with someone else, this ends. — Hyunjae crossed his arms and nodded. — Let's keep this as a secret, Chanhee would kill you if he knows.

— I wasn't planning on telling him. It's clear he loves you more than he loves me. And I'm his family.

You laughed at the pout he made. And then you remembered... — I don't mind you touching me while I'm sleeping... — Hyunjae couldn't believe his ears. — But if you want to take it further, wake me up.

— Sure. — He didn't intend to sound so excited.

— I don't take the pill, so if you don't have condoms here...

— We should've talked about this in the morning so I could go to the supermarket and buy some.

You laughed again. — Are you going to return the favor then?

Hyunje smirked, standing up and taking your hand, pulling you to your shared room.

— Lay back and enjoy.

You laid down on the bed and with the help of your elbows, could see him taking off your jeans and panties.

He gave you a last look before sinking into you, groaning at your taste. You threw your head back and bit your lip to mute your moans.

But Hyunjae heard your whines increasing when he inserted two fingers while he was sucking in your clit.

You suddenly kept quiet, making Hyunaje look at you. — Did you just... cum?

— Maybe... — You answered, catching your breath. You stood up and pulled up your jeans, walking to the bathroom, leaving Hyunjae more than confused.

But you were embarrassed, you've never cummed that fast before, and you didn't want to admit you have wanted this to happen for a while now.

The next day, Hyunjae left to work before you did, making you wake up alone in your shared bed. And you didn't know if you liked it or not.

He left you breakfast ready and a note wishing you a good day. Another first time.

You found Mrs. Jeong again, giving the "good news" that Hyunjae and you solved your problems.

[To: Menace] 7:24pm

"Going to the supermarket, you want something?"

But he didn't answer. You bought some snacks, debating yourself if you should get the condoms.

You checked your phone once you were home and couldn't fight the disappointment when you noticed Hyunjae left you in read. But your head snapped when you heard a door closing.

— Hyunjae?

He walked from his room and almost ran to greet you. — I'm sorry for not answering, I was busy. But hey, I bought the condoms.

You laughed, finding him adorable.

On the weekend, Hyunjae planned a movie night, but it got interrupted by a very heated make out session. The movie working as background noise.

You were on top of him, humping his very hard boner. His hands were under your tank top, massaging your boobs over your bra.

He kissed your neck while one of his hands was looking for something inside the drawer beside the couch you two were.

You looked at him. — You shouldn't have told me this can happen multiple times. I left condoms all over the place. — He said, taking off your tank top and bra before sucking in your left tit.

— And what if the guys come and find one? — You brushed his hair with your fingers, enjoying his tongue playing with your nipple.

— I don't want to think about that right now, babe, I want you to keep moving your hips, please. — You loved the new nickname, it wasn't in a teasing way anymore.

Instead of moving your hips, you got off him and started to undress, Hyunjae doing the same and grabbing the condom.

But you took it away from his fingers and got on your knees. Hyunjae cursed under his breath and let you do your thing.

You pumped his dick before licking it up and down, and then you sucked on his balls. You proceeded to open the condom and rolled it down on his boner.

— Do I have to schedule a blowjob with my wife? — Hyunjae asked when you straddled him. He positioned his tip over your clit and rubbed it.

— I have to check if I'm not busy... — You said over his lips.

Hyunjae smirked and pulled you down, earning a very loud moan from you. Your nails digging on the skin of his shoulders. He kissed you again, giving you time to adjust. You sucked on his tongue and started to move your hips up and down. Hyunjae whined when you tightened around him, giving you a small spank.

It didn't take long before you were jumping on him, not kissing anymore. None of you were shy with your noises, not caring about the neighbors.

Hyunjae got one of your boobs and sucked it, pinching the nipple of the other. You knew your nails were leaving red marks on his neck and chest, but you didn't care.

— Why did it take us so long to do this? — You asked, throwing your head back when you felt your orgasm close.

��� If you weren't such a tight ass, this would've been the hundredth time. — Hyunjae answered, making you laugh.

— If you weren't so fucking annoying... — You grabbed his neck for support and got close to his face. — we wouldn't have to pretend in the first place.

Hyunjae kissed you, pulled your hair, bit you, spanked you. He knew you were right.

Before him living in your and Chan's living room, your friendship wasn't as chaotic, you even admitted to some friends you found him attractive. Hyunjae also developed a crush on you, but living somehow together gave you the sign that you two wouldn't work out.

You felt him give you another spank, biting your lip and bouncing harder. Your legs were sore, but you needed your release more than anything. You grabbed Hyunjae's hand and directed it to your clit, him immediately understanding.

— You look so hot on top of me, babe. — Hyunjae said, hypnotized by the view. — I can get used to this.

"Me too" you thought, but you were so immersed in your pleasure, you only could kiss him, sucking on his tongue and scratching his nape.

Hyunjae hugged you by your waist and made you stop, growling. You felt his cock twitching repeatedly inside you.

After a few minutes, Hyunjae's fingers brushed your hair. You lifted your head and looked at him. He looked different. Or maybe it was your orgasm making you have these thoughts.

Hyunjae pulled you for a kiss, a sloppy and romantic one.

— Let's get cleaned up. — He said on your lips, but he kept kissing you.

— You have to let me go for that, babe.

It was the first time you called him that, and he showed you he loved it.

— I can always carry you to the shower. We can have round two there. — His low voice made you clench around him.

But you stood up, sighing by the sudden emptiness. — I think I have a free space to give my husband a blowjob just now. — You said, walking to your shared bedroom.

Once you two were in the bathroom, Hyunjae literally dragged you to the shower. Earning some giggles from you.

A week later, Chanhee, Juyeon and Kevin visited you again.

The whole time, Chan was awfully quiet and kept looking at the both of you, making you nervous. After an hour, Juyeon and Kevin went to the convenience store for snacks, but you noticed Chanhee told them something before they left.

Hyunjae was looking for bowls to serve some chips and you were cutting carrots, maybe using this as an excuse to not look at Chanhee.

— Since when?

Here we go.

— What? — Hyunjae stopped his tracks and looked at Chanhee.

— Since when you've been fucking?

The sudden question made you cut your finger with the knife. You threw the knife and licked your little cut.

— Are you ok? — Hyunjae practically ran to you.

— Oh, so it's serious.

— No!

— It's just sex.

Both answering at the same time made Chanhee laugh. — Right. And I guess you weren't planning on telling me.

— For what? — You asked, looking for some bandaid.

— I don't know, I'm your best friend. — And then he looked at Hyunjae. — And I'm your cousin, your family.

— Well, I'm sorry for not telling you, but it's been just a week. — Hyunjae said, helping you finish the carrots.

— Wait, what? A week? — You raised an eyebrow at his words. — You two act as if you've been dating since you started living together.

— Don't be ridiculous. — You said, not being able to look at Hyunjae.

Chanhee couldn't say anything, Juyeon and Kevin arrived and started talking about some new snacks they bought.

After they finally left, you took a bath in what were you planning to be your bathroom 5 months ago. The water was warm and you were glad you still had a lavender bath bomb.

You told Hyunjae you need to think about what Chanhee said and it was if you slept separately. And even though Hyunjae wanted to argue back, he also needed to think.

The next morning, when you got out of your room, Hyunjae was already waiting for you with an empty cup.

— Coffee or tea?

— I think I'm just having cereal. — Hyunjae nodded and put away the cup.

— We need to talk. — He said. Your back was facing him, you only hummed in response. — The fifth month it's almost over.

— I know.

— What does your lack of packing mean?

You were only looking at your empty bowl. — Do you want me to start packing?

You turned your body and looked at him, he was already behind you. — I just want to know so I can talk with Mr. Jeong.

— Are you going to tell him?

— What? That I lied about you being my beautiful wife? — He brushed his nose with yours. — I'll just make a deal with him. We would exchange places with the guys.

— And if he says no? — Your fingers clench on his pajama shirt.

— He already trusts us, I don't think he'd have a problem.

— But I like this place. — You slightly pout.

Hyunjae chuckled and gave you a peck. — Yeah, but we both know what three people living in a place that only two people fit is like.

You nodded, hugging Hyunjae by his waist.

— Tell you what. We keep the place, but while they find a bigger place, they can bring some of their stuff. Let me remind you we have a whole empty room.

— And what about us?

And if you were honest, you thought he would tense with the question, but he just hugged you tighter.

— Do you want to make it official?

You looked up, finding his eyes on you. — Official? You haven't asked me shit.

You tried to pull away, failing miserably.

— If you weren't such a tight ass and would let me speak. — You stayed silent. Not hiding your excitement. — Would you let me be your boyfriend?

— Ugh, you're so cheesy. — You said, pulling him by his collar. — But yes.

Hyunjae laughed and kissed you. But the romantic moment got interrupted by your stomach.

— Someone's hungry.

— If you'd have let me have my breakfast first.

While you were cooking, Hyunjae decided the best way to still ask Mr. Jeong.

Mrs. Jeong was the one that opened the door.

— Oh, Hyunjae, how nice of you to visit us.

— I'm sorry if this comes as rude, but is your husband here? I need to talk to him.

— Oh no, don't tell me [Y/N] and you have broken up? — The lady placed her hand over her mouth.

— No, it's not that, don't worry.

— Is everything ok? — Mr. Jeong appeared drying his hands with a towel. — Hyunjae, what can I do for you?

After Mrs. Jeong poured three glasses of water, the three of you sat down in the living room.

— I really don't know how to explain this so I'll just say it. I'm thinking about giving my apartment to some friends and finding a smaller place for [Y/N] and I.

Mr. Jeong nodded. — Are these friends trustworthy?

— They are. One of them is my cousin and my wife's best friend, actually. The thing is that the place they have is really small for three people.

— So you want to exchange places with them?

— Not really, that building isn't of [Y/N]'s liking.

— Well, that's nice to hear because there are also smaller apartments in this building. — Mrs. Jeong added, making her husband nod.

Hyunjae felt stupid. — I... I didn't know.

— I don't have a problem with your friends living in the building, but even if you say they're good, the rules will apply to them too. Even stricter ones if it's going to be all men.

— Right. — Hyunjae chuckled. — Then I'll talk to...

— She doesn't know? — Mr. Jeong interrupted.

— I just mentioned it this morning, she was worried you didn't want three men living under the same roof.

— I never had issues with groups of friends living together, I'm just stricter with them 'cause, well, I was also young.

Cold sweat ran through Hyunjae's back. — I thought you prefered couples living here?

— I said I'm used to them, this zone is famously known by families. You are the first couple I admit without children, though.

— Right...

Hyunjae went back to his apartment, feeling like the stupidest man on earth.

— Where were you? Food is ready. — You got out of the kitchen.

— Come here. — Hyunjae practically threw himself to the couch and waited for you to sit down beside him, but you sat down on the small table in front.

— Babe, you're pale...

— I talked with Mr. Jeong about the apartment. — And you were about to interrupt him, but he grabbed your hands. — Baby, I need you to listen to me and I'll understand if you don't want to talk to me ever again.

— You're scaring me. — He never called you "baby".

Hyunjae took a deep breath. — He told me he doesn't have a problem with our friends living here, in fact, he never had a problem with groups of friends in general. He just sets different rules

— And how did we end up in this situation? — Hyunjae felt you tense, he just cared your skin with his finger.

— Because him telling me only families lived here made me believe only families were allowed to live here.

You started to laugh, not in a sarcastic way, you were genuinely laughing at his dumbness.

— And what made you think I wouldn't talk to you anymore? — You said after finally being able to speak.

— I don't know. I guess I panicked.

You kissed him and straddled his legs. — And what will happens with us? — You said over his lips.

He gave you a chaste kiss before talking. — Mrs. Jeong mentioned there are smaller apartments, maybe we can check them out.

— But I like this apartment. — You said kissing his neck. His grip went from over your clothes to under it.

— Unless you want to have kids... this place is too big for us.

— That doesn't sound like a bad idea.

Hyunjae almost lost control over his own body at your words. — Not yet...

And this could have continued further, but both of your stomachs interrupted, making both of you laugh.

— Not yet. — You said over his lips and stood up, grabbing Hyunjae's hand and taking him to the kitchen.

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Making out with The Boyz

The Boyz Masterlist                                 Group Masterlist

this wasn’t requested and this a total result of my own procrastination on school projects

Sangyeon: 

He’s so firm, holding you flat against his chest as he has you straddling his hips. Sangyeon wants you on top of him or pressed between him and wall, counter, etc. He likes feeling your hands grip his shoulders, bunching the fabric of his shirt between your fingers. His kisses aren’t rough but his hands holding your waist are. He’ll kiss and bite at your lips gently, pulling away to shoot you his iconic smile. Makeout sessions with Sangyeon don’t always lead to more, he likes to pull away to leave you flustered. 

Jacob: 

Sweet Jacob, he likes kissing the side of your neck almost as much as he likes kissing your lips. The kisses are light and borderline ticklish, making you squirm and wiggle under touch. It’s cute to him at first but as your kisses progress, his hands get rough. Holding you down into the mattress, his sweet demeanor only going so far. His hands act one way: pinning your hips down, travelling your body. His lips kissing over your skin sweetly while singing soft praises in your ears. He’s romantic about it. 

Younghoon: 

It always starts with a simple kiss, a peck on the lips with no other intentions. Then Younghoon looks into your eyes a little too long, holding you flush against him and poting his lips at you. He’s clear in what he wants, cradling your face in his hands. His kisses are slow and he lets out low whines at the feeling of your tongue over his lips. He’s so sensitive, wants you to take charge. Maybe push him back into the sheets or get on top of him, his cheeks and ears will turn pink. His lips get so swollen and red from kisses, making him oh so pretty to look at. 

Hyunjae/Jaehyun:

Hyunjae walks up to you with intent on his face, eyes a little darker than normal and small smile on his face. He likes kissing you when you aren’t expecting it, totally catching you off guard from the task in front of you. Holding your chin as you wrap your arms around his neck. He’s demanding but doesn’t say it, shows it with hands and moves your body the way he wants you. If he wants you against a wall, he’ll walk you over to one without breaking away from your lips and if he wants it to escalate, he’ll tell you by slowly lifting your shirt and his fingers will trace shapes over the bare skin of your waist. 

Juyeon: 

He’s not subtle about what he wants, kissing you roughly and tangling his hands into your hair. Juyeon wants you under him, his tongue fighting with yours. He pulls away a lot, wanting to see how swollen your lips are and smiling down at you. He’s playfull, biting at your lips and kissing the side of your neck. Allowing his tongue to trace over your skin. He likes to wedge his thigh between yours and make you anticipate so much more. 

Kevin:

Kevin’s eyes follow your lips the whole time, waiting for the right moment to kiss you. Before giving in and tilting your chin his direction, his eyes say it all. He kisses you gently but with alot of power, tongue tangling with yours. His hands stay sweet, in case you don’t want to take things further and simply tangling in your hair while one gently holds your jaw. He talks a lot, saying sweet things to you while you chase after his lips. 

New/Chanhee: 

(I get gender envy about him) 

A tease in the best way. Traces your lips with his pretty fingers, knowing you want to kiss him. His eyes are locked on you while doing it, seeing how pretty you look to him in that moment before actually allowing you to kiss him. Makeout sessions with him are slow and oh so sensual, he bites at your lips alot. Moves down to your neck to leave lovebites and wants you to do the same as his hands gently stroke your face. 

Q/Changmin: 

Changmin messes around so much, tickling over your sides. But he has a mean streak, gripping your hips suddenly as his eyes turn dark. He likes to play around with you, confuse you with how he’s feeling. You never know what side of him you’re going to get, the sweet side that likes singing praises in your ears as he’s kissing you or the mean side, that’ll pull your hair and make you look at him before kissing you deeply, harshly. He’s a wildcard.

Juhaknyeon/Haknyeon: 

Haknyeon is the sweetest boy, tracing over your face and looking deep into your eyes. Makeout sessions happen during deep conversations, while he’s resting on top of you and listening to you speak. He loves looking you in your eyes before kissing you deeply, intensly. He asks before doing anything and has the gentlest touches, allowing his fingers to dip over your waist and lower back. His lips are so pretty too, getting all pink and swollen. Prefers to kiss in bed, so that in the privacy of your own area he can take your clothes off should it lead to that. 

Sunwoo: 

The second you sit down in his lap, it’s game over. He looking up at you with those puppy eyes, hands moving from your waist to your hips and to your ass. Sunwoo smiles at you a lot because he knows he’s being cheeky but he can’t help himself. Likes it when you makeout in his desk chair and when you grip at the hoodie he’s wearing. He likes to lean forward and press you into his desk, so he can take a bit more control. 

Eric: 

(I wanna smooch)

You could be dong the most mundane thing and he’ll turn your head to him and kiss you deeply. Any time is a good time and he’ll let you know that. One of his hands holds your waist while the other cups your cheek, kissing you so heavily that you forget what you were doing. He likes pressing himself into and talking to you, telling you just how you make him feel and how sweet your lips and tongue are. He absolutely gets weak in the knees when you play with his hair in the middle of the kiss. 

[mymoodwriting]

Request for Anon (yandere camboy Juyeon & Chanhee) 7.8k, yandere, camboy duo, smut, blowjob, penetration, prepping, anal penetration, voyeurism, fingering, BDSM, restraints, non-con, dub-con, face fucking, oral (male and female receiving), forced orgasm, vaginal penetration, virgin reader, ball gag, ring gag, double team, stalking, kidnapping (@starillusion13)

“Loser cleans up the Winner.”

You giggled to yourself as you watched the screen, pushing your legs together and rubbing them against one another. Your room was dark, the only light coming from your computer screen. The only sound you heard was from your noise canceling headphones. This was a special night for you. For a while now you had been an avid fan of these two boys, and tonight you got to see them live. New and Neon, that’s the names they went by. They were performers of a special kind, and you had stumbled upon them when you were looking for some late night material.

Everything else was basically a solo act, or a boy and girl, but this piqued your interest. The two boys always wore a mask, unless their face would be hidden off screen somehow. They played with toys, or each other, and for the right price they’d take requests. You didn’t mind spending a few bucks to get the full show, but they didn’t have a set schedule and would live stream whenever they were in the mood. For the most part you always had to watch the previous live recordings, and those were only available for a month at most. Tonight though was your lucky day. After a long day of work you got a notification that they were online and performing.

You put your phone on silent and locked yourself in your room, making sure you were totally alone. Of course they had already started by the time you logged in, but it didn’t matter. Unfortunately you had no toys to play with, just your hand, and you had little experience on the matter. At this point all you really had were a few other videos for reference and your own imagination. All you could see of them were their eyes and their very very pretty bodies, but most importantly it was that forbidden fruit. You’ve never seen a penis in real life, let alone a hard one, so this was always a rather odd delight.

The boys knew their audience, and always made sure to give the spotlight to their big stars. It was kinda funny, kinda cute, to see the way their dicks bounced around, pressing up against their lower chest. You could see the throbbing, the blood rushing around and making certain veins pop. Your mouth was watering in a way you hadn’t experienced before. You couldn’t help but wonder what the taste, or feel, would be on your tongue. Although all you could do was watch with fascination and desire. Once the tingling between your legs became prevalent you slipped a hand down your pants, teasing yourself through your panties.

Your body ever so slightly twitched, but you tried to keep a steady pace. You wanted to follow along with them as they teased themselves, each other, and you. It was harder than it looked and without meaning to you pushed yourself to climax. You bit your lip to hold back a moan, your fingers rubbing circles along your panties as you rode out your high. Of course after the first it was harder to get to another orgasm but you had time. From what you had seen in previous videos it was a rare treat for one of the two boys to get fucked by the other, and you were lucky this time.

New laid down in front of the camera, letting everyone see how his own fingers worked himself open, Neon’s hand ever so softly pumping his cock to keep him wanting more. The view was suddenly interrupted as Neon flipped Newover, tying his hands behind his back. He set a few pillows down for New to lay on, giving the audience a side view of the next part. Neon came into view and winked at the camera before grabbing New’s legs and pushing them apart. New squirmed beneath the other in anticipation, starting to beg when he realized his partner was just jerking off in front of him. Neon reached over to stroke New, getting him to shut his mouth. Then he teased him by rubbing the tip of his cock against the boys’ entrance.

You sunk a finger into yourself as Neon shoved himself into New. The size was nothing in comparison, but you could only imagine what a real cock would feel like in your cunt. You watched the two rock back and forth as you pumped your finger in and out, feeling confident enough to add another and then a third. You wanted to time your orgasm with theirs, but those two were in a world of their own. Neon wound up pushing New out of frame just enough so the two could makeout off screen, denying everyone a special show. Your imagination of the scene pushed you into your second orgasm, and while you were letting that wash over you your ears rang with the moans of the two boys as they seemed to share in their own orgasms.

You were panting at your desk, feeling sweaty and sticky. You ran your own fingers along your body, twitching over the slightest touch. You wondered what it would be like to be embraced by another in this moment, but for now you just had yourself. The two boys took a moment to catch their breaths, staying connected and whispering to each other things the mic couldn’t pick up. Still, their laughter was an interesting comfort in the moment. Neon freed New from his restraints, masks back on for both. You could tell they were smiling at the camera, their eyes saying so much. They read off a few comments, and thanked those who contributed big donations for the night. To end things off they decided to play a little game.

They were each gonna face each other and jerk off, whoever came first would have to suck off the other and clean them up. Everyone was all for it, and you were quite excited for it too. Neon’s cock was glistening and still standing proud, and New’s was still bouncing against his chest. You had to wipe away the drool from your mouth before it spilled onto the desk. You didn’t need any more messes to clean up. New gave a little countdown before the two started. They had to keep moving no matter what, but the slow and sensual nature of it made your whole body tingle. The noises they made, the twitches in their body. You wanted to touch them so bad, but all you could do was finger yourself.

It seemed like things could go either way when all of a sudden New pounced on Neon, grabbing his cock and jerking him off to completion. Neon was helpless under his partner, and quick to call the other a cheater once he had enough breath to speak. New argued the rules weren’t entirely clear and said nothing about helping the other out. He grabbed a fist full of Neon’s hair and pulled him down towards his punishment. You wanted to see the lips that would wrap around New’s length, but the boys always made sure to keep their identities hidden. The two moved over to the bed, New sitting down with his legs spread as Neon crawled between them. A mask hit the floor and you hear as Neon placed sloppy kisses along New’s inner thighs, moving up to his chest and then to his cock.

“Fuck. I wish that was me.”

