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staylovesmiley · 5 months ago

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Mixtape: OH~ Chapter 1

₊˚⊹ᰔ Pairing; Han Jisung x Fem!reader

₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ Summary; Having a crush on your friend/roommate while trying to navigate college life is hard enough as it is, what happens after you find out the secret he has been hiding?

₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ Warnings; college!au, female!reader, angst, smut, mentions of sexual harassment, alcohol and drug use, she/her pronouns used for reader, this is very loosely based off the overall themes/tones of the manga and anime “kiss him, not me!”~

“So…you gonna buy it?”

Soft chocolate brown eyes flit around the room, his honey skin flushed lightly caused by the cider he had been nursing throughout the night.

“Ya know what? Sure- gotta take down Minnie-opolis one property at a time.”

Cool condensation wets your palm due to the cold glass of cola you sip on while you listen to the chatter of your friends around you, not fully paying attention to anything but the man sitting so close beside you on the floor that your thighs are pressed together.

“Pay up then, baldie!”

“oh that was so uncalled for! I still have hair, ya know! It’s just buzzed.”

“Yeah, you look like a kiwi fruit.”

An exchange of flimsy paper money for a piece of card stock printed with the property being purchased is made across the coffee table and a moment later there is a shout that draws everyone’s attention, well….almost everyone.

“Ya! Don’t think I didn’t see that, you little cheat! That money is supposed to go in the bank not your personal stash!”

Playful argumentative yelling bounces off the walls of the small apartment belonging to two of your dearest friends, ending with a little metal playing piece being thrown and the sound of it making contact with its target as a loud shout sounds to your left.

“Okay okay someone else please be the banker?? We can’t trust this dog with such an important task, the power is going to his head.”

A tongue licks over a plump bottom lip after the bottle of cider is finally finished off, a soft clink sounding as it is placed gently on top of the table. God you wished it was your tongue instead.

“Uh- hellooo? Earth to Winnie??” You startle slightly, the sound of your nickname jolting you out of your trance as you turn to see Jeongin eyeing you expectantly from across the table, blush fanning over your cheeks as you realize they had been trying to get your attention for a while.”Sorry, Innie…think I’m starting to get sleepy.” You say, playing off your lack of attention with what you hope is a convincing yawn and a little stretch of your arms and shoulders. “You wanna call it a night? We do have class in the morning-“ Jisung whispers from your right, hand coming to rest on your thigh and the warmth you feel from the contact makes your brain feel fuzzy.

“Uh- yeah, maybe that’s a good idea. Sorry guys-“ You reply sheepishly as you move to rise from your spot on the floor. Your best friend is giving you a knowing look, smirking as he nudges your other best friend to his left and you mentally groan as Celine stifles a giggle and turns to whisper something to a confused looking Chris who’s eyes widen after she pulls away with his mouth making a little ‘o’ before he nods in understanding.

“Night guys! Gotta drive the lightweight home and pray he doesn’t have too bad of a hangover in the morning.” You tease, bumping your shoulder lightly against your roommates as he whines. “Ya- I’m not that much of a lightweight anymore!” He complains though you know it’s all for fun. The two of you say your goodbyes to your friends before heading out and down the wooden steps to your car parked a few spaces down from the exit of the old apartment complex.

Your roommate, Han Jisung, slips into the passenger seat as you enter on the drivers side. With your foot on the break you push the start button and the engine roars to life while your passenger princess eagerly turns his heated seat on max and cozies up against the leather material before buckling himself in. “We could have stayed a little longer if you had wanted to, ya know…I could have gone and crashed in Celine and Chris’s room for an hour or two to let you all finish the game-“ The man is quick to shake his head at your admission, giving you a warm smile as you start to back up from the parking space.

“Nah, you and I both know the second your head hit that pillow your ass wouldn’t be up until morning and you’d be late to class having to double back and grab your book bag from home.” You sigh in defeat, knowing full well he is right. “No fair- you know all my bad habits by now you shouldn’t be allowed to call me out like that.” He chuckles and leans his head against the cool pain of the window while looking over at you to watch as your focus lays on the road ahead. “No can do, my baby. It’s cause I know you so well that I have the privilege and duty to call you out.” You groan, hearing him call you his baby always makes you weak and really you shouldn’t let it go to your head too much as just last week he was calling Hyunjin in the same way as you both met in the quad before grabbing a quick lunch in between classes.

You had met Jisung two years ago, at the beginning of freshman year when your friend Celine had introduced you to her new boyfriend Chris and his slowly growing group of friends. The two of you had instantly hit it off and after years of feeling like an outcast despite your two best friends always being by your side you finally felt like you had found somewhere you belonged. Your crush on the slightly older man didn’t happen until after you had moved in together your second year of college as you had both been desperate to get out of the dormitories and into a proper apartment.

It was simple, really. The way he would brush his hand against your lower back gently as he passed by while you were cooking a meal or washing the dishes, giving you a soft smile and muttering an apology as you both maneuvered in your impossibly tiny kitchen. You always felt a blush creeping up your neck and to the tips of your ears when he gave you one of those smiles, big boba eyes looking so soft and apologetic you couldn’t help but step aside to make his exit a bit easier despite wishing he would touch you again in such a soft manner. Your feelings for him only deepened over time, though you would never admit it to him. You couldn’t admit it to him, despite Celine insisting that Chris said your roommate was obviously down bad for you as well. His evidence? The way he would always cut their producing sessions short the second your location showed that you had arrived home, the way he would light up at the mention of you or when he would be in the spare room of Chris and Celine’s apartment and both of you girls would pop in to say high after a girls day out, or how he hadn’t changed his phone’s lockscreen from the picture Jeongin had taken of the two of you in the living room of your then brand new apartment, boxes of your belongings stacked haphazardly around the surrounding space as you both held up your keys with cheesy grins that made your cheeks feel sore after it was taken.

You were not convinced, however, your bad brain telling you that no one as charming and charismatic as Han Jisung could ever feel more than a platonic connection with you.

Even now as you entered your small two bedroom apartment just outside of campus, dropping your keys in the bowl by the front door and slipping off your shoes as Jisung did the same with a slight stumble as even though he’d only had the one drink he was such a lightweight it still had an effect on him.

You made your way inside with your arm loosely around his waist under the guise of helping him steady himself. Jisung allowed it, head coming to rest on your shoulder as you made it to his door. “Winnie, baby?” He cooed softly, looking up at you with big brown eyes that always melted you into a puddle under their gaze. “Yes, Ji?” You said softly, pulling away to look at him just as soft. “Do you um-“ he started, looking between you and his door a few times giving you the impression he was going to ask you to stay the night in his room.

It wasn’t uncommon for the two of you to fall asleep in one of your beds, snuggled up on nights after a long study session or when either of you needed an extra bit of comfort after receiving a bad grade. You nodded to him, trying to not seem too eager as he looked down at his feet. “Do you want to stop by the cafe on campus before class tomorrow morning?” You paused, trying to hide the disappointment you were feeling with a smile and small nod. “Y-Yeah, Ji. That sounds like a good idea.” He looked back at you with a bright smile before opening his door. “Sweet! Okay- I’ll see you in the morning then.” You giggled a bit, nodding to him as you turned to head for your own room. “Don’t over sleep too much or we won’t be able to go to the cafe without being late.” You called out to him before closing yourself in your room.

You sighed, the darkness of the room surrounding you as your eyes slowly adjusted. It was silly to be so upset at not being asked to sleep in your roommate’s bed, as if you had any claim on the space. You carefully got dressed into an oversized hoodie and pair of sleep shorts before laying down and grabbing a make up wipe from your bedside table to haphazardly remove the small traces you had worn that night before pulling your spare pillow to your chest. If you couldn’t fall asleep with the beautiful musical theory major in your arms then this would have to do until you maybe one day worked up the courage to tell him how you felt.

The smell of deli pickles and the loud sound of the latest pop hits surrounded you as you poked around at your salad absentmindedly while Jeongin sat across from you ranting about something your professor had left a comment about on his most recent assignment. You were too busy thinking about how earlier that morning Jisung had come up behind you in the quad in between classes and wrapped his arms around your waist with his head rested on your own while you had been talking with Felix and Jeongin about the party that was happening later that evening.

The musician had lit up as he pulled back to look at you in surprise. “Wait- you’re going to Junnie-hyung’s party too? I thought you said those were too loud and crowded.” He pouted, arms giving you a squeeze before falling limp at his sides. “Well I wasn’t gonna go but Lix insists I need to get out of the house more than our normal game nights with the crew.”

He still held the pout on his lips, arms crossing over his chest. “But if you’re going to the party who’s gonna stay in and watch dramas with me and listen to me complain about the lead girl picking the wrong guy??” He said with a little whine, one hand coming to hold your bicep and you felt your resolve cracking. Maybe you should just stay in after all with your crush instead of going out to a party you’d most likely get overstimulated at and wish you were at home anyways. That’s when Felix perked up and bounced over to wrap his arms around Jisung with excitement. “Well then you should just come with us!” The musician groaned as he let the slightly younger engineer squeeze him before shaking their bodies dramatically. “Come ooon it’ll be fun! Please?” You gave him a small smile, and that’s all it took for Jisung to agree.

“Hello? Winnie- Are you even paying attention?” Jeongin huffed, popping a fry in his mouth as you looked up from your salad to give him a bashful smile. “Sorry, innie- was trying to figure out what I’m gonna wear to the party tonight…” You felt his smirk on you before you saw it and you whined, knowing what he was about to say before he even spoke. “Why? Trying to impress a certain someone?” He teased lightly as he took a bite of his sandwich. “No- just…there are gonna be a lot of people there so I wanna look nice.” You shrugged, taking a bite of your salad while your companion gave you an exasperated look. “Stop playing around, it’s just the two of us here. Anyways, it’s not like everyone isn’t already aware of your little crush but him.” Jeongin comments as he finishes off half of his sandwich and goes in for a bite of the second half. “Still- you act like my world revolves around pleasing Jisung.” You mumbled, eating a piece of chicken out of your salad as you thought for real this time about what you should wear to the party. “Will you help me pick something out? You’re way better at this than I am.” Jeongin smirked, nodding his head enthusiastically. “You’re giving me a chance to dress you up? Hell yeah. I’ve been dying to do something about your wardrobe situation for a while.” You gasped at him playfully while picking a fry off his place to throw at him. “Are you saying I don’t have style?!” He laughed, picking up the fry you threw from the table to pop it in his mouth before answering. “You have the style of an eighty year old grandmother with those cardigans you always wear.” You rolled your eyes before continuing with your meal. “Besides, gotta make you look hot so maybe you’ll finally grow the balls to tell Hanji how you feel.” Your eyes widened at that. It’s like he could read your mind- how you had been thinking of using this party as a way to gain the confidence to confess. The two of you finished your meal in relative silence, chatting here or there about class before finishing up and making your way back to campus for the rest of your day.

The bass was loud, as expected, the floor beneath your feet practically vibrating as the drink in your hand left a bitter taste on your tongue but you continued to sip at it in hopes it would blur the anxiety edging in your mind. Jeongin had done a wonder on you, dressing you in a lacy black cropped cami you completely forgot you had purchased and a miniskirt with a red floral pattern you normal would have worn under thick tights but tonight he had handed you a pair of fishnets you knew you did not own prior and he had to have brought them with him. You had to fight him on allowing you to wear a plain black cardigan, insisting that the cool autumn air would freeze you to death without it.

You made your way through the crowds carefully as to not spill your drink on yourself or others as you were already starting to feel a nice buzz when you happened to run into the man of the hour, your friend Yeonjun who was now the chapter president of the fraternity who’s party you were attending. “Winnie! Oh my god I didn’t think you’d actually come!” He exclaimed excitedly as he pulled you into a warm hug, patting you on the back lightly as he pulled away. “Well I wasn’t going to but Felix made a compelling argument-“ you giggled, tucking some of your hair behind your ear as he reached for the drink in your hand. “Whatcha got here?” You made to stop him before he tipped it back and made a face like he was going to spit it out. “What the hell was that?! Who gave you that?” He groaned, taking your hand firmly before dragging you towards the kitchen. “Wooyoung mixed it up- no clue what he put in there but he swore it’d be good.” The older man scoffed as you leaned against the counter while he poured your cup out and began making something new for you to drink. “Figures. That dude has no taste- I’m sure he’d drink nail polish remover if he thought it would give him a buzz.” You laughed, taking the drink he offered you with a thanks before taking a sip and sighing in relief. “Better?” He asked, an amused smile playing at the corner of his mouth and you nodded. “Much, thank you again.”

You stayed talking with Yeonjun in the kitchen for a while, catching up with him before he was pulled away by another member of his fraternity to play some drinking game you weren’t too knowledgeable. By the time you found another familiar face you were pleasantly intoxicated with yet another drink to sip on being thrust into your hand by an equally as intoxicated Hyunjin. “You look hot, Winnie bear.” He said with a smirk and a nudge to your hip with his own. You heard a chorus of agreement from the rest of your friends around you causing a blush to fan across your cheeks. “It’s all thanks to Innie! He deserves the credit.” You said, trying to take the attention off of yourself and thankfully it worked somewhat as the conversation naturally drifted off and you were able to sip your drink and listen in as your mind wandered until you could feel someone’s gaze burning into you.

Jisung. He was staring at you with an unreadable expression as he sipped at the drink in how own hand. The colorful flash of the strobe lights in the living room illuminated his honeyed skin in a way that mesmerized you and you swallowed hard before stumbling up to him. His hand came to your waist instantly as he let out a light chuckle. “Woah there, careful baby.” You blushed, feeling a bit embarrassed but the feeling of his hand still resting on the dip of your waist spurred you on as well as the earlier gassing up of your attire that evening. “You were staring, Hanji~” You sing songed to him, giggling a bit as you looked up into his eyes adoringly. He blinked a few times before shaking his head. “Just making sure you’re alright. You don’t usually come to these and you seem to be pretty drunk.” Jisung teased, poking your cheek though he pulled his finger away quickly as you turned to bite it playfully.

“You are so sweet, Ji…always looking out for me.” You cooed, head coming to rest on his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around you to steady you against him. “Well I-“ he started but you cut him off quickly. “And you’re always so pretty…prettiest man I’ve ever seen.” He blushed now, though you could barely see it under the still flashing lights in the room. The bass still booming around you caused you to feel hazy and the smell of his cologne would have been intoxicating alone without all of the alcohol you had consumed. “Have you seen Lee Minho?” He asked, obviously trying to tease but his voice seemed a little bewildered as he looked down at you curiously. “Han Jisung just take the damn compliment!” You pouted, stomping your foot in playful annoyance causing him to laugh. “Okay that’s enough alcohol for you, you are acting silly.” He said, gently taking your cup from you and sitting it down. “Noo no I’m having a good time! I’m with a pretty boy and I’m at a party and I feel greaaat~!” You stumbled more as you tried to leave his side to grab your drink but his arm tightened around you until your chests were flush together.

You both stood there for a moment with wide eyes staring at each other, and something seemed to possess you as you slowly started to lean in. You were gonna do it, gonna finally kiss the plush lips of the gorgeous man you had been living with for the past year and a half. Just as you were inches from impact his hands moved to your shoulders and he took a step back. “Alright, really you are being silly now. Let’s go find Channie-hyung and get him to take us home, yeah?” You sighed, feeling defeated as you nodded and let him take your hand and lead you to where Chris and Celine were sitting making out on the couch. Fuck your life, that couldn’t have gone any worse.

It was a few weeks after your drunken attempt at kissing your roommate that you were sat across from him in the library studying for your respective classes while quietly snacking on the grapes you had packed for the stuffy session.

Neither of you had spoken about that night much, besides Jisung teasing you about the massive hangover you had the next day. Nothing had seemed to change, and you were grateful for that. Jisung didn’t treat you any differently, probably assuming you trying to kiss him was only due to your intoxicated state and not any underlying feelings you’ve had for him since moving in together. You felt like you could breathe easy with that thought comforting your nerves.

Just as you were popping another grape into your mouth your roommate stood with a stretch of his likely sore muscles from sitting folded up in an uncomfortable library chair for the past few hours. “I’m gonna take a bathroom break, yeah? Don’t slack off without my moral support while I’m gone.” He teased, giving you a wink as he turned and made his way to the far end of the building where the restrooms were located. You hummed to yourself one of the tracks Jisung had played for you earlier, asking your opinion on the tune although you knew next to nothing about music in comparison to the prodigy he was. You both had a shared sociology class that you had been studying for a test together for the past hour and you got to a spot you knew he took some good notes for. He wouldn’t mind if you just..took a look at them while he was gone, right? Surely not. You know if you asked him he’d willingly turn them over anyway so it shouldn’t be an issue to just take a peek. You got up from your spot and took his seat before carefully scanning over what he had open on his laptop.

her moans echoed off the walls as his hand traveled lower, caressing her body in a way that drove her mad as he pressed he back firmly against the wet tile of the shower wall.

Oh. These were definitely not the notes for class. What even was he working on? Probably some fanfiction for one of his beloved dramas or animes. You giggled a bit and continued to read, your curiosity getting the better of you and also maybe you could get an idea of what he was into this way.

Gently he pushed a finger inside, the wetness from her arousal and the steady stream of water flowing down their bodies making the slide easy. His forehead rested against her own as she gasped. “J-Jeongin~”

Wait- what?! Jeongin. As in….Yang Jeongin? Your Yang Jeongin? Yang Jeongin who grew up in the same neighborhood as you, whose mother was your mother’s best friend in college. Jeongin who for the first few years of your life you were convinced was your cousin and even your parents couldn’t tell you that you weren’t. Why was Jisung writing explicit stories about him- what even was this?! Still, you continued to read until your eyes caught something that confused you even more.

”oh Winnie, so wet for me already? I’ve barely touched you.” He chuckled darkly as he began pumping his finger in a slow rhythm before adding a second and picking up the pace.

You- you’re Winnie….no- what is even happening right now?! Your roommate who is one of your best friends, that you have had a crush on for a year, is writing….smut about you and your childhood best friend? You shake your head, unable to fully wrap your mind around what you just read but then your eyes widen as you hear Jisung singing along to some song that had been playing in the car earlier that day and getting scolded by the librarian as he made his way back to you. Shit.

You scramble back to your seat, heart racing as you try to seem nonchalant like you hadn’t just read that Jisung was writing about one of your closest friend’s finger blasting you in the shower. “Hey baby, miss me?” He teased, taking his seat and casually placing his headphones back around his neck. “Haha yeah definitely- you have those notes from Mr. Lewis’ class? I’m stuck and you always have better notes-“ You feel sweat beading at the back of your neck from the adrenaline, worrying in the back of your mind that you will get caught for snooping. “You got it, baby.” He coos, pushing a notebook your way and you curse yourself in your mind that of course he wouldn’t have notes on his computer but in one of the millions of notebooks he kept on his person. “Thanks, Ji.” You breathe out, trying to keep calm as you attempt to get back to work.

What the actual fuck was that.

author’s note; happy birthday to meee~~ it’s currently 12:36am Jan13th and I’m officially half fifty ꒰ᐢ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ᐢ꒱⸒⸒ hope you all enjoyed the first chapter~~ this is just the beginning hehehe

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jinistd · 1 year ago

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𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐘

p. hyunjin × fem!reader

g. smut & fluff

w. 4K

content warning: smut, explicit sexual content, unestablished relationship, smoking, hyunjin gets high, consensual, hyunjin is a service top, use of pet names (hyunjin calls reader kitten/kitty)

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“-y/n?” she hears Felix call from beside her. The younger had been yapping all period about the party tonight, and y/n didn’t mean to be rude, she really didn’t, but she couldn’t help her mind drifting off onto more important things! Said things being a certain someone that has been making appearance after appearance in her daily daydreaming. Now she's not exactly complaining per se, but she is a little confused as to why her friend has been plaguing her mind more frequently than usual. It could be anything really, from his soothing voice to his dark brown eyes that always held an emotion Y/N couldn’t quite decipher, to his big, veiny hands that always had Y/N's mind drifting to other things. Things like how they would look in hers, how they would look around her waist, or between her thighs-

“Y/N!” You are again pulled from your thoughts as Felix gently kicks your leg under the table, whisper-yelling so as to not draw too much attention to you. You look at him sheepishly, brows drawn together with a small, apologetic smile on your face. “I’m sorry Lixie, what were you saying?” The boy’s frown only deepens, inching closer to you.

