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domjaehyun · 3 years ago

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pussy fiend, part 2 (l.dh)

PAIRING ➢ haechan x fem!reader

GENRES & AUS ➢ smut, humor, fluff; college au, enemies to fuckbuddies to lovers, roommate au

WORD COUNT ➢ 68.9k total, in 2 parts (28.2k & 40.7k)

WARNINGS ➢ invasion of privacy, Haechan’s a sneaky little shit, cocky!Haechan, jokes about emotional manipulation, author pretends to know about stuff she doesn’t, mild dubcon

CONTENTS ➢ (mild) dubcon, bratty switches! boffum!, somnophilia, oral (receiving), allusions to a free-use kink but barely, rimming (receiving), creampie, dacryphilia, brief thigh job, praise, barely degradation but if you’re sensitive note that, some spit kink, panty sucking (?), Haechan’s a bit of a pain slut, fingering, biting

SUMMARY ➢ part two baybee!! uhhh he still likes you and is still a fiend for pussy bestie have fun :)

AUTHOR’S NOTE ➢ thank you so much for all the love on part one!! please do not get upset with me if you ignore the contents/warnings and get your feelings hurt; that is no one’s doing but yours. massive thank you to my love @ncteez for all her help with the initial idea and beta reading this monster for me :')

PART ONE FOUND HERE !!

PSST—HEY, BESTIE!

As you’ve probably heard by now, Haechan—who is fucking bonkers—stole my sex toys and I’m pretty sure he’s not giving them back any time soon.

From one person with needs to another; if you can, please toss a couple bucks my way so I can replace the ones Haechan so cruelly and derangedly stole from me—I’m so pent up that I almost bit someone today. It’s bad.

If you can spare at least $1, maybe even $3 or as much as you can, it’d mean the world to me; he can’t seriously expect me to come and find him every time I want to get off, right?

Anyway, thanks for listening to my tale of woe, bestie. :( Thanks in advance for your help!

With love,

a very sexually frustrated (and broke) MC

OKAY, ON A SERIOUS NOTE: I REALLY DO NEED A HAND, GUYS. If you can spare anything, please do. I’m really struggling (I talk about it more in-depth here) as a student with literally no income or time to get a job; Tumblr essentially is my job at this point, and I’m relying on your donations to get by.

If I can’t figure out a way to support myself off of Tumblr, I’ll probably have to stop writing for a very long time, if not entirely. This fic is my baby, my little masterpiece, and I worked on it for weeks, well over 500 hours total. I wrote a novel that is 68.9k words in at least 500 hours that I’m providing for free; I don’t think it’s unreasonable to ask for a bit of help in return.

If you, like me, are struggling with money or mental health, I understand, I see you, and I hope things get better for you soon. Please don’t put yourself in a bad state trying to help me out. I also really appreciate feedback in general: reblogs with comments, asks, and overall encouragement! If you’re unable to help financially, reblogging could get my fic to someone who does have the means to help out.

Thank you for reading, and please enjoy the fic! My options for supporting me are below. :)

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Your day was starting off pretty great, you’d say. You got to sleep in, wake up in the afternoon, and you woke up to sunshine filtering in through your window. You washed up and put on some comfortable clothes to lounge around the house before heading to the kitchen to make yourself something to eat.

It was going great–until you heard footsteps behind you and felt someone brushing up behind you, your understanding of the situation coming to you just a moment too late.

Now, you’d say your day is going…differently than you’d predicted, as Haechan makes it his personal mission to shadow your every move in the kitchen, less than a beat behind you and barely a breath away from your frame at all times. It’s very excruciatingly clear to you that Haechan wants something, and you’re not entirely inclined to indulge him, no matter how devastatingly hot he looks in his dark gray t-shirt and lighter gray sweatpants; if you look hard enough, you can definitely see something pressing against his sweats on his inner thigh…and if you watch the way it shifts with his every move, you’re pretty sure he’s not wearing any–

“Good morning,” He finally says from behind you, and you really wish he hadn’t, because he clearly hasn’t spoken yet today. His voice is croaky from lack of use, it’s huskier and lower, and good fucking God, it’s very hard to ignore him, especially considering you can hear the smirk on his face. His undoubtedly smug tone summons all the willpower you need to stick to your guns and continue to busy yourself around the kitchen, starting to compile the ingredients for the omelette you find yourself craving.

“It’s afternoon,” You reply casually, barely sparing him a glance, and the chuckle you hear from him in reply has your eyes widening slightly, your freshly awake mind not fully prepared to handle the devious little sound. He doesn’t speak for a while, presumably busying himself around the kitchen, and you return most of your attention to your omelet, cracking the first egg into your bowl, followed by the second and third. When you reach up in the overhead cabinet for the seasonings, Haechan’s arm shoots up faster than yours, plucking the spice your fingers had just grazed.

Instead of moving back to give you more space, his hand holding the spice sets it down on the counter, far back enough so that when he doesn’t move his arm, you’re blocked in on one side. Unfortunately for you, your other side is obstructed by the protruding refrigerator, and you swallow thickly as you realize where this is going.

Haechan’s free hand comes up to your side, fingers slipping between the space of your torso and your arm to trace down the seam in your t-shirt, soon losing patience and gripping your hip to yank you back against him before pushing you forward, effectively pinning you to the counter with his hips. Both harsh movements elicit an involuntary yelp of surprise from you, and his satisfied hum has alarm coursing through you.

“You know,” Haechan starts to speak, his smile-curled lips grazing your ear softly, “I can’t stop thinking about the other day.” Despite his low and breathy delivery of his admission, it’s laden with an intensity that startles you, your hands shaking slightly while you start to whisk your eggs.

“I bet you can’t.” You snark back, the sound of the metal fork hitting the ceramic bowl surprisingly good at distracting you from the antics of the male scheming behind you.

“How good you felt under me,” He continues on, “tasted,” dragging the tip of his tongue up the shell of your ear, “sounded.” He nips at your cartilage, and you swallow the shudder of anticipation that threatens to slip out, tightening your grip on your fork and steeling yourself for his next words. “I need you again.”

“I bet you do.” You reply, hoping your words sound as indifferent as you want them to. Haechan sucks his teeth in annoyance as he steps back slightly to yank your hips, turning you so you’re face to face.

“Stop–” He warns you, staring you down with unbridled lust and challenge in his eyes. “Stop saying that,” He continues slowly, leaning in slightly, “or I’ll fuck you right here.”

You stare him down right back, feeling emboldened by his somewhat ruffled demeanor. He wouldn’t risk fucking you in public spaces in the apartment again; not after the other day on the couch. Yena and Jeno are still in their rooms in the apartment, if you’re not mistaken, and you are not even remotely up for the barrage of questions they would hurl at you if they found you two. You lean in as well, even tilting your head slightly to the side as if you were about to go in for the kiss.

You call his bluff.

“I bet you won’t.” You murmur sweetly, smiling at him, and his eyes widen incredulously before he raises his eyebrows, grinning as he stares at you, his gaze dark and intense.

“Say it again.” He challenges you, his lip curling into a dark grin that both terrifies and thrills you.

“I bet you w–” Your sentence is cut off, Haechan surging forward and grabbing your face to connect your mouths in a heated kiss that knocks the wind out of you. All that does escape you is a desperate whine that Haechan drowns out with a groan, his hands dropping to your hips and gripping them tightly, pressing you against the countertop. The cool edge of the surface bites into the skin of your back and a whimper springs free before you can stop it, Haechan moaning freely as his feverishly passionate kisses move lower down until his saliva-slick lips are sucking and kissing at the skin of your neck.

Your shaky breaths and whines come to an abrupt stop when you hear a door open down the hallway hosting your and Yena’s rooms, a gasp coming out before you’re pushing Haechan off and spinning around to face your bowl again, face aflame as you scramble to look busy and unsuspecting. You listen out for any signs of someone approaching, looking around the room as if the movements of your darting eyes could somehow track sound.

You’re so deeply engrossed by your attempts to cover your ass that you don’t notice Haechan as he moves back towards you, the male waiting for a moment where you’re looking away from him to grip your hips and pull them back so your ass is set firmly against the front of his sweats, and the groan of relief he lets out alerts you to the realization that you were right and that most definitely was his dick print you saw earlier.

“Haechan!” You whisper in a panic, turning back to glare at him. His eyes meeting yours, he drops one lid down in a teasing little wink before leaning in and pressing a kiss to your cheek, his mouth traveling until your neck is once more being attacked with his oral ministrations. “Stop–I think it’s Yena–”

“So be quiet,” He teases, smirking against your skin when his hand sneaks around to your front and slips into your underwear, eliciting a low, breathy swear from you. “That’s it,” Haechan coos as his fingers toy with your clit, trapping it between his middle and ring finger and rubbing up and down, the resulting pressure and friction making your knees almost buckle and a whine to leave your lips. He pulls his hand out from your shorts, at which you successfully suppress a huff of disappointment, and moves it somewhere you can’t see easily, his intentions only made clear to you when you feel something warm pressing at your clothed core.

“Fuck, is that your–”

“Shh, shh.” He grunts, pressing the head of his cock against your clothed pussy and exhaling contently against your ear. His warm breath breezes by your cheek, distracting you somewhat as Haechan fists his bare cock, pumping it slowly as he rocks his hips against you, guiding his tip up and down against your shorts.

“Stop,” You whine. “You’re gonna get my shorts all stained.”

“Then let’s move them, yeah?” He chuckles against your skin, and he hooks his fingers into your shorts and underwear, yanking the fabrics to the side and leaning back to see you, groaning at the sight of your glistening core. “God, fuck,” He groans, and you feel the warmth of the head of his cock pushing at your entrance, causing you to gasp in surprise and lurch forward, reaching back to swat at him. “Something wrong?” He snickers, raising his eyebrows expectantly when you look back and glare at him.

“Are you insane?” You whisper in a panic, and he mocks your bewildered expression before rolling his eyes.

“Oh, please,” He scoffs, pressing down on your shoulder blades to push your back down to the cool surface. Having bent you over the counter so you’re propped up on your hands, Haechan groans, the sound low and breathy and so fucking lustful that heat rushes to your face, making you glad he can’t feel how warm your face just got. “You know you want this.”

“Haechan, it’s–fuck,” You whimper when he starts playing with your folds, collecting your arousal on his fingers. “It’s not that, it’s too–”

“Too what, princess?” He sounds distracted and strained, and you realize it’s taking a lot of willpower from him not to just push right into you. The thought alone fills you with panic and you devote one hand to pushing him away. “Too what?”

“Too big, Haechan, please—” You plead, and he hesitates, but you have a feeling it doesn’t bode well for you.

“Yeah, baby?” He breathes, his smug grin practically palpable. “I’m too big for you?”

“God, I hate you—”

“Aww, baby, don’t say that.” He coos teasingly in your ear, his cock pushing more insistently against your entrance, and he laughs when you yelp, knocking you down to your elbows before stepping back and pulling your shorts and underwear down your legs. “Let’s see if you hate me after this.” He murmurs as he sinks to his knees and spreads your legs as widely as they’ll go with your shorts at your ankles.

“What are you d–oh, fuck,” You moan in surprise when you feel him bury his face between your legs, his tongue wasting no time in lapping up your arousal. “Haechan!” You whisper frantically, swiping behind you in an attempt to catch his head and push him back before someone comes in and sees. “Haechan, please,” You groan, pleading with him to have mercy on you and your dignity. One of your blind swipes connects with the side of his head, and he growls under his breath, snatching your hand and moving your arm so it’s between your legs and he’s got a vice-like grip on your wrist, now immersing himself in his devouring of your pussy, his desperate licking coupled with low whiny groans.

“So good,” He moans, and a whine slips from you when you realize you can’t slap his hand free without resting your head on the counter. Haechan seems to be on the same wavelength, the male stopping briefly to snatch your other hand off of the counter and hold it with your already trapped hand. Haechan’s grip tightens, almost like a warning, and your only option now seems to be to rest your head on the counter, which you do. “That’s it,” He purrs, his lips against your core sending vibrations through you as he speaks.

Your heated cheeks are somewhat soothed by the cool countertop, but it does very little to distract you from the loud way Haechan messily devours your core. His tongue is everywhere in the most greedy, desperate, and sloppy way, teasing your clit, dragging along your folds, and sucking at every patch of skin he can get his mouth on. He eats pussy like he’s hungry, and it both startles and thrills you.

“Haechan, please,” You croak out weakly, and he shakes his head in response, grunting in dissent. His tongue trails up, up, up, and– “Wait, not there!” You cry out, and Haechan chuckles mischievously as, despite your verbal protest, you catch your legs spreading wider for him, and you shudder with pleasure. “Oh, fuck.”

“Yes, there,” He replies teasingly as if proving his point, his tongue flicking over the puckered rim of your asshole, and your mind goes blank, leaving you slack-jawed with your eyes rolled back in your head, gasps and weak moans falling freely from your open mouth.

“Oh, my God,” You whimper, and he snickers darkly against your core, loud, wet noises filling the kitchen as he busies himself with eating you out, his tongue snaking up to swirl around your asshole every once in a while, the male clearly relishing in the jolt of surprise you give every time his wet muscle makes contact with it.

“You act like no one’s ever eaten your ass before;” He muses, shifting your wrists to one of his hands as he uses his other, now free, hand to trail his fingers up and down your dripping wet slit, digits dipping into your entrance deep enough to collect your arousal yet shallow enough to have you keening for more, trying to rock back onto his fingers as subtly as you can.

“No one has,” You whisper back frantically, and he lets out a theatrically scandalized gasp, his hand gliding up the back of your thigh and stopping just when he’s cupping your asscheek in the space between his index and thumb, lifting the meaty flesh up and flattening his tongue just below your asscheek, dragging it up past his hand and onto your cheek, his teeth sinking into the flesh.

“First time for everything,” Haechan replies with an alarming casualness to his voice, and you’re about to protest when he pushes two of his fingers into your pussy, both of you groaning at the sensation. The feeling of your core clenching tightly around Haechan’s fingers seems to send him over the edge somewhat, and he moans, knocking your legs further apart and moving around so he’s under you. His head brushes your stomach as he faces the front of your legs and wastes no time in lurching forward and enclosing your clit between his lips. He flicks his tongue over the sensitive bud rapidly as he pushes his fingers back inside of you, curling them immediately and starting to pump them in and out of you quickly.

“Holy shit,” You gasp, and your knees buckle, which would have sent you tumbling to the floor if Haechan’s head wasn’t literally holding you up at this point. Desperate whines and whimpers fall freely from your lips as you abandon your inhibitions, now rocking forward freely onto his face. You two must look a sight, something out of either Cirque du Soleil or the Kama Sutra, as Haechan holds your wrists in one of his hands, your arms pulled under you mostly for effect at this point, as you both know you’re not going anywhere, and Haechan sitting on his heels under you with the middle and ring fingers of his other hand buried knuckle-deep inside of you, fingers curled and thrusting inside of you, aiding you closer and closer to your approaching climax.

“That’s it,” He purrs, barely pulling away from you to speak, his tongue diving back in immediately, swirling and flicking around your clit, and an anguished sob slips from your lips, your nails digging into your palms as you try with all your might to suppress the loud noises you fear you’re about to make when your climax hits. “Come for me.”

He was not fucking around about being insanely good at eating pussy, you realize, and you barely have another moment to give him his props before your high overtakes you and you’re wrenching your arm free from his grip, biting down onto your forearm to muffle every gasp, whimper, and sob of Haechan’s name or expletives you let out, the words “please” and “yes” also working their way in there once or twice.

Haechan doesn’t even stop once your climax starts to subside, the male still lapping at your pussy now with a fervor that keeps him going even after your legs start to shake, your forearm begins to fail in quieting your moans, and his tongue’s wet lashes against your clit now feel more overwhelmingly sensitive than pleasurable.

“Haechan, please,” You shudder, starting to realize that you might just be stuck here, entirely at his mercy as he ravishes your core with his tongue, and the thought fills you with both fear and excitement, a defeated, shaky sigh expelling the rest of the air from your lungs as your next words come out as a feeble, slurred mumble.

“Hm?” Haechan barely stops his actions, his fingers only slowing somewhat as his head tilts to the side in confusion.

“Please fuck me,” You try again, and he stills in surprise, unmoving for a frustratingly long time, before he springs into action, maneuvering himself out from under you and repositioning himself behind you, one hand massaging your hip soothingly before the head of his cock presses against your pussy, your stomach clenching in anticipation.

“God, fuck,” He hisses as he pushes into you, and you cover your mouth to stifle the relieved moan that rushes from your unsuspecting lips. “So fucking good.” In an attempt to help you adjust, he thrusts in and out of you shallowly, coating the head of his cock in your arousal to aid in the process. Each inward thrust that pushes in deeper forces a sharp gasp from your lungs, your eyes rolling back in your head as your fingers scrabble to hold onto something, anything.

“H-Haechan,” You swallow thickly, reaching behind you in the hopes your actions can convey what your words can’t. Your fingers curl in the side of his shirt and you pull him into you sharply, keening lowly when his cock comes close to bottoming out in you.

“Yeah, pretty girl? Want me to fuck you?” He murmurs, moving so his lips are right by your ear. You can feel the curve in his grinning lips pressing against the skin behind your ear, and you groan in frustration, nodding firmly as you rock your hips back onto him, essentially fucking yourself on his cock. “So cute,” He coos fondly, kissing your heated skin before everything happens quickly–he pulls back and snaps his hips forward into yours, fully sheathing his cock in your pussy. His hand comes up to cover your mouth and muffle the loud moan you oh-so-predictably let out, and he bites down on the spot he just kissed, the dull ache building and mixing with the other sensations you’re feeling to create a heady blend of foggy pleasure and high-alert excitement.

He pulls back, almost pulling all the way out but stopping when just the head of his cock is inside of you, and sends his hips forward again with sharp precision and a low grunt that forces a whine from you. With one hand pressing down between your shoulder blades, he holds your body in place, your torso pinned to the kitchen counter, as he builds up a steady rhythm that has both of you stifling noises of pleasure. As the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the kitchen, you panic once more at the notion of Jeno or Yena walking in to find you two in such a compromising position, surprising yourself when your core clenches around Haechan, apparently aroused by the thrill of potentially getting caught.

“Hae–chan,” You moan out, your head dropping forward onto the counter, your every sound made staccato by Haechan and his relentless thrusting.

“Feels good, yeah?” He grunts, and you keen your assent, reaching between your legs to touch yourself. He smacks your hand away and pulls your leg back, hooking it around his waist before replacing where your hand would have been, fingers immediately finding your clit and rubbing quick, firm circles around it that have your eyes glazing over and your mouth hanging slack-jawed. A particularly well-placed thrust angled into your g-spot has a sharp, loud moan spilling from your lips before you can silence it, and your eyes widen as you turn to look back at Haechan in alarm. He’s one step ahead of you, however, and moves his hand from your back to wrap around your throat, pulling you up so your back is flush against his chest. “Shh, shh, shh.” He hushes you, and his lips press wet kisses up the column of your neck to behind your ear, dawdling to suck, lick, and nibble any spots that make your breath hitch.

“Haechan,” You whine, your head dropping back to rest on him as he fucks into you. You move to cover your mouth again and he squeezes the base of your throat as a warning of sorts, your hand returning to the counter to brace yourself.

“You know you love that they might hear us,” He grunts into your ear, and you moan weakly in a very feeble protest, but he persists as if you hadn’t. “They could hear you falling apart on my cock right fucking now, you know.” A tearless, choked sob rips from your throat, and he chuckles against your ear, nibbling almost lazily on the flesh before continuing to purr in your ear. “I’m gonna fuckin’ ruin you,” He promises you, and the flash of panic you feel only spurs the approach of your climax on faster as he pauses speaking to groan lewdly, the sound music to your ears at this point. “Fuckin’ ruin anyone else for you. Anyone else you fuck’s gonna look pathetic compared to me,” He growls determinedly, and you can’t even attempt to stop the series of moans that build in pitch and alarm as your climax hits, your hand reaching to grab his wrist as his fingers work away at your clit and digging your nails into his skin.

His hiss of pain mixes with a moan of relief as his thrusts finally stutter, his final thrust ending with his hips pressed right up against your ass as he releases into you, his hot breath fanning over your skin as he alternates between panting against you and mouthing at various places on your neck.

You two stay there for a moment more, both of you just basking in the foggy haze of your post-orgasm ecstasy, before the illusion shatters as a door most definitely opens from Haechan’s and Jeno’s hallway, and you hear approaching footsteps. You’re shoving him away faster than you can even blink, pulling your shorts up hurriedly as Haechan quickly tucks himself back into his sweats.

“Morning,” Jeno rasps when he enters the kitchen, barely sparing either of you an actual glance as he makes his way to the cabinet and pulls out a box of cereal.

“It’s afternoon,” You and Haechan say in unison, and Jeno looks up at that, looking between the two of you with narrowed eyes.

“Weird…” He mumbles before shrugging and continuing towards the fridge to get milk. You and Haechan wait for Jeno to finish preparing his cereal in a frozen silence that would definitely be suspicious to anyone else, but it’s Jeno, and he’s just woken up, and it’s Jeno, and he’s hungry, and it’s Jeno, and…well, it’s Jeno. He finishes preparing his bowl of cereal and brings two fingers to his forehead to send both of you a mock salute and heading back to his room. You still don’t move even after he’s out of sight, the sound of his door shutting letting you release a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding.

Haechan walks by you on his way out the kitchen and pinches your ass, grinning when you yelp and swat at him.

“Until next time,” He says, and you frown.

“There won’t be a next time.” You huff, and he raises his eyebrows in disbelief, scoffing.

“You said that last time.”

“Well, I mean it now!”

“No, you don’t.”

“I do!”

“You don’t.” His unflappable replies are more than a bit aggravating at this point, and you growl under your breath.

“We are not doing that again.” You reassert, and he rolls his eyes.

“Yes, we are.” He answers confidently, quickly exiting the kitchen with a mischievous chuckle to ensure he gets the last word.

“Little shit,” You mumble bitterly to yourself, turning back to your bowl of mostly-whisked eggs and staring at it blankly as you try to summon your appetite once more. With a sigh, you put the bowl of eggs in the fridge with the promise to eat them later and head to your room.

“He’s wrong.” You huff stubbornly as you collapse back onto your bed. “It’s not happening again.”

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Well, as it turns out, Haechan was right, and it did happen again. And again. And again. It happened so many times, as a matter of fact, that it’s almost customary for you two to sneak around for a brief session, whether it be making out, heavy petting, or a risqué little quickie. Haechan, so far, has initiated most of the sessions, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t drag him into a nearby supply closet every once in a while.