You couldn’t help but comment with your free hand, watching as New threw his head back and moaned. You had to bite your lip again and really wring out one last orgasm before melting into your chair. The room had a certain stench now, but you didn’t mind, wanting to see the show til the end. Even if you couldn’t see much, you could tell New was caressing Neon’s face and inspecting his mouth, making sure every drop was swallowed. Neon was still calling the other a cheater, but the game was already won and the loser punished. The two then gave their final thank yous for the night, and playfully blew kisses to the camera. You had a dopey smile on your face, glad to have been present for the show.

The end of the stream created a dimmer light in your room. That stream was going to be your favorite video on their channel until you caught them live again. You stayed put for a while, letting yourself really come down from your high. The last thing you wanted to do was get up right now, but you needed to use the bathroom and clean yourself up. You eventually managed the strength to move and tidy up everything before hopping into a warm shower before bed. You curled up under the sheets, slightly rubbing your legs together as you remembered the night you had just had. Maybe one day your wildest fantasies could come true, but for now you were content just dreaming about them.

🖤

Juyeon rolled over in bed, groaning and reaching out for his partner only to find the bed empty and slightly cold. Before he could say a word he heard his own moans coming from a speaker. He looked over at the desk, seeing Chanhee on the computer.

“What are you doing?”

“Well good morning to you.” Chanhee looked back and blew him a kiss. “How’s your jaw?”

“How’s your ass?”

“I’m good. You?”

“Yeah, yeah. Why are you watching that stuff?”

“What? Last night was fun and I wanted to relive some memories.”

“Hm, you do look good getting fucked.”

“And your mouth is made for my cock.”

“You fucken cheated.”

“As if you’re really upset about that.”

“I’m gonna get you back for it.”

“Can’t wait.”

Juyeon got out of bed, going off to the bathroom to freshen up before approaching Chanhee. He wrapped his arms around the other, placing a chaste kiss on their cheek. Chanhee wasn’t just watching the stream, but looking at the chat. Although he quickly noticed the other program running in the bathroom.

“Chanhee, are you stalking our fans again?”

“No. I’m just doing research.”

“On what?”

“I want to know what kind of demographic we reach.”

“Horny people. I could have told you that.”

“That’s a given.”

“Just don’t get yourself in trouble.”

“When have I ever done that, hm?”

“There better not be a first.”

“I know.”

Juyeon went out to the kitchen to get himself some coffee, bringing a mug back for Chanhee. They boy was still on the computer, tracking the IP addresses of their subscribers and commenters, finding social media profiles and just browsing through their posts. It was a favorite pastime of his. Juyeon set down the mug and placed another kiss on Chanhee’s cheek, staring at the screen over his shoulder.

“Anything interesting?”

“This one user, shycandy99, their IP actually places them near us.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. They were watching our stream last night and commented ‘Fuck. I wish that was me.’ when you were sucking me off.”

“Oh, good taste. So does this person have a cock or cunt?”

“Why? You getting tired of me or something?”

“Maybe I wanna play with something besides your boypussy.”

“Watch your mouth!”

“Are you jealous?”

“I’m gonna find this bitch and fuck their brains out before you-!”

“Very jealous, I see. Now answer the question, what are we working with here?”

“Oh fuck off.”

“Come on. Don’t you want a toy to play with? A fan of ours might be down to do whatever we say, and if not, well, it won’t be hard to convince them.”

“You better not run off with someone else.”

“No one’s better than you.”

Chanhee still had a pout on his face despite Juyeon’s words and added kisses. Still, he continued on with his search, finding a social media profile, username allpop046, but it was rather empty. No selfies, instead filled with aesthetic shots.

“Maybe this IP was bounced from somewhere else.”

“I guess.”

“Oh wait, check the tagged posts.”

Now they were getting somewhere. The tagged posts showed group shots and after checking a few they could see this username under the same girl every time.

“Well, isn’t she pretty.” Juyeon commented. “She definitely looks like a virgin.”

“This might not be shycandy99. Could just be a coincidence.”

“I don’t care anymore. I want this one. You said she was close, right?”

“Around here, yeah, but I don’t have an exact location.”

“Find one. I wanna see what she’s like in person.”

Chanhee couldn’t deny his partner’s request, and he certainly wasn’t above hacking into people’s personal accounts. An hour later he had a name and possible address. Juyeon was already dressed and ready to go out, Chanhee soon followed behind him. Since it was still early the two went out to get breakfast, chatting over their meal.

“So, what do we know?”

“Y/n is a college student, second year, a decent size friend group. They seem to go out every weekend, although our girl doesn’t always participate.”

“Where does she live?”

“It seems she lives on campus, which means you can’t go stalking around her school.”

“I mean I could.”

“Let’s not get in trouble with the law. Although if you get arrested I’m sure I can do a great show on my own. Might bring a guest.”

“If you let anyone else touch you without my consent I-”

“Who’s the jealous one now?”

“Shut up.” Juyeon hissed. “Where can we find y/n right now?”

“It wouldn’t be easy hacking into her school for her schedule, but going by her socials and those of her friends there are places she frequents.”

“Such as?”

“This little brunch cafe. You think I picked it cause I know it?”

“Oh, so she might come by?”

“It’s possible. This place seems good for studying.”

Unfortunately for them, their target didn’t show up that day, but they’d keep an eye on it. Sooner or later they were bound to get lucky, and even then, there were other places to keep tabs on too.

🖤

“Should we go somewhere else to study?”

The morning had gone on for too long and you definitely needed to get away from campus. Your friend, Misu, suggested going elsewhere to study and you jumped on that immediately. Since the campus was near a town there were a lot of study friendly places. One of your favorite places was this brunch cafe not too far of a walk from your dorm. By now you and Misu were regulars, and well known by the staff, so it was always a good place to go. When you walked in, Misu went off to get a table and you went to the counter. You knew what she wanted, and the cashier did too.

“Nice to see you again, y/n. Do you want your usual?”

“Yes please, and the same for Misu.”

“Gotcha. Anything else?”

“Not right now.”

“Alright, just give me a moment.”

“This place is nice, isn’t it?”

You were a bit startled when the person in line behind you spoke up, moreso when you realized they were talking to you. When you looked back you were a bit surprised to see someone so handsome, needing to look away before your flushed face was noticed. 

“Yeah…” You stepped away from the counter. “This place is good.”

“The staff seems to know you too. You must be a regular.”

“It’s nearby…”

“What is your usual? I’m kinda new so I-”

“Order for y/n.” The barista called. “And Misu.”

“Everything here is good.” You quickly mumbled. “Coming.”

You excused yourself and grabbed your order, rushing over to your table with Misu. She could see you were flustered and quickly put two and two together.

“Was that hot guy flirting with you?”

“He was just making conversation.”

“Right, you wouldn’t know what flirting is.” Misu glanced back to the counter. “He’s really nice.”

“Don’t stare!”

“If you don’t want him then maybe I could shoot my shot.”

“Go for it. I’m sure you’d have a blast.”

“You really need to date.”

“I’m good.”

“Sure you are.”

“Excuse me.”

Your conversation was interrupted as the guy from the counter came over to your table, drink in hand which looked similar to yours. Your gaze quickly dropped to the table, but obviously Misu was more than happy to engage with him.

“Hello there, is there anything I can help you with?”

“No.” The boy turned to you. “You left in such a rush I didn’t get to finish talking to you. I wanted to ask for your number.”

“…”

You could barely bring yourself to look over at the guy, feeling a bit nervous by this whole interaction. Although Misu still felt like she had her chance.

“I can always give you mine.”

“I want hers.” The boy pulled out his phone and held it out to you. “I won’t bite. Unless you want me to.”

“Uh… I… I’m not really comfortable giving my number… to strangers…” You offered a shy smile. “Sorry…”

“I want your number. Please.”

“Uh…”

“She said no.” Misu stated. “So fuck off, creep.”

“Now I’m a creep, huh.” The boy scoffed. “Whatever.”

He walked away and you felt yourself releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Misu reached across the table to grab your hand.

“Are you okay?”

“Is the guy still here?”

“Uh.” Misu looked around. “He’s at a table with a friend of his.”

“Can we go?”

“Of course.”

🖤

Juyeon bit down on the straw, focusing on that instead of getting out of his seat and following you out. Even if he tried, Chanhee would stop him. He already made a fool of himself and he knew the other was waiting to give him an earful.

“The forward approach didn’t go well.”

“I want her under me. She’s so fucken cute, couldn’t even look me in the eyes.”

“Easy. Unless you need me to take care of you right now.”

“I don’t want any other lips on my dick besides her.”

“I’m gonna make you swallow me whole if you keep talking like that.”

“Chanhee-”

“Down. You need to keep it in your pants or else you’re dropping this.”

“Fine. Where’s she going?”

“Since you scared her off I’m sure she’s gonna go back to campus.” Chanhee stood up. “Come on. We can follow her for a bit, but keep a distance.”

“I know.”

🖤

You and Misu found a table out on campus to sit at, opening up the umbrella for some shade. You felt better being there, being able to see the help buttons around, and knowing not just anyone could be walking around.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, just bad with people.”

“It’s fine. You shouldn’t engage with people like that anyway.”

“Sorry.”

“For what?”

“The guy you liked turned out to be a douche.”

“That’s all guys.”

“Then what’s the point of dating?”

“Good question.”

Misu helped pick up your mood, and the two of you could continue with your study session. You worked alongside each other in silence, merely enjoying the other’s company. A while later Misu stepped away to use the restroom leaving you alone. You took a deep breath and enjoyed the cool breeze, giving your eyes and brain a quick break.

“Hi… excuse me… are you a student here?”

You had closed your eyes to better take in everything else, although you soon heard a voice. When you opened your eyes you found a boy with a shy smile on his face giving you a little wave, only a few steps away from your table.

“Uh…”

“Sorry. I’m on a campus tour and had a few minutes to myself. I wanted to ask a student about this place.”

“Oh, sure. I can answer a question.”

“So tell me.” The boy sat down next to you. “Do you like this place? How are the classes?”

“It’s nice. The campus is great and the place isn’t so big, so you won’t have to worry about getting lost. My experience with the professors so far has been good. Although it’s always good to check the reviews to get an idea of their teaching methods.”

“I see. Do you dorm here?”

“Yeah. I’m not too far from home, but I like living on campus. Lets me sleep more and participate in school activities.”

“Are the dorms co-ed or separated?”

“There’s both here. I prefer to dorm with girls, and I have a roommate. It’s a good way to make a friend too.”

“I see. This place sounds great.”

“It may not have been my first choice, but it’s a great fit for my career choice.”

“That’s good to hear. Maybe I’ll see you around.”

“Maybe.”

“Thanks for the insight.”

“No problem. Enjoy the tour.”

You waved as the boy walked away. He was very kind and sweet, although there was something familiar about him you couldn’t quite place. A moment later Misu returned and you focused back on your assignments. The sound of a phone buzzing caught both your attention and Misu grabbed hers.

“Oh, Ava’s texting in the group chat saying grades have been posted for English.”

“Really? Gosh I feel like I did a crappy job on my last paper.”

You reached for your phone in your pocket only to discover it wasn’t there. You checked the table and then looked in your bag, but your phone was nowhere to be found. Misu checked her own things, but she was unsuccessful in her search. Before she had the chance to call your phone you heard a familiar voice.

“Excuse me.”

The boy from before had approached the table, and reached down beneath your bench and held up your phone. You gratefully took it and thanked the boy over and over again.

“I swear I’m so ditzy sometimes.”

“It’s no problem, really. I’m glad I could help.” The boy gave you a smile. “I actually came back here hoping to get your number. I’m Chanhee by the way, I forgot to introduce myself earlier.”

“Oh… y/n.”

“Nice to properly meet you. So, about your number?”

“You… you can give me yours.” You held your phone out to him. “If that’s okay.”

“Yeah, I can do that.”

You hid your smile, taking your phone back and seeing Chanhee had texted himself. He could stay long but he promised to message you soon. He wished you well for the rest of your day and headed off.

“Aren’t you popular today.” Misu teased. “So who was that?”

“I don’t know. Some freshmen or something doing a campus tour. He asked me about this place.”

“Oh. I thought tours only happened in the fall or spring, weird. Whatever. He’s cute.”

“Yeah, seems a bit familiar too.”

“Really? Like you were destined to meet?”

“Maybe.”

“Well I hope that goes well.”

“Thanks.”

🖤

“We good?”

“Yeah. It was close, but I got her phone back to her before she realized it was gone.”

“Cool. We can track her now, right?”

“Yes sir. Now let’s go before security realizes we’re not supposed to be here.”

Juyeon wound up using Chanhee’s phone more than he did, texting you while pretending to be his partner. He always liked to check in on where you were, unable to sneak out to meet you as Chanhee made sure he wouldn’t mess anything up. Although they both took to watching you from afar. It was driving them insane waiting, seeing you smile and laugh, but it had nothing to do with them. Soon enough they’d get their chance and they planned to make the most of it. They couldn’t even stream, knowing if your name slipped out of their mouth they might ruin everything. So they’d wait until their perfect moment.

“I want to put her in a dress.”

“Why? To rip it off?”

“No…”

“It’s not like we intend to dress her up and show her off.”

“Just for my own enjoyment. I’ll put you in a dress too if you want. Just gotta make sure you’re not wearing any briefs underneath.”

“You some kinda law enforcement?”

“Why? You been a bad boy?”

“Shut up. Tonight isn’t about us.”

“I know. It’s finally time to get what’s mine.”

“Ours.”

“You’re mine, just like her, but I’ll share.”

“Keep talking like that and you’re gonna get it tonight.”

“I hope so. That girl is absolutely a virgin and I’m gonna give her the best fucking of her life.”

“Not if I get it in her first.” Chanhee teased. “I’m the one who actually got her number.”

“Fuck off.”

“Maybe I’ll let you have her mouth. You can start training her.”

“Don’t tempt me like that.”

“Why not? I want you all riled up for tonight.”

“Save some for the bedroom.”

The brightside about living near a university was that many places were open late to accommodate the night owls. It seemed that some midnight cravings had gotten the best of you and you were out in the town. Such a beautiful moonlight night would be one to remember. When they had gotten the notification that you left campus they were quickly out the door, soon finding you and trailing behind you at an appropriate distance. They watched as you went into a shop, coming out with a little bag in hand. Definitely midnight cravings. You’d surely head back to campus now, so they needed to get in your way. Since there was no way to properly plan for this they had a loose outline of a plan, now they just had to make it work.

“You know, I’m starting to think you don’t like me all that much.”

When you noticed a guy suddenly come up from behind and get in your way you immediately took a step back. It was late, but the light of the street lamp illuminated his face, and you hated that it was familiar. That weirdo from the cafe had run into you again. He had a cocky smile on his face, but you didn’t want to give him any attention. You intended to go another way, but as you moved to turn around he grabbed your arm.

“Don’t walk away from me.”

“Let go!”

“Come on, don’t be like this. You’re gonna thank me later.”

“What? Just let go, creep!”

He definitely didn’t like that word, pulling you close and glaring daggers at you. As you made another attempt to free yourself someone yanked the guys head back, pulling him away from you.

“The lady said let go.”

“Chanhee?”

The boy gave you a smile and then shoved the creep to the ground. You were quite relieved to see someone friendly. The other didn’t say a word and walked off.

“Are you okay?”

“Better now that you’re here.”

“I’m glad I could help.” Chanhee smiled. “What are you doing out late?”

“Just getting some snacks. You?”

“Enjoying the town a bit. Would you like me to walk you back to campus?”

“That’d be great.”

Chanhee walked alongside you, making some small talk. He mentioned something about a shortcut and you followed him. Although you soon realized you were walking through some alleyways. It wasn’t a safe place, but certainly a shortcut. You’d never go through this type of place alone, but with Chanhee you felt less afraid. That was the idea after all.

“You know, you’re really pretty.”

“Oh… thanks…”

“It makes me want to see just how pretty you can be.”

“What?”

Chanhee pinned you against the wall, placing a hand over your mouth. He was putting all his weight on you, so you had little room to move. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and you were screaming despite the gag. Out of the corner of your eye you saw someone else approaching, hoping you’d get some help. For a moment you saw the other’s face and to your horror it was the guy from earlier. He wore a devilish grin and you tried all the more to break free, but to no avail.

“Hello, pretty girl.”

“Just hurry up.”

“I know.”

The other boy gave you a little smile before revealing a syringe from his pocket. Chanhee moved your head to the side, exposing your neck. A tear slid down your face as you felt a slight pinch, crying into Chanhee’s hand. You continued to squirm, but your body was beginning to feel heavy, and your vision was fading. You were so afraid, but there was nothing you could do as your world cut to black.

🖤

Opening your eyes was strange as there was only darkness. It took a moment to register the blindfold, but what was alarming was the ballgag in your mouth. You wanted to get that off but when you tried to move your arms you found them tied up and pinned away from you, the same case with your legs. Then it hit you, the chill in the air, realizing you were naked except for your bra and panties. You couldn’t help but panic, struggling against your restraint, only freezing when you heard voices.

“I see someone is awake.”

“Fuck, she looks so good like this.”

You couldn’t even beg for your life because of the gag in your mouth. Tears started to well up again and you wished you could make yourself small, but the way you were laid out left you on full display for these two. When you felt the bed dip you tried to move away, but there was nowhere to go. You felt a hand by your face, removing the blindfold. You needed a moment to adjust to the light, but soon enough your eyes landed on the two boys in the room with you. Both were wearing masks and underwear, although became horrified when you noticed one had a camera pointed at you. The red blinking light only making you feel worse.

“Don’t you recognize us?” The boy with the camera said. “The masks should be a dead give away.”

You couldn’t understand what they were talking about, your mind wrapped up in fear. The boy next to you on the bed leaned in close, and you could make out the smile in his eyes.

“Shycandy99 is a fan of ours, isn’t she?”

Your eyes went wide as the pieces began to click in your head. The fact they knew the username was chilling enough, but saying you were their fan. Now you could recognize them properly. The one next to you was Neon, and the other with the camera was New. A familiar person would usually put one at ease but given the circumstances it was having the opposite effect. When Neon reached over to caress your cheek you flinched, moving away what little bit you could.

“Don’t be like that. Honestly I’m very curious how a girl like you found us.” Neon’s hands trailed down your body. “Virgins are so cute. They have no experience but the fantasies they have are something else. Tell me, did you dream about us? Well, I guess you dreamt of my cock and body more than my face.”

“We don’t need masks for a home video.”

“True.” 

You watched the two boys remove their masks, seeing that New was Chanhee, and Neon was the other one.

“My name’s Juyeon by the way. We never really got the chance to meet. You’re certainly living up to your username.”

“I bet you never expected to meet us like this.” Chanhee commented. “Is this a wet dream come true? Well, it won’t really come true until we fuck you. Soon, sweetie, soon.”

“I’ve waited long enough. You wanted to be us, baby, so lets show you what that means.”

Juyeon got on top of you, displaying a devilish smile. You didn’t like the feral look of lust in his eyes, and tried to melt into the mattress. He found your actions amusing, but he was more focused on your body and making you squirm. He leaned down to kiss your head, then cheek, and began trailing down your body. His hands dipped under your body, unhooking your bra and pushing it up, exposing your breasts. You shivered from the sudden cold, and then once more when Juyeon wrapped his lips around your nipple.

A strange tingling sensation began to spread through your body. Nothing in your wildest dreams could prepare you for something like this, not even playing with yourself would give you such a sensation. Juyeon sucked on both your breasts, you could feel his teeth gently nibbling on your lips, leaving a cold and wet sensation afterwards. His kisses began to trail down your chest, making you shiver all the more. You pulled on your restraints instinctively, but you couldn’t escape him. He moved down your body, peppering your skin with kisses, until he wound up between your legs.

“I don’t think you’re wet. What’s wrong? I thought you liked me.”

Juyeon ran his fingers along your panties, giving a kiss to your lower abdomen. Then in a swift motion he pulled your panties to the side and ran his tongue along your core. You moaned into the gag, desperately wishing you could close your legs. Juyeon hummed to himself, going back in to kiss your slit and start pushing his tongue between your folds.

“She’s wet now.” Chanhee giggled. “Does it feel good?”

Chanhee was recording the whole ordeal, pointing the camera to your face to catch all the pretty looks you made. He sat down next to you, his free hand playing with your boobs.

“How does she taste?”

“Good.” Juyeon looked up and smiled for the camera, a sheen on his face. “She’s gonna cum from my tongue alone.”

“You gonna make her experience every type of orgasm?”

“I don’t think she’ll last long enough for that, but we have time.”

“If she cums from your tongue, then I get to make her cum on my cock.”

“You don’t think she can take us both?”

“She’s a virgin. Something like that might break her brain.”

“And what’s wrong with that?”

“You gonna break our new toy so soon?”

“We are, or do I get her all for myself?”

“Not a chance.”

Juyeon dove back in between your legs. You moaned into the gag, feeling the drool sliding down your skin and staining the sheets. Chanhee watched you with a satisfied smile before getting up. He set the camera down on a tripod, making sure the bed and the two of you were in frame. He came up behind Juyeon, smacking his ass and tugging down his underwear. His fingers trailed along the other’s ass, making Juyeon squirm and shove his face further into your center. You had your chains pulled taut as you were trying to pull your arms and legs free. Still you were only at their mercy.

At one moment Chanhee had grabbed a fistful of Juyeon’s hair and pulled him back for a kiss, remarking that you had an interesting taste. They shared a lustful gaze before Chanhee shoved his partner back into your cunt. You were starting to feel a similar sensation building between your legs, wishing your body wasn’t a slave to desire and stimulation. You shoved your head back into the pillow, closing your eyes tightly. You didn’t know when you had started moving your hips, slightly rocking your cunt against Juyeon’s face, wanting more of his tongue, of him. More than anything you just wanted it over, and it wasn’t long before you got what you wanted. Afterall, Juyeon wasn’t going to show you any mercy.

When an orgasm washed over you your body began to shake in a way you had never experienced before. This orgasm was nothing like the ones you had given yourself. It was far more intense and there was nothing you could do but feel it. As you rode out your high Juyeon was kissing your thighs and licking his lips. He was soon pulled away as Chanhee got him off you and forced him down on his knees. Juyeon didn’t need to be told what to do, pulling down Chanhee’s underwear and grabbing his cock, kissing the head before taking it into his mouth. Of course he wasn’t gonna get the chance to bring his partner to climax. He was just prepping him.

