#featuring / xiaojun

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[joocomics]

1k followers celebration event — ⌞⌗ wayv drabble⌝

𓂃⠀𓈒 soft!dom!xiaojun x fem!reader

genre: smut ( 18+ ) ── 0.4 words

request: “poor baby, all fucked out and i’ve barely even touched you” + squirting

✎… sub!reader, unprotected sex, edging (f!rec), praise kink, pet names, squirting

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“Baby, look me in the eyes,” Xiaojun speaks at you; his voice softens with each passing breath, laced with what sounds like true admiration. “There you go, such a pretty girl… I love when you look at me like that.”

The corner of his mouth slides up just for a brief second as he’s currently distracted by your tight grip, but you still catch it; even though your attention span has never been weaker as it is now.

“All of you,” you plead, blinking up at him with needy eyes, “please, baby…”

For a moment, both of you look at each other, aware of the intensity of the moment - after all this teasing by half of his cock, one deep push is all you need.

Xiaojun shifts his focus first; staring down where your pussy is holding onto the head of his dick tightly and pulsing for more. Every time he pulls out only to slide his soaked tip back in, there's lewd squelching noise filling the small kitchen, reminding him of your scorching desire.

He wants to make this last just for a little bit longer, but your gaze is so desperate… so urgent.

“How can I ever deny you a thing?” His sensual gaze fixates back upon your squirming face; the feelings that your next expression cause inside his chest are indescribable.

A mixture of bliss and disbelief paints your features the moment he finally glides all the way through your walls, meeting your g-spot just the way you wanted to.

“Holy fuck!” Xiaojun groans as your own sounds of pleasure rapidly rise out of control. “So damn tight, baby… so perfect…”

His fingertips, slim, marked by your arousal, swipe your trembling lips as you barely manage to mumble that you’re going to cum, seconds before his digits stop to rest on your flat tongue.

And then, it happens before you even have time to process it - the buzzing sensation suddenly overflows your body in a strong warm wave causing you to shudder, but also - to wet yourself and the table with transparent juices.

“Shit—“ Xiaojun smirks softly, but his quiet voice gets suppressed by your whining.

The second the intense stream stops, he invites himself right back inside you; now, the sounds erupting from you in the rhythm of his thrusts are louder, slipping out even clearer as his drenched cock glides back and forth, creating another knot of tension in your core.

When he looks away from your wet folds, he sees that you’re barely holding yourself up on the edge of the table; your eyes are squeezed shut and your mouth keeps falling open from your weakening whimpers; your arousal drips on the floor.

He's not rushing nor strengthening his motions, but you're melting down in front of his two eyes as though you're having an orgasm for the very first time in your life.

“Poor baby,” Xiaojun caresses your cheek with the knuckles of his hand, “all fucked out and I’ve barely even touched you.”

And he’s right.

He still hasn't taken you to the bedroom to fuck you the way he usually does - faster paced with knees bend to your chest.

Not even five minutes later, he pulls out, watching you squirt some more.

Once again, it shows him how little of his touch it takes for you to fall apart.

! please do not repost, copy or translate my works

! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise for any mistakes i’ve might missed

[hencheri]

Imagine wayv maknae line gangbanging reader? (noncon) ALSO MORE MEAN DOM XIAOJUN?

▸ 18+ mdni. | warnings. gangbang, noncon, physical violence.

yangyang didn't have any mean intentions. not at all. upon seeing you, he just thought about your face and the harmony of it. your hair, how it dripped over your shoulders. and your cleavage, a gold heart pendant sitting on your chest.

he liked how you looked and how polished your appearance was. it felt like looking at an angel, stomach churning at the mere sight of a beautiful girl like you.

maybe he had a few dirty thoughts. like how perky your nipples would be without your top on, or how plushy your thighs would feel in his hands.

but that's when he realized he shouldn't have stared at you for so long, xiaojun and hendery noticing what — or rather who — had caught the youngest's attention.

yangyang has always been aware of the foul way his friends treat girls. to be honest, just hearing them talk makes him uncomfortable sometimes. especially xiaojun.

he says things in such a nonchalant manner it sends shivers down yangyang's spine. the evil gleam in xiaojun's eyes when he explains what he wants to do to you is enough to alert him that he might be serious this time. it's always followed with hendery's laugh, turning everything into a joke.

he's learned to smile along with his friends' laughs, bashfully looking away as what was said made his cock jump more than once.

yangyang isn't like them, ideas like these don't occur in his mind. at least it isn't frequent. but xiaojun and hendery are his closest friends since literally forever, so perhaps the scene happening in front of him doesn't frighten him as much as he pretends to.

you're sobbing so loud he wonders how nobody still hasn't heard anything coming from the dark alleyway they're in. hendery holds you from behind, his hands wrapped around both of your arms. he's looking over your shoulders, watching xiaojun coming closer to you as he keeps you from moving away.

xiaojun lifts up your top, revealing your stomach, heaving up and down rapidly. "give me your cig," he tells yangyang, looking at your skin, pretty goosebumps all over it.

"... what?" yangyang hesitantly mutters, but he clearly heard what his friend said. he just doesn't want to believe he's going to do what he thinks he will.

"give it to me," he repeats, now shooting him a glare.

he hears another one of your sobs and takes the cigarette out of his mouth, still lit up, passing it to xiaojun. he does just what he thought he would.

xiaojun presses the burnt end onto your stomach and you let out a scream that will surely stay in yangyang's mind for a while. xiaojun could only describe it as the most beautiful and truthful sound he's ever heard.

hendery holds you from squirming too much, keeping your back against his chest. "how does it feel?" he whispers into your ear, his breath brushing over your neck making you wince. "hm?" he encourages you to answer, a little too eager.

"it hurts!" you cry out, and of course it does. but you obviously don't see it in the right way.

"dejun, come on..."

it makes the oldest roll his eyes, huffing out. "what?" he says, visibly irritated. "think you're better than that? than us?" xiaojun turns to yangyang, looking at him like he's missing the point — the whole sense of it. "i know you better than anyone else, yangyang."

he stares at him one last time, "leave if you want."

the smile on xiaojun is big when yangyang doesn't leave, but also gets driven by his own deepest desires — the very ones he swore he didn't have.

his cock is filling you up entirely, thrusting back and forth inside of you with his arm wrapped around your torso, holding you up. yangyang's eyebrows frown as xiaojun twists your hair around his fist, raising your head up so your leaky eyes meet his.

your angelic features are ruined, drippy mascara dusting your cheeks instead of your red blush. yangyang's partially the cause of it, even before he pushed his length in your pussy. you were destined to be ruined the moment he laid eyes on you.

[mrkis]

cherry red. (x.dj)

PAIRING: xiaojun x fem!reader GENRE: smut WORD COUNT: 707

SYNOPSIS: you didn't expect to see one of your favourite colours between your legs.

CONTENT WARNINGS: established relationship, oral (receiving), mentions of hair pulling, praising, 'princess', 'good girl' and 'pretty girl' is used,

AUTHORS NOTE: for @thetypingpup. not a long fic, but its something... attack me with mark and i attack right back (with love) <3

Sharing in conversation with Xiaojun about how you adore the colour cherry red wasn’t supposed to go any further than that; just a simple conversation. 

The deep and intense hue of cherry red easily captures your attention, standing out among the other colours that are present. Sometimes, you can associate it with love, evoking feelings of passion and romance. Other times, it embodies desire and lust, igniting a sense of intensity and yearning.

When mentioning this, you didn’t expect anything to come out of it, and you didn’t pay too much attention to the way Xiaojun’s eyebrows raise as he absorbs your words, a look of curiosity and wonder displayed across his features, deep in thought as you continue talking about other topics. 

But, here you are, a day or two later, finding yourself lying across your shared bed with your legs spread, Xiaojun’s hands keeping you still as his head of newly dyed cherry red hair is between your legs, tongue slurping at your arousal that seeps into the sheets below. 

“Tastes so sweet,” He practically purrs, pressing a quick kiss to your clit in adoration. “Always tastes so sweet for me, don’t you?”

His gaze shifts up, eyes locking with yours, hair tickling the insides of your thighs and he lips curl into a grin, watching as your body reacts to his touch and how he relaxes into yours when your fingers thread through his hair to tug at the roots, the vibrations of his moan sends a shrill up your spine.

“Please,” Your voice, barely a whisper, speaks out. 

“What are you begging for?” Xiaojun asks you as he presses his mouth to your skin, leaving gentle kisses in his path. “I’m giving you everything you want. I always do.”

You don’t exactly know what you’re begging for, but you can’t seem to stop, the words tumbling from your lips like a broken record and he chuckles, leaving one last kiss to your thigh before he licks between your puffy folds and presses his mouth back to where you need him most, hands sliding around your legs to put his fingers to use, spreading your folds wider apart to swirl his tongue around your entrance.

You wail, clenching around nothing, hands gripping his hair tighter as you grind your hips against his face for more and he gives in, pushing two of his fingers inside and massaging the warmth of your walls as his tongue keeps up the pace, sucking and slurping to feel your legs tremble around his head.

“Look so pretty from down here, princess. So pretty, aren’t you?” He compliments and you hum, but the non-verbal response isn’t enough to please him and you gasp loudly, head thrown back against the pillows as his fingers press down on a particular part inside and how his mouth sucks a little harder at your clit. “Say it, pretty girl. Tell me how pretty you are from this angle.”

“I’m pretty.” You’re quick to agree.

“How pretty?”

“So pretty,” The whine at the end of your voice is what pleases Xiaojun and he smiles, beginning to pump his fingers at a speed that has your toes curling and grip on his hair tighten, back arched and skin sweaty as his mouth resumes in licking and sucking at the spots that sends you teetering over the edge of your orgasm.

Xiaojun knows well when you’re close, knowing your body like the back of his hand. He’s studied the ins and outs of you, maybe he even knows you better than you know yourself which is why he continues his movements, keeping the pace the way it is, adding a few extra flicks of his tongue over your clit to hear those sounds that makes him feel proud.

Unable to hide the smirk on his face, he watches as your body seizes up as you cum, squeezing around his fingers and sucking him in so tightly as your hips buck, airy gasp and whines leaving your lips as bliss hits, fucking yourself on his fingers despite him already helping you ride it out.

“That’s it,” He praises so endearingly, kissing your puffy folds as if he would your lips. “Let it go, princess. Good job. Good girl.”

©𝗠𝗥𝗞𝗜𝗦

[planetkiimchi]

worth the wait | x.dj

featuring: best friend!xiaojun x reader

summary — xiaojun has been your best friend for all of 10 years, but it’s only lately that he’s started to notice how jealous he gets when you hang out with people that aren’t him. but despite your best efforts, he remains oblivious to your feelings for him.

author’s note: MY SMAU DEBUT WHO ELSE CHEERED! this also serves as a teaser for keep me close, a xiaojun fic that i’ll be hopefully writing soon. i guess this kind of has some spoilers for that, but this can also be read as the “smau version” of the full fic :) @winterchimez please humbly accept my offering 🙏

wayv taglist: @kangtaehyunzzz, @raevyng, @moonkyeom

general taglist: @slytherinshua

[yuta-nakamots]

Regular - H.Hendery

Pairing - Hendery x Female Reader, Hendery x Female OC (Indrani), featuring Xiaojun

Genre(s) - Fluff, Angst, Smut, University!AU, friends to lovers, lovers to ???

Warning(s) - breakups, smut, cursing/swearing, depiction of depression, Hendery has rotten food in his refrigerator, toxic relationships, clubs, protected sex

Summary - Addiction can come in many forms, sweeping its victims up in a storm and leaving them weak beyond their imagination. Hendery’s addiction was not a common one that could simply be diagnosed, yet you set out to be his doctor, wanting to cure him before he went off the deep end.

Word Count: 9.3k

Author’s Note: my dear Indrani @ncteaxhoe, I am sorry for doing your character dirty but I hope you enjoy being the girlboss that wrecked Hendery

Taglist - @k-vanity @neocity-net (fill out this google form if you'd like to be added!)

Written for the Addictions Collab originally hosted by @127-mile. Part of my NCT: Seven Deadly Sins Collection.

Now Playing: Regular - WayV, RUNRUNRUN - Dutch Melrose, Breakin’ Dishes - Rihanna, toxic till the end - Rosé

The quiet ambiance of the campus library was your favorite environment to study in. Students and staff milling about combined with the sounds of nature coming from outside the rigid building helped to calm your mind from the chaos of classes and assignments. You often preferred to study alone, but you didn’t mind when Xiaojun joined you since he, too, enjoyed the peaceful mood of the library. 

It was yet another day of plugging through worksheets and essays with Xiaojun sitting across from you on the other side of the pale wooden table. You had fallen into a rhythm with the task you were currently working on but were rudely distracted from it when a third person joined your table. They plopped their backpack heavily on the table, causing it to shake, and loudly pushed the chair before promptly collapsing into it with a sigh. 

You glared over at Hendery, the source of your lost focus. He had already begun spacing out, so you knew he felt no remorse for disrupting your studies. You shared a look with Xiaojun, conveying the dismay from Hendery’s arrival and the tinge of familiarity from this situation. Xiaojun cleared his throat to grab Hendery’s attention, “some of us use the library as a place to get work done, you know.” 

“Oh, sorry,” Hendery apologized while straightening up in his seat. “Was I too loud?” 

At least he had the conscience to recognize these wrongdoings. “You weren’t too loud,” you spoke up, “but loud enough to bother me and Xiaojun.” 

“How long have you guys been here?” Hendery questioned. 

You turn on your phone to check the time. “Around an hour. What took you so long?” Normally, the three of you would meet in the library to study together since your classes ended at the same time, but it wasn’t unusual for someone to get held up with something or have other obligations. 

“I was hanging out with a girl from my interior design class,” Hendery shared. “I think I mentioned her to you guys before.” 

“Indrani?” you recall, remembering her name from the Instagram profile that Hendery showed you recently. 

He nodded. “That’s the one. But anyway, we went and got food from the campus center, and then I walked her to her last class of the day.”

“I don’t like where this is going,” Xiaojun warned, already seeing where Hendery was projecting towards. 

“Ugh, fine. I have a crush on her, but so what?” Hendery had just broken up with his previous girlfriend barely even a week ago, and yet he was now making moves on another girl. This was no shock to you or Xiaojun, though, because Hendery had done this before. More than once. 

You shook your head. “Don’t you think it’s a little too soon?” 

“For what?” He seemed oblivious to the fact that he was already pursuing a new relationship right after ending one. 

“This isn’t regular, you know. To break up with someone and then immediately go after someone else.” It wasn’t unheard of, but it definitely was not a common occurrence. Most people of your age know better than to be used as rebounds and know that it takes time to heal from relationships. 

But everyone heals differently, as Hendery had once brought up before. “And who are you to judge me?” Hendery argued. “I can do what I want in my relationships, and you can do what you want in yours. I just want to experience things while I’m still young.” 

Xiaojun chuckled to himself. “You say that as if you’re going to age drastically within the next few years. You’re not going to die when you turn twenty-five, dude. Relax a bit.”

“But then it’s time for my quarter-life crisis!” Hendery exclaimed. Your eyes met Xiaojun’s once more while Hendery went on about how your twenties are supposed to be your golden years or something of the sort. 

Yeah, Hendery was definitely not okay.  

Xiaojun > name a more iconic trio

8:05pm: are we still planning on going to the party on saturday? 8:05pm: i didn’t finish all of my homework yet and i’m debating on staying up later to get it done if we are gonna go

Hendery > name a more iconic trio

8:07pm: i’m gonna go no matter what so it doesn’t matter to me

Y/n > name a more iconic trio

8:10pm: where is it at?

Hendery > name a more iconic trio

8:11pm: the flyer said the club like two blocks away 8:11pm: i forgot the name

Y/n > name a more iconic trio

8:13pm: yeah i guess i’ll go 8:13pm: xiaojun you still have time though 8:13pm: it’s only wednesday you know 

Xiaojun > name a more iconic trio

8:17pm: right but if i don’t finish stuff now then i know i’m going to end up forgetting about it and i know i’m getting assigned more stuff tomorrow too 8:18pm: so like if i don’t do it now then everything is just going to pile up 8:18pm: and then i’m gonna be swamped on friday trying to get everything done before saturday

Hendery > name a more iconic trio

8:18pm: dude we get it lmao 8:19pm: i swear sometimes i can feel your anxiousness through the screen

Y/n > name a more iconic trio

8:19pm: so i guess xiaojun is staying up late tonight lol

Xiaojun > name a more iconic trio

8:19pm: sadly

Hendery > name a more iconic trio

10:58pm: if anyone wanted an update on me and indrani 10:58pm: things are going good :) 10:58pm: she just sent me a nude if that says anything

Y/n > name a more iconic trio

10:59pm: HENDERY HUANG WHAT IS GOING ON

Hendery > name a more iconic trio

11:00pm: chill we’re just casual

Y/n > name a more iconic trio

11:00pm: WHY ARE YOU SEXTING HER 11:00pm: YOU BETTER NOT HAVE SENT AN UNWANTED DICK PIC 11:00pm: ID BE SO EMBARRASSED TO BE YOUR FRIEND

Hendery > name a more iconic trio

11:01pm: … 11:01pm: what is that supposed to mean 11:01pm: actually nvm i don’t want to know 11:01pm: she initiated it first though

Y/n > name a more iconic trio

11:02pm: did you send anything back

Hendery > name a more iconic trio

11:04pm: yeah ofc  11:04pm: i’m not just gonna leave her hanging

Y/n > name a more iconic trio

11:06pm: dear god…

Y/n > Xiaojun

11:07pm: he’s worse than we thought

Xiaojun > Y/n

11:13pm: i hope he knows his intentions 11:13pm: and that he makes them clear to her 11:14pm: but knowing him i doubt he has

Y/n > Xiaojun

11:15pm: he did say that they’re ‘just casual’ 11:15pm: idk what that means though 11:16pm: i wouldn’t call sexting casual

Xiaojun > Y/n

11:20pm: yeah i wouldn’t either 11:21pm: i mean unless she’s just like him 11:21pm: but he’s going to want to date her

Y/n > Xiaojun 

11:30pm: he wants to date pretty much any girl that gives him attention 11:30pm: disgusting 11:30pm: i hate men

Xiaojun > Y/n 

11:36: :’(((

Y/n > Xiaojun 

11:40pm: you’re okay i guess

Xiaojun > Y/n 

11:48pm: :D 

Y/n > Xiaojun

11:51pm: okay no but like 11:51pm: he really has been people-hopping 11:51pm: i don’t think he’s had more than a few weeks between his last three girls

Xiaojun > Y/n

11:58pm: yeah this one was the shortest turnaround too 11:58pm: but i guess we just have to wait and see where he goes with this

Y/n > Xiaojun

12:04am: it’s going to be the same thing 12:04am: and you know it

Xiaojun > Y/n

12:06am: you’re probably right 12:06am: how much do you wanna bet he’s bringing indrani on saturday

Y/n > Xiaojun

12:07am: nothing because i don’t have money  12:07am: but we both know she’s coming at this point

Xiaojun > Y/n

12:12am: honestly yeah 12:13am: it would be a surprise if she wasn’t with him 

Sure enough, when Hendery walked through the door of the club on Saturday night, he had his arm around Indrani and wore a smug smile on his face. Indrani wore a tight-fitting black dress that showed off her cleavage and curves, attracting the gazes of many men in the club. You nudged Xiaojun and pointed over to where Hendery was talking to a few of his other friends near the entrance. “Of course,” you muttered, in no state of disbelief. 

“She looks nice. Maybe you can try talking to her and see what’s up,” Xiaojun commented. 

“Yeah, I will. Once Hendery gets drunk enough to forget that he came with someone,” you add. He had brought so many girls to these events that he often ended up having to ask you or Xiaojun whether he was with someone that night or not. 

You found your opportunity when Hendery wandered over to the beer pong table and jumped in on a team match. Sliding up to Indrani in a booth seat, you settled down next to her and introduced yourself with a smile. “Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, too. Hendery has mentioned you before,” Indrani shares. Her gaze was enchanting, and you knew exactly how she had fallen into Hendery’s grasp.

“Only good things, I hope,” you said with a chuckle. 

Indrani nodded as she took another sip from the colorful drink in front of her. “He told me about your chat with him and Xiaojun.” She paused to look over at the beer pong table where Hendery was gearing up for his turn. “I’m glad he has friends like you and Xiaojun in his life. He needs it.” 

You could tell Indrani meant well. The way she looked at him with so much passion and adoration. She didn’t deserve this. Hendery didn’t deserve her. The more you talked to Indrani, to more you saw just how sweet she was and how head over heels she was for the unfortunate excuse of a man that is Hendery. 