Another result of your new…arrangement is that you two have started texting each other for, to put it bluntly, dick appointments. You’ve adapted to speaking in a little code with vague implications as to what you actually mean.

haechan [15:12] are you coming home soon?

you [15:17] i am but bad news :/ i have an essay due tomorrow that i totally forgot abt :/

haechan [15:19] why don’t you write it during…

you [15:21] …haechan what.

haechan [15:22] okay yeah i knew it sounded dumb :/

haechan [15:25] this is so saaaaaaaaaaaad

you [15:26] oh god

haechan [15:27] what am i gonna dooooooooooo

you [15:28] you’ll live somehow

haechan [15:30] it huuuuuuuuurts

you [15:31] you’re being a drama queeeeeeeeen

haechan [15:32] i am NOT this is serious and devastating

you [15:34] okay… >:T

haechan [15:37] just realized you called me a queen. i am a KING. a MAN

you [15:39] hey psych major, when’s your unit on toxic masculinity?

haechan [15:40] nice try :/ that’s more of the sociology field

you [15:41] boooooo you suck you’re a bore let me drag you

haechan [15:43] i’m not a BORE

you [15:45] whatever let me in i’m coming up

haechan [15:46] can’t i’m busy

“I cannot stand you, Haechan,” You mutter bitterly to yourself as you shut the front door with your foot. Haechan calls your name as you’re locking the door and you yell back, “I’m home, yeah!” He doesn’t reply, and you crinkle your brows. “Weirdo.”

Heading to your room, you hear Haechan say your name again, and this time, you stop short in your tracks because that was unmistakably a moan.

You stand still in the hallway, contemplating whether or not you actually want to go investigate, until another groan from Haechan sounds out through the apartment, this one low and wanton, and your legs are moving before you can process it, bringing you to his bedroom door, which he’s left cracked open, and you peek in before you can stop yourself, the gasp you let out almost blowing your cover entirely.

Haechan groans again, the sound low in his throat, and his fist, wrapped around his length, quickens in pace as he jerks himself off. His eyes are closed and his head keeps drooping backwards as if he’s falling asleep, but he’s far from it, too preoccupied with chasing his high to even think about sleeping. Your vantage point from outside his bedroom door is providing you with the most sinful angle of Haechan’s exposed thigh muscles tensing as his body succumbs to the pleasure, his loose grey shorts doing the work of the gods as they ride up with every upward roll of his hips.

“Fuck,” He grunts out, and you echo him in a tortured whisper, the reality of the situation settling in as you realize that not only is Haechan jerking himself off right now, but he said your name not once, but twice, and–oh, holy shit, he’s saying it again, and he sounds so fucking good, and if the warmth radiating from between your legs is any indication, you’re far more affected than you expected. Licking your lips proves to be surprisingly difficult, your mouth feeling drier than normal, and when Haechan tosses his head back in pleasure, his fist pumping his length rapidly, your only reaction is a whimper that, unfortunately for you, blows your cover entirely, Haechan’s eyes slowly opening to focus on you, his eyes heavy-lidded with lust. “Welcome home,” He greets you about as nonchalantly as one can when they’re in the middle of masturbating.

“I…Is this what you were busy with when you couldn’t let me in?” You stammer out, pushing the door open because fuck it, right? When he nods, you can’t tell if his answer pisses you off or turns you on more (it’s both). “Unbelievable,” You breathe, and Haechan slows the pace of his fist considerably, the strained look on his face alerting you to the fact that he is most certainly edging himself right now.

“Wanna help?” He asks with an inviting grin, and you surprise yourself when an answer in the affirmative almost rolls right off of your tongue, your rationale only returning to you a moment later as you’re reminded of your essay due tomorrow and the fact that time really is of the essence right now.

“Uh…no,” You say slowly, albeit reluctantly. “My essay.” Even as you’re speaking, your eyes are fixated on the flushed color of the head of his cock and the beads of precum that continue to leak from the slit, your ears tuned in to his every shaky breath and lust-filled grunt, and your mind refuses to think about anything but how fucking good he looks and how hot this is, your Education paper be damned.

“Suit yourself,” He mutters, speaking through gritted teeth even as he shrugs casually. You stand there frozen for a moment longer, the two of you locked in a bout of intense eye contact, before clarity hits you again and–

“My paper,” You say aloud for literally no reason other than to remind yourself, forcing yourself to turn on your heel and stride out of his room, shutting the door behind you. Haechan lets out an uncharacteristically high whine that has your core clenching around nothing, and you stop short in the hallway as you’re halfway to your room.

“I can’t.” You whisper to yourself even as your ears strain to pick up any other sounds coming from his room. “My essay,” You whine in a failing attempt to convince yourself to abandon the salacious thoughts running through your head at the moment–

“Fuck, yes,” Haechan moans, and you stiffen, think, fuck it, and stomp back to his room.

“God fucking damn it,” You groan irritatedly, partially annoyed with Haechan for being so…Haechan, but mostly annoyed with yourself for caving. You open Haechan’s door again, but this time you shut it behind you, hurriedly unbuttoning your jeans and shimmying out of them as a delighted and amused Haechan watches you, his hand slowly coming to a stop.

“Welcome back,” He chuckles as you climb onto his bed, straddling his lap and gripping the front of his shirt with both fists to pull him to you in a hot and desperate liplock, the kiss full of tongue and the occasional stray nip at his bottom lip that you definitely mean as a form of revenge but you’ll deny later if he brings it up. The context of the situation dawns on you again, and you groan another time, this one long and tapering off in an aggravated growl. “You don’t have to be in here,” Haechan grunts in amusement as your clothed core grinds against his almost painfully hard cock, “So why are you groaning like someone’s making you do this?”

“It’s your fault,” You mutter bitterly, moving away from his mouth to kiss lower, dragging your teeth over the thin layer of skin covering his jaw before your mouth travels to the currently unblemished skin of his neck that won’t stay that way if you have anything to say about it.

“How is it my fault?” Haechan chuckles, hissing in a mix of pleasure and pain as you suck hard on a spot on his neck. “You can bite me, baby, I know you want to.” You need no further reason to proceed, immediately sinking your teeth into his smooth, tan skin and internally smiling in satisfaction when he cries out, the sound another mix of agony and ecstasy that has you resuming your sucking on various spots of his neck, raking your teeth against the flesh over and over until a pretty, gradually reddening mark blooms when you part from his skin. The sight of your marks on Haechan’s body sends you into nothing short of a frenzy, one hand tilting his chin up so you can get at the other side.

“You’re–too fucking hot,” You blurt out without thinking, and Haechan stills momentarily, clearly shocked.

“Oh, yeah?” He replies proudly, his smug grin audible in the simple way his mouth forms his words. “Tell me more?”

“No,” You huff, moaning in relief when Haechan’s hand snakes up your shirt and under your bra, pinching at your hardened nipple and tugging it playfully. Your head drops down onto his shoulder in a small admission of defeat as pleasure courses through you, your hips rolling even more determinedly against his cock.

“Aww,” Haechan teases, moving his head and moving your head by your chin so you’re staring each other down, his hooded eyes radiating desire and your eyes almost wild with lust, pupils wide with arousal and desperation to achieve some sort of relief. “You sure?”

“Shut up, I hate you,” You growl, kissing him again to shut him up, and it works–

“Yeah?”

–for a moment.

“Maybe I should fuck you until you don’t hate me anymore.” He muses, infuriatingly composed even as you’re desperately grinding against his cock in an attempt to get yourself off.

“You don’t have the stamina for that,” You huff, and Haechan’s grip on your chin tightens almost painfully, sending you a nonverbal warning.

“Don’t test me, pretty girl.” He warns you, releasing your chin to grab the hem of your shirt and pull it up over your head, kissing you the second your lips are exposed again, now half-assing the removal of the shirt from over your eyes. His tongue slips into your mouth and you keen into the kiss, nails digging into his bare forearms as you relish the almost guttural groan of pain he lets out.

“I’m not testing you–”

“Can you at least argue with me while you’re riding me?” He cuts you off, and you pause, realizing he has a point.

You snatch your shirt from his hand and fling it off the bed carelessly, not even looking to see where it lands before you sit back slightly, your fingers wrapping around his length and pumping slowly, a grin rising to your face at the way his lids flutter shut, his head tipping back slightly as he groans quietly. His hands fumble blindly for your hips, fingers slipping into the waistband of your underwear and helping you out of them before gripping your hips again as you position yourself above him, still stroking his length but a bit quicker this time.

“You do realize,” Haechan grunts, his hips thrusting up against nothing, “I’m not gonna last long, right?”

“Oh, no,” You pout teasingly, and he narrows his eyes at you. “Why’s that?” You ask, tone saccharine sweet as you smile wickedly at him, already knowing exactly what he’s talking about.

“I’ve been edging myself for at least thirty minutes now,” He reminds you through a shuddered groan, and you pout.

“Whose fault is that?” You ask, and his eyes focus on you, some of the haze disappearing in favor of a sort of steely determination.

“Do you want to bicker, or do you want to cum?” He asks, and any retort you had prepared dies on your tongue, causing Haechan to smirk up at you, hands massaging your thighs. “That’s what I thought. Now be a good girl and sit on my cock.” He coaxes, and you roll your eyes as you ease down onto him, your gasp and his groan sounding out in his room as you sink all the way down to the base of his length.

The actual feeling of him filling you up drives you a bit wild, and you lift your hips up, eager to come back down, but Haechan’s firm hands on your hips stop you halfway, making you look up at him with a frown.

“Need to fuck you,” He grunts. “If you do it, I’m gonna cum too soon.”

“Fine,” You huff, resting your weight on your knees as he lifts you up so his length’s almost slipping out of you, his hips thrusting up into you with powerful strokes that have whines leaving you involuntarily with almost every thrust.

“Isn’t that better than sitting here and bickering with me?” He chuckles smugly, and you glare at him.

“Shut up, Haechan.” You moan, but it doesn’t sound as forceful as you mean it, the pleasure already taking over you. One of his hands leaves your hip and starts to massage your clit in quick circles as he fucks up into you with slow pulls out of you and quick snaps of his hips as he pushes back into you.

“Make me,” Haechan moans, the sound more strained than usual, and you realize that he really is close, a sneaky thought popping into your mind.

“Gladly,” You coo, wrapping a hand around his neck. His response is instant, his eyes widening as he looks up at you incredulously, and his hips stutter for a second before resuming their original pace. A quick search of his eyes shows no panic, only surprise and desire, and you squeeze his throat, a breathless chuckle leaving you as his eyes roll back into his head, a long groan leaving him as you choke him. “Look at yourself, Haechan—you love this, don’t you?”

“Fuck, yes,” He admits, the confession tapering off into a low whine as you feel his length pulsating inside of you. “Harder,” He whispers, and you raise your brows in surprise as you oblige, squeezing tighter and watching as his mouth falls open in ecstasy, panting breathlessly. His hand still on your hip abandons it to pull down your bra cup, Haechan leaning down and taking your nipple into his mouth.

“Shit,” You hiss, and he chuckles, swirling his tongue around your stiffened bud before nipping at it gently. “No, don’t, I’m gonna–” You gasp out, and his gaze flicks up to meet yours as he raises a brow condescendingly.

“That’s the point,” He reminds you, voice muffled from his refusal to release your nipple, and returns to sucking on the bud, his fingers on your clit pressing in more insistently as your hips start to buck into his touch. “Come for me,” He urges you as the tugging feeling in your lower abdomen builds, breathy moans of swears and Haechan’s name leaving you over and over as your climax hits, pleasure flooding your body as your eyes slide shut. Your hips bucking into his unceasing motions, your back arches, pushing your chest into Haechan’s face, the male eagerly sucking at the flesh of your breast and the skin of your chest as he makes his way over to your other breast. When you start coming down from your peak slowly, warm pleasure still buzzing through you, your eyes open slowly to see Haechan watching your face with a studious, almost greedy, intensity.

“Your turn,” You moan through gritted teeth, your free hand moving to slap his hand off of your clit, but he pushes against the hyper-sensitive bud even more forcefully, laughing when a sharp whine slips out of you. “Fuck you,” You complain, and he releases your nipple at that, dragging his nose up your neck and slipping his tongue into your mouth in a messy, jilted kiss as he fucks up into you and you rock onto him.

“You are fucking me,” Haechan points out with a cocky grin, and you’re in no mood to hear his mouth, your hand around his throat tightening as a warning as you push his head back, the back of his head now pressed against the headboard as your fingers dig into his throat possessively. “Shit, pretty girl,” He grunts, a brief chuckle slipping out, and you roll your eyes, switching hands to choke him with your other hand as you bring the hand previously choking him to his mouth, pressing the tips of your index and middle fingers against his bottom lip.

“Open.” The warning stare you give Haechan is all the motivation he needs to comply, his tongue dropping out to stroke at your fingers, immediately sucking your fingers into his mouth. He seems to enjoy the intrusion more than he wants to let on, a moan sounding out from around your fingers as his hips pick up the pace, now eagerly chasing his own release.

“Shit,” He mumbles desperately, eyes sliding shut in bliss as his pace starts to stutter, lingering after every thrust into you so he’s fully buried in your walls. You clench around him, and a choked sound leaves him as you experimentally start to push your fingers in and out, tentatively fucking his mouth. His eyes slowly open with effort as he gazes up at you with desire pooling in his brown irises. The sight is so arousing to observe that you could almost climax again on the spot, and he’s done for, pulling your hips down so he’s buried inside of you. His legs tremble under you with the force of his climax, your timely release of his throat and push of your fingers into his mouth eliciting a deeply satisfying whimper from the male below you, his head falling against the headboard as he goes limp, finally spent.

Finally feeling some sense of fulfillment and relief, your head drops forward to rest on Haechan’s shoulder, his hand coming up to rub soothing circles in your back as you laugh breathlessly.

“Thanks,” You exhale, and he makes a confused little noise that makes you lift your head to look at him. “For, uh, letting me ‘help.’” You mumble, and he sputters out a laugh, his body shaking with his amusement.

“You realize that, technically, you just kept the ‘appointment’ we had that you had to cancel, right?” He points out, and the reminder of why you had to cancel in the first place makes you groan in despair, your head dropping back down against Haechan’s shoulder.

“Fuck,” You complain. “My essay. I’m gonna have to pull an all-nighter, probably; definitely gonna have to stay up late.”

“I can keep you company,” Haechan offers, and you pull back to look at him, wondering when your dynamic changed to the point where he thought it’d be a good idea to offer such an activity…and where you want to accept it.

“Yeah, maybe that’d help,” You mumble, and he nods. “Don’t try anything, though.”

“I won’t! I’ll just be, like, a body double.” He promises, and you nod in understanding.

“Okay, well…I’m gonna, uh, shower and get my stuff set up.” You let him know, and his hands slide down to your hips, squeezing slightly.

“Sounds good. You wanna study in here, your room, or the living room?” He asks, and you frown as you think about it.

If either Jeno or Yena walked into your room and saw you two together, there’d be too many questions, same thing for if they saw you in Haechan’s room…

“Living room,” You decide. “I think it’s best; that way, if either of them see us together, they won’t find it so suspicious, y’know?”

“I get you,” Haechan nods, a small smile appearing on his face. “Okay, go shower, pretty girl; you have an essay to write.”

“Okay,” You mirror his smile and move to pull off of him, a grunt leaving him that sounds out with your sharp intake of breath as you both feel the effects of his length slipping out of you. You pull your underwear and pants back on and nod at Haechan before you head out of his room.

“See you in a bit,” You say, turning to leave, and Haechan leans forward and swats you on the ass, making you jolt and glare back at him. “Yeah, that’s exactly what you can’t do later.”

“I know,” Haechan replies, rolling his eyes. “I was getting it out now.”

“…Okay…” You respond slowly, making a judgmental face at him as you turn back around. “Weirdo,” You mumble under your breath, and Haechan lets out an affronted sort of squawk that has you slipping out of his room with a laugh and heading to your room to get ready for your shower.

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“Here,” Haechan moves into your line of sight unexpectedly, causing you to jolt and grab your chest in surprise. “Sorry,” He mumbles sheepishly, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“It’s fine, you didn’t mean to,” You exhale shakily. “What were you handing me?” You ask curiously, turning fully to look at him, and your eyebrows raise in surprise. “You made food?”

“Well, yeah,” Haechan answers. “I was hungry and I figured you might be, too, so I just–made enough–for both of us…but if you’re not hungry, that’s okay, I can probably eat it myself–” Haechan’s words are coming out at about a mile a minute, and you realize belatedly that your face might look disapproving, Haechan potentially mistaking your furrowed brows of initial confusion and mild disgruntlement as judgment or disdain.

“Haechan,” You cut him off with as soft of a tone as you can manage, and his speech slows to a stop as he looks up from the bowl of food to you questioningly. “I’m starving.” You say with a slight chuckle, and he exhales in relief, his body relaxing as he walks over and hands you the bowl, placing his own bowl across the kitchen island and heading over to sit across from you. “You can, uh…come sit here if you want.” You offer, gesturing to the empty seat next to you, and it’s his turn to raise his brows in surprise.

“Really?”

“Yeah; I mean, you made me food, y’know? The least I could do is let you sit over here.” You answer, and a smile slowly tugs at the corners of his mouth as he gets up and comes back around the kitchen island towards you, his walk towards you giving you an opportunity to see just how much damage you inflicted on his poor neck, knowing all too well his shoulders look about the same. “Sorry about your neck, by the way,” You mumble, and Haechan looks at you with a confused tilt to his head as he sits down. “You look like you got attacked.” You explain, gesturing at the hickeys all over his skin, and his eyes flash with recognition before he’s grinning.

“Don’t be sorry,” He says sincerely, nudging your leg with his knee. “I loved every second of it.” Your small smile of amusement doesn’t go unnoticed by Haechan, whose own smile grows as he turns his attention to his bowl of food. “I hope you don’t mind that I made boxed mac & cheese,” He chuckles, “I didn’t know what else to make so late at night.”

“Are you kidding?” You ask with an incredulous laugh. “Mac & cheese is, like, a staple of the quintessential college student experience. You’re basically honoring tradition at this point.” You joke, and he grins, amused.

“It’s the broke college student experience,” He adds, and you nod in agreement.

“You’re right. What do rich college students even eat? Do they have staples?” You wonder aloud, and Haechan shrugs.

“No clue. Caviar? Filet mignon? I don’t know what rich people eat,” Haechan huffs exasperatedly as he gives up on guessing, and something about how genuine his frustration was and how real he’s being with you, not the infuriatingly cocky and alarmingly forward Haechan you’ve come to find so irritating, makes a snicker of amusement escape you, your laughter making Haechan’s head whip around to look at you, his eyes studying your tickled expression as if he’s witnessing the eighth wonder of the world.

“Hold the hell on,” Yena’s loud whisper startles you, sending your heart into a state of panic for the second time in the past ten minutes as you jump in your seat, leaning forward to put your head on the counter in defeat. “Are you two getting along? Did he just make you laugh?” Yena asks incredulously, now standing in front of you two across the kitchen island and gesturing between you.

“Not really,” Haechan starts to answer.

“Yep,” You admit, and Haechan looks at you, pleasant surprise written plainly on his face. “He said something funny, I laughed; big deal.”

“Uh, yeah, it is a big deal,” Yena laughs in disbelief, placing both hands on the counter and staring you down. “Are you losing it?” She asks you curiously, her gaze turning stern as it whips over to Haechan. “Did you finally do enough Psych readings to manage to brainwash her or something?”

“Yena, stop,” You half-laugh, half-scoff, waving her off. “I’m writing a paper, so if you don’t need anything…”

“Oh! Right, yeah, right. I was just coming to fill up my water bottle for tomorrow.” She explains, holding up her empty bottle and heading to the fridge. You and Haechan share a look behind her back while she fills her bottle, all too familiar with Yena being just a little bit overbearing but in the sweetest, most well-meaning way possible. “Okay! Good luck on your paper, and good night!” She bids you both goodbye, and you two return the kind words, waiting to hear her door shut.

“You said something nice about me,” Haechan points out with a smile, and you shoot him a sideways glance that has him nodding in understanding and saying nothing further.

“Bring it up again and it’ll be the last nice thing I say.” You mutter, but even Haechan can tell you’re not serious, your tone too light and, dare he say, amicable to really sell the line.

Haechan doesn’t know if this is just a fluke and you’re having an off day, but he wouldn’t mind this on a regular basis.

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“Haechan!” You whisper, closing your laptop and standing up from your spot at the kitchen island, padding over to where he relaxes on the couch, phone in hand, as quickly and quietly as possible, your frame practically buzzing with excitement.

“Yeah?” He locks his phone and looks up at you curiously, a smile already creeping onto his face at the sight of your bright one. “What’s up? What happened?”

“I finished my essay!” You whisper happily, plopping down next to him on the couch, and he beams at you.

“I knew you could do it,” He says sincerely, and you smile as you settle into the couch cushion, Haechan’s senses flaring up as he registers your body leaning against him slightly, almost experimentally. Looking down at you, he meets your sleepy but happy gaze, something twisting fondly in his chest as he takes in your drowsy appearance.

“I’m gonna…take a nap,” You mumble, and the sudden onset of your exhaustion is nothing short of surprising, making Haechan wonder how you managed to hold back your sleep deprivation for so long.

“Right here?” He chuckles, and you nod.

“Right here,” You confirm, and his smile grows. “On you.” He freezes at that, and you sit up slightly, looking at him with a frown. “You got all stiff.” You complain, and he murmurs an apology, lifting his arm to invite you into his embrace. You take the offer happily and find yourself on your way to falling asleep in virtually no time.

“You’re cuddling me,” Haechan points out quietly, smiling widely in disbelief, and you huff, a furrow appearing between your brows that Haechan kind of wishes he had the liberty to kiss away.

“You’re practically a body double,” You retort sleepily. “This means nothing.”

“Nothing, huh?” He teases, and you groan in frustration.

“Nothing,” You assert. “You’re like…those professional cuddlers…where they hold you and stuff, but it means nothing.”

“If I’m a professional, shouldn’t I be charging you?” He asks curiously, and you reach up to pinch his side, snickering when he yelps in surprise.

“No, you shouldn’t. You’re still an amateur; I’m…helping you train.” You say drowsily, and Haechan rolls his eyes in an amused sort of resignation.