While Juyeon got Chanhee’s cock ready the boy was leaning closer to the bed, letting his fingers run along your sloppy center, making you twitch as you were still sensitive. Before you knew it he was pushing a finger into you, and it was very different from your own. He gave no warning as he added a second and then a third. His free hand was above your crotch, trying to keep you still. That first orgasm had taken so much out of you that now you were far more relaxed and easy going. Chanhee could tell Juyeon was getting him to the edge, figuring the boy might steal an orgasm from him first.

“That’s good enough.”

Chanhee pulled his cock from Juyeon’s mouth, a loud pop being heard and a bit of saliva connecting Juyeon’s lips to the other’s length. Juyeon smiled and gave one last lick to Chanhee’s cock. Afterwards you felt the bed dip again, seeing Chanhee climbing up on top of you, a predatory gaze staring you down. You felt something pressing against your core, pulling on your restraints once more until they were taut. You didn’t notice the tears in your eyes until Chanhee wiped them away with a kiss. You shook your head light, still swimming from your last orgasm. Your body was aching for more but you weren’t ready for this. It may have been a fantasy to lose your virginity to these two, but this wasn’t how you imagined it would go.

Chanhee only gave you a soft look before he began to push into you, causing you to throw your head back against the pillow. He moaned as he felt you squeezing him tightly, a blissed out smile on his face. You weren’t prepared for this sensation, feeling yourself being stretched out, thinking something was gonna tear. Chanhee was whispering in your ear, telling you to relax and to give it a second. It wasn’t long before this concern turned to something else, a strange new sensation that felt good. You relaxed your limbs, simply lying beneath Chanhee. He watched you for a moment before he began moving, and that was something else entirely. The heat building up was something new, and rocking back and forth like this just made it better.

You were trying not to get lost in your own head, but every thrust was like a wave of euphoria. Your body was still sensitive from the last orgasm, so it felt dizzying. At some point your whimpers turned to moans, and you couldn’t deny the pleasurable feeling coursing through you. Your eyes were shut tight, and you were slowly melting into the mattress. Either of the two may have been speaking but you weren’t all there to listen or comprehend. The heat between your legs was growing, and just as you felt yourself reaching the edge Chanhee began to slow down in his movements. He really wanted to drag this out and stay buried in you for as long as he could, but he couldn’t fight his own urges for long.

Just as you were coming down Chanhee began moving again, going at a much faster pace. He caught you so off guard you were seeing stars as he rocked your body. The heat was building up once more and you swear your vision went white when you were pushed over the edge. You were covered in drool, moaning into the gag as your body shook from the second orgasm. Your vision was a bit of a blur, but you were certainly aware of a warmth between your legs. Chanhee rested his body on top of yours, gently rocking his hips as he also came down from his high, tryna make this last a little more.

“What a good girl.” Chanhee cooed. “You took that so well.”

After a moment the boy got up, pulling out of you and leaving you with a strange empty feeling. Chanhee grabbed your head, giving you a little kiss before reaching behind you to unhook the gag. One might have thought you’d start speaking or something, but you were just relieved to have that thing out of your mouth. You could give your jaw a break, although you couldn’t clean off all the drool. Thankfully one of them grabbed something and cleaned you up a bit. Although this wasn’t gonna last.

“You tired baby? We’ve only just started.” Juyeon teased. “Get off her, it’s my turn.”

“I know. I have something else in mind.”

You vaguely noticed Chanhee getting off the bed, but you couldn’t really focus. Juyeon was soon on top of you and peppering your body with kisses. As he got lower, closer to your cunt, your body began to shiver. You remembered what he had been doing there not so long ago.

“…wait…”

“Wait? I know you can’t wait, baby.” Juyeon chuckled. “Chanhee left a mess down here and I’m gonna add to it.”

“… hm…”

You had been looking down at Juyeon when there was suddenly a cock in your face, Chanhee having gotten back on the bed and getting on top of you, keeping you between his thighs. You noticed something in his hand, but you weren’t sure what it was.

“Your mouth is still a virgin, so I have a little something to help.”

“Wait, you’re gonna face fuck her?”

“Obviously.”

“So you get her cunt and mouth!”

“You wanna stick your dick in her pussy or not? You got to eat her out for the first time in her life. I don’t mind fucking her again.”

“Hm… I’ll stick with pussy.”

“Good boy. You’re more of a giver than receiver.”

“Ya!”

“It’s true.” 

Chanhee opened up your mouth and placed something inside, strapping it in place. It was like the ballgag you had been wearing before, except it was just a circle forcing your mouth open. You slowly began to realize what it was, and were feeling very exposed. Before you could think to try and hide yourself Chanhee grabbed your chin, placing two fingers in your mouth and swirling them around.

“You’re gonna need to breathe with your nose, love. I’ll try not to be too rough, but this already feels good.”

Trying to speak with this type of gag wasn’t any easier, and they weren’t hearing you either. Chanhee took his fingers out of your mouth, using that wet hand of his to stroke himself.

“I bet you’ve never tasted yourself before either. I got you though.”

You were at his mercy, and then you were suddenly distracted by Juyeon shoving his length into you. There was no warning and you didn’t see it coming at all. You were stretched out again, pulling on your restraints and making strange noises because of the gag. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, already feeling sore over the last two orgasms.

“Fuck, she feels so good.” Juyeon moaned. “Still tight.”

“That’s good. I’m curious how it is up here.”

A hand grabbed your chin, and then you felt something warm on your tongue, along with a salty taste. It wasn’t hard to guess what it was, but you were still distracted as Juyeon rocked into you, Chanhee slowly pushing himself in further.

“It’s okay to get a taste.” Chanhee said. “It’s you and me mixed together.”

There was no avoiding it as his length filled your mouth. Without really meaning to your tongue was moving around, creating more drool. This was a strange sensation, moreso when Chanhee started moving. He was slow and gentle, his fingers running along your head. Your senses were being assaulted from both ends, and the only thing you could really register was that it felt good. It was hard to focus on anything else, and by now you were exhausted, letting them have their way with you. Everything became a blur and the only time you felt grounded was when you felt something filling up your mouth. You had been gagging the whole time Chanhee had his dick down your throat but he was being slow and careful. Yet when he began to spill inside you he held your head in place.

“Swallow up every drop. It’s good, isn’t it?”

The only way to breathe was to swallow, and the taste was certainly unique. Then it was coupled with something warm between your legs, somewhat making you feel bloated. Your body shook once more, adding to the pleasurable feelings you were experiencing. You had never been this exhausted before in your life, and you couldn’t imagine what the morning after would be like. Chanhee stayed put for a while before pulling out and laying next to you. For a moment you were just floating in bliss until you felt Juyeon resting on top of you.

“You’re amazing. I haven’t had this much fun since me and Chanhee first got it on.”

“…”

“She’s not gonna be responsive right now.” Chanhee chuckled. “She deserves a break.”

Chanhee shoved the other off of you, moving to undo your restraints, and Juyeon soon did the same. It made no real difference to you, but you slowly pulled your legs together and brought your arms closer to your chest. Everything was aching and throbbing, and you were still dizzy off the high they had given you. Chanhee came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you, Juyeon getting on the bed as well and the two sandwiched you in. Juyeon reached over to pet your head lightly.

“Poor baby, you must be so tired. I bet your hand can’t compare to tonight.”

“… feel… weird…”

“Multiple orgasms eventually blend together.” Chanhee giggled. “You’re just fine. We’ll clean you up in a bit.”

“… home…”

“Yes this is home.”

“… hm…”

“Sh, just rest. We’ll take care of everything.”

With the two of them no longer on you it was hard to fight the tiredness that was dragging you down. You didn’t really want to go to sleep, but your body needed it. You closed your eyes, feeling yourself melting into the bed. You weren’t sure what awaited you in the dark, but you had a strange sense of calmness, feeling like these two wouldn’t do anything bad. The night was certainly an unforgettable experience and insane fantasy, but there would be much to discuss whenever you woke up. For now, you’d let yourself rest, and let them look after you.

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WARDROBE WONDERS | choi chanhee

pairing: theboyz’s agent!chanhee x agent!reader

genre: enemies to lovers, forced proximity (wc. 861)

warnings: hateful words towards each other, mention of guns and violence, they’re stealing things…

notes: forgot to post this in drafts…

more works: navigation | tbz!mlist

YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME. You must have used up your luck this week after you found a five dollar bill under your couch and got a free pass to the onsen because you were their 1000th customer. You shouldn’t have passed that tiktok video saying that you’d have bad luck this week if you didn’t use their sound. (You believe it’s bullsht but you’d do anything to not be in this position right now.)

How else would you have landed a duo mission with Choi Chanhee of all people? The probability isn’t even small.

“Head out of the clouds, dumbass,” said the man, breaking you out of your trance, “Gosh, I wonder how you got chosen when a child has a better attention span than you.”

Ah right, you forgot that you were breaking into some billionaire’s mansion right now, trying to decode this fancy air vent door without notifying the whole world that ‘Hey! Two agents are trying to break in a house right now to steal some important documents!”

“Well it seems that this dumbass got chosen because unlike someone, they got the highest mark in the agent training program.”

You could practically sense his eye roll as you concentrated on opening the lock.

“Well hurry up, we don’t have all night—”

Click.

The sound of the vent door unlocking seemed to shut him up as you both put aside your dislike of each other to focus on completing the mission unharmed.

At the very least, you both knew when to stop spiting each other when the mission truly starts getting a bit life-threatening.? (worst thing that could happen was death, no biggie!)

I was silent as you both crawled inside the vents, and it was silent too when you both lowered yourself down inside the designated room.

Man, was this place screaming money. The room was huge—you think it could be the size of a hockey rink. It was supposedly a ‘guest room’ so it had beds and everything, but obviously, not everything is as it seems. This room contained many important documents (in hiding) and they had approximately 20 minutes to find it before security finishes their break shift.

Immediately, you both were against time to search this place.

It probably took around fifteen minutes before you saw a sealed envelope inside a hidden cabinet under the bed. You reached for it and smiled when you saw a red stamp. Yep, this was it.

“Got it, let’s go.” you said, turning to Chanhee. He nodded, tidying up both your traces.

However, just before you could open the vent door for your escape, the sound of footsteps could be heard. Both your heads turned to each other in alarm.

“In here,” Chanhee whisper-shouted, opening the wardrobe. Both of you immediately went in and shut it cautiously.

The door opens and you both hold your breaths. Thankfully, you didn’t leave anything suspicious. It only took a minute before the noise of a door closing could be heard, and the footsteps left alongside it.

You take out a breath of relief, before turning to Chanhee—

Oh, wait.

Only now did you realize your positions.

The wardrobe was SMALL. Like—XXS Bella Hadid small. (😏) Chanhee was under you, his legs shut together. His legs were long, though, so you could feel his knees pressing against your back as you were on your knees, both legs on either side of him. With no space between, you realize his hands made itself comfortable on your waist as yours did beside his head. You were so close to him—so so close that in fact, when you looked at him, you were only wee centimeters away from his face. You felt hot, and it surely wasn’t because of the temperature.

“Staring’s a bad habit, babe,” the said man whispered, a smirk on his face. You could feel your face flush as annoyance bubbled up your throat, but you forced everything down as you bit back your hand which was incredibly close to landing itself towards Chanhee’s face.

“So is being delusional if you think anyone in their right mind would find you attractive,” you spited, before opening the wardrobe slowly.

The road back towards the roof was quiet, as neither wanted to alert anything and risk themself to be caught.

Finally, you thought as you reached the escape van parked a few miles away from the mansion, I should enjoy a hot tub after this—

The alarms blared.

Ah, spoke too soon.

You hurried into the shotgun, same did Chanhee in the driver’s seat as he accelerated quickly. You could hear screams, security noticing you and starting to chase after you. Gunshots could be heard, as well as screams. You unload your gun to start shooting at them back as well. On top of all the chaos, the man still decided that he needed to get the last word.

“I’m not delusional, and you know it too!” He exclaimed in psychopathic glee as he swerved right sharply, “If we survive this, we will be talking about it.”

You could’ve just ignored him as usual, but why did you start shooting more precisely?

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[junniesvoicecrack]

my god beam this was soso amazingingly written like i cannot stress this enough! u got me roped in from the teaser and when i went in to read the first few episodes before the release like i already told u before, u had me desperate to read the rest of the fic and IT DID NOT DISAPPOINT HELLO?????

bestie u had me slam down my chopsticks on the table like three times with like a different emotion each time (shock, laughter, etc etc) i haven't read a fic in one sitting in soso long but THIS!!!!!

MY GOSH HYUNJAE IS NEXT IM SO EXCITED HELP but oh my lord changmin is slowly climbing up the bias list rn and this is ur fault OEGOWEGGWEB

anyways ily beamie u did soso well and ur efforts have most definitely shown because it was incredible💗

OFF THE RECORD ▷ PART TWO (EP9-17)

nonidol!ji changmin x fem!reader

everyone thinks ji changmin is cute and harmless, but you know that's not who he really is.

▷ genre, part warnings. e2l, childhood friends gone bad, (extra) slow burn, fluff, angst, crying lol, mentions of childhood trauma and parental manipulation, arguing, bittersweet galore, nct ten is there for the sole purpose of being nosy like the rest of us or for being a 2nd male lead who knows!, swearing, hurt/comfort, kissing!, ji changmin dancing (need i go on), symptoms of panic/anxiety, a lot of non-tbz moments sorry i meant it when i said extra slow burn, im literally writing abt people who dance like gods but im a plebian w two left feet i have no idea what im looking at except for hips—, pining haha...ha (more subtle until the end), he's in a bathrobe near the end sorry children

▷ PART TWO WC. 17.6k

love in unity series m.list / otr part one

a/n: if u haven't read part one GO AWAY GO READ PART ONE ??? WHAT'RE U DOING HERE

EPISODE NINE: OFF THE AIR

IT was common knowledge that the week before finals week was referred to as the dreaded Dead Week. Campus was barren, coffee shops and libraries were packed, and almost everybody lived in some variation of sweats, hoodies, and eye bags. You were actually holed up in the research lab (yes, again) because your deadline to get this paper to your graduation advisor was literally looming over your shoulder, and though you were practically done, you were too paranoid of not catching some dumb typo before you turned it in.

Plus, the coffee in the lab break room was free and sponsored by your resident graduate student supervisor, and beloved older brother figure, Qian Kun. God rest his workaholic soul and empty pockets.

There weren't many people here this afternoon; most had retreated to their own homes or offices or wherever they dwelled during the Week of the Dead.

Then there was Ten.

"So do you guys just wither away here by yourselves?" Amongst the empty workbenches, his words seemed to unnecessarily resonate. From his perch in Kun's office, he spread his arms wide to gesture to all the empty space.

Kun pressed his fingers to the space between his eyes. "Yes, now let me wither in peace."

"No, I don't think I will."

You felt yourself smile. Ten had come in a few hours ago with lunch for both you and Kun. Supposedly, when he had heard that the two of you habitually ran on only coffee and dreams during Dead Week, he took it upon himself to swing by the nearest fast food restaurant and pick up a very belated lunch for you both. You’d chomped down on it with Kun in his office, but as soon as you were done, you retreated back to your desk.

The sky outside of the research laboratory was already beginning to bruise to a gray-blue-purple, the color of a dusty blueberry. Soon, you would have to surrender yourself to the night and head back home, but hopefully before that, you would decide that you were at least too tired to continue staring at these same seventeen pages for hours on end…

All three heads perked up at the sound of the laboratory building door opening and closing in the distance. None of you were exactly expecting anyone, especially when people usually indicated when they would come into work. You craned your neck from your workbench to see who had come in—

“I’ll only be a minute,” you heard and recognized your colleague Jacob Bae as he strode in from the outside corridor and into the main laboratory floor.

He met your eyes and smiled. “Hey, Yn.”

“Hey, what’s up?”

He let out a sigh as he jogged past your desk and headed toward a cupboard in the back corner. “I forgot that I left my—” His voice cut out as he ducked into the dark cupboard and withdrew a giant plastic tub. From the plastic innards filled with paper, he fished out a specific packet of paper shoved into a flimsy manila folder. “Forgot my thesis draft.”

You coughed out a laugh. “Dude.”

His grin was innocent and boyish, standard Jacob. “What? A guy’s gonna forget some things sometimes.”

“Is that what you tell your girlfriend?”

He sent you an unimpressed look. “Ha ha, Yn. Very funny. For your information, she’s more forgetful than me sometimes.” He stuck his tongue out at you as he passed by your workbench, and you, as the very mature person you were, stuck your tongue out back at him. It was only fair.

A cough sounded out from the entrance to the laboratory, and you turned your head to find Changmin, out of all people, standing awkwardly in the doorway. Peering out from behind the corner of the wall, however, was his friend Sunwoo from that other night. And yanking Sunwoo back behind the wall was Chanhee. Strange.

Someone (you suspected Chanhee) gave Changmin a firm shove into the laboratory, sending the latter stumbling in before he caught himself and regained his balance. He was swaddled in a dark colored puffer jacket and a red scarf, his red-tipped nose and cheeks bitten by the cold. For the first time, he looked smaller than he was, almost shy or nervous. You hadn’t encountered this Changmin in a long time.

He wasn’t one to look vulnerable out in the open like this.

As Jacob passed by Changmin, he clasped his shoulder in reassurance.

“Hi,” Changmin said slowly as he approached your workbench.

You were still a little dumbfounded that he was here again. “Uh, hi. What’re you doing here?” The argument the two of you had earlier in the week replayed in your mind, and you almost grimaced. You’d both said even more hurtful things, and you supposed you had just been so sensitive that your brain just automatically went into defense mode to protect yourself.

No, you hadn’t been there that night for him. You hadn’t expected to see anyone there at that time of night. That was the whole point of you going so late. You had been trying to get yourself to go into the practice room on your own, but the longer you had stood there, staring at the door, the more you realized you couldn’t do it. It still didn’t sit well with you, how affected you were by your mother’s past words.

Changmin kept his distance, but he came close enough that you could hear what he was trying to say without the others listening in too much. “I was wondering if we could talk.”

You blinked. “Talk? Like right now?” Your eyes darted to your computer screen and the practically finished paper displayed. It wasn’t like you wanted to keep working on it, but your heart beat startled at the sudden thought of having that very important conversation right now, when you weren’t ready.

He caught onto your movements though. “No, no—I mean,” he stammered, recovering with a quick swipe of his tongue over his lip, “just whenever. It doesn’t have to be now. I just figured it’d be best to get that… out in the air, you know?” I think it’s what we’ve been needing all this time. Something proper; no more yelling matches.

For a second, you thought you could see some of the old Changmin in this one. It wasn’t like he had changed, per se, it was more like he was finally showing that part of himself that you had been missing all along. You swallowed, nodding. “Okay. Yeah, I’ll, uhm, text you sometime tonight after I turn this paper in.”

He nodded back at you. “Yeah, cool.”

When you saw him begin to back away, a thought suddenly occurred to you. You called out to him to get him to stop, and you could have sworn that there was a gleam in his eyes then. “Changmin—about Sumin…” You inhaled deeply as you fought for the right words to express your next thoughts, “be gentle with her, okay?”

Even then there was a pang in your heart as you uttered those words. Sumin had texted you all about her interaction with Changmin a day or so ago regarding his “interview”, and she had been gushing about her crush on him. She had even asked you how much you knew about him and if you could give her a crash course in all things dance or even Changmin. Suffice to say, you felt trapped between a rock and hard place, but you didn’t want to let her down. (You’d always wanted to be a big sister; you didn’t want to push her away because of feelings that you were too petty to address.)

Changmin’s head tilted to the side as he made a confused face. “Huh?”

You sighed, “You seriously didn’t notice?”

“No, actually,” he quipped.

You pursed your lips; why weren’t you surprised? It wouldn’t be very cool of you to reveal Sumin’s crush on him if that wasn’t what she wanted. You would have to be subtle, but also not subtle, then. “Just—” you made a vague gesture with your hands, “—don’t be brash.”

“Brash?”

“Don’t be mean,” you amended.

“I still have no idea what you’re talking about.”

You thought even Ten rolled his eyes from where he was in Kun’s office. “You’re hopeless, really.”

Changmin’s face pinched, and he was moving back closer to your workbench. “I’ll have you know that we’re both hopeless.”

You deadpanned. “Now I’m pretty sure we’re not even in the same ballpark,” you muttered in exasperation. “Whatever. Your friends are waiting for you, Changmin.”

His lips pressed into a line. He glanced quickly over his shoulder where his friends were pretending to not be eavesdropping, then looked back at you. “Okay, yeah. Just don’t forget.”

“I won’t,” you promised.

EPISODE TEN: OFF THE MARKET

CHANGMIN glanced up at the entrance to the coffee shop, matching the sign in the window to the one he had searched up on his GPS app. It seemed to match from what he saw.

Today was the Friday of Dead Week, a handful of days after he dipped out of his interview with Sumin and confronted you at the laboratory. He had consulted Chanhee that day, regarding his mess of feelings about the situation with you, and Chanhee had practically forced him to go with him and Jacob to the laboratory. (Sunwoo just happened to tag along because he, apparently, felt left out.) Changmin wondered how Chanhee could have possibly known that you would be there, but Chanhee dismissed his worries by assuring him that after he asked you, he would feel a lot better and less like a hot pile of shit.

Chanhee was right, as per usual. Not that Changmin was going to admit that aloud to him ever.

But today was important because of two things in particular, and they both had to do with things that occurred several days ago. The first item on the agenda was going into this cafe to finish up that un-started interview with Sumin. After he had given her his number that day, she was swift to send a greeting text to him to set up a time and place to meet. Changmin actually had yet to visit this coffee shop in particular, but then again, he was a bit partial to the one Jacob introduced to the group last quarter.

Your words of advice, or caution, rang in his ears like the bell that twinkled above the door as he walked into the building. Be gentle with her. Don’t be brash. Don’t be mean. What did all of that even mean? He liked being interviewed, especially when it was about dance, so why would you think he would be anything but well-behaved? Part of him thought it was based off of the two of your interactions for the past three years, but he knew you had the good sense to know he didn’t treat just anyone like he treated you.

The thought remained fresh in his mind even as he scanned the room for a familiar face.

Sumin was seated in a secluded booth in the corner of the coffee shop. When she saw him, she waved him over excitedly, slipping her compact into her purse. Her laptop was left on the table in front of her, but unopened. Huh, maybe she just got here, too.

Changmin slid into the booth across from her. “Hi, sorry, were you waiting long?” He asked as he shouldered his jacket off and set his bag on top of it.