“You know, Hendery isn’t really the nicest guy sometimes,” you start. You wanted to warn her before she gets her heart broken like the others before her. Countless tears spilt for him, all for him to move onto the next target of his obsession. “I’m not sure if he has clarified the extent of your relationship yet, but to us, he said it was just casual.”

Indrani’s grip on her drink tightened just the slightest bit. “That’s okay, we haven’t decided on anything official just yet. We only just met, so I don’t want to pressure him into anything serious before he’s ready.” She was too kind.

“I get that, but listen,” you turn to face her in the booth, “I don’t think he’ll ever be ready for anything serious. If that’s what you’re looking for, I suggest looking somewhere else.” 

Her brow furrowed upon hearing your words, but before you had the chance to explain further, the beer pong table erupted in cheers. You both switched your gaze to the table where Hendery was celebrating in victory as the opposing team started downing their shots. He broke away from the crowd of people that were spectating the match and made his way over to the two of you, greeting both of you by name before offering a hand out to Indrani. “Care to dance?” 

You slid out of the booth to allow Indrani to take Hendery’s hand with a giggle as he guided her to the dance floor. “Think about it for a bit,” you called out to her, half-knowing that your words would be lost between the music and her tipsy state. 

Xiaojun’s eyes locked on yours from across the room, showing that he, too, had been observing the situation. You made your way over to him, weaving in and out of the sweaty bodies until you stood shoulder to shoulder with him against a wall in a quiet corner of the club. Both of you watched your friend feel up the beautiful woman in his arms before Xiaojun broke the silence between the two of you. “Chances of him taking her home tonight?” 

“You’d be a fool to think he wouldn’t.” You both knew Hendery’s habits better than anyone, which meant you knew that the couple would end up twisted between Hendery’s sheets before the end of the night. 

“Well, we know what happens at the end of this story,” Xiaojun says, as if reading your thoughts, “wanna head home?”

Xiaojun drove you home in comfortable silence, only his RB&B playlist and the quiet purr of the car’s engine filling the space. You had kept your eyes on the road for the most part but turned to Xiaojun as you came up with an idea. “What if I could fix him?”

“What?” You had Xiaojun perplexed.

“What if I could fix him?” You repeated.

You saw Xiaojun lift a brow, though he kept his attention on the road. “Fix Hendery? What do you mean?”

“What if,” you started slowly as you tried to figure out how to word your next statement, “what if, after Indrani, I show him that there’s more to life than girls and sex.”

Xiaojun was hooked now. “How would you go about that?”

“Look, I haven’t thought it entirely out yet, but I’m thinking-”

“Never a good sign,” Xiaojun interjected.

You scoffed, “as I was saying, maybe I get Hendery to fall for me next, and I keep him on a break from sex so maybe, just maybe, he’ll start to find himself outside of all the parties and relationships.”

Xiaojun hummed in thought as he turned onto the street of your apartment. “I like that you have good intentions, but I’m not sure that it’s the best method to go about helping him.” He slowed the car down to a gradual stop outside of your building. “Would you really be willing to take your friendship with him that far? It could ruin you guys.”

“Perhaps, but think about it,” you persevered, “he always says ‘it’s just casual’ so we could keep it ‘just casual’ too, you know? And if it’s ‘just casual’ then surely we could stay friends throughout it all. I mean, what’s the worst that could happen? He’s not my type, so there’s no way we would end up together.” 

Xiaojun shrugged. “I’m only saying this as a friend to both of you, but maybe this is an issue for Hendery to figure out on his own-”

“But he’s not! He doesn’t even recognize that it’s an issue!” 

“Hey,” Xiaojun interrupted, trying to calm you down, “you can try if you want, but if this goes badly, that’s on you, and I won’t be choosing sides if it does.” 

“Yeah, yeah I know,” you grabbed your things and opened the door, “I just want to help him before he goes off the deep end.”

“The deep end being?” Xiaojun peered over at you with one arm propped up on the center console. 

You threw your hands up in exasperation. “I don’t know, I just want him to be regular again. I want him to be our Hendery again.”

Xiaojun called out your name before you closed the door. “He still is our Hendery. I’d trust that a good friend would know that friends stick with each other through their ups and downs.” 

“I am. That’s why I’m going to fix him.” You closed the door a little more forcefully than you wished, yelling a quick apology to Xiaojun before heading into your building.

Friends don’t let friends lose themselves. You weren’t going to let Hendery go down this path. 

Hendery showed up to lunch on Monday as chipper as ever, filled to the brim with details about how his night with Indrani went after the party. He began eagerly telling you and Xiaojun all the filthy details of the escapades despite being seated at a small table in the middle of a little garden within the music department complex. 

“She was an absolute dream, the way she deepthroated me and man, she’s so good with her tongue. Just thinking about it now makes me want to call her up and fuck her senseless. I may have been an ass type of guy before but after seeing her tits, I think I’ve changed my mind. She screamed my name so loud-”

Hendery abruptly paused, causing you and Xiaojun to snap back to reality after dissociating from all the sensual ramblings of your friend. Hendery’s eyes were glued to something over your shoulder, making you turn around. You couldn’t help but let out a hefty sigh as you saw Indrani making her way toward the three of you. 

There were only three seats at the table, so you excused yourself early so that she could have your seat. Indrani’s face flashed something of hurt, likely thinking that you didn’t appreciate her presence. “I’m going to class,” you inform the group before turning to Indrani. “It was nice to see you again.”

As you head off through the hallways of the building, you hear fast footsteps behind you. “Hey, wait up!” Xiaojun called. “Can’t believe you would just leave me with the two of them like that.”

You let out a laugh, thinking about the way Xiaojun’s cheeks had turned red while Hendery was recounting his activities. You tried to give an excuse for leaving him with the two lovers, “wanted to get a good seat for once.”

“You never pay attention in this class,” Xiaojun teased, rolling his eyes for extra sass. “Are you still thinking about your little plan to ‘fix’ Hendery?”

You hummed a slight “hmm,” feigning innocence before telling him, “I did, a tiny bit.”

“And how’s that going for you?” Xiaojun inquired.

“I figure that instead of an outright fake relationship type of thing, it would be more like a crash course on dating.” Xiaojun looked at you quizzically, not sure how you were going to pull this all off. “I show him how to treat a girl right and show him that it’s not difficult to do. Things like buying them flowers, texting them goodmorning instead of taking them home after the first date, sending dick pics, you know the gist.”

Xiaojun slowly nodded as he followed along. “So how are you going to break up the sex fiends?” 

“Oh, I won’t need to do any of that.” You knew Hendery well enough to predict his behaviors. “They’ll be broken up within the next week or so, I’m sure of it.”

And sure you were. Just as predicted, during the following week, as you joined the two boys for your regularly scheduled lunch at the music department, you saw the cracks forming in their relationship. Hendery was again spilling the details on the nasty sex he had with Indrani, this time in the back of his car. 

Aside from all the usual visual images he depicted, he also left little side comments that confirmed your suspicions. “You guys should have seen the way she took my cock all the way into her throat. I swear I’d marry her just for her throat if it wasn’t for the way she has all those stuffed animals in her room. They creep me out. Bunch of eyes staring at you while you’re naked and fucking their owner senseless.”

You shoot him a look, thinking about your own stuffed animals back home. “There’s nothing wrong with having stuffed animals, Hendery. Some of us like to have joy in life.”

Hendery scoffed at you. “They’re just so childish though, like the way she keeps texting me and asking what I’m doing, where I am. She’s so clingy, I’m not sure how much longer I can put up with it.”

Xiaojun’s eyes met yours as he took another bite of his sandwich. You shared a knowing look, both knowing what would happen in the following week. However, you had to put up your act as normal, trying to convince Hendery to stay with this girl and that maybe he finally found his match and should settle down. “Surely there must be something else you like about her besides her throat.”

Hendery paused from all the criticizing and sat back a little to think. “I like her style, the way she dresses. She always wears such tight, small shirts it’s like her tits are asking to be held and slapped.”

Xiaojun all but choked on his water, nearly slamming his water bottle back on the table. You laughed at the scene in front of you. “Well, I guess that’s something. How about anything not related to her body? There’s got to be a reason why you liked her in the first place.”

“I like that she doesn’t complain.” That was a start. “She doesn’t complain when I tie her up, when I blindfold her, she likes everything.” Back to square one. 

Even though it was Hendery’s choice to break off his little fling with Indrani, somehow, he ended up seeming worse off. The following week, he fell into a slump and failed to answer most of your calls and texts to him, along with Xiaojun’s. You waited until the weekend to finally go over to his apartment and have an intervention of sorts. 

Knowing Hendery, he was likely neglecting everything, including his classes, the cleanliness of his apartment, and his hygiene. You were not at all surprised when Hendery opened the door, albeit after five minutes of calling his name and banging on it, with no shirt on and his hair a mess. 

You barged into his apartment without a second thought, simply set on cleaning him and his place up and setting him back on his feet because this was getting to be pathetic. “Hendery, how long have you just been…doing nothing?”

He exhaled heavily. “Whatever day it was that she left me.” 

“No, no, no. She did not leave you. You dumped her,” you made clear. “But dumping someone is not an excuse to let yourself go like this. You have classes to go to and assignments to turn in. College is not just some fuck-fest. You’ll survive without some girl slobbering on your dick every damn night.” You made your way into his bedroom and started to analyze the mess that had accumulated.

“But I don’t want to do anything,” he whined. 

Rolling your eyes at him, you got to work throwing his clothes from the floor into his hamper and sorting trash into a pile. “Go get me your trash can and put your laundry in the wash,” you ordered, pushing the already full hamper towards him. 

He threw a tantrum like a child would, but eventually fetched the plastic bin from the kitchen, and you heard sounds of him turning on the washing machine. By the time you had finished cleaning a large portion of his bedroom, there was already another pile of clothes waiting to be washed. All your effort made you want to lie down on the carpeted floor, but your common sense said to fish his vacuum out of his closet and put it to use before doing that. 

Hendery had not been helping much aside from watching you and doing as told, which was theoretically better than simply lying in his misery and letting things continue to get worse. “Do you have water or something cold I can drink?” you asked, beads of sweat starting to build up from how much you were moving around. 

“Uhh, I haven’t been using the refrigerator for a while…” Hendery trailed off, refusing to meet your gaze.

“For fucks sake, do I have to clean that as well?” It was like he just totally stopped functioning as an adult. 

You dragged him to the kitchen and commanded him to start putting away his clean dishes that were sitting out on the counter and then wash the dirty ones festering in the sink. Once he was working, you made the mistake of throwing open the door to his refrigerator. 

Your nose was met with the pungent odor of stale food. It was so strong that it forced you to go outside for a few breaths of fresh air. “Men are disgusting,” you muttered before heading back inside and lugging the half-full trash can back to its place in the kitchen.

After nearly four hours of cleaning, folding clothes, and reorganizing the refrigerator, you lay in Hendery’s bed next to him while basking in the success of the day. Being his maid was so tiring that you started dozing off and probably would have fallen asleep too if Hendery had not broken the peaceful silence. “Thank you for coming to help me. I really do appreciate it.” 

“You’re welcome,” you sighed. “I just hope I don’t have to do this again.” 

“I hope so too.” The air seemed to still as if waiting for what Hendery had to say next. “How about we date each other?”

“No.” You were shocked by his proposal but responded almost immediately. You didn’t think he would fall into your plans so easily, much less of his own volition. But you should have known better. The man wasn’t just addicted to sex, he was addicted to relationships, he was addicted to the feeling of being wanted by someone, he was addicted to the pursuit of love and lust.

“Come on, please?” You shook your head. “Why not?” he insisted. 

“I don’t want to,” you stated dryly. 

Hendery rolled over to face you. “But it makes so much sense! We’ve been together for so long, and you care about me enough to come and do something like this. Surely there must be something special between us.” 

Mirroring his position and staring him in the eyes. “Yes, and that something is called friendship,” you responded. “I don’t want to ruin it.” 

“I could make you so happy! I know what you like and what you don’t like in a relationship,” he pleaded. Upon seeing your flat expression, he decided to continue further. “I know you’ve been wanting a boyfriend for a while now. Just let me be-”

You cut him off with your lips on his, effectively stunning him and stopping his desperate whining. “I’m giving you one single kiss. Take it or leave it.”

“But now I want more.” He pouted and looked at you cutely, something he often did when you had a snack that he wanted. 

The demon inside you decided to go crazy for a bit. Pulling him in for another kiss, Hendery quickly escalated it. His tongue was pushing its way into your mouth, and you begrudgingly let him but made sure he knew that by biting his lip when he pulled away to breathe. “Watch it,” you warned. 

“Okay, okay. Sorry,” he quickly apologized before going back in and kissing more gently this time. He respected the boundaries set and allowed his lips to mold with yours, following your lead. It felt good to be kissed like this, nearly forgetting just who you were kissing. You pulled away and flopped onto your back, suddenly unsure of what was happening. “Sorry, was it something I did?” Hendery blurted.

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong, it’s just…I don’t know if this is the best thing to do for both of us.” You valued Hendery as a friend and did not want to lose him completely if things failed to work out…if things didn’t go according to your plan.

He moved closer, though he made sure to leave at least two inches between his body and yours. “But you felt that, right? You felt how we connected, didn’t you?”

You did, and you hated how easily he could tell. “So what?”

“So, what if we keep things on the low and see where they go. Not like friends with benefits, but we can start slowly and make our way up to being a more official couple, you know?” No, you did not know, but you wanted to get out of his apartment before anything else happened.

“Fine. We’ll see where things go, but don’t think I’m going to be easy on you just because we’re already close,” you threatened before picking up your belongings and leaving the scene of this emotional crime. “I don’t want sex, I don’t want pictures of your dick in my messages, I just want a regular guy, Hendery.” 

“Regular,” he repeats, “I can do regular.”

In the first week of your arranged situationship, Hendery had been as regular as he could be. He bought you lunch, waited for you after your classes, gave you his jacket when you got cold, and even bought you your favorite candy bar for a little support before a test. None of this was really new to your relationship, though, all of it being things he would already do just as a friend, albeit not this frequently. 

When you and Hendery showed up to lunch one afternoon with his arm slung around your shoulders, Xiaojun knew something was amiss. He looked between the two of you guys before quickly packing up his belongings and standing up, muttering under his breath, “no, no, no, I am not getting left alone with a rabid couple again.”

But truth be told, you were amazed with how well things were going. Hendery hasn’t had another girl over to his apartment since the day you came and cleaned up for him. You would know if there was someone else because you had started spending more time at Hendery’s place than your own. It only made sense since his was much closer to school than yours. 

Despite all the time you spent with him at his apartment, you didn’t let your relationship with him progress as quickly as you knew he wanted to. You knew what he wanted, and you knew to keep him on the edge. You had already set a ‘no sex’ rule that Hendery agreed upon for the first month, but he already was finding loopholes around it. 

He would take pictures of you, your ass, your tits, anything you would show to him so that he could save it to get off to later. Yet you never gave all of yourself to him. You were never fully naked around him and stayed strict to your rule even when Hendery was kneeling at your feet, cock hard and begging to be set free from his sweatpants, just as he begged you to let him fuck you senseless. 

The furthest you had let him go was eating you out and you sucking his dick. All the countless times he ground his erection into your folds and pleaded to let him in threatened you to give up, but you refused. You weren’t going to give in to him and his addictions so easily. You were going to keep him waiting for the best part of you, make him work for it, make him earn it.

You began to get a sense of just how touch-starved Hendery was become with the way he so eagerly bucked his hips into yours whenever he laid on top of you and the way he fucked your mouth whenever you allowed him the luxury of your warm lips. He would quickly come undone whenever you took the lead and touched his length, running a spit-covered hand up and down and all over his balls. “Please, can I come inside of you, please,” he would beg. 

You shook your head and refused every single time. “Regular, Hendery, regular.” 

“Having sex and fucking your partner is regular!” He’d cry out, but to no avail. 

Hendery practically counted down the days until the one month of no sex promise was over. He felt like he was withering away, and the only thing that could save him was you. He vowed over and over that he would make your first time together special, make it worth the wait. At first, it was just his own anticipation building as time went on, but soon you found that you were feeling the same. The end of your mutual promise fell right after the end of midterms week, and it couldn’t have come at a better time, the way you both needed an outlet to release your academic stress.

Sticking true to his words, Hendery set the mood for the night and made sure you knew how badly he wanted you from the second you set foot through his apartment door. His lips were on yours in a second. Passionate but fleeting as he pulled away with a smile. “Hey.” 

“Hey,” you mirrored as you noticed the shine in his eyes. 

“How was your day?” He knew to always ask how you were, what you were feeling. Something you told him about girls wanting to talk about their problems, wanting to feel acknowledged. 

“It was okay,” you tell Hendery as his hands find purchase on your waist. “I studied really hard for that midterm, but there were still questions I was unsure of…I hope I still did good enough for an A.”

Hendery stared at the way your lips moved while you spoke. He subtly licked his own before speaking. “I’m sure you did good. Don’t worry about it.”

“I know, I know. I just can’t help it when this test can push my final grade up to an A, and I really need it to-”

You didn’t get to finish your sentence before Hendery pulled your body into his, his lips meeting yours with fire and frenzy. At first, you were shocked, but you quickly melted into the kiss with your hands trailing up his sides, onto his broad shoulders, then resting in the curve where his shoulders met his neck. When the two of you finally pulled away, you were both out of breath, lightly panting, and foreheads stuck together. “You know what today is, right?” Hendery asked. 

“The last day of midterm week?” You knew how he wanted to answer, but you weren’t going to give it to him that easily.

“And?” He pressed on.

You feigned confusion, tilting your head. “Friday?” 

Hendery let out a low groan, nearly a growl, as he pulled you in once again, his fingers gripping even tighter at your waist. “You remember our promise, don’t you?”

“Oh, our promise,” you repeat with mocking innocence. “How could I forget about that?”

“There’s no way in hell you forgot about it.” His voice was deep and dark. “Not when you teased me,” he ground his hips into you, showing how hard he was already, “edged me,” you felt his length throb against you, “and made me go crazy this whole time.” He turned you around and led you to his bedroom with a hand on your lower back. 

As you entered his bedroom, you let out a gasp at the rose petals sprinkled on the floor, a trail of them leading towards his bed where a large bouquet of them sat. His hand trailed down to your ass, lightly squeezing it. “Like it?” 

“Hendery, I- oh my goodness, yes! I love it!” You were in shock at how far he took this. Never in a million years did you think the guy who fucked girls in his car after the first date would have such a romantic side to him. The very thought of him going to a flower shop, buying roses, and scattering the petals in his room felt like a fever dream to you. “I can’t believe you did all of this for me.”

Hendery leaned into you, noses nearly touching. “I told you I would make our first time special.” He closed the distance between the two of you as your lips met his again with even more intensity than before. He bit at your bottom lip, teeth scraping the soft flesh as if showing you how desperate he was to have more of you. You smiled into his lips, placing your hands on his chest and slightly pulling away from him but not getting too far. Hendery placed both hands on the softness of your ass, smacking your left cheek as he locked eyes with you. “I’m going to make you feel so good tonight.” 

He pushed you down onto the bed, and you fell on your back next to the bouquet, the other scattered petals shifting around as he joined you. You grabbed the bouquet and brought it up to your nose, inhaling their fresh scent while Hendery crawled up the length of your body, hovering over you. “Smell them,” you tell him, bringing the flowers up to his face. 

He does as told, closing his eyes as he inhales. “Nice,” he opened his eyes again, “but not as nice as you.” He takes the bouquet from your hands before tossing it off to the side and returning his attention to your body. His right hand intertwines with your left while his other hand falls to your breasts. He kneads at it through the fabric of your bra as he plants kisses on your lips, cheeks, and jaw. Slowly, his kisses start trailing lower, starting at your neck, where he sucked and bit hard enough to leave a mark before continuing down to your collarbones. Hendery lets go of your hand, wanting to use both as his fingertips snuck under the hem of your shirt, continuing upwards until he found your soft breasts once more. He massaged them gently before pulling back and sitting on his knees to take off his shirt. 

You followed his lead and took your shirt and bra off, leaving your top half bare and vulnerable. Hendery grabbed both of your thighs, spreading them so he could settle down in between them, pulling you right up against his clothed cock begging to be freed from his pants. “See what you do to me?” His voice sent sparks through your body, and you felt your wetness begin to pool in your panties. He leaned down to kiss you once more, letting his torso rest against yours, bare skin sticking together as he rutted his erection into your clothed core. You let out a moan as he brushed against your clit, causing your hips to jerk up into his. Hendery groaned at the sudden friction, and his hands pinned your hips down. “You’re making me go insane.” 

“Maybe that was the point,” you say with a sly smile, bucking up into him once more. 