Felix squints his eyes as if he’s trying to find something. “Are you ok? You’ve been zoning out lately. Like, more than usual.” He diagnoses, again leaning further into your space, and at this point, it probably looks very odd from an outside perspective.

Blinking, you wonder if you should tell Felix what you've been thinking about recently. Telling Felix would mean also telling Han indirectly, but that’s technically not a bad thing because Han has much better advice than Felix anyway. You decide that it wouldn’t hurt to tell your best friend.

You purse your lips, looking at the professor at the front of the classroom. “Felix, may I ask you something?” You start hesitantly, cheeks tingeing lightly as you keep your eyes away from the boy next to you. Felix raises a brow with a ghost of a smirk creeping its way onto his face, pulling away from you to lean back in his chair.

“Of course, Y/N! What’s got the puppy blushing?” The nickname only stirs your insides a little bit, nowhere near the sensation when Hyunjin calls you by the name. You gather yourself momentarily, piecing together your thoughts and looking around just to make sure no one is paying attention to you, which is unlikely for how far away you guys are from the rest of the class, and the amount of people. “How do you know if you like someone?” you finally let out, rushed, searching your friend's eyes for any minute reaction. It’s not like you doesn’t know you like Hyunjin, you're sure you do, but it seemed like the safest question to ask.

Felix's face shifts from surprise, brows raised, and mouth parted slightly, to smug almost instantaneously. “Oh? Does Y/N have a crush?” He asks, voice saccharinely sweet and teasing.

Leaning forward to shove his friend's shoulder half-heartedly, you whine, “Don’t tease! Just answer the question.” You sit back in your chair, watching as Felix feigns hurt for all of five seconds before he’s back to smiling at you. This time it’s downright maniacal, reminding you of the Cheshire cat, and you're just a bit terrified as the boy opens his mouth to say something. “It’s Hyunjin, isn’t it?”

The blush that was slowly fading has come back in full force, bright reds painting your cheeks as you freeze. Felix gasps, eyes wide and mouth agape. “Oh my god, It’s totally Hyunjin!” He concludes, giggling like a kid at Christmas as he stares at your panic-stricken face. “Lixie it’s not funny!” Huffing, he turns away from his friend and to his notebook, which is barren of the notes they should’ve been taking. Felix seems to catch onto the fact that you are genuinely worried about whatever is going on and decides to save the teasing for later.

“Y/N, I don't know exactly how you feel, but Hyunjin definitely wouldn’t turn you down if you asked him out.” He assures because really, the elder would probably leap at the chance to go on a date with you. I mean who wouldn’t? You may not know, but most of their friends had developed a crush on him at some point, all having gotten over it, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t happen.

You seem confused by his statement as he tilts his head to the side, eyes asking Felix a question. “What do you mean?” you say softly, almost as if your scared to know the answer. And to this, Felix just kind of stares at you for a moment, trying to figure out if you are making a joke. But your face doesn’t change one bit, staying in a state of confusion. He looks to the side as if there's a camera before turning back to the still-confused Y/N.

“Y/N, do you really not know?” Felix asks slowly, letting the words settle in the air around you. Dark hair shifting as you shake your head, you let out a small ‘no’.

At this, Felix laughs lightly, disbelieving at just how oblivious you are. “Hyung looks at you like you’re the only person in the world. He has these heart eyes, you know? And have you seen him around other people? Bro could not care less about anyone but you, he doesn’t even try to hide it! He’s also really rude to people who try to flirt with him, like, he looks at them like he’s disgusted by their presence. Disgusted Y/N! Have you really never noticed? He’s so obvious about it too…” He trails off, realizing that you had gone silent as he ranted about their older friend's behavior.

When Felix looks over at you, your face is blank with surprise, eyes widened and your bottom lip falling. “He doesn’t do that…” Your voice is nowhere near convincing.

“Sure, he doesn’t.” Is all Felix says before changing the subject again, but you are hardly paying attention.

You are two seconds away from running out the front door of the house. You rarely go to parties, and every time you do, you're reminded as to why. It’s loud, so loud, there's people grinding on each other everywhere, and you lost Felix in the crowd, so you're all alone at a party where you don’t know anyone. Yay!

You're looking around the living room for anyone you may know, or just to not look like an idiot, but either works, and you're almost successful! You think you see Hyunjin sitting on the couch rolling a blunt on the table in front of him, but as soon as you're about to walk over, something—no someone— is blocking your view.

“Hey.” The stranger smirks down at you, the warped smile looking all types of wrong on his face. It makes him look creepy and gross, causing you to cringe at their closeness.

“Can I help you?” You force yourself to be polite, manners still thoroughly intact even in the undesirable circumstances. The boy only increases the disgustingness of his smirk, raking his eyes up and down your body.

You shift in your spot as you look away, uncomfortably folding your arms over your chest and trying your best to glance over the stranger’s shoulder in search of Hyunjin. But the older isn’t on the couch anymore. You deflate, only to suck in a breath at the feeling of an arm being wrapped around his shoulder.

“Hi Baby.” Hyunjin’s voice is a whisper in his ear, lips brushing against the skin. You flush as a shudder runs through your body, you turn to look up at Hyunjin in surprise, his eyes already burning into yours. “Jinnie?” You question softly. Your faces are so close together, you wonder if the taller can hear your heart racing at the proximity.

Hyunjin’s hand comes up to your face, caressing your jaw. “I was looking for you,” He giggles, leaning in closer to your face, inches away. And he makes it sound so real, as if he really was looking for you amidst the crowd, which after the information Felix had shared with you earlier today, has a good chance of being true. Suddenly, Hyunjin looks away from you, eyes set on the stranger who is still standing there, his gaze murderous.

“Can I help you?” The taller spits, standing to his full height and dropping his hand down to your waist to pull you into his body. The boy practically squeaks before scurrying off with his tail between his legs, leaving you two alone.

Your body immediately deflates, leaning yourself into Hyunjin’s comforting hold easily. “Hi Jinnie.” You mumble, turning your head back to look at the older.

Hyunjin softens at the sound of your voice, your eyes finally meeting again. “Hi Y/N-ah.” You preen at the name, your name always sounding different when Hyunjin says it, but to be fair everything sounds different when Hyunjin says it. Better in every way.

He leads the younger to the couch, right where he had been sitting before saving you. Hyunjin picks up the rolled blunt from the table and reaches for the lighter in his pocket.

“y/nnie.” He calls simply, letting the name permeate in the air. You tilt your head to the elder, looking up at him. You aren't sitting far apart at all, thighs touching as Hyunjin lays back against the couch with the new blunt resting in his mouth. His left-hand falls to your thigh, rubbing small and comforting circles into the rough material of your jeans.

It wasn’t comforting at all though, you immediately flush at the feeling of the elder's large hand on your thigh. It was a regular occurrence for Hyunjin to put his hands on you, but each time it set your body alight with nerves.

“Kitty,” God. This boy must want to kill you.

You choke, sputtering as you continue to stare at Hyunjin’s side profile. The elder takes a long drag, holding it for a few seconds and then exhaling. He turns to you. “You should try this.”

And you probably shouldn't, but when Hyunjin’s looking at you as if he's the only person in the room while asking you to do something that seems so mundane, how could you possibly say no? You're a weak woman.

So, you take the offered blunt and presses it to your lips, not really knowing what to do next. Hyunjin seems to understand your dilemma and takes mercy on you because you next hear instructions on how to smoke properly.

“Suck it like a straw, inhale, hold, exhale. Do it gently, or you’re gonna cough.” He smiles at you, teasing as you give him a quizzical expression and nods your head hesitantly.

You still cough. Violently. Your lungs burn as you hand the offensive object back to its original owner, who is now laughing. “Stop laughing!” You whine when you finally catch your breath, throat still burning. Hyunjin’s hand squeezes your thigh tighter as he laughs, head tilted back towards the ceiling. A shiver runs down your spine, Hyunjin is so hot.

“C’mere, kitty.” He grabs the back of your head and tilts your head manually. Stilling, you lay pliant in the others' grasp.

Hyunjin takes a long drag before leaning in, meeting eyes with you wide-eyed and confused. Your lips are parted slightly, just enough so that Hyunjin can lightly press his own against yours to let the smoke travel into your mouth.

The touch is gone as quick as it came.

Hyunjin's own eyes are lidded as he watches. “Suck, inhale, hold, exhale,” he murmurs quietly to you who follows his directions as best as you can, sucking it in like a straw, inhaling, holding, and exhaling.

This time it's much smoother, but the smoke travels from your mouth to Hyunjin’s in a puff, the older boy sucking up the last remnants of it in with confidence.

They're close, so close. You're practically on the other’s lap with how much you had compensated when Hyunjin pulled you in. The air between you is thick as Hyunjin brings the blunt back to his mouth, this time connecting your lips in a real kiss, letting the smoke cloud up around your mouths.

Your eyes flutter shut as they meet, Hyunjin's hand on the back of your head like a brand, heavy and hot. The one that moves to your thigh is no better, tugging on you just enough for you to get the hint that he wants you to sit in his lap. Again, you're a weak woman for Hyunjin, so you go without question.

You feel small like this, sitting in the lap of your friend. You moan against Hyunjin’s mouth as the older grips your waist, it’s not the strongest because the blunt is still between his fingers, but it's more than enough to leave you with the feeling of molten hot desire pooling in your gut.

“Jinnie…” He mumbles into Hyunjin's mouth, curling a fist into his jacket. When he opens his eyes, he sees the gaze the older has fixed on him, lust and want swirling in his dark, hooded eyes.

“Yes, Kitten?” The elder asks teasingly, leaning forward to nip at your plump lower lip. He’s reminded of the blunt in his hands though, pulling it away from your body and taking another hit.

Before he could exhale though, you connect your lips once again, holding onto the side of Hyunjin's face with one of his hands. The kiss is messy, saliva pooling in your mouth and spilling over the corners as Hyunjin kisses you back just as desperately.

But as you continue to share the blunt, your kisses and touches become languid and sweet, delving down into something less rushed. It's still filled with lust however, you're still minutely grinding up or down into each other in the middle of a party on a stranger's couch, but somehow it feels different.

You smile and giggle as you pull away, the weed hasn't hit either of you yet, but you feel light and airy as he stares at Hyunjin.

“Y/N-ah, you're so adorable.” Hyunjin coos, squeezing the side of your waist with no real force. You blush and giggle again, leaning back down to press a peck to the elder's lips. “Jinnie, do you maybe wanna…find a room?” You ask cautiously, making sure to hide yourself in Hyunjin’s neck as you do, hoping that it would serve as a covering.

The content smile on his face grows to a large grin as he cradles the back of your head. “Why don't we go back to my place? It’s only a few minutes from here.” He offers, placing a kiss to your head.

You don't know how the atmosphere changed so quickly. Just a minute ago you were practically cuddling on the couch with a side of kisses and grinding, but now the frottage has gotten out of hand and you're shaking against the elder.

“J-Jinnie! Please, please, please. I’ll be good! I’ll be so good, I swear…” You beg desperately, eyes watering with unshed tears as you stare up at Hyunjin through his lashes.

The older had been teasing you for so long. You just want him to do something to alleviate the ache of your cunt. Hyunjin has his thigh between your legs, pushing down harshly at times, or just simply letting you grind up against him.

He grins down at you. “Yeah? Does my kitty want more?” Hyunjin chides affectionately, his hand holding the side of your face as you relax into the touch.

“Yes.” The way you look is downright seductive. Your clothes aren't even off and your already drooling, hair messy as it lays over your head like a halo, and you're looking up at Hyunjin with these sinfully gorgeous eyes, wide and wanting, pooling with lust. He's sure he doesn't look any better though, just as effected as you in this whole endeavor.

Hyunjin finally lets up, taking his hands back and pulling himself away to take his shirt off. You whine at the loss, but it's soon quieted as you gasp upon seeing Hyunjin without a shirt.

“Jinnie you never told me you worked out…” And for some reason, you sound sad, as if you really were upset that Hyunjin never told you. He pulls off his pants too, letting both articles of clothing fall somewhere on his floor as he moves back to you.

“Baby, are you sure you're ready?” He asks, pausing with his hands on your waist. You thrash, “Jinnie if you don't fuck me right now.” He huffs, trying to sound intimidating but it just comes out as weak and breathless.

Hyunjin's eyes darken, hands working quickly as they rip off your pant and underwear down in one motion, tossing them on the floor and exposing his glistening cunt. “Or what? Hmm Y/N? What are you gonna do if I don't fuck you?” His grip tightens on your hips, blunt nails digging into the soft skin.

There's no bravado in your voice as he speaks, it's lost the longer Hyunjin stares at you with a gaze so hungry and primitive. “I’ll go find someone else.” It's said as a whisper, because it's the furthest thing from the truth—you don't want anyone else other than your Hyunjin to fuck you.

Hyunjin seems to think it's funny, for he tosses his head back in laughter, hands absentmindedly reaching for the fabric that's left on your body.

“We both know you wouldn't even dream of that. ‘Cause you're such a loyal kitten, yeah?” Hyunjin mutters the last part directly into your ear, hot breath hitting the shell and sending a shiver down your spine.

You squeak, Hyunjin's hands finding purchase under your shirt where your chest meets your torso. You nod your head fervently, eyes closing.

Hyunjin only chuckles, crowding into your space. “Yeah, that's right. You're my good girl, aren't you?” It's rhetorical, but you can't help the small, shaky ‘yes’s you let out as Hyunjin kisses down your neck. He pokes his tongue out, letting it taste the subtle saltiness of your skin. Hyunjin sucks harshly at your collarbone, you whimper at the feeling.

“Jinnie. please. Do something…” Your just so desperate. You've been kissing and touching for what feels like hours: Hyunjin has been teasing you for too long and now you're brimming with desire.

When the first tear spills down your cheek, Hyunjin finally takes mercy on you.

“Shh, baby let Jinnie take care of you.” Hyunjin mutters into the furnace that is your skin, pecking the side of your mouth before moving down your body and settling between your legs.

You feel your cunt throb with a fresh spurt of slick as Hyunjin breathes hotly against your folds, just looking. His hands are supporting the underside of your thighs, pushing them up and apart to get a better view.

“Fuck kitty, you're dripping.” And the worst part is that Hyunjin is right. You can feel your arousal as it runs down your legs, it's the dirtiest you've ever felt but you're much too turned on to care.

You're just about to whine for attention again when you feel something warm and hot licking over your clit.

Hyunjin doesn't waste time, sparing you no warning before he abruptly licks a thick stripe up your slit, lapping at the juices that coat your pussy. He groans at the taste, always knowing you would be sweet.

Unable to resist the urge to voice his opinions, Hyunjin speaks his mind. “You taste so good, Y/N.” He hums into you, your pussy clenching around nothing at the praise.

“Jinnie…” You whisper, broken and weak. When Hyunjin looks up at you, your eyes are closed, and your face is drawn up tightly.

Hyunjin sucks harshly at your clit, thighs twitching in his hold. “Ah!” You gasp, your hands instantly moving from their grip on the duvet to lightly grabbing at Hyunjin's hair.

Hyunjin can barely hold back the sounds he’s making, small groans and hums leaving his mouth and vibrating against your entrance as he moves to focus more on it.

Swirling his tongue around the soft hole, he lets your legs rest on his shoulders. You sound so heavenly like this, moaning and whimpering, so fucked out just after a few touches.

His hands massage the skin between your thighs and ass, going back to sucking your clit like candy. Above him, your hands tighten their grip, only serving to spur Hyunjin on.

He flicks his tongue over the swollen bud, pink and puffy with need over and over, making your stomach heave.

“Hyunjin! Ah—Jinnie, so s’good.” You babble, lips shiny and wet with saliva. Hyunjin moans at the sight of drool escaping your mouth and slowly dripping down your chin, feeling his dick throb in his boxers.

He licks into you as if he's been starved his entire life, tongue lapping hungrily over your clit as his nails dig into the soft flesh of your ass. Your legs shake on his shoulders as Hyunjin lets out a long hum, a gasp leaving your mouth at the vibrations. “Hyunjin!” You wail.

In response, Hyunjin presses a wide lick from your entrance to your clit, hooking his tongue around the bud and swirling it around in firm circles. You jolt, the feeling like no other as you moan helplessly.

“Such a good girl, your cunt’s so sweet.” He chuckles, voice gruff as he repeats the action. You are flushed a bright red, cheeks splotchy as tears run down them beautifully.

When your eyes meet, it's heavy, filled with emotion. Your voice is strained as you call for Hyunjin. “Jinnie.” You manage, letting one hand go from Hyunjin's hair in search of one of his own hands.

Hyunjin obliges immediately, slotting your hands together lovingly above your stomach. It's a stark contrast to the way he plunges his tongue back into your sopping entrance, licking up the slick that's now covering his mouth and chin.

He can feel you begin to spasm around him, plush thighs squeezing his head and neck. It’s so hot how you're so desperate, chasing your orgasm as Hyunjin continuously brings you further and further along.

“C’mon baby, be good and cum for Jinnie.” He can feel as you start to crumble, breath becoming much heavier as your eyes start to flutter, moans higher in pitch as you arch your back to push yourself further into Hyunjin's mouth. But it's the next line that really pushes him over the edge.

“Cum for me kitty.” Your mouth is frozen open in a silent scream, air caught in your lungs as your cumming on Hyunjin's face unabashedly. Your body shakes through the process, pussy clenching and unclenching around the elder's tongue in spasmed rhythms.

Hyunjin coaxes you through it all, letting you ride out your high by swallowing every last drop of your release. He doesn't stop until you push his head away with a trembling hand.

When Hyunjin comes up from his spot between your legs, he's met with your glassy eyes looking up at him with a sad look. “‘n/n what's wrong? Did I go too far? Was it too much?” He worries, words slipping from his mouth at a fast pace as his hands come up to cup your warm cheeks.

You shake your head. “Jin, you haven't come yet.” You mumble, pointing down to the very obvious boner he’s sporting. Hyunjin only laughs, thankful that he hadn't overstepped.

“It's okay pretty, I just wanted you to feel good.” Hyunjin assures, kissing your swollen lips sweetly. But it seems like it was the wrong thing to say because now your whining into his mouth.

Pulling away with wide eyes, Hyunjin gives you a curious look. “I want you to…” You look away, blushing furiously, and Hyunjin decides he will be having none of that, turning your head his way again.

“Want me to what?” He pushes, eyes now teasing and expectant. You wriggle in his grip, squirming under the heated gaze.

“‘Wan you to cum on me…” It's barely even a whisper, but Hyunjin still hears, breaking out into a large grin as you look away yet again.

Hyunjin lets go of your face, settling himself between the younger’s legs again. “Yeah? Is that what the kitty wants?” He drawls lowly, reaching into his boxers and releasing his cock from its restraints. He won’t last long at all, his cock is a violet red and it stands up tall, slapping against his stomach.

Gasping when you see the length, you can't help but imagine what it would look like to fit that inside you, what would it feel like. You always knew Hyunjin would be big, but this reaches new lengths.