Sumin perked up a little bit. “Oh, no! Don’t worry. Did you have a good week?”

“Ah, as good as the week before finals can be, I suppose,” he chuckled, leaning back against the booth seat. His eyes darted to the unopened laptop still in the middle of the table and he cupped the back of his neck. “Did you wanna order anything to drink? Or have you ordered already?”

She shook her head, her hand reaching up to fidget with the end of one of her curled locks of hair. “Hm? No, I didn’t order yet! I was waiting for you so we could order something together—I mean, at the same time.”

“Cool, yeah,” he cleared his throat, signaling for one of the workers’ attention with a wave of his hand. “We can order and then get started.”

“Ah, ha, right.”

Once orders were taken, Sumin finally cracked open her laptop and got a couple things set up. Changmin patiently waited for her to get all settled, his eyes wandering about the shop and absentmindedly observing the workers behind the counter as they bustled about to prepare drinks and pastries.

Sumin coughed, “Okay, I figured that recording is a little unnecessary, so I’ll just be jotting some notes down on my laptop.”

Changmin bobbed his head. “Sounds good.”

She shifted in her seat, her posture straightening, as she figured out how exactly to start. “I hope you’ll be patient with me since I haven’t been doing this for a long time, but Yn gave me some pointers to start with,” she said sheepishly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“No problem! I totally understand; take your time.” He cocked his head to the side unconsciously, “Yn didn’t offer to sit in for your interviews?”

“Oh! Uh, she did, but I insisted that I was feeling confident enough to do them on my own,” she laughed lightly. “Definitely a bit nerve-wracking, but I think the interviews with Juyeon and a few of the other dancers went well earlier in the week.”

“Hey, I mean, I admire your courage,” he said with what he hoped was an encouraging enough smile. “Just take your time with it, Sumin. We’ll make sure to get you all the info you need.” There. Was that what you meant by not being mean? Wasn’t this just being considerate, though?

His foot tapped against the ground absentmindedly as he thought about the next thing on his agenda after this interview: talking to you. It was weird, having to almost set an appointment to have this very needed talk, but as you had said, you texted him your availability and the two of you just happened to both have this evening free. He just needed to finish this interview… There was still plenty of time.

His words to Sumin seemed to make her shoulders relax a little bit, and she jumped right into her first question. Changmin would answer as thoughtfully as could, which wasn’t too difficult seeing as he was literally talking about one of the things he was most passionate about in this world. He could probably talk about dance and his love for dance for days on end. Sumin, in turn, would skillfully and naturally continue the conversation so it felt a lot less like an interview, and more like an interaction between friends about dance.

Perhaps he didn’t even realize when the questions became less about his experience about dance and more about him; when Sumin gradually stopped typing notes down on her laptop and instead leaned her chin onto her hands to watch him; or when she suddenly asked—

“Is that your ideal first date then?”

Record scratch.

The words on Changmin’s tongue died instantly, and his brain scrambled to process what she had just said. “Sorry?”

Sumin’s eyes widened, her cheeks flushing. “I—I mean, you were talking about going to see live dance shows with your former partner and I just…” She shook her head with an embarrassed laugh, “Sorry, was that too forward?”

Changmin blinked once, twice; dear god, he must have been running his mouth without even realizing. “I was talking about Yn?”

That ripped Sumin right out of embarrassment—well, it was closer to mortification. The color on her cheeks had turned pale. “Yn is your ex?”

Fuck— “No, no, no! She’s not. She’s definitely not—”

Sumin covered her face with both of her palms in distress, a sentiment that was definitely shared between both parties in the booth. “Oh my god, and I’ve been telling her all about my crush on you, too. I must have looked so stupid.”

His eyes flew open. “Huh?!”

“Please, I’ve been so obvious, Changmin!”

Not to me, he thought. Jesus, was he really so blind? Was this what you meant this whole time? Changmin waved his hands around in an X formation, trying to reign the conversation into some level of sanity. “Sumin, I can assure you, that you definitely weren’t obvious until you literally just said it,” he began. “And so we’re clear, Yn is not my ex-girlfriend. She was my ex-dance partner and friend, but not a significant other.” As much as it sucked to admit that—

Sumin slowly lowered her hands from her face with the light reflected in her eyes wobbling. “Oh… okay, I guess that makes sense then.”

Changmin let out a haggard sigh, holding his hand to his head. “Yeah, well… I guess I should say that I’m sorry, but I don’t really share the same feelings for you?” He shook his head to himself, trying to rephrase: “What I mean is that I’m not exactly looking for a relationship. I’m kind of messed up right now.” Understatement of the century.

She pursed her lips, but nodded. “I get that. Thanks for being so cool about it.”

“Least I can do,” he said, clasping his hands together over the table.

“So,” she drawled with a wince, “I take it this interview is over?”

He brushed a hand through his hair. “If you have everything you need and there are no hard feelings?”

She inclined her head in the affirmative, and that was that.

— ✶

Even on a Friday evening, if it was the week before an exam season, the library study rooms were always packed, one occupier after the other. Attempting to score one was the equivalent of launching a stakeout, complete with charging cables, two cups of coffee, and a will of steel (to wait hours for a room to open up). Someone must have been looking out for you though as you managed to snatch a study room as soon as you arrived on the second floor of one of the main student libraries on campus. When you and Changmin had exchanged an, albeit brief, bit of texts, you both agreed that meeting somewhere that could serve as common ground would be good for the both of you. It had to be semi-private, as well, since neither of you wanted to let anyone else in on your private, personal problems.

The library study rooms were your solution, and maybe this was the universe’s sign that this discussion needed to happen.

As soon as the door closed gently behind you, you set yourself up in one of the chairs around the small, rectangular table at the center of the room. Changmin said he would be a couple minutes late because the bus had been late to pick up his stop and Chanhee was borrowing his car, so you texted him to let him know which room you were in.

While you waited, you attempted to ease your mind by scrolling through social media and flipping through emails and returning to social media, and wait, did you ever get a reply back from that one TA? All the while, your knee would bounce up and down ceaselessly, your fingers shaking and cold and numb. You were perhaps seconds away from your throat closing in on itself again, but then the door opened.

Changmin murmured a “hey” to you as he closed the door behind him and lowered himself into the seat across from you.

The room was quiet. “Hey,” you said back, clearing your throat.

You watched as his nostrils flared slightly as he exhaled. “What did you mean by ‘when did I stop caring’?”

You were a little startled that he decided to start right away, but on the other hand, relieved that he did. You wouldn’t have known how to begin anyway. “When did you stop caring?” You parroted in case you hadn’t heard him right. If you weren’t mistaken, he was referring to what you had said that night in front of the practice rooms.

He gave a nod. “Yeah, I was thinking about what you said…” He scratched his jaw, continuing lowly, “...y’know, on the bus ride over here. And I just don’t understand where in the world you got the idea that I ever stopped caring about you.” He met your eyes then, and you could see the tightness in his jaw, but the gleam in his irises.

This wasn't about being right anymore; it was about making things right.

"You—" you grappled for words, finding yourself pinned down by Changmin's relentlessly piercing gaze, "—I just got so much radio silence from you."

"You were giving me the same excuses."

"Because it was the same, exact problem," you fired back. "And, okay, so they were excuses, but god, Changmin. I could just see how with each passing day, you looked at me differently because I was late or I told you I couldn't make it. Didn't I give you reasons why? Just that disappointment and cold shoulder…" It broke my damn heart.

Changmin's arms were crossed over his chest as he considered your words, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. "I never," he began, "thought poorly of you, Yn." It sounded like he was struggling to piece together the right words, too, and he choked down a swallow. "I was going through a lot of shit around that time, and my patience was always paper thin by the time it was our usual practice time, y'know? It was never you specifically I was mad at."

He paused for a moment. His head hung, and he picked at a stray thread on his jacket cuff. "My parents said they wouldn't support me if I majored in dance."

Your heart stopped clean.

"They basically said I'd have to finance myself for all four years if I wanted to make dancing a career," he said with a flippant, helpless gesture. "I was given some scholarship money from the school, but it was nowhere near a full ride. So I was stressed the fuck out because I knew I needed to win those comps to get more money. They were cool with me dancing as, like, a hobby or a way to get into college, but as soon as I told them my intended major was dance?"

Well, shit.

Horror pooled in your gut, the kind that started up at your shoulders and spider-crawled down the length of your spine. "I'm so sorry, Changmin. That must have been so much pressure for you, oh my god."

This entire time, you'd been under the impression that his parents were fine and dandy with their son becoming a dancer. He'd always had a natural, prodigal talent for the art form. He was the absolute cream of the crop from your class, and you couldn't believe they could be anything but proud of having a son like him.

But you supposed you shouldn't have assumed. There was a cost to being a hypocrite.

Changmin nodded, but it wasn't very affirming. It was like he had heard it all before and had already accepted it all grimly and reluctantly. "Yeah, well… I won all those comps, but what did I lose in the process, y'know?"

He gestured to you. "I just thought I'd always have you to run back to, but you were going through your own stuff. I'm not trying to pin the blame on you—it's… just that… you were my best friend. My partner."

"It's funny you say that," you said then, drumming your fingers anxiously against your leg. "I thought I could rely on you, too. And I definitely drifted away from you, but it was because of my own reasons."

Changmin nodded, settling his hands on top of the table and leaning in slightly.

Still, every time you told someone, you could never get it right. But maybe you could get it right this time. "You know how my parents got divorced and I said that my mom had changed?"

His forehead creased then, and he nodded again.

"She started yelling a lot," you said. "Would always make me listen to her scream in my face about how dance was useless, how dance would never help me in the real world, how I was absolutely awful at it and that I should be focusing on something worth my time." You swallowed, continuing on, "And when I told you I couldn't make it or that I was late, it was because she started refusing to take me to practices and competitions and shows.

"And I mean—I tried really hard to keep going, Changmin, I really did." You raised your eyes to meet his and found him staring at you still, but this time you saw that glisten in his eyes again. The tension in his jaw had slackened, and had been replaced with that same dread you had while he was telling you what happened to him. "I thought that I could get past what my mom kept telling me, and that once I got to the practice room—I just needed to get to the practice room—it would all be worth it."

There was a stinging feeling in the back of your eyes, at your tear glands. Your vision was blurring and you blinked back the traitorous tears.

Changmin pursed his lips, his face contorting slightly as he too tried to contain the emotions welling up in him. "And then I shut you out."

"We shut each other out."

"Why—" he rasped, his hand coming up to cover part of his mouth, "—didn't you tell me? I would've—god, I would've—" He didn't know, actually, but all he knew was that he would've been better. Would he have though? Truly? Would you have?

"I didn't like talking about it," you confessed, sniffling. You were ashamed of yourself, both then and now. You raised your hand up to wipe the corner of your eyes. "I'm sorry."

"No, fuck, don't apologize." He stood, arms opening and palms turning upward like an offering, "C'mere."

Both of you, teary-eyed messes, stumbled out of your chairs to close the distance in each other's arms. It was the feeling of finally holding each other after three years that made the two of you break down completely. The study room's quiet was filled with sounds of messy, blubbering sobs—hands grappling at the other's jacket, faces shoved into the warmth of a neck or shoulder.

Two pieces of a puzzle having finally been reunited.

This was where you belonged.

"This was all I wanted," you bawled into his shoulder.

It seemed to make his body tremble harder. "I would've given it to you—god, I would've given you anything. I'm so goddamn sorry."

"Hey," you mused half-heartedly, "if I'm not allowed to apologize, then neither are you."

He gave a watery chuckle. "Okay, fine." His wet eyelashes fluttered as he closed his eyes and tightened his hold around you. "That must have been awful, Yn. How…? Just how."

You rested your cheek against his toned shoulder. "Somehow… I don't really know. I'm proud of you, though, you know? I'm really proud of you."

"Thank you. I'm proud of you, too." He sniffled, mouth pressing against your shoulder. "All this time, I thought you hated dance and hated me."

"Oh, god no," you sniffled, sucking in a breath. "I—I knew I couldn't be strong anymore; I didn't want to disappoint you." And when you could no longer attend those practices, you had believed it would be better to not be there to drag him down. You thought that without having to wait on you every time, he would have been all the better. You see now that perhaps you were wrong in your logic.

For a moment, the two of you stood there in the other's arms as words settled and feelings sunk in. The realization that this tension between the two of you was possibly over now was crazy.

"For the record," Changmin murmured, "you're a great dancer. No matter what your mom told you, you'll always be a great dancer."

You laughed a little, shaking your head. "Not anymore, I'm not."

"That's where you're wrong." He pulled away from you and you saw the tears staining his dimpled cheeks, but the smile he was giving you was something out of a dream. He gently, playfully punched your arm. "You're still my partner, after all."

EPISODE ELEVEN: OFF THE SHELF

EVER since Changmin, Chanhee, JC!Yn, and her roommate Kei decided to change the weekly grocery shopping session to Saturday mornings, Changmin had never been so grateful for such a change until now. It used to be on Sunday mornings during the fall quarter because JC!Yn volunteered at the local children’s club on Saturday mornings, but since the Sunny Side Up Club had begun closing its doors on the weekend until summer break, her Saturdays had suddenly freed up.

Kei, as usual, had waltzed off in search of her own shopping list items, leaving JC!Yn and Changmin with the shopping cart of groceries and Chanhee sitting in the middle of it, cross-legged and swaddled in a pink hoodie.

“That’s awful,” JC!Yn lamented as she slowly trailed after Changmin while pushing the cart. There was a frown etched into her face, as well as Chanhee’s, while and after Changmin had caught them up on the events of the previous day’s talk with you. “I mean, I know some parents are super strict about their kids studying, but…” She shook her head, “You’ve both been through a terrible amount of shit, man.”

Chanhee nodded his agreement, peering up at Changmin who was at the helm of the cart, staring at the label on a container of canned corn blankly. “Yeah, for sure. How’re you holding up, Changminnie?”

Changmin shrugged half-heartedly and rather mopey. “As well as I could be.”

“Well, are you guys good now?” JC!Yn asked. “Y’know, after clearing all the air?”

Changmin made a face at the canned corn, but handed it to Chanhee to place amongst the other things in the cart with him. “I mean, kind of? Not really?” He scratched the side of his head, and his two friends looked on at him, then exchanged worried glances. Usually Changmin was the one cracking jokes, but to see him in such a state… “It’s just a little awkward now because we’ve been on ice around each other for years. Going back to normal shouldn’t be easy, should it?”

Chanhee pursed his lips, his head tilting from side to side. “That’s true. When you guys were still in grudge era, you let all the angst between you do the talking.”

“Angst? I was not angsty, for your information.”

Both of his companions scoffed their disagreement. “Every single time her name was brought up around you, you gazed far off like some kind of angsty main hero,” Chanhee retorted. “Like Kevin at that one dinner when we were interrogating Eric.”

JC!Yn laughed. “That feels like so long ago.”

Changmin sent her a look, the corner of his lips tilting upward like the arch of his eyebrow. “That’s because you and Jacob act like you’ve been married for ten years.”

Her face heated at those words, but she held her chin up in pride. “I’m gonna pretend this is your jealousy talking.”

“Oh, please,” he quipped back and turned back to the shelves to hunt for any other familiar labels that would trigger his hunger. “If I wanted to be so grossly in love—”

“Then you’d go find Yn?”

“—Then I’d go find Y—HEY!” Changmin sputtered as his cheeks lit up like the can of roasted red bell peppers in his hand. Chanhee and JC!Yn exploded into equal fits of delighted cackles, the former extending his arm back so the latter could return his fistbump. Changmin scowled through his flustered haze. “Whatever; taking advantage of my vulnerable state is not cool, guys.”

Chanhee beamed up at his best friend with the kind of smile that no one could be mad at. It was impish, adorable even. “Aw, it’s only ‘cause we love you.”

“Gross,” Changmin muttered, wrinkling his nose dramatically, then nudging his glasses up his nose.

As she stopped the cart behind Changmin, JC!Yn rested her arm against the bar and let her chin sit atop her fist as she and Chanhee watched Changmin scour the shelves again. “Didn’t you say you had feelings for her back then, Changmin-ah? Would you say they were still present or not?”

He sucked in a breath at the question as he let the question marinate in his brain. After yesterday’s world-altering talk with you, neither of you were able to stay too long afterward to catch up. You’d both, unfortunately, been called to your own separate summons. But this morning, when Changin had woken up with the information having been properly processed in his brain and given him room to overthink as he did… Truthfully, he had no idea where the two of you stood with one another. It wasn’t going to be the same, not like childhood and not like the past three years.

He didn’t exactly know what to say to you now, only that there was still that emptiness in his chest. He hadn’t expected the feeling to go away, but he also hadn’t expected it to remain. What was he supposed to do? He was pretty sure you didn’t even like him like that back then, so there was no way your feelings would have changed in that sense over the past three years. Some said that distance made the heart grow fonder, and while Changmin wasn’t one for cliche lines, he did feel an ache for you. He wanted to make up for lost time. Even if you didn’t feel the same way he had back then, it didn’t mean that he still felt the same… right?

“I think we lost him,” came Chanhee’s very loud stage whisper.

Changmin shook out of his mind and leveled a glare at his two friends. “I’ll think about it.”

“Didn’t you just think about it?”

“Hey, if JC!Yn-ie can take an entire quarter to tell Jacob-ssi her feelings, then you can give me like, five minutes to think about mine!” He squawked, waving his arms around in the air like one of those car-wash balloon people that flopped around in the wind. Except this one was high on emotions and his round lenses were slipping down his nose, adding to his overall mad man-like look.

JC!Yn deadpanned, shaking her head as she began pushing the cart after Changmin. She muttered under her breath, “He’s just astounded that he has feelings for someone, JC!Yn. Let him be touchy today.”

Chanhee, who had heard her speak to herself loud and clear, twisted around to grin and pat her arm reassuringly. “He’s just malfunctioning because he might actually have a chance now.”

“I can hear you!”

Chanhee chuckled, and the sound was villainous.

The three of them, as per routine, met up with Kei at the checkout lanes. There was one occasion where one of the workers was so tired that they tried to scan Chanhee and make them pay for him, but other than that, most people just offered him a sweet from the jar on the counter. As groceries were bagged up, and Kei was caught up on the situation at hand in verbal bullet point format, she took only a moment to suggest: “Why don’t you invite her to the dance showcase?”

All eyes went to Changmin, even as JC!Yn pushed the cart out with the group.

Changmin chewed his bottom lip. “I would, but... I dunno. I don’t want to trigger anything for her.” He winced to himself, “It would be really cool to have her there, of course! But I literally saw her in the practice room a week ago and she looked like she was seconds away from having a full-on panic attack.” As much as inviting you to watch him perform for the first time in three years thrilled him (and nearly sent him into cardiac arrest), he had seen you that day—blanched, struggling to breathe. He couldn’t imagine just what thoughts were running through your head then, especially after hearing what you had told him yesterday.

He was so—god, he was so angry at your mother. He knew about the divorce and the negative effect it had on her, but for her to practically take all that energy out on you? It was something simply unforgivable. His heart hurt for you.

Chanhee dipped his head in a slight nod, mouth curved down into a frown again. "That's fair. But I mean, it wouldn't hurt to ask, would it?"

"I just don't want to come off as insensitive, especially after three years of the cold shoulder." Your words from yesterday had penetrated him deeply—he hoped to never make you feel abandoned ever again.

Kei peered around at Changmin from the other side of JC!Yn. "If it counts, I don't think she'll take it as being insensitive, Changmin."

"She might feel better about getting, y'know, a personal invitation from you," JC!Yn chimed in. "Even if she isn't comfortable with going, she'll know you're thinking of her."

Changmin pressed his knuckles to his lips, bouncing on the balls of his feet anxiously. It was amusing, and perhaps a little concerning, for his friends to see him like this. He flapped the ends of his sweater sleeves in the air like he was hyping himself up. "Okay. Okay, yeah, I'll invite her to see me perform."

He raised an arm into the air toward the sky. "The next time I see her, that's what I'll—"

"Oh, look, she's right there," said Chanhee, pointing in the distance from his cart throne.

Changmin squeaked, "She's what?!" He slid behind JC!Yn in a very poor attempt to hide himself from the oncoming party.

Said party consisted of you, Yeri, Mark, and Ten—again. Except, instead of the coffee shop across the shopping mall, it was the parking lot on his friends' turf. Mark and Yeri were the first to see Changmin's friend group, both of them making unsubtle glances at Changmin. They passed by with friendly greetings, excusing themselves as they argued over the possibility of the store having watermelon (the answer was no; sorry Mark).

You and Ten lagged behind slightly, seemingly deep in conversation. The latter listened intently, but he felt eyes on him and looked up. His eyes twinkled as he made eye contact with Changmin—Changmin couldn't tell whether or not he liked that feeling.

You realized that he was looking outward and onward, and so you followed his gaze. Your eyes widened a tad at the sight of Changmin's friend group manifesting out of nowhere. "Hi guys," you said with an awkward smile when you and Ten met them in the middle.

"Hi Yn-ie," Chanhee giggled, turning around to wag his eyebrows at Changmin.

Changmin threw back a very unimpressed scowl. He let a smile grace his face just as he looked back at you. "Hey Yn, Ten."

JC!Yn unsubtly began pushing the cart to uncover Changmin. "Hey, you two. Changmin was actually just talking about you, Yn!"

Traitor! Changmin's jaw dropped.

Ten grinned. "That's really funny, 'cause Yn was just talking about you, Changmin."

You glared daggers at your friend with the same level of betrayal in your eyes as Changmin expressed. At least you were both getting thrown under the bus.

Kei nudged him. "Don't you have something to say to her?"

"We'll get out of your hair!" Chanhee chirped, patting the side of the cart as JC!Yn resumed her pushing on the cart past you and Ten. "See you at the car, Changminnie!"

As Changmin's last line of defense walked away with JC!Yn and the shopping cart prince, Ten inclined his head to you. "Should I stick around for this?"

You sighed under your breath. "Probably not. I'll see you inside?"

"Whatever suits your fancy," he mused, shrugging. As he passed by Changmin, he winked, then whistled some random tune as he went on his merry way.

"So what's up?" You asked him then. It seemed to be a cozy morning for you as you fidgeted with the ends of your big, woolen sweater. There was something delicate about the way the corners of your lips curled up into a smile.

Changmin cupped the nape of his neck. "Oh, uh, I know we had that whole talk yesterday, and I was wondering if you'd wanna come see my performance at the winter showcase on Friday?" He added quickly, "No pressure, of course. If you're uncomfortable, then you don't have to worry."