“You can’t sleep here, though; c’mon, let’s go to your room.” Haechan urges gently, helping you to a standing position and guiding you to your room, plugging your laptop in to charge it, before heading back to his room. When he moves to shut his door, it’s his turn to flinch in surprise at the unexpected sight of a very tired you in his doorway. “Um…hi?”

“Hi?” You mumble in confusion, yawning as you shuffle over to his bed and climb under the sheets, not once opening your eyes, and Haechan realizes that you might think you’re in your room, not his.

With a sigh and a murmured, “You’re too cute, seriously,” Haechan sets an extra alarm on his phone for 9:00am, the time he usually hears your alarm go off at in the morning on Wednesdays, double-checking his own alarm for 10:30am and climbing into his bed, his eyes contentedly taking in the sight of you lying peacefully beside him. He closes his eyes, ready to drift off to sleep, when—

“It’s too hot,” You whine, still half-asleep, and Haechan blinks awake slowly, ready to pull the covers off of you to help you cool down, but as soon as he does, he wishes he hadn’t, trying and failing to avert his eyes as he watches you shimmy out of your leggings and your shirt, leaving you in your underwear and, fuck, do you look good.

He rolls onto his back so he’s not facing you, trying and failing yet again not to think about how you are lying in bed next to him practically naked and how he’s not allowed to touch you this time, and how he has to be a goddamned gentleman—

You hum in your sleep and roll over so you’re pressed up against Haechan’s side, and his whole body stiffens as you finally fall asleep.

“Dear Lord, have mercy,” He groans before closing his eyes and forcing himself to think about anything but the half-naked incredibly attractive girl sleeping half on top of him so he can get some rest.

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Waking up in the middle of the night, you’re alerted to two things: one, Haechan has one arm slung over you, wrapping around your waist, and two: your mouth is so dry, it feels like you’ve been sucking on cotton in your sleep. With a disgusted groan after smacking your lips together, you gingerly extract yourself from Haechan’s embrace before climbing out of his bed. The moon is barely lighting up the inside of his bedroom, and you reach down, feeling around somewhat blindly on the floor for something to put on to cover up your underwear and bra before heading to the kitchen. Finally grabbing your leggings and t-shirt off of his floor, you don both and head to the front of the apartment, half-hitting your foot on the corner of the wall as you turn into the kitchen.

“Shit!” You hiss, limping to the fridge now with a somewhat sour mood. You grab your favorite cup and go to open the fridge, stilling immediately when you hear a rustling coming from the living room. “Hello?” You whisper loudly, and an amused snort sounds from the living room couch, alerting you to Yena’s presence. “Holy shit, you scared me!”

“I was here first,” Yena points out as she stands up from the couch and makes her way over to you, her silhouette only slightly visible in the dark. “You also wouldn’t last a minute if there was an actual dangerous person in our apartment.”

“Would too!” You snark back in a whisper, rolling your eyes and turning to open the fridge, your eyes squinting protectively at the bright light. You feel around for the water pitcher, barely noticing how Yena’s laugh cut short once the fridge door opened and bathed you both in bright white light. When your hand emerges victorious with said pitcher, you shut the fridge, shrouding you two in darkness once more, but not before you catch Yena’s probing expression. “What’s that face f–”

“Are you wearing Haechan’s shirt?” Yena cuts you off immediately, and you freeze, eyes widening as you look down without moving your head and, yep–in your night-blindness, you put on Haechan’s shirt.

“No?” You scoff, trying to sound as convincing as possible.

“I could’ve sworn he was wearing that shirt earlier today.” Yena replies suspiciously, and your mind does backflips trying to come up with a good cover.

“He wasn’t.” Well, so much for “good.” “Or maybe he was.” Can you say anything convincing? “I don’t pay attention to what he wears; maybe my shirt just reminds you of his,” You reply, finally content with your answer.

“Mm…maybe,” Yena agrees, and you let out a quiet sigh of relief as you turn to pour water into your cup. You can hear Yena moving around in the kitchen behind you, but don’t think anything of it; at least, not until you feel someone directly behind you and warm fingers at the base of your neck.

“Hello?!” You whisper-shriek, and Yena shushes you as she fiddles with the back of your shirt. “What are you doing?”

“Looking at the tag. Unless your name suddenly became Lee Donghyuck, this isn’t your shirt.” Yena replies with an air of triumph, and you glower into the darkness ahead of you while making a mental note to clown Haechan later for having to write his name on the tags of his shirts. “Why are you wearing Haechan’s shirt?”

“Uh.” Is all you can stammer up as a reply, and Yena gasps, making you choke on the water you took a nervous gulp of.

“No way. You stopped being at his throat so much,” Yena starts to think aloud, and you wince as you realize that she’s most definitely going to piece everything together. “He’s even more attentive to you than he used to be,” She continues, and you nibble your lower lip anxiously, knowing she’s getting closer. “You’re wearing his shirt at three in the morning, and it–” She stops to sniff you, and you recoil, praying she can’t smell anything too much of a dead giveaway–“smells like Haechan…which means he was wearing it today…so you must have grabbed it by accident, but–oh, my God–”

“We’re sleeping together,” You blurt out, and you don’t even need a light to know the look of shock on Yena’s face. “Can we–can we talk about this later? I’m really sleepy.” You whine tiredly, and Yena exhales slowly.

“Sure. G’night,” She agrees, going back to her spot on the couch.

“Why are you here in the dark anyway?” You ask as you stop in your tracks before entering the hallway to the bedrooms.

“Helps me calm myself and clear my head.” Yena hums, and you shrug, figuring that’s as good enough of an answer as any.

“Okay, I guess. Night!” You say softly, and Yena’s hum of assent is enough to have you satisfied and padding back to Haechan’s room. You enter his room, set your cup down on his nightstand, and look for your shirt to wear, stripping his off and dropping it back on the floor where you found it, finally realizing your shirt is half stuck under Haechan’s sleeping frame.

Sighing heavily, you grip the part of the shirt you can see and start to tug, unprepared entirely for Haechan to open a bleary eye and huff in annoyance, grabbing your forearm and pulling you onto the bed with him. You let out a strangled yelp as you get yanked into his embrace and wiggle desperately to free yourself, finally giving up when Haechan tightens his grip as if to warn you to stop struggling.

“Haechan,” You whisper urgently, staring ahead at his closet door while his soft, warm breathing on your neck both tickles and calms you. His lazy responding groan doesn’t sound awake or attentive enough, so you growl under your breath and kick backwards firmly enough to get his attention but not enough to hurt him.

“Ouch, woman!” He groans, and his goddamn voice is croaky and low and you just want to turn around and fuck him right on the spot, but you don’t, knowing there are more pressing matters at hand. “What’s wrong?”

“Yena knows.” You whisper back, and Haechan stills behind you, causing relief to flood you at the prospect of him taking this seriously–

“That’s it?” Haechan scoffs incredulously, and you huff, your brows furrowing.

“What do you mean? She knows, Haechan–”

“I don’t care about that,” He replies simply, his arm tightening around you as he burrows in closer behind you, his lips now brushing against your neck every once in a while with a breath or shift from either of you. “Mm, did you know you breathe really loudly in your sleep?”

“Shut up,” You grouch, pushing your ass back against him roughly in retaliation. “At least I don’t air-hump in my sleep.”

Haechan chuckles deviously, lips curved into a grin against your neck, and ruts his hips against your ass slowly and sensually. “Who said I was sleeping?”

“Go to bed,” You groan, swatting at him amidst his mischievous snickers.

“Maybe I’m not tired anymore.”

“How about I punch your lights out?”

“You’re so hot when you threaten me with violence.”

“Go to your professor’s office hours and use them as therapy, because that is not a normal thing to say.”

“Maybe you’re just that hot–”

“Yeah, good night.”

“Hey–” Haechan whines, and you flip over as best as you can, grab his face, and kiss him square on the mouth, pulling back when he relaxes and rolling your eyes when he surges forward to bite your bottom lip, tugging it between his teeth before releasing it.

“Go to bed.”

“Now I’m hard.”

“Not my problem.” You huff, turning back around and trying to go back to sleep.

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Ding!

Your phone pings from your bedside where it’s charging, and you lean over to pick it up and check the screen, a text from Haechan lighting up your screen.

haechan [17:54] are you free rn

Your brows furrow in confusion as you wonder what he could want, but curiosity wins over everything else as your thumbs type out a reply.

you [17:57] yeah what’s up

haechan [17:57] come to my room

You heave a big sigh and climb out of your bed, carefully looking both ways as you leave your room before sneaking over to Haechan’s room. You knock twice and open the door to see Haechan lying on his bed upside down, his head hanging off the foot of the bed as his gaze trains on you.

“Hi, pretty,” He coos, reaching his arms out towards you, and you shut the door behind you, staring at him skeptically as his hands and fingers open and close in your direction.

He looks good upside down—wait a minute.

“Pause. Haechan. Are you making grabby hands at me?” You snicker incredulously, and he rolls his eyes but stops the motions, instead just reaching his arms straight out for you.

“Come here already, my arms are getting tired.” He huffs, and you snort in amusement but oblige, stepping into his reach. As soon as his hands hook around your legs, he’s pulling you to his face, pressing warm, slightly wet kisses to your bare legs and slowly moving upwards as he works himself into a reclined sitting position, the crown of his head resting against the apex of your thighs as he blinks up at you expectantly with a dopey smile on his face that has something in your stomach twisting unfamiliarly.

“Haechan, you called me here,” You remind him, “What do you want?”

“Oh, yeah!” His face lights up in recognition before he hooks his arms behind you and yanks you–hard–so you’re sent flying forward, landing clumsily so your body is half on the bed and half on top of Haechan. “I’m horny.” His hands glide up the backs of your legs, stopping once they reach your ass and cupping both cheeks, squeezing and kneading the flesh leisurely as you struggle to prop yourself up to address him with some semblance of dignity.

“I was doing homework–”

“I need you,” He whines loudly, and you groan as you get up fully, working yourself into a sitting position beside him and shushing him hurriedly as his complaints get louder in volume. Yena may know about the two of you, but you’re pretty sure Jeno’s none the wiser, and you’d like to keep it that way for as long as possible.

“Oh, my God, fine–fine!” You cut Haechan off mid-complaint, and he grins at you triumphantly. “What do you want? I’m your personal…pocket pussy for the next…how long do you need me?”

“We’ll see.” Haechan replies, sitting up fully to shoot you a secretive smile. “Now come to Papa,” He groans as he lurches forward at you, knocking you off-balance and sending you back into a lying position on his bed, the eager male climbing on top of you with a grin as he connects your mouths in a passionate, intense, yet slow kiss.

“Don’t ever,” You gasp in disgust when Haechan breaks the liplock to mouth wet tracks down your neck, “call yourself Papa again.”

“Mm, why? Not your thing?” He chuckles, sucking noisily at a spot on your neck that makes your back arch and your whole body stiffen practically at once.

“Absolutely not,” You confirm, and he snickers, loudly detaching his mouth from your skin and observing it before looking back up at you and bringing his lips to yours again.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” He replies with a breathless laugh against your mouth as he maneuvers himself between your legs and takes one hand to glide up your side before forcing your arm up by your head and shifting his weight to do the same with your other arm, holding both of your wrists in one of his hands and keeping them pinned down to the bed above your head. “That’s it,” He muses, and you whimper as he sucks on your bottom lip, his hips slowly starting to rock into yours.

You spread your legs a little wider, allowing him a better angle at your core, and moan when he finds the right approach, your legs locking around him instinctively. The room is filled with soft, wet kissing noises, quiet, wanton sounds of pleasure, and breathing that gradually becomes more desperate as his thrusts speed up in pace.

“Okay, that should be good,” He grunts, ignoring your sound of confusion as he sits up on his knees and hooks his fingers in your shorts and underwear, stripping you of both garments without warning and spreading your legs wider so he can bring his face between them and drape your legs over his shoulders.

“Wait, wh-what?” You ask, lost, and Haechan glances up at you with an expression that, truthfully, makes you feel a little stupid.

“What?” He asks, and you gesture at his position and around the room.

“I thought you were gonna…fuck me.” You mumble, and Haechan looks at you, confused and mildly affronted.

“I called you here because I’m turned on,” Haechan explains slowly, and you narrow your eyes at him as he talks it out to you like you’re dumb. “You’re here now, and I’m gonna take out my sexual frustrations on you via my mouth on your pussy–”

“Haechan!” You shush him quickly, and he rolls his eyes, turning his head inward to suck wet little marks into the heated flesh of your inner thigh.

“Did you think I was just asking you here so I could stuff my dick in you?” He asks, confused, and now it’s your turn to look at him like he’s dumb.

“…Yes.” You reply slowly, your tone indicating you’d considered no other option, and he huffs in mock offense.

“Well, you’re wrong, and I’m wounded,” Haechan laments, his bottom lip jutted out in a pout, all pretty, full, pillowy and pink. “Now be my good little toy, lie back, relax, and take it.” He coaxes sweetly, not giving you a moment to ask what you’re even taking before his mouth seals over your core.

A loud gasp escapes you when his tongue, heavy, warm, and wet, swirls around your clit, the wet muscle dragging up and down on your bundle of nerves which, as he accurately predicted, is sensitive from your earlier actions.

“Fuck, Haechan,” You moan, your hands reaching for something to hold. Haechan sees you struggling and loops his fingers around one of your wrists, bringing your hand to his hair and looking up at you for confirmation. When your fingers curl to a locked fist in his hair, he nods and loops both arms around your thighs and presses his face into your core more insistently, his nose pressing against your clit as his tongue explores your folds, the male noisily lapping at your arousal with wet sounds and grunts, creating a soundscape that already has you on the brink of effectively losing your mind.

He spreads your lips apart with one hand from above and takes long, heavy licks up your folds, occasionally sucking on the skin with a moan. Your own moans and pants only fuel him to go even harder, and he gradually grows more desperate with every pleased sound that leaves your lips, finally reaching the point where his nose is practically smashed up against your clit and the tip of his tongue prods at your entrance curiously, drool starting to leak from his mouth and drip down his chin and your folds, before he starts to push harder, the wet muscle gradually gaining entry to your core as you suck in a breath of surprise.

“Shit, Haechan,” You hiss, and he chuckles, his warm breath comforting against your skin before he focuses his attention into fucking you with his tongue, careful not to let the muscle slip out at any point. Your hips start to roll up against his face, and he moans blissfully as your thighs start closing around him instinctively.

Your fingers tug at his hair a bit harsher than you planned, but when his response is an uncharacteristically affected whine, you realize he definitely liked that more than you expected–something you store away in your mind, definitely planning to use it later.

“Want my fingers?” He barely parts with your flesh to ask you, but laughs at your eager nod, unwinding one arm from around your thigh and trailing two digits up and down your folds, collecting the slick mixture of your arousal and his saliva to lubricate his fingers so that when he slides them in, they go in just as smoothly as he wanted and he’s free to crook them upwards in a “come hither” motion, fingertips poised to fuck directly into your g-spot when he starts to move them.

Haechan’s intense gaze focuses on your expression as he moves upwards slightly to flick at your clit with his tongue as rapidly as he can, relishing in the desperate way you rut your hips against his mouth, hips stuttering as your mind shifts between trying to aid along your climax and focusing on the pleasure you’re currently receiving.

“Close,” You gasp, and he nods, his fingers fucking into you even more intently, deliberate pushes and pulls and twists bringing you closer to your peak as he scissors and twirls his fingers in you, pads of his middle and ring fingers pushing against the mass of nerves along your inner walls that brings about a low, keening whine from your mouth as your hips lift off of the bed and stay there in the air, bucking almost frantically as they search for some sort of further aid to your release.

Haechan moves with you fluidly, rising to his elbows as he continues flicking his tongue against your clit and finger-fucking you into a climax so powerful, you might even call it explosive. His name leaves you repeatedly in shudders and sighs, the sounds so deeply rewarding that his cock stirs in his sweats and a tremor runs down his spine.

When you’re finished riding out your high for as long as you can, your hips slowly return to the bed, Haechan following you the whole way down and continuing to lick and suck, even as whimpers bordering on panicked leave you.

“I’m not done,” He tells you gruffly, voice thick with lust, and returns his attention to your core, sucking on your clit and languidly lapping at your folds, collecting your arousal on his tongue. You’ve almost entirely resigned yourself to being overstimulated when he just…stops, huffing and looking up at you with a frown. “Something’s off.”

“…Huh?” You ask, still very much in a daze, and Haechan sighs, brows furrowed in frustration.

“Something’s missing,” He echoes his earlier sentiment and you prop yourself up on your elbows, thinking through what that could mean.

“I mean, my gynecologist says everything’s there, Haech–”

“No, nothing’s wrong with you,” Haechan assures you quickly, laughing at your remark about your intact anatomy. “Something about the…I know what it is.” He finishes, his eyes bright, and before you get a chance to ask, he’s maneuvering you two around quickly and a bit gracelessly as he lies on his back and brings you into a straddle on top of him, forcefully dragging your hips up to his face. “Wanted you to sit on my face.”

“…Oh,” You mumble, and Haechan snorts in amusement before leaning up to trace slow, teasing circles around your clit with his tongue.

“Oh,” He mocks you as he winds his arms around your thighs. “You’re so cute.” Murmured mostly to himself, the compliment is oddly fond given your dynamic, and you feel heat rush to your face, not expecting the praise. Your moment of embarrassment is, thankfully, cut short by Haechan wrapping his lips around your bud and sucking hard, an embarrassingly sudden whine slipping from you. You’re doing your best not to rock against his mouth, fingers curling and uncurling in his hair, when he stops again. You growl under your breath, thinking he’s trying to edge you or something, but when you look down at him, he’s looking up at you like you did something wrong. When you cock your head in confusion, he raises an unimpressed eyebrow. “I said to sit, right?”

“…Yes?” You reply, baffled, and he nods in understanding.

“Thought so. Then why are you hovering?” He states flatly, and you falter, not expecting that at all.

“Well, I thought you meant you wanted me to, like–”

“I said what I meant,” Haechan says slowly, deliberately, and, if you’re being honest, a bit condescendingly, “and I meant what I said. I want you to fucking smother me.” He stresses, and a giggle slips out from you, making a smug little smirk grow on his face. “If I die drowning in pussy, it will be the noblest, most honorable of deaths.” He’s turned the dramatics up to a hundred, and you’re trying to control the laughter bubbling out of you, but the slightly wild look in his eyes is helping sell the bit, so you’re failing miserably.

“Haechan–”

“Put it in my obituary and on my gravestone!” He exclaims theatrically, and you yelp in alarm, trying to shush him amidst your laughter in case Jeno overhears you two. “With a picture of you somewhere so everyone knows just how worth it my demise was.” He sits up slightly towards the end of his sentence, seemingly forgetting your position as he almost sends you flying, his hands steadying you immediately before he lies back down, pulling you back into place. “Your laugh is cute,” He murmurs fondly, smiling up at you before his lashes flutter down to rest on his cheekbones.

“I have like seven of them,” You dismiss his compliment with a smile and small side-step, but Haechan’s eyes blink open to stare up at you with an unsettling steadiness.

“All seven of your laughs are cute,” Haechan presses, thumbs digging uncomfortably in your thighs as he waits impatiently for your response.

“Thanks,” Your slow—bashful, even—reply seems to satisfy him this time, and he nods before tightening his arms around your thighs, pulling you down so your core is directly above his mouth, and easing up on the press of his thumbs into your flesh. Small, little licks meant to tease you ghost upwards on your folds, before he nuzzles into your pussy, his nose parting the lips and nudging against your clit in a suspiciously deliberate manner before his tongue flattens against your entrance, heavy as it drags up to your clit.

He’s quick to resume his actions from earlier and flick his tongue against your swollen bundle of nerves, groaning when arousal leaks from your entrance, warm and slick, and collects on his chin. The wet warmth of his mouth enveloping your clit sends a shudder down your spine, the noisy sucking and even slurping noises a loud reminder of just how affected you are by his actions, your fingers carding through his hair and pulling hard.

A grin curls your lips when a strained moan emerges from Haechan’s throat, a breathless wince following it when you pull even harder, his eyes scrunching and brows furrowing in pain. “Fuck,” He whispers loudly, whimpering when you ease up slightly, “More—give me more.”

“Little pain slut,” You hiss in delight, running your fingers through his hair again and gently massaging his scalp in preparation for what you’re about to do. Just when he goes back to dividing his attention between your folds and clit, you pull his hair even harder than before, your free hand pressing your nails into his scalp experimentally. His reaction is the ultimate reward; his eyes roll back in his head slowly, a tremor runs through his body, and his arm frantically and clumsily untangles itself from one of your thighs, his now free hand grabbing his cock through his sweats and squeezing. “God, you’re insane,” You whisper gleefully, enjoying his every response to your touches, “You love that, don’t you?”

“Shit–yes,” Haechan whines, and the rustling from behind you piques your curiosity, a look back granting you the sight of Haechan’s fist pumping up and down his length, his tip reddened and leaking precum freely. “Ride my face,” He urges, and you oblige immediately, rolling your hips against his mouth and jolting every time his nose rubs up against the underside of your clit.

His tongue lolled out, he lets the wet muscle lick, flick, lap, and slurp up your arousal, delighting in the sting of his scalp as you mercilessly pull his hair. The pain soon fades into a buzzing warmth that spreads all throughout his body but resonates in his head as a thick haze of pleasure that spurs his climax on further, his hand speeding up eagerly as he bucks his hips up in the air desperately.

“Haecha–I’m–fuck, ’m close,” You whimper, coming as no surprise to Haechan, your movements having become more frantic as your body flies into a near frenzy trying to stimulate itself enough to make yourself climax. You’re half-bouncing on, half-rutting against his tongue, a broken cry of his name leaving your lips again as your peak hits.

He’s not far behind, his hips freezing in the air as he cums, the warm, white liquid shooting out in ropes onto his t-shirt and gradually tapering off into a series of drops that dribble out of his slit pathetically, dripping down his fist and settling between his fingers. Finally, you release his hair, and it feels like Haechan’s climaxing all over again.

The sudden release of pressure and the soothing, almost apologetic massaging of your fingers over his sore scalp feels a lot like Haechan has floated from the cloud he was already on to another, slightly warmer and softer cloud, emotional satisfaction coupling with the physical bliss he’s feeling as you climb off of him and fuss over him.

As you pull his head into your cross-legged lap, massaging his head and murmuring apologies, even bending down enough to place small kisses to his forehead and crown of his head, Haechan feels like he’s melting into a puddle, a dopey smile on his face as he basks in the warm afterglow of his climax and a taste of what it might feel like to be loved by you.