Hyunjin sees the inner turmoil inside your mind. “Don't worry. Next time, I’ll open you up real nice for me.” He hums, wrapping his hand around the girth and sliding it against the wet surface of your still swollen pussy. Flinching at the sensation, you wince as the head of his cock rubs on his clit so deliciously.

Just as he had thought, it barely takes Hyunjin anything to come, the image of you biting his plump lips and looking up at him while your legs are spread so prettily is more than enough for him to be spilling over his hand with white, hot ropes squirting onto your folds with a loud groan.

He lays himself on top of you after that, careful of his weight but still cuddling into you. You were just so warm and soft. You can't blame him.

“I love you.” Hyunjin blurts into the hot skin of your neck, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you tight. You giggle in his arms, placing a shy kiss on Hyunjin's temple.

“I love you too.”

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★Yandere!Hyunjin x Fem! Reader.★

---slow burn, obsession, College AU!, pinning, eventual stalker, Fluff/eventual smut????/there is a sprinkle of angst. ---

4.4k wrds. CHAPTER TWO, CHAPTER ONE

------------------------------------------------------------------------------Thank you again to @7ndipity for being my favorite co author ever.

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Hyunjin sat in his usual corner of the stage, watching as the others milled about excitedly, busy with their individual roles. Or rather, watching just one person.

Y/n was too busy taking measurements for Chan's suit to notice his eyes following her every move. The way her lips pressed into a thin line as she focused, the slight furrow of her brow, The carefully delicate movements of her fingers along the fabric-

“Hey, Look at you, all cleaned up today!” Changbin’s booming voice shook him from his trance, looking around just in time to see his roommate coming over to slump unceremoniously to the ground next to him.

Hyunjin was startled out of his visions, looking to the intrusion- pardon me- best friend who spoke. “Huh? Oh- yea! Uh, thought, maybe, I should get it together I guess.” Hyunjin shrugged trying to be casual about the situation. “And, thank you for dragging me here. I genuinely am having a good time” the man smiled shyly. Changbin was beside himself with pride.

“Of course! I care about you, and I know the breakup was harsh, but-” Binnie mulled over his words carefully “-I am glad you are here too.” slapping his hand on Hyunjins shoulder only to get up and replace where Chan had been earlier.

As if planned out, Chan made his way over to sit next to Hyunjin.

“So, have you thought about what song you’re going to audition with?” He asked, leaning back on his hands.

“Ehh. not really, I’m not exactly well versed in musicals.” Hyunjin replied, eyes slipping back to Y/n every now and then as he spoke.

“If you want, I can give you some suggestions that would fit your voice,” Chan offered. “Though you’re pretty good at singing already, so it shouldn’t be too big of a deal for you.”

“I guess,” Hyunjin shrugged self-consciously. Chan had been trying to get Hyunjin to join his band ever since freshmen year, but Hyunjin had always found an excuse to dodge out of it. Now that they were working on the musical together, Chan was finally getting his way and getting to work with Hyune on music. “Thanks, hyung.”

“Of course, happy to help!” The elder said happily, pushing back to his feet and wandering over to break up an argument between Minho and Jisung before they got too loud.

“Hey, Hyunjin?” His head whipped around at the sound of his name, zeroing in on the owner of the voice instantly.

“Could I get your measurements? For the costumes.” She said, feeling the need to clarify, even though he’d been here all afternoon as she’d done the same for the rest of the cast.

“Uh, yeah, sure.” He replied, quickly getting to his feet and coming over to her.

He bit his lip, feeling his heartbeat quicken as she stepped up behind him, drawing the tape measure across the expanse between his shoulders.

He let his eyes fall shut, trying not to get carried away by such a simple, completely innocent action- “oh god, why does she smell so good?”

The past two weeks of rehearsals had been a complicated whirlwind of emotions for Hyunjin. There had been the nerves and anxiety of learning the almost completely unknown medium of musical theatre, the familiar stress and comfort of being around his friends, but there had also been the growing - something he felt towards Y/n.

He didn’t know if it was infatuation or just just an intense appreciation for the woman, but what he did know was that she was all he seemed able to focus on whenever she was around.

“So, just uh stand there please-” busy in her own thoughts, she bit down on the pencil between her teeth to grabbing the paper she was jotting down notes on. “You wearing lifts?” looking at Hyunjin not caring if this would be taken as a compliment or insult.

“Umm, yeah.” He answered quietly, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot. “Just small ones though…”

“Listen- I don’t care if you are. I just need to know how tall you are.”

“181 centimeters.” He mumbled. Y/n nods writing it down, truly not giving a single fuck. Moving the tape measure around his body like vines that he wished to suffocate him.

“Uh- so you know what part you want yet?” she asks making small talk noticing his eyes not leaving her frame since coming over. Slightly overthinking, does he not blink? Does he find her ugly? Is he uncomfortable?? “Turn around please?” Y/n asks in the most formal of Korean that she knows.

“Oh, sure.” He turned around quickly. “And no, I-I don’t know, I figured I’d just take whatever Seungmin suggested to me.”

“Mmh- cool…” the tension building in the silence was intense. Just sticking to her job, Y/n didn’t make eye contact with the man next to her unless she had to. “Are you comfortable with no shirt? Like- for the production…I mean…In case you get casted as some of the main roles.” Blinking up at him briefly to check his answer on her paper. “If you get casted as Harker, Dracula, or one other part there is a lot of uh” Her hands go up to her chest making a pulling motion “- open torso” cringing at her own verbage.

“Oh,” Hyunjin felt his face heat slightly at the question, trying to avert his eyes from where her hands lingered against her chest. “I-I guess so? Okay with it, I mean. I didn’t know that that was a thing in this production.”

“Well- it's Seungmin so probably given his uh- need to stick hands in places- But if you aren’t comfortable with it, I can get a modesty panel if you want. It looks just like a chest, is like this nylon material so it gives the illusion of being topless. That is also a option- a lot of girls get one if there is a sex scene.” Rattling on modesty options for Hyunjin trying to fill the space with something other than sparks.

“Ahh, I… I think I’ll be okay. Without one, I mean.” Hyunjin said distractedly, hyper aware of all of her movements. “I don’t mind going shirtless.”

“Cool- uh do you have any questions for me? Also are you allergic to any fibers? Latex, cotton, polyester- legit anything even a mild scratchy thing I should know is important.” Keeping herself in ‘work mode’.

“Not that I know of.” He replied, staring at her for a moment before speaking again. “Who- what role do you think I should audition for?”

She looked up. “Huh?” What was he asking her for?

“I mean, you seem to know a lot about all of this,” He explained quickly. “I don’t wanna waste everyone's time auditioning for someone if I don’t have a shot.”

Her head tilts, “um well you are friends with us right? Or them at least? You’ll probably get casted no matter what, but I dunno- you could audition and not get anyone. It really depends on how it goes. Sorry- I’m rambling. You should audition probably for whoever you want.” Y/n shrugs “-who knows it may surprise you.” smiling at him as she starts to roll up her measuring tape.

“Yeah, it might…” He agreed, still staring down at her, watching the way her eyes danced around, avoiding his own. Why though?

Her eyes flickered to his then back at her hands and the task she was attempting. “-Every guy goes after the main parts. Dracula, Van Helsing…” She notes something on her paper. “You know what voice part you are? If you like singing higher should go for dracula-”

“I can sing higher, yeah… Do you think that would suit me?” He asked in spite of himself. Why was he so desperate to know what she wanted him to be?

“Uh- sure-? I’ve never heard you sing before so I can’t exactly give you a direct answer. Apologizes for not being super great help in this matter- uh…But if you don’t get casted I know Felix is always looking for a techie…” trying to give a positive spin on a unknown fate. Not completely sure why he is so adamant on her opinion, when Chan or Han would be better suited to this line of questioning.

“I think I’ll try for Dracula then, and don’t be so harsh on yourself, you’ve been more help than you know.” He said earnestly, offering her a small grin, finding the faint bloom of color in her cheeks as she spoke charming.

She blinks at him for a moment, only to open her mouth wanting to speak and nothing come out. She pauses and gathers her notes and with a bow walks over to Seungmin keeping her head down trying to hide the faint colour growing into full bloom.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

Hyunjin watched her walk away wordlessly, the small grin on his face spreading into a full blown smile. ‘Fuck, she’s cute when she’s nervous’

Did he make her nervous? The thought made him feel a way that he hadn’t in a long time.

Maybe this production was a better idea than he thought, he mused to himself, at least if it meant that he got to see Y/n more.

“SOLAARRRR THE NEW GUY KEEPS LOOKING AT ME WEEIIIRD!!!” Y/n whined flopping back against the wall dramatically as her and her main female friends stayed in the light room to hide away from the main group of people.

“You think every guy looks at you weird.” She teased, sitting next to her.

“Cuz they do!!” Y/n stamps her foot going to sulk in a chair. “Not my fault I attract wackjobs-”

“Hey, I take offence to that.” Hwasa pipped up, earning a pointed look from Y/n.

“You’d think 3rd year in college that I’d have a plan for this but no- I don’t. Are yall gonna audition this year? I know Moony said no..”

“I don’t know, I might? I think Hwa said she would, right hon?”

“Mhm, I’m auditioning for Lucy.” Hwasa nodded from her perch on one of the spare chairs that’d been dragged into the room.

“OOOO You’d make a great Lucy- I can see it now- You in the dress she wears prancing about the stage~ Flirting with all the people making them all confused~” Y/n giggled.

“That’s what she does already.” Wheein sniggered, dodging a slap on the arm from her friend.

“Did you see we have a new girl? Ryujin?? I think is her name??” Y/n asked. “Do yall’ know her?”

“She’s in my history class, but I don’t know her super well, we’ve only spoke a few times.” Solar said. “She seems nice enough.”

Y/n nods, taking her phone out, trying to ignore the dreamy sighs escaping from her four friends looking down onto the auditorium. “Who you gauking at now?” Solar and Wheein turn and smirk. “Whos that guy you measured last? Mh?? Seems real friendly with Chan…” Knowing Y/n had a late summer crush on one Bang Christopher Chan.

“Oh hush- it's some new guy- Hwang Hyunjin?”

“Mmh, he’s cute.” Wheein commented appreciatively, watching as the man in question sat talking with Felix and Jeongin.

“He’s the one that I was saying is acting weird!” Y/n said.

“Weird how?” Hwasa asked, coming over to get a look at the subject of their conversation. “Damn, he’s tall.”

“181 centimeters.” Y/n mumbled, remembering back to earlier. “He isn’t tall- he wears lifts….” not looking away from her phone.

Hwasa and Moonbyul’s head whipped around to their friend, sharing a knowing glance.

Y/n as bright and kind as she is, seemed rather put off by the new person in the space. This could only mean one thing.

She likes him…

“Oh really?” Moonbyul mused, coming to sit next to y/n again. “What else do you know about him?”

“Uh….I think he was sad or like, depressed? Came the first day like someone killed his dog and now uh-” Y/n leaned up to look through the window that looked down on the auditorium. “-Wears cologne and a couple seasons old versace.”

“Mhm,” Solar nodded along, “What kind of cologne? Is it like rich grandpa cologne or frat boy?”

“What the fuck are you on about?” Hwasa asked.

“It says a lot about their personality!”

“I don’t know! I didn’t smell him you weirdo- he just wears cologne unlike some people who don’t have a obvious- why are we talking about this?! He’s just a guy! A weird guy that kept staring at me…” Unmistakabily watching the group of mens movements on the floor, Hyunjin talking to Chan and Jisung. The girls around her all had their own reactions, but one thing was true they could agree on- Y/n deserved a guy to look at her and maybe after some reconnaissance about who this Hyunjin was, he would be just the guy to do so. “Whats so special about him anyway…” Y/n mumbled to herself.

Meanwhile, Hyunjin sat contemplating the same thing down below on the stage, completely unaware of the observation he was under.

“So, what’s with y/n? She seems… nice” He asked Chan awkwardly, trying not to seem overly interested.

Chan looked up from his riffeling of papers. “Y/n? Yea! She is nice, really one of the people to get us together when we need a nudge.” Han rolled his eyes butting in, “More like a shove~ Mr. insomniac over here called her all summer when she went home to America so he wouldn’t be ‘lonely’”. Chan glared at Jisung but he continued anyway. “-She is from America, a Y/A/S (your astrology sign), Minho and Seungmin were in a class together with her a couple years ago and she was having a hard time. Got her to join theatre and we’ve been better for it.”

Hyunjin nodded along, trying to ignore the twisting sensation he felt in his gut at Jisungs mention of Chan and her being so close. Were they something? He didn’t think so, Chan would’ve said something before now, he was never good at keeping things from the rest of the group.

‘Wait, why do I care?’ Hyunjin blinked, trying to clear his head. What did it matter to him if she was seeing someone, she wasn’t anything to him, right?

“So you guys are close?” He heard himself asking. What the fuck?!

Chan sighed. “We are? But not dating- I always thought she was into women? To be honest? Which thats fine, whatever makes her happy. She just has this thing that makes her easy to talk to, I mean she is group mom for a reason. Call her when you get sick, you have some important homework to do…” Chan paused looking over Hyunjin, choosing his words carefully. “I didn’t think I was her type and I don’t think she’s mine? But I know…she might be yours~ Why do you wanna know about Y/n all of a sudden?”

“Who said anything about types? I was just asking because everyone else seemed to know her.” Hyunjin said defensively, stifling down the faint surge of relief that he felt from Chan's words.

Chan nodded, choosing not to press too much on the subject, but he saw the glint in Hyunjin’s eye. He knew there was more to his question than he wanted to admit.

“I wanted to offer you some songs though-” Chan handed Hyunjin some music sheets. “No pressure, just some songs you could audition with if you wanted to. You don’t have to audition.” Letting a reassuring smile cress his face. Jisung looked up to the tech room window to see faces peeking out and he chuckled to himself. “What did you two talk about while she was getting your measurements? Her face was pink when she got up to talk to us~” the shorter male grinned at his own teasing. Unable to sit in a chair normally, he readjusted to crouch down on it very similar to his animal sake.

“Um, not much, just stuff about the costumes… and what roles I might try out for.” Hyunjin responded, feeling his own face warm slightly. “Was her face pink? I didn’t notice.” liar.

“Mhm, and she’s not one to blush super easy, trust me I’ve tried. I wondered if you had flirted with her or something.” Jisung said, grinning at his friend.

“N-no, I didn’t do anything-”

“Han quit being an ass.” Chan caught the younger man by the back of his hoodie. “And I’d hardly call what you do flirting.”

“Hey, it got me Minho!” Jisung defended himself.

“Like hell it did.” Minho happened to approach at that moment. “I went out with you in spite of your flirting game.”

Jisung gasped in faux offence with a pout in his lips that Minho kissed away. “Hey baby-” Was mumbled by the taller man only to address the group next “Why are we talking about Y/n? She okay?”

It was Chans turn to roll his eyes “Hyunjin was asking about her and Han was being a dick-”

Minho nodded “So- normal then?”

“Yep”

“Got it…If you wanna go out with Y/n-”

“Who said I wanted to go out with Y/n?!” Hyunjin exclaimed.

“If you did, you are barking up the wrong tree, she doesn’t date. At least not since she’s moved to Korea as far as I know.” Minho said nonchalantly leaning on the chair Han was on. “Now she could just be the best fucking liar I’ve ever seen, but-” he shrugged leaving what was unsaid, unsaid.

A spark, like flint to steel, something happened inside Hyunjins chest. Something he couldn’t explain. His eyes fell to the music sheets Chan had given him. Letting all these thoughts run in his head over and over again.

Did he want to go out with y/n? Is that what had been swirling in his head for the past few weeks? It wasn’t implausible, she was pretty, really, really pretty actually, but all he knew was that there was something about her that seemed to continually draw him in, desiring to be closer to her, to know more about her.

“This has been- great…” Hyunjin smiled, showing his displeasure over his friends interrogation. “But, I have songs to practice!”

Raising the papers in the air as his ‘get out of jail free’ card. He knew they meant well, but it was almost intolerable seeing not only Chan maybe had something with a girl he might maybe be interested in, but the old married couple that was Han Jisung and Lee Minho. He had to get away. Find space for himself maybe, somewhere to sort out his thoughts.

the stairwell

It was perfect, a large window illuminated the upper floors, flooding the lower ones with light. It was quiet, calm, he often found himself seeking solace in the settling of the university from this shaft of ultraviolet light. Sneaking in he sat on a section of stair and truly looked at the papers in his hand.

“Soul of a man,” he vaguely remembered hearing that one during a karaoke night with some of the guys after Chan had a few too many drinks.

“I’m bad news, a black a blues-er, what a loser, a merry-go-round spiralling down, I’m all used up, chaffed and chewed up, who’s just screwed up-”

No. He flipped through a few more of the songs Chan had given him.

“Dancing through life,” He wasn’t familiar with that one but he skimmed the lyrics regardless.

“Dancing through life, skimming the surface, gliding where turf is smooth, life’s more painless for the brainless, why think too hard?-”

Nope. He let out a sigh, shaking his head slightly as he flipped through a few more pages, feeling more frustrated as he went. None of these were right, he either didn’t know them of they didn;t match his personality-

“Johanna,” He paused. He vaguely remembered this one. It was simple enough, the haunting lyrics a mix of sweet and ominous.

“I was half convinced I’d awaken, satisfied enough to dream you, happily I was mistaken, Johanna”

His mind flickered back to his earlier conversation with Y/n, wondering which song she would choose for him.

A grating scrape against the floor stopped him, turning his attention to a door on the floor above him. The door to the stairwell opened and the sound of footsteps echoed into the space.

“What the fuck Y/n…”

it was her

Hyunjin didn’t dare move, hardly daring to even breathe.

After some silence he heard music start to play, and instead of a synthetic soundwave there was oxygen, strain, and emotion…

She was singing. Y/n was singing…

“Why when you see boys fight does it look so horrible, yet feel so right? I shouldn't watch this crap, that's not who I am. But with this kid, daaaaammmnn~”

Y/n leaned against the wall sliding down. Letting herself have her kdrama moment in private.

“Hey, mister no-name kid, so who might you be? And could you fight for me?”

She was left with his eyes burned into her retinas, into the back of her head. She sat and her body exhaled. She had to face her own feelings the way she knew how. By singing, and for just this once entertaining the idea that a handsome man might look at her in that way.

“And hey, could you face the crowd…Could you be seen with me and still act proud?

Hey, could you hold my hand? And could you carry me through no man's land? It's fine if you don't agree, but I would fight for you if you would fight for meee…”

Hyunjin was frozen still, absolutely awestruck by her. Her voice echoed through the stairwell, transforming it into her own personal theatre or cathedral with the power and emotion she conveyed through the lyrics. The light streaming through the windows above casted an almost ethereal glow around her where she sat, just barely still in his line of sight on the floor above. He swore he had never seen anything more beautiful in his life than her in this moment.

“Let them drive us underground I don't care how far..You can set my broken bones and I know CPR”

“Well, whoa, you can punch real good you've lasted longer than I thought you would.

So hey, mister no-name kid if some night you're free, wanna fight for me?”

“If you're still alive….I would fight for you….If you would fight for mee!”

As the last notes faded away completely, they sat in shared silence for a long moment before she let out a sigh, slowly pushing away from the wall and straightening up slowly before turning back towards the door she’d entered from.

The sound of the metal grating against itself snapped him out of his revere, jumping to his feet and practically flying up the stairs, catching hold of the door just before it closed behind her.

He dove through the door and grabbed her arm and spun her around. Unable to catch his breath he couldn’t stop himself before words started to spill from his lips “I love you…I think? I can’t get you out of my head! You casted a spell on me and I am at your mercy…please never break it..I will be yours- have me. I’m yours…be mine- Y/n please- be mine I need you like I need air…you are everything to me.”

SLAM!

He opened his eyes and he found himself sitting on the stair he had been when he came in.