Hendery’s eyes fluttered shut briefly in pleasure. When he opened them next and his gaze locked onto yours, you knew you had unleashed something within him. “That’s it,” he muttered, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your pants and panties, pulling them both down in one go. You pulled your knees together once your clothing was off, feeling the slightest bit shy in front of him like this for the first time. Hendery used this to his advantage, putting your ankles together and holding them up with one hand to expose your bare pussy to him. “You’re so beautiful, dripping and wet just for me.” 

He ran a finger through your folds, making you shiver at his touch. “Look at you, so sensitive already.” He continued sliding through your wetness for a bit until he finally pulled away and brought your legs down, proudly showing you his hand. His index finger was coated in your juices, dripping down into his palm and onto his wrist. He held eye contact with you as he brought his hand up to his mouth, licking from his wrist all the way up to the tip of his finger, making sure to lap up all of you. “You have no idea how long I’ve been dreaming of this.” 

His hands fell to his jeans, palming at his aching cock before unbottoning his own pants and swiftly taking them off with his underwear. When he sat on his knees once more, you finally got to take in the sight of his full naked body. His hair stuck to his face, covered in a slight layer of sweat, his light casting shadows upon his chiseled chest and abs, his dick hard and swollen, the tip red and already covered in precum. 

Your walls clenched around nothing, already anticipating the feeling of his length inside of you. Hendery ran a hand through his hair, mouth slightly parted as he took in every detail of your naked body. For the first time, he got to see all of you. His closest female friend, entirely nude in his bed and all for him to take. His eyes ran up and down your body as if he were memorizing every dip, every mole, every part of you. “Spread your legs for me, beautiful.” You obliged and parted your thighs while Hendery laid down on his stomach, his face nestling right against your wetness. 

Hendery had eaten you out multiple times before, and you were no stranger to how amazing his tongue felt. You let out a whine when he licked a long stripe up the center of your core, his tongue picking up your overflowing juices. He did it a second, then a third time, wanting to savor the taste of you before continuing. Once he was satisfied, he brought his hands up to your body, the left hooking around your thigh and the right toying with your sensitive clit. Using the arm secured around your thigh, he held you in palace as he started his attack against your pussy, completely ravaging it as his tongue ventured through your folds. His nose brushed against your pelvic bone, occasionally nudging at your clit, making your body jerk around in Hendery’s hold but he held you strong and firm against the mattress as his tongue entered your walls. He ate you out as if he were a starved man and you were the first meal he’s had in days. 

You were so lost in the feeling of his tongue, his strong arm flexing against your leg, that you barely even noticed when he introduced a finger into your core. It slipped past your entrance with ease and worked in tandem with his tongue, stretching you out a little more before he inserted a second. He began curling his fingers, brushing that special spot inside you, making you moan and squirm. His mouth pulled away as he took in the full expanse of your body writhing because of his touch. “Oh, you like that, don’t you?” Hendery marveled at the way your pussy sucked in his two fingers, adding in a third and watching how your hole stretched to accommodate his digits. 

He thrust his three fingers into you, quickening his pace as your breathing grew heavy. His mouth dove back in, his tongue lapping at your clit and your sopping folds, picking up any of your nectar that escaped from your entrance. You felt that familiar heat in your stomach as Hendery continued, but he knew your tells and slowed down his pace. You looked down to the spot where his fingers were entering you and let out a frustrated groan. “More, I want more.” 

“More? Already?” Hendery chuckled. “Look at you, already so needy for me.” He pushed himself up and repositioned himself over you, his bare chest coming into contact with yours once more as his lips made contact with your jaw. “Were you as desperate for me as I was for you? I waited this whole month to fuck you, make you scream my name.”

His lips made their way to yours as his left hand reached over to his nightstand, grabbing a small packet from the surface. When he pulled away, a strand of spit stretched between the two of you as if it were a physical manifestation of the want you had for each other. He sat back onto his heels and ripped open the condom package, tossing the wrapper off to the side before giving you the oiled rubber. “Put it on for me,” he commanded. 

You sat up and aligned the tip with his and slid your hand down his length, unfurling the codom over his throbbing cock that was pulsing in your hand. Hendery’s breath hitched in his throat as your hand made it to the base of his dick then travled to his balls that sat heavy and full. You kissed his covered tip, using one hand to softly pump his length while the other fondled his balls. Hendery moaned at the sight in front of him, his hips bucking forward ever so slightly. He loved the way you touched him and his cock, the way you treated it so gently before it wrecked you from the inside out. 

His hands fell to your shoulder, pushing you back down into the softness of his bed, his left arm wrapping around your head and cushioning your fall. Using his right hand, he positioned his member at your aching hole, and your hands flew up to his chest in anticipation. He ran the tip of it up and down your dripping folds, using your juices to coat him before he slowly pressed into you. You whimpered and your fingernails scratched at his skin as you felt the delicious stretch of his cock entering your tight walls. He let out he most sensual moan as you took him inch by inch until he was fully seated inside of you, every pulse and throb of his dick only arousing you further. 

Hendery propped himself up on his left forearm while his right hand came to rest at your hip, holding you steady as he looked down to where the two of you were connected. “God, you feel even better than I imagined. So tight and warm. You take me so well.” His words of praise made you clench around him, eliciting a huff from him. 

He slowly pulled out until all that was left was his tip before pushing back in. The sound of your pussy enveloping him was so lewd it had you looking away from him. “Hey,” his right hand came to your jaw, forcing you to turn back to him. “Look at me while I fuck you.” Again, he pulled out to the tip and pushed back in, this time with more force. He repeated his actions, picking up speed with each time he shoving his cock into you until his was thrusting at a stable pace. 

His dick felt so good inside you, filling you up in just the right way. You cried out his name when his spongy tip hit the spot inside you that had you shutting your eyes from the pleasure. “That’s right, say my name, pretty girl,” he growled. You felt your orgasm creeping up on you again, wound tight like a rubber band about to snap. Hendery felt you clenching around him. “Gonna cum? Gonna cum on my cock for the first time? Cum on the cock you waited a whole month for?” 

You moaned as his dick reach all the right places, bring you to your edge. “Hendery, I’m gonna-” 

You choked on your words, and Hendery delivered a particularly hard thrust, his balls slapping against you. “Gonna what?” He rasped.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whine, “gonna cum on your cock, all over your thick, juicy, fUCK-”

Hendery sped up his pace, drilling into you and making you see stars. “That’s it, cum for me. Cum on this dick.” Your eyes shut, and walls clamped down on him as your orgasm ripped through you, making your body writhe beneath him. “Oh fuck,” he all but whimpered, feeling the way your pussy fluttered around him in waves as he continued thrusting into you, sending himself over the edge. You felt him fill the condom with his cum, his member throbbing and pulsing with each spurt. Hendery grunted with one final thrust, going as deep as he could, making you gasp at the sensation of being so full and so fucked out. 

Hendery let himself fall onto you, panting, his length twitching inside of you as your orgasm wore off. His head laid on your chest, listening to your racing heartbeat. “How was that?” 

“Amazing,” you tell him, eyes still closed as you come back to your senses, “maybe the best sex I’ve ever had.”

“Was it worth the wait?”

“Well worth it,” you reassure him. Hendery hums in content at your answer while you both catch your breath.

After having sex with him for the first time, it felt like a whole new world was opened up to you. Hendery’s sex drive was insatiable for the entire week after that. He had to have you in any way he could. In the kitchen, on the couch, in the shower, bent over the laundry machine, anything. You were sure his desperation showed while you were both out in public, too, with how he was constantly touching you and biting his lip while he looked at you. 

Maybe you didn’t mind this. Maybe you didn’t mind the way he blurred the lines between friends and lovers. 

You soon followed his actions, all the stray kisses he left when you were least expecting, all the times he grabbed your ass at the end of a hug. You started holding his hand more often, sitting in his lap while he gamed, and kissing him whenever you parted ways. But that’s when you noticed it.

Hendery stopped reaching out to you, he no longer texted you sweet messages in the mornings, he didn’t hold you as tight as he used to, and he stayed out later and later with each passing day. In the back of your head, you knew that this was a possibility, that it was, perhaps, inevitable. Yet part of you was hurt by it, as if you refused to believe that the very thing you set out the fix was now the thing that was keeping you awake at night. 

Everything fell apart when you went with him to another party, thinking it would be a good way to unwind, when you saw him talking to another girl. Not just talking to her, flirting with her, eyeing her up and down, telling her words that he had previously reserved just for you. 

You stared him down from your seat as anger began brewing in your mind. As if feeling your gaze boring into him, Hendery broke away from his conversation with the girl in front of him, eyes sweeping the room until they found yours. You clenched your jaw as he took in your expression. He turned back to the girl, muttering a quick goodbye before begrudgingly making his way back to your side. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you spat. 

“Alright,” Hendery shrugged, “if you say so.” That was it. “I’m going to get another drink. Do you want anything?”

“No. I’m going to go home,” you tell him, pushing yourself up from your seat. 

Hendery remained indifferent. “Okay, suit yourself.”

You stormed out of the party as tears threatened to fall from your eyes. As soon as the cool, night air hits your face, you set them free. You fell to the ground, backsliding down against a brick wall as your hot, salty tears washed down your already searing cheeks. 

How could you have been so naive? How could you have thought you could fix someone so far gone? How could you be so blind to think that your efforts would actually mean anything? 

You felt so many emotions all at once. Anger. Embarrassment. Jealousy. Love.

You couldn’t go back in there. Back to Hendery. Yet you didn’t know what else to do, your hands shaking as you brought your phone up and called Xiaojun to take you home. 

When Xiaojun eventually arrived, one look at your tear-stained face told him everything that he needed to know before he helped you into his car. Both of you sat silently, his same RB&B playlist on, just like that night were you hatched this godforsaken plan. 

You were an idiot for thinking you could change Hendery. 

Days went by without any contact from Hendery. Perhaps he realized where he went wrong, perhaps he was typing an apology to you at this very moment. It was pathetic, the way you kept trying to delude yourself into thinking he would come back to you. 

Y/n > Xiaojun

8:10pm : i need to get out of my apartment 

Xiaojun > Y/n

8:12pm : i’m down 8:13pm : heard one of the clubs is doing a 2 for 1 special tonight

Y/n > Xiaojun

8:13pm : bet

You felt the bass from the music reverberating through your body as you made your way through the crowded bar with Xiaojun. You were thankful that you had him in your life, always there to pick you up when you were feeling down. Yet you couldn’t help but feel the presence of a missing third person whenever it was just the two of you. You pictured his smiling face, the slight dimples on his cheeks, the way his eyes crinkled whenever you told him the simplest of jokes. A ghost of his laughter rang through your ears, and you remembered the way he called your name, except it got louder and louder until it was right behind you. 

You whipped around, expression unreadable as you swam in a turmoil of emotions. “Hey,” he greeted you and Xiaojun, “nice seeing you guys here.”

“Yeah, figured she could use a night out.” Xiaojun said as you eyes stayed glued to the floor. 

“It’s been a while.” Hendery’s hand reached for yours as he spoke, but your ripped it out of his grasp. “Can we talk?”

“About what?” You snapped. Xiaojun looked between the two of you before excusing himself to the restroom, leaving you defenseless.

“Listen, we need to talk.” Just hearing Hendery’s voice was enough to send you spiralling again. “I don’t think this is working out.”

You nodded in acknowledgement. “It’s not,” you croaked out, fighting through the lump in your throat.

“I think maybe we’d be better off as just friends, yeah?” Hendery used a hand to tilt your chin up, his wide eyes finding your teary ones. 

His eyes searched yours while waiting for you to speak. “I don’t think we can go back to being friends after this, Hendery.”

“Hey, no, don’t be like that,” he pleaded. 

“I know we can’t, and so do you.” You shook your head, escaping from his grasp. “This is how you always are, breaking one heart then moving on to the next. I know you’re probably already talking up some other girl, just waiting to get them into your bed so you can fuck them senseless. Hell, she’s probably here with us right now!” Hendery could only stand there as you spilled your heart out. “I just don’t get it. I don’t get how you could be so heartless, so mean…Going from person to person as if their feelings mean nothing to you. I bet you don’t even think about how they feel when you leave. You’re too dense to think of anyone else’s feelings because all you do is think with your dick and nothing else!”

Hendery stood there and watched you talk through your thoughts. He didn’t even flinch when you put your hands on his chest and shoved him away, clearing a path so you could run out of the club as tears began rolling down your face. He stayed rooted in his spot even after you disappeared into the crowd of people. He couldn’t chase after you, not when he knew you were right.

This is who he is. This is his regular. Lust is his regular.

Autoplay: If you enjoyed this, you may also enjoy Say It - X.Dejun

[all-about-kyu]

ʚ♡⃛ɞ Welcome to starlitmark's February Filth Fest hosted by @sanjoongie & @thelargefrye

ʚ♡⃛ɞ I will be posting a drabble or short fic for every day of February based on the prompts provided by the two lovely ladies mentioned above

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Day One: Deepthroating with Rockstar!Sunwoo ʚ♡⃛ɞ

Day Two: Creampie with dilf!Seonghwa ʚ♡⃛ɞ

Day Three: Mirror Sex with Soobin [TXT] ʚ♡⃛ɞ

Day Four: Public Sex with Socialite!Chenle ʚ♡⃛ɞ

Day Five: Auralism & Sensory Deprivation with NSFW Creator!Yunho ʚ♡⃛ɞ

Day Six: Dacryphilia with Chanhee (New) ʚ♡⃛ɞ

Day Seven: Voyeurism with Samoyed!Jeno & Mark ʚ♡⃛ɞ

Day Eight: Experimentalism & Nipple Play with Mingi ʚ♡⃛ɞ

Day Nine: Long Distance Sex & Praise with Idol!Mingyu ʚ♡⃛ɞ

Day Ten: Hate Sex with Hyunjae ʚ♡⃛ɞ

Day Eleven: Somnophilia with Taeyong ʚ♡⃛ɞ

Day Twelve: Mommy Kink with Pixie!Yoshi [Treasure] ʚ♡⃛ɞ

Day Thirteen: Uniforms with Police Officer!San ʚ♡⃛ɞ

Day Fourteen: threesome & ritual with Demon!Juyeon & Demon!Eric ʚ♡⃛ɞ

Day Fifteen: Femdom & Degradation with Jungwoo ʚ♡⃛ɞ

Day Sixteen: Cockwarming with Producer!Hongjoong ʚ♡⃛ɞ

Day Seventeen: Body Worshiping with Jacob ʚ♡⃛ɞ

Day Eighteen: Size Kink with Johnny ʚ♡⃛ɞ

Day Nineteen: Masturbation & Edging with Jongho ʚ♡⃛ɞ

Day Twenty: Soft Dom-Sub & Roleplay with Younghoon ʚ♡⃛ɞ

Day Twenty-One: Aphrodisiacs & Overstimulation with Wizard!Kun ʚ♡⃛ɞ

Day Twenty-Two: Double Penetration with Chinchilla!Wooyoung & Fennec Fox!Yeosang ʚ♡⃛ɞ

Day Twenty-Three: Breeding Kink with Sangyeon ʚ♡⃛ɞ

Day Twenty-Four: Pegging & Feminization with Ten ʚ♡⃛ɞ

Day Twenty-Five: Free Use & Spit Play with San ʚ♡⃛ɞ

Day Twenty-Six: Tentacle Sex with Alien!Kevin ʚ♡⃛ɞ

Day Twenty-Seven: Cuckholding with Xiaojun & Hendery ʚ♡⃛ɞ

Day Twenty-Eight: Predator-Prey Play with Alaskan Malamute!Mingi &Mernese Mountain Dog!Yunho ʚ♡⃛ɞ

Day Twenty-Nine: Gangbang with Idol!Juyeon, Changmin(Q), Haknyeon, & Eric ʚ♡⃛ɞ

𝙲𝙾𝙿𝚈𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚃𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙺 𝟸0𝟸𝟹© 𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝚂 𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙴𝚁𝚅𝙴𝙳 — 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐/𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍. 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍. 

[lowkeychenle]

Musically Inclined [ZCL] Masterlist

Description: Being paired up with NCTU's most popular music major for a song composition project wasn't on your list of 'what-else-can-go-wrong-in-life', but here you are...and finishing the song isn't as easy as everyone assumes it will be.

Pairing: Zhong Chenle x Reader (featuring NCT Mark, NCT Haechan, NCT Jisung, NCT Jaemin, NCT Renjun, NCT Xiaojun, aespa Ningning, & aespa Winter)

Genre: SOCIAL MEDIA AU! :D suggestive, crack, funny haha stuff idk; college au

Release Date: 2024.3.6

Content Warnings: suggestive content, man-hating jokes, kys jokes, etc etc will add more when I think of them; new fic collab with @lowkeyjaemin !!

Notes: follow up smau because the last one was so fun and now i'm done writing it and i'm bored lollll // see more release dates for the chapters and profiles below!

taglist: open! message me or comment to be added🥰

Contents

profiles: ISO: Sugar Daddies🥺 2024.2.24 profiles: NCTU’s most musically inclined🎶 2024.3.2 chapter 1: musically FUCKED ❌ 2024.3.6 chapter 2: I ❤️ MARK LEE❗️❗️ 2024.3.13 + more to come

+ sneak peek at the timeline...

[yunjinpwr]

Et puis je t'ai rencontrée...

student!yunjin x student!femreader

SYNOPSIS : Few days after being back from France, you meet up with your friends at university. Somehow, an important paper fall from your bag… what will happen when Yunjin find it and message you ?

CONTENTS : university smau, non!idol x f!reader, wlw, fluff, strangers to lovers, crack WARNINGS : Heavy language, possible of dark humor, suggective jokes, everyone's gay, homophobia, more will be added in the future FEATURING : Changbin/Bangchan/Jisung (Stray Kids), Shuhua (Gidle), Karina (Aespa), Yeji (ITZY), Xiaojun (NCT), Yeonjun (TXT), OT5 Le Sserafim

START : 26.06.2023 END : 07.10.2023 SATUTS : The end

Title traduction : And then I met you…

PROFILES : Gaypop | Fearless | 3RACHA - CHAPTERS

01. Fuck men

02. Yes please

03. Make love, not war

04. She evolved, like a Pokémon

05. Good idea

06. Tell me you get kidnapped

07. How cringey you are

08. Notice me senpai

09. Pretend to be shocked

10. Despacito

11. I don't think it's fake atp

12. Someone talking about me

13. I'm out, bye

14. Aren't we cute

15. Netflix & chill (suggestive)

16. Top or bottom (suggestive)

17. Never talk to us again (homophobia)

18. Want you to stay alive

19. Let's try tomorrow (homophobia)

20. Pls know how to stop

21. That was not for you

22. Yes fuck school

23. Hey it's my job

24. My home

25. Leave our child alone

26. My cutie little baby

27. Let's do this again

TAGLIST : @captivq | @mightymyo | @yerisdumbass | @impossiblesharkcashrebel | @winieter | @ehcyps | @justme-idle | @kimsgayness | @eunhhh | @awkwardtoafault | @ophersi | @lesleepyyy

[starryhyuck]

hometown blues. (m) — PATREON EXCLUSIVE

pairing: alpha!johnny x human!afab!reader

words: 7.4k+

summary: you fail to recognize the only man you’ve ever loved after he undergoes a life altering transformation.

genre: angst, smut

warnings: twilight universe lore, soulmate!au, slight xiaojun x reader, slight jaehyun x reader, breeding kink, biting, marking, spanking, degradation, squirting, creampie, multiple orgasms

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“You look like you could use a drink.”

A cup is shoved in your direction, and you raise your eyes to see Jeong Jaehyun outstretching it to you. You wrap your cardigan tighter around your frame, your toes dug into the sand below. You smile hesitantly and take the offering from him, despite having no intention to actually drink its contents. He takes the spot next to you, plopping himself down in the sand to watch the waves crash against the shore.

“Where’s your bodyguard?” Jaehyun asks with a chuckle.

You scoff. “Preoccupied, I guess.”

Johnny and Jaehyun were close, being lauded in the town for their impeccably good looks. You didn’t know Jaehyun that well, only catching a glimpse of him at gatherings like this.

“You don’t want to join the circle? Donghyuck’s telling scary stories,” Jaehyun states. Your gaze drifts behind you, where people are sitting by the fire, hanging on to Donghyuck’s every word. The younger boy’s hands gesture about wildly as his peers ooh and aah during all the correct points in the story. “You don’t need Johnny around to have fun, you know.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “And I have a personality without him, you know. It’s simply that I prefer to be left alone, is that so hard for you to comprehend?”

His smile doesn’t waver. “You sure are a firecracker,” he muses. “Say, have you decided what you want to do after graduation?”

The topic has you squirming, afraid to admit you haven’t given much thought to it at all. Mr. Baek offered for you to work at his bait shop full time and you were accepted to the community college only an hour away, but neither of those options seem massively appealing to you. You don’t harness a liking towards being surrounded by fish all day or paying tuition when you don’t even know what you want to study.