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“You know what? I never would’ve guessed you’re more of a giver in bed.” You remark offhandedly as you lie next to Haechan on his bed, and he hums thoughtfully.

“Yeah? I love making girls cum,” He replies with a bit of a dreamy expression. “I can make myself cum whenever I want…making someone else cum is more rewarding, y’know?”

“That makes sense,” You agree, nodding, and Haechan sits up slightly, propping himself up on one elbow.

“Like, I know what I like already…but I get to play with someone else’s body and figure out what they like. It’s like…it’s like I’m an expert at one game, so doing well in it again doesn’t feel the same as doing well in a new game I’ve never played.” He finishes, and you stare at him blankly.

“There’s something so deeply unsexy about the fact that you just made a gamer reference…about fucking.” You state flatly, and Haechan snorts loudly, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “I don’t know what’s worse: the fact that you made the reference, the fact that you expected me to get it…or the fact that I did get it.”

“Assigned gamer by osmosis, I guess.” He laughs, and it’s your turn to sit up some more, mirroring his position.

“Osmosis is through water,” You reply with a playfully snarky tone, knowing neither you nor Haechan actually care about the process of osmosis. “Not cum; and judging from the battery acid you produce, your organs haven’t seen that in ages.”

“Oh, shut up,” He laughs, shoving you playfully. “I wasn’t finished with my reasons, anyway.”

“…Okay, I’m listening.” You promise, giving him your best attentive expression, and have to bite back a laugh when Haechan’s eyes drop to your lips almost immediately.

“Okay, uh…oh, yeah! You, specifically, make me wanna pull as many orgasms from you as I can as some sort of revenge for not giving me a chance sooner.” He states, his delivery somewhat stilted as his gaze keeps gravitating back to your mouth.

“I didn’t owe you a chance, though,” You frown at him, and he nods in agreement.

“You definitely didn’t, and you still don’t now,” Haechan echoes your sentiment before continuing on. “I mean that you deliberately turned me on for nothing on several occasions.” He narrows his eyes at you, and you grin sheepishly.

“I did very much lead you on for shits and giggles.” You mumble, a bit embarrassed, and Haechan reaches over to pinch your thigh in retribution. You swat his hand away with a laugh, and a comfortable silence settles between you two, the only sounds being both of your breathing patterns, and things feel calm and nice for a change–

“Does my cum really taste that bad?” Haechan mumbles worriedly, and you do your absolute best to maintain an earnest expression.

“Horrible, Haechan.” You confirm, and his eyes widen in horror and concern, making it even harder for you to suppress your amusement. “It almost melted my tongue and gave me four cavities.” Haechan bursts out laughing and pushes your shoulder so you’re flat on your back, mirroring your new position as you both laugh. “I think the girls who’ve had to come into contact with your cum should be entitled to financial compensation, actually.”

“You’re horrible.” Haechan manages to get out through his laughter. “That is such a horrible thing for you to say.”

“Maybe, but you’re laughing at it, so that makes you just as horrible as me.” You reply, shrugging, and he sucks his teeth, scoffing dismissively.

“I guess we’re horrible together, then.” He muses, nudging your leg with his. You look over at him, but he’s looking straight up at the ceiling as if nothing happened, so you exhale through your nose in amusement and press your elbow into his side as insistently but painlessly as possible, looking back at the ceiling when he looks over at you. You two continue on in this way until your phone alarm startles you by going off. “What’s that for?” He asks curiously when you groan and sit up, reaching over him to turn it off.

“My alarm for working,” You sigh heavily, moving to get off his bed.

“Aw, man,” Haechan mumbles, and when you look back at him, he looks slightly deflated, a strange and uncomfortable…something twisting in your chest at the sight, and you shift your weight from one foot to the other.

“Hey, uh…the wi-fi signal is better in your room than mine,” You start talking without thinking, and he looks up at you with his head cocked slightly to the side in confusion. “Can I maybe…do my work here?” You ask, and the sight of some of the brightness returning to his disposition soothes the ache inside of you.

“Sure, yeah, of course,” He mumbles, seeming a bit flustered as his eyes dart around, the unmistakable signs of a smile appearing on his face.

“…It’s just so the wi-fi–”

“Wi-fi signal–”

“–signal is good. Yeah,” You stammer, and he nods, patting the spot where you were lying earlier.

“I’ll keep it warm for you.” He says with a cheesy grin, and you roll your eyes, turning on your heel and leaving before he can catch the smile growing on your face.

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Ding!

The sound of your phone dinging interrupts your workflow once more, and you suck your teeth, groaning in frustration. A glance over at your lock screen greets you with a notification from the same person you’ve been ignoring for over an hour.

haechan [15:10] Attachment: 1 image

“Fucking again?” You huff, half-tempted to block him or chuck your phone at the wall to silence the notifications.

Ding!

Your phone sounds out again as if to say, “Yes, again,” and you growl, picking up your phone to respond to his texts once and for all. Scrolling through the notifications is a journey, Haechan having sent image after image of–you can’t really tell from the thumbnail, but the messages attached to them give you a hint as to the content of the photos.

haechan [14:00] Attachment: 1 image

haechan [14:00] we should do this

haechan [14:07] Attachment: 1 image

haechan: [14:07] oh shit and this

haechan [14:19] Attachment: 1 image

haechan [14:19] you would look hot in a maid costume i think

haechan: [14:24] i know you don’t have class right now

haechan [14:31] answer meeeee

haechan [14:40] what if i

haechan [14:41] texted you

haechan [14:42] like this?

haechan [14:43] nvm that’s about as annoying to send as it probably is to receive

haechan [14:49] Attachment: 1 image

haechan [14:49] okay but tell me this doesn’t look hot

haechan [14:50] you can’t. bc it’s hot

haechan [14:53] what are you even DOING answer my texts wtf

haechan [14:59] pleeeease answer my texts :( i have class soon :(

haechan [15:04] you’re killing me here

haechan [15:10] Attachment: 1 image

haechan [15:10] okay this is hot too though

“He’s un-fucking-believable,” You mutter incredulously as you unlock your phone and scroll through the text conversation quickly. Each photo he’s sent is some sort of sexual act or position, and you roll your eyes as you hit the “Call” button on his contact and bring the phone to your ear. As soon as the ringing stops, you narrow your eyes, waiting for Haechan’s voice.

“You got my texts?” He sounds hopeful, and you roll your eyes in disbelief.

“I sure fucking did, Haechan. All twenty of them. You’re lucky I didn’t block you.” You snap into the phone, and there’s a pause before he starts whining, dragging your name out as he gears up to complain. “Shut it, Haechan.” You say firmly, and he whines a little bit more before obliging. “I was studying–you know, that thing we have to do to get good grades and stay enrolled here?”

“Yeah,” He sounds petulant on the other side of the phone and you don’t have to see him to know he’s pouting. “But…what’d you think of the stuff I sent?”

“...You’re kidding.” Your tone may be flat, but the incredulity is loud and clear.

“I’m not!”

“I meant that, for your sake, you should have been kidding,” You reply, closing your eyes and pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Why?” His reply comes in an indignant squawk that has you involuntarily snorting in amusement.

“Because you bombarded me with texts, I call you pissed, and you think I wanna talk about the stuff you sent?” You reply, in disbelief but admittedly amused. “Also, stop sending me stuff, weirdo, we’re not together or anything.”

“Oh, come on,” Haechan drags out the syllables before pausing. “You know you like it.” He has the audacity to lower his voice to a pitch that has your eyes widening and your legs crossing instinctively, purring suggestively into the phone. “Don’t you?”

“...I will block you.” You huff in a flustered rush, and he chuckles, letting out a little groan that makes you want to whine–thankfully, you suppress it.

“You don’t really want to do that.” He hums in a failed attempt to convince you, and you roll your eyes.

“Okay, Mr. Master Manipulator who’s still blocked on Instagram,” You scoff, and he whines at that, the kind of whine that lets you know he’s tossed his head back in frustration.

“You always call me names,” He groans, and you stifle a giggle before he can hear it. “Why don’t you ever call me by my name in a nice context?”

“I see...do you really think you could handle that, Haechan?” You hum sweetly into the phone, and you hear his breathing hitch, several seconds of silence passing before you snicker.

“...No, I could not.” He admits in a choked voice, and you laugh openly at that, even having to pull the phone away from your face so you’re not just laughing loudly in his ear, putting him on speaker so you don’t miss his response. “Don’t laugh at me,” He complains, and you do your best to stop laughing, your giggles tapering off gradually.

“I’m not laughing at you in a…mocking way, for once,” You assure him. “I’m laughing at you in the way that people laugh at viral puppy videos.”

“...Did you just call me cute?” He asks incredulously, and you hum thoughtfully, shrugging before realizing he can’t see you.

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t.” You reply elusively, and his flustered splutter on the other end of the phone gives you all the motivation to finish him Mortal Kombat style with one last remark. “By the way, all five things you sent were hot, and I think I actually could get my hands on a maid costume.”

“What?!” He chokes out, and you laugh once more before hanging up the phone and setting it back down beside you, momentarily content with the anguish you’ve caused him. You know his class is supposed to start relatively soon, so he can’t really reply the way he wants to, but that doesn’t stop your phone from dinging twice, a smile quirking up the corners of your lips as you pick it up to read his texts.

haechan [15:27] you’re evil

haechan [15:27] i’m gonna be thinking about that for my whole class

you [15:29] thinking about what, specifically?

haechan [15:29] you.

you [15:30] good. have fun in class!

You chuckle evilly to yourself as you lock your phone for good and get back to studying.

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Haechan is in pain as he tries his best not to nod off in the middle of his only Psych lecture he never pays attention to, due to finding it incredibly boring, and his phone buzzes. Eager for any sort of distraction, he surreptitiously looks at the screen, seeing it’s from you and is a message consisting of two images.

Unlocking his phone out of curiosity, his mind goes blank, his mouth dries, and his professor’s droning on becomes a thing of the past, because there, on Haechan’s phone, are two pictures of you: one showing your otherwise bare torso in a black lacy bra, and the other displaying your lap, the matching pair of underwear showing clearly.

Haechan freezes for a minute or two, eyes wide, before jumping into action, his thumbs quickly typing, deleting, and re-typing as he attempts to formulate the perfect response.

haechan [16:14] holy shit

You smile when his text comes in, knowing you’ve got him right where you want him.

you [16:16] oops

you [16:17] my bad meant to send those to jaemin

Haechan’s typing bubble appears immediately, and you laugh to yourself, only able to imagine his face right now.

haechan [16:18] WHAT IS YOUR DEAL WITH JAEMIN

you [16:20] idk :/ he’s good in bed

Haechan thinks his heart’s going to fall out of his ass.

haechan [16:21] …how do you know that.

you [16:22] grapevine :)

“Oh, thank God,” Haechan exhales to himself in relief.

haechan [16:24] so you haven’t fucked him, right?

you [16:27] …yet :)

haechan [16:29] don’t play with me.

you [16:30] but i wanna play :(

haechan [16:32] yeah? what if i said i’d fuck you so hard that you forget his name?

you [16:33] i’d say to go for it :) but be warned that i have a really…REALLY good memory :)

haechan [16:35] you’re such a little brat

you [16:36] takes one to know one :/

haechan [16:37] pfft whatever

haechan [16:38] pretty girl do me a favor and send me another picture

you [16:40] mmmm no i’m getting sleepy actually

haechan [16:41] ???

you [16:42] mmm yeah i’m gonna take a nap :)

haechan [16:43] you’d better be awake when i get home

you [16:45] mm and what if i’m not

you [16:45] then what

haechan [16:46] then i guess i’ll have to fuck you awake

you [16:48] kay :) night 😴

Scratch that earlier thought, actually–with 42 minutes left of class, a commute of fifteen minutes back home, and a boner he’s having a hard time ignoring, Haechan is no longer in pain.

Now, Haechan is in agony.

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Haechan has never felt the passage of time so slowly and painfully in his life as he has when he waited for his class to end and for the campus shuttle to take him back to near his apartment. He had to remind himself not to run or rush himself because he needs all the energy he can get, but even that in itself proved to be torturous when all he can think about is the way the bra you’re wearing accentuates your breasts, like the swell of them just mocks him, the way your thighs looked so inviting and how he just wants to sink his teeth into them–

Maybe his lust-filled thoughts were actually a blessing in disguise, however, because they’ve distracted him on his tense walk from the shuttle to the apartment door, his keys jingling frantically as he hurries to unlock the door and let himself in.

Before he heads to your room, Haechan checks to see if your other two roommates are home, thankfully finding no one, and drops his bag off in his room, making a beeline for your room.

The lights are off, the afternoon light filtering in through your windows, and Haechan would be lying if he said you didn’t look angelic. He quietly makes his way up to your bedside and stares down at you in awe, wondering how someone could look so lovely even when sleeping. Carefully peeling back the covers, he sucks in a sharp breath, his cock stirring at the sight of your sleeping frame clad only in the lingerie you sent him photos of.

“God, what a little minx,” He whispers to himself, flinging the covers off of you the rest of the way and climbing onto the bed as carefully as he can. He sits on his heels, watching you sleep until he starts to feel kind of creepy. He lies down beside you, studying your backside, and leans in to kiss along your shoulder, gently stroking down your arm and side.

Haechan thinks he almost prefers when you’re sleeping, actually; not in a creepy way, but it gives him the chance to kiss you and touch you with all the gentleness he wishes you’d let him actually show you. His lips travel to where your neck and shoulder meet and he lets his tongue peek out to lick, swirling to create a small circle, almost an “x marks the spot” kind of situation, he thinks as he seals his lips over the spot and sucks gently, his fingers slipping forward on your waist to grip your side and pull you back against him with a soft groan.

Your quiet hum of satisfaction unlocks something in Haechan and he barely restrains his pleased hiss when you shift in your sleep, pushing back against his front, and he can feel himself pressing against the plush swell of your ass. His kisses to your neck increase in frequency and intensity until he just shifts back, kissing down your back and dragging his teeth along your spine, relishing the whine you let out. He travels even further down, nipping at the flesh of your hip before moving lower, pressing a kiss to your asscheek before sinking his teeth into it, moaning in satisfaction.

He shifts so he’s sitting back up on his knees and repositions you as carefully and gently as possible so he’s got you on your back with your legs spread on either side of him, and he takes another moment to marvel at your beauty. He’s back on top of you almost immediately, gingerly pulling your bra straps off of your shoulders and tugging the cups down to reveal your bare breasts, immediately enveloping one of your nipples in his mouth with a groan. He sucks and licks at the bud, shifting his weight to tug at and tweak your other nipple while he swirls his tongue around the one in his mouth.

Your soft moans are driving Haechan closer and closer to insanity as he experiments on you, flicking, sucking, and nipping to see what exactly you like, determined to make good use of the time he has with you when you’re giving him your most honest reactions. He learns quickly that you like having your nipples played with way more than you let on, and that you’re even more vocal than he thought, quiet whines and whimpers leaving you freely, your back arching so you’re pushing your chest in Haechan’s face. He takes the intrusion eagerly, trailing wet kisses all over your breast before he hears a rustling sound that makes him look down.

You’re trying to rub your thighs together and failing due to Haechan’s position between them, searching for friction, and Haechan thinks he might pass out from delight as he shuffles down your body to gently spread your legs apart, groaning as his eyes roll back in his head when he hears you whine in frustration.

“I’m gonna fix it, baby,” He whispers against your skin, bathing your inner thighs in wet, open-mouthed kisses as he gets closer and closer to your concealed core. His tongue swirls over your clit against the thin fabric of your underwear and he sucks, hard, on your bundle of nerves, looking up at you just in time to catch your face twist in pleasure as a low moan leaves your lips. “Gonna make you feel so good.” His actions are nothing short of reverent, Haechan guiding your legs over his shoulders so your thighs are on either side of his head, and he pulls your underwear off, barely getting them past your thighs before he’s lost his patience and decides to just duck under them, the lingerie bottoms behind his head around your knees almost functioning as a device locking him in between your legs where, frankly, Haechan doesn’t think he’d ever want to leave.

His tongue bathes your folds in his warm, wet saliva, your folds already glistening with your slick arousal but now messy and slippery as he teases a finger into you, followed by a second. He laps at your pussy with eager, unafraid strokes of his tongue, moans and groans from him sending delicious vibrations up your clit through to the rest of your body, and at this point, he forgets you’re even asleep, barely caring if you’re going to wake up or not as he pulls you closer to him, his hand moving from around your legs and moving down to his pants to open them, reach a hand in, and begin stroking himself. He gets what he believes is a brilliant idea and switches hands, letting the fingers he’d used to penetrate you wrap around his cock and provide enough lubrication for his fist to glide up and down without discomfort.

Slowly and languidly stroking himself, he sucks at your clit greedily with loud, wet slurping noises as your thighs tense and tighten around his head. Your hums grow just a bit more alert than the previous ones, and Haechan looks up to see you stirring from your sleep, your brows furrowing before the wrinkle between your brows smooths out and your eyes flutter open, first half-lidded, then snapping open wide with alarm before they settle on the familiar fluff of pink hair between your legs. You reach a hand down and run your fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp lightly, and he swears he could almost purr with satisfaction.

“That feels good,” You moan quietly, and he nods, curling his fingers inside of you and sucking hard at your clit, trapping it between his lips and flicking it with his tongue as you gasp in surprise, your hips rolling up into his face. “Oh, shit,” You whisper, and he persists, wanting more than anything to make you climax just like this. He gets his wish a moment after, bringing you to a gentle but powerful peak as your hips roll under him and your fingers tug at his hair, soft pants of his name falling from your lips and Haechan, as he watches you, briefly wonders if he’s in the presence of an angel, unsure what good deeds he must have done to be rewarded with such a sight.

“Come,” You whine, pulling him by his hair and urging him up your body with your legs. Haechan urgently untangles himself from your underwear behind his head, yanking them off and flinging them off the bed before he moves with you, hovering over you as he guides his cock to your entrance and pushes into you carefully. You groan in unison, your free hand moving to trace circles on his back with your nails as your legs lock around him.

It takes Haechan about seven strokes to realize the dynamic is different this time, and he’s not sure if it has something to do with your cuddlier, more affectionate state when you’re sleepy, but he wishes you would let him be like this with you all of the time; it’s the closest he’s ever gotten to making love to you and he loves every moment of it.

You’re both already so close, and the air is electric between the two of you, but it’s charged with something that, when you’re shocked, leaves you with a dull burn and an ache in your chest that never quite fades, but makes a home for itself so well that you begin to crave more; Haechan wonders briefly if this is love, or just lust and infatuation. If it’s the latter, Haechan wonders if he’ll ever feel the former, and if requited love hurts any less, if at all.

“Good?” He asks in a murmur, several unspoken worries tied to it; does that feel good? Is that good? Am I good? Tell me I’m good, please.

“Amazing,” You exhale softly with a dazed smile, and his heart warms as all of his questions are answered with the best possible result. “Feels so good, Haechan,” You follow up your earlier comment with a whine, and the praise goes straight to Haechan’s head, the male now hoping he can last inside of you long enough for you to climax.

“Want you to cum for me,” He mumbles in a daze, grunts and pants leaving him as he struggles not to speed up in his own desperation to climax.

“Gonna,” You assure him, your breath catching as soft moans leave you that escalate in pitch with every utterance, warning him of your approaching climax, making his head spin as your walls clench even tighter around him and your bare chest presses against him, weak cries and pants of his name and “oh, my God,” sounding out into your room as he thrusts into you with deep, powerful strokes.

His mind goes blank as he feels his cock move inside of you even more freely, practically gliding as he realizes your release is helping him along, and his realization that he caused that, he did that for you, hits him and ushers in his climax, which washes over him in a powerful wave that leaves him gasping and grunting wantonly as he buries his face in your neck, lazily kissing and sucking the skin there as he rides out his climax with quicker, shallow thrusts.

Haechan’s hips stutter to a stop and he keeps his mouth pressed to your neck, not yet wanting the moment to end.

“Haechan,” You murmur, fingers carding through his hair soothingly, and Haechan whines, a wordless plea to live in this space with you for just a bit longer. “Haechan,” You say again, still soft but more insistent, and Haechan could swear you’re smiling.

“Mm?” He hums against you, trying his best to mask how needy he feels, how badly he needs you not to push him away right now.

“You’re kinda squishing me,” Your laugh is breathless, and he apologizes quickly, shifting off and preparing to get up and head to his room when you reach out and catch his wrist. “Are you leaving?” If Haechan didn’t know any better, he’d say you look slightly hurt.

“I was squishing you,” He reminds you, and you sputter a laugh, looking at him like he’s grown a second head.

“That means scoot over, not leave.” You chuckle, and relief floods him as he clambers back onto your bed, plopping back down, this time next to you. You roll over to face him immediately, and he looks into your eyes for a moment before moving to resume his earlier actions, connecting his lips to your neck. “Haechan?” You speak his name softly again, and he hums in acknowledgment, stilling when you loop your fingers in his hair and gently push his head lower so his forehead is level with your collarbones. “Can you do that…down here?” You ask hesitantly, and Haechan could scream, he’s so overjoyed.

He nods his assent emphatically, shifting down accordingly, and buries his face in you, breathing in your sweet scent as he kisses along your breasts, licking and sucking marks into the plushy flesh. His nose traces along your skin in a way that makes you shiver slightly and shift away reflexively, your breath hitching when Haechan immediately pulls you back to him—even closer, actually—and wraps his arm around you, nuzzling his face into you more firmly to dot almost lazy kisses along your cleavage and even flick his tongue against your nipple every now and then just to hear a soft little whine from you.

To his delight, you let him kiss, lick, suck, and mark your chest to his heart’s content, your fingers absentmindedly trailing through his hair.

“Your hair is fading,” You remark softly, tugging gently at the light pink locks, and he nuzzles his face further into you, mumbling something that sounds like an affirmation. “We can touch it up later,” You offer, “I mean, if you want.”

If Haechan’s heart wasn’t already going to burst, it’s about to now at your casual use of the word “we;” we, Haechan thinks, as in you and me, as in us, as in the two of us together…it slipped out so easily; do you think about the two of us as a “we” as often as I do?

“Yeah,” He mumbles in reply, voice thick with many unsaid words. “Can we?”

“Sure,” You reply easily, a smile audible in your tone as you wrap your free arm around his frame and rest your head on his slightly. “I’m going back to sleep,” You mutter quietly, still rhythmically stroking his hair. “You can stay, if you want.”