Your lips pursed together in a slight pucker. "I'd actually love to go. I mean—" you swallowed, "—I haven't gone to one since freshman year, but I'd love to."

"You can leave whenever you start feeling uncomfortable," he assured you, but he was smiling widely now. "It'll be cool to, y'know, have you in the audience."

"That means a lot, Changmin," you said earnestly, your smile sweet. It was almost weird to not have you frowning or glaring at him. It felt… good. It felt really good. “I will try my best.”

He shoved his hands into his pockets as he rocked on his heels, teeth biting down on his bottom lip to suppress the eager grin threatening to come out. “That’s all I could ask for.”

EPISODE TWELVE: OFF THE CHARTS

YOU were late. You were extremely late, actually, and to be honest, if you had known the bus was going to break down in the middle of the stupid road, you would have gotten off and walked. But then again, you were practically buried in all of the bundles of flowers you wanted to bring for your friends performing tonight. There were four bundles in total that you bothered to pick out just about two hours ago, one for Minho, one for Jungwoo, one for Ten, and of course, you could not forget one for Changmin.

When Changmin had personally invited you to come see his performance tonight earlier in the week, you couldn’t deny that the feeling made your chest warm and fuzzy. Even as you trudged your way up the stairs to the front of the performing arts building, you were filled with adrenaline and antsy energy. You’d waited so long for this, hadn’t you?

The last time you had come to see the winter showcase was in freshman year, the year the Daily asked you to write a review piece on one of the performers debuting that year, and even that had been enough of dance for the years following. It would be nice to know, this time, that you were wanted in the audience. (Changmin would have wanted you in the audience all this time, but you didn’t know that.)

Because you were unquestionably late, the doors to the hall would be closed shut now.

That was why having a friend like Boo Seungkwan was paramount.

“Thank you,” you gasped as one of the doors to the performance hall burst open and allowed you into the warmth of the lobby. You could hear the bass of whatever song was on and the audience’s cheers from here.

Seungkwan swept half of the bouquets from your arms with a click of his tongue. “Yah, you’re insane for taking the bus all the time. Yeri even asked to pick you up!”

“I know, I know!” You cried, the two of you scurrying over to one of the doors in the hall. “I panicked at the last second to get flowers and then I had to go all the way to the shop on fifth! By the way, did you know they’re open until 11?”

Both of your voices quieted as you slipped into the darkened auditorium. The stage was the only part illuminated in blinding, searing hot spotlights. You had just walked in on a brief break between acts as performers switched on and off stage. Seungkwan led you to one of the rows of seats in the nosebleeds that was relatively in the middle.

All of your friends practically occupied the entire row, and they lit up in delight at the sight of you.

“Yo Yn!” Mark whispered as he leaned over Yeri. “You’re actually here!”

Yeri reached over to squeeze your hand as you took the open seat next to her, and Seungkwan took the last seat in the aisle. “I’m so happy you’re here, Yn-ie.”

Doyoung and Kun peered out from around Mark, and you recognized a couple others from the NCT frat and RVE sorority further down the row. “Hey guys,” you said quietly to them as you wrangled your purse into your lap and adjusted the flowers in your arms, “how much did I miss?”

“Not much at all," Doyoung replied. "It's just been a few of the first years."

"We've got a little while until the older batch," Kun said with a wave of the program in his hands.

You nodded your understanding and settled into your seat to get comfortable. The performances went on one after the other. There was a mix of all different genres, ranging from contemporary ballet to tap and popping. Because everyone in the final winter showcase were in some kind of dance course on campus, a lot of the acts displayed a ton of experience already, even as first-years.

The longer the night went on, the less you believed your antsiness was a result of a nervous tick, but rather the bottled up adrenaline building up from watching all the performances. At some point, you realized you weren't even analyzing the performances anymore, but rather, sitting in awe of each one.

When a brief intermission was announced, Yeri and one of her sorority sisters squeezed past to head to the restroom while a few others from the row headed out to stretch their limbs and find some other friends. You and Seungkwan lingered in your seats, discussing your favorite performances so far, as well as how your finals weeks had gone for each of you.

"I'm just so glad we have spring break now," he groaned, his head hanging with exhaustion. "I might have skipped tonight if that meant I could sleep early."

"You would have regretted it though," you pointed out to him.

He gestured with his hand. "Right, you are." He let out a sigh as he raised his head and met your smile with a tired one of his own. "Well, Yn, you did it. You're watching your first full winter showcase. How do you feel?"

Your gaze flickered back to the stage. The house lights had come on for intermission, leaving the stage drenched in darkness. You could have sworn you saw the heavy red curtains shudder as if someone had poked their head out to view the audience. You remembered when you and Changmin used to do that when you were kids.

You turned back to Seungkwan. "I feel surprisingly okay," you confessed. "I was a little nervous before, but I think that I'm doing good."

He nodded. "Good. I'm glad you're here."

"Thanks, Kwan." You exhaled. "I didn't fully realize how long this was gonna be," you mused.

Seungkwan raised a brow at you. "Well, didn't you only stay for like, Changmin's performance last time you were here?"

"Well, yeah—"

The house lights suddenly shuttered off, and people rushed back to their seats. Your friends who were coming back squeezed past you and Seungkwan, effectively cutting off your conversation from before. The last half of the night would be handed over to the students who were majoring in dance and had been a part of the program for over two years.

You were properly in awe of the next performances. They had decided to put Ten out first, dancing to a song called Baby Don't Stop. He had mentioned the song to you once, but you hadn't really thought much about it until now. It was a side of Ten you hadn't seen yet since you had never seen him dance properly, but… you were definitely going to need to gush about this to him afterward.

You were pretty sure the crowd didn't quiet down for five performers in a row, as crazy-talented dancers such as Minho and Jungwoo followed after.

Each performance was incomparable to the next, and soon, you were sucking in a breath to the sound of Changmin's name being announced.

You slapped your hands onto Seungkwan's and Yeri's on either side of you, both of whom squeezed and shook your hands back as the curtain rose.

The lighting began a deep, electric purple, painting Changmin to look like a dark silhouette on stage. You almost couldn't make out the details of his white and black suit-like uniform. It was dynamic and unique with the suit cut outs and gloves, and he paired it all with an eye look that made his eyes feel darker and smokier.

He was still at first—until a set of horns, like trumpets, blared from the speaker's and he began striding forward.

You heard Mark gasp from two seats over. "Holy shit, he's dancing to Action Figure."

You vaguely recognized the title, but if you were thinking of the right song, then the room was about to get a lot louder. Unconsciously, you squeezed Seungkwan and Yeri's hands as you leaned forward and lingered on the edge of your seat.

The performance was everything you expected and more. Changmin was, as you had expressed before, the absolute cream of the crop. Each movement was brought with sharp precision, like the blade of a knife. Even during the slower bridge portion, he somehow executed the legato-like movements with a crispness of 4K HDR quality.

Everyone in the room held their breath (or screamed it out) with each sultry gaze, each lick of his lips, each smirk—a great dancer, a great performer; he would forever be one of the greats. That, you were very certain of.

When the song came to an end and he raised his head to peer at the audience through his bangs, you and everyone else erupted into applause, whistles, yelling—all the works. Your heart palpitated so hard in your chest that you thought it was trying to mimic his own dance. You were practically shaking from all of the bottled energy, and…

"Wow," you breathed out as you leaned back in your seat as the stage was reset for the next act. Your knee began bouncing fervently, sending the flowers in your lap up and down as well.

Seungkwan murmured his agreement, "Whew. I can't tell if I'm attracted or intimidated."

You snorted, patting his hand with your palm. "Both?"

"Probably."

You laughed, your hand lifting up to absentmindedly press against the base of your throat and sternum.

You couldn't help but think about what Changmin had revealed to you that day. How could a pair of parents not be absolutely floored to have a son as talented as Ji Changmin? It was so unbelievable to you, but you couldn't imagine how it might have felt to suddenly have all that support be ripped out from beneath your feet like his support had been.

The performances following would finish off those of the solo category. Afterwards, a handful of groups performed, including repeats of a few performers. Minho and Jungwoo had performed a stage together (Finesse, if you weren't mistaken), while Changmin and Juyeon made a return to the stage with another sultry hit by the name of Light a Flame.

By the end of the night, you were eager to head backstage to see your friends who had just performed their hearts out.

Plus, the bouquets were wilting.

Once the house lights had thunked to life, and the crowd was beginning to lessen, the row you were seated in with your friends stood together. Some of them were going to head straight home, but a few others planned to stay back to congratulate the performers on a night well done.

"You guys ready to head back?" Mark asked while nodding toward the stage with his hands shoved into the pockets of his puffer vest.

The high you were on was gradually fading out, and you had to clear your throat. "Can I meet you guys back there? I think I'm gonna take a quick breather and then just go in through the backdoor."

They were more than okay with accommodating you, encouraging you to take as long as you needed. Mark and Yeri both took the remaining two bouquets from your arms as Seungkwan ushered you out the door to take that breather.

As you hit the cool, early-March air, you wrapped your coat tighter around yourself and inhaled deeply. All around you, people lingered and chatted with each other, gushing about their favorite performances and reenacting the most memorable parts. You smiled to yourself when you overheard a group of boys near you talking about Changmin's tasteful choice in music, as well as the cohesion of his entire performance, ranging from not only the music choice, but down to the costuming as well. (And the choreography, of course. Everything about his performance, as emphasized, was breathtaking.)

With a sigh, you began rounding the building toward the back entrance.

Now that you had the space to deconstruct your thoughts, you realized that although you felt an indescribable amount of pride for your friends, you couldn't help the pit forming in the bottom of your stomach. In a way, you envied the performers onstage. You wished you had held on a little longer; maybe then, you could have been one of the people on stage tonight like you had wanted when you were just a teen.

When you reached the back door, you managed to gather your strength and let yourself in.

Like that day you had taken Sumin backstage, it was all hustle and bustle, but ten times that. Pandemonium erupted as performers raced past you left and right trying to find their friends, fellow performers, and even the location of their hairspray. (They should have put their name on it, you thought cheekily, but even then, it might not have worked still, you supposed.)

You kept your arms crossed over your chest as you squeezed past people toward where you were hoping to find your friends. As you walked into the dressing room corridor, you nearly collided with a silky dress shirt.

"Yn! I can't believe I found you," Ten chuckled.

You laughed, wrapping your arms around him in an affectionate embrace. "Ten! I can't believe you found me either. It's a madhouse here." You scanned the faces and bodies buzzing about for any sign of your friends. "Have Mark, Yeri, or Seungkwan found you yet? They have the flowers I was gonna give you."

Ten's lips curled up into a smile as he pressed a hand to his chest. "Gasp, you got me flowers?"

"Yes, and please never say 'gasp' aloud ever again," you winced.

That only made his smile grow. "No promises. But what'd you think of the show tonight? I'm glad you stayed the whole time."

"It was incredible! You were incredible," you amended with your eyes likely the shape of stars. "Who gave you the absolute audacity to be so talented, sir! I swear I heard some girl faint a couple rows behind me," you joked.

His eyes narrowed into sly, little crescents. "Oh? And did you faint for mine, too? Or did you save that reaction for another special someone?"

You flushed, your eyes averting to anywhere but the nosy feline before you.

Ten threw his head back in a loud guffaw. "Okay, okay. I see how it is. He's been looking for you, by the way."

Your eyes went wide. "And you wait until now to tell me?"

"I wanted my dose of Yn affection, too," he shrugged, giggling like a schoolgirl. "Plus, the look on your face was well worth it."

"Sometimes I hate you."

"Some is not all," he pointed out.

"—you said she was over here? Yn!"

Yours and Ten's heads turned and you watched as Changmin's eyes found yours in the crowded room. He began pushing his way toward you, sweat still dampening the strands of hair and falling into the collar of the dark blazer he wore for Light a Flame.

Ten snickered under his breath. "Well, I'm gonna go find Mark to get my flowers. Text me later, 'kay? Okay!"

Before you could blink, Ten had disappeared into the masses. You swore that man was so slippery sometimes.

You glanced back in the direction that you saw Changmin coming from,but when you couldn't find him, you frowned. It really was awfully hard to find people in here…

"Boo!"

You swore your soul left your body for five seconds. You whirled around, glaring daggers at the impish squirrel man who somehow ended up behind you. "You're such a menace."

Changmin grinned so wide it looked like even his dimples were strained. "Sorry," he wheezed, not sounding sorry at all. "The opportunity presented itself on a gold-plated platter."

"You should feel very lucky that I wasn't holding lemonade this time."

"Okay, but why were you drinking that without a cap on the cup? Did they not give you a plastic lid or something?"

You felt the corner of your mouth lift. How was it so easy to recall these things? "It's just the universe telling you to end your pranks."

He shrugged helplessly. "I can't help that you are so easy to sneak up on."

"You're gonna say that when I somehow heard you asking if I was in here from across the room?"

"That's because I let you hear that; there's a difference," he said, leaning against the corridor wall next to you. He looked you up and down, tongue darting out for a moment. "Thanks for coming tonight."

You leaned your shoulder against the wall next to him. "I enjoyed myself," you said in reply. "You did really well tonight though, Changmin. It was a great performance."

He grinned, and his tongue had to poke the inside of his cheek. "Just great?"

You raised your eyebrows at him and decided to bypass that question for the moment. "Did my friends give you your flowers?"

Changmin showed his empty hands and you deadpanned.

"What?" He giggled. "I'm just stating the obvious."

"You're so infuriating sometimes."

He gently bumped your shoulder with his. "Nothing new."

Nothing new, indeed. It was strange, actually, falling into this kind of easygoing, light-hearted banter. You'd seen how easy it was that night in the lab, but this was nice, you had to admit. Banter and arguing were two different things, you learned, and the latter always took such a toll on those involved.

How did the two of you stay away for so long? Maybe you were both too prideful, too afraid to break the ice.

Changmin's expression sobered a little as he observed your expression. "What're you thinking about?"

You blinked, glancing over at him. "Nothing, just…" Your voice lowered to something like a whisper, "I missed this." I missed you.

And as you met his eyes again, you knew that he had heard you. He swallowed, roughly. "Me too."

EPISODE THIRTEEN: OFF THE CUFF

THE quad was in bloom with the coming of spring and spring break. It was tradition at your university to take pictures and to take a stroll through the freshly bloomed cherry blossom trees lining the rectangular lawn. Only in spring did the trees reveal their beautiful, baby pink flowers, so it was optimal to go frolic amongst them while they were full.

Changmin had been dragged out by Chanhee. Well, he liked to say that Chanhee forced him outside, but in reality, Changmin had put just as much effort into his appearance today as Chanhee did, just not as formal. And luckily, it wasn't just the two best friends who were out with them among the crowd of people, but also the entirety of their friend group—plus the significant others, too.

"I hate this more than Valentine's Day," Sunwoo grumbled as he blew a curl out of his eyes. He was referring to the couples all around them taking pictures and holding hands and kissing.

"You're telling me," Kevin sighed as he messed with the settings on his camera for the pictures he wanted to take of the scenery. "At least on Valentine's Day, people won't photobomb you."

Sangyeon had his phone out and was already taking photos of the blooming flowers around him and in the trees. He suddenly turned his phone around, set at point five zoom. "Hey guys, look here and smile!"

Everyone in the shot (all the singles: Chanhee, Changmin, Sunwoo, Kevin, Juyeon, and Hyunjae) slapped smiles onto their faces. As soon as Sangyeon put the phone down, their smiles dropped.

"Who was that for?" Juyeon asked as he slung an arm around Sangyeon's shoulder to peer at the eldest's phone screen. He made a groaning noise before peeling away. "Ahhhh, 'The Girlfriend'. I see."

Sangyeon cocked a brow at him. "Have you finally accepted that I have a girlfriend?"

"Nope."

Sangyeon's eyes looked up and away in exasperation, before he shook his head and returned to doing whatever he was doing.

Changmin surveyed the crowded quad with disinterest. He scanned all of the faces present around him; too many to count that was for sure. Jacob and JC!Yn had separated from them almost immediately; Eric and his girlfriend were off being cute or something; Younghoon and his partner hadn't even traveled here with most of them; but at least Haknyeon and his significant other stayed with them for the first five minutes to make conversation about the dance showcase a few nights ago.

He sighed. That was how long ago it had been since he last saw you. (My god, he sounded like some kind of lovesick teenager, waiting by the landline for his lover to ring him up—)

On the other side of the quad, you and your friends had just arrived to do the same exact thing Changmin's friends were. But as soon as you saw the crowd, you were five seconds from simply giving up.

"We'd get like, one flower, and that's it," Seungkwan argued to Yeri who was trudging forward despite the load of people around.

Yeri huffed. "Not if you don't try, Boo Seungkwan."

He made a noise of disgruntlement, his head lifting up and nostrils flaring. "Oh my god—"

"Yn, my wife, defend my honor!"

You snapped up straight, tuning back into the conversation. Mark and Jungwoo trailed somewhere behind the three of you and if you weren't careful, you'd lose them, too. "Huh? Oh, well, Seungkwan…" Your voice trailed off, and your eyes wandered to a specific gathering of trees further down the lawn from where you currently were.

It was unfair how he was framed like a K-Drama shot: the slow motion pink petals drifting around him, his lithe body gracefully leaning against the dark bark of the cherry blossom tree, the green sweater vest layered over a white shirt and pants. You gulped—he looked way too pretty to just be standing there—

"—hello? Earth to Yn?" A hand was waving in front of your face and someone was poking your shoulder.

You shook away from them, eyes wide like a child with your hand caught in the cookie jar. "Huh?"

Seungkwan and Yeri sent you curious looks. "You were staring at Changmin," said Yeri, arms crossing over her chest.

Seungkwan let out a dramatically wistful, little sigh as he scratched the side of his head. "You're so lucky that Ten's not here; we are so very merciful compared to him."

You rolled your eyes, even though they were right. "I wasn't staring! I just—I couldn't tell if it was really him or not."

"Because I'm just so breathtakingly beautiful?"

"Definitely n—what the fuck," you yelped, nearly leaping out of your skin again at the right of Changmin's dimpled smile as he seemingly appeared out of thin air right next to you.

Changmin erupted into howling laughter, folding over onto his knees as he slapped his leg once, twice—

"You're not even that funny," you grumbled, side-eyeing both him and your friends. (Guess you really did lose Mark and Jungwoo…)

Seungkwan and Yeri did not hide their own laughs very well, but they definitely weren't knee-slapping themselves.

"How'd you even cover so much ground that fast?" You queried, whirling back on Changmin.

He lifted a shoulder in a half-hearted shrug, his hands resting in the pockets of pants as he stood in a relaxed posture. His skin was unfairly pretty in this lighting, like his smile. "I harnessed my inner squirrel."

"You mean your inner furry?"

Seungkwan and Yeri chose this moment to slip away, calling out something like "we're just gonna go walk a tree" before bowing out. Changmin feigned an expression of offense, pressing a hand to his chest. "Rude! It's called athleticism."

You wrinkled your nose. "Like you know what athleticism is."

"I'll race you to the stairs over there right now—HEY, CHEATER! I DIDN'T SAY GO—" Despite his indignant squawk, Changmin's cheeks hurt from how hard he grinned as he raced after you toward the stairs at the other end of the lawn.

— ✶

"So… no Ten today?"

After a daring race, you and Changmin settled on top of the stairs overlooking the entire lawn. The sun hung at golden hour position and painted the landscape and people below in beautiful, buttery gold wash. You even swore you saw Chanhee chasing after Sunwoo with a handful of loose cherry blossom petals, no doubt to dump into the latter's hair.

You looked over to where Changmin was leaning back onto his palms next to you. "This again?"

He pursed his lips. "Well, I mean," he drawled, "you guys are pretty close. I just figured you'd do this kind of thing together."

"That's fair," you conceded. "Uh, he's actually on a trip with a couple of his frat brothers this week. Something like backpacking in Switzerland."

Changmin gave an indulgent nod of his head. "Wow. Switzerland."

"I know, right?"

He peered out into the distance, eyes squinting against the strength of the sun, but he looked like an art piece nonetheless. “You and Ten aren’t, like, together? Are you?”

You tilted your head to the side. Interesting question. “No, we’re friends. I think in the beginning it might have felt like something on that level, but we’ve both—I think we’re both on the same page where we stand with each other.” You didn’t know why you were telling him so much; he’d only asked you a question. But speaking of being together with someone… You coughed, “Sumin told me what happened during the interview a couple weeks ago.”

Changmin smiled sheepishly, reaching up to scratch the back of his head. “Oh, ha, she did? I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised.”

“You really didn’t know?”

“That she liked me? No,” he laughed with a shake of his head. He leaned forward onto his knees then, turning his head to the side to look at you with his fingers laced over his knees. “Who do you take me for, hm? I couldn’t just assume she had a crush on me.”

You feigned a look of disagreement, and he gasped, shoving your upper arm playfully. “I’m not that bad!” He exclaimed.

“You could be that bad,” you teased.

You watched as his expression cooled and the air around the two of you shifted. There was an earnestness in his eyes now, emphasized by the brilliance of the setting sun reflecting across his smooth lines of his face. “Have you ever thought about, you know, like trying to dance again?”

You weren’t sure what prompted this change in subject, but you gave it a thought. “I definitely have,” you said honestly, “I just can’t really step into a practice room without getting nervous.” You picked at a stray thread on your pants as you spoke and felt his gaze on you. “That night—the one when you saw me in front of the performing arts hall really late at night—I was trying to get myself to go in. To at least… try, y’know. Maybe prove to myself that I could work up the courage to go in, but I couldn’t.”

Changmin was quiet for a moment. His knees angled themselves toward you, and he leaned forward so his chest practically laid over his legs. “I said a lot of bad things to you in senior year,” he said lowly. “They were stupid—I was stupid. And—and if your anxiety with practice rooms comes from me, then—”

“Changmin,” you interrupted and captured his attention. You shifted to mimic his body positioning, so your eyes were level and you were both just as small as the other. “I said really shitty things to you, too.”

“I told you that you should quit,” he rasped. He had to turn his head so you wouldn’t see the silver pooling in his eyes. “I’m sorry, Yn; I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean any of it.”

You heard his sniffle over all of the chatter from the lawn below and you moved closer to him until your legs and arms were pressed together. You wrapped an arm around him, only for him to raise himself up and practically drape himself over you, his arms looped around your upper body and his face tucked into the side of your neck. Your heart tripped over itself in surprise, but you let yourself lean into his body heat.