You divert the subject. “I assume you’ll be heading to Paris as a model.”

His dimples peek out in full view. “You flatter me. Rome was calling to me instead.” He earns a giggle from you, which is enough for his smile to widen. “Hey, would you be opposed if I took you out some time-”

You gasp when Jaehyun is suddenly tackled to the ground, one hand wrapped around his throat. Johnny’s towering form hovers above him, pinning him down to the muddy sand while water pools around their figures.

“Johnny!” You exclaim, rushing to your feet and running over to him. His startling appearance attracts the rest of the party, who stampede towards the scene. You tug on Johnny’s arm, attempting to tear him away from Jaehyun, but he doesn’t budge.

He snarls down at his friend. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Jeong?”

Jaehyun’s tone is equally venomous. “What you don’t have the fucking balls to do.”

Johnny’s arm swings upwards but before he can permanently injure Jaehyun’s striking features, you grasp his fist as hard as you can. The bottom of your jeans is thoroughly soaked and your feet are screaming at you to take them out of the mud, but you ignore the blatant discomfort.

“Johnny,” you whisper in a gentler tone, heavily aware of the audience analyzing your every move. “Stop, please. Don’t hurt him.”

Your voice seems to be the only thing that knocks some reason into him, and Johnny withdraws his flurry of anger. He stands up, dressed in nothing but a pair of black jean shorts and a loosely fitted t-shirt. Despite the cold nipping at your skin, he’s unfazed by the weather, evidenced by the sweat pouring from his forehead. You move your hand to rest over his shoulder in comfort, but snap your fingers back when you feel the heat sizzling at his flesh.

“Johnny, I think you have a fever,” you say with concern, trying to have him look at you. However, his eyes are still focused on Jaehyun, who lifts himself off the ground with rosy cheeks. “Can you please sit down? I need to check your temperature.”

“If you know what’s good for you, you won’t talk to her again,” Johnny seethes.

Jaehyun shakily sits up, dirt covering his entire backside. He pushes back the humiliation of having Johnny display such a clear power play over him.

“Why? So she can spend the rest of her life waiting for you?”

Johnny moves to attack him but you’re faster, squeezing yourself between the two men and planting your hands over Johnny’s chest. You cup his cheeks in your palm, forcing him to look at you.

“Johnny,” you say in a calm voice, searching for your best friend in the haze of anger surrounding him. You’ve never seen him this prone to violence before, especially over something so minuscule in nature. Jaehyun was no threat to you, and as a longtime friend, Johnny should know that. “Just listen to me. Jaehyun wasn’t trying to hurt me.”

He flinches away from you, lip curled in irritation. He glances around, swallowing when he registers all of the curious eyes on him. He shakes his head, taking a step back from you carefully.

Clarity engulfs him. “I-I need to go.”

“You just got here,” you say with furrowed eyebrows, even though you doubt people would want him to stay after the scene he caused.

His stare shifts from Jaehyun to you once more.

“I’m sorry,” he says, but it’s not directed at the man he assaulted. He’s only looking at you, hoping to convey his regret through his eyes.

Then, he’s taking off, running through the crowd as they part for him. You watch his figure turn into a blur across the beach.

What the hell just happened?

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[completelyjae]

YOU WERE BEAUTIFUL — 肖德俊

࣪ ˖ 𝜗𝜚 pairing: Ex!Xiaojun x reader

ʚ summary: Ex!Xiaojun was mindlessly scrolling through his computer’s file, until he stumbled upon videos and pictures of you two before the breakup, making him reminisce all of your moments together.

genre: pure angst ! (tearing up while reading is appreciated) oneshot, non-idol!au ▸ warnings: mentions of insomnia w/c: 906 words

inspired by ‘You Were Beautiful’ – Day6 and its music video ;) listening to the song while reading will make the experience 200% better!

The light coming from the computer illuminated Xiaojun’s features, casting shadows behind him and making his figure look more sculpted, somehow.

It was late in the night — specifically 2 a.m. sharp, as his clock ticked loudly in the silence — when he decided to go through all the files on his computer, insomnia getting the best of him. He rested his chin in the palm of his hand as he scrolled, trying to search something that was worth deleting.

It was then when a particular file came to his attention, which was saved as the date of your birthday two years prior, followed by an ‘.mp4’. His breath hitched.

With slightly widened eyes, he opened the video, and almost immediately a sense of nostalgia — or melancholy, maybe — hit him upon seeing your face, softly lit by the candles placed neatly on the cake in front of you. A bold ‘happy birthday!’ icing adorned the cake, but it wasn’t it what attracted his attention. It was you.

The both of you were in your living room, the one he spent countless days and nights in. It was bare of any decoration, despite the occasion.

Xiaojun tried to hear the conversation that played in the footage, but the sound was muffled by his shuffling with the camera. All he could make out was him singing to you, followed by a ‘Make a wish, pretty.’, how he used to call you when you two were still together.

As the video went on, the noises began to soften, the sounds almost audible,

‘What did you wish for?’ He asked. Your eyes darted around, trying to avoid his gaze before settling on an answer.

‘Can’t say.’ You replied with a soft smile. ‘It won’t come true if I do.’

The memory flooded his mind, as if it was tattooed on his mind.

The footage shut off, but his mind was too far in his memories to care.

‘C’mon, you don’t really belive that, do you?’ He had asked upon hearing your reply. A chuckle escaped from both of your lips.

After a moment of reluctance, you decided to speak up, ‘I wished for us to be together. Forever.’

He was startled by your reply, but couldn’t hide the grin forming on his face. He went up to you and engulfed you in a tight embrace, one that said everything Xiaojun couldn’t: ‘I’ll always be here for you’. No words were spoken after that. It was just you, and a comfortable silence lingering in the air.

Xiaojun started to wonder. What if you didn’t tell him what you wished for? Maybe, you’d still be together, watching these videos together and reminiscing about the past, excited to experience countless moments like this in the future.

He closed the tab and opened another one, an image this time. It didn’t have a particular name, just the generic ones given automatically when transferring the photos.

It was you, again. He wasn’t sure when the photo was taken, but what he was sure about was how beautiful you were.

Rays of sunlight hit your face softly, making you squint your eyes. Your cheeks were rosy and your lips curled in a small smile, not noticing the photo being taken. Your hair was slightly disheveled because of the wind, but still, you looked angelic. A cone of your favourite ice cream was in your hand, trying to keep it far from your rebellious hair.

Xiaojun wishes he’d taken a video of the moment, maybe from trying to cling onto the only things tied to you.

As he clicked on the next photo, named ‘The love of my life’, he felt tears pricking his eyes. He softly bit his lips, trying not to wake the others up, as he scanned the picture.

It was a picture — perhaps the only one — of you two. The angle made it hard to clearly make out the subjects, as his face was partially cut from trying to take a selfie when he couldn’t see what he was portraying. You were lying on his chest fast asleep, your cheek pressed against his body, making your lips part slightly. Your arms were both around his torso, so tightly as to assure he couldn’t leave.

There was a faint light coming from the other side of the room — probably one of the many film you slept throughout — making your skin glow under such dim lighting.

‘It’s okay,’ he whispered to himself, though his voice cracked. ‘We weren’t meant to be. And if fate allows, we’ll meet again.’

He closed the image, then the computer. The room seemed colder and emptier without the soft hum of the screen. He turned to his bed, now unwelcoming in your absence.

All he wanted was to feel your arms around him again, to hear your soft snores as you slept peacefully beside him.

All he wanted was you.

But as he laid down, staring at the ceiling, a single thought haunted him: would he ever feel that kind of love again? The love he had shared with you, the love you had given him so freely. It felt impossible. Not without you.

And so, he closed his eyes, hoping that in his dreams, he might find you once more.

@ completelyjae

back to masterlist 𝜗𝜚

[zeroseuniverse]

Straight Out Of REM

Word Count: 875 Summary: What if he was nothing more than a fleeting birthday wish come true? Pairing: XiaoJun X Fem Reader

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Birthdays were never really her thing. They always came with expectations—calls to return, texts to acknowledge, and the inevitable stress of making it "the best day ever."

But this year, she made a promise to herself: No stress. No responsibilities. Just one perfect, carefree night.

Her best friends took that promise and ran with it, dragging her to an exclusive rooftop party that overlooked the dazzling city skyline. The air was thick with summer warmth, music pulsed through the air, and fairy lights twinkled like misplaced stars. It was the kind of place where magic felt possible, where the night stretched endlessly ahead.

And then she met him.

She hadn’t noticed him at first—too caught up in dancing, sipping on something sweet, and laughing freely for the first time in forever. But when she stepped away for a breath of fresh air, he was there, leaning casually against the railing, his sharp features softened by the city lights.

"Happy birthday," he said smoothly, like he had been waiting just for her.

She tilted her head. "How did you know?"

He simply smiled, tapping the tiny paper crown her friend had placed on her head earlier. "Lucky guess."

From that moment on, the night felt like a scene from a movie.

They sang horribly off-key at a spontaneous rooftop karaoke setup, cheered on by strangers. He led her through the city streets, insisting that every birthday girl deserved a midnight adventure. They shared street food, fingers brushing as they reached for the same bite. When she shivered in the cool breeze, he wordlessly draped his jacket over her shoulders.

Somewhere between laughing until her stomach hurt and watching the sun begin its slow creep over the horizon, she realized she didn’t want the night to end.

And then it did.

He walked her to her apartment building, hesitating for just a moment before stepping back. "Happy birthday," he murmured again, this time softer, like he almost didn’t want her to hear.

She wanted to ask for his number. His name. Anything. But in the blur of exhaustion and lingering euphoria, she never did.

The next morning, reality hit like a splash of cold water.

She didn’t know his name. She didn’t know anything about him.

All she had was a blurry selfie—taken in a moment of laughter, the neon lights distorting their faces, but his smile unmistakable. And a heart still racing from the night before.

Now, she was determined to track him down.

But what if, in the harsh light of day, he wasn’t as perfect as he had seemed?

What if he was nothing more than a fleeting birthday wish come true?

Only one way to find out.

She stared at the blurry selfie on her phone, zooming in and out as if that would somehow reveal more details about him. His sharp jawline, the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled—he looked so familiar, yet she couldn’t place him.

Her friends, still recovering from the night’s festivities, huddled around her in the cafe, nursing their iced coffees.

"You’re seriously trying to track down Mystery Rooftop Guy?" her best friend asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Of course, I am. Wouldn’t you?"

She shrugged. "I mean, yeah, if a guy like that practically waltzed out of a dream and into my life, I’d be tempted. But what if he was just that—a dream? Maybe the mystery is what makes it special."

She sighed, fingers tapping against the table. "Or maybe the mystery is just annoying. I didn’t even get his name."

Her other friend, perked up. "Wait. Didn’t he mention knowing the DJ? Maybe we should start there."

Hope flickered in her chest. "That’s actually a solid lead."

Tracking down the DJ wasn’t as hard as she expected. Social media made sure of that. A few messages later, they were meeting up with him at a tiny music lounge.

"Yeah, I know him," the DJ said, tapping at his phone before flipping it toward her. A photo of her mystery man appeared on the screen, mid-laugh, holding a guitar.

"XiaoJun," the DJ said. "That’s his name."

She exhaled, her heart thudding. "XiaoJun," she repeated, as if saying it would make him real again.

"He’s a musician. Plays here sometimes. Actually…" The DJ’s eyes flicked to the stage. "He’s performing tonight."

Her pulse stuttered. Fate was either on her side—or playing some elaborate trick.

That night, the lounge was packed. Dim lights, murmured conversations, the soft clinking of glasses.

Then, he walked onto the stage.

XiaoJun.

He was effortlessly captivating, fingers gliding over the guitar, his voice rich and smooth as honey. And when his gaze flickered over the crowd, something shifted in his expression.

He saw her.

For a second, time stopped.

Then, a small smile ghosted his lips, and he continued singing.

She didn’t know what would happen next. Would he still be the same person when the night wasn’t wrapped in birthday magic? Would he remember their midnight adventure the way she did?

There was only one way to find out.

And this time, she wouldn’t let him walk away without getting his name.

[joocomics]

hi hi it’s imagesbywayv!! (she’s a side blog) & I always always am having wayv brainrot. rn I’m thinking about sub xiaojun esp with the new little emo boy teaser images like I have NOT stopped thinking about making him beg…

a/n: you said sub!xiaojun and i immediately started thinking how he is so damn oral fixation coded *sigh* i really hope you enjoy this! ty for stopping by <3

bf!xiaojun who is often reserved, caught staring with brooding eyes; his lip piercing and all black outfits make him look even more like a threat. but little do they know how the opposite he is whenever it’s just the two of you in your cosy bedroom. how his domineering gaze turns soft at the sight of you spreading on the edge of the bed so he can settle between your legs without you even having to say a word… because him succumbing to you has become something he willingly wants to do - it’s a craving; an urge that has him dropping to his knees without hesitation

bf!xiaojun who needs your guidance on when to slow down and catch his breath because he tends to get lost in the moment once his tongue is gliding up your folds. your moans haze over his mind, your sweet taste gets him high on adrenaline and his mouth becomes greedy and pushy until you grip his black hair to pull him away which always seems to make him groan shamelessly. he always apologises and pleads the right way for permission to continue

bf!xiaojun who can endure a long foreplay pretty well, but once he gets his first taste of you, he needs to have you now. his accessorised slim fingers sink roughly into your thighs, emphasising his needs as if the way he unconsciously moves his hips forward while eating you out does not prove enough already. “please, baby,” his muffled whines keep sending shockwaves through your body as he mumbles against your slick folds, doubling your heat with his hot breaths, “please, promise you’re gonna touch me.”

you peer into his dark pleading eyes with a smile and caress his flushed face with beautiful sharp features; the same ones that so many people around you get intimidated by

“so desperate, aren’t you?” your two fingers slip through his glistening lips and he welcomes them while humming blissfully. you command him to suck and giggle softly at his immediate obedience. “is this what you want me to do with your cock, hm, baby? think you’ve earned it?” his saliva quickly coats your fingers while some is sneaking out from the corners of his puckered lips as he nods wordlessly. “i think so too,” you coo and take them out, but xiaojun’s mouth remains hanging open, drooling and in awe with the effortless way you’re pulling his strings…

[tigermark]

i loveeee ur stuff...to be honest i dont have anything specific but i would love johnny xiaojun or chenle fluff :3 go crazy be creative do whatever ur heart desires!! ur work is srsly amazing i love ittt

ofc!!! i decided on gamer jun i hope thats okay 🩵

video game lover ⋆·˚ ༘ *

pairing : xiaojun x fem!reader

genre : fluff

synopsis : xiaojun gaming as y/n is desperate for his attention

tw : established relationship, kissing

a/n : sorry for being inactive, i've been super duper busy 😞

sitting next to xiaojun as his eyes are glued to his monitor, fingers quickly clicking over the keys as he talks to his friends. it's not that he's ignoring you, but he said he'd be finished half an hour ago.

you shift in your seat and poke his shoulder, him looking to you and nodding. "i know baby," he mutters, instantly going back to talking to his friends.

he wants to give you all the attention in the world, he really does, but his friends seem more than just determined to win at least one match of the game they're playing. he looks over to you briefly, his eyes flickering between you and the screen of his computer.

he reaches out and smooths his thumb over your thigh, gripping the skin gently. he continues to play and talk with his friends but you can tell he's losing interest.

he pats his lap, adjusting how he's sitting. "come here pretty," he says softly and with a smile. your face immediately lights up and you take a seat on his lap. your arms wrap around his chest, head resting on his shoulder.

"i promise this is the last one, if they ask for another i'm ignoring them," he tells you, focus shifting back to the game.

you sit on his lap while he plays, not even bothering to look at the screen. instead, your eyes are locked onto him, admiring his features.

before you even know it the game is over. you can hear his friends through his headset asking for one more round but xiaojun refuses, saying he has some things to do as he looks at you.

his friends complain but he just closes the game, just as desperate as you at this point. he immediately pulls you in for a kiss, his hands settling on your cheeks.

his lips are as soft as usual, and you relish in the feeling. he pulls away after a moment, his gaze searching for yours. his lips curl into a smile as he tucks a stray hair of your behind your ear.

"i'll learn to say no to them more often," he tells you. "it made me sad to see you all pouty like that." his hands move down to your shoulders to pull you in for a hug, giving you a tight squeeze along with it.

"it's okay, i just wanted this," you say, running a hand through his hair. xiaojun tilts his head to the side, confused by your words.

"me?" he asks raising an eyebrow. you smile at his words and nod, your heart skipping a beat when his face lights up.

"well yeah but... i meant a hug," you say, voice getting quieter as you speak.

he giggles at your words, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "i can definitely give you one of those baby."

[suhnshinehaos]

through the seasons : treacherous + spin-offs

collection synopsis : stories of the kind of love that lasts through time. the kind that persists. the kind that comes at the right place, at the right time.

featuring ! nct's yangyang, mark, xiaojun, and hendery

TREACHEROUS

synopsis : after a couple of instances of accidental matching clothing, yangyang finds himself in a dating rumor with possibly the most famous person on campus : yn, the bassist of an up and coming band. yangyang doesn’t seem to have a problem with it. unfortunately yn, who has also built up a reputation for being cold as winter, does.

status : completed / [ masterlist ]

FREE FALLING

synopsis : nobody believes yn is in a relationship with their boyfriend, mark lee. why? he's a member of a famous band and yn's simply a cafe owner that likes to interact with the fandom on twitter.

status : ongoing / [ masterlist ]

EVERY SUMMERTIME

synopsis : the marriage of a childhood friend and the return of an old flame turns dejun's life upside down. well, maybe not his entire life. just everything he thought he knew about love.

status : tba

IN BLOOM

synopsis : award winning actor yn ln leaves the hollywood life to open a quaint little flower shop a block away from rockstar drummer hendery. yn insists that love isn't for them. he's determined to prove otherwise.

status : tba

[ important notes under the cut ]

each story works as a stand-alone. you don't necessarily have to read everything, but it would help in getting some of the references as they feature the same characters or the same alternate universe yy, mk, xj, hd.

treacherous is the only full-length series. free falling, every summertime, and in bloom are minis and will only be 10-15 parts.

taglist will open for a particular series when the masterlist of that series is posted or as the series is ongoing. right now, you can only be on the taglist for free falling. it's just easier for me to manage than everything opening all at once.

as the same goes for all my works, there is no update schedule.

from reese, with love <3

my dreamvision... they are so dear to me,, i had to give all of them a love story ;>>

[yuuuta95]

Super Rich Kids

Pairing: Nakamoto Yuta x Reader (ft. Taeyong, Jaehyun, Ten, and Xiaojun)

Warnings: sexual content, mention of suicide (but not really)

Summary: Spending the summer at a country club sounds like torture. Spending the summer at a country club with Nakamoto Yuta, Lee Taeyong, Jeong Jaehyun, Lee Ten, and (a brief appearance from) Xiao Dejun is even worse.

Word Count: 18.4k

Soundtrack: Super Rich Kids by Frank Ocean

A/N: This is my first post. A reworking of something I wrote a while ago. I hope you like it! Let me know your favourite parts! ^^

one

“Stop being so dramatic; I’ll be joining you in two weeks. My new step-bitch wants to take me shopping in Dubai so we can ‘bond’ but I know it’s just a massive excuse to convince my dad to give her his credit card so she can fulfil her gold-digging fantasies”, Sana’s voice echoed through the loudspeaker of my phone as I finished packing my bags. I walked over to my bed, falling back onto it and turning my head so that I was facing the phone I had laid on my pillow.

 “I’m sorry, Sana. If it makes you feel any better, while you’re splashing the cash in Dubai, I’ll be suffering a slow and painful death at the country club. God knows why my dad and Jessica insist on spending all summer there when there are so many other places to visit and so many other things to do that don’t involve making forced conversation with a bunch of rich, sexist men, their trophy wives and their spoiled children!” I sulked. I lifted my head as I heard Sana giggling on the other line.

 “Didn’t you just describe your own family, Y/N?” she laughed. As the realisation hit me, I couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle.

 “I’m not spoiled though”, I argued, though my smile never left my face.

“You are a little… Oh, shit, I have to go. The step-bitch is calling me. You’re so lucky your dad married someone who at least cares about you. My mommy treats me like a burden she has to bear in order to continue getting access to unlimited money. Okay, I really have to go now, she’s coming upstairs. I’ll see you in two weeks, yeah?” Sana didn’t give me a chance to reply before hanging up. Burying my head deeper into my pillow, I screamed. This was going to be another dull networking event disguised as a holiday. Same shit, different year.