(He does; and so he does.)

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“You confuse me,” Yena says, mumbling slightly as she applies her mascara in the mirror. “Haechan has been permanently on your nerves for, like, two semesters straight, and now I find out you two have been fucking like rabbits in private?”

“I mean…well, yeah, that’s it. You get it, I don’t see what you’re confused about.” You reply, admittedly put out by her somewhat judgmental tone.

“What I’m confused about, babe, is why you never thought to tell me. Also about when exactly you decided he was worth sleeping with.” Yena explains, her expression slightly wounded when she looks over at you, and your small sour attitude dissipates, your face softening.

“I’m sorry,” You whine, coming to stand next to the chair she’s sitting in. “In my defense–”

“You get no defense,” She huffs petulantly, and you gasp dramatically, squatting down so you’re around her level, squishing her cheeks with one hand, and turning her head to yours.

“I let you mooch off of my Hulu subscription like a little parasite, and this is how you repay me?” You whisper-yell indignantly, and Yena cracks a smile at that even though she rolls her eyes slightly. “Our symbiotic relationship consists of, among other things, you get my Hulu and I get your undying love and support.”

“That does not sound fair.” Yena laughs, and you shrug.

“Life isn’t fair. You agreed to these terms!” You exclaim, releasing her face with a flourish and walking back over to her bed, picking up a pair of cute flowy shorts and a short skirt in the same color. “Which of these should I wear?”

“You know what? I was going to say the shorts, but something is telling me to tell you to wear the skirt.” Yena muses, scrutinizing the skirt for a moment longer before giving a curt, affirmative nod and turning back around to finish up her makeup. You change out of your pajama pants and put on the skirt, turning this way and that in Yena’s full-length mirror before nodding in satisfaction. “So, who else knows besides me?”

“No one,” You reply casually, and Yena whips her head around to stare at you in shock.

“You’re telling me Haechan hasn’t run his big mouth to any of his friends? Jeno doesn’t even know?” She states incredulously, and you shake your head.

“Firstly, if Jeno knows, he hasn’t indicated it at all. Secondly, I feel like Haechan knows that if he tells anyone before I’m ready for people to know, the whole arrangement is off.” You explain, and Yena hums softly in acknowledgment.

“I see, I see,” She says thoughtfully. “So, how does it work? You two just…fuck whenever the other person wants? Isn’t that just friends with benefits?”

“Well–kinda… It started out as Haechan basically being my sex toy since he stole and hid mine–”

“He did what–”

“Long story,” You groan, waving a hand dismissively. “I’ll tell you that one later. Anyway, it started out like that, but then he started…initiating more.”

“So now you’re his sex toy too.” Yena finishes, and you pause in adjusting your breasts in your bra so your chest looks more flattering, frowning.

“I guess?” You reply pensively, and she purses her lips as if processing the situation.

“You should write a book about this; like a spicy little romance erotica novel!” She says excitedly, and you exhale loudly through your nose in amusement.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah! Like Stephen Chbosky.”

“The Perks of Being…what?”

“…The Perks of Being a Personal Pocket Pussy.” Yena says proudly, and you freeze in place again, staring at her as your lips quiver with amusement.

“First of all, I am just loving the alliteration moment. Second of all, I think that just set feminism back by at least five years.”

“Oh, come on!” Yena laughs. “He’s your sex toy, you’re his!”

“Yeah, but it sounds worse when I’m his, y’know?” You reply, grimacing. “If he’s mine, then it’s a cute little girlboss moment or whatever. If I’m his, then it’s just like…objectification.” You muse, Yena rolling her eyes at you and sticking her tongue out.

“I believe that’s called a double standard,” Yena teases, laughing when you send a playful glare her way. “Listen, though. I support you in all your chaotic, sexy little endeavors.”

“Really?” You ask, looking at her hopefully.

“I mean, why not, I guess, right?” She says with a chuckle and a shrug. “If you’re happy, then so am I.”

“I am happy,” You confirm, and she nods resolutely.

“Now, is this…arrangement exclusive?” She asks, and you cock your head to the side in thought.

“We never discussed it, actually, but I would assume… no?” You answer carefully. “I would hope not, at least, because Jaehyun’s gonna be at the party tonight, and he is so goddamned attractive.” You sigh dreamily, and Yena snickers.

“Of course he’s gonna be there; it’s his frat and he lives there,” She reminds you, and you make a mocking face back at her.

“Okay, know it all,” You huff under your breath, and the flick to the back of your head tells you she heard you. “Hey! I know where you sleep.” You warn her, pointing at her bed with wide, crazy eyes.

“I know where you sleep, too,” She snorts in amusement, and you echo her words in a mocking voice under your breath, squealing when she lunges in your direction. She chases you out of her room, both of you too caught up in the excitement to realize that Haechan and Jeno were just leaving their rooms, and you crash directly into Jeno. You bounce off of him slightly only to be slammed right back into his frame as Yena crashes directly into you, failing to process the situation and stop on time.

You two groan in pain, rubbing various sore spots on your bodies (you won’t show it in front of everyone else, but your right breast is aching a bit from the collision, so you make a note to check on it later) as Haechan snickers and Jeno looks at you both with a concerned expression.

“I didn’t even see you guys,” Jeno says apologetically, and you both wave him off with (slightly pained) smiles.

“It’s fine, Jeno. At least you didn’t laugh,” You answer, shooting Haechan a glare as he stands slightly to the side of and behind Jeno, the male’s only response a suggestive wiggle of his brows and a wink that he follows up with a pucker of his lips when all he gets in response from you is narrowed eyes and an unimpressed stare.

“I’m just a simple guy who can’t help but appreciate all of life’s comedic moments,” Haechan defends himself, and you roll your eyes, still angling yourself away to hide your growing smile because you’ve given him a once over and he looks good, donning a long-sleeved black turtleneck, black frayed skinny jeans, and a black leather jacket, his pink hair styled off his forehead in a deliberately tousled look.

“You should’ve stopped after ‘I’m a simple guy,’” You counter, having recovered enough from your private fawning session to look Haechan square in the eyes. “Because that’s true. You are simple.” You finish, smiling innocently when his brows raise, the male giving you a challenging look that you wish he wouldn’t give you in public because now you’re feeling a lot less like butting heads and a lot more like…bumping uglies.

He must notice the effect his look has on you, because he chuckles softly, pressing his tongue in his cheek—hot, you think with an internal whine of despair—and eying you up and down slowly, remaining frustratingly neutral when he’s done with his observation.

You’re about to huff and puff and whine a bit—it’s not like you put on this short skirt and cute low-cut black blouse because you look perfectly neutral in it, after all—but when you pass by Haechan on your way to grab your jacket and put on your shoes by the front door, Haechan comes up behind you and smacks your ass lightly, his hand lingering to cop a feel, blatantly squeezing the flesh of your asscheek.

“You look fucking hot,” He murmurs lowly in your ear, the mint of his toothpaste mixing with the smell of his cologne to surround you with a scent palette that has your eyes glazing over, your mind already fogging with lust. “Seriously; you look incredible.”

“Thank you,” You reply as casually as you can manage given that the inner you is doing an aggressive victory dance complete with the Running Man, the Funky Chicken, and several other dances you wouldn’t dare do in public. “You look pretty good yourself.”

“Yeah?” He whispers, lips brushing your ear as you two hang back slightly, letting Yena and Jeno put their shoes and jackets on first. “Couldn’t tell from the way you were practically drooling over me a minute ago.”

“I was not drooling!” You whisper-snap, and he snickers, fingers dancing up the back of your thigh, slipping under your skirt to snap the band of your underwear against your skin, relishing the quiet yelp you just barely manage to conceal. You shoot him a displeased sideways glance, and he just chuckles again, nipping gently at the shell of your ear before moving back entirely, gesturing for you to walk forward to get ready to leave.

You oblige, swallowing thickly in an attempt to hide your shudder as a thrill of excitement rushes through you.

“I asked my magic 8 ball if tonight was going to be fun, and it said ‘most definitely,’” Jeno says cheerily as you four exit your apartment and head towards the elevators.

“Where did you get a magic 8 ball?” You ask curiously, and Jeno looks over at you with a questioning expression.

“The campus store!”

“…Don’t tell me you spent actual money on that.” You reply, dreading his response as the college stores are known to gouge prices.

“It was only twenty dollars! The guy said it was on sale,” Jeno answers proudly, and you reach over to pat his arm sympathetically.

“We’re going to return that tomorrow and get you your money back.”

“Was it that bad of a purchase?” He asks, frowning slightly, and you wince slightly, rubbing his arm (which is ridiculously firm; you suppose the protein shakes and his frequent gym trips are really paying off) comfortingly.

“That magic 8 ball is about as accurate as I would be if I performed open heart surgery right now.”

“…That doesn’t sound very accurate at all,” Jeno points out worriedly.

You nod, patting his arm once more. “That’s the point.”

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Haechan is not having a good time.

“I hate watching her put the moves on Jaehyun,” Haechan mutters through gritted teeth as he watches you from across the room, Jaehyun laughing at something you’ve just animatedly said to him.

“Are you mad because she’s putting the moves on him or because it’s working?” Yangyang asks, sounding mildly impressed as he watches Jaehyun watching you, one of the first people to have his full attention all night.

“What? I’m not mad.” Haechan huffs, and Yangyang shoots him a funny look.

“You just said–”

“I’m not mad,” Haechan insists, and Yangyang gives him a very long side-eye.

“But you just destroyed that cup…” Yangyang points at Haechan’s hand to show that the cup Haechan was holding is now crushed in his fist, the pinkish-orange liquid now dropping from his hand and into the same-colored puddle on the floor. Thankfully, no one’s really over where the two of them are, Haechan and Yangyang in a corner of the kitchen that isn’t really heavily populated.

“Whatever.” Haechan mumbles bitterly, flinging his cup in the sink and rinsing his hand off, stalking off towards you but not to you.

“But I’m gonna have to clean—that…” Yangyang trails off, sighing as his duty as a fraternity pledge comes into play. He’s about to go find the mop when he catches your eye and returns the excited wave you give him. Yangyang watches as you say goodbye to Jaehyun and make a beeline for him, Haechan trailing slightly behind you like a lost puppy.

“Hey!” You chirp when you’re in earshot, giving him a warm smile.

“Hey! What’s up?” Yangyang greets you, stopping you as you move in for a hug. “Look out, there’s jungle juice on the floor.”

“Oh, ew, what the fuck?” You mumble in disgust, stepping past the puddle to hug Yangyang the way you wanted to.

“Yeah, what the fuck…so gross…who would do that…” Haechan echoes, and you look between him and Yangyang in confusion as the latter stares blankly and pointedly at the former, who’s doing everything in his power to avoid meeting Yangyang’s gaze.

“…Weird.” You mutter, making a face. “Anyway, what’s new, bubble guts?” You ask Yangyang with a cheeky grin before starting to laugh, and Haechan looks between the two of you, bewildered, as Yangyang groans before he bursts into laughter, narrowing his eyes at you.

“Bub-Bubble guts?” Haechan splutters, and Yangyang groans loudly. “Is this about–how does she–how do you know about that?” He asks you, baffled, and you try to recover from your laughing fit enough to answer him, but Yangyang covers for you.

“You know the other day when I posted on my Instagram story about having diarrhea?” Yangyang explains, and Haechan chuckles at the memory.

“Yeah…that was funny.” He reminisces, and Yangyang rolls his eyes.

“Well, I swiped up because I noticed that it was public instead of Close Friends and figured he meant to post it privately—”

“I did,” Yangyang confirms.

“–And apparently, I was the only person who did,” You explain.

“She also brought me Tums and food for my stomach,” Yangyang recalls fondly, squeezing you in a tight side-hug that makes you squeak from the air being forced out of you. “So she can call me bubble guts…ideally, not around other people,” He says with a pointed stare in your direction which you deliberately don’t return.

“I’m special.” You smile proudly, and squeeze Yangyang’s arm before you pull away. “I wanna get a drink, but I’ll see you around?” You ask, and they nod, waving goodbye as you head towards the frat brothers manning the jungle juice and get a large cup—the amount, Haechan notes with an inward growl, that frat brothers give to the prettier girls—before heading off into the crowd of people.

“…She’s special?” Haechan says to Yangyang, his tone suspiciously level, and Yangyang rolls his eyes.

“You didn’t tell me I posted that picture to the wrong story.” He points out, and Haechan waves him off dismissively.

“Do you like her?” Haechan rounds on Yangyang, and Yangyang presses a finger to Haechan’s chest, pushing him back slowly.

“Relax. I don’t have a death wish.” Yangyang chuckles, and Haechan just stares at him until he rolls his eyes. “I don’t like her.” He says seriously, and Haechan relaxes. “She’s gorgeous and I’d probably go for her if you weren’t so insane–”

“What?!”

“–But I respect dibs at the end of the day.” Yangyang assures Haechan, patting his chest comfortingly. “Now move, I have to mop up this juice you spilled.”

Haechan shuffles away from Yangyang, getting a cup of jungle juice from one of the frat brothers at the counter and taking a gulp before he can dwell on the taste.

Instead of sulking all night, Haechan thinks to himself, he’s just going to make himself the only person on your mind tonight.

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You’re making your way through the throng of dancing bodies to find Yena, the alcohol trickling into your system as a delightful buzz starts to spread through your head and body, when someone calls your name and you turn to look, seeing Haechan standing there with a cocky little smirk in the middle of the mass of people swaying and grinding to the music.

“Dance with me,” He says. It’s not a request. You raise an eyebrow, stepping closer, and match his smile, cocking your head to the side.

“Why would I do that?” You ask curiously, and he chuckles, doing that frustratingly attractive tongue-in-cheek thing you like, and reaches out, curling his fingers into the waistband of your skirt and tugging you closer to him, only stopping when you’re flush against him, his hands sliding to grasp your hips and bring them up against his.

“Because you want to.” He answers, his slightly slower and lower way of speaking clueing you in to the fact that he, too, is feeling the effects of alcohol, his hands sliding around your hips to lock behind your back, entwined fingers resting against the small of your back, pinky fingers ghosting against the minuscule sliver of skin between your shirt and skirt.

He’s right—you do want to dance with him. You throw caution to the wind, decide that tonight is a good enough night for Jeno and other friends to find out about your arrangement, and step fully into his embrace, your arms reaching up to lock around his neck as you look up at him with a beguiling little grin.

“Okay,” You say simply, and you two start to move to whatever song is playing—you can’t tell and, truthfully, you really don’t care—amongst everyone else. You’re not sure if it’s the alcohol, his outfit, or something else entirely, but Haechan is proving to be even harder to resist than usual, your resolve weakening as his fingers unlock and splay against your back, slipping half of his hands under your shirt and stroking along your bare back in hypnotic little movements and patterns that have your mind fogging up even more, now with lust in addition to the alcohol in your system.

His lips press against your neck, smiling against your skin when you hum softly in appreciation, and starts to press slow kisses up and down your neck, nipping gently at your earlobe when he reaches it. You crane your head to the side to allow him better access, and your fingers slide up to lock in his hair, gently tugging the locks at the nape of his neck and scratching his scalp. You’re distantly aware of the gradual dampening of the seat of your underwear as your arousal starts to leak from your core, and the way your mind is slowly forgetting everything that isn’t revolving around the male in front of you whose fingers are winding you up slowly but surely.

“Pretty girl,” Haechan murmurs, and you look at him, the warmth of desire radiating out from the apex of your thighs at his intense gaze in your eyes, and think, fuck it, leaning up to connect your mouths. He lets out a pleased grunt and kisses you back, gliding his tongue along your bottom lip before nipping at it gently and tugging it away from you, letting it slip back into place when he releases it. You whine at the sensation, and he chuckles softly. “You like that, yeah?” He murmurs into the kiss, and you nod with another hum, smiling when he bites down on your bottom lip again, sucking it into his mouth and running his tongue over it, and releases it again in favor of guiding his tongue between your parted lips and into your mouth.

His tongue strokes at yours slowly, languidly, and his hands pull you closer to him, moving down to rest on your hips just over your skirt’s waistband, thumbs dipping under the fabric and curling to hook the fabric. His newfound grip established, he uses it to guide you against him, pressing your hips into his, pushing you against him a bit more firmly so you feel his length starting to stir in his pants, and pulling you back to leave you with nothing and a growing desperation to return to him.

You catch onto the rhythm quickly, eagerly rolling your hips against him, and he groans into the kiss with such unbridled desire that it only thickens the fog in your head, urging you to pull him closer to you eagerly, his step forward sending you two stumbling back slightly and into the back of Doyoung, an upperclassman who is less than pleased with the intrusion.

“Can you two get a room? I don’t want to be the surface you two have sex against.” He scrunches his face up and grimaces, snapping you back into reality to realize that, unfortunately, you cannot keep this up with Haechan right now, because you know all too well that you two will end up fucking, and it’ll probably be right here if Haechan has anything to say about it.

“Haechan,” You mumble against his lips as he leans back in without a care for what Doyoung’s said, and he hums in acknowledgment before flicking at your top lip with the tip of his tongue. “I’m thirsty,” You mutter, and he exhales in a small disappointed sigh before slowly extracting himself from you, nipping at your bottom lip once more.

“Go ahead,” He murmurs, jerking his chin in the direction of the kitchen, and you nod before turning and making your way towards the drinks, taking the walk over as some time to calm yourself down with slow, deep breaths.

You have a funny little feeling, however, that Haechan isn’t quite finished with you yet.

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After managing to calm yourself down somewhat in the bathroom, you head back downstairs to the living room in search of someone you actually know. As you walk past the couches, you hear Haechan call your name again, making you swallow thickly in anticipation before walking towards his voice. You lock eyes with Haechan, who’s sitting on the couch beside some people you don’t really know all that well, as you walk over to him, and he’s reaching out for your hand as you step over people’s propped-up legs, steadying you as you wobble slightly in your attempts to get to him. His hand doesn’t release yours, waiting until your path to him is clear before pulling you closer and onto his lap, grinning smugly as you make a noise of surprise before plopping down ungracefully on him.

“Thanks,” You gripe sarcastically, moving to get up and wiggle yourself between him and the person next to him, but he wraps his arm around your waist, holding you in place, and positions you so you’re sitting sideways on his lap, your legs hanging over his.

“How’s my pretty girl feeling?” Haechan murmurs in your ear, his lips brushing your lobe, and you squirm in his lap, the time you spent trying to calm down from him proving to be useless as you find yourself flustered all over again.

“Stop,” You whine, frowning petulantly, “I know you know what that does to me.”

“I do know exactly what it does to you,” He purrs in agreement, leaning in closer to you and squeezing your thigh, “pretty girl.” You shudder at the feeling of his warm breath fanning over your ear and neck, and he snickers in a sort of amused satisfaction.

“Fine,” You huff, readjusting yourself so you’re more comfortable on his lap. “Two can play at that game.”

“Oh, yeah?” He looks up at you with an amused smirk, and you nod before smiling angelically at him.

“Yeah. Pass me your cup?” You hum, and he does so without a second thought, the cup mostly empty but still holding a couple of gulps of…something…that you take a sip of, the clumsily mixed cocktail surprisingly sweet as the taste of it lingers on your tongue after you swallow. “What a good boy,” You coo affectionately, your hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck, and he stiffens, a shudder leaving him as his eyes roll back into his head, refocusing on your smug little grin.

“Oh, you’re evil,” He chuckles, and you smile wickedly.

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Haechan doesn’t let up on you at all, one hand rubbing up and down on your thigh closest to him, fingers slipping an inch or so too high or between your legs far too often for it to be an accident, and his lips are practically glued to your neck at this point, pressing kiss after kiss and even sucking gently.

“Fuck,” You whisper under your breath as that familiar feeling of warmth pooling in your underwear returns, your core starting to clench in anticipation as he mouths at your neck and gropes at your thighs with a determination that only makes you desire him more.

“So pretty,” He murmurs against your skin, smiling. “Such a pretty, pretty girl.” The praise and the pet name that he knows you love both flood your mind with desire, your common sense nowhere to be found as he keeps kissing, stroking, and purring. “Pretty, pretty, pretty,” He groans, and your attempts to withhold your moans fail as one slips out.

“God, Haechan, in a minute I’m gonna start thinking you actually wanna fuck me right now.” You mumble in a daze, and he pulls away from your neck and stares you directly in the eyes with his eyebrows raised expectantly. “…Oh.”

“Yeah.” Haechan matches your tone, his hand slipping between your legs again and lingering to massage your inner thigh. You look around to make sure no one’s watching before pushing his hand up your leg slightly so his hand disappears under your skirt. You smile innocently when his gaze turns playful, and he sneaks his hand up higher, the side of his hand brushing against the seat of your underwear, his fingers digging into your thigh as he feels the damp warmth of the fabric. “Fuck, pretty girl.” He hisses in surprise, and you can feel yourself clenching involuntarily as he covers your neck with wet, open-mouthed kisses.

“Haechan,” You whine lowly, and he hums against your skin questioningly. “Let’s go,” You urge him, waiting for him to pull back and look at you in confusion to jerk your head towards the stairs leading up to the bedrooms and bathroom. “Let’s go,” You stress, and his eyes widen in understanding, quickly helping you to a standing position and lacing his fingers with yours, guiding you away from the couches in search of somewhere for you two to go.

You two hurry out of the living room and head upstairs, stopping in the hallway and looking around for any sign of where you could go. You’re about to pull Haechan in the direction of where you remember the bedrooms to be when you bump directly into Johnny, who steadies you with a laugh. Haechan’s grip on your hand tightens slightly before he’s pulling you closer to him as he smiles tightly at Johnny in greeting.

“Johnny, which way are the bedrooms?” You ask, stepping on Haechan’s foot surreptitiously and shooting him a warning glance.

“They’re that way,” Johnny replies good-naturedly, jerking a thumb over his shoulder, his easy answer confusing you slightly.

“You’re not drunk,” You note in surprise, and he grins, shaking his head.

“I’m in charge of making sure everyone’s good tonight,” He informs you, and you nod thoughtfully.

“Sucks.” You say honestly, and Johnny chuckles, shrugging and nodding in agreement.

“It’s not that bad, but…yeah.” He answers. “Do me a favor and don’t go in my room, alright? One at the end of the hallway on the right. Everyone else’s room is fair game.” He murmurs conspiratorially to you two, and you laugh, nodding agreement. “Have fun!” He calls after you two as Haechan pulls you in the direction of the bedrooms.