“I’m sorry, too. I know you didn’t mean any of it. I didn’t mean any of what I said either.” You breathed for a moment and sighed, simply allowing him to stay in your arms for however long he needed. “I think,” you started, “even after three years, I still blame myself for letting all of that get to me. Sometimes, I want to go back in time and slap some sense into myself; maybe tell myself that I shouldn’t have let what my mom said bury itself so deep inside me. I mean… where would I be now had I not listened to her?”

Changmin pulled away then, resting his forearms on his legs again, but he didn’t back away from you. “You were just a kid, Yn. You can’t blame yourself.”

You rested your cheek against your fist. “I know. It’s hard not to, though.”

“I know.” He took another look at you, and you felt his eyes really take you in for a moment. The corner of his lips lifted. “Are you happy?”

“With?”

“With how you turned out? Where you ended up?”

You held your breath. It was a good question, and as you turned to search yourself inwardly, you came to a couple of conclusions. “In a way, I am. It’s probably just bitterness and regret I feel when I wonder what could have been, but maybe things happen for a reason.”

He nodded, his hand reaching up to pick out a stray leaf that had fallen into your hair. “We can always make up for lost time now,” he said. “We never did get to finish that duet.”

EPISODE FOURTEEN: [GET] OFF THE GROUND

THE next day, you found yourself standing outside the back door to the performing arts building. Because it was spring break, a large helping of the student population had abandoned campus as soon as their finals were over, leaving the place barren except for the area with the cherry blossoms. You stood next to Changmin, the latter holding his bag by the strap over his shoulder. You had been staring at the door for more than a minute now, trying to slow the palpitations of your heart.

“We can leave whenever you want to,” he murmured to you, the back of his hand nudging yours. “Let’s just try.”

You got yourself to nod.

The hallways were uncharacteristically quiet compared to the previous couple of times you had been back here. Since there was no one else here, you and Changmin got to pick whichever practice room you wanted. The largest one was the winner, and the lights flickered on to wash the shadows away. You immediately moved to one side of the room to set your things down, and Changmin went to his corner by the speaker. He was already hooking up his phone to the aux cord, but kept one eagle-eye on you as you inhaled the sight of the empty room around you.

As usual, your throat began closing in on itself, and you coaxed yourself into taking deep breaths.

You started out on the floor in front of the mirror, your legs crossed over each other and Changmin’s phone in your hands. Changmin had shouldered off his white athletic jacket, and began stretching as you swiped through the selection of music on his phone. The two of you collectively agreed for you to start off just watching. Once you were comfortable in the practice room environment, and if you wanted to dance, you would join him whenever you were ready. If you were never ready, then you could continue to just watch him and cheer him on during the practice.

You watched him card a hand through his hair as he peered at himself in the mirror behind you. “I always thought this mirror made you vain,” you chuckled, your hand having settled into your lap instead of at the base of your throat.

He furrowed his brows at you. His hands rested on his hips, the muscle in his forearms emboldening from the action. “Rude. I think you were the one who made me vain.”

“The fuck? How so?” You challenged.

“You always said you admired my facial expressions and my pretty smile,” he grinned at your reaction, snickering to himself. “Did you pick a song yet?”

You watched him dance. For the first few songs that played on shuffle, he was simply warming up his body and freestyling to whatever he heard. You knew Changmin was no stranger to people watching him dance, but there was something still so intimate about watching him in this space. You could watch him create things like magic, as well as watch him fumble and laugh at his own misgivings. Except, instead of doing it all by himself, his eyes would find yours and smile.

Next quarter, Changmin was supposedly signed on to be a TA for one of the dance courses, so he asked for your opinion on a few of his ideas for choreographies he could teach.

After showing you his second idea, he gestured to you then looked back at himself in the mirror. “What do you think? I’m not sure if writing something for each nuance in the beat would be a bit too much or if it’s something that should be used as a challenge routine.”

You hummed in understanding. “Well, if it’s an intermediate dance course, then I think it could be worked up to. Are these people dance majors or… maybe minoring in dance?”

He nodded when you said the latter. “Supposedly, they aren’t necessarily dance majors. But yeah, I agree—it could probably be brought out later in the quarter instead.” He made a motion with his hand as he backpedaled a couple steps to give himself more room between you and him. “Could you rewind to the first verse again? I wanna see something.”

You obliged him and rewinded the song to his desired timestamp. He tried out another possible set of choreo, but ended up stopping halfway through the chorus.

Again and again, you rewinded the song for him to try something new, but each time, he was met with his own dissatisfaction.

You suddenly stood, setting his phone on the ground with the song having been rewinded just slightly before the intended timestamp. Your hands were shaky and your heart was probably beating at an unhealthy speed, but you needed to try out something.

Changmin’s eyes opened wide as you came to stand next to him, but he said nothing. Instead, he let you loosely show him what you had concocted in your head while watching him go through trial after trial.

Before you knew what was happening, the two of you were weaving your ideas together, taking pieces of his original choreography and amending it with yours. You had watched him from the beginning so many times that you didn’t need long to pick up on the rest. By the end, the two of you had danced the entirety of the song together, your chest rising and falling fast with the speed of your breath.

Changmin released an exclamatory yell, thrusting his fist to the ceiling, then clasping your hand with his. “Let’s go! I really like that, Yn,” he said with his face split by a shit-eating grin.

Your heart was bursting again, not with nerves, but something you hadn’t felt in a long, long time. You brushed the hair from your eyes, a satisfied beam set on your face. “I like it, too.”

There was a sheen akin to pride in his eyes. “I wanna show you something,” he said, walking over to his phone with a skip in his step. “Stay there! I wanna teach you this bit of choreo that’s been living in my head for a while now.”

And so, you followed Changmin’s instructions as he put on a groovy-type beat. The routine was simple enough—looks-wise. But if you knew anything about the things Changmin choreographed, the difficulty was all in the subtlety and technique. When you were younger, the appeal between you and Changmin as partners were that you were practically foils for each other. While Changmin ruled the arena of sharp, focused isolations and movements, your area of expertise laid in bigger, fuller movements like that of a brushstroke. When you had watched Juyeon and Changmin’s performance during the winter showcase, you supposed that was why they were able to complement each other well. It was essentially what you and Changmin were, in combination.

The longer you and Changmin danced, the more your chest filled with air and warmth and love and happiness. The guilt and fear from before had melted away to reveal this suppressed portion of you that had been hidden for a long time.

At some point, the two of you were just messing around, and ended up sprawled on the polished wood floor of the practice room clutching your stomachs while choking on laughter.

Changmin rolled onto his side, eyes still squinted in delight as he tried to get a grip of his breathing. “Is your back okay?” He managed to wheeze between gasps and howls.

You wiped a tear that crept out from your eye. “No! I just tried carrying a fifty-something-kg man on my back. Do you think I’m okay?”

“In my defense,” he said, peering down at you as he rose into a sitting position and leaned back onto his palms, “you claimed you were stronger than me and could be the base.”

“A warning would have been nice!” You exclaimed. You rolled onto your stomach, laying your chin over your arms. “No one in their right mind just jumpscares people like that.”

“Have you met me?”

“Fair enough.”

A remnant of that merriment remained on his lips as he felt around the floor around him for where his phone had fallen out of his pants pocket. He caught a glimpse of the time, sighing, then raking a hand through his hair. “It’s already one o’clock. Are you hungry? Wanna get lunch or something?”

“Sure, what do you feel like?” You asked, eyes following his movements as he clambered up to his feet and tucked his phone back into his pocket.

He pressed his lips together in thought, humming, “Dunno. Fast food maybe?”

You rolled into a sitting position, similar to the one he had been in just moments before. “Okay.”

“Come on; let’s get up then.” He offered a hand out to you, and you clasped his forearm tightly.

In one fell motion, Changmin swept you upright and to your feet—but he used a little too much pulling force, and you were stumbling into him, palms pressed flat against his chest, and his arms coming around your waist. You held your breath as the two of you fought to stabilize the other.

“Shit, sorry about that,” he muttered from above you with a low chuckle.

You opened your mouth to reply, but as you raised your head to meet his eyes and not just his Adam’s apple, you lost all your breath. There was barely a hairsbreadth distance between your face and his. Changmin came to the same determination as you had and his eyes went wide.

A curious thing happened. His pupils dilated, and his eyes darted down to your mouth and his tongue swiped over his own to dampen them.

Your breath as you exhaled was as unsteady as your heart rate.

You felt his hold on your tighten slightly; his Adam’s apple bobbed. And then he was leaning forward, his eyes fluttering closed—

He kissed you then.

His lips were soft over your own with the slightest bit of pressure, nose nudging the side of your cheek.

Your hands moved up the plane of his chest to grasp his toned shoulders; he shifted his left hand to cradle the back of your head.

Wait, what is happening—

You both pulled away, as if the same thought had echoed through both of your heads at the same time.

Panic leapt into the two of you and you jolted away when the distinct sound of Boss by some group called Neo Culture Technology blasted throughout the quiet practice room.

"Fuck," you swore. You glanced back at Changmin and saw the question, the uncertainty, the—you couldn't even tell. Your mind was everywhere and nowhere at once. You could still feel his mouth on yours. "That—that's Doyoung's ringtone. I have to take this."

"Okay," he whispered inaudibly, and you slipped out from his hold.

With your back to him, he rubbed his hands down his face and an indescribable emotion seized his chest. He rubbed a thumb over his lips…

"Doyoung, you need to calm down," you said as Doyoung's voice quite literally rambled at lightspeed into your ear.

You heard your friend take one deep breath, then repeat, "I think one of these final draft files are corrupted. I'm freaking the fuck out right now, and I know you're not out of town, so if you could please—for the sake of my sanity—come to the office and help me!" He was pleading, begging, and Kim Doyoung did not beg. He sounded like one hair-pull from dropping down to his knees.

In any other context, you would have wanted to record this for the history books. Any other context.

Your eyes darted over to Changmin who was still standing in the middle of the room, hands tucked into his pockets, and gaze pinned to you.

You couldn't just—leave? Could you? Not after that—

Then you caught Changmin nodding his head in the direction of the door, his head cocking to the side in silent question. Do you need to go? He mouthed.

You pursed your lips with a reluctant nod. Something's wrong with the paper.

Then go. We'll talk after.

Talk. Yup. You started grabbing your things and you squeezed your phone between your ear and shoulder. "—okay okay, Doyoung. Can you stop wasting your energy for me, and tell me exactly what the screen is telling you?"

You began making your way to the door, but halted in the doorway. You hesitated, turning back to look at Changmin. You really shouldn't leave—but you had to.

"Yn."

You grabbed your phone and pressed the speaker into your shoulder. "Yes?" It sounded breathless.

Desperation gleamed like silver in his eyes. One did not often see that emotion from Ji Changmin. "Don't shut me out."

EPISODE FIFTEEN: OFF THE BOOKS

THE first person that came to mind was Choi Chanhee. "What—"

"I kissed her!" Changmin blurted, hand slapping over his mouth.

"You what?!"

— ✶

You were breathless, brain muddled, a hot mess of a shitshow, when you got to the Daily. The rest of the Board members were on break, including your resident tech expert, so you had assured Doyoung that you were free if he needed anything. (If you weren't deeply regretting that now though.)

You had fast walked all the way from the performing arts center to the Daily's newsroom, effectively cutting travel time down from ten minutes to seven, even with your bag of items. Though, it definitely didn't help your headspace. You could hardly think about Changmin, the kiss, and a corrupted file all at the same time. Not to mention, you finally managed to wrangle Doyoung off the phone with you so he could go splash water on his face to calm the fuck down.

The newsroom was dark when you got there, but you saw the light from Doyoung's office shining down the corridor. He was seated behind his desk, his expression a lot more calm than he sounded from the phone, but his face and bangs were a bit damp, meaning he had actually gone to wash his face. Good.

He saw you trudging down the hall, your baby hairs flying everywhere, and your breath coming out in pants. He noticed the bag slung over your shoulder and had the nerve to ask, "Oh, were you on the way somewhere?"

You sent him a pained stare and collapsed into the chair on the opposite side of his desk.

"You look stressed."

"Changmin and I kissed."

Doyoung's eyes nearly fell out of his head and his body was half an inch from falling out of his chair. "HUH?"

Your head craned back against the back of the chair. "I know."

"Girl, why are you here then?"

"You said it was an emergency!" You cried, straightening. You didn't even acknowledge the fact that Doing had just called you "girl". "Now, let's work this file situation out."

Doyoung moved his laptop further away from you. "Oh, nuh-uh, Missy. You're gonna just send me your copy, and then you're gonna go on your merry way back to Mr. Dancer Man and kiss him again."

Your face scrunched up. "Hello?" What was in the sink water in this building…

"Did you talk about it? Are you two dating now?"

"Doyoung," you whined, scrubbing a hand over your face, "you literally called right after we kissed."

Doyoung made a noise of disappointment. "Damn, I'm never gonna live this down."

"Seungkwan's gonna call you a cockblocker for the rest of your life," you muttered in agreement.

He snorted. "You said it, not me." He sobered then, closing the lid of his laptop so he could lace his fingers over it and fix you with a serious expression. "So how do you feel? Tell me what happened."

You twisted and dropped your bag to the ground by your feet, moving your chair closer to the desk so you could drape your upper half on top of the cool surface. "We were dancing—"

"Really?"

"Mhm," you hummed against the table. "It was… it was really nice, Doie. I actually had fun. And then we just—I don't even know—we played around a little and he was helping me up off the ground, and suddenly we were kissing."

Doyoung's brows furrowed together. "Ah, I see. Did he kiss you or did you kiss him?"

"He kissed me, but I didn't stop him." You could recall the look in his eyes with a striking amount of clarity. "I… I don't really know what it all means, or what it means to me. I'm a little confused, if I'm honest."

He sighed. "And that's okay. I think this is something you definitely need to go back and talk to him about though, hm?"

"Yeah."

"But Yn," he continued, reaching over to rub the top of your head and get you to look up, "did you ever have feelings for the guy?"

You slowly raised yourself up from the table with a frown on your face. "When I was a kid, I didn't really see anyone else but him," you confessed, almost unconsciously. You hadn't known what the feeling you harbored for him was back then, but maybe you could seek to understand it now.

Doyoung made a vague gesture with his hand as he sat back in his chair. "Well, that's a start for sure. But you and he have been on rocky terrain for years now. You're not kids anymore and a lot of things have changed." He was right, in some sense. You and Changmin had spent three years convincing yourselves you didn't need each other. Perhaps it had been the opposite the entire time, but what did it all mean?

"I'm glad to have him in my life again," you said quietly. "I think I've always felt… different about Changmin than any other friend I've had before, y'know? It was just unconscious in a way."

"Would you want to act on that then? See where it goes?"

You let his questions resonate around your head for a minute. But the more you thought about it, the more certain you became of your answer.

— ✶

The back corridors of the performing arts hall were just as dark as it was when you had left. For a moment, you were afraid that Changmin had left. But as you neared the practice room from earlier, you could make out the sounds of voices drifting from the cracked open door of the room.

You strained your ears—who was that with Changmin?

You reached the door, quietly pressing yourself against the wall to peer in through the cracked doorway. There, sitting opposite Changmin on the practice room floor, was Chanhee.

"—think about it, Changmin," said Chanhee as he dropped his friend by the shoulders to keep him from sulking. "She kissed you back. Don't you think that means something?"

"She could've just been caught up in the moment," Changmin countered. "She could've—" He made a frustrated noise and threw his hands out in front of him, "Maybe I just don't want to be disappointed."

Chanhee frowned. "Disappointed… that she doesn't return your feelings? Changmin, can you be honest with me for a second?"

He gave a solemn nod.

"Those feelings you had for her when you were a kid—have they ever gone away?"

You had to back away from the door and press your palm against your mouth. But because of that, you weren't able to catch Changmin's answer. Your heart slammed against your ribcage, your hands shaking as your thoughts raced in your head. You had to open the door now. You'd already intruded when you eavesdropped on their conversation.

Sucking in a breath, you pushed the door open wider. No going back now.

Changmin and Chanhee were both frozen in place when you poked your head into the room. The former paled in the warm-toned practice room lights, and you saw him gulp.

"Yn!" Chanhee laughed nervously as he and his friend both scrambled to their feet. His car keys jangled noisily from where they hung on a clip from his belt loop. "Uhm, I think I should leave," he said, clearing his throat and brushing past you.

You grabbed your arm as you shuffled into the room and gently kicked the door closed behind you.

Changmin cupped the back of his neck. "How much did you hear?" He asked, not even bothering to hide the open glisten in his eyes, the pure vulnerability lying stark on his face. It felt like you were seventeen again, standing alone together in the practice room, not really sure what the other person would say or do or feel.

"What did Chanhee mean by you having feelings for me when we were kids?" You asked.

The silence was palpable. "You really didn't know?"

No, you shook your head, definitely not. "I—I mean, no. Not really. I guess I always thought… I don't know what I thought."

He braced both hands behind his head now, his eyes tilted back toward the ceiling. "Yn," he said before looking you in the eyes again, "every time I saw you, I saw someone who put the fucking stars in the sky. If you watch any of our videos from back then—" He pushed out a haggard breath from his mouth. "I could never not care for you, could never stop caring for you. It hurt a lot when we stopped being us because I thought I…"

His hands fell to his sides, helpless. "I thought I lost you. And then it felt like you hated me, so I tried to hate you, too. And then we worked shit out. And then…" Changmin brushed his bangs back and was unable to look you in the eyes for longer than a second with each glance. "I'm sorry I kissed you. I don't want to lose you again, Yn."

Your heart thundered in your ears so loud that you almost thought he could hear it, even from so far away. You got yourself to take a step forward, and then another.

Changmin waited as you walked closer to him, his lips pressed together.

You inhaled. "Changmin, I can't say for sure what I felt for you back then, and I definitely can't articulate my feelings for you as well as you just did—" His eyes clashed with yours, that energy colliding, "—but I'm not sorry you kissed me, or that I kissed you."

You thought you heard his breath hitch for a moment.

"I don't want to lose you again, either," you said and tentatively reached for his hands. Never in your years of knowing him had you known a moment where his fingers trembled like they did now. "And I—I really want to see where this goes. Would you want to see where this goes with me?"

His fingers curled around yours as he nodded. "Yes."

EPISODE SIXTEEN: OFF [MY] FACE

"WHAT about that one?"

"Don't touch that one."

"Will it burn my skin off?" Changmin asked in a sleepy daze as one hand rubbed his eye and the other reached for the gallon of liquid that sat behind a locked cabinet with a clearly marked DO NOT TOUCH. DANGER. plastered on the side.

"Yes," you said without looking up from your organic chemistry textbook.

Changmin's hand dropped immediately and he turned to send a look your way. "Well, that's not very safe."

His hoodie-covered head began bumbling back over to you through the maze of workbenches. It was the first week back to school from spring break, thus, the very first week of the spring quarter. You and Changmin were currently in your regular lab space that you unofficially dubbed your study area. Kun was in the break room probably half asleep over a bag of shrimp chips, and Ten… Ten was somewhere around here. Maybe he got lost down the hallway looking for the bathroom or something.

Changmin had come to hang out with you though, even though he was practically a walking baby giraffe as drowsiness possessed his whole being. But he insisted on staying until you went home.

"It's actually just distilled water," you said with a chuckle. "The lab professors just don't want people using it because for some reason, the convenience stores around here are always out, and they don't want to go hunting for more."

You felt him drape over your back with a fwump. "I love when you talk dirty to me," he said through a rather large yawn.

You grinned to yourself, shaking your head. "Okay, I think we need to get you home."

"Not before you take me to dinner first."

"Are you sure you're not drunk?"

You packed your things up quickly, especially when you saw Changmin nodding off while standing upright. It was already around nine o'clock by the time you said good night to Kun and located Ten (yeah, he'd gone looking for the bathroom and almost gotten locked in a supply closet instead).

Changmin tried to convince you he was okay to drive, but by the way he couldn't even figure out that his keys were hanging on his belt loop, it was safe to say that you were driving tonight. The drive over to Changmin and Chanhee's apartment was an easy one since they lived in the university district and the streets were quite barren at this point. You helped him up to the apartment, greeting Chanhee who was in a fluffy pink robe and matching headband.

"Hi Chanhee," you sighed as you pushed Changmin into the bathroom to shower.

Chanhee looked on in ill-concealed amusement. "He'll be much better after he showers," he reassured you from his perch on the couch. You saw the page-long math problems spread out on the coffee table and held in a gag.

"Dear god, I hope so."

Chanhee directed you to where Changmin's room was and you dumped both yours and his backpacks on the floor by his desk. You actually had yet to step foot in here until now, so while Changmin was doing his thing in the bathroom, you let your eyes roam all around the room. It was relatively clean (emphasis on relatively) with walls that were minimally decorated. There was a whole separate rack of shirts and jackets left outside the small wardrobe, and you recognized a couple of them.

You leaned over his desk to see what he had posted on the wall above it. There were a couple dozen printed photographs of him and his friends, as well as an award or two that were big in name and no doubt special to him. You felt yourself smile; you didn't have to be up here, but you liked seeing his smile in all of these pictures.

And then you saw it.

There was a printed copy of a review pinned amongst the pandemonium of memorabilia. The layout of the page was incredibly familiar, and with widened eyes, you realized that it was a review from the Daily's Opera Glasses.

In fact, as you squinted and skimmed, it was your review from freshman year. It was your (anonymous) review about his debut winter showcase performance.

Wow.

You barely registered Changmin shuffling into the room in slippers and a bathrobe of his own, his dark hair still dripping with water.

He passed you a glance while heading for his wardrobe. "Hey, do you wanna stay over?"

You definitely weren't prepared for that question. "Stay over?" You parroted dumbly. "Also, you have an Opera Glasses review printed out?" Your hand gestured to the sheet of paper pinned to the wall.

Changmin's head turned and he abandoned the wardrobe to walk over to you and his desk. You pressed yourself against the wall to the side to give him space to look. "Ah," he said with a boyish grin, "that was yours, wasn't it?"

"How the hell could you tell?"

He leaned in close to you, bracing an arm above your head. The smell of his shampoo was strong and you came to the realization that he was still in a bathrobe. His tongue darted out to wet his lips. "You don't think I could tell what your writing voice sounded like?" He asked, his voice suddenly lowered.

You inched forward, a dare. "Are you gonna get dressed, Changmin?"