His heart ached and his hand rested on his chest above it. Hoping a pressure would aleve its pain.

...that little dream was nice wasn’t it…

....Her body must be so warm…wonder if she was singing about you…

A voice echoed in his mind. It was his, but it felt deeper, deeper than his mind. In his subconscious…his soul.

...fight for me~...fight for her…~ she said it herself she would fight for you

Her voice rang in his ribcage like church bells. He shook his head, trying to shake the voice away. While it quieted down, he knew maybe it was right. He felt maybe it was right. But how to proceed with this realisation was the question.

Voices outside the door next to him finally shook him free from his trance, allowing him to scramble to his feet and up the stairs, following the same path from his dream, albeit much slower and unsteadily.

Tracing her footsteps through the door, he scoured his brain to come up with a plan. Should he say something to her? Of course he should, but what? Excuse me, I know we’ve only spoken a handful of times, but you’re the most remarkable creature I’ve ever bore witness to, may I please-?

“Hyunjin?” He blinked, coming face to face with the very subject of his dilemma, staring up at him with curious concern. “You okay? You look a little shaky.”

“I-I heard you singing.” He said, completely bypassing her question.

Her eyes went wide. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry you had to hear that, I didn’t think anyone was in there-”

“You’re amazing.” He breathed.

She froze, looking up at him in disbelief. “What?”

“You’re- you’re absolutely amazing, you sound like an angel.” He spilled out. “Why aren't you auditioning for the show if you can sing like that!?”

“Uh…cuz I'm the lead costume designer? And I- uh..” She adjusted the bolts of fabric in her arms that only now Hyunjin noticed. “- listen, thank you for the…compliment? But uh I’m not auditioning.”

His voice cracks into an octave he didn’t know he could reach “N-not?! Auditioning?!! You can audition- if Seungmin doesn’t cast you he is dumb. You sounded so beautiful Y/n.”

Her face blazed bright red as she started to back away from the slightly frantic man before her. “Sorry Hyunjin, Ihavethingstodomaybelater? Talkthen!” She rushed through a door to the upstairs storage of the auditorium, locking it behind her.

Hyunjin stared after her, completely deflated and dumbfounded.

How could she not audition? She would be perfect for the lead role of Mina.

Instantly, his mind conjured up images of her in a beautiful flowing gown, belting her heart out as he flanked her in the lead role of Dracula, slowly hypnotizing her, seducing her, pulling her close as the curtain fell, feeling her gorgeous body with his hands-

Another door slammed somewhere in the corridor, bringing him back to the present.

No no no, this wouldn’t do. He thought to himself. She has to audition, she HAS to be a part of the show.

He would find a way to convince her. Somehow…

#Hwang Hyunjin #Hyunjin x plus size reader #hyunjin x reader #Yandere!Hyunjin #slow burn #Stray kids #college au #dracula #vampires #plus size reader #chubby reader #fat reader

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titi-1188 · 6 months ago

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I Love You.

WARNINGS: Mild cursing & Fighting

PAIRING: Felix x Reader

WORD COUNT: 1.4k+

EXTRA INFO: College Au, SFW!!!!

A/N: As always, sorry for any mistakes, my english writing skills are NOT the best🩷+ i LOVE college au’s and have so many ideas for it…so should i make a college AU series based off this maybe (or not i can take req!!)?

It was around 2.30am—you, you’re boyfriend Felix and the rest of your friend group was at a seniors ‘Back To School’ college party—and at this point of the night you were all leaving. You and Felix were walking down the crowded hall, hand in hand to where you knew at least Chan and Changbin were waiting so you could leave together and go catch your uber back.

The hall was loud and crowded, you were already getting slightly overwhelmed and were tuning things out—including whatever some random dudes yelled at the two of you. You wanted to keep walking, but your boyfriend had other plans, having immediately turned around at the comment, defensive. “Lixie come on—“, you try pulling him back—and fail. Felix pulled away from your hold, and walked up the dude “What did you say?”, he said defensively eyeing the guy up and down.

“Felix come back—let’s just go!”, you call out but it’s like your voice just blends into the crowd as Felix’s attention is fixed on the guy in front of him as he repeats the words he just spoke. And before you could say anything else, Felix threw a punch at the guy. You absolutely hate fighting, hate it. You get so overwhelmed. “Felix!! Stop it!”, you yell to no use as the two are now brawling, and you’re getting pushed back by people who want to be closer to the fight.

You quickly remember—Chan and Changbin are at the end of the hallway. You run down—telling them what’s going on, they run down the opposite end of the hall, pushing through the crowd of people to get to their friend while Hyunjin, who surprisingly wasn’t totally wasted, saw you’re clear distress and started pulling you towards the exit “Come on—we’ll catch the first uber, they’ll get in the next one”.

Chan and Changbin push their way through the crowd, and make it to where the two are fighting—people all around them have their phones out, recording the scene in front of them.

Changbin grabs Felix by the collar “Calm down Felix! Calm it!”, Changbin yells—holding him back while Chan steps between the two. “Everyone calm down—it’s over, fights over!!”, the three watch as the other guys friends drag him away too, now that Felix and him are separated.

Felix is catching his breath and Changbin loosens his grip on him just for Chan to grab him by the shoulders firmly. “What the fuck?! Have you gone mad!? What do you think you’re at Felix?!”. Felix takes a heavy breath and responds quickly “You-you would’ve done the same if you heard what he said about her!!”. Felix can still feel his anger, you getting compared to a fucktoy of all things made him see pure red. “Channie he called her a fucktoy-for no fucking reason!! We were literally just walking past him and he-he said that about her! Why would anyone just—”

You. Suddenly he remembers that you were supposed to be there and looks around quickly, panic seeping into his eyes. “Where..where is she..?”. Chan sighs, rubbing his temple “I think Hyunjin took her with him—she was not in a state to wait for you”. Panic officialy sets in Felix “I scared her, didn’t I? Oh god…she probably didn’t hear him and just saw me punch him..oh my god..”, he runs a hand through his hair. Changbin looks at him “Look, let’s just go back to their house, you can talk to her there…our uber will be here soon”

The first to react to the three coming into the house is, Jeongin. The reaction consisting of a loud gasp, reacting to Felix’s face. “Dudeee—your face is all fucked”, he exclaims. Felix indeed had a bruised lip, that was bleeding a tiny bit, and bruising on his cheek and a cut just under his eyebrow. “Jeongin is being dramatic—here I’ll get you something”, Minho says, although he doesn’t seem to believe his own words as he retreats into the kitchen. “The other guy looked ten times worse”, Changbin says, almost amazed “Bloody nose, bruised eye..bruised lip..just in general fucked up face..those years of taekwondo paid off Felix”.

“I’m not proud of it…I just got so angry and..”, Felix starts but Seungmin buts in “What did the other guy even do?”. “He said something horrible about Y/N..I just”, Felix starts before Changbin interrupts him, using a teasing tone “Our sunshine just felt the need to protect his love”. “Ah yes, an action of true love—getting into a brawl”, Hyunjin states, rolling his eyes a bit as Minho comes back handing Minho an ice pack and a rag. “Thanks”, Felix mumbles “Speaking of love…where is she?”. “She went to shower, you might just catch her before she starts”, Seungmin replies, looking up from where he was sitting on the couch with a half-asleep Han, not exactly impressed with Felix’s actions. Y/N was his best friend ever since him, Jeongin and Y/N moved into this house in freshman year of college (since it was cheaper than dorms on campus). Anything done to upset her—upset him even more.

You were in the ensuite bathroom of your bedroom, getting ready for your shower, just finished taking your makeup off when there’s a knock on the door, Felix entering the bathroom. You two make eye contact in the mirror.

“Baby?”, he speaks softly walking in and closing the door. “Felix..your face”, you turn around and face him, leaning on the counter behind you. He stands in front of you. “It’s not that bad”, Felix smiles softly. You take the rag off him and wet it under the tap, squeezing it and then proceeding to carefully clean the now dried blood from under his eyebrow and lip. “It shouldn’t even be like this in the first place.”, you sigh “I mean really Lix—getting into a fight? At our age?”. “You didn’t hear what he said”, Felix replies, leaning on the counter, his hands either side of you. “Whatever it was…I don’t think it deserved a right hook to the face. You should know better.”. Felix sighs and looks you dead in the eye. “I think calling you a fucktoy is worth ten times more than a right hook to the face.”

You freeze momentarily and he is quick to act, taking away the rag in your hands, tossing it into the sink with his ice pack and taking your hands into his.

“Listen…Y/N, I am so sorry he said that about you and more importantly I am so sorry that you saw me do that, saw me start a fight like this, but one thing I am not going to apologise for is standing up for you. I will always stand up for you purely because I love you so much. I will be willing to fight for you till the end of times because of how much I love you”, he cups your face in his hands, softly caressing your cheeks. “I don’t want you to think I’m violent or anything..looking to beat people up..to fight with people. I just..I lost control for a mere moment when someone was insulting you. I will not hesitate to fight for the ones I love and you are on the top of that list. So I—”.

You cut him off. “You love me?”. Realisation dawns on him—he just informed you that he loves you. For the first time. “Yes, I love you.”, he states, without even a second of hesitation. “I love you too.”, You reply, leaning up and pecking his lips carefully—very much aware of how they must be hurting “And I accept your apology”. “Are you sure?”. “Yes, I’m sure—I’d only not accept if your face was damaged more than it is now”, you reply with a slight chuckle. “You seemed more upset earlier? According to everyone”. “I just got..really overwhelmed, I hate being in those kinds of situations”.

Felix smiles softly “So for future references, protect my face and don’t fight in front of you?”. “Not that there should be a need for future references but yes that is what I’d prefer”.

“Of course my love”, he replies before leaning down and kissing you deeply. You pull away slightly “Your lip, Lixie”. “Don’t care, I want to kiss you”. He kisses you again and pulls away with a sigh of relief, a content look on his face. “You..wanna shower? I’ll wash your hair for you”. You nod and he smiles at you, quickly wrapping his arms around you and hugging you. “Alright—let’s wash up then”, Felix says.

That night, after watching some random cartoon movie with the rest, the two of you fall asleep in your bed, in each other’s embrace. You both went to sleep feeling safe and more importantly knowing you’re loved by the person you cherish the most.

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daceydeath · 1 year ago

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Cigarettes and Cliche Masterlist

Pairings: Bad Boy Felix x Reader Word Count: 44K (currently) Genre: Collage AU, Slow Burn Romance Warnings: 18+, Swearing, Drinking, Explicit Activities, Bullying, Mentions of Abuse

He was the most impractical guy for you to be interested in, the incredibly handsome cliché bad boy who collected girls like trophies. As hard as you wanted to hate him his persistence and hidden softer side just could be your undoing.

Intro Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 (Coming soon)

Taglist is still open please let me know if you would like to be added to it xx

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bias-fan · 1 year ago

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PERFECT MASTERLIST [baseball player!kim seungmin x only fans creator female!reader] -finished-

synopsis: being an onlyfans creator in college is hard sometimes, getting innuendo comments thrown at you, that’s what kitty deals with but ignores it. she meets seungmin by accident, a baseball hitting her face. he knows who she is because of his friends.

pairings: baseball player! seungmin x only fans creator female! reader

warnings: college au, fluff, angst, crack, innuendo jokes, written chapters, maybe smut, sexual themes

genre: crack, angst, sexual themes, fluff

sugar babies✨ binnie is a 🌽⭐️ others

[01: collaboration]

[02: collab and bruised]

[03: mcdonald’s]

[04: please kiss me📝]

[05: fake dating?]

[06: officially, not officially dating]

[07: not actually dating dating]

[08: black hair seungmin supremacy]

[09: get your ex off my back]

[10: he might like her]

[11: wearing his jersey]

[12: rejected date]

[13: back with ex]

[14: fake breaking up]

[15: blocked and friends]

[16: please let me explain📝]

[17: oh yeah, he confessed]

[18: going to confess]

#kim seungmin #skz #stray kids #bang chan #han jisung #crack #hwang hyunjin #kim seungmin x reader #kim seungmin imagines #yang jeongin #college au #seo changbin #lee felix #lee know #lee minho #kpop #angst

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thehandmaidenofcreativity · 3 months ago

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Pining Idiots (college edition)

Chapter 11: All Good Things Must Come to an End... Or Three

WC: 7,236; Rating: 18+

The party's over, but the shenanigans persist. Chan takes Seungmin home, and Hyunjin and Jisung tag along. Their relationship becomes clearer, while Chan and Seungmin realize a few new things about each other. When they finally get alone time the next day, Chan and Seungmin continue to make up for lost time.

Author's Note:

Can you believe it? The last chapter! We made it lol

I hope this ending is everything you want it to be.

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✧Chan✧

While Seungmin was chatting with the others, Chan and Minho came to an agreement about how they’re all getting home. Minho, Changbin, and Wooyoung set off walking to Changbin and Jisung’s place, and Minho graciously offers for Jisung to use his bed for the night.

“Unless you’re planning on fuc–”

“Minho, please!”

He walks backwards as he says, “I know, I know. ‘Don’t embarrass the kids,’ ‘if you remind people about sex, they have it,’ ‘I’m a boring dad.’ Let’s go before he rubs off on us.”

Everyone but Chan is cracking up, but even he cracks a smile. He rolls his eyes, then checks his phone, turning to Hyunjin. “Did you want to come back with us? You could sleep in my bed with Min, or the one couch is pretty good for sleeping.”

Hyunjin claps happily as their rideshare car pulls up. Chan offers Seungmin the front seat, but before he takes it, he leans in close. “Are you inviting him to sleep with us or trying to tell me you’re not going to cuddle me to sleep?”

He gets in without waiting for an answer, leaving Chan flustered as he climbs into the backseat behind Jisung. He pulls out his phone immediately.

Chan: I figure since we’ve all been drinking so much it would be best to… stay away from temptation?

Seungmin: You do realize we literally had sex like 10 hours ago, right?

Chan: I know! I just We didn’t talk about drunk sex either And I’m thinking about Ji and Hyun too

Seungmin: That’s sweet of you, babe… but maybe a little misguided. I mean, shouldn’t you trust them to make their own mistakes (or not)?

Chan: … I suppose you have a point there

When they get inside, Chan immediately goes to grab them water; when he closes the fridge and turns around, he’s surprised to find himself being pressed back by Seungmin’s tall frame. His voice is pitched a touch higher when he says, “Oh, Minnie!”

“Jisung is making good on his promise for extra kisses, so I thought I’d give them a little privacy.” Two at a time, Seungmin takes the water bottles from Chan, placing them on the counter before dragging Chan over so that his back is to the counter as well, and he can cage him in against it. “I thought we should finish our conversation before we interrupt them.”

It’s moments like this when Chan is keenly aware of their height difference. With Seungmin so close, looking down at him like that, Chan’s mind flies back to their short text exchange on the ride home. Maybe he had been too hasty in offering up his bed to Hyunjin and Seungmin. Because their position is making it hard to avoid imagining Seungmin’s imposing form over him in bed like this, so commanding and sexy. As much as he’d enjoyed their time this afternoon, with the vibe he’s giving him right now, Chan has little doubt that Seungmin would absolutely wreck him if they went to bed now.

“Channie.” Seungmin taps him on the forehead. “What’s going on in there?”

Chan flushes and clears his throat, suddenly feeling parched. “Sorry, nothing. What were you saying?”

“Are you really worried about Jinnie and Jisung tonight? Or about us?”

“I’m not worried about them, per say. I just don’t want them to make any big decisions in their current states. Ji is really serious about pursuing a real relationship with Hyunjin.” He glances toward the living room before meeting Seungmin’s eyes again. “I just don’t want him to make a choice he regrets.”

“Ever the caring hyung,” Seungmin teases before capturing Chan’s lips in a prolonged kiss. “I love how caring and protective you are, even though it means that I’ll have to wait until tomorrow to show you just how much.”

Chan bites his lip as Seungmin’s hands move to his hips and squeeze. He wraps his arms around his neck. “Maybe I’m regretting my choice a little right now…”

Seungmin’s smile widens as Chan trails off, his hands trailing soothingly up and down Chan’s sides. “Maybe there’s still time to change it.”

They make out for a few minutes before grabbing the waters and heading back into the living room. Hyunjin is straddling Jisung, mouth hanging open, moaning softly while Jisung sucks a hickey onto his collarbone. Chan semi-seriously considers leaving them to it and just taking Seungmin back to his bedroom now.

Seungmin, unfortunately, is not on his wavelength. He walks right up to them, and cards his hand through Hyunjin’s hair, earning him a devastating smile. Chan scolds himself for the pang of jealousy he feels as Hyunjin’s hands leave Jisung so he can reach up and back to hug Seungmin. “Minnie! Is it time for the sleepover in Channie’s bed?”

“Not yet, Hyuni.” Seungmin smiles, down at him, and then at Jisung who’s disengaged his lips from Hyunjin’s skin. “You need to drink some water first.”

They all down their bottles quickly and take the pain killers Chan hands out to try to avoid feeling too bad in the morning. When they move toward the bedrooms, Jisung stops at Minho’s door, but Hyunjin pulls at his hand. “Jisungie, aren’t you coming to Chan’s bed, too? Don’t you wanna cuddle with me?”

Chan can’t even blame him when Jisung gives him a pleading look; Hyunjin begging is extremely effective. “I suppose it’s a good thing I have a king. Come on.” The two of them whoop and stumble along the rest of the way to Chan’s room.

When Chan asks about preferred clothes to borrow for bed, Hyunjin pouts again. Seungmin laughs as he explains that Hyunjin runs warm, especially when drinking and cuddling, so he tends to strip down for bed. Seungmin does try to point out that Chan and Jisung haven’t seen him like that before, but Hyunjin does not see it as an issue.

Considering Chan hardly ever wears anything to bed, and all the shenanigans that went down tonight, he approves of the choice; they all strip down to their boxers – “Seungminnie, we all need to be equal!” – and get into bed. Hyunjin and Seungmin are in the middle with Jisung and Chan on their other sides, respectively.

Hyunjin snuggles up to his best friend. “Minnie, I forgot to kiss you tonight, too! I gave most of my kisses to Jisungie.”

“Sorry, Hyuni,” Seungmin laughs. “Maybe next game night. Plus, you wanted to kiss him the most, didn’t you.”

Hyunjin agrees, still pouting, which makes Jisung beam behind him. Chan surprises himself even when he says, “Well, the night isn’t over. You could kiss Seungminnie now, if you want to.”

Hyunjin’s eyes go wide, and Seungmin turns almost all the way around to look at him. His surprise is soon overtaken by a smug smile, however. “Channie, you act all innocent, but you just wanted to get a private show, huh?”

“No!” Chan is happy that it’s dark in the room, though he worries for a second that Seungmin will be able to feel the heat of his blush. “I just… Hyunjin sounded so sad about it! And technically it’s still game night night. You don’t have to, obviously. I just wanted to make sure you knew I wouldn’t mind?”

Seungmin pulls Chan’s face to his for a quick kiss. “Caring hyung and all that. Thanks, baby.” He turns to Hyunjin again. “Do you want to kiss me and Chan goodnight, Jinnie?”

Chan chokes on nothing. “And Chan?”

“Oh! Yes!” Hyunjin wraps his long arms around both of them to hug them simultaneously. “Will you give Jisung goodnight kisses, too?”

Chan snorts as Seungmin cocks his head to the side in consideration. This has all become more than he anticipated. Seungmin answers for them. “If that’s what Jisung wants, it would be rude to deny him.”

Never missing an opportunity to dote on his (now former) favorite underclassman, Chan stretches his arm out across their bodies to pinch Jisung’s cheek. “Would you like that, Ji? Kisses from your favorite hyung?”

Ever the brat, Jisung looks around. “I thought Changbin went home?” He shouts as the pinch turns into a flick. “Ow! You know I was kidding!”