“Y/N… sweetheart, we’re here”, I slowly opened my eyes and saw Jessica smiling down as she gave me another gentle nudge. “Your father and I are going to go check in; make sure you lock up the car when you get out”. With that, I felt car keys being pushed into my hand and the car door being closed. I lifted my head and looked out of the window just in time to see her shuffling away in her heels, struggling to keep up with my dad who clearly didn’t care that she was having trouble in her new shoes. He really didn’t deserve her. I reached into my bag and pulled out a mirror, trying to salvage my messy hair and clean up my smudged makeup. How had I managed to end up looking like such a mess within the space of a 3-hour car ride and nap? A few moments later I emerged from the car looking somewhat presentable. I locked up the car, not failing to notice that it was parked right in front of the club in a reserved parking space. It must have been one of the perks of being close friends with the club’s owner, Lee Soo-man.

 “Dude, isn’t that Y/N?” I heard a voice mumble. I recognised it immediately… Jaehyun. My head whipped back to find what I could only describe as my worst nightmare. Standing in front of me, smirks covering their features as they each gave me a once-over, were Jaehyun, Yuta, Ten and Taeyong. I could feel my heart racing as I tried not to feel too insecure under their gazes. As always, Yuta was the first to speak.

“You look like shit”, he scoffed before adjusting his bag pack and making his way towards the reception building. I rolled my eyes. Typical prick. I looked over at Jaehyun expectedly. He was Yuta’s right-hand man and usually the one to add onto any insult that had been thrown my way.

 “Hmmm, I’d still fuck you”, he simply winked before following on the heels of his best friend, shadowed by a bored looking Ten.

“In your dreams, Jeong”, I yelled after him. Frustrated and already planning how I was going to avoid those jerks for the whole summer, I turned to find Taeyong staring at me as a result of my sudden outburst. I shifted uncomfortably as I waited for him to say something. He simply smiled and nodded before following the others. As luck would have it, the boy I have been crushing on for the past year was the one who had just barely acknowledged my existence then walked away. Why couldn’t he have been the one to say he wanted to fuck me?

As soon as I got into my room, I collapsed onto the bed. Why was the universe punishing me? Not only could my best friend not be here for the first two weeks of this dumpster fire, I was going to have to deal with Yuta alone. I could handle Jaehyun; he was just a cocky playboy who used his admittedly gorgeous face to manipulate vulnerable, attention deprived trust fund girls into letting him fuck their brains out. I knew him too well to fall for his techniques. I could handle Ten; he was uninterested in everyone and everything, only looking up from his phone occasionally to drop a sarcastic comment or two. He didn’t care enough about me to bother me… I’m not going to lie, that actually made me crave his attention a little. Taeyong… I could barely handle him but anyone would only have to look at his face to see why. He was sculpted by the Gods yet was so unaware of his beauty. I didn’t understand how someone so sweet and friendly could be mixed up with someone like Yuta.

Oh yes, Yuta, the one boy I couldn’t handle.

He was the definition of a spoilt brat, using money to buy whatever and whoever he wanted. Urgh, I couldn’t understand what had possessed me to sleep with him repeatedly over the course of the five years I’d known him. He was rude, selfish, materialistic and arrogant, yet I’d managed to let myself get lost in him. I’d managed to let him whisper sweet nothings into my ear as he pulled my hips into his, thrusting desperately as I trembled beneath him. I’d even managed to repeatedly allow him into my mouth, my swollen lips wrapped around him as he tried to control his grunts out of fear that someone would discover us in the empty classroom. Despite our regular arguments and less-than-friendly manner of addressing one other, we had always found our way back together. I eventually broke it off when I realised that my crush on Taeyong would never become anything more than a crush if I was secretly fucking one of his best friends. Yuta didn’t take it so well. He accused me of being desperate for ‘pining after a guy who was worse than all the fuckboys he knew combined’. He tried to convince me that Taeyong wasn’t as he seemed and frankly, I found his attempt at sabotaging Taeyong to be pathetic. Since our ‘break up’ almost 6 months ago, I hadn’t seen or heard from Yuta, and had therefore mistakenly assumed I would never have to deal with him.

 “Y/N, we’re going out to dinner. Do you want to join us?” I looked towards my door and found Jessica smiling at me. Before I could respond, my dad’s voice came booming from the living room.

“She has to go. What will Lee Soo-man think if my whole family isn’t there? It’ll look like we don’t appreciate his hospitality. Y/N, wear something presentable, and be out here in 10 minutes”, he bellowed. I could see the apologetic look on Jessica’s face as she closed the door, leaving me to get ready.

The ballroom where dinner was being served was massive to say the least. But with its expensive art, frosted windows, golden walls and extravagant chandelier, it looked like it was trying too hard. As we were shown to our table, I couldn’t help but notice that there were seven plate settings, meaning we were expecting to entertain four other guests. I sighed as I adjusted my dress, becoming more self-conscious of how low cut it was. I turned around and scanned the room looking for… Yuta? Taeyong? I wasn’t sure. Either way, I found neither. Turning back in my chair, I almost let out a scream as the previously unoccupied seat in front of me now had a raven-haired boy whose attention was consumed by the device in his hand.

 “Hi Ten”, I tried to usurp his concentration. He simply looked up at me, gave a forced smile and returned to him device. “Okay then”, I mumbled under my breath. Ten’s father and mine were good friends so it was no surprise that they had chosen to combine our family dinners. Like I said, this was all a big networking event disguised as a family getaway.

 “Ten, please put that thing away”, his mother said, her voice so overly sweet that it was obvious that she was upset with him. Ten let out a dramatic sigh before slipping his phone into his pocket and staring at me, as if to say this is your fault.

“You have my attention. What do you want?” he simply stated.

 “Is being a total asshole a pre-requisite to being in Yuta’s squad?” I shot back.

“If it is then you seem to have a thing for assholes”. I furrowed my brows. “Don’t think I’ve missed your pathetic attempts to get me to talk to you. Or your whatever with Yuta. And, God, you look like a love struck puppy every time Tae walks past you. It’s only a matter of time before you start lusting after Jaehyun as well”, he mused, “Good thing Xiaojun is volunteering this summer otherwise I’d have to endure you eye-fucking him as well”.

 “Ten! That is enough!” his mother had clearly been eavesdropping on the conversation, not trusting her antisocial son to interact like a normal human being.

“It’s okay, ma’am”, I smiled sweetly at her before turning my attention back to Ten. “You’re more observant than you seem”, I simply laughed. Without his phone, he was looking for some entertainment and clearly riling me up was his idea of a good time.

 “You don’t have to be observant to notice the drool falling from your lips when Tae is anywhere within your line of vision”, he retorted, “As for Yuta, you two really weren’t as subtle as you thought… And me? Whenever you see us at school, you say hi to me first, even though we’re not friendly. It’s because you crave what you can’t have; it’s a subconscious thing. But who can blame you? Just look at me, who wouldn’t want a piece?” he winked. I rolled my eyes. For someone who was constantly looking down at his phone, he saw a lot more than other people did. I stated to wonder if he had discussed all of this with the others. As if he had read my mind, Ten simply smirked and said, “Don’t worry. These are all our little secrets”.

I had somehow managed to get through dinner, using all my energy to ignore Ten’s gaze. I was starting to want anything but his attention. He had this intense way of undressing people with his eyes. I’d felt naked as I took forks full of pasta to my mouth. This hadn’t been helped by the fact that my already low cut dress kept slipping down, resulting in Ten occasionally glancing at my chest.

 “Ten, why don’t you walk Y/N back to her family’s suite?” his mother suggested when she noticed how restless I was becoming, having finished my food half an hour ago. Ten, whose gaze had now shifted to a red head a few tables down, looked at me and raised his eyebrow as if to ask do you want me to? I gave a subtle nod and got up from my chair. I made my way to the exit, and could hear Ten’s footsteps not far behind.

A refreshing gust of wind hit my face as I stepped out of the ballroom. It was its own separate building meaning that I had to walk across the artificial field to get to the building where our suite was. Although I could have allowed the short two-minute walk to be a silent one, I found that familiar craving for Ten’s attention creeping back into me as I noticed that he was already looking down at his phone.

 “So who was the red head?” I questioned.

“Why? Are you jealous?” Ten grinned at me.

 “No… I was just curious. You kept staring at her. Could you be crushing on her perhaps?” I countered.

“Leave the psychoanalysing to me, Y/N”, he laughed, “No, I don’t like her. But she likes me. I can tell she’s been crushing on me for a while. She was looking for me from the moment she entered the ballroom, and when she finally found me, she couldn’t stop looking back again and again… and again. I was bored so I looked back”, he spoke as if he was reciting a well-known fact.

 “What are you?” I looked up at him in disbelief. He let out a laugh. A genuine laugh; and it was one of the most beautiful things I’d ever heard.

“I like psychology. I like analysing people. Humans are so fascinating. I read somewhere that humans are their true selves when they think no one is watching so…” he waved his phone, “I often pretend I’m not watching”. I couldn’t help but laugh at this new revelation that uninterested Ten was actually secretly analysing everyone.

 “Apart from all that bullshit from dinner, what can you tell me about who I am?” I asked. He stopped in his tracks, looking taken aback by the question. I stopped and turned to see what he was doing. He unlocked his phone and tapped the screen a couple of times before clearing his throat.

“I have here in my notes…”

 “In your notes?!” I cried.

“Shhhh. I have here in my notes, ‘obsession with Tae shows destructive personality, dated (or at least fucked) Yuta then broke his heart, desperation for Ten - that’s me – shows a desperation for male attention possibly brought on by paternal issues, pupils dilate when looking at Yuta suggesting attraction, actually pupils dilate when looking at Jaehyun, Taeyong, Xiaojun and Ten – me again – so possibly just super thirsty’. Again, I think that might be because of your paternal problems”. I stood there, shocked at the incredibly accurate yet also very invasive analysis.

 “I have some questions”, I muttered.

“Naturally…”

 “Why is my ‘obsession’ with Tae destructive? What makes you think I broke Yuta’s heart? And how the fuck do you notice my pupil’s dilating? You hardly ever look at me!”

“You did break Yuta’s heart. I can tell. He hasn’t been the same since you two stopped… whatever the fuck it was you were doing. He’s crankier and he just sleeps with a shit ton of random girls like he’s trying to forget something… or someone. How cliché. As for the eyes thing, I watch you closer than you realise. Don’t be embarrassed though, we’re all pretty fucking hot. You’re one of our many, many, many, many admirers”, he smirked as I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, “And Tae… You like him because you think he’s not like the others, right? That he’s charming and humble and shy? But honestly, Tae is as manipulative and cocky as they come. The only difference between Jae and Tae is that Jae is upfront”. My mind is suddenly reminded of Yuta’s own warnings about Taeyong. “Tae is like me; he likes psychology. But unlike me, he uses it to fuck with girls. Surely, you should be able to realise that it doesn’t add up that he is friends with people who are supposedly so unlike him… birds of a feather flock together. There are so many signs that he’s playing you and a dozen other girls but you’ve subconsciously erased all…”

 “Okay, geez, stop!” I finally shouted, “You can go back! I can find my own way back to my room!” Ten really was using me as a form of entertainment because he wasn’t on his phone. Before he could respond, I was already turning on my heels and making my way to the building ahead of me.

“Be careful of wolves in sheep’s clothing, Y/N”, chuckled Ten. I ignored him as I continued walking.

two

Be careful of wolves in sheep’s clothing, Y/N.

Be careful of wolves in sheep’s clothing.

Be careful of wolves.

Be careful.

These words had not left my brain in the last three days. I hadn’t spoken to Ten since that night although I did occasionally catch glimpses of him and Yuta walking around the club. To my relief, neither of them even bothered to acknowledge my existence. I was still incredibly upset at the fact that Ten had essentially told me I had severe daddy issues which made me crave male attention. No wonder I’d never seen him or heard of him dating anyone; despite being insanely attractive, he wasn’t exactly a charmer.

“Y/N?” I heard a knock at my bedroom door. Panic set in my chest as I shuffled off my bed and cautiously made my way to the door. That deep voice didn’t belong to Jessica or my father, the only two other people with access to the suite. As I reached the door, another knock resonated through my room. Okay, if it was a murderer, they wouldn’t have been knocking, right? I turned to door knob and swung the door open only to come face to face with…

 “Taeyong?! What are you doing here?” I made no effort to hide the surprise in my voice. He stood there in a plain white shirt and swimming shorts, a shy smile rested on his lips.

“Your dad told me you hadn’t left your room in a few days. I-I wasn’t asking about you; he was talking to my dad and I was just there and he saw me and he just asked me to invite you out or something...” Taeyong sped through his sentence so quickly I had to take a moment to process what he was saying. “Anyway, I don’t want you to be bored and alone, and some friends of mine have booked out the West Court Swimming Pool for a party that’s starting in about an hour so I was wondering if you wanted to come? I know it’s already like 9PM so I understand if you don’t want to come.” I froze in place, simply staring at the Greek God before me; this sculpted piece of art who had just asked me to hang out with him. As I smiled, about to accept his invitation, it dawned on me that his ‘friends’ were the boys I’d been trying to avoid.

 “Actually… I don’t think that’s such a good idea…” I started.

“Is it because of Ten and Yuta?” he surprised me by asking. I looked up from my feet and into his eyes, nodding. “Ten told me what he said to you. It was pretty shitty but that kid just lacks a lot of social skills so don’t take it personally”.

 “He told you that he told me you’re basically evil?” I found myself asking. Taeyong’s eyes widened and I immediately regretted what I had said.

“No, he told me that he told you that you crave attention or something like that… Wait, he said I was evil?” Taeyong held my gaze as I tried to think of an excuse. I couldn’t so I just nodded. “I mean; do you think I’m evil?” he asked. I shook my head and he seemed relieved. “Listen, you didn’t hear this from me but Ten likes you. He’s had a crush on you for about three years now so maybe he’s trying to weed out the competition because he’s – I don’t know – obsessed with you or something”. Overwhelmed by this new revelation, I stood speechless for a few seconds before deciding to use this opportunity in my favour.

 “The competition? That would imply that you like me too”, I questioned. Again, Taeyong’s eyes widened at my response and he immediately ran his hand through his hair.

“Wow, I really shouldn’t have come. Your dad was worried about you so I just thought… Now I look pathetic; it looks like Ten and Yuta really did mess up my chances”, he stated. At the mention of Yuta’s name, my entire body began to burn up with anger. I just knew that he had been involved in this. Ten and Yuta were trying to sabotage Taeyong, and by me avoiding their entire group, I was playing into whatever this was. But if according to Ten, Yuta still liked me, and according to Taeyong, Ten liked me, why were they working together to – no, I was looking too much into this. I liked Taeyong and he had just revealed that he liked me too so that’s what I would put my energy towards.

“No, you don’t look pathetic. Actually, I’d love to come to the party”, I beamed. Taeyong immediately smiled back.

“That’s great! I’ll wait for you in the living room if that’s okay”. I nodded, closed my door and ran to my unpacked suitcase to pick out some swimwear before I changed my mind.

“You look nervous”, Taeyong observed as we walked hand-in-hand to the West Court. I looked up at him and he gave me a small reassuring smile. As we approached the swimming area, I couldn’t help but notice how quiet it was. I also began to realise that the West Court building didn’t seem to have any lights on as we walked towards it.

 “It’s really quiet and dark”, I stated, hoping Taeyong could explain why there was no sign of life. As Taeyong opened his mouth to say something, I felt a sudden mass of water being poured over my head, completely soaking into the floral dress I had thrown on over my swimwear. Suddenly, I was being bombarded with what felt like water balloons. I felt Taeyong’s hand pull me so that I was standing behind him. My initial reaction was to laugh at this surprise attack but as my body started getting itchy and hot, I realised that something wasn’t right. As an influx of water balloons continued to come our way, I brought my hand to my nose and took a quick sniff; there was a faint smell that told me that this wasn’t just plain water. “WHAT THE FUCK?” I suddenly shouted. The water balloons continued at a steady pace until one hit my straight in the face, the liquid going right into my eyes. The intense burning caused me to collapse onto the pavement, my head in my hands.

 “STOP!” I heard Taeyong call out. Almost immediately, the attack ceased. The lights on the side of the pavement that had previously been off suddenly sparked on. With my eyes burning, I couldn’t make out the faces of the figures around me but I could see their panicked body movements as they tried to defuse the situation.

“Fuck! Was that supposed to happen?” I recognise the voice that belonged to Jaehyun. I felt Taeyong pull me closer.

 “What was in those balloons?” Taeyong asked as he used the back of his hands to wipe my now stinging eyes.

“It was water infused with-with some of-of those hot J-Japanese bath s-salts of Yuta’s. Shit! I don’t think they’re supposed to get in the eyes!” I heard Jaehyun panic.

“Well they did so now what?” Taeyong spat out. Another voice I couldn’t recognise spoke up.

“It says to seek medical attention on the package”, the voice said. My vision was now un-blurring and as I lifted my head to look up at the figures in front of me, Taeyong grabbed my head and used his thumbs to wipe over my eyes, getting rid of the excess liquid.

“I’ll take you to the medical centre”, he whispered as he helped me up. “You guys clean this mess up and go back to your suites”, he ordered the others. As Taeyong and I started making our way to the medical centre, I quickly looked back and saw four figures begin to clear up the mess they had created.

“I can’t believe you have to wear an eye patch for the next couple of days”, laughed Sana as I recounted the previous day’s events for her over the phone.

 “I know right. And my dad is making me go out to watch a polo match in a few minutes”, I sighed. I had just finished putting on the final touches to my makeup but the massive black eyepatch covering my left eye and the redness still in the right eye took most of the attention.

“I’m sorry. Just wear a really big hat and keep your head down”, Sana tried to comfort me.

 “This would have never happened if you were here!” I cried out.

“Actually, yes it would have. If Taeyong had come to your door and asked you to go to a party with him, would you have been like ‘no, Sana is here’?”

 “Okay, fine! You’re right. I still can’t believe how sweet he was yesterday. He stayed with me until midnight in the medical centre and then walked me back to my family’s suite. Why does he hang out with those Neanderthals?” I felt myself getting angry just at the mention of his friends.

“I can’t believe Yuta and Ten would stoop to that level. Jaehyun, I can understand because when he’s not fucking girls, he’s harassing them”, Sana spat out angrily.

 “Yeah, they must have been furious to find out that Tae and I were coming to the party together… If the party was even real. I bet they set it all up just for that attack”, I mused.

“But then they wouldn’t have known Tae was going to bring you… Unless he was in on it too”.

 “Why would Tae be in on something like that? He was attacked too”, I shrugged off the claim, “I have to go now. I’ll talk to you later”. After exchanging goodbyes with Sana, I went into my dad’s room and grabbed the biggest hat I could find in Jessica’s collection before making my way down to reception to join my family.

The polo match was as dull as I had expected. I sat at our family’s table alone as my father and Jessica had gone to mingle. The tall lemonade in front of me had quickly become too warm under the intense heat of the sun. I found myself sweating but resisted the temptation to take off my hat as it had done a great job at hiding my eyepatch.

 “Hello Y/N. Fancy seeing you here”. I felt the presence of two bodies sitting either side of me.

“Hello Yuta. Are you surprised because you were expecting me to be blind after your little stunt last night?” I shot back.

 “What the fuck are you talking about?” he chuckled. He leaned his head forward and upon catching a glimpse of my red eye and eye patch, his smile fell. “What happened to you?”

It took all my energy not to slap him. “Oh it turns out that Japanese bath salt stuff isn’t eye-friendly”, I sarcastically retorted. Ten had now leaned forward and was studying my face too.

 “You’re a weird chick, Y/N. What are you actually talking about?” Ten joined in.

“Why are you two even talking to me? You’ve been blanking me for days”, I changed the subject, tired of their fake innocent act.

 “This polo match is dead and we thought terrorising you would cheer us up but it looks like someone beat us to it”, Yuta’s hand had found its way to my face; he gently stroked the involuntary tears falling from under my eye patch. I grabbed his wrist and pulled away his hand in an attempt to stop the fluttering in my stomach as our skin made contact.

“You don’t get to act like you care when you didn’t even say a word last night”, I hissed.

 “You keep referring to ‘last night’ like I’m supposed to know what the fuck you’re talking about”, Yuta hissed back.

“Yeah, Y/N, you sound a bit confused. Are you sure you didn’t eat any of these bath salt things?” Ten continued analysing my face. “Your face is so swollen. You should go to the medical centre”, he added.

 “You two are such assholes. You see how bad the damage is in day light so now you want to relinquish responsibility”, I scoffed.

“I’m literally going to fucking drag you out of here by your eyepatch if you don’t start making sense”, Yuta exhaled in frustration. As I opened my mouth to shout at him, I spotted Taeyong quickly making his way to the table.

 “Y/N, come with me. Don’t let them bother you anymore”, Taeyong took my hand and pulled me away, leaving behind a very confused looking Ten, and a very furious looking Yuta.