His smile widened. "I could," he teased.

"Hey! Can you guys close the door or keep it down? Some of us are single and have math homework!"

Both you and Changmin laughed at Chanhee's outburst even though your face was definitely heated up.

Changmin took advantage of your unassuming state and pressed his mouth to yours, tasting your laughter on his tongue until you could only taste his in return. It was a dizzying sort of kiss, his arm still above you and his other curled around your waist.

When he pulled away, he bit his lip around a smirk. "I'll get changed now."

Criminal. Absolutely criminal.

He indeed got changed. And so did you. Apparently, he was being serious about you staying the night, and soon enough, you found yourself buried beneath his covers and swept in his very clingy arms. Not that you were complaining; he smelled nice.

You and Changmin laid facing each other in the darkness of his room. Round spectacles sat awkwardly on his nose bridge since the side of his face was pressed against the pillow, but he said he wouldn't take them off until he was just about to drift off.

"Yn-ie."

"Hm?"

He giggled, turning over and reaching over the side of his bed for something. You were about to question what he was doing until he quite literally shoved his wretched Chucky doll into your face.

"What the flying fuck—" You glared at the toy and its creepy stitched face. You had been startled by it, but you had grown used to it after having to deal with his obsession with the damn thing in the last two years of high school.

Changmin hugged the abomination to his chest as he snickered loudly.

"I thought you got rid of that thing."

"You clearly don't know me well enough."

You began to sit up and make a show of throwing off the covers. "I'm leaving—"

"Wait, wait, wait!" He blubbered, grabbing your upper arm and yanking you back down onto the bed next to him.

He leaned over you, his Chucky doll still tucked in the crook of his arm, as Changmin pouted. The glasses were practically sliding off his nose and his hair was sticking up in the back. What a duality. "I don't want you to leave."

"I'm not cuddling with Chucky, Changmin."

"But—"

"I will go ask Chanhee for an extra blanket."

Changmin's pout contorted into a scowl. "I'll murder him."

You wanted to laugh at the ridiculousness of this conversation. "I think you need to go to sleep."

He flopped back onto the bed next to you, reluctantly setting Chucky back down on the floor next to the bed where the wretched thing had been hiding this whole time. You suppressed a shiver.

Finally able to breathe easy, you settled back into Changmin's arms. He tucked you against his chest, his chin settled on top of your head. You felt him shift as he took his glasses off and reached behind him to set them on the nightstand.

You were just drifting off to sleep to the melody of his heart beat when: "Yn?"

"Hm?"

His lips pressed to the crown of your head. "I missed you."

You knew what he meant. You pressed a kiss to his chest and heard the shuddering breath that fell from his lips. "I missed you, too."

EPISODE SEVENTEEN (EPILOGUE): [ON OUR TERMS]

THE problem with the restaurant was that it reminded you of something like the word "home". The sign above the door was made with some common font that one could find on Microsoft Word and you were pretty sure they only took cash, too. There was a reason you had chosen this restaurant in particular, and it was because you thought that eating at a place with your comfort foods would, well, comfort you. But you had been staring at the front for a minute or two now, and you weren't sure it was working.

From beside you, you felt someone take your hand in his. "We don't have to go in," said Changmin, his expression blank and reserved as he looked at the eatery, but softened a considerable amount when he looked over at you.

Your mother was waiting for you in there, somewhere. You wanted to finally talk to her—maybe make some peace with yourself. You'd told Changmin about it, and he insisted on coming as moral support.

You squeezed his hand and he squeezed back. "I can't just not go, Changmin."

His touch was gentle as his thumb grazed over the back of your knuckles, just as gentle as his voice was, "You don't owe her anything, Yn. You deserve an apology from her and you deserve closure, but you don't owe her anything. Not after what she put you through."

You were quiet for a moment and your free hand brushed over the hollow of your throat where the tightening sensation was.

Changmin added, "I'll support whatever decision you come to."

You considered the restaurant again. It had always held a great amount of significance and comfort for you. Did you want to ruin that with a potentially sour conversation? For all you knew, this could end incredibly poorly.

But… there were some things that needed to be done.

You steeled your resolve. "Ready?"

Changmin, all dapper in his dress shirt and pants and styled hair, flashed you a dimpled smile. "Whenever you are."

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Redemption of Love - Chapter 4

SUMMARY: Choi Chanhee—better known as the Phantom of the Opera, has dominated the Paris Opera House with his lifelong partner, Christine Daae, for years. Until one fateful day, an incident forces them to be separated and never to be reunited again.

Decades later, you have begun your journey here at the famous opera house with the help of your fiancé, Lee Sangyeon. After several performances, it was then that you would come face-to-face with the renowned phantom himself, and he is determined to never let you go again, convinced that you were his long-lost partner whom he has not seen in many years.

It is now your choice to make. To give your heart to the once-forgotten phantom? Or to stand firm and marry the love of your life.

PAIRING: phantom of the opera Chanhee x singer f!reader x fiancé Sangyeon

GENRE & WARNINGS: phantom of the opera au, angst, supernatural, thriller, crime, fluff, time travel, reincarnation, major & minor character deaths, otome, pg-13

WORD COUNT: 2,635

A/N: and we're back with the series! im so sorry that it took me forever to update this, but im slowly getting back into it so pls bear with me as updates will be slow 😭 but i promise you she is not forgotten!! 💗

“Say, what makes you so attached to this Opera House?”

The male looked down upon the female lying peacefully in his outstretched arms. As the girl turned to focus all her attention on him, he couldn’t help but smile at the love of his life.

“Well for one, I built this place and have been residing here ever since. My dream and goal was to spread my love for music and performing after all,” he responded before planting a light kiss on the female’s forehead. 

“Was it your dream to ever make it this far? I mean, it has become one of the most famous theatres in Europe at this point.” 

“No, I have not. I am beyond grateful for everything that has happened up till now, and it is also thanks to you that made all of this possible.” 

The female immediately blushed before hiding herself in the crook of the male’s neck. “Stop, you know that’s not true.” 

“But it is,” he chuckled before gently pulling the female away as he locked his eyes with hers again. 

“I love you. Please stay by my side forever.” 

“Likewise. I love you too, Chanhee.” 

Chanhee? Who exactly was that—

“Y/N!!!”

You were returned to reality the moment you arrived in your dressing room. It must have been a long time running through the countless mazes to find your way back to the surface. Just when you thought it would be impossible to find your way back, that vision you just had suddenly flashed across your mind, something you couldn’t explain in words even if you wanted to.

Who exactly were the two people lying down on the field of grass in your vision?

More specifically, who was the man named Chanhee?

Before you could process your thoughts, you were greeted by the sight of your fiancé, who stood with his eyes wide open and jaw ajar, shocked to see you were back just like that. 

Sangyeon immediately pulled you in for an embrace, hugging you tight and making sure not to let you go anytime soon. 

“Where have you been, Y/N? We have been looking for you for two days straight!” 

Two days? You were gone for that long? 

Sure, you were glad to be back with your fiancé, but this time, you must ensure your message got across to Sangyeon. Pushing him away slightly, you grabbed both of his shoulders before staring right into his eyes.

“Sangyeon. Please. You have to believe me this time.” 

It has been several days since you returned to the Opera House, and things have been pretty quiet. Unfortunately, you weren’t able to convince Sangyeon once again even though you managed to recite all of your experiences from the beginning till the end—how a mysterious man emerged from the mirror and took you down into the depths of the underground Opera House, and how there was a maze full of passageways, up to the man’s lair down below. 

You tried your best to voice your concerns to the rest of the cast members of the Opera House, including Avaleigh, but to no avail. Nobody was going to believe your little stories—thinking that you were beyond exhausted to have come up with such hallucinations. 

Because of that, you decided there was no point in trying to prove everything, and you quietly resumed your performance for a couple of weeks. 

Until Madame Indivus finally made her grand return today. 

As all of you were rehearsing for the next show, the doors to the theatre burst open, revealing a rather upset Madame Indivus stomping her feet as she made her way up onto the stage. 

Immediately, she walked right up to you before pointing at you furiously, screaming at the top of her lungs. “What exactly is this mere country girl doing here? This is my show, my role!” 

Flustered, you couldn’t say a word until Mr Arnaud and Mr Arquette had to step in to talk things out with Madame. It was pretty obvious that the whole conversation wasn’t looking that great—it was a rather heated one, to be exact. Mentally, you were already preparing for the worst to happen, and sure enough, it was right for you to do so. 

After that uneventful discussion, both Mr Arnaud and Mr Arquette had no choice but to put you on backstage duty as Madame insisted that she was to have the lead role for the rest of the season and that you were in no way to take a step close to her at all. 

Upset would have been an understatement for you, especially when you have worked so hard to land the lead role yourself for the past few weeks. It was stripped off you almost immediately after you had not been under the spotlight for long. 

Depressed, you acted as if everything was alright as you continued your job backstage, giving the cast as much support as needed. 

At least I am still given a place here at the Opera House.

Little did you know that someone lurking behind the shadows was absolutely furious with the sudden change of plans. He was going to make sure that you got back up on stage, even if he had to choose violence himself. 

The hall was once again filled with way more spectators this time, especially when the infamous Madame Indivus was now back as the lead star of the Opera House. There was no doubt that both Mr Arnaud and Mr Arquette were glad to have her back despite her manipulating the two owners most of the time.

You could only sigh as you arranged the props from backstage, thinking that your little glamorous era had abruptly ended just like that, and you’d never get to be back on stage anymore while Madame Indivius was here.

To make matters worse, Madame Indivus most likely seemed to be about getting her revenge on you since you “stole” her spotlight. Every time she returned backstage, you had to quickly fetch her a glass of water and polish her newly designed shoes for the performance. 

As much as you could defy her, you weren’t ready or wanted her to make a ruckus, which would affect all the crew members. Instead, you brushed it off while the anger within you slowly started to bottle up. 

Avaleigh tried her best to help cheer you up—encouraging you that you’ll just have to wait for the storm to pass, and it’ll be fine. You could only return a weak smile as you knew that she had to look out for you while focusing on her role as a dancer. 

In a blink of an eye, the show had already reached its climax, and Madame Indivus was about to head back out to stand at the centre of the stage to sing her final piece for the night. However, she would only receive countless murmurs instead of a standing ovation with her final performance for the night. 

A horrible and loud croak came out of her mouth instead of her singing the song, ruining the entire piece simultaneously. It was clear that Madame herself was confused with what was happening, but she decided that the show must go on.

In reality, the croaking sound only got worse and louder, and eventually, one of the curtains from the side of the stages came crumbling down and made a loud thump as it fell directly on the stage. 

The murmurs were now slowly turning into screams, and the audience was rightfully starting to panic and ready to leave the hall immediately. 

Madame tried to call them back, but only the croaking sound would emerge from her throat. It was as if her vocal cords had completely betrayed her. Terrified, Madame too ran backstage and straight down the hallway to her dressing room, leaving behind a whole ruckus and chaos to unfold within the Opera House. 

There was no way this could go on, for the Opera House’s reputation could be ruined forever. Just as you were taking in everything unfolding in front of your eyes, you were suddenly tugged on the shoulder by someone before you were dragged out to the stage.

“Child, you listen to me very closely right now. Go out there and give your best performance and stop the chaos,” you said. Turning back, you saw that the voice belonged to Madame Matilda, the one in charge of the dancers. 

“B-But, it’s all a mess right now! I don’t think singing would do-”

“Just listen to me and do it!” Madame Matilda silently screamed before she pushed you right onto the stage, gesturing you to start immediately without wasting another second. 

You weren’t too sure about what to do in the situation you were in—singing when the audience was leaving the hall in a panic state? You have got to be insane for doing that. 

But it seemed as if Madame Matilda was persistent, and she wouldn’t take no for an answer. She continued to wave her hands to cue you to start singing out loud at this moment. 

Taking a deep breath, you mustered up all of your courage and began to sing out loud, hoping that this could calm the audience and all the crew members down. 

Think of me, think of me fondly, when we've said goodbye. Remember me once in a while - please promise me you'll try. When you find that, once again, you long to take your heart back and be free - if you ever find a moment, spare a thought for me

Sure enough, a few audience members turned their heads back towards the stage to see the former star of the Opera House singing with all her heart and soul without having a look of fear in their eyes. 

As you saw that you have captured their attention, you instantly regain the confidence you once had and continue to proceed. More of the audience began to turn their backs and eventually started filling the hall seats again, wanting to witness the sweet, young singer doing their very best to keep the show going. 

You weren’t too sure what was going on. Still, you definitely felt that your voice was getting louder each second and that your angelic voice was becoming a lot more prominent as you went on—turning the frightened look on all of the audience members into a smile. 

Soon enough, you finished the performance without fail and received a standing ovation from the now-filled hall. The audience was clapping harder than they had done in your previous shows and for Madame Indivus’s, making you bow profusely and repeatedly to show your appreciation. 

With that, Mr Arnaud and Mr Arquette immediately went to the front stage to address the complications throughout the show and compensate the audience. Meanwhile, it was your cue to finally step down and head backstage, slowly making your way to your dressing room. 

As you opened the door to your room, your eyes widened at the scene before you. 

The long mirror was being pushed open again, leaving a clear view of the dark alleyway you had once been down there recently. A good amount of smoke came out from the mirror—making the atmosphere feel much more eerie than it already was.

And of course, the man with the mask was back—leaning against your chair with his arms crossed as his eyes fell straight onto you.

“Well, it seemed that Madame Matilda had done the right thing,” the man replied as he finally got up to walk straight towards you, making you retreat quickly and move to the side before he could touch you. 

Instead, he walked behind you and closed the dressing room door, leaving you trapped within the room you had always found to be your safe space. Adrenaline instantly rushed over you, and you quickly took a few steps back until your back hit the wall at the room's corners.

“W-Why are you here…?” You merely let out a squeak instead of asking a proper question. The memories instantly came flooding back when you were essentially captured by this guy and brought down to his lair. 

There was just something about him that made your skin crawl. Was it because of his aura or his demeanour? Or was it because he could enter your dressing room easily from the mirror just like that whenever he wanted to? 

Or rather, because you have once taken off the mask and saw the true horrors behind that shield of his? 

As much as you wanted to scream for help this time and especially call out for your fiancé, you just can’t open your mouth and say the simple word. It was as if this masked man had you under control, and you felt helpless in your situation. 

Slowly, the man was beginning to take a few steps forward, and this time, he was certainly walking straight towards you. It was too late for you to move now since you had been potentially cornered by the time he was merely inches away from you. 

This is the end of me.

You could only keep your eyes shut tightly as you kept muttering those words quietly, thinking that there was no escape and that this was where you would meet your demise. 

Or at least that was what you thought. 

“Christine, please come with me. Let me explain everything that has happened. I do not wish to hurt you,” the man pleaded. 

That came as a shock to you as you opened your eyes to see that he wasn’t the scary, creepy stranger that he was when you first opened the door. Now, there seemed to be sorrow in his eyes, and he slumped down as if he were in defeat. 

You weren’t too sure what to make of the situation, but as long as he wasn’t hurting you nor putting you in grave danger, that was all that mattered right now.

“P-Pardon? I really sorry, but I have no idea what you’re talking about-” 

“No no, Christine. You don’t understand…” This time, the man grabs both of your hands into his as he begins rubbing them slowly, intertwining his fingers with yours before tilting his head back up to look at you again. 

“Please…come with me…I need to tell you the truth…” It was evident that tears were beginning to well up in his eyes—as if he was going to crumble down anytime soon. 

“P-Promise me that you w-won’t hurt me?” You asked.

“Never Christine…you’re my one and only love…I’ll never hurt you nor cause you any pain…” the man continued and kept addressing you with that unfamiliar name. 

Given that the man had definitely calmed down, you figured that listening to what he had to say wouldn’t hurt, and you gave him a little nod.

Instantly, the man’s eyes lit up, and he made a little jump in the air, making you baffled by the sight that unfolded in front of your eyes. Enthusiastically, he grabbed your wrist and dragged you down back into the dark alleyway, assuring you that you wouldn’t be gone for too long and he was going to bring you back up again once he had cleared the air between you two. 

In return, you silently pulled a few strands of your hair and dropped them into the passageway—just in case anything happened, and that could be a potential clue to your whereabouts, especially for Sangyeon. 

As you both strolled down the passageway and ended up on the boat just like you had before, the masked man gently placed one of his hands on your cheeks and began rubbing them back and forth before he muttered something under his breath. 

“I’ll make you the happiest girl alive again, my love.” 

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sangyeon

he pauses for a moment and gets caught off guard that he yelled at you too loudly without realizing

he hugs you instantly, putting his left arm above your head

“wait. wait. wait. i’m sorry, did i just do that? im so sorry i didn’t realize how harsh i sounded”

jacob

both of you were arguing about how you weren’t taking care yourself mentally but you didn’t want jacob’s help and he yelled at you

he never acted like this so you got scared and you instantly closed your eyes and your arms covered you

you didn’t hear anything for a few seconds until jacob gently put your arms down and softly stared at you. he hugged you without saying anything

younghoon

you’ve both argued abt small things before but this time he exploded his anger for the first time and you flinched when he yelled at you

“no no no i’m sorry this wasn’t supposed to happen. i’m sorry i’m sorry.”

he quickly walked to you and hugged you while being wrapped around in his arms. he doesn’t say anything but you felt his tears on your shoulder

hyunjae

he had a bad day at work and you asked him for a favor but he starts cursing and yelling aggressively, coming towards you

you’re in a state of sudden shock and fear and you didn’t even notice that you unintentionally flinched

hyunjae’s eyes start softening and he sighed, going to his room. you slightly open the door and see him crying in the corner. you both hug each other and talked it out

juyeon

you were arguing abt smt stupid and he progressively increased his voice without realizing it

it wasn’t very noticeable but you flinched your eyes and scrunched up your shoulders but juyeon noticed it

“hey hey wait i’m sorry, are you okay? ah~ i didn’t even realize i was being so aggressive i’m sorry…”

kevin

kevin would get mad a lot but this time it was genuine. “are you kidding me right now? do you think i’m joking? seriously?”

he kept cutting off your words and his facial expressions got worse and his yells shook the walls

you fall down and start sobbing. he suddenly changed and instantly regret what he did, he starts to cry with you. “sorry i’m so sorry are you okay?”

chanhee

he starts blaming you for forgetting to remind him of something important

you start panicking and feeling bad for chanhee and when he yelled at you, you instantly squint your teary blurry eyes

he stops everything and just stares at you, you could tell he was still angry but he locked hands. “i’m sorry for being too aggressive but make sure this doesn’t happen again, okay?”

changmin

he’s gotten mad like this before but the look in his eyes tells you this was something different, his eyes sharpened and he threw a book on the floor out of anger

you’re speechless and have no words until changmin came closer towards you and you backed away from him

his eyes softened and he rubbed his eyes, he looked sad so you gave him a hug instead and he started crying when you hugged

juhaknyeon

he threw everything that got in his way, a pillow slammed onto the ground, he aggressively threw the remote onto the couch and you started worrying

he comes toward you silently and stares at you. you take one step back and he looks confused. you both lock eyes for a straight ten seconds

he sighs but then hugs you in his arms. “let’s talk about this later, let’s just not worry about anything right now”

sunwoo

he was angry at himself for making a mistake on stage. and he felt even worse bc he noticed you cleaned the house after he made an entire mess the other day

hes been silent ever since he came home. but he quickly ran towards you to ask you to go eat outside with him but you flinch a little

he looks shocked and you start laughing and telling him you were just kidding. “hey~~ that wasn’t funny at all”

eric

opposite to sunwoo, you had an argument about how eric had to keep cleaning your mess everyday around the house and you both kept going on and on about your argument

he starts getting yelling and getting frustrated, he looked intimidating. your heart starts beating really hard due to your guilt and sorry for him. he just death stares at you silently

when he walked towards you, your eyes flinch and he noticed this. he got even more angry but felt like you needed comfort. he sighed “okay but youre going to have clean up after yourself”

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Summary: You love watching your pretty boy cry. Pairing: Chanhee (New) x fem!reader Tropes: established relationship au Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: language Smut Warnings: dacryphilia, brat taming, edging, overstimulation, switch!Chanhee, dirty talk, thigh-slapping, handjob, petty names (pretty boy/ baby), boob job, dry orgasm Word Count: 1,021 Note: Thank you so much to @anyamaris for beta/proofing this February Filth Masterlist Before You Interact Host Tags: @sanjoongie @thelargefrye

Listen to ♡ Baby Boy by Beyoncé (ft. Sean Paul)

“Are you sorry yet, pretty boy?” You nearly purr.

Chanhee sneers at you, though it’s in vain, as he lets a strangled whimper escape his lips a moment later. You chuckle and slowly stroke his cock. You know he wants to cave. He’s far too much of a brat to give in without a fight first. You, however, know precisely how to pick him apart and make him crumble.

“You wish.” He bites, “You can– fuck– try all you want. I’m not apologizing for anything.”

“Those are fighting words, Chanhee.” You warn, rubbing your thumb against his tip, “You sure you don’t want to be a good boy for me?”

He huffs at you, and that’s answer enough for you. You start jerking him off at a fast pace, making him let out a broken gasp. His hips buck up into your touch, hoping to bring him closer to his high. You use your free hand to smack his thigh.

“Watch it, pretty boy. You wanna be a brat you’ll be treated like a fucking brat.” You hiss.

His eyes are shiny and slightly closed from pleasure. You keep your gaze locked on him, keeping a mental log of how close he is. You pull your hands off him entirely when he pulls his lower lip between his teeth. He whines at the loss of contact. His cock stands tall, the pretty pink color shiny with precum and lube.

“Why did you stop?” He pouts, “I was close.”

“That’s why I stopped, pretty boy.”

“That’s rude.” He scoffs.

You raise an eyebrow at him and smack his thigh again, “Brats get edged, and you know that.”

You graze one finger along the underside of his wet cock, watching how it jumps at the contact.

“You ready to apologize for being bratty?”

“If you let me cum I will be.”

You wrap your hand fully around him again. He moans at the feeling. Chanhee’s eyebrows furrow together as his head bows forward. You pull his cock slowly and a bit tighter than you usually do. A whimper falls from his mouth as a bead of precum drips from his tip. You bring your other hand up to play with his tip, wrapping your thumb and forefinger around the base of his tip and turning your wrist. The new sensation makes him moan loudly. Just as his moans get pitchy and airy, you again release his member.

“No,” he whines.

You pout with faux pity, “Oh no, what’re we gonna do?”