Hyunjin turns all the way around to face Jisung, grabbing his face to press a succession of kisses to his ‘injured’ cheek. “Don’t worry, Channie will kiss it better, too.”

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✦Seungmin✦

Seungmin can’t help but be amused and endeared by Hyunjin’s drunken antics. He realizes that Chan must feel similarly when he declares that they’re all going to kiss. That or the alcohol has finally hit him the way it hit Hyunjin. But he knows better; despite Chan’s comments about avoiding temptation and not discussing drunk sex, he’s very aware of the fact that both he and Chan had avoided drinking much outside of the games tonight.

He gets it, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t disappointed that he and Chan aren’t alone right now. He’d assumed that they’d continue the exploration of each other’s likes and dislikes in bed tonight.

Tomorrow, though.

Tomorrow, he’ll make sure they have plenty of alone time.

That’s where his mind is as he acquiesces to the hand on his shoulder guiding him to lay flat on his back, turning his head to look up at Chan on his left. Then he feels Hyunjin climb fully on top of him and snaps his head back toward him. One of his hands searches for Chan’s on his side, while the other comes to rest on Hyunjin’s lower back. Suddenly he’s feeling nervous that Chan will think this is how their nights in the same bed always go. “Feeling ambitious tonight, Jinnie?”

To Seungmin’s surprise and dismay (and maybe a little excitement?), Hyunjin’s response is paired with a wiggle of his hips. “It’s special! We never kiss.”

“Never?” Jisung asks, and without looking over at him, Seungmin can tell he’s moved closer.

“Nope!” Hyunjin giggles.

“We cuddle mostly,” Seungmin adds. “Occasionally there are kisses on the cheek or forehead, but things aren’t really ever sexual between us. This is… new.”

Before anyone can say anything else, Hyunjin leans in to capture Seungmin’s lips. Seungmin’s eyes go wide before he lets them fall closed, giving in to the kiss. The hand not holding Chan’s finds Hyunjin’s hip, which seems to spur him on further. Seungmin can’t help but moan against his mouth when Hyunjin grinds against him.

“Oh, fuck,” Jisung murmurs.

Hyunjin breaks the kiss, sitting up to give Jisung a dazzling smile. “Minnie’s a really good kisser.” Instead of settling back between Jisung and Seungmin, he shifts over to his other side, immediately wrapping himself around Chan. “Time to switch boyfriends!”

Seungmin watches as the shocked expression lands on Jisung’s face, hearing the way Chan is clearly laughing at him despite the fact that there’s almost no way he can see it, too.

Then Hyunjin sits up abruptly. “Minnie!” He pulls on Seungmin’s arm until he sits up, too, and forces him to crawl toward the foot of the bed. He clearly makes a point not to look at Jisung as he does.

Seungmin takes in his panicked look and decides that this is not the time for teasing. “What’s wrong, baby?”

Hyunjin’s whisper is perhaps a touch too loud. “I called Ji my boyfriend just now. He didn’t ask me to be his boyfriend. Did he look mad when I said it?”

“Hyuni, why would he be mad?”

“He didn’t ask me to be his boyfriend, and you can’t just decide your boyfriends without talking to the other guy. And maybe he just likes kissing, and we just thought he likes me without real proof?”

They hear a throat clear behind them. They turn as one, finding Jisung has joined them at the end of the bed. His smile is gentle. “Hi guys. Could I talk to you for a minute, Hyunjin?”

Hyunjin bites his lip, but nods his assent after Seungmin squeezes his hand and gives him an encouraging look. Seungmin makes his way back to Chan, watching as Jisung takes Hyunjin’s hand, leading him off the bed and out the door. He lets out a sigh and snuggles into Chan’s waiting arms.

“They gonna be okay?”

Chan kisses his forehead. “I’m sure they will be, yeah. I told you before that Ji is, like, literally obsessed with Hyunjin. He’s more than happy to hear Jinnie call him his boyfriend. I’m sure he’s officially asking him out right now.”

Seungmin nods absently before tilting his head up for a quick kiss. “How are you feeling? I know you said I should kiss him, but that was a little intense. I want to make sure you know that you don’t have to worry about anything or feel like you need to let me do stuff like that. Hyunjin will survive, even if I never kiss him again.”

Chan joins in on the soft laughter that accompanies that last thought. He looks a little bashful, rubbing at the back of his neck. “I know, babe; no worries. If I’m being honest… now that I know I don’t have to, like, compete with Hyunjin, seeing you together like that is actually really hot.”

“Dirty boy,” Seungmin smirks. “Does someone have a cuck kink?”

“Seungmin!” Chan sputters, turning bright red. “That’s, that’s not–”

“I’m kidding, Channie, chill.” He soothes him with a few long kisses. “That said, maybe we should talk about any kinks or preferences we have.” He turns and straddles Chan, looking down at him. “Maybe we can even try some out tomorrow.”

As much as he likes teasing Chan, and is serious about the suggestion, he opts to let him avoid the question for now; he figures it might be better to use this alone time to make Chan regret choosing not to be intimate tonight. He rolls his hips, kneading his fingers into Chan’s impressive shoulders.

After a few minutes of making out, Seungmin thinks Chan might’ve lost a bit of his resolve; Hands roam over his body, Chan is grinding up as well; Seungmin is keenly aware of the fact that all that separates them are a couple pairs of boxers. When Chan slips his hands inside his, firmly gripping his ass, Seungmin thinks he might get what he wants after all.

And then the door opens, and Hyunjin and Jisung stumble in, giggling.

“Oops!” Hyunjin doesn’t even try to sound sorry. “We didn’t mean to interrupt you. I guess we’re not sleeping together anymore?”

As much as he’s tempted to say yes, he also still vaguely wants to punish Chan for inviting them into his bed to start. He slides off Chan’s lap, pulling the blanket up to hide their erections. “We still can, if you want to, Hyuni. We just weren’t sure how long you’d be.”

Hyunjin’s happy screech, ‘cause that’s the only way Seungmin can think to describe it, seems to work to teleport him back into the spot beside him. Seungmin laughs and has to angle his lower half away as Hyunjin clings to him again. Then he’s peering around Seungmin to find Chan’s eyes. “Channie hyung, do I still get a goodnight kiss?”

It’s Chan’s turn to huff out a laugh. Apparently, he has also decided to play dirty when he pushes Seungmin to lay back, a light grip on Hyunjin’s jaw to draw him forward to lean over Seungmin. Seungmin struggles to focus enough on the kiss happening just centimeters from his face with Chan using the opportunity to plaster himself against Seungmin, once again grinding his hips against him. Seungmin itches to take his length in his hand… or his mouth, or his ass. He almost gives into the impulse, preparing to shift so that he has better access, but then Hyunjin and Chan pull apart.

Hyunjin peeks back over at Jisung with the sweetest smile before turning back to Seungmin. “Your turn to kiss my boyfriend goodnight.”

Hyperaware that he’s still sporting a semi, Seungmin leans in close to press his forehead against his, speaking softly. “I’m so happy for you, Jinnie”

“Thanks, Minnie. I’m really happy.”

“I’m also happy to have you sleep here tonight, but if you want to have alone time with Ji, I get that.”

“Is it weird that I’d rather be here with you tonight?” Hyunjin pulls his lower lip between his teeth.

“No, it’s not weird. And if he or Chan thinks so, though I really don’t think they do, then they can suck it, and we can ditch them for Minho’s bed.”

Hyunjin’s anxious look smooths out. Before he can say anything else, Seungmin feels Chan’s weight press against his back again as he says, “Come here, Ji. Might as well do our kiss while they’re chatting.”

Seungmin and Hyunjin turn their heads, nearly cheek to cheek with their boyfriends’ bodies pushing them together slightly. They look good together, though it doesn’t last long. As Chan pulls back, he takes Seungmin with him a bit so that he’s laying more on his back than his side. Jisung seems to be pressing Hyunjin back as well so he can stretch across him more easily to reach Seungmin.

His lips are soft, movements tentative. His hand is light, gentle as it cups Seungmin’s cheek. Then Jisung’s tongue joins the party, and the kiss deepens. Seungmin almost laughs when he thinks that Hyunjin was right, they are all good kissers. But like his kiss with Chan, Jisung keeps it short, pulling back and laying half on top of Hyunjin.

The latter looks over at Seungmin dreamily. “Goodnight, Minnie.” And then he’s whispering with Jisung, just holding Seungmin’s hand while Chan turns off the desk light.

When Chan returns to his side, Seungmin drops Hyunjins hand with a quick glance to make sure he’s too occupied to care and rolls into Chan’s space. He snuggles into his chest on contact, basking in Chan’s comfortable warmth.

“I had fun today.”

“Me, too, thank you. I love you.”

His smile is almost visible in the dark. “I love you, too.”

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✧Chan✧

When morning comes, Chan is the first to wake. He’s curled around Seungmin, the big spoon to his little one. Chan peeks over his broad shoulder and corrects that thought. It’s more like Seungmin is the medium spoon, and Hyunjin is the little spoon. He smiles to himself. They’re all so cute together. Jisung isn’t exactly part of the spoon train, but Hyunjin is wrapped around him. Adorable.

He checks the time and decides it’s likely the others will wake up soon. He carefully climbs out of bed, careful not to disturb Seungmin as he disengages. Once he has coffee going, he peruses the fridge. He’s no Minho, but Chan is fairly confident that he can whip up a decent breakfast for them all.

About 10 minutes later, Seungmin emerges from his bedroom; his hair is mussed and his face is still a little scrunched up in sleepiness. He murmurs, “Coffee?”

Chan smiles, already pouring him a cup. “Good morning, Seungminnie. How’d you sleep?”

As he accepts the mug, Seungmin squints at him. “Are you always this peppy so early after a late night of drinking?”

“Hmm, I think I’m just really happy, and it’s overpowering the exhaustion.”

Seungmin mimics him in a whiny voice. “I’m happy, too. Just also tired. I blame you and Jinnie. I had to sleep in between two furnaces.”

Chan lets out a booming laugh. Even tired and cranky, Seungmin is just so cute. “I’m sorry, baby; next time I’ll cuddle him, and you can stay cool just next to us.”

“Absolutely not. If you don’t cuddle me whenever we sleep together, I’m dumping you.”

Chan wraps him in a hug, ignoring his grimace. “Whatever you say, honey. I’ll always do anything you want me to.”

Seungmin pulls back to look him in the face. His expression makes Chan unsure if he should be nervous or excited. Probably both. “Anything I want, huh? Especially when we sleep together?”

Chan, embarrassingly, swallows audibly. “Did you, um, have something in particular in mind?”

“Well, you took such good care of me yesterday,” Seungmin smirks. “It’s only right that I do the same for you, right?”

Chan’s ears burn. “And, uh, when is that going to happen?”

Seungmin has noticeably perked up since the start of this conversation. He pretends to ponder the question; Chan can’t decide if he needs it to happen immediately or if he’ll need time to prepare mentally. What does Seungmin even have in mind?

“What about as soon as we get those lazy asses out of your bed?”

Chan’s laugh is only half nerves. “This from the man who was basically a coffee zombie like 5 minutes ago?”

“Okay, we could feed and caffeinate them first,” Seungmin pouts. “And I suppose we should find out when your roommates are going to be home so they don’t walk in on something they shouldn’t.”

“Everything is ready, so maybe we should wake them up?”

“Better let me take the lead; not to brag, but I’ve become something of an expert at waking sleeping beauty in there. What’s morning Jisung like?”

“Adorably squishy.”

“Helpful, hyung,” Seungmin laughs. “Very helpful.”

He follows Seungmin back to his room, taking in the tangle of their snoozy friends. They really are so cute. He watches his boyfriend crawl onto the bed, gently pull the covers back.

“Hyunjinnie, it’s time to wake up.” Surprisingly, Hyunjin sits up almost immediately, and Seungmin praises him. “You’re sleeping very well for wheat flour.”

Chan gives him a quizzical look as Hyunjin lays back down, pulling the blanket back up over his head. Seungmin raises a hand toward him and shakes his head with a smile.

“Don’t ask, can’t explain.” Seungmin gently taps his shoulder then his belly, getting Hyunjin to sit up again. “Say something, babe. Show me you’re awake enough for thought.”

“Hi Minnie,” Hyunjin grumbles out.

Chan doesn’t think that’s the best sign of wakefulness, but Seungmin seems to think it’s enough. He moves around to the other side of the bed, sitting next to Jisung. Hyunjin has already partially uncovered him, so Seungmin does it the rest of the way. Sleepy eyes peek at him as he does.

“Time to wake up, Jisungie.” Jisung’s unintelligible answer doesn’t seem to deter Seungmin. “Better get up, or I’m gonna have to kiss Hyuni awake myself.”

Jisung stretches and starts moving to get up with a small ‘okay.’

Seungmin takes Chan’s hand, pulling him back out to the kitchen to dole out their food. Chan’s hands land on either side of his face before dropping a peck on his lips. “You really think that’s going to get them up? They were so sleep–.”

Before he can finish the thought, the two of them are meandering down the hall, arm in arm. “Channie, I smell food and coffee! Gib now, please.”

Chan puts plates down in front of them right as they sit down, Seungmin right behind him with mugs of coffee. They’re all still a bit subdued, despite the fact that their meal is actually more like lunch rather than breakfast, because they slept in so late. They talk about the party the night before, the best games, challenges, and other attendees’ reactions to them.

Jisung finally gets a burst of energy, cheeks adorably full as a thought occurs to him. “Okay, but why were Minho and Changbin trying to get everyone to kiss San?”

“Yeah!” Hyunjin’s expression matches Jisungs, and Chan nearly sighs, smiling at them; they really seem to be on each others’ level. He’s happy they’re together. “Like I know I didn’t resist, but Minho literally smushed our faces together! I was so confused!”

Chan and Seungmin just shrug. “Honestly, I never got an answer about it, but I guess I’m happy that Innie seemed to be on board with whatever it was.”

“Maybe you should go talk to them about it?” Seungmin says it casually, but Hyunjin narrows his eyes at him. The two seem to have a silent conversation that only Chan notices as Jisung rattles off ideas of what their end game might have been. Chan nearly attempts to chime in when Hyunjin breaks the silence.

“Hey, Ji, do you wanna head over to my dorm?” Hyunjin sends Chan a look that he can’t entirely discern. “Maybe Chan can lend you some clothes?”

“Yeah, of course. I’ll go grab you some.”

“Thanks, Chan!”

Jisung gives him a wide smile. “Thanks, Channie.”

Hyunjin pokes him in the side, nearly causing him to fall out of his chair when he jumps at the touch. “Go help him pick them out, please?”

Chan is still chuckling about Jisung’s reaction as they head back to his room. He immediately pulls out a pair of sweats and a hoodie, leaving Jisung to grab a T-shirt. “Think you should check with Jinnie about if you should shower here first or if he’s trying to get you out of here ASAP?”

“ASAP?” Jisung looks confused. “Did I miss something?”

“You were focused on speculating why all the San kisses happened and missed Minnie and Jinnie making eyes at each other.”

“Oh… So you probably want us out of your hair soon, too, huh. Spend some alone time with your boyfriend.”

“You realize that you could be spending time alone with your boyfriend, right?”

Jisung’s eyes go wide. “Oh… Oh. Oh yes. I did it last night, didn’t I? I actually asked him to be my boyfriend last night.”

Chan’s struggling not to laugh at him as he digs into his memories of last night.

“And oh my god, we kissed last night? And I kissed Seungmin! Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I thought you knew! You didn’t seem drunk enough to forget,” Chan laughs. “You didn’t question anything when you woke up plastered to Hyunjin’s back in my bed?”

“Don’t use logic at me! You know I’m basically still asleep until I finish my first cup of coffee!”

Chan follows Jisung out, still laughing. He watches as he wraps his arms around Hyunjin from behind, taking advantage of the fact that the taller man is sitting and dropping a kiss on the top of his head.

“Did you wanna head out, jagi?”

Hyunjin smiles up at him, a pretty blush spreading across his cheeks. “We should, yes.”

They make their way toward the door, saying their goodbyes, and Chan gives in to the impulse to offer for them to take his car. Even if he and Seungmin want alone time for now, he likes the idea of getting together for dinner or something later. Once they leave, he turns to Seungmin, eyebrows raised.

“So you and Hyunjin clearly had an idea for how the rest of the day should go; wanna clue me in?”

Seungmin’s smile borders on devious. “I don’t know what you mean, hyung. I was just thinking it seems like a good idea to get back in bed for a bit.”

Chan’s tongue darts out over his lower lip before he pulls it between his teeth. Minnie calling me hyung definitely hits different now. “After you.”

When they get to his room, Seungmin stops playing coy. He pulls at the hem of Chan’s shirt, moving quickly to divest Chan of his clothes. With each article, he runs his hands over the exposed skin, leaves a trail of kisses in his wake, throwing in a little nip here and there. For his part, Chan just revels in the attention. Based on a few comments the night before, he’s pretty sure Seungmin is intent on topping today, and he couldn’t be happier; he is beyond ready to let Seungmin take care of him.

Still, he can’t help but give a little direction as Seungmin backs him toward his bed. He tips his head to the side, giving Seungmin better access to his neck while also freeing his mouth. “I don’t think it’s fair that I’m the only one that’s naked, Seungminnie.”

Chan gets a tingly feeling when Seungmin grins at him before stripping off his own shirt. The younger man’s typically laid back demeanor is giving way to a harder edge than Chan has ever seen. It’s exciting. The back of his knees hit the bed, and Seungmin tips him back onto it, climbing over his lap. The kiss is searing.

Seungmin grinds into him, and Chan whines at the lack of skin on skin contact. “What’s wrong, Channie? Tell me what you need.”

“Just need you, baby.” Chan pulls at the waistband of Seungmin’s pants. “You’re gonna take care of me today, right? Take the lead?”

Seungmin’s smirk as he squeezes his large hands around Chan’s waist sends a little shiver down his spine. “Of course.” He dives back down to capture his lips again before shifting to kiss and suck his way down Chan’s body.

Chan’s back arches when Seungmin gently takes his nipple in between his teeth at the same time that he pinches the other one, and he lets out a soft moan. With each movement, Seungmin rubs against his length, sometimes with intention, others by chance. When he sits back between his legs, Chan can’t help but let out another whine.

“Who knew you could be so whiny,” Seungmin smirks.

The teasing lilt to his voice is only working to turn Chan on more. “Come on, Minnie. Touch me. Please?”

“I think I could get used to you begging. Scoot up the bed for me.”

Chan moves to comply, eyeing Seungmin’s still clothed lower half. He sticks his lower lip out in a pout. “Pants, Min.”

“So impatient today, hyung.” He gets off the bed to pull them off anyway. Chan’s eyes follow him around the side of it where he digs the lube out of his bedside drawer. He waves the bottle, drawing Chan’s gaze up to his hands rather than his body. “Would it be alright if I opened you up?”

Chan honestly can’t blame him for laughing, the way his head bobs up and down, big smile on his face. But he can’t help it. All year, he’s been thinking about being underneath Seungmin.

When he settles between his thighs again, Seungmin’s expression turns more serious. He continues his path down from Chan’s chest, leaving a hickey here and there, actually sinking his teeth into Chan’s hip for a second. All the while, Seungmin’s hands caress and massage Chan’s hips and thighs, carefully staying away from where Chan wants to feel him most until they leave his body completely.

Finally, he can feel Seungmin’s breath on his length, anticipation is killing him. “Min–”

He chokes on the word as Seungmin licks a stripe from base to tip at the same time that two lubed fingers start to circle his hole. He takes the head of Chan’s cock into his mouth and sucks. Chan groans and his hands immediately thread through Seungmin’s hair.