“…so then Ten told me the party was a West Court and I should be there at around 9PM. I never knew they were going to ambush us like that. Yuta told me earlier this morning that it was payback – whatever that means”, Taeyong explained.

 “How did they know I was with you? It didn’t even seem like there was a party to begin with so what if you hadn’t run into my dad then ended up inviting me?” I tried to make sense of everything.

“I-I don’t know Y/N. I just know that I texted them while you were getting ready to explain why I was running late”, he sighed. We were sitting in the reception area of the club’s main building enjoying the feeling of air conditioning hitting our hot skin. There were so many things that still didn’t make any sense. Taeyong looked at me and gave me a sympathetic smile before saying, “This is all my fault… You still look beautiful though”. I had long since removed my hat and allowed my puffy face to be revealed to him.

 “No, I don’t. My face is swollen”, I echoed Ten’s words. Taeyong simply leaned forward, placing a chaste kiss on my lips.

“You’re actually kidding me, right?” Taeyong and I both quickly turned to face Yuta and Ten who were now standing just a few metres away from us. “Tae, we agreed that she was off limits”, Yuta growled.

 “She’s not a possession”, Taeyong shot up in his seat and took a step closer to Yuta.

“You manipulative… What is this I hear from Jaehyun about bath salts and water balloons?” Yuta stepped closer to Taeyong.

 “I don’t know. You tell me; they were your bath bombs. Stop trying to act innocent now that you see the damage you’ve done”, Taeyong didn’t back down and now the two boys were standing there with their faces only inches apart.

“Tell me, Y/N...” Ten suddenly spoke up, “… did you actually see me or Yuta wherever the hell you were attacked last night? You seem pretty sure that we were there”. I carefully thought back to the night before. The stinging in my eyes. The blurry vision. Only being able to make out dark figures. Only being able to recognise Jaehyun’s voice.

 “There were four people who orchestrated the attack, and I know that one of them was Jaehyun. I didn’t recognise the other’s voice. And that leaves two others”, I worked out. Yuta rolled his eyes.

 “Tae has more friends that just Ten and I. That could have been anyone”, he countered.

“Then where you last night?” Taeyong suddenly asked. Yuta turned his attention back to Taeyong.

 “I can’t say…” Yuta’s voice was low and menacing.

 “And what about you, Ten?” Taeyong smirked.

 “…I can’t say either”, Ten cleared his throat.

“How fucking convenient”, I muttered before getting up from my seat and grabbing Taeyong’s hand. Yuta’s eyes immediately landed on our entwined fingers and I could tell he was angry.

 “Dude, I said she was off limits”, he simply said to Taeyong before turning around and making his way to the reception door. Ten began to follow but turned around before reaching the door.

 “Did you ever think that maybe five guys orchestrated that attack and one of them was the one standing by your side”, Ten chuckled humourlessly before leaving. Taeyong squeezed my hand tighter and looked down at me smiling. It made no sense for him to have been a part of it and so for the second time that day, I dismissed claims that he had been involved.

“There you are!” Jessica shouted from across the field. I ran over to her and my father; they were sitting at our table, my boiling hot lemonade keeping them company.

 “Please put the hat back on, Y/N, your face is a bit of an eyesore right now”, my dad mumbled. I placed the hat back on my head. “Honestly, you go out one night and I get a call from medical at stupid o’clock telling me that some boy is bringing you back home”.

“She was attacked, darling”, Jessica gritted her teeth.

 “What was she doing out so late at night anyway?” my dad huffed.

“You’re the one who told Taeyong I hadn’t left my room in days…” I countered.

 “And why would I do that? What business do I have discussing you with this Taeyong boy?” he turned to me.

“Well, maybe he just overheard you when you were speaking to his father about me”, I stated.

“And what business would I have discussing you with his father?” my dad looked perplexed. Come to think of it, he had a right to be confused. The situation made little sense now that I thought about it.

 “Tae came over yesterday and…”

“Oh, my fault”, Jessica laughed nervously, “He told me you two had plans and that he wanted to come and get you because you weren’t answering your phone… so I gave him our suite key”.

 “You gave a boy the key to our suite so he could visit my daughter while we weren’t there?” I heard my dad start to argue but my thoughts were elsewhere. Taeyong had not tried to call me, and up until he had come up to my room, we did not have plans…

three

Taeyong placed another chaste kiss on my lips as we walked hand-in-hand down the beach. It was getting late but the summer sun was refusing to set. The beach was only a 15-minute drive from the country club but I knew we had to leave soon in order to make it back in time for yet another networking dinner.

“Walking on the beach. Who would have thought Lee Taeyong was so cliché?” I giggled. Taeyong smirked at me.

 “What can I say? I’m full of surprises”, he whispered as we came to a sudden stop and he pulled me into an embrace. We stood there in silence for a few seconds before I pulled away from him.

“We should really be getting back now. My family is meeting up with the Jeongs before the dinner to pop open a bottle of champagne. Something about a business deal or whatever”, I mumbled, upset that I had to pull myself away from this perfect day. Ever since the stupid prank Jaehyun, Yuta and Ten had pulled five days ago, along with the mystery guy, Taeyong and I had spent every day together; we’d gone to restaurants outside of the club, we’d gone shopping, we’d walked on the beach and… we’d made out on more than one occasion. Taeyong wasn’t trying to rush me into anything deeper, and I truly appreciated that.

 “Okay, let’s go. I’m sorry you’ll have to spend time with Jaehyun though”, he laughed as he led me towards the stairs to the car park. “I know you still haven’t forgiven him and the others for what they did”.

“I’d be less upset if Yuta and Ten would actually admit that they were involved”, I huffed. Taeyong let out a sigh.

 “Like I said before, they’re both just trying to fuck with us. Ten is head over heels in love with you so he doesn’t want to see us together. And Yuta is still bitter over your break up, I guess”.

 “Did everyone know about Yuta and I because I thought we were a secret”, I laughed nervously.

 “Don’t worry. Ten and I are the only ones who really noticed. We’re more observant than other people”, he stated. I was immediately reminded of the night that Ten had told me that him and Taeyong were a lot alike but Taeyong used his ‘observations’ to manipulate girls. After learning that Taeyong had lied about having plans with me so that Jessica could let him into our suite, I’d been wary of him. However, having spent these last few days with him, I didn’t feel manipulated. He was sweet and considerate and hadn’t tried to get into my pants or anything so I was struggling to see how this benefited him in the slightest. Yuta and Ten had made no attempts to apologise or offer an explanation as to where they were during the night my eyes were almost burned out of my skull. Jaehyun had offered a very sincere apology but then instantly gone back to being his fuck-boy-self the next time I’d seen him. I wasn’t looking forward to seeing him at the pre-dinner celebration.

As luck would have it, I arrived at our family suite only to be met by my father, Jessica, Mr Jeong and Mrs Jeong toasting to whatever they were toasting to. Jessica immediately explained that they had decided to make it a ‘adults only’ thing and that I would have to go to the Jeongs’ suite to wait for them to finish their mini-celebration. Then they’d call us down to dinner. I’d essentially cut my date with Taeyong short to come back and be forced to hang out with the mess that was Jaehyun.

As I entered the Jeongs’ suite, I couldn’t help but notice that it was twice the size of ours. With its tall ceiling and grand furnishing, complete with a jacuzzi on the balcony, I could tell why my dad had been so eager to close his deal with Mr Jeong’s company. My father was nothing if not money and power hungry. It would explain why he spent most of my life trying to raise profit instead of his own daughter.

 “All of this could be yours if you married me one day”, I heard Jaehyun’s voice cut through my thoughts. I turned around to see him standing there with his hair dishevelled and half of his shirt buttons undone, a small smirk playing on his lips. It didn’t take a genius to notice that he had just finished fucking some girl in his room. And sure enough, as I was about to reply to his comment, a disgruntled blonde stumbled out of his room with her heels in her hands.

 “So, you just go around promising marriage to every girl you see, huh?” she spat out as she struggled to fix the strap of her red dress.

 “It’s the fastest way to get them into bed”, Jaehyun shot back, smiling.

“You’re lucky you’re rich and hot, but at the end of the day, does that money buy daddy’s attention?” she taunted.

 “See, all I heard was ‘you’re rich’, ‘you’re hot’ and ‘daddy’. I just fucked your brains out, okay… learn to share; Y/N is standing right there if you maybe want to…”

“You’re disgusting, Jeong Jaehyun. I can’t believe I actually liked you”, tears began forming in the girl’s eyes.

 “Gee, listen, I’m sorry Rochelle…”

“IT’S ROSÉ YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!” And with that, the blonde spun around and stomped towards the door. She struggled with it for a second before flinging it open and storming out.

“How rude. She didn’t even close the door”, Jaehyun mused, “Sorry you had to see that, darling”.

“You’re disgusting”, I mirrored Rosé’s words. Jaehyun brought his hand up to his chest in fake hurt.

 “I thought we were cool now”, he pouted. I rolled my eyes before falling back onto the large black sofa in the middle of the living room. I took my phone out of my pocket and began texting Taeyong. I heard Jaehyun’s footsteps coming towards me but I ignored them in an effort to remain calm and stop myself from attacking him. That Rosé girl clearly had very real feelings for him and he used that to his advantage then discarded her like a used tissue. “I said I was sorry about the balloons, okay?” he sighed as he took a seat next to me.

“No, not okay, Jaehyun. You, Ten and Yuta are such dicks”, I finally replied after realising that Taeyong would not be responding to my text for a while. Jaehyun looked at me, confused.

 “I get why I’m a dick. But what did those two idiots do to piss you off?”

“The same thing you did”, I shot back.

 “Babe, how many times have you been attacked by bath bomb infested water balloons this summer?” he laughed. I didn’t need to ask what he meant because I understood. Yuta and Ten hadn’t been there. “If you want, I can get Jisung, Jaemin and Jeno to write official apologies and we can get up at dinner tonight and read out our letters and cry and…” He continued with his sarcastic train of thought as I suddenly realised that I had spent the last five days angry at the wrong people. The three little Js, as everyone stupidly referred to them as, were boys from the lower year of our school who occasionally carried out Yuta, Jaehyun, Ten, Taeyong, and Xiaojun’s dirty work in order to impress them; I guess they hoped that by the time the older boys graduated, they’d become the new fuck-boy clique that got all the girls and was envied by all the guys. I felt disgusted that I lived in a world where young boys aspired to be like…

 “Jaehyun. Shut up. I’m over it”, I snapped. At that moment, I realised that I could use this opportunity to confirm what my heart already feared to be true. “I forgive you, the Js and Tae”, I said. I waited for Jaehyun’s face to twist in confusion and for him to ask me why I’d mentioned Taeyong but he simply smiled and nodded. I suddenly felt so stupid. I’d let Taeyong manipulate me for these last few days and turn me against Yuta and Ten… but to what end? What was he getting out of this?

An hour passed and I was thankful that Jaehyun’s fuck-boy façade had faded after about 10 minutes. As much as he liked to believe he was this heartless playboy, and as much as he liked to make others believe it too, he was actually a very decent guy. Some would go as far as to say that he was actually… cool; and not in the school popularity way, in a genuine and fun-to-be-around way. I still had to deal with the occasional pervy comment every now and again though. But he helped me forget about the mess that I would have to deal with later that night; I needed to confront Taeyong and apologise to Yuta and Ten.

“What are you thinking about?” Jaehyun whispered. My head was rested on his shoulder and his head was rested on my head as we watched TV.

 “I’m thinking… how are you this bearable when I normally want to punch you in the teeth?” I chuckled. Jaehyun laughed along.

 “Don’t go around telling girls I’m bearable! You’ll fuck up my street cred”, he simply replied before we settled back into a comfortable silence.

This time dinner was held outside. I’d quickly run to my suite, changed and redone my makeup when I got a call from Jessica telling us that they were heading to dinner. My father would not have appreciated me showing up in a swimsuit cover up. The dinner location was stunning; it was next to the lake and the trees were covered in dozens of fairy lights. White tables and chairs were carefully placed across the grass, and live classical music filled the space. I immediately started looking for either one of the boys I needed to talk to tonight and as luck would have it, I spotted Ten sitting on a chair by the lake looking down at his phone. I quickly grabbed my own chair and made my way towards him, startling him a little when I took a seat beside him.

 “Fucking hell”, he gasped.

 “Sorry, I thought you’d see me coming. Isn’t seeing stuff your super power or something?” I laughed. Ten shot me a dazzling smile before he looked back down at his phone.

 “Does this mean I’ve been forgiven for what I may or may not have done?”, he suddenly said. I knew he had realised that I’d worked out the truth and was trying to apologise. He wasn’t going to let this be easy, was he?

 “I don’t know what Tae wants from me but yeah, I’m sorry. I was… I am being played and I didn’t want to believe it because of my stupid crush”, I sighed, “You have to admit it looked so suspicious though! You and Yuta wouldn’t tell me where you were on that night and you’d both spent all week together throwing me dagger eyes”. Ten observed me for a moment.

 “You’re right. It was all a bit shady” he pondered.   

“So I’m guessing you’re not head over heels in love with me like Tae said?” I could feel my heart pounding as I waited for an answer but Ten simply burst out into laughter. I looked over at him and saw him struggling not to fall out of his chair as he continued cackling. Eventually, his laughter died down and he wiped the tears that had escaped from his eyes.

 “Sorry but that’s hilarious”, he stifled a giggle.

“Glad to know being attracted to me is that funny”, I made no effort to hide my hurt.

 “Shit, sorry. I’m guessing Tae failed to mention to you that I am 100% gay?” he smiled at me. My heart stopped. Suddenly, things started coming together. I’d never seen or heard of any of his relationships with girls but I assumed that he was just more private than his friends. I remembered him telling me that he was looking at that girl ‘just for fun’ the first time our families went to dinner but I’d assumed he meant that he wasn’t interested in her specifically. He did spend a lot of time with Yuta and they had failed to tell me where they were the night I was hurt. Was he… was he…?

“Are you dating Yuta?” I suddenly shouted out loud. Ten’s eyes widened and he turned to face me. We stared at each other for a few seconds before he started howling with laughter yet again. This time, he failed to restrain himself and ended up slipping out of his chair, unable to control his breathing.

 “Stop! You’re killing me”, he managed to choke out, “Yuta? Me and Yu… Oh my gosh, this is too good”. I sat in my chair, completely unimpressed by the entire situation. Why was he laughing at me?

 “If you’re not secretly dating him, then where were the two of you that night?” I snapped. Ten had managed to regain composure and had found his way back into his seat, still wiping away at his tears.

“I don’t know about Yuta because I wasn’t with him but I… Okay, promise not to tell Yuta but… I went to visit my ex. I made Yuta promise not to let me see him again but I caved that night and drove out to meet him in town. Tae must have found out through Jeno or something, that kid is a super spy, and he knew I wouldn’t say anything in front of Yuta when he asked so I’d look pretty guilty. God knows what he has on Yuta. Dude, I can’t believe you thought I was dating Yuta. You two had a thing; you know he’s straight”.

 “Sexuality is a spectrum”, I defended myself. Ten gave me a small shrug before looking out at the lake.

 “Wow, Tae really has us playing into his hands, doesn’t he?”

“Why are you friends with him?” I asked the question that had been plaguing my mind all this time.

 “Jae and Tae get on well because they both run on sex. I already told you that Tae and I are super similar so we just click. Tae and Yuta argue a lot because they both have ‘alpha male tendencies’ but they have this inseparable bond. Tae and Xiaojun have been friends for a very long time. They get on extremely well. I guess Tae is that one friend who is super annoying and starts shit all the time but the good outweighs the bad, you know. And to be honest, we usually don’t care about his schemes because they’re usually directed towards people we don’t really know or care about”, Ten mused. I sat there and thought about how strange this group’s dynamic was but apparently it worked. “What are you going to do now? Don’t think I haven’t noticed you running around with Tae”.

“I want to beat him at his own game”, I thought aloud.

“Good luck with that. Tae isn’t stupid. If you try and flip this around on him, he’ll see it from a mile away and manipulate the situation so that you end up worse off”, Ten warned me.

 “I can handle him. I just need to get inside of his head”.

“Okay, so if I ask you right now what Tae is trying to get from you, can you tell me? It’s obviously not sex because no offence but if he wanted you, he would have had you by now… many times”, Ten looked at me apologetically but he had a point.

“I don’t know what he wants”, I sighed, defeated. I thought back to the information I had garnered and tried to figure out what he wanted.

I told you she was off limits.

Tae and Yuta argue a lot because they both have ‘alpha male tendencies’.

And then it hit me. Tae wasn’t trying to get anything from me. He was using me to get something from Yuta.

four

“I can’t believe you’re not even coming anymore! I spent all my time here counting down till the day you get here and now you’re telling me that you’re just staying in Dubai?” I yelled at Sana’s sun kissed face through my FaceTime app. I shot up from the comfort of my blankets and waited for her excuse.

 “Y/N, I’m sorry! My dad surprised the step-bitch with a trip to Hawaii and so they’re going to be off doing God-knows-what for the rest of the summer. I can’t exactly show up to a family country club resort alone”, she pouted.

 “You can stay with my family!” I almost shouted. Sana let out a sigh as she readjusted the angle so that I was now looking at the sunset from her hotel window.

“This is my view right now! I just want to chill here for as long as I can. The country club sounds so dramatic right now. I heard from Rosé that you’ve been hanging out with Jaehyun for the past couple of days. She says she saw you in his hotel room once and she’s seen you guys walking around together, eating ice cream and all that. Y/N? Is there something you want to tell me?” Sana had now readjusted the camera onto herself and she smirked at my shocked expression.

“No, I am not dating Jaehyun… He’s just been helping me with a plan to get back at Tae. I asked Ten to help but he said he didn’t want to get involved, especially with the losing team. He’s so sure Taeyong is already one step ahead of me. He’s so disrespectful!” I huffed.

 “Hey, don’t say that about my future husband!” Sana scolded me. It had taken all my self-control not to tell Sana that Ten was actually gay. It wasn’t some big secret or anything, Ten hadn’t really hesitated to tell me, but it also wasn’t my job to go around announcing it to people who didn’t already know. I loved Sana but she was such a gossip; if I told her, she’d needlessly blow it out of proportion.

 “Whatever. At least Jaehyun has been a big help. We’ve come up with a plan. It’s simple but effective. He wasn’t hard to convince; he was bored so…”

 “He’s a billionaire with unlimited access to anything and any girl… He can’t get bored; it sounds like he just really likes spending time with you”, Sana wiggled her eyebrows. I rolled my eyes at her statement. “So, what is this masterplan?”

 “Taeyong is using me to get something from Yuta but I don’t really understand what he could possibly want. I haven’t seen Yuta since I accused him of the water balloon thing so I can’t even ask and I’m pretty sure he blocked my number because he’s not responding to any of my texts. Jaehyun hasn’t seen him either and apparently every time he calls, Yuta always says he’s busy. Taeyong hasn’t talked to him either so his plan must not be working because how do you get something from someone if they’re not there?” Sana nodded along eagerly at my ramblings, “The plan is to step up the game. Tae must be getting desperate for Yuta’s attention so I’m going to make him think I want to sleep with him then when he comes into my room, I’ll tell him I’m going to get something and that I’ll be back. Then when I leave, he’ll get naked and Jaehyun will be in the room already with a camera, he’ll take a picture, and we’ll basically own Tae because we’ll have his nudes. Then we’ll make him confess everything”. I smiled proudly at my scheme.

 “That is the single most ridiculous, convoluted, barely R-rated High School Musical bullshit plan I have ever heard in my entire existence”, Sana snorted, “No wonder Ten called you the losing team. That sounds like the plot of a Gossip Girl episode. It took you three days of talking to Jaehyun to come up with that?”

 “Shut up! It was my idea and Jaehyun is just going along with it”, I pouted.

“Damn, that boy must be in love with you if he’s going along with this rejected Teen Wolf storyline”, Sana’s laughs continued to fill my room.

 “You’re such a bitch”, I sulked, trying to hide my own smile. I had to admit, it wasn’t one of my finest plans. “I have to go now. I have an awesome plan to carry out”.

“Oh, you have second plan?” Sana cackled as I hung up on her. I laughed to myself as the room fell silent. Ten had told me that going against Taeyong was dangerous and that I would end up worse off so was this really the plan I wanted to go with?

“Sana is right. It is a shit plan”, Jaehyun simply said as we walked towards the pool.

 “So why were you going to help me carry it out?” I cried as I playfully hit his arm. He stumbled back in fake agony as I rolled my eyes and tried not to laugh at his childishness.

 “Because either way, it’s going to be fucking hilarious. I’m on both sides here, babe. Tae is my boy and you… you’re hot”, he smirked, snaking his hand around my waist. I quickly pushed him off and started walking faster.

“I can’t have someone who is on both teams. You might double cross me. I assume that in your twisted mind, Tae takes priority?”