“You were rude,” You whisper to Haechan as you try two doors, finding the first one locked and the other one housing two people with the same idea as you and Haechan.

“You didn’t see how he looked at you,” Haechan grumbles back, and you roll your eyes, trying another door and, upon its opening and revealing no one inside, tug Haechan inside.

“Were you jealous?” You tease as he hits the light switch, bathing the room in warm lighting, and he huffs, shutting the door and pushing you up against it, leaning in to kiss along your jaw and down your neck.

“Yes,” He admits plainly, and you let out a shocked laugh at his quick response.

“I don’t care how he looked at me, Haechan,” You inform him, and he pulls back to look at you skeptically. “I care how you’re gonna get me off, though.” You say with a cheeky smile, and he chuckles, his hands dropping to your hips and pulling you in for a kiss.

“Pretty girl wants to cum, yeah?” He mutters, grinning as his hands hike up your skirt, one hand immediately cupping between your legs and letting you grind down onto his palm. “I can do that for you,” He grunts, sucking wetly at the skin of your chest before pushing your breasts up and together and burying his face in between them, sucking and licking at the fleshy mounds. Your head drops back against the door, your eyes scanning the room absentmindedly as Haechan busies himself with your breasts, and they scan over a certificate on the wall that makes you gasp, pushing at Haechan’s shoulders once, then more forcefully when he groans and presses himself against you harder. “What?” He whines, and you turn his head in the direction of the certificate.

“This is Taeil’s room,” You point out, frowning, and he groans, pulling away from you and taking your hand to lead you out of the room.

“Taeil’s cool.” He admits, and you nod, glad he was able to see reason. He pulls you into the next bedroom and turns the light on, a cursory glance around the room making him chuckle mischievously as he shuts the door behind you both and pushes you further into the room, waiting until you’re close enough to grab your hips, lift you slightly, and toss you onto the bed. “This one,” He chuckles, climbing on top of you and kneeling between your parted legs, “is Doyoung’s room.”

“…Good,” You grin wickedly, thinking back to how harsh he was to you two earlier, and he groans happily, leaning down to kiss you.

“God, that’s hot,” He murmurs against your lips, and you smile, nipping at his bottom lip.

“Y’know what?” Haechan hums, sitting up suddenly and moving to sit next to you on Doyoung’s bed, patting his lap invitingly. “C’mere, pretty girl.” He urges, and you comply, moving to straddle his lap, only for him to stop you and twirl his finger in a circle. “Other way, baby.” Confused, you turn around so your back is to him, yelping in surprise when he pulls you back so you’re sitting between his legs and delivers two quick slaps to your inner thighs so you’ll spread them. “There we go,” He grunts, running his hands up from your thighs to your clothed core, one hand stopping there and the other sliding up your shirt to cup your breast.

“Haechan,” You breathe shakily, and he turns his head in towards your neck and attacks on all fronts at the same time; his lips latch onto the space between your neck and shoulder, sucking wetly, his hand squeezes your breast, thumb and index finding your nipple and pinching it teasingly, and his knuckles pinch your clit, twisting just enough to elicit a gasp from you.

“Wanted to do this since I saw you in this little skirt before we left,” Haechan grunts. “Then you looked so pretty sitting on my lap—couldn’t help myself,” He coos, and you moan weakly, your head lolling to the side. Haechan takes the opportunity immediately, his lips exploring more of your neck as he sucks and licks and you realize he’s probably going to leave some sort of a mark.

His hand retracts from your underwear and swats at your inner thigh again. “Take them off,” He instructs, tugging at the waistband of the undergarment, and you shimmy them down your legs, balling the damp fabric in your fist. “No, no–give them to me,” He urges, digging them out of your hand, and you watch as they move behind you, your head turning just in time to catch Haechan’s tongue dragging up the seat of your underwear, slick with your arousal.

“Oh, my God,” You gasp, both scandalized and unexpectedly turned on. “Haechan, that’s–” You’re at a loss for words, mesmerized by the sight of Haechan’s tongue flicking along your underwear, the male locking eyes with you before bunching the seat up and pushing it into his mouth, a shocked squeal leaving you before you can process it. The sight before you feels so wrong, Haechan sucking on your underwear, not to mention the lewd noises of sucking, grunting, and groaning that he lets out, his hand on your thigh pushing back up your leg to rub two fingers against your folds, wet noises sounding out from between your legs as he manipulates your folds, slick coating his fingers.

His fingers push into you without a moment’s notice, evoking a sharp whine from you when he’s knuckles-deep inside of you and curls, hooking his fingers into your g-spot and starting to thrust them in and out of you. He pulls your underwear from his mouth, placing the fabric, now damp with his saliva in addition to your arousal, on the bed beside both of you before speeding up his pace, now finger-fucking you diligently.

“Haechan, please,” You cry, nails digging into his arm as his fingers piston in and out of your core, wet noises of skin-on-skin filling the room as his hand meets your slick skin repeatedly.

“Y’know, I didn’t lock the door,” Haechan murmurs in your ear with an audible wicked grin, and you move to close your legs reflexively only for him to lock your legs with his so your legs are spread wide. “Anyone could walk in right now.” He coos, and you whine in protest, your legs struggling to close. “Doyoung could walk in and see me finger-fucking you…watch your messy pussy leak all over his bedsheets. How does that sound?” Haechan purrs, and you shake your head, heat flaring in your face as the thought brings a wave of embarrassment over you.

“No? Maybe Johnny could walk in; we already know he likes looking at my pretty girl,” He pants, nipping at the shell of your ear, a low whine leaving you as the pet name sinks in. “I bet he’d like seeing my pretty girl’s pretty fucking pussy, wouldn’t he?”

“Haechan,” You whimper, at an utter loss for words as the prospect of being caught and watched fills you with shame and a thrill you never anticipated. “Please,” You plead, not even knowing what you’re asking for at this point.

“No,” He answers simply, and you slacken against his body, your hips moving against his hand involuntarily. “That doesn’t sound good to you, pretty girl? What about Jaehyun?” Haechan presses, and if you had your wits about you, you definitely would have noticed the venom with which he spits the older male’s name. “What if he walked in and saw me nice and deep in your tight, wet pussy? Hm? What if I spread you open nice and wide to give him a good look at you?” He persists, and your head falls back onto his shoulder in exhaustion, his fingers bringing you right to the edge of your climax. “He could look, but he could never fucking touch,” Haechan snaps, and your peak hits, your eyes rolling back into your head as his fingers keep fucking in and out of you, the ball of his palm massaging your clit roughly and only heightening your pleasure.

Haechan’s name parts your lips with a cry as you breathlessly moan his name repeatedly, swears and pleas for something you can’t even put into words falling from your mouth as powerful waves of pleasure course all throughout your body.

“You’re so good,” Haechan says soothingly, none of the animosity from a moment ago present now as he kisses at your cheek and neck sweetly, cooing fond praises as you come down from your high. “Did such a good job,” He assures you, and you go limp against him, the relief almost too much to bear.

“Haechan,” You pant once you’ve come down from your climax.

“Yes, pretty girl?”

“I need to suck your dick,” You state plainly, and he stills behind you.

“No.”

“What?” You ask, baffled as you whip your head around to look at him, and he urges you out of his lap, pushing you down so your ass is in the air and you’re on your knees and forearms.

“No,” He repeats, the sound of his belt unbuckling angering you at how casually he’s rebuffing you, and you move to sit up and glare at him, but he shoves you back down forcefully, leaning over you so his chest is against your back and his lips are at your ear. “Don’t try it.”

“That’s not fair,” You whine, flipping onto your back and wrapping your legs around his waist. His eyes practically bulge out of his head, and you give him your best pleading eyes, even pouting slightly for the effect. Is it making some internal part of you want to shrivel up and wither away? Yes. Is it working? Based on his tortured expression, you’d say yes. “Please? Just wanna suck you off,” You ask sweetly.

“Pretty girl,” He warns, leaning down so you two are face to face. “I genuinely will not last if you suck me off, and then I can’t fuck you.”

“So? Let me suck you off,” You coo, flicking his bottom lip with your tongue. “You can finish in my mouth,” You lilt, and that must hit a nerve, because he grabs your chin, squeezing your cheeks until your mouth opens.

“Tongue out.” He orders, and you comply, your tongue lolling out. “What a pretty girl,” He admires you, stroking your cheek gently. “My pretty, pretty girl. Keep that tongue out, okay?” He says, voice softer, and you nod, eyes widening when he leans over you and lets a trail of spit drip from his lips down to yours. It lands on your tongue and you whimper when it slides back into your throat. “You didn’t swallow yet?” He asks curiously, and you shake your head, tongue still out. “Good girl,” He purrs, and you whine, finally starting to understand why he likes that so much. “Swallow, baby.” He says, and you do, gasping when he flips you back over onto your front, moving you around until you’re in the same position you were in before.

“Haechan!” You complain, groaning and huffing and whining. “Haechan, it’s starting to get embarrassing to beg you like this.” You grumble, and he chuckles breathlessly.

“Oh, yeah? Then, pretty girl,” He murmurs, bending back over you and pressing soft kisses to your cheek. At your hum of acknowledgment, he presses the head of his length against your core, rubbing the tip up and down to coat it in your arousal. “You can always stop begging.” He says with an air of finality, and thrusts into you, his length pushing into you all the way as you gasp loudly, fingers grabbing at the bedspread for some sort of thing to hold.

He grips your hips tightly and starts to thrust into you with powerful, rough strokes, building up a quick, brutal pace as his cock pumps into you.

“Feels good, yeah?” He groans, and you nod vigorously, provoking Haechan to chuckle. “You’re mine, right? All mine?”

“Yes,” You whimper, actually managing to speak. “All yours.”

“Who’s making you feel so good, pretty?” Haechan coaxes the reaction he wants out of you with powerful, direct thrusts, and you’re keening into the mattress.

“You, Haechan, please–” You gasp, rocking back onto him desperately, and he groans at your blatant need for him, his ego swelling.

“Not Jaehyun?” He urges.

“No–”

“Not Johnny?”

“Wh–no?”

“Not Yangyang?”

“Haechan–”

“You’re all mine?”

“Yes, Haechan, baby, please–” You beg, and his mind reels at the pet name, his thrusts picking up in speed as he presses down on the small of your back, deepening your arch. It doesn’t even take long for him to fuck you into stupidity, mindless babbling spilling from your lips as he drives his length into you.

“Did I fuck the thoughts out of your pretty little head already, pretty girl?” Haechan grunts, and you keen into the mattress, pushing back to meet his thrusts eagerly. “Answer me,” He urges, and you nod vigorously, glad he can’t see your face as you’re lying there slack-jawed with your eyes heavy-lidded and glazed over with desire.

“Mhm,” You mumble, barely able to say anything else, and Haechan chuckles breathlessly, kneading your asscheeks as he fucks you harder, one hand reaching around you to play with your clit, rubbing it and tweaking it between his fingers as you jolt away in surprise. “F-Fuck,” You cry, and Haechan speeds up the circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves, not even fully aware of the mess he’s making of you as arousal smears all over your thighs and saliva drips from your open mouth onto the navy blue bedspread, making a small, round, circular stain. “G-Gonna–” You gasp, and he hums in acknowledgment, still thrusting into you powerfully.

“Me too, pretty girl,” He grunts, and you whine into the mattress, sniffling as tears of pleasure prick at the corners of your eyes. “You want that? Want my cum filling you up?”

“Yes,” You cry out, and he groans, mumbling an assent.

“Gonna fill you so good, pretty girl. Make you all mine.” He pants, and soon enough, you’re both climaxing with a series of grunts from him and moans from you, neither of you making a bit of sense as you ride out your highs and slowly, gradually come down, Haechan’s hips stilling when he’s fully sheathed inside of you.

He stays there until he’s caught his breath before pulling out of you carefully, smirking when a mix of your releases drips from your core onto the bedspread. “Did so well,” Haechan grunts, pulling you from your position and into his arms.

“Haechan?” You mumble, feeling utterly spent, and he hums fondly, stroking your back soothingly. “Can I please suck you off later?”

“Still on that, pretty girl?” He chuckles tiredly, and you nod, preparing to whine again, but he shushes you. “Fine; but we’re gonna have to do that back at home, because if Doyoung finds us in here, he’ll kill us.”

“Deal.”

(Haechan keeps his promise, the two of you leaving the party before Yena and Jeno can make it back and taking a very hot, very steamy shower together where he lets you suck him off to your heart’s content, completely unprepared for when you make him cum so hard he can barely stop, begging you to slow down between grunts but your eyes, bright with mischief, just watch him fall apart with glee until you’ve practically milked him dry. Sinking down to sit beside your kneeling form on the shower floor, Haechan can barely breathe out a, “What was that for?”

You smile, wiping your mouth. “Payback.”

Haechan thinks that you might just end up being the death of him.)

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haechan [12:53] you’re coming to lunch right?

you [12:54] yep when i get out of class in 6 mins

haechan [12:54] cool can we walk over together then?

you [12:55] sure! do you want me to meet you outside of your class?

haechan [12:55] no need I’m already outside of your class

You tilt your head to the side in confusion at that, craning your head to look at the window on the classroom door and you see a tuft of pink hair you’d recognize anywhere before Haechan’s head peeks into the frame, making eye contact with you briefly and raising his eyebrows before moving back out of sight.

you [12:57] omg…you’re like a stalker…

haechan [12:58] simply be less cute and i wouldn’t stalk you, pretty girl

Your eyes widen at the pet name tacked onto the end of the text, Haechan’s joking message affecting you far more than you expected. You’re so frazzled by his casual tossing in of the term of endearment that you don’t even hear when your professor concludes class, only snapping out of your fuzzy little haze when the person behind you stands up and upsets their chair in the process, the loud noise jolting you back to reality.

You pack up your things and make your way out of your class, bidding your professor a goodbye before leaving the classroom, immediately spotting Haechan slightly to the side of the door and walking towards him. You’re astonished at how attractive he looks in such casual clothing, the male wearing sneakers, jeans and a regular black t-shirt with his bag slung over his shoulder. His hair’s messy, giving you the sense he didn’t wake up with time to style it today, and he yawns before he looks up from his phone and makes eye contact with you, his disposition immediately brightening somewhat despite his overall sleepy appearance.

“Hi, pretty.” He greets you with a lopsided grin, and you narrow your eyes at him.

“You can’t call me that in public,” You reply, trying to keep your serious expression on your face in favor of the smile that threatens to appear. “Hi,” You add as an afterthought, turning and walking towards the food court where you, Haechan, Yena, and Jeno are supposed to meet for your “roommate bonding” lunch, as Yena so eagerly calls it.

He chuckles, falling into step beside you, and nudges you with his elbow. “I didn’t call you the full thing,” He points out.

“So?”

“So,” He presses, “I can call you pretty. Now, if I’d called you pretty girl–” Haechan leans over so his lips are right by your ear, the sudden warmth of his breath tickling your neck as his lips graze the shell of your ear, and snickers when you make a squeak of surprise and push him away slightly– “I could see why I shouldn’t call you that in public.”

“You’re a menace,” You groan even as you laugh, and he grins widely, reaching over and plucking your bag off your shoulder. “What are you doing?”

“…I’m holding your bag.” He replies, looking at you like you’re an idiot.

“…I know that.”

“…Then why did you ask me?”

“Why are you holding my bag?” You try again, and he shrugs.

“Felt like it.” He answers, and you make a suspicious face, prompting him to raise his hands defensively. “I can’t do nice things for you?”

“I guess you can…” You hum thoughtfully, and he mocks your cadence with a teasing hum, laughing when you act like you’re going to shove him. The food court comes into view and, from where you two are, you spot a table that appears to be empty and point to it. “That one?” You ask, and he shrugs, following after you as you make a beeline for the spot, successfully claiming it.

He sits across from you and pulls out his phone, turning it to show you the screen. “By the way…”

jeno [12:53] btw i can’t make it to our lunch today; we have a makeup class for missing last week

“He didn’t even text the group,” You mumble, mildly offended, and Haechan snickers lightly.

“You wanna text Yena and let her know you’re bailing on your scheduled lunch with her?” Haechan points out, and you wince.

“You’re right…the guilt tripping we would have had to endure–” You shudder along with Haechan at the thought. “What class does Jeno even have to make up?”

“…I have no clue,” Haechan mumbles, surprised.

“What does Jeno even major in? What does he do here? How do I not know this about him?” You ask, mildly put out as you realize that you don’t know much of anything about your roommate’s studies.

“Jeno basically majors in vibes at this point,” Haechan jokes, making you laugh and move to nudge his sneaker with your shoe.

“I feel like I really should know what he majors in, though.” You huff, brows furrowing as you think about it. “I bet Yena knows—as a matter of fact, where is Yena?” You mumble in confusion, pulling your phone out to text her.

you [13:09] yenaaaaaa my love my light where are you

yena <3 [13:10] heyyyyy :)

you [13:12] …what’s wrong 🤨

yena <3 [13:13] wdym…

you [13:13] you never send hey with 5 y’s……

yena <3 [13:15] …okay i can’t make it to lunch 😩

you [13:15] NO WAY.

yena <3 [13:17] my professor opened up office hours right now and i have a paper due so i reaaaaaally need to talk to her :(

you [13:18] YOU A N D JENO BAILED NOW IT’S JUST ME AND HAECHAN!!

yena <3 [13:20] oh shit i’m sorry!!!! if i could come i would!!

you [13:21] ykw. Do Not Ever Put Me In A Situation

yena <3 [13:22] …a situation…where what…

you [13:22] wdym…

yena <3 [13:24] your text doesn’t finish…don’t ever put you in a situation …where what

you [13:25] it sent fully. i said what i said. i’ll see you at home.

yena <3 [13:26] not the periods 😩 can you send a heart so i know you don’t hate me :(

you [13:26] …💖

“Bad news,” You sigh to Haechan, who looks up from his phone. “Yena also bailed.”

“Oh, yeah?” He runs his fingers through his hair, messing with it a bit, and refocuses his attention on you with a cheesy grin. “Looks like I have you all to myself.” He grins, and you roll your eyes as you lean over to fix his hair for him. Haechan leans forward obediently and you finger comb his hair into place, parting it so his forehead shows the way you like before you sit back in your seat.

“Looks like you do…” You reply apprehensively, and Haechan narrows his eyes at you.

“I’m not gonna attack you,” He huffs, glowering at you petulantly. “I am gonna suggest we go to the nicer food court, though. I want their fries.”

“I don’t have enough Meal Points for that food court,” You sigh dejectedly, and Haechan wiggles his brows at you with a grin.

“I do; it’s my treat.” He assures you, and you pause to think about it before deciding, fuck it, shrugging, and nodding in agreement, standing up.

“Okay, let’s go.” You say with a smile.

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“Hey, wanna know a secret?” You murmur conspiratorially to Haechan, who’s sitting next to you eating his burger. He nods, leaning closer to you, and you jerk your chin in the direction of a guy getting soda from the soft drink dispenser. “That’s the dude I was telling Jeno about that day; the one who wasn’t really good in bed.”

“Oh, shit, really?” Haechan mumbles, immediately sitting up and puffing his chest out slightly, inadvertently making you snort with laughter. “Mr. Clitphobe.” He sneers in his direction, and you freeze, the corners of your lips twitching.

“…The what?”

“The clitphobe! He’s clitphobic,” Haechan explains, sparing you a glance to see the beginnings of a smile on your face. “Is that a smile I see?”

“…Legally, I feel like I should give credit where it’s due,” You say, giving up on restraining your laughter. “That was funny and kinda clever.”

Haechan blinks at you, stunned, before grinning proudly. “Feels like Gordon Ramsey himself just complimented my cooking.”

“One, melting cheese onto anything you can get your hands on in the fridge doesn’t exactly qualify as cooking,” You chuckle, and he makes a face at you as he puts fries in his mouth. “Two, Gordon Ramsey is a master chef…are you implying I’m a master comic?” You ask skeptically.

“One, it’s cuisine.” Haechan shoots you a teasing glare. “I wouldn’t expect you to understand. Two, no, you’re not that funny,” He continues, barely dodging the fry you throw at him with a laugh. “I just happen to care about your opinion.” His voice lowers to a bashful mumble, and you smile.

“I heard that. Glad my approval matters to you. Even more glad that you don’t have it,” You counter, and he rolls his eyes with a chuckle.

“Yeah, it’s kinda hot that you won’t give it to me,” He admits.

“Oh, yeah?” You ask, raising your brows.

“Yeah,” He agrees, leaning in close to your ear. “Makes me more determined.” He presses the quickest of kisses to your cheek, and you turn to him with a yelp. “Gotcha.” He seems so delighted with himself that you can’t even bring yourself to ruin it, instead scoffing with a smile as you take a sip of the milkshake Haechan got for you.

“Hey–” Haechan nudges you, confused as he stares at something ahead. “Am I seeing things or is that Mark with–”

“Heoni,” You gasp as you follow his gaze and spot the pair standing together at the smoothie section. “Oh, my God, I think they’re on a date.”

“Holy shit, Mark’s got game.” Haechan mumbles, surprised, and you swat at him lightly. “I just didn’t know!”

“Shh! They’re so cute together.” You coo fondly, and he watches them with you in silence, a pensive expression on his face when you turn to look at him. “What?”

“Let’s pretend we’re on a date,” Haechan suggests, and when your brows furrow, he continues, “I think it’d be fun!”

“I mean,” You start to push back, but as soon as he starts whining, you cave, not wanting him to make a scene. “Fine!” You groan, and he smiles widely, draping his arm around your shoulders. “Now what?”

“Now…we go get ice cream.” He says, looking over at you, and you barely even try to restrain your smile.

“…Fine.”

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“I knew you liked ice cream, but I didn’t know how much you liked ice cream.” Haechan chuckles, and you look at him with a confused frown.

“What does that mean?”

“You haven’t said a word since I got us these cones,” He points out, and you pause, thinking back and realizing the only words you said since you got the ice cream were, in fact, “Thank you.”

“I was…expressing my gratitude by sparing you the sound of my voice.” Your cover story doesn’t please Haechan, apparently, because he looks at you with a frown.

“I love your voice,” He says, staring at you with a surprisingly serious expression, and you blink, stunned.

“I will go back to talking, then,” You say carefully, and he nods resolutely, returning his attention to his ice cream cone. You look around the two of you, the scenic view of the park providing a pleasant setting for your afternoon strolling, and your eyes settle on a stand that hasn’t always been there. As a smile starts to form on your face, you turn to look at him and say, “Haechan?”