Before he can say anything, Seungmin takes him down his velvet throat, nearly to the hilt. His moan comes out almost pained, but he barely felt the finger Seungmin pushed into him as he did it. His mouth is like magic.

As Seungmin bobs up and down, bringing him closer to the edge, Chan lets out a series of moans and sighs. He spreads his legs as wide as he can, bucking his hips to encourage Seungmin to give him more. The first time he does it, he feels a little bad, but when Seungmin lets out a sound almost like a growl and redoubles his efforts with his tongue, he knows it’s alright.

At this point he’s all but fucking Seungmin’s face; he just takes it, and Chan is getting so, so close. Then Seungmin pulls away. The sudden absence of both his mouth and his fingers causes Chan to cry out.

“Not so fast,” Seungmin chuckles. “Don’t you wanna come on my cock, Channie?”

Chan is almost a little ashamed of the watery tone of his voice when he says, “Can’t I do both? You feel so good, baby.”

“You think you’ll be good to go again quickly? ‘Cause I’m not sure how much longer I can wait.” With that, Seungmin reinserts three fingers and works his hand almost like a human vibrator against Chan’s prostate.

“Seung– fuck. Min… please.”

“I’m gonna take that as a yes.” Seungmin doesn’t tease this time, just sinks his mouth down Chan’s length with an appreciative groan.

The combination of sensations paired with Seungmin bringing his other hand under his ass, encouraging him to thrust up into his sweet heat, has Chan panting and cursing. When Seungmin switches to massaging his prostate, Chan knows he’s done for.

“Min… Minnie, I’m gonna…” At this point he’s resisting it, trying to get the words out in case Seungmin wants to pull off. “Gonna co– gonna come, babe.”

Seungmin hums. The vibration of it is the last straw. Chan spills into his mouth, and Seungmin swallows it down with contented moans. When he begins to squirm, Seungmin does finally pull off, but not out, just leaving his long fingers still inside of him.

“Fuck, babe,” Chan pants out. “That was… Fuck, man.”

Seungmin licks his lips. “I knew you were eloquent, but that was really something, Channie.”

Chan’s head falls back with a sigh. “A menace even when I’m trying to express how hot and amazing you are.”

“And you love it.” Seungmin crawls up his body to mouth at his neck and jaw. “Ready for round 2, old man?”

Chan smacks his ass. “Kiss me and find out.”

Seungmin complies readily, and Chan realizes that he could be doing more for him. He snakes his hand between their bodies and starts stroking. He feels Seungmin withdraw his fingers finally, bringing that hand up to join Chan’s, adding lube to ease the glide.

Seungmin takesChan’s lower lip between his teeth and pulls. When he releases it, he murmurs, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

He pulls back again, this time in search of the lube, not to tease, but Chan lets out a little whine anyway.

Seungmin shakes his head, chuckling. He lazily takes himself in hand, staring Chan down as he does. “Flip over for me, Channie.”

Chan feels the blush coloring his cheeks as he moves to his hands and knees, feeling Seungmin position himself between his legs. Seungmin’s hand grips his hip for a moment, but slides up to the center of his back. Chan submits to the pressure, lowering his chest down to the mattress, face turned so that he can look back.

Seungmin must’ve wiped his hand on something, because Chan feels both of them knead into his cheeks. “Fuck, babe. Your ass is so…” Chan can’t help but let out a squeak when he feels Seungmin’s teeth dig in where his hand had been a moment before. Seungmin giggles and presses a kiss to the spot before switching to the other side and sucking a mark onto his skin. “Sorry, it’s just so biteable. It didn’t hurt, did it?”

“No.” Chan covers his face with his arm, only to have Seungmin lean into him to pull it away. At the same time, he grinds his length against Chan’s hole, reminding him that he’s yet to have it inside him. He wiggles his hips a bit. “Minnie, please.”

“Please what?” He rolls his hips into him again. “Bite you again?”

“Min,” Chan whines. “Wanna feel you inside. Please?”

Chan can hear the smile in his voice. “Well, since you asked so nicely.” He lines himself up and pushes in slowly.

They sigh in tandem, finally getting what they both have been waiting for. Chan can tell from the crushing grip on his hips that Seungmin’s patience in teasing him is running out. He pushes back, trying to get him to snap, but Seungmin holds him still with a groan.

“What’s wrong, Min,” Chan manages to get out without panting. Slow as he’s going, Seungmin is making him feel so full. “Thought you were gonna, ah, take care of me today.”

Seungmin only growls in response as he pulls Chan’s hips back and drives his own forward to bottom out. Chan gasps and clenches around him. “Fuck, Chan. Let me know if you need me to slow down or stop.”

Chan is about to tease him, but then Seungmin starts to move. He sets a fast pace, his fingers digging bruises into Chan’s hips are the only reason he isn’t moving up the bed with each thrust. With the slap of skin on skin, pants, moans, grunts, groans, the room is a cacophony of the sounds of pleasure.

Chan is stunned by the raw, masculine energy pouring off of Seungmin; it lights a fire in his stomach. He’s never come untouched before, but when Seungmin shifts his angle, he thinks tonight might be the night. Each snap of his hips brings Chan closer and closer to the edge, he’s nearly seeing stars, dizzy with desire.

Then the praise begins:

“God, I love you like this… you feel so fucking good, Channie… so pretty and perfect offering yourself to me… you take me so well, baby…”

It goes on and on, each comment bringing Chan higher. His eyes start to water as the feeling builds. He lets out a whimper, trying to speak, but he’s been reduced to mumbling and moans.

“Can you come for me like this?” Seungmin pants out. He slows, thrusting deeply. “Wanna see how pretty you are when you come.”

That’s all Chan needs. Shudders wrack through him as he paints the sheets beneath him. Seungmin helps him to ride it out then moves to pull out.

“No!” Chan reaches back the best he can to try to stop him. “Please, Min. Inside.”

Seungmin picks up his rhythm again, though he is a little less forceful. Chan is enamored by the moans he’s letting free now that he’s not focused on riling Chan up. Even with the overstimulation, he’s close to melting into the mattress; he feels so happy and cared for.

Seungmin finishes with a groan, leaning forward to press kisses to Chan’s back. He slowly pulls out, and Chan lets out a soft hiss. Seungmin murmurs an apology before sitting back. He keeps Chan from just flattening out, pulling him up as he moves, shifting their bodies to the side to lay on the cleaner side of the bed.

Chan wraps his arms around him as he settles on his chest. “You’re amazing, Seungminnie. I love you.”

Seungmin pulls himself up more so that he can look right into Chan’s eyes. “I love you, too, Channie.”

They kiss lazily for a while before moving to the shower, which takes at least twice as long as it should once they catch their second (and third) wind. Everything all cleaned up, they collapse into bed, spent and ready to relax.

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✦Seungmin✦

They wake to the sound of someone pounding on the door. Chan looks soft and confused. Seungmin pinches his cheek. “You��re like a cute lil pile of mashed potatoes.”

“Wheat flour mashed potatoes,” Chan shakes his head. “You make the weirdest comparisons when people are waking up.”

Before he can respond, Minho stops knocking to yell, “You guys still fucking or are you coming out to eat with us?”

“Oh my god, Minho,” Chan covers his face with his hands while Seungmin giggles. “It wasn’t funny the first time, and it’s still not funny now!”

Minho cackles. “I don’t know, I heard someone laughing in there. For real though, come have dinner, everyone’s here.”

They dress quickly. Chan gives Seungmin his biggest hoodie, and he feels like he’s wrapped up in Chan; it’s perfect. When they emerge, they find that ‘everyone’ includes Chan’s roommates, Changbin, Jisung, and Seungmin’s (former and current) roommates. Unlike when they had brunch, the 8 of them fit perfectly around the dining table.

Seungmin takes Chan’s hand and watches the way his eyes twinkle as he watches over the rest of them. He thinks about what Chan’s friends said about his “Chanisms.” He’s in full agreement, and is loving observing them. Even more so, he loves knowing that he’ll be able to for a very long time, hopefully forever. When Chan’s gaze makes it over to him, Seungmin knows he’s smiling back, probably looking enamored. Chan picks up their joined hands, pressing a kiss to Seungmin’s knuckles.

The moment is sweet, almost perfect, but it’s ruined almost immediately when Jeongin speaks up. “So if Chan is my dad, and Minho is my mom, what does this make Seungmin? My stepdad? Stepmom?” He turns wide eyes to Minho, faux distress on his face.

The room erupts in laughter, and Seungmin pushes the mushy feelings he wants to pour all over Chan in favor of engaging in one of his favorite pastimes: arguing about nonsense. After dinner, they decide to hunker down for a movie night. Everything fits so perfectly from their senses of humor and the way they bicker to the way they support each other and relate to one another. As Seungmin settles into Chan’s arms on the couch, Felix’s legs resting on his lap, he is completely content; he feels like he’s found a family within this group and can’t wait to see where the rest of the year takes them.

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Final Author's Note:

Thank you so so so much for sticking around. This isn't the last we'll see of this au, though I'm not sure when I'll be releasing side stories. I have a few projects in the works. As always, and especially now, I would really love to hear from you. Tell me what you thought, what your favorite part was, who your favorite side characters/pairings are, literally whatever. And consider checking out my other works. Bye for now! 🧡

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luvyblossom · 9 months ago

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Love Me (not) Part 6

Hello Lovelies,

Part 6 is a bit shorter but I hope you enjoy ^o^

I've also been looking for more writing inspo. So pretty pretty please sent me some skz requests. Let me know what you think about part 6.

xx- Luvy

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Genre: Friends to lovers, college au, jealousy, SMUT, some mutual pining, fighting/angst

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Pairing: Hyunjin x y/n, Felix x y/n (AFAB)

Warnings: This work contains content that is 18+. Minors DNI. Perv Hyunjin, intercourse, oral, masturbation, somnophilia and mild noncon, dom and sub (reader), Very minor self-depreciation/ insecurities

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Felix stepped forward, blinded by rage. Not only was this guy all over you all the fucking time. He was fucking coming out of your room. Did he stay the night? Did something happen between the two of you? All these questions raced through his mind as he punched Hyunjin square in the jaw.

He heard you shout his name in shock but rather than turning around he raised his fist again. He had to stop himself before he swung because you appeared before him, standing between him and Hyunjin.

"What the hell Felix?" You raised your voice, staring down your boyfriend. He had attacked Hyunjin out of the blue and for no reason. You felt Hyunjin's hand on your waist, trying to move you aside so he could return the favour to Felix.

Felix let out a dry chuckle as he watched Hyunjin's arm wrap around you. He looked at you, ignoring the man standing behind you, "I asked you if there was something going on between you two. I trusted you and you fucking cheat on me?" His voice got louder.

"What-"

He didn't let you finish and kept shouting "Why the fuck would you even go out with me. You like stringing me along?"

Hyunjin pushed you aside, "Watch how you speak to her," he warned.

"Fuck. You" Felix landed another punch on Hyunjin's face. Hyunjin reeled back, recovering from the blow and getting ready to hit back but you once again shoved between them. This time you faced Hyunjin, wiping a bit of blood that dripped from his torn lip.

He looked at you a smirk forming as you worriedly tended to him. He met your boyfriend's gaze, giving him the look 'she chose me.' Felix scoffed and before you could utter another word you heard the door slam behind you.

You turned away from Hyunjin, taking a few steps forward as if to chase after him but then you stopped. You walked into the kitchen, grabbing a paper towel, wetting it with warm water and going up to Hyunjin who stood still, observing your every move.

He flinched as you dabbed at his lip.

"Hold this, apply pressure," you sounded robotic. Your movements were slow and measured. You walked back behind the kitchen island, opening the freezer and making an ice pack. You walked back to Hyunjin, wrapping the ice pack in a tea towel and holding it up against his jaw. You took the blood soaked tissue from him and moved his hand so he would hold the ice pack. The bleeding had stopped. You took some antiseptic cream from the side table drawer and applied a bit over the cut. Then you looked at Hyunjin, meeting his gaze blankly before moving to sit on the couch.

You felt the couch dip as Hyunjin sat beside you. "He's insane." When he didn't get a response from you he turned and poked your cheek. Usually that made you smile but not this time.

"What are you thinking?" Hyunjin asked moving closer to you.

"I don't know. Nothing I guess." it was the truth, there was so much for you to process that your mind chose to stay blank. You were still in shock over the situation, not sure how to feel about anything or anyone.

Hyunjin could see the stoic look on your face. His heart sinking as he realized this wasn't something you'd brush off. It mattered to you. He mattered to you. He placed his hand over yours, trying to melt you the way he usually did. To his dismay, you moved your hand away.

You turned and studied his face. His lip was swollen and his cheek had a bruise forming. "I think I need to be alone for a bit."

Hyunjin's face fell. He just nodded, got up getting his stuff together. Before he left he turned to say, "Please call me."

You sat, processing the morning, a reality show playing in the background in an attempt to drown out your thoughts. It wasn't working. You couldn't fathom what Felix had done. And what exactly did he think was happening? Did he think you fucked Hyunjin?

Your pulse raced as fast as your thoughts. You weren't sure what you wanted. Part of you was somewhat relieved, perhaps this would be the end of you and Felix and you wouldn't have to think about that 4 letter word that gave you anxiety when he said it. But the other part of you ached. You felt hollow and guilty. It scared you to think of not having Felix, you wanted him near. You wanted his soft kisses and that bright smile.

You picked up your phone hitting his contact. Straight to voicemail. You waited a gruelling 15 minutes, literally watching a timer tick down before trying to call him again. Voicemail again.

You grab your keys, rushing out your door with a mission. Your legs carried you with purpose and then, when you reached your destination you delivered a hard knock to the door. You heard shuffling and you were greeted by Minho. Before he could give you a sarcastic hello you asked, "Where's Felix."

"I don't know. You're his girlfriend shouldn't you know?"

You ignored his remark, "I'm waiting for him." Minho moved aside to let you in. You settled on their couch, a cat quickly finding you and settling onto your lap. "What are we watching?"

Minho shuffled over begrudgingly, silently scrolling through the netflix catalog.

"You really aren't friendly," you stated as Minho sat silently next to you. The comment made him smile, despite him trying to hold it back.

You laughed watching his reaction. "I want to watch Twilight," you announced.

Minho rolled his eyes, "No."

"Why not?"

"Because it's stupid," Minho replied sounding childish.

"Have you seen it before?"

"No."

"Well then you can't possibly know if it's stupid or not." You quickly grabbed the remote from him, selecting the movie.

Minho groaned but pretty soon he was into the movie. You each sat with a cat on your lap, yapping away about the absurdity of the movie and Jacob's horrible wig. You had started New Moon when you finally heard the front door open.

"I'm home," Felix shouted as he turned into the living room. He stopped when he saw you, a frown decorating his face. "What are you doing here?"

"I-" you had to gulp your feelings down. Felix had never looked at you like this. His looks were usually soft, admiring and made you feel fuzzy. This look made you feel sick. You took a deep breath collecting your words, "we need to talk."

"What is there to talk about? I think I saw all that I needed." Felix doesn't let you say anything else. He rushed to his room door slamming behind him. You were now alone in their living room, Minho had slipped away unnoticed.

You got up and knocked on Felix's bedroom door. When he didn't open the door you just knocked harder until you heard shuffling. He opened his door just enough to poke his head out. You were a bit angry still but you had to admit he looked cute. You wanted to kiss him so you leaned forward planting a soft kiss right on the tip of his nose. Felix's eyes blew up in surprise and the angry look he was giving you melted away. He let out a sigh, opened the door and stepped aside gesturing you in. You sat down on the corner of his bed.

"Say what you want to say," Felix said, avoiding your eyes.

"I don't know what happened this morning. What is wrong?" Your voice remained steady as you watched him carefully.

Anger spread across Felix's features once again, "Are you fucking kidding me? Here's what happened. I saw a man that is extremely possessive of you and known for sleeping with anything that moves come out of your bedroom in the morning. In the morning when he was supposed to have been over the night before. So that means he stayed the night. I'm not stupid Y/n."

You finally understood what his reaction was about. It was understandable although you thought that he could have talked rather than punching Hyunjin. "It's not like that Felix. Him and I have a completely platonic relationship. Nothing happened."

"I doubt that," Felix said bitterly.

Now you were angry, "do you not trust me?"

"I don't trust him," Felix said.

"He has nothing to do with this. He's my friend, and has been for far before I met you. I would never cheat on you, or anyone and there is nothing between us I don't know why you're so insistent on that. You have never once before this communicated that you have an issue with Hyunjin and my relationship and then you come in and fucking attack him for no reason."

"You're worried about him?" Felix was shouting.

"Of course I'm worried about him. I fucking love him." You stopped, realizing what had slipped past your lips.

Felix just looked at you. Hurt highlighted in his eyes as he heard you speak the words that he had so desperately wanted to hear, except it wasn't for him.

"I mean as a friend Felix. Not like that." You were pretty sure that was the truth. You loved Hyunjin as a friend. You always had and you weren't allowed anything else.

"I think you should go."

You weren't sure what else you could do. You left him alone.

A few moments later Felix heard another insistent knock on his door. "I don't know what else you could possibly have to say to me-" he realized it was his roommate.

"You seem disappointed," Minho observed.

"No I'm not. I just thought that maybe she had come back." He was disappointed. He wanted her to be here, even though he really didn't want to see her again. She always made him have such complicated feelings.

"What happened?" It was rare that Minho pried like this, so Felix was a bit surprised at his line of questioning.

"Nothing. I just don't think it'll work out between us."

"Really? Hmm, I liked her for you."

Felix let out a frustrated sigh, plopping down in his gaming chair, "I like her too."

"Is it because of her 'bestie' " Minho emphasized the word with air quotes.

Felix just nodded before going on, "she just told me she loves him before leaving. I think it's kinda hard for a relationship to recover from that."

Minho frowned, "I heard the rest of what she said. She said he was just a friend. And I don't usually vouch for people but she's good and the cats really like her."

"He is so obviously not a friend. Even if she doesn't know it yet, he's definitely trying to keep her for himself."

"So you're going to let him win?"

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"Hey Y/n" Chan welcomed you at the door.

"Is he home?" you didn't have to say his name, Chan always knew who you came for.

"In his room."

"You know there's other people that live here," Seungmin shouted from the living room.

You flashed him a smile before jogging up the stairs and knocking on Hyunjin's door. You heard a faint come in.

Hyunjin sat at his desk, painting something. He turned when he heard the door open. A warm smile spreading across his face. The smile quickly dropped when he saw your tear stained face.

He took you in his arms, pulling you close to him, pressing your face to his chest. His hand found it's way into your hair and he ran his fingers through it soothingly. You melted into his chest, letting the tears flow again.

He held you for a while, letting you cry for a bit before taking your face in his hands so you would look at him.

"You know it breaks my heart when you cry," he said wiping the tears from your face using his thumbs. "What happened?"

"Felix and I are over," you said it just above a whisper, tears falling freely.

Hyunjin felt relief, joy even that he wouldn't have to worry about Felix in your life anymore. The feeling lasted only a second as he heard how broken your voice sounded. He had never seen you this sad over a breakup before. He had never seen you even sweat a breakup before, you usually didn't give two shits when things ended with whatever loser you chose to give your time to. But now you were in front him, crying over a guy who didn't deserve you anyways. Hyunjin's heart sank to a deep pit in his stomach. He felt pangs of hurt, maybe because you were hurting.

He set his feelings aside. He truly couldn't stand to see you so miserable. You cuddled back into his chest, he felt comfortable and warm and you needed it as you processed that you had lost Felix.

Hyunjin led you to sit down on his bed, taking a seat next to you and taking you into his arms once again. Your tears had stopped, you felt soothed wrapped up in him.