“Bros before hoes”, Jaehyun shrugged. I had to admire his loyalty, I guess.

“Why are you even helping me then?” I finally decided to ask.

 “Like I said, you’re hot”

“There are girls around here who are fifty times hotter than me that you could be… entertaining”

 “You’re a different kind of hot”, Jaehyun simply smirked as he looked down at me. As I was about to ask what he meant, I heard Taeyong’s voice calling my name. Jaehyun and I both stopped and turned as we saw Taeyong running toward us.

“Hey baby”, Taeyong smiled as he finally reached us. He pulled me by the waist and placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Jaehyun shifted uncomfortably as he watched the scene unfold in front of him. Taeyong must have noticed the shift in atmosphere too because he suddenly let go of me and looked between Jaehyun and I.

 “Was I interrupting something?” Taeyong asked almost mockingly. He looked at Jaehyun, then back at me again before slowly nodding his head, “My bad. I’ll catch you tonight at Mark’s party, right?” he looked over at me. I gave him a forced smile and nodded.

 “I’ll see you then”, I said, my voice barely a whisper.

“Hey, and I heard Yuta will be there!” Taeyong beamed. He turned his head to Jaehyun, “Me, you and Yuta seem to have a lot of catching up to do”. Jaehyun clenched his jaw and kept his eyes trained on Taeyong.

 “I don’t think so. Nothing much has really happened lately”, Jaehyun shot back.

“Well then let’s change that tonight”, Taeyong smirked. He turned back to me and pushed his lips onto my own. I almost stumbled back but Taeyong’s arm snaked around my waist once more as he pulled me closer. He slid his tongue into my mouth and I stupidly let him. After a few seconds, Taeyong finally pulled away with his signature smirk plastered on his face. He turned to Jaehyun and winked before turning around and walking back in the direction he had come from.

 “Are you sure you want revenge because from where I’m standing, you’re pretty happy being his play toy”, Jaehyun scoffed. I adjusted my dress, embarrassed.

 “I can’t let him know I’m onto him”, I tried to justify my actions. Jaehyun let out a chuckle.

“He knew something was up from the second he saw us together… You know what, you’re boring me now. I’m gonna go find one of those girls who is fifty times hotter than you to entertain me”. And with that, Jaehyun turned around and started walking back in the direction Taeyong had gone. I stood there, confused by what had just happened. As I was about to follow Jaehyun, I heard a clap from behind me. I turned to see a smiling Rosé walking slowly towards me, applauding.

 “I never thought I’d see the day Jaehyun got a taste of his own medicine”, she smiled.

“What do you mean?” I asked her.

 “You just made out with Taeyong in front of him. I could practically see the jealousy bubbling up from all the way down there”, she threw her head back in laughter, “I should be more upset at you for stealing the guy I like but after the way he has treated me, I’m happy the universe is punishing him… even if that means I have to permanently lose him to you”, her smile faded a little.

 “Oh no, it’s not like that. He was just helping with something”

“When was the last time you saw Jaehyun just ‘helping’ some girl with no ulterior motive?” Rosé rolled her eyes, “How do you do it? You managed to get Ten to actually fucking look at you for longer than he looks at that damn phone, you’ve got Taeyong making out with you and taking you on dates, you’ve got Jae crushing on you, and I even heard rumours that you and Yuta were a thing. Are you just working your way through the group? If so, let me just tell you, Xiaojun is a phenomenal fuck. I hooked up with him last year and to this day, he is still the best sex I’ve ever had. Don’t tell Jaehyun”, she laughed as she began walking away. I was left standing in the middle of the sidewalk again, alone and perplexed.

I sat on the sofa in our living room as I scrolled through Instagram. There were already a shit ton of stories from Mark’s party being posted. The party had only started about an hour ago but people had already blown up all of their social media, telling everyone what a good time they were having. After what Rosé had said to me, I’d realised that this was all getting too messy. This wasn’t just some summer drama; once we got back to our normal lives, I’d still have to deal with these boys on a somewhat regular basis. As I sat there in my tank top and pyjama bottoms, ignoring Taeyong’s texts, my phone vibrated yet again.

Unknown: Hey. It’s Yuta.

I immediately replied.

Y/N: Why the new number?

Unknown: I have more than one phone you know.

Y/N: What do you want? You blocked me on the other one?

Unknown: Yeah, sorry about that. Why aren’t you at Mark’s thing?

I looked at the message for a moment and contemplated what I could say. It then dawned on me that I was trapped in this stupid cycle of lies and manipulation. Why would Yuta contact me from a completely different number instead of just unblocking me on his other phone? Come to think of it, when we used to be whatever we were, I only ever saw him with one phone. I was tired of the games so I simply replied.

Y/N: Is this really Yuta?

The reply piqued my curiosity.

Unknown: Come to the party and find out ;)

By the time I arrived at Mark Lee’s suite, it was practically overflowing with people and some party goers had started drinking and hanging out in the corridors. It took me approximately ten minutes to actually get into the suite itself, and even then, it was so packed it took me an additional five minutes to get to the kitchen. As I reached the counter which was covered in drinks, my phone buzzed again.

Unknown: You actually came. You must still really be into me.

I rolled my eyes and replied.

Y/N: I still don’t know who I’m talking to. Taeyong, if this is you, I’m done with your games.

I pressed ‘send’ only to look up and immediately regret my decision. Taeyong’s frame made its way through the crowd. He spotted me, smiled and started making his way towards me. I looked back down at my vibrating phone.

Unknown: This isn’t Taeyong. I told you it’s Yuta.

I looked up again and saw Taeyong getting closer, no phone in his hand.

“I was scared you wouldn’t make it”, Taeyong shouted over the music as he finally reached me.

“Here I am!” I yelled back. He smiled at me and leaned in closer to my ear.

 “I just wanted to say that I think I’m done”. I looked up at him, confused.

“Done with the party? It only started an hour and a half ago”, I was getting tired of straining my voice.

 “No, babe, done with this”, he motioned between us, “You obviously aren’t as oblivious as I thought”. Wait, he was shutting this down? If anything, I was the one who should have been getting to dump him. Even though we weren’t dating, I wanted the satisfaction of breaking it off. I found myself sighing with relief anyway, glad it was all finally over. I was going to be on the next flight to Dubai tomorrow morning no matter what my father had to say. This place was suffocating me.

 “Whatever. Bye Tae”, I turned to leave but turned back to ask one final question, “What were you actually trying to achieve here?” Taeyong simply smiled and looked around the room. He leaned into my ear once again.

 “You’ll find out in a bit. I still need you for one more thing. Jaehyun asked me not to hurt you but I’m already doing him the favour of leaving you alone”, he simply said. I stood there, perplexed.

 “I refuse to be part of any more of this silliness”. And with that, I turned to leave. As I reached the entrance, I checked my phone for any texts from Yuta I may have missed.

Unknown: Come to the room with the white door. I need to talk to you, Y/N.

I still needed to apologize for not believing him about the water balloons. I also now wanted to make sure we were in a good place. I missed him more than I liked to admit. When we weren’t too busy fucking, we actually had a great time together… secretly of course. Sneaky movie dates, spending time at each other’s houses, and even going on long drives out of town just so we could talk; I missed our relationship which wasn’t really a relationship. I wouldn’t admit this to anyone but Yuta was my first love and I wished my stupid crush on Taeyong hadn’t made me ruin what we were… what we could have been.

Y/N: I’m on my way.

I turned around yet again and pushed my way through a dark corridor, towards the white door which was decorated with a sign that read ‘DO NOT ENTER’. Looking around for any other possible options, I realised that this had to be the door Yuta was talking about. I twisted the door knob and attempted to push it open but it must have been barricaded from the inside. I attempted again to open it. Again. Again. Once more. Suddenly, the door flung open.

 “Can’t you read, you fucking…?” Yuta stood before me shirtless and with his hair dishevelled. His eyes instantly widened as he saw me. It took less that a second for a gorgeous red headed girl to appear behind him in nothing but a bra and panties. She held onto his arm and looked over at me before attempting to hide her almost-naked body, embarrassed. “Y/N…”

 “Is this what you wanted to show me?” I could feel the tears threatening to fall from my eyes. In reality, I had no reason to be this upset. But after finally admitting to myself that I loved Yuta, it hurt to see him with someone else. Even though I knew he’d been sleeping around. I guess seeing it with my own eyes hurt more than I anticipated.  

 “What are you talking about?” Yuta looked down at me. By the looks of it, Yuta had been a little too preoccupied to have been the one texting me. I could think of nothing but to run away so I did. I pushed my way through crowds of people yet again and made it to the entrance. I turned to look back and see if Yuta had made an attempt to follow me but he hadn’t. Before I turned to leave, I did however notice the big smile on Taeyong’s face as he watched me.

five

I knew I was being ridiculous.

 It was 4AM in the morning and after crying in my room for what felt like forever, I decided to stop feeling sorry for myself and just pack my bags. I didn’t know where I was going but I just knew that I didn’t want to be here anymore. I didn’t want to go to Dubai and ruin Sana’s drama free break, and I didn’t want to go back home because that would just remind me that when the summer comes to an end, I have to go back to school and confront… him. At this point I didn’t even know who ‘him’ was. I didn’t want to confront Taeyong because I could already see his smug grin mocking me. I didn’t want to confront Jaehyun because he was mad at me for some strange reason. And I most definitely didn’t want to confront Yuta after seeing him with another girl. Again, I knew I was being ridiculous. I was mad at Yuta for sleeping with someone else when we weren’t dating? Yeah, that’s insane.

I threw the last dress into my suitcase and hastily zipped it up. I’d made the bed and emptied the wardrobe; I was ready to leave. I wanted to go before my dad or Jessica woke up so that I wouldn’t have to deal with that mess. I took one last look in the mirror; my makeup was smudged and my hair was… I don’t even know what my hair was doing, but I didn’t care. I grabbed my suitcase handle and made my way into the living room. I quickly realised that dragging my suitcase on a hardwood floor wasn’t exactly the stealthiest escape plan so I ended up lifting the heavy case and waddling to the door.

“We’re almost there, doll”, the taxi driver looked at me through the rear view mirror. I had anxiously been fidgeting with the watch on my wrist, and the loose string from my jeans… and the handle of my bag… and my hair. He had obviously sensed my negative energy and felt the need to reassure me that I was almost at the airport. Little did he know that his statement only made things worse. The closer I got to the airport, the quicker I’d have to make a decision about where exactly I was going. I grabbed my phone from my bag; I hadn’t looked at it since I left Mark’s party. I had 3 new messages. One was from my service provider telling me about the ‘exciting new offers’ they would give me if I introduced a friend. The other was from Jaehyun.

JJ: Hey. Sorry about what happened earlier. I let Tae get the best of me. I also got sucked up in this fight for your heart and somehow managed to convince myself I liked you too. You’re fucking cool and we’d be great friends but I don’t think my feelings are that deep… Anyway, I told Tae to leave you alone and not hurt you so you’re in the clear now ;) Erm, also I saw you talking to Rosé after I left… Is she still mad at me? :’(

I laughed at his message but still felt annoyed by his attitude towards me earlier so I simply texted back.

Y/N: She said Xiaojun is a phenomenal fuck.   

I felt petty but I knew he’d see the humour in it… eventually, and we could laugh about it… eventually. I really did want to be his friend. If there is one thing I’d learned this summer, it’s that Jeong Jaehyun was alright. I hoped he’d clean up his act and apologise to Rosé. I moved on to my final message. It was from Ten.

TenOutOfTen: Dude, what did you do to Yuta? He’s in my room practically crying?! I hope you burn in hell for indirectly making me wake up so early… bitch.

Again, I laughed at the text but my laughter soon faded when I re-read the first half of the message. Yuta was in Ten’s room, crying. And he must have mentioned me because Ten had asked me what I had done. I checked the timestamp on the message; it was sent 50 minutes ago. My curiosity had me wanting to tell the taxi driver to turn back immediately but just as I was considering this option, the taxi pulled up to the airport. It was large and bright yet startlingly quiet. I hopped out of the vehicle and paid my driver.

 “Keep the change”, I smiled as I adjusted my bag and began walking away.

“Keep the change? Oooh, splashing the cash, are we?” I heard a voice laugh. I turned back to the taxi rank and saw a figure sitting on his suitcase. I didn’t immediately recognise his voice but as he turned his head back to me and I saw his face, I rolled my eyes. Xiaojun.

 “What are you doing here? I heard you were volunteering or something like that”, I dragged my bag back towards him. He stood from his perched position and suddenly towered over me.

 “I finished my volunteer stuff. It was fun but Taeyong’s texts told me that the real fun was at the country club. I came to see the drama is real life but it looks like the female lead is leaving before curtain call?” Xiaojun smirked.

“You left your volunteer position to come watch some petty feud between Yuta and Tae? I thought you were the more decent of the fuckboys”, I let out an exaggerated pout.

 “Don’t flatter yourselves. The programme was a short one; I’m going to the club because my parents need me to complete their ‘happy family’ set up”, Xiaojun explained, “The petty feud between Yuta and Tae was just a nice little treat”.

“Well I hate to break it to you but it’s all over now”, I was about to turn around when Xiaojun chuckled.

“Over? According to Jaemin’s texts, you walked in on Yuta and Umji. Tae confronted Yuta about fucking his ex. And now Umji has broken up with Yuta because she doesn’t want to be part of their ‘sick little dick measuring contest’” Xiaojun turned around and looked down the road, “Why the fuck is my Uber taking so long? I can’t stand getting into taxis I didn’t order. It’s creepy as fuck; the dude could be some insane looney who bought his taxi sign on eBay and you just get in his fake taxi and…”

“Wait a minute…”, the cogs were turning in your head and you were finally starting to see the bigger picture. “Yuta was secretly dating Umji, Tae’s ex, so Tae started messing with me as a warning for Yuta to back off?”

 “Basically, yes. Jeno accidentally told Tae that he had seen Umji leaving Yuta’s house one morning when he’d gone over. Tae and Yuta are idiots who never talk shit through so instead of Tae asking Yuta to stop seeing Umji, Tae decided to pretend he didn’t know and try to get Yuta to admit it himself. Yuta played dumb so Tae got pissed and decided to give him a taste of his medicine by targeting the one girl he knows Yuta gives a shit about”, Xiaojun pointed to me.

 “Why was Yuta dating Umji anyway?” my jealously was getting the better of me, “When Yuta and I were… He told me he couldn’t stand her”.

“Ego. It’s all about ego when it comes to Dumb and Dumber. Even though you refer to us so lovingly as ‘fuckboys’, we do have our weaknesses. Tae’s is Umji and Yuta’s is you. We all know each other’s weaknesses and they instantly become off limits but after Tae and Yuta had yet another alpha male standoff, Yuta hooked up with Umji because he wanted to prove to himself that he was better than Tae. Umji was the first girl who ever really properly distracted from you so I guess he kept her around… I don’t know”, Xiaojun threw his glance down the road yet again but there was nothing in sight.

 “You know you can track your Uber on the app. It tells you how far it is?” I simply stated.

Xiaojun raised his eyebrows and looked back down at his phone. “This is my first time using this. I usually have the family’s driver take me everywhere but I didn’t want to wake him so early”, he tapped at his phone, “It’s close”. We stood there in an uncomfortable silence before I decided to turn around and leave; I finally had the whole story. “Why are you leaving?”

 “Why not? Your idiot friends have been using me as a prop in their game and I’m tired”, I sighed.

“It’s all over now though, right? Umji and Yuta are over. Him and Tae are pissed at each other but they’ll hug it out in a few days. Everything is chill”, at that moment, Xiaojun’s phone beeped and he looked down to read his text, “Maybe not…”

“What is it now? Did Umji reveal that she was pregnant? Did Jaehyun propose to Rosé? Did Yuta and Tae finally admit their feelings for each other and finally make it official? At this rate, nothing would surprise me”, I chuckled humourlessly. As I said this, Xiaojun’s Uber pulled up in front of us.

 “You might want to get in and come back with me, babe”.

“And why would I do that?” I laughed.

 “I just got a text from Ten and…” My own phone suddenly vibrated in my hands. I looked down and couldn’t understand what I was reading.

TenOutOfTen: Your idiot ex got drunk and fell off a roof. He’s at the General Hospital downtown!

six

Five years earlier

It was just my luck that the day my father had told me he couldn’t pick me up from school, it just so happened to start pouring down with rain. I usually had a driver who would come get me but my mother had asked my dad to do it for a month in an effort to ‘improve our relationship’. My father hadn’t been too fond of that idea but he did it anyway. He probably did it out of guilt; my mother was growing suspicious of his ‘innocent friendship’ with a new employee at his company, Jessica. I’d met her once and she seemed lovely. My mother was probably just being paranoid. Anyway, my father had promised to tell the driver to pick me up instead but he’d obviously forgotten as I ended up standing outside the school doors for 45 minutes.

 “Are you okay, darling?” a voice rang from the bottom of the stairwell. A woman with beautiful long black hair had stepped out of her car and was staring at me, a wet, crying teenager at the top of the stairs, freezing my butt off. “Where are your parents?” she asked.

 “I don’t t-thing anyone is c-coming”, I stuttered. She gave me a sympathetic smile and asked where I lived. I told her.

 “Oh, you’re Y/N, right? We live just three houses away from you; we moved in last month. I met your mother at brunch a few weeks back and she told me she had a daughter but you couldn’t make it because of tennis practice”, she beamed at me.

“Oh”, was all I could say. This had all been true. I’d skipped brunch a few weeks back in favour of playing tennis with this girl I’d met a few months ago called Sana. She was very sweet and I knew we’d become good friends.

 “I hope you don’t find this odd but… if you need a ride, I can take you home. I’m actually here to pick up my son Yuta; he should be finishing lacrosse try-outs in a few minutes. Maybe you know him, he’s your age so he could be in some of your classes!” I shook my head. I didn’t know him.

“But if it’s alright, I’d really like a ride back home, ma’am”, I sniffled. The woman smiled sympathetically and nodded, walking over to her car and opening one of the back doors. I strongly considered the fact that I might be getting kidnapped and that this Yuta kid didn’t actually exist but I was too cold and wet to care. Plus, maybe if I went missing, my dad would feel super guilty and actually care about me for a minute. I made my way down the stairs and into the woman’s car. She closed the door and walked over to the driver’s side, slipping herself into the seat. She drummed her fingers on the steering wheel as we sat there in silence for about 3 minutes. Suddenly, the passenger door swung open and someone took that seat. I couldn’t see their face properly but I could I could see their black, rain-soaked hair.

 “Yuta, this is Y/N. She lives a few houses down from ours”, his mother turned in her seat to point at me. Yuta slowly turned his head and shifted his body so that he could see me clearly. He was beautiful. How had I not noticed him before? My eyes scanned his face at least ten times, my gaze lingering on his pink lips, before either one of us finally spoke.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N”, he smiled, “I’m Yuta”.

Present day

Xiaojun held me close as I cried into his coat. The Uber ride felt never ending. Xiaojun hadn’t said anything since I’d started sobbing after I read the text. He’d simply just walked over to me a hugged me, held me for a minute, then ushered me into the car. I knew this wasn’t entirely my fault but I had definitely played my part. If anything happened to Yuta, I would never forgive myself. I finally pulled away from Xiaojun and looked down at my phone. There were no new messages. I don’t know what I was expecting; maybe I wanted to look down and find a text that read ‘just kidding’ followed by an eggplant emoji and a winking face. I could handle this being some sick twisted joke better than I could handle Yuta actually being critically hurt.

 “We’re here”, Xiaojun’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. I immediately opened the door and sped towards the hospital entrance. As I ran towards the building, I could make out two figures walking out; Taeyong and Jaehyun. They both looked distraught, Taeyong more so than Jaehyun. It was probably the guilt eating away at him. Jaehyun saw me and immediately called my name. I ran over to them and into Jaehyun’s arms.

 “What’s happening, Jaehyun?” I tried to control my sobs.

“It’s alright, babe, he’s in surgery right now so there’s no more information we can get until after it’s over”, he whispered. We both stood there in our embrace for a while before we pulled away. I looked over at Taeyong who stared back with red, apologetic eyes. He was hurting, maybe even more than me, but I was too upset to care. I wanted to hit him, to slap him across the face and tell him this was all his fault. I wanted to tell him that if anything happened to Yuta, he would have to live with it for the rest of his life. He would have to understand that he caused all of this because of his stupid ego. But as I looked at him and saw the broken boy staring back, I realised that he already knew.

 “I’m so sorry”, he simply said before turning away and walking towards an already waiting car.

 “I should probably go with him. If you want to, you can come with us. Nothing is going to happen for the next couple of hours”, Jaehyun sighed. I vigorously shook my head.

“No, no, I want to be here. I want to be right here. Nowhere else”, I protested. Jaehyun nodded as a small smile appear on his face.