“Hm?” He replies, and you gesture at the event stand as you two get closer.

“What are your thoughts on roller skating?” You ask curiously, and Haechan shoots you a cocky little grin.

“I’m pretty good at ice skating, so I bet I’m good at roller skating. It’s less slippery ice skating, right?” He asks, and you shrug and nod.

“I suppose so. I like rollerblading better, but maybe they have those, too.” You answer, and, having reached the stand, you smile at the woman behind it. “Hello!”

“Hello,” She smiles warmly. “Are you two interested in roller skating today?”

“We sure are,” Haechan answers, his confidence shining through so brightly that it makes you turn your head to the side to conceal your snort of laughter.

“Great! Head on over there and we’ll get you sized and set up with some blades or skates.” She gestures to the side, and you head off in that direction dutifully.

After you two have received your blades and some protective gear, you sit on a nearby bench to get yourselves set up, and you notice, out of the corner of your eye, that Haechan is watching you lace your skates up with a smile so…fond…that it throws you off slightly. You give yourself a moment to compose yourself before turning your head to meet his gaze, now even more thrown off when he doesn’t look away.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You ask curiously, a smile forming on your face involuntarily.

“How am I looking at you?” Haechan’s smile curls into a slight smirk as he unabashedly studies you, and you look back down at your skates quickly, not able to handle more eye contact.

“Like you’re admiring me or something,” You mumble, finishing up your knot on your skate, and he chuckles, leaning over to you.

“Maybe because I am.” He kisses your cheek quickly, grinning widely when you jolt, clapping a hand to your face and glaring over at him, another damn smile curling your lips against your will.

“You’re too much,” You mutter to yourself, standing up from the bench and walking carefully from the grass to the concrete. Pushing off a foot tentatively, you beam to see that the skill hasn’t gone away, and you skate around in little circles while Haechan makes his way from the grass to the concrete.

“Um–” He blurts out, panicking as he immediately starts wobbling in every direction, and you burst out laughing before you can stop yourself, skating over and steadying him. “Holy shit.”

“What’s wrong, Haechan? Thought it was just less slippery ice skating?” You ask through your laughter which only doubles when you realize that Haechan is holding onto your arm for dear life.

“It’s not! It’s not at all!” He exclaims, and you have to put your hands on your knees to catch your breath from laughing at him, putting a hand out when he starts whining, “Don’t laugh at me!”

“I’m sorry—I am, I am sorry—but you’re killing me, please stop talking,” You pant, and he shuts up, glowering at you petulantly which only causes you to laugh again when you look up at him from your doubled-over position. This time, your laugh spurs one from him whether he likes it or not, both of you now laughing at the situation.

“You’re so mean,” He whines even through his laughter, and you contain the giggles that attempt to bubble out of you and manage to match his pout.

“I’m sorry,” You coo, still mocking his pout, and he narrows his eyes at you. “I’ll help you,” You offer, moving his hand from your arm to your hand and lacing your fingers together. “See?” You say, lifting your locked hands, and he looks at your hands with wide eyes before seeming to snap out of it and nodding at you.

In a matter of time, Haechan seems to get the hang of it, and you cheer at him, slapping your thigh because you can’t clap.

“Don’t let go, though!” He yelps when you move slightly, and you squeeze his hand comfortingly.

“I’m right here, Haechan. I won’t let go,” You reassure him, and he looks up from the ground at you with a softness to his gaze that has you averting yours.

You realize, with a jolt as you two skate together that fades into a soft realization, that you never planned to let go, nor do you want to. You look over at Haechan, who is, as usual, already looking at you, and scoff slightly, smiling as you roll your eyes.

“Pay attention.” You jerk your chin at the path ahead of you two and he squeezes your hand.

“I am.” Despite his words, you can feel that he hasn’t stopped looking at you, and resign yourself to being stared at. You two skate around for a bit, barely speaking yet comfortably silent, until Haechan squeezes your hand to get your attention and directs your attention to a small bench. You two head over and sit down, Haechan exhaling loudly in relief as he plops in the chair, and you snicker.

“Do you wanna head back soon?” You ask, and he looks at you like you’re his saving grace and, well, you guess you kind of are.

“Yes,” He answers desperately. “This date isn’t over, though. Not until I say so.”

“…That sounds ominous.” You joke, and he grins, leaning in close to your ear.

“Why? ‘Cause I might not end it ever?” He returns the playful energy, and you dodge his quick kiss you already anticipated and give him a brief kiss on his cheek in retaliation. His shocked gasp is everything to you and you grin widely, scrunching your nose at him.

“Gotcha.” You tease. “Let’s go get these skates off.”

Neither of you fully realize that from skating to sitting down to getting back to the stand, you never once let go of the other’s hand.

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You don’t think Haechan has ever looked so relieved to walk on his own two feet, and the thought makes you laugh to yourself, another glance at him revealing that, once again, he’s watching you, and you yank him to a stop with your grip on his hand, moving to stand in front of him.

“Can I help you?” You say finally, heat already rising to your face at the realization that this look isn’t entirely like the others, this gaze more intense and a bit more probing than the ones before it.

“What, I can’t look at you now?” He asks, voice significantly softer and more flirtatious than he’s been this whole time, and you splutter for a moment, bewildered as you look for a comeback.

“Not like that,” You eventually manage to counter, and he raises an eyebrow.

“Like what?”

“You know,” You complain, and he chuckles, reaching his free hand up to your face. “What are you–? Oh,” You mumble when his thumb gently brushes just above your cheekbone.

“Eyelash,” He explains, and you nod, still frozen, as he looks at your lash on his thumb for a second before blowing it away. “Made a wish.” He murmurs, and you realize in an instant just how close you two are, and how he’s leaning even closer, and your heart feels like it’s in your throat, and—

His lips are on yours, but he’s never kissed you like this before, so soft, gentle, tender, even. His hand comes back up to cup your cheek and strokes it with his thumb as your lips move against the other’s, and you clutch his shirt with your free hand, pulling him closer.

When you two finally break apart from the kiss, your mind is reeling, eyes glazed over as you look up at him, managing to ask, “What’d you wish for?”

“That.” He murmurs in response, and your heart does about forty-seven backflips.

…You’re fucked.

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yena <3 [13:43] HOUSE MEETING.

yena <3 [13:44] NOW.

“House meeting!” Yena calls loudly and angrily, coming through the hallway and knocking on everyone’s door—you note with a fond smile that she knocks the most gently on your door. “Get up! House meeting! Everyone out, now!”

You dutifully get up and head into the living room, meeting up with Jeno on the way, who looks more lost and confused than usual.

“What is she mad about?” Jeno asks you, his voice low and croaky, and you realize, after giving him a onceover, that he was probably napping, his black hair mussed up and his sleeveless shirt lopsided.

“Beats me,” You shrug, reaching over to tug his shirt in place for him. He mumbles a thanks and you nod wordlessly as you both plop onto the couch, Jeno immediately slumping towards you and dropping his head onto your shoulder.

“Glad you’re here,” Yena says to you two, and you nod in acknowledgement, already wishing you could go back to your room, but then Haechan walks in, his eyes narrowing at the sight of you and Jeno on the couch.

“What’s the issue–” He starts, and Yena rounds on him immediately.

“You!” She practically snarls, pointing at him, and he raises his hands immediately, eyes wide.

“Oh, shit,” You and Jeno mumble, looking at each other in surprise and laughing.

“Can we, as roommates, agree not to play the same song on fucking repeat for two hours straight for everyone to hear it?” Yena asks as calmly as she can manage, the quaver of insanity still present enough for everyone to know to proceed with caution. Given the fact that you have no idea what she’s talking about, and Jeno doesn’t move an inch, you realize the target of her irritation must be Haechan, and realize that he must have been playing music the whole time you had your headphones in earlier.

“Yep,” You agree.

“Sure,” Jeno echoes.

“No,” Haechan replies.

You gasp.

Jeno sits up straight.

Yena’s eye twitches.

“What did you say?” She asks slowly, walking towards him not unlike a cat who sneaks up on its prey.

“Michael Jackson is a legend,” Haechan continues, shrugging. “So no.”

“She’s gonna kill him,” Jeno mumbles to you, surprised, and you whine quietly.

“I hope she doesn’t.” You huff. “I’d have to help her cover it up, and I have an essay due tonight that I’ve barely started.”

“When will you start writing your essays earlier?” Jeno turns to scold you, but Yena’s growl of frustration startles him into silence.

“It’s one thing to play, like, a Top 40 song on repeat.” Yena starts to pace, and you tense.

“Uh-oh.” You mumble, and you and Jeno look between Yena and Haechan with all the attentiveness of spectators at a tennis match.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Haechan exclaims defensively, and you wince.

“He loves Michael Jackson,” Jeno mutters, and you nod.

“I know,” You agree.

“Michael Jackson’s music is old! It’s outdated!”

“He’s a legend! It’s timeless!” Haechan counters, and you grimace, looking down to pick at a string on your shorts only to flinch when Yena calls your name.

“A little help here?” Yena gestures in Haechan’s direction exasperatedly, and you look between the two of them nervously.

“…I mean, Michael Jackson is a legend.” You state carefully, and Yena and Jeno gasp, Yena’s betrayed expression hurting your heart as Jeno looks at you incredulously.

“You’re kidding,” Jeno whispers in surprise.

“You’re kidding!” Yena stares at you, indignant.

“You’re kidding.” Haechan’s staring at you like you’re the person people write love songs about, like you’re the second coming of Christ, like you’re the last slice of pizza in the cafeteria—

“He is?! I can’t lie!” You defend yourself, looking at Yena pleadingly. “I do think we should keep our music down in general though if it’s not something the whole house agreed on.” You add on nervously, and Yena looks vindicated enough by your addition that you think your status as a Good Best Friend is no longer in jeopardy.

“Agreed,” Yena states pointedly, glaring at Haechan, who’s still staring at you with soft eyes and a dopey smile that makes your heart race. “Anything else?” She glances at everyone, receiving no push-back, and nods curtly. “Great. Meeting adjourned.” She turns and heads back to her room, Jeno doing the same, but Haechan makes a beeline for you, much to your surprise.

“Wanna listen to music in my room?” He asks as you get up from the couch.

“No,” You reply casually, detecting the hope in his question a moment too late and looking up to see his face having fallen slightly. Shit. “Because…I…would rather you come to my room. My bed is cozier.” You quickly tack on the ending, and his face brightens, a smile reappearing on his face that has you sighing in relief. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He’s smiling widely, and you can’t help but mirror him, your lips curling upwards.

“Cool. Come in my room whenever you’re ready.” You say with a light pat on his shoulder and head to your room, shutting the door behind you and fixing your bed covers so they’re not all bunched up.

Shortly after you’ve cleared your bed off, a knock comes at your door.

“Who is it?” You ask, and you hear faint shuffling.

“It’s me,” Haechan calls back through the door, and you smile to yourself.

“Oh. Go away.”

“Wh–what? You said to come in here!” He replies indignantly, and you hop off your bed and walk over to your door, opening it slightly and peering at Haechan through the crack.

“I changed my mind,” You say simply, and he splutters in disbelief. “I remembered how aggravating you are.”

“Aggravating–you know what? Let me in,” He huffs, shouldering his way into the room amidst your giggled protests, and he stalks towards you challengingly, pushing the door shut behind him before pushing you up against your bed. When you plop down on the bed and grin up at him, he scoffs, offended, and pushes your shoulders so you fall back, moving to hover over you as you scoot up to the head of the bed. “You’re just scared to be alone with me because you know you can’t resist me for that long.” He murmurs, his lips barely an inch away from yours.

“Who said anything about resisting you?” You ask curiously, and his brows furrow in confusion before you cup the back of his neck, pulling him down to you for a kiss.

“Mm–” He grunts in delighted surprise, the noise cutting off into a moan as he feels your tongue part his lips. Shifting to get more comfortable, he rocks down against you with a groan as you two lie there kissing, giggles and soft sighs being exchanged between you with slips of the tongue into the other’s mouth.

You nip at his bottom lip gently as you rut your hips upwards, and he grunts as you brush against his concealed length, the fairly thin fabric of his black sweats doing close to nothing to shield you from the sensation of his length, hot and heavy, pressing against your thigh.

“You’re not fucking me,” You mumble into the kiss, and he hums questioningly, lips detaching from yours to travel down your neck, kissing at your collarbone. “No, for real,” You assert, and he chuckles, licking at the dip where your collar bones meet.

“I didn’t say anything,” He replies with an air of defensiveness, and you huff, moving to push him back so you can look at him. Haechan, however, doesn’t seem to be on the same page, dropping himself back down onto you so abruptly that it forces a wheeze out of you as he keeps kissing along your chest and gradually getting lower until he’s pulling at the hem of your shirt. “Didn’t even say anything when I saw you and Jeno together on the couch earlier.”

“You jealous little freak, Jeno was half-asleep.” You pinch his side, and he yelps, retaliating by biting down on the swell of your right breast, only releasing when you hiss in pain and pull his hair, leaving an almost apologetic kiss to the flesh. “You pissed off Yena—which is usually fucking impossible—and you had time to worry about me showing affection to my roommate?”

“You two were close,” He retorts petulantly, and you scoff, half-amused, half-disbelieving.

“Haechan, she almost killed you.” You remark, tone flat.

“Can we talk about that later?” He complains, fingers hooking in the waistband of your shorts and pulling you upwards and into him. “I have other things I wanna do right now,” His voice lowering to a murmur, Haechan reconnects his mouth to your skin, sucking and licking at your cleavage.

“We’re not fucking,” You remind him, and he looks up at you with an expression so skeptical that you’re a little insulted. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I don’t know,” He replies, with a cocky quirk of his brow. “How am I looking at you?”

“Like you don’t believe a word I’m saying,” You huff, flicking his arm. “Like you’re a full blown atheist sitting in the first pew of a religious sermon.”

“I just think we should consult the authority on the issue we have here,” He counters, kissing down your front rapidly before he’s pressing a kiss to the front of your shorts, the sound obnoxiously noisy and dramatic.

“Fun fact, actually really cool fact: the pussy you’re about to try and sway in your favor belongs to a person. Even cooler fact: you’re already speaking to her.”

“I like how you phrased that,” He chuckles, looping his arms around your thighs and leaving loud kisses over the fabric that covers your thighs and core, his mouth lingering the closer he gets to where you’re starting to desire him. “Sway in my favor–like I’m the Pussy Whisperer or something.”

“I wouldn’t give you that good of a title; it’ll make your head too big.” You joke, and he shoots you a challenging glare as he bites down on your thigh. “Ow, you jerk–you’re more like a Pussy Fiend, or something.”

“The only pussy I fiend for is yours,” He jokes back, but he sounds like he sincerely means it, and you’re surprised by just how happy that statement makes you, the persuasive thought popping up to abandon the earlier boundary you set a moment ago.

“You’re cringy for that.” You huff, and he rolls his eyes before going back to pressing noisy kisses to your shorts, lips traveling to kiss along the skin of your thighs just below the hem of your bottoms. Your fingers card through his hair, tugging slightly, and you whine, the sound low and protesting, when you realize his kisses have been traveling higher as he’s used his face to push the hem of your shorts higher and higher until they’re barely covering more skin than your underwear is. “Sneaky,” You scold him, and he grins victoriously.

“Knew you’d give in,” He chuckles, and you’re offended for a minute that he fully expected you to cave, so you close your thighs around his head and squeeze, enjoying the strangled yelp he lets out. When you release him, he looks up at you with wild eyes—definitely not what you were going for—and sucks in a gulp of air before planting his face directly against your clothed core and pushing your legs closed around his head. “Again,” He urges, and you look down at him with a baffled expression as he pushes your legs closed on his head once more. “Do it again,” He whines, and you scoff in disbelief.

“You’re insane. That was an act of revenge—an attack—and you liked it.”

“I’m pretty sure I’ve told you before that I’d happily die smothered by you.” He points out and you think back.

“Okay, I do have to give you that one…you definitely did say that.”

“Told you.” He replies smugly, lowering his face back down and whining when you push him away with a hand to his forehead. “Come on,” He complains.

“I swear, if they’d nailed you to the cross, your freaky little ass would have moaned.”

“Oh, shut up,” He scoffs and you laugh at his peeved expression.

“Can we listen to music now? That’s why I invited you here, not to go down on me or anything.”

“…Okay, but just know that now I’m really thinking about it because you said it outright.” He retorts, but obliges and sits up, puckering his lips at the apex of your thighs in a cheeky little air kiss that has you reaching behind you for a pillow to smack him with.

“Whatever,” You huff, shifting into a sitting position. “You can connect to my speakers,” You suggest, gesturing to the equipment sitting on your desk, and he nods, pulling his phone out and tapping away.

When you reach for the remote on your bedside and turn your speakers on, Haechan sneers at you, much to your bewilderment.

“You’re so fancy with your remote for your speakers,” He mocks, and you raise an eyebrow.

“Just because you probably lost your remote to your speakers, that doesn’t make me fancy for not losing mine.” You quip back and he opens his mouth to retort, brows furrowing as he says nothing, and closes his mouth, huffing quietly to himself.

“Okay, first song I’m playing: Bambi, by the one…the only…BAEKHYUN.” He announces dramatically, pressing play, and sits back, his eyes closing as a content smile appears on his face.

The music filters in and you listen to the whole song, blissfully unaware of the way Haechan’s eyes reopen and focus in on you, carefully studying your reaction.

“That–he’s so good,” You gush as the song ends, surprised, and Haechan’s face lights up, smiling widely.

“Okay, you pass the vibe check,” He says before letting out a sigh of relief.

“What would you have done if I’d failed?” You ask curiously, and he scrunches his face up thoughtfully.

“Probably left.” He says with a serious expression, and at your scoff of laughter, he raises an eyebrow. “I’m serious! That would’ve been a huge red flag.”

“Oh, yeah?” You hum. “You know what’s a big red flag? Being a male Psych major and a theatre student.”

“Hey!” Haechan exclaims, and you burst out laughing at his vehemence to defend himself. “Being in like two musicals doesn’t make me a theatre student.”

“We’ve been here…for two years…there have only been…two musicals…you’re batting a thousand, Haechan,” You point out slowly, laughing at his increasingly more anguished expression as he tries and fails to come up with a response. “Anyway—you’re like a manipulator in training.”

“Am not!”

“Name three artists in your music library besides BAEKHYUN and Michael Jackson.”

“Justin Bieber—” You make a loud buzzer noise, and he jumps, narrowing his eyes at you when you laugh. “Brent Faiyaz—” You make the buzzer noise again, and he huffs in reluctantly amused annoyance. “Bryson Tiller–”

“You might as well tell every girl you approach to start running.”

“Why?!”

“That is male manipulator music!”

“Well, who do you listen to?”

“…Female manipulator music.” You mumble, and he snaps his fingers triumphantly, pointing at you.

“Ha!”

“They slap!”

“So do my artists!”

“Maybe they do…they’re still the artists for male manipulators.”

“So what now? We just…sit here trying to manipulate each other?” Haechan jokes.

“I guess so…” You reply, confused.

“Okay, here, show me some of your music and I’ll show you some of mine.” He suggests, and you two scoot closer so you’re sitting next to each other, playing song after song for the other person.

From Pink Sweat$, Lil Nas X, Megan Thee Stallion, to SZA, Jhene Aiko, Summer Walker, you two practically exhaust your music libraries, not even realizing how quickly the time has passed until you look up and realize it’s getting dark.

“It’s so late now, holy shit,” You mumble, surprised as you look out the window, and Haechan follows your gaze, letting out a low whistle when he sees how late it is. “Okay, one more song each, then I gotta shower and figure out what I’m eating tonight.” You tap his thigh and he groans, shifting to lean back on your pillows.

“If you’re getting something good…” He trails off, and you roll your eyes with a small chuckle.

“I’ll let you know where I’m ordering from.” You assure him with a pat to his leg, and snort at his little sigh of triumph and relief.

“Nice,” He grins at you and scrolls through his phone, his free hand falling to a spot just above your knee and his thumb slowly rubbing circles into the skin as he looks intently for something. “Found it!” He exclaims, sitting up triumphantly and tapping something on his screen, waiting for a second until the song plays. “This song reminds me, uh, of you.” He mumbles, focusing intently on a thread on his sweats he’s currently fiddling with.

“Oh, really?” You ask curiously, listening more intently to the lyrics. The entire time the song is playing, you and Haechan keep playing eye-tag, Haechan watching you studiously until you look over at him, his gaze going back down to that damned string. The song—Stay Down by Brent Faiyaz, Haechan tells you—is…surprisingly romantic, the lyrics talking of wanting to be with someone and love them, and you’re ultimately most surprised by the revelation that you want this to be about you, and your heart feels like a balloon, filled almost to its limit with helium and hope, floating high and pushing on your lungs until you can barely breathe.

The song finishes, and you swallow nervously, now feeling a bit bashful as you look towards Haechan but not quite at him.

“I liked that song,” You say with a soft smile, and you can see his lips curl up in the corner of your eye. “A lot,” You add on, and you want to ask what about the song reminds him of you, but you kind of want to keep floating for a bit, so you hold your tongue.

“I’m glad,” Haechan says, clearing his throat, and you nod politely before pulling out your phone to show him your final song.

“This song is, uh, Eyes Off You by PRETTYMUCH,” You introduce it with a bit of an awkward laugh and press play, leaning back on your pillows so you can peek at Haechan, who’s sitting up, more easily than before.

“It’s beautiful,” Haechan says, slightly surprised, and you smile, nibbling at your bottom lip.

“I want, um.” You cough to clear the thick feeling in your throat, “I wanna be loved the way that this song feels,” You say quietly, and Haechan turns to look at you, his eyes scanning your face with an unreadable expression. “Does that make sense?” You ask, your voice embarrassingly soft, and he leans back slowly so he’s mirroring you, his shoulder brushing yours.

“Yeah, it does.”

“Not like…y’know…synesthesia or something,” You clarify, and Haechan laughs, waving you off.

“No, I get it, I do.” He assures you, and you sigh in relief.

“Good, because the last guy didn’t.” You grouch, and Haechan whips his head to look at you. “What?”

“You told another guy about this song?” He asks, offended, and you shoot him an odd look.

“…Yeah…”

He mirrors your odd look. “Way to make a guy feel special.”

“You are special,” You insist, and his gaze softens as he looks at you, supposedly gauging your sincerity. “You’re the only person who’s understood.” You assure him, and he smiles proudly. “Also the only person I don’t regret telling.” You murmur, more so to yourself.