"You were too good for him Y/n. He's not worth all your tears,"

"I wasn't. He loved me." It hurt to realize that his love would be gone. It had felt like a burden but now it felt like whatever chance you had at love had gone with him. He was wonderful, and he loved you the way that you were. You should have just loved him back. You hated yourself for not falling as fast as he had.

Hyunjin broke through your thoughts, "I love you."

You let out a sigh, "it's not the same Hyunjin." You looked up at him with a small smile to reassure him that you were okay. He hesitated, as if he wanted to say more, but he didn't, he let his heart sink deeper.

"But you didn't love him back."

"I think I could have. If I had more time," you feared that whatever chance you had at love had gone with Felix. He was perfect for you, the best fit and the most feelings you'd felt for a man after... You didn't finish the thought.

You took a deep breath in. Ready to move on and try to not focus on what could have been. You took Hyunjin's hand in yours, giving it a squeeze, "what were you painting?"

Hyunjin described the scene from a movie that he thought was beautiful. He spoke about the background and what made the scene perfect for him to paint. He talked about what techniques he could use to bring it to life. He talked about all the things that made him love it but he left out the part where he loved it because he saw how you smiled when you had watched that exact scene. And as he talked, he held you close, fingers laced with yours. Holding you close, worrying about how much of you he may have lost to Felix. You were hurt, more than he expected you to be. But you chose him in the end.

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facioleeknow · 1 year ago

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The art of pleasure ch.1

Caress ° Bang Chan

When one girl in your class makes fun of you for being a virgin at a party, you are left distraught. It's only natural that you decide to whine about it to your best friend, Bang Chan; but he does more than lending a shoulder to cry on, he comes up with a solution. He and his 7 friends will help you and teach you all about the pleasure of the flesh. What could go wrong?

Genre: College AU, SMUT 18+ ONLY wc: 1431

Warnings: fraternity skz, inexperienced reader, experienced chan and stray kids, kissing, frat party, a bitch, insecurities

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A/N: Hello, thank you so much for the support on this series!! This chapter is pretty tame BUT IT IS THE FIRST, so don't worry about it!! Channie girls don't worry he's gonna get some later ;)

Another semester. Another party at the only frat house on campus, it was nothing out of the ordinary. The usual room filled with flowing alcohol and the usual people, dancing to the usual songs. You’re sure it might be the idea of fun of some of the people that surrounded you but not yours, obviously not yours. That was why you were the only unusual thing in there. You weren’t a party animal, you weren’t so extroverted as to go to a party to have fun. Unfortunately it was also your best friend’s birthday who happened to be the president of the fraternity, so you really couldn’t have said no to his invitation.

The scene in front of you shifted. A drunk girl started approaching you.

“Oh my god, Y/N! You’re here, I’m so happy to see you,” the girl, from one of your classes, threw her arms around you and squeezed tightly. The feeling of her foreign body pressed against yours made you shiver uncomfortably.

“Oh, c’mon Y/Nnie, loosen up a little!” Alice said with a sly slime. Before you could commit murder in cold blood in front of your whole year, your two (out of three) friends pulled you away into a more secluded area of the room. In front of you laid a messy circle of people, intently focused on a spinning bottle.

‘Yuck’

“I can't believe people still play spin the bottle at their old age,” Shuhua mumbled as disgusted as you.

“You read my mind,Shu.”

“Omg Y/Nnie! You want to play spin the bottle? Wouldn't it be embarrassing tho? Since you're a virgin at your big age,” Alice fell into a fit of giggles, soon followed by her friends.

“God, she cannot be serious,” you whispered to your friends while you all collectively side-eyed the bitch. And that was exactly what she was, nothing other than a bitch. But then why was your face burning in shame and your heart racing? Why were your palms sweating so much? You shouldn't have been that affected but you were.

For the whole night you couldn’t help but think about Alice's words, because no matter how spiteful they were and how much of a bitch she was, they were also true. You were a virgin “at your big age”, but that had never bothered you until you had entered college. Never in your life had you seen so many people get involved with each other and in some ways you felt pushed aside and in the dark about this magical new world that everybody had already discovered, everybody but you.

The red solo cup in your hands wrinkled slightly under your fingertips as you squeezed it. You shouldn’t have been thinking about those things, why were you hyperfocusing right now?

“You’re supposed to collect the cups, babygirl, not strangle them,”a masculine voice pulled you out of your train of thoughts. Bang Chan, the birthday boy and your best friend. You and Chan had known each other since your first year of college, he had saved you from making a fool out of yourself the first day and walked you to your lecture hall. Since then he had stuck by your side and helped you make some new friends even if you were extremely picky with people.

“Ew, Christopher, I told you not to call me that,” you grimaced at the cringey name. He just giggled.

“I know, but I like annoying you too much,” another giggle. A small smile threatened to break your “angry” facade, this carefree side of him was a rare sight and the fact that he was showing it to you was making you giddy.

His warm hands snatched the trash bag away from you before clasping around your smaller ones.

“Seriously, what is going on?”

Lying wasn’t an option, he was way too observant for his own good, he always knew when you lied even when you didn’t yourself. You scoffed.

“Just something Alice said,'' and with that you tried to grab the bag from behind him to resume your job. No movement, he had an iron grip on you.

“What did she say?”

“Just her usual nagging, you know how she is,” you tugged and tried to get away from his grip to no avail.

“Tell me,” he wasn’t asking and that was obvious to the both of you.

“She said that it’s embarrassing to be a virgin at my big age.”

Chan finally let your hands fall to your sides and in exchange wrapped his arms around you and squished you against his chest.

“Bitch, she shouldn’t have been here, she wasn’t invited,” his chest rumbled with his words, “I’m sorry Y/N, I hope you know she’s in the wrong.”

With your arms wrapped around Chan and your face squished against his chest, with the gentleness of his voice caressing you, you found it hard to lie so you just stayed silent.

“Oh baby, don’t think about it, okay? She’s wrong and there is nothing wrong with you. Let’s go to bed, I can clean up tomorrow morning.”

For the whole night you tossed and turned with always the same thought in you mind, hoping not to wake Chan who was sleeping soundly next to you for once.It was no surprise that early in the morning you felt exhausted, your limbs were heavy and your mind was foggy, but you still couldn’t fall asleep.

“Did you sleep at all? I heard you move around a lot,” Christopher groaned next to you, his arm lazily draped over your middle.

“Sorry,” you tried to utter in your half dead state.

“I had an idea while I was sleeping,” he dragged your body against his and started to gently rub your arm to ease you to sleep. You only hummed in response.

“You should let me and the kids teach you about sex, you know us and we’re good people, we would never push you to do anything. We can take anything at your own pace, we’ll teach you well,” he spoke like he was saying the most natural thing in the world and not suggesting you get passed between him and his other seven friends. Sensing your confusion, Chan gently shushed you and started rubbing your arm again.

“Think about it, we can talk about it when you wake up.”

A witty response was about to come out of your mouth but darkness enveloped you like a hug. Chan hugged you tighter to his chest and sighed. ‘That went well’, he thought.

When you woke up, a blinding light was filtering through the window. Damn Christopher who never closed the blinds.

“Good morning,” the said man chirped happily from next to you. The moment you laid your eyes on him, the conversation from that morning resurfaced to your mind. The frantic beating of your heart sent a shot of adrenaline through you.

“I take it you remember what I asked you,” he put his phone back on his nightstand to fully give you his attention.

“Chris..” you started but he swiftly interrupted you.

“We’re not doing it out of pity, we are all attracted to you, we wouldn’t make it awkward and if you refuse it’s gonna be like it never happened,” Chris answered all of your questions like he could read your mind. You were confused, your heart (and your vagina) wanted to say yes but your head told you to refuse.

‘Fuck it, stop thinking.’

“Okay, let’s do it.” Chris stayed silent, only your synced breaths could be heard in the room. The tension was thick and full of desire.

“Can I kiss you, pretty girl? Just a kiss and you can stop me anytime you want.”

“Yes, please.” With that Chris pulled you in his lap in mere seconds and attached your lips together. He wasted no time and pushed his tongue in your mouth, still his movements were gentle and slow just like yours were slow and hesitant. His whole persona dripped in gentle dominance, it made you hot and sweat and made your pussy throb. His hands roamed your body and tentatively groped around, testing your limits. Your lips moved more and more confidently the more time they were attached to Chan’s.

Your lungs burned from the lack of air but you didn’t care, you were drunk on his touch, his taste, you were drunk on him.

Chan was the first to break the kiss and immediately giggled when you tried to kiss him again.

“Patience baby, we have a lot of time.”

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milkteabinniechan · 4 months ago

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WEEK FOUR

No poll this week!! Last week there was a tie between our boys Hannie and Hyunjin 🫣

So Hannie will be posted 2.10.25 and Hyunjin will be posted the following week!

But WEEK FIVE will have a poll so be sure to vote! And remember to join my taglist if you haven't already. <3333

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skzjiiiii · 8 days ago

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The Bad Boy Hypothesis pt 2

pairing: rock band felix x academic achiever reader! 🎸⋆⭒˚｡⋆

texting smau!

genre: group project partners to lovers? kys/kms jokes, cursing! college AU, reader and felix are literally the complete opposites of each other. felix is lowkey like a fuckboy type of guy ( BUT KEEP READING CAUSE HES NOT THAT!!! ) felix has a bad reputation while the reader is a goodie two shoes type girl.summary: what happens when you're paired up for the campus "bad boy" lee felix for your biology class? will thing end well or are you just another toy for him to play with.

bad boy hypothesis: a bad boy will always be bad — charming at first but bound to break your heart.⭑.ᐟ

“bad boys are just a distraction wrapped in a leather jacket”

part 1

tag list: @maverickroyalromanoff @wolfs-howling @softchannie

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staylovesmiley · 9 days ago

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Mixtape: OH~ Chapter 2

₊˚⊹ᰔ Pairing; Han Jisung x Fem!reader

₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ Summary; Having a crush on your friend/roommate while trying to navigate college life is hard enough as it is, what happens after you find out the secret he has been hiding?

It was haunting you. The words your roommate and crush had written about you and your childhood best friend who now stood beside you in the thrift store as you both meticulously looked through the rack of clothes in front of you. “Oh this is so cute!” He gasped, pulling out a crocheted cropped tank top, holding it up against your torso with a smirk. “You would so rock this. I bet Hanji would like it too.” He gave you a wink before tossing it in your cart. Han Jisung. Fuck- you couldn’t escape him and the itch to tell someone about what you had read was killing you. You knew you could never tell Jeongin about it, it was just too uncomfortable and you knew he’d freak out and probably immediately confront the author about it. It just…wouldn’t end well. “If you say so- that is why I brought you here, to help me build a better wardrobe.” You sighed with a little eye roll playfully as he continued to pick things out for you, your cart almost overflowing by the end of the shopping trip. “Whatever you don’t end up keeping I’m sure Felix would take off your hands.” He shrugged while you checked out. You just hummed in agreement as you both carried the multiple bags out to his car. You hadn’t said much the entire hang out and he seemed to be catching on that something was wrong as he began driving you back to your apartment. “Okay, spill. You have been a total space cadet all afternoon.” Whipping your head to look at him from your spot in the passenger seat you felt your eyes widen. “Hey! I totally have not-“ Scoffing, Jeongin rolled his eyes. “You ate about half the paper on your ice cream cone before I called you out cause you weren’t paying attention. Just tell me what’s on your mind, no judgement.” You raised an eyebrow at him, knowing how judgmental he could be. “Promise! Just spill, ‘kay?” You sighed and settled back in your seat, feeling a bit small under his insistence. “I may have um…the other week I saw something on Jisung’s computer that I wasn’t supposed to and now I’m not sure what to do-“ Jeongin smirked a bit, pulling into the parking lot of your apartment. “Whatever, like…weird porn or something? Was it bad? Cause like- you could use that to your advantage ya know. If you know what he’s into you could somehow take that knowledge and get him to confess first since you’re too chicken to do it first.” You chuckle nervously before shaking your head. “Can we just- drop it? I don’t wanna think about it anymore…let’s go wash these clothes and you can help me come up with some good outfit ideas-“ Sensing how uncomfortable you were, he dropped it as you had asked and nodded with a smile. “Sounds like a plan! I’m gonna make you look so good no one is gonna recognize you!” You gasped, a hand coming up to lay across your chest. “Excuse you! Are you saying I look bad now?!” He laughed as he parked the car and began grabbing some of the bags you’d purchased. “No! Just- as I’ve stated countless times…you hide your figure too much and dress like a crazy old cat lady! You’re hot but you don’t dress to show it off like you should!” After reading what Jisung had written about the two of you, hearing Jeongin call you hot made you shiver a bit in disgust but you tried to play it off as you got out of the car. “I don’t dress like a crazy old cat lady- I dress teacher appropriate!” Jeongin shook his head again as he followed you inside the house. “Yeah well you aren’t a teacher yet so that can wait until we graduate.”

Two days later and you are laying sprawled out on Chris and Celine’s bed as she rummages through her closet. She had asked you to come over and keep her company while she did some cleaning and reorganizing and you needed to get out of your apartment for fear of running into Jisung. You had been lowkey avoiding him, not super intentional at first it was just that your schedules didn’t align and then as you started to be home at the same time more often you couldn’t shake the itch of your knowledge of his secret. “Can I…get your opinion something really weird?” You say suddenly, feeling the bed dip beside you almost instantly as she took a seat. “Of course! You know you can tell me anything.” You sighed, blinking up a the ceiling before looking at her. “You cannot tell anyone. Not even Chris!! Like- especially not him…or Innie.” Now she wore a look of concern, eyes flickering from your face to your stomach and then back again. “Oh my god are like- pregnant or something?” Your eyes widen and you sit up straight. “What the fuck no? Celine-“ you groan a bit, shaking your head. “The other day at the library I saw something on Jisung’s computer while he was in the bathroom…and it’s- I don’t know what to feel or how to think?” She nods a bit, gesturing for you to continue. “It was smut. Like- really well written and detailed smut…but it was- oh god it’s hard to even say it!” You whine, flopping back on the bed with your hands covering your face. “Well come on spit it out! You’ve got me on the edge of my seat. Was it of you and him? Him and another girl? Him and an animated girl?!” You let out another groan in frustration before answering. “It was of me and….me and Jeongin-“ She gasps loudly, hands coming to cover her mouth in shock. “Oh no- that’s…that is kinda weird-“

The room is silent for a moment before she speaks up again. “How did it make you feel? Like- what went through your mind when you saw it.” You sigh, dragging your hands down your face before staring back up at the ceiling. “I don’t know….confused? Disgusted? Mildly hurt-“ Celine nods and lays down beside you on the bed. “Okay let’s unpack this bit by bit…let’s start with disgusted, yeah? What about it was disgusting to you.” Frowning, you shrug a bit. “Just- like ew why Innie of all people he’s like my brother?” Celine nods in agreement before continuing. “Understandable. Now, confused?” You nod as well, turning on your side to face her. “Like…what does it mean- why would he write that about me and Innie? Like…I don’t understand what would make him do that..” your friend sighs and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “Okay, now what about hurt?” Your frown deepens and you shrug again, arms coming to hold yourself for comfort. “Does this mean he doesn’t like me? If he is writing me having sex with other men is that a sign that I have no chance with him-“

She frowns as well, pulling you in for a cuddle as she pets your hair gently. “I don’t know, Winnie…I think maybe he is confused? I mean- you and Jeongin are so close maybe he thinks there is something going on with you two and this is his strange way of coping with that? You know he can be an odd one sometimes-“ you nod and your head rubs against her neck and chin in the process causing you both to giggle. “That or maybe he’s just a cuck? Like- he gets off to the idea of you with other men or something. I wouldn’t say this means he doesn’t like you back.” You grimace at the thought. You aren’t one to kink shame but that just doesn’t seem like something you would be into let alone with your childhood best friend. “I think you should find a way to talk to him about it, yeah? I don’t know how but just sit on it for a bit and figure out a way to bring it up that isn’t confrontational so you don’t scare him off.” You sigh, relaxing in her arms. “Okay…thanks, Celine- I needed your motherly advice.” She laughs, swatting playfully at your head. “Hey I’m not that much older than you!” You both fall into a fit of laughter before resuming your designated tasks of you lounging in whatever room she is working in as you chat with her as she does her chores.

You start to relax a little bit after your talk with Celine, slowly falling back into your normal routine as you now stand in the kitchen cooking dinner while Jisung pulls up the show you had been in the middle of watching together before you began distancing yourself. “I’m so glad we finally have some us time. It feels like I haven’t seen you in forever!” He pouts, leaving his place on the couch to wrap his arms around you from behind and rest his chin on your shoulder. Us? What does that even mean- your mind is back to reeling over the physical affection and the way he said that simple word…Us. “Yeah, me too Hanji~ you’ve been so busy I thought you were gonna shrivel up and die due to lack of kdrama syndrome or something.” You giggle, swatting his hand when you catch him reaching to steal a piece of meat you are grilling. “Patience, it’s almost done.” Jisung whines but listens, shuffling back over to flop on the couch.

You join him a few minutes later, two ready made plates in your hand. You already knew what he liked and didn’t like so there was no need to call him over to make his own plate. You told yourself this was just another sign that you two would be perfect together, that there was so much potential while the other part of your brain screamed that there was no way he would ever reciprocate the feelings.

Dinner and Drama, as you both nicknamed it, went as usual with the both of you ending up cuddled on the couch with empty plates sitting on the coffee table. Jisung gave a yawn as the episode ended before detangling himself from your body. “Alright- bed time for me…I’ve got early classes tomorrow then work the rest of the day.” He gave a little groan as he made his way to the kitchen with both of your dishes. “Yeah same here- do you want help with those?” He shakes his head, waving you off with his free hand as he gets to work washing them off in the sink. “I got it! Go ahead and get some sleep, yeah? Maybe we can meet for lunch tomorrow before work or something.” You nod, giving him a small wave before heading towards your room. “Night Hanji!” “Goodnight, Winnie!” He calls back as you close your door behind you.

Sleep doesn’t come easily and instead you lay wide awake wondering if both what Celine and Jeongin said could be true…and maybe Jisung was into you and maybe you could use his writing and what he’s into as a way to get closer to him. You bolt upright in bed and quickly pull out your laptop. The name on the top of that fictional story you had read was burned into your memory, never to be forgotten and with a quick google search you find it. You can’t believe he actually published it onto some fanfiction site. It had been a complete shot in the dark to try looking for it that way but here it is. You click on the profile that had uploaded it and you almost let out a yelp in surprise. With your hand covering your mouth you scroll, eyes wide as you see not only the story about you and Jeongin but even more stories all with tags that only seemed to get raunchier the further down you went. Is this what he does in his free time? You always thought he just worked on music with Chan and Changbin but I guess there was another side to this poet than just lyrics. As you look over the account you see a post from only a few days ago, your eyes flickering over the tags before you open it up curiously.

You read for a while, eyes scanning over the words as your heart began to race. This story was also about you but instead of Jeongin it was….Hyunjin? Intrigued a bit, mind racing through the fact that Jisung has now written explicit stories of you with not just one but two of your close friends. It started off mild at first but the more you read the more your skin begins to flush.

He slowly pressed hot open mouthed kisses on her inner thighs, getting closer and closer to where she really wanted him. 'Jinnie, please,' she whines, bucking her hips without meaning to.

'Don't tease.'

Even with the cool autumn breeze entering the apartment from your slightly ajar bedroom window, you felt your body heating up as you were unable to tear yourself away from the screen in front of you.

'Hmm patience is a virtue, Winnie,' he grins against her skin, nipping at it with his teeth while his hands tighten around her thighs, keeping them still. 'The more you beg, the slower I'll go'

Your mouth fell open slightly, one hand on the mouse pad slowly scrolling down as you read while the other gripped at the material of your sweatpants you had worn to bed that weren’t really yours at all but ones you had stolen from your roommate one day when you had run out of clean pajama bottoms that you hadn’t brought yourself to return yet.