“Want–” He cuts himself off with another whimper.

You hear a little sniffle, then process that he’s crying. Wiping your hand off on his abandoned shirt you reach up to wipe away a tear with your thumb. He looks fucking gorgeous when he cries from pleasure and need. Any other time you hate to see him cry, right now, he looks like the most beautifully debauched thing you’ve ever seen.

“You’re taking your punishment so well, pretty boy. We aren’t done, though.”

“Please,” He asks in a sweet tone.

“Please, what, baby?”

“Wanna cum, wanna cum so bad.” He admits, bucking his hips up toward you to further his point.

You smile softly at him. You start playing with him again and allow him to thrust into your fist. Mindless begs, and pleas fall from his lips endlessly. It’s not until now that you realize you’re also quite needy. Your panties are beyond destroyed, but right now, all you want to do is focus on your pretty boy and his cries. Tears stream down his cheeks, making his eyes shiny, as he desperately chases his high.

“I’m gonna– please!” He moans.

“Go on, pretty boy.” You encourage, “Make a mess on yourself.”

He throws his head back as his orgasm hits. More pretty tears roll down his cheeks as he rides out his high. You don’t stop moving your hands around him, either. Even when he starts to come back to Earth, you continue jerking him off. The moment he processes the fact that you’re still playing with him, he starts squirming, trying to stop you.

“If it’s too much for you, you know what to say.” He shakes his head in response, “Okay, pretty boy, if you need to use our safeword, you do it.”

He continues to pant and whine at the feeling. You know a second orgasm is bound to come soon. You let go of his cock for a brief moment, earning a whine which turns into another strangled moan when you engulf his member in your breasts. His cum and the lube works perfectly to allow you to move easily around him. Suddenly, he starts panting harder, small moans interrupting his breaths. His body shakes, and his moans break free. The room is nothing but wet sounds and moans in the air. You finally release him and wipe away some tears again. He lies back on the bed, breathing heavily. Climbing up onto the bed beside him, you carefully check on him.

“You alright, pretty boy? That was a really strong dry orgasm, wasn’t it?”

“‘M okay.” He sniffles.

You smile and lean closer to him. He smiles back sleepily. Brushing a hand through his hair, you kiss his cheek softly.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

“W-what about–”

“Don’t worry about me, baby. I want to take care of you now.”

He sits up slightly, leaning on his elbows. You watch him, but don’t stop him. He kisses you tentatively. Slowly, the kiss grows gradually more sloppy and needy. You moan into the kiss. Somehow, when you pull away, he’s over you. He smiles at you like a cat who’s caught his prey.

“It’s my turn to have some fun.” He says with a teasing lilt.

“Chanhee–”

Your words are cut off by his lips on yours again. You let him do what he wishes with you. You’re in for a fun rest of the evening regardless of what he plans to do with his time. His hands trail over your form while his kisses trail down your neck.

“You ready to play some more, sweetheart?”

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༻༻༻𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗐𝗈 2 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗒!𝗆𝖺𝗒༺༺

Let Mommy Please You - CCH

hope you like this as much as i do. fun fact: this man and i have the same birthday

wc: 2k+

WARNING: slight angst, fluff, smut, traditional 'role'-switching, massage (turned erotic), hand kink if you squint, mannerism reinforcement, finger fucking, missionary, overstimulation, unprotected sex and creampie implication they're married dw, squirting, mention of aftercare, switchdom!chanhee, mommy!chanhee, househusband!chanhee, switchsub!reader, stressed reader, officeworker!reader, fem reader, all fiction ofc

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you should have not gone to work. in fact, you should have quit that stupid job a long time ago. yet, because it paid so well-- and because you refused to let your newly-wedded husband of four months get a job-- you stuck it up. chanhee was more than willing to work; he was a man after all. but you insisted on letting his pretty head and hands stick to doing house work, work you unfortunately had no skill in as a woman. you two weren't the traditional family, and you two loved it that way: chanhee cooks and cleans a good chunk of the house, while you worked at your office job and cleaned what you could on the weekends.

luckily for you, work wasn't too much of a pain in the ass. it still was a pain, however. once your gruelling 8hr work day was over, you swiftly drove home. once you drove into the driveway and pulled out your set of keys, you unlocked the front door to your house after locking the car behind you. taking in a deep breath, you loosened your binding work belt and let your tightened stomach free as you plopped yourself on the couch. one by one you kicked your heels off your aching feet, and you unbuttoned two of your white blouse buttons.

"welcome home~!" your lovely husband chirped all giddy. almost too giddy for you, with him walking towards you from the kitchen from cleaning the stove. once he saw the grimace on your face as a reply to his welcoming gesture, he frowned. "stressful day at work?" he asked you with concern, kneeling down in front of you and taking one of your tired feet in his soft hands.

"yes," you sighed, enjoying the massage chanhee was now giving you. "this feels nice, thank you," you breathed out as he switched to the next foot. you were so into the massage you were receiving that you barely noticed the man picking you up to lay you down on the bed, slowly pulling off your gray work slacks. the next thing you knew, you felt chanhee's soft lips pressed against your left knee.

"what do you need, dear?" chanhee asked, having an alluring view of your panties. you bit your lip, turning your head to refuse answering him. your pride was just too big to answer him right now. once he took off your gray blazer and white blouse, he turned your head to his doe eyes. "i said," he repeated himself rather impatiently, "what do you need, my love?"

"um- uh... could you help me rub lotion on my legs?" you stuttered. chanhee nodded, moving up to grab lotion nearby and massage your legs. your soft sighs of contentment were music to his ears. he poured some of the creamy substance onto his big, soft hands and gently landed them on you; massaging and squeezing your skin. "mmh, that feels very nice," you murmured. watching how you enjoyed being rubbed made chanhee happy, loving how he took care of his beautiful, hardworking wife. "now move closer to my thighs," you ordered.

chanhee tsked, shaking his head. "now, now. where are our manners?"

feeling slightly ashamed and swallowing your pride, you quietly requested again. "please rub my thighs, mommy."

"there we go, my sweet girl is back," chanhee smiled and obliged your request, sliding his way down to caress your calf muscles as well. "these are really soft," he admired as he went lower. you blushed, nodding in agreement. he caressed your inner thigh with his strong yet gentle hands.

all you could do was respond with a small "you're welcome, mommy", gasping when you felt his hands go from your thighs to your heated core. "mommy," you spoke up, "i want you to take away my stress. please me, mommy."

chanhee chuckled at how small you became for him with only a few touches. "of course, since you asked so politely." slowly peeling off your black brief panties, he looked at how wet your cunt already got. he lightly rested his hand on your core, circling your clit. "look at my pretty girl's puffy pussy. so ready to be taken cared of, aren't you?" your husband cooed before immediately inserting a finger into you, knowing good and well how tight your cunt would be without much prep.

closing your eyes in pleasure, you moaned as your hips tried their best to accept what chanhee did to you without jolting up. you allowed him to shove in one long finger, then another, effectively stretching you out until he had three fingers into you, occasionally curling them upwards. you lost control of your voice, letting as you cried out from the lovely intrusion, letting chanhee know exactly how you felt about him taking care of your most sensitive area. your body begged for chanhee to fuck you hard, to make you scream, to tell you that everything will be okay.

chanhee knew you were saying those things to him through your screams. "fall apart for me, baby, mommy's got you," he assured you, rubbing your throbbing clit as you came on his fingers. your legs shook violently as you sent into pure euphoria. as you were regaining strength, sweat glistening from your forehead, your hazy eyes saw your husband take off his clothes one-by-one, neatly folding them after each item and resting them on the side of your shared room. he picked up your own previously discarded clothes and did the same.

once he came back to the bed, you had rested your elbows behind you, seeing chanhee's hardened length softly swing between his legs as he climbed back on the bed. getting close to your face, chanhee whispered. "mommy can't wait to fully please his baby," he said with a smile before pecking your nose. "lie back for me." you shuddered and did as told.

with full confidence and eagerness, the man leaned downwards, placing his lovely face directly above your bra-covered breasts, helping you unclasp the confining material. you didn't even have the energy to open your mouth to plead for more as your husband laid his tongue on top of your nipples.

chanhee knew his wife was growing hungry from your sounds of pleasure and desperation. yet all you could verbalize was begging. "please mommy, i need mommy's cock in here," you moaned, opening your legs to display your wet cavern to the man's lustful eyes. he pulled off your breasts and smirked, his doe eyes darkening to a more siren appeal. pumping himself, he aimed his hot tongue inside of your open mouth. he swirled his tongue in circles in your mouth as he pressed his hard, thick cock into your core. you squealed in the delight of being filled. so warm and comforting. so incredible.

chanhee stroked your hair with gentle strokes as he slowly thrusted in and out of you. reaching your neck, he kissed it tenderly, kissing his way down until he reached your cleavage. chanhee just loved sucking on your breasts; they brought him almost as much happiness as it did with him being inside you. as he fondled your breast and you moaned with every thrust, he suddenly lifted his hand away, instead putting it underneath you, his cock pushing deeper with the action.

a loud moan was forced out of you. "fuck, mommy!" you exclaimed as chanhee took the pace up a bit farther, fucking you intently. hearing you liking how deep his dick was in your cunt, he leaned further unto you until he was chest to chest with you. he pounded into you harder, just to hear you whimper louder.

"hee-.. chan-.. hhh.." your brain couldn't form any words due to all the pleasure you were receiving. eventually, you went beyond speech, panting and moaning loud enough for chanhee to enjoy. holding your tits in his hands, you were powerless to resist chanhee's unrelenting efforts of making you feel satisfied. after a few more thrusts, you came with him still in you. your mind fell numb, body jolting upwards as he kept going.

"i want to please my baby until she begs me to stop," chanhee breathed out, continuing to fuck his still hard cock into your spasming center. you could have pushed him off, said no more, argue that you were tired. but instead you chanted for your husband to keep going, to not stop, to please you.

you were showing him how badly you needed to feel taken care of and filled up, giving him permission to fuck you until he passed out on you. why did you allow him all this? one may never know.

chanhee smiled at how sweetly his wife surrendered herself to him, allowing him to slot a big part of his love into you. he was grateful at how often you'd remind him that you gave in to him, just so he would have something to thank you for. it was simple; in that moment, chanhee would thank you for showing his love.

you enjoyed the feeling of chanhee's cock plunging in and out of you, remembering how good he could fuck: always careful not to hurt you, constantly trying to stretch you in all ways possible. loving how close he always stayed to you, pressing his ear right next to your sensitive chest. slowly wiggling his hips, going from the deepest angle possible to shallow, from shallow in and out motions back to fast and deep angles, building up steam again. finding your sweet spot, your throat burned as you yelled, attempting to express what you needed; telling him to keep doing what he was doing because it felt so damn good. "please, please, please. mommy pleaseee," you whined, desperate to communicate to your lover.

as if he could read your thoughts, chanhee nodded, asking for one more minute to fill you up. he gazed down at you with intense desire, taking care to memorize every feature on your face and every sound you were emitting. he wrapped his arms around you as he continued to slide in and out, taking every ounce of pleasure that was given to him from your continously spasming walls. he tried to hold himself steady, but the feelings building within were too powerful, rushing through him as fast as he was filling you up. you came along right after.

chanhee pressed a loving kiss against your forehead, wanting nothing more than to bask in the afterglow of your orgasms. slowly moving from your face, chanhee lowered himself down your body, spreading your legs wide and settling between them. gently touching your swollen lips, he placed a single kiss on your exposed, reddened flesh as you yelped. "so pretty, mmh?" he awwed, kissing each inch of your gorgeous flushed skin with adoration. "were you pleased, baby?" chanhee lightly nipped your shoulder as he went up again, asking you for a response; which you hummed weakly.

wrapping his arms around your sides, chanhee started circling your clit, knowing it was how you always ended up cumming for him when you both finished a session. no matter how much you resisted or cried out, he just kept at it, continuing to circle your sore bud until your hips rolled unto him in uncontrollable waves. "ughh, mommy," you sighed as your face contorted in ecstasy. out of nowhere your juices soaked your thighs and flowed out of you quickly, welcoming chanhee to eat you up with his lips-- licking, nipping, nibbling, sucking as you whimpered.

"my sweet, sweet baby," he praised you, hands roaming around your quivering pelvis. "so hardworking. let mommy please you until you fall asleep, hmm?" as if on cue, your eyelids dropped closed, knowing you wouldn't be able to answer him. listening to your peaceful slumber as he teased you with gentle kisses on your mound and your lower lips, he went to the bathroom get some wipes.

[ericsprincess]

take your time and turn off the lights

nc-17, Choi Chanhee/Reader, drunk sex, sexual exploration, fingering

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Your best friend wants some education. 

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“Can you please get a move on finally? I’m gonna pee myself,” whines Chanhee, leaning on the wall outside of your apartment, while you’re bent over in front of the door. You’re squeezing the key between your fingers, if only the keyhole stopped dodging. Chanhee is being of no help, well, except the fact that he’s holding your bag and heels in one hand, his bedazzled Hello Kitty vape in the other and has a dumb remark on everything. 

You’re both drunk, coming home from your monthly besties night out. It is a years long tradition for you and your best friend - on the first Friday of every month, you both doll up at your place, while sharing a bottle of wine, trying out outfits and putting on makeup. Then you hit up a club, both with no money on you - the objective is to just dance, have fun and let men pay for your drinks. But neither one of you intends to pick up a man to go home with - you can do that any other time, but this is an evening just for the two of you. So you stick together and leave the club together when you’re tired, crashing at either of your places for a sleepover. 

Today, you picked a club that’s closer to your place, that’s why you’re currently fighting with the lock on your apartment door. You had a really good night, you danced your shoes off, both with Chanhee and various hot men that caught your attention. Chanhee did the same, and judging by how drunk you both are, you both got plenty of attention (and free drinks) tonight. Maybe even a bit too much - at some point, Chanhee suddenly stopped dancing and dragged you off the dance floor to one of the sofas scattered around it and pulled you to chill down on it. As you were catching your breath from the dancing, you looked up at Chanhee with a question in your eyes. 

“There was a guy, I didn’t like how he was looking at you,” he explained. Ohhh. Makes sense. You haven’t noticed anyone, so you were glad Chanhee was looking out for you. 

“Wanna make out to make him jealous?” asked Chanhee and you nodded, giggling, since you are always up for mischief like that. Chanhee smiled at you, you closed your eyes and seconds later you were tasting sweet cocktails on his tongue. You spent a lot of time just making out, enjoying the alcohol buzz, loud music and the warmth of another body. 

Now you’ve finally managed to open the door to your apartment, almost falling over when the lock unexpectedly clicked. You throw your jacket on the hanger, while Chanhee yells “Dibs on the bathroom!” and immediately runs there. You snort and go to the kitchen to make both of you a cup of tea to sober up a bit. 

You bring the cups to your room, while you hear the shower running. Chanhee has been to your place a million times, so he’s here like at home and doesnt need to be treated as a guest. You start taking off your clothes, preparing for your own shower, while sipping on the tea. You take off your makeup and just at the time you hear the shower being turned off. 

“I left you some hot water, because I’m that nice,” Chanhee walks out of your bathroom in your fluffiest bathrobe (that’s actually yours, not for guests), drying his hair with a towel. “Also I used your shampoo and it’s really good, so if you are missing the bottle tomorrow, don’t ask me about it.”

He looks up at you and stops in his tracks. “Oh, you’re already undressed.” He looks you up and down. “Nice lingerie. Did you plan to pull? You should have told me,” he asks, but his tone is strange.

“No, I just felt like dressing up,” you reply and hand him his cup. “Here is your tea.”  

“Thank you. Do you want to watch something or are we just going to sleep?” he asks.

You take a second to consider the options. You are ok with watching something, but you’re so tired from dancing and alcohol, you will probably drop 5 minutes into the movie. It’s been a long evening. 

“Up to you. But I am probably falling asleep very soon,” you laugh. 

You leave him in your room and go take a shower. The hot water falling over you is soothing and it makes you want to sleep even more. You quickly wash and dry yourself so you can run to bed. 

When you enter your room, Chanhee is already laying in your bed under the covers, scrolling on his phone. You drop your towel, looking for some panties and pyjamas. You’re never shy around your best friend and it’s not the first time you’re naked around him, so you don’t pay it any attention. He’s focused on his phone anyways. 

Finally, you find some clothes and get into the bed, poking Chanhee to budge so you can fit next to him, warm and cozy under the covers. You lie down and you feel so comfortable - alcohol buzz pleasantly ebbing off, you’re freshly showered and finally in your bed, even next to another warm body, which always makes you sleep better. 

Chanhee puts down his phone on the nightstand, turns to your side, huddles close and hugs you from behind. A bit unusual since he’s not big on cuddling, but you’re not complaining - you would not refuse any additional comfort now. 

“Hmmm..you still drunk?” you mumble into his arm. 

“Not as much..you?” he asks. 

“Less, too… But I’m really sleepy,” you reply, accompanied by a yawn. You fidget a bit to burrow deeper into his arms.

“We had a nice evening, didn’t we?” Chanhee asks, silently. His free hand, the one you’re not lying on with your head, is laid on your waist, petting you gently. He moves it to lightly rub over your belly. 

“Hmm..yeah,” you’re not even thinking much over the reply. You really did, as always. It’s not even a question. 

“You looked really pretty today,” he continues. “Actually, you always look really pretty. It made me realize a lot of things, lately..”

“Like what?” you mumble, already half-asleep. 

Chanhee hesitates. He slowly moves his hand up under your pyjamas, over your naked breasts.

That wakes you up. 

“Chanhee?” you ask, confused. You can feel his quickening breath. 

“Can I?” he asks, without any explanation. And maybe that’s okay - maybe you don’t need one. Maybe the explanation would not change your answer anyways. 

“Yeah,” you breathe out, almost shivering in anticipation. You’re not quite sure what you’re agreeing to, but it’s your best friend and you know you can trust him with anything. If he wants to explore your body, he’s welcome to do so. 

Chanhee slowly rubs his hand over your tits, feeling up your hardening nipples with his fingers. He squeezes one of your breasts, then the other and goes back to playing with your nipples, until they are fully hard. He pinches one and it makes you wiggle, since you’re too sensitive, and you put a hand over his to let him know. He understands immediately and lets it go, circling his finger around it in apology. 

Letting your breasts go, Chanhee moves his hand higher, running the tips of his fingers along your collarbones. He leans his head a bit forwards and kisses your neck. You sigh in content. 

You’re starting to get aroused from the touching, feelings emphasized by the alcohol. Everything feels hot, Chanhee’s body behind you, his hand on your body, even his breath on your neck and you don’t have enough self-control to fight it. 

And it seems you’re not alone in this. You shift a little and that makes you bump into his hard cock with your ass so you push against it a bit and he gets the hint and moves closer. He’s not humping you, but you still like feeling his hard cock press against you insistently.

And you also really like to know that he likes it, that just touching your body makes him this hard.

Chanhee, however, ignores his erection and focuses on kissing and sucking hickeys onto your neck, while moving his hand under your pyjamas, touching, groping where he can reach and you’re getting so wet from it, you’re slowly losing your mind. You’re breathing heavily and you’re holding onto his other hand that’s embracing you. 

It’s almost torture, but you’re not going to ask him for anything. You want him to go at his own pace and if that means he might not want to do more than what he is doing right now, then you’re okay with that. Even though your panties are completely soaked. 

Thankfully, you’re in luck tonight. Chanhee’s hand moves downwards, brushing past your belly. His fingers stop at the waistband of your pyjama pants. 

“Can I?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you breathe out impatiently. “Please, touch me..”

“But,” he hesitates. “Y/N… I-I’ve never… I don’t know if it will be any good...”

“It doesn’t matter,” you put your hand over his and push it under your pants and panties. “I’ll help you, if you need it.” you reassure him. 

Just the warmth and touch of his hand over your pussy is heavenly. He slowly feels around, pushing two fingers between the lips and finding out how wet you are. Maybe you are imagining it, but you would swear his breath hitches. 

He slowly rubs up and down, spreading your slick all over your pussy, making his fingers glide over your skin easily. He quickly finds your clit and gently rubs it, and it feels so good you whine at him to not stop. You’re even moving your hips a little to make it easier for him. 

He’s being gentle but firm, rubbing your clit in steady tempo, nothing quick and brutish like other men use to. Your orgasm is slowly building up and you know if he continues, you could come like this. 

Inexperienced? Maybe, but definitely attentive. 

But before you can actually get too close to coming, Chanhee has other plans. He shifts his hand further, touching around your hole, fingers right at the opening. 

“Please,” he breathes out into your neck, where his face is still firmly put, no doubt all red and aroused himself. 

You just hum in agreement, too out of it to speak, and he pushes two fingers in and whines. You realize that now his hips are really moving against yours, rubbing his cock on your ass as he’s trying to get at least some relief. 

He pulls them out and pushes back in and repeats it few more times, trying to fuck you like that, but the angle is not great in this position and he seems to realize that too. He can’t go too deep nor too fast like that. He lets the idea go and pulls them out definitely to get back to rubbing your clit and you’re almost thanking him. 

And now that he’s getting the hang of things, you can tell he’s not playing anymore. He’s rubbing your clit with perfect pressure and good tempo, clearly with the sole aim to get you off. 

You’re moving with him, barely realizing it, just giving into the feeling. You’re starting to whimper and moan as you’re getting closer and he quickens the tempo, not wavering even though his hand must be starting to hurt at this point. 

When you finally come it hits you like a truck, you’re almost spasming and he has to hold you firmly against himself as he keeps rubbing you. He slows down only when he sees your orgasm is finally ending, not wanting to overstimulate you. 

You blink, suddenly getting hit by reality. You would have never expected tonight ending this way, getting fingered and gotten off by your best friend, you think while catching your breath. 

But it’s not like you’re complaining, not in the least.

You put your hand behind yourself, on his hard cock leaking through the pyjamas, but he stops you. 

“Not now,” he says. 

“Tomorrow, if you still want to. When we’re sober.”

“Okay,” you nod and turn back so he can spoon you again. Now it’s a bit awkward, since neither knows what to say and you can feel his boner pressing against your ass. But at least, your tiredness is finally overcoming you, especially after having an orgasm. You yawn again. 

 “Let’s go to sleep?” 

“Okay…Good night Y/N,” he burrows his nose into your hair and holds you tight.

“Good night, Chanhee,” you close your eyes.

A minute passes in silence. 

“Thank you,” he whispers. 

And then you sleep.