 “Your guys have one fucked up love story, huh? I’d love to hear it one day”. And with that, he followed in Taeyong’s footsteps.

 “Jaehyun, can you please take my suitcase back to the club. It’s over there with Xiaojun”, I smiled weakly. Jaehyun gave me a small nod and made his way to Xiaojun who was struggling with both mine and his suitcases.

“Y/N! Thank God, you’re here!” I heard as soon as I walked into the hospital waiting room. It was Yuta’s mother.

“Mrs Nakamoto”, I called as I ran into her arms. We held each other tightly and I found myself sighing with relief. She was probably the only person who truly knew the extent of my relationship with Yuta, well, apart from the hooking up. She knew how much he truly meant to me, despite the aloof demeanour I treated him with over the years.

“He’ll be alright! Don’t worry; I’ve prayed and I’ve prayed. He’ll be alright”, Mrs Nakamoto comforted me as she pulled away from our hug. “The injuries aren’t as bad as I thought they’d be. He probably broke a few things but his head wasn’t hurt that much so there is no possibility of anything more than a concussion”. A sigh of relief escaped my lips once again. I finally took the time to look around the small white room. Apart from myself and Mrs Nakamoto, the only other person in the room was Ten who was sleeping on the dark blue sofa near the vending machine.

 “Why didn’t he go back to the country club with Tae and Jaehyun?” I asked.

“Jaehyun didn’t think it would be a good idea for Taeyong and Ten to be in the same car together. Ten is pretty furious at Taeyong. He said he was going to leave in a different car but then he fell asleep soon after. I wish I had a blanket for him”, explained Mrs Nakamoto. I look over at Ten one more time and smiled at his small figure, curled in a little ball as soft snores filled the room. “What happened, Y/N? Why did my baby try to kill himself?” I looked back at Mrs Nakamoto whose eyes were now filling with tears.

 “Oh no! He didn’t try to kill himself. He was just being drunk and dramatic. Don’t worry, Mrs Nakamoto, he’s not suicidal”, I offered her small smile.

 “I really hope you’re right… God, I’ve missed you. You never come by the house anymore”, Mrs Nakamoto sighed as she took a seat; I went and sat next to her.

“I know. I’m sorry”.

We sat in a comfortable silence for about ten minutes before the waiting room doors swung open and I turned to see the last person I wanted here tonight. Umji.

Three years earlier

“I’m not going to tell you”, I screamed through my laughter as Yuta tickled me. I tried to push him off of me in an attempt to escaped his grasp but he was too strong. I could feel myself edging towards the side of the bed so I decided to give in before we both fell onto the floor of Yuta’s bedroom. “Fine, fine, I’ll tell you!”.

Yuta immediately stopped his attack on my body, and he sat up at the foot of his bed. He looked over at me expectedly. “I don’t understand why you’re being so difficult. I know all the date-worthy guys at school. I could set you up with anyone”.

“I don’t have a crush though. I just think there are some cute guys”, I explained.

 “Like?”

“Jaehyun”

 “He’s such a player!”

“He’s cute! Okay, Taeyong”

 “Even worse!”

“What? Okay, fine. Xiaojun”

“Better but still not good enough for you”

 “Why do you hang out with them if they’re such bad guys?” I laughed.

“I’m a bad guy too”, Yuta shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips. I wished I could argue against this point but deep down I knew that he was right; I just chose to ignore his cocky rich boy side. “Choose someone outside of my friendship circle. And stop checking out my friends!”

“Hmmm, what about Ten?”

“I SAID SOMEONE OUTSIDE MY FRIENDSHIP CIRCLE, YOU IDIOT! Plus, that would never happen, trust me”

“Why not?”

“Just choose someone else!”

 “Mingyu”. I’d seen him playing lacrosse when I went to watch Yuta and I remember thinking he was one of the most gorgeous boys I’d ever seen.

“Oh. Yeah, he’s cool, I guess. I could get him to ask you out”, Yuta mused. I tried to hide my excitement.

“What about you? Who do you like?” I found myself suddenly curious.

“No one in particular. Who do you think I’d look good with?” Yuta crawled across the bed so that he was now sitting next to me, our heads both resting on the headboard.

 “You’d look good with… Sakura, or maybe Karina, what about Umji?” I analysed all the beautiful girls in our school.

“Hmm… what about Sana?” he asked, turning his head to look at me.

“You can’t like Sana! She’s my closest friend”

“Exactly! That’s how it feels when you say stuff about Xiaojun and Jaehyun and all those guys”, he pouted. I laughed and turned my head to face him. Our faces were close but we were used to invading each other’s personal space.

“Okay, fine. I’ll stay away from your clique of players and you stay away from Sana. I can set you up with Umji and you can set me up with Mingyu”, I smiled.

 “No, I can’t stand Umji. She’s so fake, and she lives on drama. She loves starting it, being part of it and talking about it; she pretends she doesn’t but really, she craves being the centre of attention. She’s more Tae’s type”, he laughed and I laughed along with him. “Why are we talking about this again?”

 “You said that this is the ages when teenagers start losing their virginity so we should start dating to get the process going”, I whispered against his lips. I hadn’t noticed that our faces had drifted even closer together. It was then I realised that if we didn’t stop, we’d kiss.

 “Well, I just realised that things would move a lot quicker if we just skipped all that dating shit and went straight for the sex”. And before I could ask him what he meant his lips were on mine. I had never kissed anyone before and I was sure he hadn’t either so we both moved slowly and cautiously. Yuta pulled me up onto his lap, our lips staying connected. We moved them in sync for some seconds when I felt Yuta’s tongue slip through the small gap of my slightly open lips. It felt strange at first; someone else’s tongue was in my mouth, but I quickly found my own tongue beginning to explore his mouth. I felt his hands slipping under my t-shirt and working their way up to my bra. As he was about to unhook my bra, his bedroom door flung open. I pushed myself off him and innocently looked towards the entrance.

 “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to interrupt!” Mrs Nakamoto looked between Yuta and I, flustered. Yuta awkwardly ran his fingers through his hair and jumped off the bed.

 “You didn’t interrupt anything”, Yuta mumbled.

 “No, I did. I’m sorry. I was just going to say I’m going out for a bit but now I’m not so sure”, Mrs Nakamoto chuckled. “I mean; I knew you guys liked each other but I didn’t know you were secretly doing whatever this is. Maybe I shouldn’t have let you guys have all those sleepovers…” she continued to tease us.

 “That was the first time, okay. We were just… testing something”, Yuta walked over to the door and attempted to close it.

 “Oh no, no! Just because I like the idea of you two being together, doesn’t mean I’m going to continue letting you hang out in this bedroom with the door closed. I’m too young to be a grandmother! No sex until you get married, guys!” Mrs Nakamoto exclaimed. Yuta groaned, and I simply buried my head into my hands and wished I could disappear.

Present day

“What are you doing here?” I jumped up from my seat and quickly walked over to Umji.

 “The same thing you are. I’m here for my boyfriend”, Umji rolled her eyes at me, “Just because we went through a bump in our relationship doesn’t mean I don’t love him and care for his well-being”.

 “You didn’t go through a ‘bump’, you broke up. And please don’t say you love him because you don’t and he doesn’t love you”, I spat out. Umji rolled her eyes again and took out her phone. She unlocked it and tapped at it until she seemed to find what she was looking for. She turned the phone to face me and I looked over the device; it was a picture of a big bouquet of flowers with a card that simply read ‘love Yuta’.

 “He had this sent to me on my birthday, along with a custom-made Tiffany necklace. What did he ever do for you? From what I heard, you were a quick fuck when he was bored”, Umji smirked. I could feel my blood boiling at her words but the picture she’d shown me calmed my nerves. I remembered Yuta telling me that flowers and a necklace are…

“Excuse me, sweetheart, but unfortunately the doctor said there can only be a maximum of three guests”, Mrs Nakamoto suddenly chimed in. I turned to face her but her eyes were settled on Umji.

 “Then why can’t Y/N leave? I’m his girlfriend”, Umji whined, “And who the hell are you to decide who stays and who goes?”

 “I’m his mother”, Mrs Nakamoto retorted, “And from what I hear, you’re no longer his girlfriend… Thank God”. Umji’s eyes suddenly widened as she realised who she had just addressed in such a rude manner.

 “I’m so sorry! I didn’t know you were his…”

“I think it’s time for you to go, Umji”, I smiled as a flustered Umji tried to formulate an excuse. “And don’t pretend you care about him. If anything you’re probably just here to live tweet the drama for the whole school”. Umji looked over at me ready to say something but then decided against it. Maybe she could tell that I’d been crying and distraught and in no mood for her shit. She simply nodded slightly and turned on her heels to leave. Before she closed the door, she turned to look at me one last time.

 “I know he doesn’t love me. And I know that you weren’t just an occasional fuck. Whenever I was with him and you walked by, I could feel all of his attention shifting to you. And you didn’t even have to try”, Umji confessed, a sad smile playing on her lips. She finally closed the door and left you standing in the waiting room.

“Occasional fuck? Hmm, it looks like my no-closed-bedroom-door rule didn’t help much” Mrs Nakamoto suddenly chuckled humourlessly from her seat. I knew that she was very religious and had truly not wanted me to sleep with Yuta outside of wedlock. I sighed as I walked over to her.

 “I’m so sorry Mrs Nakamoto. We just… we couldn’t help it”, I looked at her apologetically.

“Hormones are a powerful thing I guess”, she smiled at me. “So when did it happen the first time? Where?”

I groaned and buried my head in my hands like I had when she’d caught Yuta and I making out on his bed.

“Oh come on, I’m just curious”, she laughed.

 “This is so weird!” I joined her in her laughter. After a long pause I decided to get it over and done with. “It was about 3 months after you caught is making out in his room… My mother had just found out about my father’s affair with Jessica, she’d packed up her things and left without so much as a goodbye to me. I was distraught and angry. I just wanted to get away from everything so Yuta stole your car, sorry about that, and we drove for hours and hours and just talked. We went to a beach and I cried and cried and we talked some more. After that I felt much better and we decided to head back home. By that time, it was so dark and we were so tired that Yuta decided to take us to your beach house instead, again sorry about that. We watched my favourite film and ate my favourite snacks; I just felt so safe with him. One thing led to another and we ended up sleeping together that night”. I smiled at the memory. It was the first time I truly felt like I was in love with Yuta. I think I’d loved him before but that was the first time I really knew.

 “I can’t believe my car and beach house were involved in this”, Mrs Nakamoto joked. I giggled. I wanted to tell her more, it felt good to share.

 “After that night, we started… being intimate quite regularly. But as we grew older, Yuta became more and more influenced by his friends. I could no longer ignore the person he was becoming and it killed me. So, we drifted apart but we still…I don’t know, I guess we still loved each other. So it became more a hate-sex kind of thing even though there were times when he’d come over to my house and find me crying because of a fight I had with my dad. I’d expect him to just leave but he surprised me each time by taking me out for a drive and treating me like he did that day”, I took a deep sigh. It wasn’t until Mrs Nakamoto’s fingers were wiping away my tears that I even realised I was crying.

 “Your mother loved you more than anything in the world. I hope you know that”, Mrs Nakamoto cooed.

 “Then why did she leave without me?” I sobbed.

“Your dad didn’t give her much of a choice…”, Mrs Nakamoto admitted.

“What does that mean?”

 “It’s not my responsibility to tell you. Talk to your dad when you get back, okay. Actually, I’m going to call a car for Ten, you should go with him. I’d really like to be alone”.

“I’ll see you back at the club, okay?” Ten gave me a sleepy smile as the car dropped me off at the beach. I smiled back and nodded, getting out of the vehicle.

It was now 7:30AM and I still hadn’t slept. My mind was too chaotic right now. It took less than 2 minutes for me to find the perfect spot in the sand to sit and watch the waves. I thought about every trip to the beach with Yuta. I thought about every heated encounter we had, both sexual and verbal. I thought about how no matter how much we fought and teased each other; we’d always find our way back in each other’s arms. Most importantly, I thought about how we’d never vocally admitted we were in love.

 “He’s going to be fine, you know”. I looked up to see Taeyong standing next to me. I quickly got up from the ground and tried turning to walk away. Taeyong grabbed my arm. “Wait! Please!”

“What is it, Tae? You want to apologise? Because that’s not going to fix anything. Yes, he’ll be fine but the fact that it even had to escalate to this level is disgusting”, I spat out, pulling my arm out of his grasp.

 “You don’t think I know that?” Taeyong fired back. He frantically ran his fingers through his hair. “Yuta is one of my best friends. But he hurt me. I love Umji so much. Yes, she’s a bit of a bitch sometimes but I love that about her. She’s such a fucking drama queen but I could sit there all day and listen to her talking shit about people I don’t care about…”

“Why are you telling me this?” I suddenly spoke up.

“Because you know what it’s like to ignore all the bad because the good outweighs it. That’s what it was like with Yuta, right? He’s an arrogant dick and he thinks he’s better than most people but you looked over that because you loved him. I’m telling you this because I don’t want you to think I did this for the sake of being malicious. I did it for Umji. You were just an easy target because I knew you had feelings for me; I’m sorry”, Taeyong looked at me apologetically.

“You know… I actually broke things off with Yuta because I wanted to be with you”, I laughed at my own stupid confession. “Goodness knows what I saw in you”.

“I’m hot”, Taeyong flashed me his killer smile. A few weeks ago, I would have fallen to his feet at the sight but now I felt nothing. Okay, not nothing, he was still exceptionally attractive.

“Why do I always fall for such conceited idiots?” I joked.

“Knowing you’re attractive doesn’t make you conceited. That’s just a mind-set sold to us by the beauty industry to make us insecure so we buy their crap”, Taeyong stated almost robotically. And it suddenly reminded me of Ten and how he’d warned me that him and Taeyong were extremely alike. “I don’t understand why you gave up on a guy you love for a guy you were kind of crushing on though”.

 “I thought maybe if I moved on, I could forget him. I didn’t want to be in love with him forever. I wanted to be with someone who was always nice to everyone. Not just secretly nice to me. And I didn’t want to just be an occasional fuck”.

“We both know you weren’t an occasional fuck. Yuta talked about you so much without even realising it; ‘Guys, doesn’t Y/N look different today? I think maybe she did something different with her hair… she looks stupid’, ‘Hmm, this candle smells so good. Y/N has one like this… she’s so stupid’, ‘Why was Mingyu flirting with Y/N at lunch today? I thought he was dating someone else… Did you see her giggle? She’s so stupid’” Taeyong’s impression of Yuta coaxed the hardest laugh I’d had in a while. “The guys and I came to the conclusion that calling you stupid was his warped way of saying he loved you”.

 “He’s so stupid”, I mumbled, and it was Taeyong’s turn to let out a laugh.

“I really hope this shitty situation at least brings you two together… properly this time”. I smiled at Tae and found myself wishing this shitty situation would bring him together with Umji.

One year earlier

Yuta quickly put his lacrosse shorts back on while I pulled up my panties. There wasn’t much room to move in the janitor’s closet but we’d made it work.

 “I hope you realise that was the only time I’ll let you fuck me without a condom”, I scolded.

“I know, I said I’m sorry! You think I want a kid right now? I just ran out, okay, but I really needed you before this game”, Yuta rolled his eyes while he helped me fix my hair.

 “You should keep track of all the random girls you sleep with so you can manage your condom supply”, I huffed, “I don’t want kids right now either”.

“I only have sex with you, idiot, we just go through boxes really quickly”, Yuta retorted. I froze as I processed the new information; Yuta only slept with me? He must have felt my suddenly static state because he stopped and looked down at me. “Do you fuck other guys?” His voice was small.

 “No! I’m just surprised because I thought for sure I was one of many. I hear girls talking about all the gifts you give them and so I assumed you were wooing them or something”.

“Okay, first of all, who says ‘wooing’? And second of all, I give girls flowers and sometimes jewellery; it’s no big deal when you have money. Flowers and necklaces are basic gifts; you don’t have to think about them and they’re not really that personal. At least not to me. If I really like a girl, I’d buy her something with significance to our relationship, you know”.

 “If you don’t sleep with these girls, why do you buy them flowers and all that?” I asked.

“My friends don’t know about us and I’d prefer they didn’t find out so I have to keep up appearances and make it look like I’m trying to get laid”, Yuta shrugged.

“You’re ashamed of me?” I gave him a fake pout. Yuta took a step forward and kissed me softly on the cheek.

 “Of course I am. I can’t have people knowing we’re a… thing. I’m awesome and you’re… stupid”, he chuckled. I didn’t take anything personally; we’d both agreed to keep our escapades quiet to avoid drama and complications. “I have to go now. The game starts in 5 minutes and I told Coach I was just going to the bathroom really quickly”.

 “Good luck, jerk”.

“Are you coming?”

 “No, my dad wants me to have a family dinner with him and Jessica”, I gagged, and Yuta looked at me with sad eyes.

“Oh… well, since you can’t come to my game, you owe me. We can go to the beach tomorrow, yeah?” he smiled. He made it sound like I was doing him a favour because I was missing his game but I could tell that he was doing me a favour because he could tell that I was upset at my father who was trying to replace my mother.

“Fine, I guess I owe you that much… Thanks”, I smiled. Yuta leaned down one more time, this time placing a chaste kiss on my lips.

Present day

I’d been back home for three weeks now and the first day back at school was tomorrow. Summer was officially over. After that day at the beach with Taeyong, we’d gone back to the country club where my father had shouted at me for trying to leave without telling him then proceeded to have a driver take me back home. He didn’t even let me check on Yuta before I left. All updates on Yuta’s condition had being given to me via his mother’s phone calls, and Ten, Jaehyun, Taeyong and Xiaojun’s texts. They told me he was fine and that he hadn’t even broken a single bone, although he still had some damage in his right ankle and had to walk around with crutches. I wanted to talk to him but every time I tried to ask his mother while we were on the phone, I’d chicken out.

 “I’ll see him tomorrow at school, Sana!” I groaned as she tried to persuade me to call him, “He still has my number blocked probably so it would be no use”.

 “You’re just making excuses! Call him on a different phone. You can’t ignore a guy who practically jumped off a roof because he was distraught about losing you”, Sana whined over the phone.

“I’m not ignoring him. I just want to give him space… And I’m pretty sure he just fell. What time are you getting here anyway?”

“I’m closer than you think”, Sana chirped. Suddenly the doorbell rang.

“Wow, impressive”, I laughed.

“What is?”

 “That you’re already at the door”, I said as I made my way to the entrance.

 As I pulled open the wooden door, Sana’s voice rang out from the device in my hand, “I’m not at your door…”

I froze in place as I looked at the person staring back at me, mirroring my motionless state. “Yuta…”

“H-hey Y/N”, he stammered, “I was wondering if…” Before he could even finish his sentence, I’d crossed the threshold of my house and thrown myself into him, hugging him tightly. He seemed caught off guard for a second before I felt his arms squeezing around me.

 “You’re okay! You’re okay!” I sobbed into his shirt. I’d been told multiple times that he was fine but seeing him here in front of me felt so unbelievably amazing.

“Yeah, I’m okay”, he laughed into my hair. We stood like that for minutes before we heard an awkward cough from behind us.

 “Sana! You’re here”, I blurted out. Yuta’s arms fell to his side and I took a step back, separating us. Sana looked between Yuta and I, a knowing smile on her face. She silently walked past Yuta and myself, entering my house and shutting the door. I stood outside my closed house and awkwardly looked up at Yuta; he let out a short laugh while quickly faded back into the silence.

The front door suddenly flew open and Sana quickly snapped a picture on her phone. “Say cheese”, she beamed before slamming the door again.

 “Umm, that was… weird. I… I just came here to… to let you know that… I’m not always that dramatic. You know, the whole roof thing. Yeah… I also wanted to apologise for…”

 “I love you”, the words sped out of my mouth before I could stop them. Yuta stared at me; his eyes wide. “I just… I wanted to say it loud just once”.

“You still love me after all this shit”, Yuta chuckled to himself, “Wow…”

 “Yeah, I guess I’m just stupid”, I giggled, embarrassed.

“You’re not stupid”, he smiled, “I love you too”. My heart stopped. I’d always imagined what it would feel like to hear him say those words but truly no fantasy lived up to the real thing.

“I guess we’re both stupid”, I whispered. Yuta closed the gap between us and rested his forehead on mine.

 “If Sana wasn’t here, I would have loved to take you out on a proper date”, he mused. Suddenly, the door flung open yet again and Sana, phone in hand, sped past us and down the driveway.

 “See you at school tomorrow!” she yelled as she disappeared into the distance.

“Your friend is so fucking weird”, Yuta laughed.

“Urgh, don’t even get me started on your friends”. We both chuckled, still holding each other. We had such a long way to go and so many broken things to fix but I loved him and he loved me and hopefully at the end of the road, that would be enough.