She moans loudly when his tongue finally touches her clit, it's feather light, but pleasure zaps through her spine anyways. He licks her more thoroughly then, pulling her closer to his mouth as he feasts.

At that, you slam your laptop shut and scoot away from it until your back hits the headboard of your bedframe. Your face is flushed and your heart is racing so fast you feel like you can’t catch your breath. You feel a bit scandalized, and to further that scandalizing feeling, a bit turned on. What the actual hell-

You take a few deep breathes, rubbing your sweaty palms over your clothed thighs before opening the laptop back up. You don’t think you can stomach reading any more of his writing tonight, but you feel like there is more going on with this little secret of his so before you can think about it too much, you switch on the vpn you use to stream anime off of shady sites and create yourself a very non-descriptive account before clicking the little follow button on Jisung’s secret blog. Once it’s done you put your laptop away and lay back down to try and find sleep that will never come as you know the next morning you will have to face both Jisung and Hyunjin and pretend that what just happened never happened.

If he wants to keep secrets than you can to. Game on.

authors note; everyone say thank you to my wifey @chancloud8 for writing the smut bits for this chapter because I wasn’t in the right headspace and it was literally the only thing holding me back from finishing this chapter today~ i know it’s a little on the shorter side and I made you all wait so long for an update on this story but I hope you all enjoyed it! Pls let me know what you thought and where you think the story is gonna go from here~~

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Iridescent Part 1: Sunflower Yellow

Summary: Y/N and Hyunjin are back at it again, they’re slinging color palettes and side-eyes as they hate each other like a perfectionist hates uneven brushstrokes. But when a project forces them into close quarters for a part-time job, spilled drinks and sharp words might not be the only thing flying. Underneath the sarcasm? Tension. And maybe not just the angry kind. Pairing: Hyunjin x Female Reader Genre: College AU, Academic Rivals to Lovers A/N: This is a story I revamped when I wrote for another fandom, but never posted it. Updates will be irregular cuz I'm finishing up my degree :'). Taglist is open Warnings: mild profanity, verbal conflict, mentions of emotional distress, joking fantasy violence, embarrassment, and light sexual innuendo (Minors DNI) Word count: 4,3k

Masterlist - Aesthetic

Well….Fuck!

You were running...running late, that is. Footsteps echoed through the empty hallways of JYP University. Black converse squeaked on the floor as you turned to charge up a flight of stairs and put your sorry excuses for lungs into additional trauma.

You stopped on top of the stairway because you enjoyed the view of the old stairway (and definitely not because you felt your burning legs threaten to give out). While trying to catch your breath, you reached for something to drink out of the side pocket of your canvas backpack.

The burning of your lungs matched the pricking sensation in your reddened eyes, who had not yet recovered from all the tears you spilled last night over that stupid guy.

Fortuna was really smiling down at you today. You realized when you saw that you'd forgotten your water bottle. With a loud groan, you zipped your backpack open to grab another bottle of the thickly yellow liquid.

Your dear roommate made you a smoothie before you woke up, and he had gone to morning practice. The beverage's color was pretty, a rich sunflower orange, but right now, it was too bright for your swollen and puffy eyes.

You took a sip, winced because the Banana-mango-turmeric smoothie had too much turmeric in it.

Once more, you wondered why you decided to rent an apartment far from the campus? Why couldn't you live in the dorms nearby?

Then again, your city apartment had access to a special storage room in the attic, and you needed that space. And your roommate can cook…and care for you if he even though he was a complete menace once you got to know him.

Seriously, he was a year older than you…why was he such a maniac sometimes?… That crazy cat people....

Distracted by the earthy taste of the drink, you forgot the reason, why you were drinking this in the first place……right…you were late to class,

"CURSE you" you yelled at the liquid in the bottle for distracting you.

It didn't answer.

Rude.

So, you hastily screwed on the cap before you started moving again. One more hallway, a sharp turn left, and you collided with a wall…you didn't remember that someone had built.

The heck?? Why was there a wall in the middle of the hallway?

The impact made you stumble backward a little and slip, and you had just enough reflexes to tilt a little, so you fell sideways and didn't crush your backpack, which had your tablet in it. It still hurt, thankfully, it was your left hip you fell on.

Before you could comprehend what happened, you felt something wet and icy cold seeped into the fabric of your blouse. The liquid smelled familiar, coffee…and as you glanced down, you saw a prominent patch of the brown drink blooming on your chest.

Oh, no… you had to work this afternoon and wouldn't have time to get something to change because your apartment was too far from campus to do so.

"You gotta be kidding me…" a groan from across you snapped you back into action

The initial shock from your collision seeped into anger, clinging to your skin as the fabric of your pale pink shirt did. You saw him.

Hwangfucking Hyunjin in his freakish tall glory, dressed in tan brown slacks and a white shirt, looking like he was better than everyone else, and a condescending expression to match his outfit.

He looked devastatingly handsome, long, dark hair, like ink in motion wrapped in a bun, just a few strands of hair framing a face too perfect to be real. His light brown eyes, laced with daring golden flecks, held a quiet fire that made it impossible to look away. Annoying!

He was tall, muscular, actually had some brain capacity, and dressed very nicely.

He was also Satan personified.

"CAN YOU….FOR ONCE WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING?" he snapped at you from under his glasses, checking his messenger bag.

He sighed in relief as he saw that his own laptop wasn't broken but groaned at the empty cut of iced coffee he must have gotten from outside the campus.

"BACK AT YA," you snapped, struggling to get up to gather you on things and shoot deadly glares at the bane of your university life. You hated that guy ever since the first year of uni.

The iced coffee was soaking your shirt, and you couldn't risk that the light blazer you wore being ruined too, so you proceeded to shrug it off while muttering, "I thought those ugly glasses are there to help you see."

"You need to pay me back for that drink you made me spill." the boy replied.

Hwang bent down to retrieve the plastic cup. Grimacing at the lack of content, he tossed it into a bin close by, so painfully accurately, just with a flick of his wrist. It looked so effortless that you blinked at the bin for a few seconds in awe.

You admitted that he was good, but the fact that he seemed so good at this made you hate him even more. The freaking audacity.

Then your head whipped around to stare him in his stupid brown eyes

“The fuck I will do Hwang! You ran into me! How about you paying for dry cleaning?”

"For that shirt?" he sneered, "I know that you don't have a sense of fashion L/N, but even you must notice that it's clear to everyone that you are wearing a discolored shirt. Did you get dressed blindfolded in the dark or was it a dare?”

Unfortunately, his statement was true. Your stupid roommate had accidentally sneaked in a red sock alongside his clothes when you did laundry the other day and blamed one of the cats…. so all of your white clothes came out pink.

That morning you indeed had just grabbed the shirt from your room in a rush.

It wasn’t really usable as clothing but was a good rag to clean.

Why did he have to be so painfully right in his observation….it infuriated you.

Stupid Roommate, this was all his fault. Maybe you should take revenge on him?….but then again he could cook…still.

Yeah, you would have to take revenge on him one day...maybe tonight (after dinner), but you didn't really know how to get away with crime just yet...and those things need planning. Besides you could not leave the cats orphaned….and he'd tried to make it up to you by making the smoothie...

However, before you could retort, Hyunjin cursed again when he realized that your clothing wasn't the only one that a drink had been spilled on. On his tan pants, a long line of orange smoothie was across the mids of his thighs, to be exact.

Although, the smoothie wasn't as quick to seep into the fabric in as the coffee. It would, however, definitely leave a permanent stain.

You snorted in grim satisfaction, serves him right.

"The fuck you're cackling about?" Hyunjin snapped as he frantically tried to dab away the stains with tissue, no a handkerchief from his pocket. Because, of course, he'd have one of those...pretentious prick.

"Looks like peed yourself," you sniggered and grabbed the half-empty smoothie bottle from the ground.

And because until lunch, this was your only possibility get a drink. You capped the bottle and secured it in your bag while Hyunjin still tried to get himself clean.

Ofcourse, you noticed the glares he was sending you, but you frankly didn't care and wanted to get moving.

"Oi…Short Stuff!" you heard his voice yell out as soon as you made a few steps,pointing in the other direction, "Class is this way…."

He pointed the finger at the door to the lecture hall you didn't realize had been there because you and Hyunjin had collided right in front of it.

"I knew that!" you retorted, spinning on your heel and stomping your way back.

Hyunjin grunted in frustration as he saw that the stain on his pants was permanent, and he shot a glare at you, grumbling something about you ruining his appearance.

"Serves you right evil spawn," you spit out, put your hand on the lecture hall door "If you're so self-conscious about your appearance pretty boy, go ahead and go home to change…"

"Then I would miss the lecture you idiot…" he rolled his eyes and eyed you up and down. "and don't you talk about fashion sense…"

You glanced down yourself. Black converse, a loose-fitting, paint-splattered, ripped light washed blue jeans, a pinkish white blouse, tugged in, and a black blazer that was secured safely in your backpack. What the heck was he talking about?

"Look who is self-conscious about appearance now?" he sneered.

"Fuck you Hwang!"

"Get going or get lost Pipsqueak," he simply replied and put his hands over yours to push down the door handle and push the heavy door open.

"Hands off," you hissed, pulling your own hand away from under his. It felt like it was burning.

Hyunjin hissed a, "Shut up." since the lecture had already started

The two of you sneaked into the last row of the lecture hall. Luckily, your professor was one of those who kept on talking and didn't mind an interruption by late students.

The Art History professor was one of the more elderly professors and had seen and heard every excuse for tardiness that he simply stopped caring. As long as you settled in quietly and didn't interrupt class with made-up reasons, he didn't bother with reprimanding students and dealing with possible paperwork.

At this point, you doubt that anything would interrupt Choi-gyosunim from his monologues about European art history. Not even his own death.

You noticed that he glanced up at the two of you, though, and gave you a short nod and the hint of a smile on his lips, which reflected on your own.

You grabbed your tablet and stylus from your bag, opting for handwritten notes because you had already downloaded Choi-gyosunim's slides.

Being his student assistants had its merits, after all.

Hyunjin, next to you, groaned because he missed the first few slides, and you noticed his darting eyes on you as you scribbled something into your notes.

"What?" you hissed from the corner of your mouth.

"Do you have the slides?" he groaned, sounding like he didn't believe he was asking you for them.

"Awww….Hyunjin–ssi are you asking me for a favor?" you grinned, eyes fixated on the tiny-looking professor far in front of you. From this far up, he looked like a cloud with his fluffy white hair and beard.

"Nevermind …" he started to say but stopped when you flipped the cover of the tablet.

"Make it quick," you retorted and handed him the device, "You just missed slides 1-7."

"Thanks…" he grunted.

You smirked, cocking an eyebrow amused. "What was that?"

"You got pain on your nails….." Hyunjin pointed out, and you glanced at your fingers…. indeed. Apparently, you hadn't cleaned up your hands enough after your late-night painting escapades.

Grumbling, you tried scraping the paint off your nails and swore you could hear Hyunjin mutter something.

You couldn't care less. Who did this guy think he was. You were nice to him a second ago, and he repaid your kindness by telling you that you looked gruesome?

You had more significant issues you noted as you glanced down and still saw the now drying patch of brown on your chest.

You needed a hero…and decided to text the biggest savior you knew.

The ninety-minute lecture went over slowly, but you didn’t mind listening to Choi-gyosunim’s joyful little rants. As his student assistant you knew this lecture’s outline because, frankly, you helped the elderly sensei to make those presentation slides and helped him with his computer.

You leaned forward on the desk, chin propped up on your palm, and fiddled with the stylus entranced by his words of brush stroke techniques.

The lecture was slowly coming to an end because Choi-gyosunim was revising some of his points. The lecture hall relaxed, and some started to stretch out their limbs.

The soft tapping of fingertips across the laptop keyboard next to you stopped, and you peered over your shoulder to glance at Hwang, quickly rubbing the corner of his eyes, suppressing a yawn. For a second you could have sworn that he had been looking at you…and were unsure whether you had something on your face?

“What are you looking at?” he snapped at you while you shrugged. “Better write that down…I think it’ll be on the exam.”

You turned around and noticed with smug satisfaction that he hastily started tapping something into his computer, but Choi-gyosunim already shut down the presenter, and the last slide was gone.

There was another thing about Choi-gyosunim’s lectures…if you didn’t show up to class…you didn’t have a chance to get the lesson’s content because even though he used slides, he didn’t put them online for access. Once he was done with a presentation…you were done taking notes. Simple.

“Bad Luck” you smirked and closed your tablet so Hyunjin couldn’t peek at your own notes.

“Tsk,” he huffed, “You’re just lucky that you’re a little teacher’s pet…”

“Jealous? If you were nicer I’d offer you my notes.” You rolled your eyes at him. “But you were a jerk earlier, and now I won’t.”

“I’ll still get the better grade” Hyunjin grabbed his things and stood up as the other’s in the lecture hall did the same.

You remained seated because you had back-to-back classes in this lecture hall and wanted to wait before going down to personally apologize to Choi-gyosunim for your tardiness.

Hyunjin hesitated, as if he was waiting for you to retort. You did, but waited until a few of your peers were closer.

“Don’t worry, Hyunjin-ssi. Nobody will notice that large yellow pee stain on your trousers,” you said loud enough for them to hear but not loud enough to reach sensei’s ears.

Some of them glared at Hyunjin’s pants and sniggered behind.

Hyunjin snarled an insult at you and hurried out of class, trying to escape the snickering glances of your peers.

You waited until the hall was empty, then grabbed your bag and skipped down the stairs to talk to your teacher. He wasn’t angry, maybe a bit concerned about your whole attire. Yes, he commented on your reddened eyes and asked if everything was okay, but you quickly assured him that it was stupid boy trouble, and he chuckled in response.

The two of you checked your next meet up for the slides you had to prepare and some scans you had to make from a book in the library, then he off wished you a nice day and fun at work later. He knew about it because Choi-gyosunim was the one who recommended you for the job at the museum.

You settled down in the fourth row for your next lecture held by a relatively young professor keen on class participation. By the time this class was done, you were three things.

Hungry, thirsty, and tired. The smoothie didn’t help much for doing anything against your problems. You grabbed a coffee on your way to the cafeteria, where you’d meet Nari.

You met the soft girl at the start of your university life, and you had shared some basic art classes. But since she was going for Ad Design and you were more into Historical Arts, your paths split academically.

“Y/N !” she said as soon as she saw you standing in front of the vending machine.

“Nari-ah my lady and savior bless the heavens you’re here!” you gave her a small hug, and she then presented you a bag with several clothes.

“I brought you a blouse and the grey pullover you left at my place the other day,” Nari grinned, holding up a finger. “I don’t want you to get a cold.”

“It’s still pretty warm outside…it’s barely September.”

“Nights still get chilly and as I know you’ll end up staying at the museum for way too long” she grinned, then glanced at the Kimpap you were holding in your other hand.

“What’s this?”

“Lunch, Nari” you stated simply, and saw her rolling her eyes at you.

“You need to eat something proper,” she scolded.

“I also have a banana, an apple , and a chocolate bar,” you said proudly, to which she just sighed, “Join us for lunch….Ni-ki wouldn’t mind, really…”

“I don’t mind Ni-ki-ssi,” you stated. “He’s nice, but his friend is another thing…and speaking of the devil.”

Nari turned around to see that an engineering student, Ni-ki was approaching, chatting animatedly with Hyujin, your personal devil.

“Ew…” he commented when he saw you. Giving you a second of his time, he nodded politely at Nari and busied himself with his phone.

“Y/N-ssi” Ni-ki said after he greeted Nari with a small kiss on her temple.

Yeah…they were totally just friends, my ass, you thought.

“Are you joining us?”

“Can’t sorry…” You smiled at the guy. “I gotta run…thanks for offering though…you’re so nice and have such manners.”

Not like some other guy. You glanced at Hyunjin, who didn’t look up from his phone, and commented with a smirk, “Nice blouse L/N.”

“Fuck you, Hwang,” you grunted.

He had time to change into other pants, so you couldn’t come up with a better insult.

“Yeah, no thanks…” he shrugged, “Ni-ki…I’m heading inside…someone is smelling like sweat and moldy coffee…pitiful really.”

When he sneered at you, you flipped him off.

What a bastard. Joining them for lunch…yeah, right…no one would ever make you spend more time with Hyunjin than necessary. It was bad enough that the two of you shared classes…most of the time, you avoided the lanky linguine like the plague.

But enough thoughts wasted on the human embodiment of the Dead Sea.

You had work later, which would be stressful and loud enough, so you’d better calm down before the big rush.

Your second job was at the Seoul Museum of Art.

It didn’t pay much, but it allowed you to enter an intern position for the compulsory internship that would start soon, and you hoped they would give you bigger responsibilities.

Sometimes, you gave guided tours to school groups. However, your main job was to give afternoon art courses to grade-schoolers. Sometimes, the kids were just too unruly. On other days, they worked fine and were angels.

Since the colleague you usually worked with, a middle-aged woman, had a baby, the workload doubled in the last few weeks.

Thankfully, the group that visited today was supervised by their charming young teacher, who seemed to have experience calming down little tornadoes.

He wasn’t much older than you but made an effort to visit with his class as often as possible. It turned out that their primary school had decided to come by every week, formed an art club because they liked the program, and sent the young teacher to chaperone the club.

As the program was dubbed, Little Leo’s Art Class educated the kids about famous artists and helped them recreate their paintings and sculptures. You first told a story about the artist and then instructed them while they painted. Today’s work was Van Gogh’s sunflowers; the kids could use acrylic paint on their little canvases.

They brushed and dabbed their paintbrushes, turning white into bright colors.

Afterward, they helped to clean up, and the handsome grey-haired teacher assisted you in helping the kids clean and put away the brushes the right way. Before they thanked you and went back to school.

You cleaned up afterward, looked that the canvases were put away safely to dry. That the brushes, containers, and tables were properly cleaned and checked. Pushed open the heavy door to the supply closet and sorted the material into the correct spaces.

A quick glance around.

No one had left something behind…good.

Checked your phone, no messages then again connection in here was terrible per usual.

Taking out your Ipad, you settled down to study a little bit in the quiet of the small studio. Another group was supposed to be here, but they’d cancelled because of a sudden flu outbreak in the school.

You were halfway through your revision when someone knocked at the door, and soon after, your supervisor entered the door with a smile

“Ahhh..L/N-ssi…I thought I would catch you here…everything done?”

“Yes, Kim-seonsaengnim …everything is cleaned up…I only had one class today, the last one canceled on me…so I’m studying if that is okay…” you said and put down the apple you were chewing.

“That’s too bad...I thought we could have caught you while you were so high spirited and in your element.” he said with a smile, “Anyway…. I wanted to introduce your new colleague to you. He’ll be working mainly as a guide and will intern here alongside you.”

A new colleague? Intern? So soon? As far as you knew they were just starting the job interviews today.

“Yes, I was surprised too…but he just came to the job interview and was perfect fit…” he smiled once more and glanced back.

“Don’t be shy boy….come in…introduce yourself…”

You stood up and tugged down the apron you were waiting you stood, then lifted your head to smile at the newcomer. But as you saw him, your smile died on your face.

The same happened to his face, with the difference that the newcomer wasn’t smiling in the first place.

“Oh…you know each other already?” Kim-seonsaengnim’s eyes shined as he saw the recognition in both of your faces.

“Yes…” Hwang Hyunjin said shortly.

He had changed again, wearing a dark brown blazer and matching slacks.

He closed his eyes for a second as if he had to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating you did the same…nope still there….

“Peachy!” Kim-seonsaengnim clapped his hands. “If you know each other you’ll get along just fine! Looking forward to a good and prosperous corporation you two.”

Well…. Fuck!

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