Haechan’s resulting smile is so bright you practically forget that dusk is settling around you.

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It’s four in the morning when you decide you’ve had enough. You’ve woken up five separate times, and this time has your stomach in knots, and you’re willing to bet you know the exact reason. You swing your legs out of your bed and slip them into your slippers, yawning as you sluggishly walk out of your room into the living room, surprised to see a light already on.

“Hey,” Yena whispers, putting her bookmark in her book and closing it with a smile, and you blink at her sluggishly.

“Hi,” You croak, and she snickers at your clearly exhausted state.

“Why are you awake so late?” She asks curiously, and you hesitate, not sure if you want to burden her with everything swimming in your mind. “…Is something wrong?” Her follow-up question is worried, and the dam of information bursts as you shuffle forward and plop down on the couch beside her.

“Yena, could you help me with something?” You pose your question carefully, clearing your throat so you don’t sound so pathetic while asking, and Yena nudges you gently with her shoulder.

“You know I’d do anything for you,” She replies sincerely, and your heart swells with gratitude for your best friend.

“You’re an angel,” You mumble nervously, fiddling with your hands as you try yet again to find the right words. “Could you…possibly…help me talk something out?”

“Sure!” Yena agrees, and you nod, relieved. “What’s it about?”

“I think I have feelings for Haechan.” You blurt out in a panicked whisper, and Yena freezes, her eyes widening as her brows raise in surprise. “Fuck,” You groan quietly, leaning forward to put your head in your hands. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck this shit. Fuck.”

“Okay,” Yena chuckles, and you look over to see her face screwed up in disbelief. “Maybe I’m crazy…maybe it’s the time of night…maybe I’m just hearing things.” You blink cluelessly at her, and she looks you dead in the eyes. “Did I just hear you say that out loud?”

“Yes,” You whine in anguish, letting Yena pull you into a side-hug that ends with the back of your head in her lap and your body reclined fully on the couch. “At first, I didn’t think they were real feelings, you know? I thought they were just an attachment to the very good dicking-down sessions! Then we started spending, like, non-sexual time together, and—oh, God, Yena—he’s so cute. He’s so cute! He’s so charming and funny and witty and sweet and I just–like–okay–okay, when you and Jeno bailed on us for lunch that day, we walked around and got food, and he bought me ice cream.

He was all like, ‘Hey, why don’t we pretend we’re on a real date?’ So I agreed because I thought it’d be funny, but, Yena, he is so fucking cute, and I don’t know what to do about it. Then we were listening to music together today after you guys were making fun of him–did you notice I defended him? I never defend him! Oh, my God, I’m whipped, aren’t I? I’m doomed. I’m totally doomed.

We were listening to music and I played my song, you remember my song, right? The really romantic one by PRETTYMUCH? Yeah, so I played it for him and I looked at him, like I was really looking at him, y’know? Like I was just locked in looking at him, and I mean–like–Yena, he made the song make sense. He made it make sense! How the hell did he do that?! How did he go from some admittedly hot weirdo who steals my sex toys to being the person who makes my favorite love song make sense?

Like, I looked at him and heard the song and went, ‘Yeah, I get it,’ because I couldn’t take my eyes off of him, Yena. I kept trying, I swear, but when I tried, I’d just think about a cute little mole he has and I’d have to look for it, then I started counting his little beauty marks, then I started counting his eyelashes, and that was hard, you have no idea–”

“Babe!” Yena whispers as loudly as she can without disturbing anyone, clamping a hand over your mouth for good measure. You two lock eyes and the alarm and concern in her gaze is evident, so you try your best to relax before you calmly remove her hand from your mouth.

“I’m rambling, aren’t I?” You mumble, and she nods with her brows raised as if to say, uh, duh. “Sorry,” You whine, heaving a heavy sigh and rubbing your face, digging your palms into your eyes and letting the dull pressure ground you somewhat. “Yena, I just–I…I wanna chew him like a piece of bubblegum.”

“…What does that even mean?” Yena asks, face screwed up in confusion, and you shoot up to a sitting position, mirroring her expression but more frantic.

“I don’t even know, but I’m scared because I thought about it earlier and couldn’t stop because I mean it!” You hiss in a panic, and now it’s Yena’s turn to put her head in her hands.

“This can’t be real,” She mutters, half-laughing, half-horrified. “I feel like I’m having a fever dream.”

“I wish it wasn’t real,” You sigh, and she takes a deep breath, exhaling it slowly before she sits up so she’s looking at you again.

“Have you thought about telling him?” She asks, and you give her a look that, if looks could speak, would say, “Apparently, I’m not the only crazy person on this couch.”

“I did think about telling him,” You answer slowly and flatly, staring at her with a blank expression. “Then I came to my senses. Yena, he’s, like, all about the chase! What if he doesn’t even want to date me?”

“You think that Lee Haechan, the guy who’s been into you since he first met you in freshman spring, is going to lose interest in you.” Yena’s tone and delivery match your own, and now it’s clear to both of you that you currently think the other person is cosplaying an idiot or something.

“What if they weren’t real feelings? What if it was just a little obsession because I wouldn’t give him the time of day? What if I’m just a shiny little toy he can play with for now until something better comes along?” You moan in anguish, and Yena’s face twists sympathetically as she reaches over and takes your hand to squeeze it comfortingly. “Y’know, earlier, like, a couple of hours before I came in here, I was lying in my bed wondering what would have happened if things were different; if I had been upfront and pursued something with him from the get-go, or if I’d been nicer to him, or anything, really.” You can feel the hope draining from you like the air of a deflating balloon, your sad little speech akin to the cartoonish whine that balloons make when they’re getting the air let out of them.

“I think you should tell him. Genuinely,” Yena says seriously, and you shake your head, frowning.

“Nope. That’s humiliating if it goes badly. What if he laughs at me, Yena?”

“He would never laugh at you–”

“What if he was literally just fucking with me the whole time?” You gasp in horror, and Yena groans frustratedly, flicking you directly in the forehead. “Ouch? What was that for?”

“You have actual feelings for Haechan,” Yena reminds you, “So you should know, better than anyone else at this point, that laughing at your confession or humiliating you or hurting you in any way is something Haechan would never even dream of doing.”

“…Okay, fair point,” You mumble, and Yena beams, happy to have secured a small victory. “Then what if he accepts my confession out of some sense of obligation then he spends the whole time hating me gradually coming to resent me?”

“…Honey.” You’ve never heard Yena sound so…motherly before, and it surprises you, making you turn to look at her instantly, still sporting your downcast expression.

“Hm?”

“You sound like an idiot.” She says honestly, and you pause before letting out a long, drawn-out sound of distress that sounds like a mix between a groan, whimper, growl, and hiss, kicking your legs against the couch as the tortured feeling in your chest makes itself even more prominent, pulsating in the most unavoidable way you could imagine. “You don’t even notice the way he looks at you, do you?”

“Like I’m a hot piece of ass,” You mumble sadly, and Yena sucks her teeth loudly, annoyed with you as she cups your chin and squishes your cheeks, turning your face to hers.

“Like he’s in-fucking-fatuated with you.” She answers her own question, and your brows furrow as you try to think back to when he’s looked at you recently. “Listen, my love. I truly believe Haechan feels the exact same way you do, but if you’re really worried about it, you could give it til the end of the week, until after the frat party on Saturday, and decide what you want to do. Does that sound good?”

“Mm, yeah.” You agree despondently, and she coos sympathetically, pulling you into a tight, warm, very comforting hug. “Thank you,” You say sincerely, your voice muffled in her shoulder somewhat, but her extra squeeze lets you know she heard you.

“You’re welcome,” She says when you two part. “Why don’t you try and sleep now that you got that off of your chest? Don’t you have some sort of…obligation at 9:00AM?”

“Yeah,” You groan, now in distress for a different reason. “I have my education field study. God, this is exhausting. Romance is exhausting. I thought it was giving me indigestion or something, but that was just the bean and cheese burrito I had for lunch deciding to kick my ass.” You grouch and Yena doesn’t manage to stifle her snicker in time, her eyes already apologetic when they meet yours.

“Okay, Ms. Bean & Cheese,” She says fondly, “I hope you sleep better this time around.”

“Thanks,” You hum softly before standing up and heading back to your room. “Good night,” You call out quietly over your shoulder.

“Good night, babe.”

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You end up doing exactly as Yena suggested and take the week to figure out exactly how you feel about Haechan, and by the frat party on Saturday, you have your answer: you like him. You really, really, really like him. So much so, in fact, that when Jaehyun approaches you at the frat party, dimples and Adonis-esque stature and all, the only thing you can talk about is your fat, stupid crush on Haechan.

To his credit, Jaehyun takes it extremely well, listening good-naturedly and sympathetically, helpfully suggesting ways to help Haechan get the hint, and even making you laugh once or twice with his earnest reactions to your retellings of various situations between you and Haechan.

“What is it about him that you like?” Jaehyun asks curiously, and you look at him, affronted and ready to defend Haechan, when he shakes his head, eyes wide. “Not like that! He’s a great guy; I definitely didn’t mean it like that.” When you visibly relax, he does too, continuing on to clarify, “I meant it as in…is it his humor, his smile, his heart? Like…what are your favorite things about him?”

“Oh,” You say slowly, now with a better understanding of what Jaehyun meant. When you think about every little thing you like about Haechan, your face heats up and you can’t even pick just a small handful of things.

“Look at yourself,” Jaehyun points out with an endeared smile. “You’re smitten.”

“I really am, aren’t I?” You mutter with a short laugh. “Great. Knowing him, he’s none the wiser.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” Jaehyun says with a chuckle, faltering when you look at him with a deadpan expression.

“I would.” You say seriously.

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“Dude, you’re about to get cucked by Jaehyun,” Yangyang says worriedly as Haechan stares intently at you standing with Jaehyun, both of you laughing and chatting animatedly.

“No, the fuck I’m not.” Haechan grouches.

“What the hell is cucking?” Renjun asks, baffled.

“A cuck is a cuckold, which is a dude who’s being cheated on, I guess? So if you get cucked, you basically have to watch your girl get fucked by some other guy. It’s a whole porn category, dude,” Mark explains, and there’s a loaded moment of silence before everyone turns to look at Mark.

“You are the last person I would expect to know what cuckolding is…or be able to explain it in detail.” Haechan says slowly, and Mark falters, bringing his drink to his lips in a failed attempt to conceal the shade of pink his face turns.

“Watch it be his most watched category,” Yangyang laughs, nudging Haechan with his shoulder, and he snickers in amusement.

“It’s not,” Mark insists.

“Then what is?”

“It’s–wait, I don’t have to answer that!” Mark splutters, and Haechan sucks his teeth in disappointment.

“Damn,” He mutters, “I was hoping you wouldn’t realize.” Mark definitely moves to reply, but Haechan’s lost interest and turns back to the target of his death stare: Jeong Jaehyun. As if the universe is laughing at him, you smile shyly, presumably at something he’s said and look down, the textbook definition of bashful, coquettish, coy—whatever other synonyms Haechan can think of.

Unable to take it anymore, Haechan pushes his drink at Yangyang, who takes it with a confused look on his face, and makes his way over to you and Jaehyun. So wrapped up in his negative thoughts, Haechan fails to notice the way your eyes light up and soften at the sight of him, a more bashful smile appearing on your face.

“Stop talking to Jaehyun.” Haechan huffs, and you jerk your head back in confusion, looking at Jaehyun, who’s sporting the beginnings of a knowing smile, only confusing you more.

“…No? He’s my fri–” You start, but squeak in surprise when Haechan wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you into a deep, breath-stealing kiss, your mind going fuzzy and your insides melting almost immediately. When he finally releases you, you suck in a relieved breath of air before staring at him in baffled incredulity. “What is your problem?” You ask, lost, and Haechan only spares you a fleeting glance before looking at Jaehyun, his arm winding around your waist tighter.

“She’s taken,” He says firmly as he gives Jaehyun a challenging stare, and your brows just about fly into your hairline. You don’t even get a moment to say anything before Haechan whirls you away, pulling you through the house determinedly.

“Haechan, what the hell was that about?” You ask, still stunned, and at his lack of response, dig your heels into the floor so he jerks to a stop. “Answer me!”

“I don’t like you talking to him,” Haechan grouches as he turns to look at you, and the poor, red-tinted lighting in the hallway you two stand in may be casting an odd shadow on his face, but you know jealousy when you see it. The realization brings a warm rush of excitement to you as the pieces fall into place. “…and you were all smiley and giggly, and—are you even listening?” He asks, exasperated, and you step closer, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.

“…Were you jealous?” You ask, fighting (and losing to) the smile that persists and makes its home on your face.

“Yes, I was jealous; are you serious? Was that not blatantly obvious in the, oh, I don’t know, everything about me?” Haechan replies incredulously, and you enter another battle to restrain a wider, more delighted smile. “This isn’t funny!” He whines, and you shake your head, agreeing with him. “You’re mine!”

“Yours?” You ask gently, stepping closer, and if Haechan could tell the gravity of the word, the absolute sunbeam of hope bursting from your question, you think he would relax considerably.

“Yes, mine,” He asserts.

You step closer, resorting to biting down on your bottom lip because you’re about to smile so widely you fear you might pull some sort of muscle. “Yours…to do what with?”

“Kiss,” He answers immediately. “Kiss, and hold, and touch, and date, and make laugh.” The word slips out before he processes it, but once he does, he freezes, his eyes widening. “Um.”

“Haechan,” You say slowly, and he averts his gaze, a hand flying to rub the back of his neck as he stares at the floor. “I don’t want to kiss Jaehyun.” You say, and he looks up at you.

“No?”

“Nope,” You reply, popping the ‘p.’ “I don’t want to hold Jaehyun, either, or touch him.”

“…No?” His gaze softens, and he looks at you now, a personified ray of the sunbeam of hope you showed him earlier.

“Mm-mm. I also don’t want to date Jaehyun.” You step even closer, the two of you now but inches away, and his arms wind around your waist almost reflexively at this point.

“Really?”

“Really. Not anymore.” You confirm, and he looks at you suspiciously.

“Why not anymore?” He asks carefully.

“I want to do all that stuff with someone else now.” You explain, and he stiffens, staring down at you with a bewildered expression.

“With who?”

“You, you idiot.” You laugh, your smile emerging in all its glory before you can stop it, and his shoulders sag in relief as he pulls you in for a sweet, tender kiss, your arms winding around his neck as your lips move together. “You’re lucky for that, too, because you had the nerve to size Jaehyun up like you could take him.” You tease playfully when you two separate, and Haechan splutters defensively.

“What?! I could definitely take him in a fight for your, uh…honor? Hand? Whatever, you know what I mean.”

“No, you probably couldn’t, actually; he boxes.”

“…Oh. Well, I’d try anyway. I’d probably get us banned from future frat parties, though.”

“Nah, you wouldn’t get us banned.” You say confidently. “I have dirt on one of the brothers.”

“Oh, my God, what is it?” Haechan asks immediately, voice lowering to a conspiratorial murmur. “Does one of them have a small dick? You know what, don’t tell me; I’ll just cry in the shower later if I learn you’ve seen one of their dicks.”

“No, nothing like that,” You reassure him, laughing, and he visibly relaxes. “I caught Johnny shotgunning a Four Loko in the back of our Econ class, and–”

“You caught Johnny shotgunning a Four Loko in the back of your Econ class?” He exclaims as quietly as possible, his eyes widening comically, and you huff, rolling your eyes.

“Yeah, that’s what I said. Like, exactly what I said.” You reply, a tinge of annoyance creeping into your tone, and Haechan has the decency to look sheepish. “Anyway,” You continue, “Johnny’s the TA for that class.” You smile innocently, and Haechan’s jaw drops.

“Johnny’s the TA for that cl—okay, sorry.” He cuts himself off, and you laugh, patting his cheek fondly as you nod. His eyes flutter closed at the affectionate gesture, and you snort, pinching his cheek affectionately. “So you’re, like, silently blackmailing him…hot.” He remarks in awe, and you scrunch your nose up in disagreement.

“I wouldn’t say I’m holding it over him like an evil villain,” You clarify, brows furrowed as you look for the right words. “More like he appreciates that I’m keeping his secret.”

“Oh,” Haechan says in understanding, nodding. “Still kinda hot.”

“Are you saying that because the situation is hot, or because you think I’m hot?”

“Both,” He chuckles mischievously, and you roll your eyes before leaning in to kiss him. “Oh, yeah! Now that we’re dating–”

“You didn’t ask me.” You point out with a petulant huff, and he grins, backing you up against the wall and staring down at you with warm, soft eyes.

“Will you go out with me?” He asks sincerely, and you smile widely, nodding. “Great, because I wasn’t gonna let you leave until you said yes.”

“On God, we’re gonna get you help for whatever’s going on in there,” You say emphatically, tapping a finger to his forehead and laughing as he swats it down.

“Hey!”

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“I can’t choose which to wear,” You complain, and Haechan looks up at you from his phone from his spot on your bed. “Maybe I’ll text Yena and ask,” You frown, and Haechan splutters indignantly, sitting more at attention.

“You don’t need Yena! I’m right here,” He announces proudly, and you blink impassively. “I can help! Let me help,” He insists, and you struggle not to roll your eyes before you nod.

“Okay! Which should I wear?” You hold up jeans and shorts, wiggling the choices in both hands. Haechan studies both, face scrunched up in thought, and makes drawn out, ostentatious pensive hums as he strokes his chin. “Haechan, I’m not getting any younger.”

“I’m being thoughtful!” Haechan defends himself, and you risk it, rolling your eyes and letting out a long, exasperated sigh. “Keep it up and we’re not making it out of this room.”

“…Pick one,” You mumble, successfully restraining the visible thrill his words give you.

“Shorts,” Haechan decides. “It’ll be easier to roller-skate in shorts, and they look like they have more leeway than your jeans, y’know?”

“Mm…okay! Shorts it is.” You agree, and he beams widely, returning to his phone as you walk over to your closet again, now in search of a top.

“Babe.” Haechan’s voice startles you slightly, coming from closer than you expected as his hands caress your hips and his lips find your neck. “Mm…have a random question.”

“Yeah?” You ask, a bit breathless from the way his lips have started to dawdle around your favorite spot to be kissed.

“Which of my friends have you fucked?” He asks, and you still, turning to look at him with a confused expression.

“Haechan, what?”

“Was it Jaemin? You always joked about him–” He’s not even looking at you anymore, his eyes wide and gaze fixated on the floor, and you have a feeling he’s spacing out.

“No. Haechan–”

“Jeno? We live together, I don’t think I would’ve missed that–”

“Haechan…”

“Mark? No, Mark wouldn’t have been able to keep that a secret.”

“Haechan!”

“Yangyang? Is that the real reason he lets you call him Bubble Guts?”

“Lee fucking Donghyuck!” You grab his shoulders and shake him, and he blinks out of his reverie to look at you, the moment of clarity only lasting for a second before you’re pulling him into a kiss so passionate that you can feel him melting against you. He whines against your lips when you go to pull away, so you turn yourselves around and press him up against the wall, letting his hands have their free roam of your back, hips, sides, and ass. “Are you listening now?” You finally break the kiss to ask, figuring his unwavering stare that’s now directed at your lips is as attentive as you’ll get right now. “I didn’t fuck any of your friends,” You say, and he practically collapses in relief. “I wouldn’t want to,” You finish, and he freezes, looking at you incredulously.

“Why not?”

You make an I don’t know sound and shrug. “Not my type.”

“What is your type?” He asks curiously.

“I don’t know,” You reply, mildly exasperated. “You?” You say without thinking, and you both go still, and maybe now you see what was so interesting about that spot on the floor Haechan was looking at earlier.

“Say that again,” Haechan urges, voice low and urgent, and you shake your head.

“No,” You say firmly, trying to squirm away from his embrace, but he doesn’t relent, pulling you into him even harder.

“Do it,” He presses, dragging the syllables out.

“Nope.” You insist, and he rolls his eyes.

“Do it or I’ll kiss you.”

“Well, now I’m definitely not doing it.” You laugh.

“So you want that kiss?”

“Sure do.”

“Then no kiss until you say it.” He looks smug, but you just snicker at his expression.

“You’ll cave before I do,” You say with a smile, and his eyes narrow slightly, the glint of a challenge appearing in them.

“Oh, yeah?” He asks.

“Oh, yeah.” You confirm, pushing off of him and returning to your closet. You finally decide to put on a flowy blouse of yours that’s pretty comfortable and a little flexible, looking over your shoulder at Haechan, who’s watching you in the way that someone who doesn’t want to be caught watching someone would watch someone, and smile to yourself before removing your pajama shorts, letting them drop to the floor.

Haechan lets out a choked sort of sound between a groan and a squeak.

“What was that?” You ask curiously, looking back at him, and you bite back a laugh when he shakes his head vigorously, forcefully averting his gaze.

“Nothing,” He mumbles defensively, all the while clenching his hand into a fist and miming putting it in his mouth with a tortured expression.

“Cool,” You hum, turning away from him again and stretching your limbs, letting a soft moan fall from your lips when you’re finished, and you hear Haechan slide down the wall and plop into a sitting position, a low anguished groan leaving him. Just as you bend to put on your shorts, you catch Haechan swearing under his breath, the male sporting a pained expression when you peek at him.

“Stop doing that.” His voice is strained, but he sounds fed up, and a smile comes to your face.

“Doing what?” You walk over to him, squatting so you’re face to face. “What am I doing?” Your voice is soft, and he swallows hard, staring you directly in the eyes. You let your gaze drop to his lips, studying them for a moment, and look back up to meet his gaze.

“God, I can’t stand you,” Haechan groans, lunging at you and connecting your lips in a heated kiss. You moan against his persistent lips as his hands grab at you desperately, pulling you into his lap and grinding you down against him.

“Haechan,” You moan, teeth catching on his bottom lip.

“Mm?” He grunts his acknowledgement into your kiss, and you smile.

“I wouldn’t fuck your friends because my type is you,” You say sweetly, and he pulls back slightly to look at you with a dopey grin.

“Thank you, baby,” Haechan coos.

“You’re welcome–oh.” Your surprise cuts off the end of your sentence as he lies you on the floor and moves to hover over you, a hand moving between your legs as his lips fall to your neck. “What are you doing?”

“Mm, showing you my gratitude for not fucking my friends?” He mumbles against you, and you look around, huffing out a laugh.

“Can we do this somewhere more dignified than my floor?” You point out, and he stills, sitting up slightly to look around.

“Okay, fair point.” He agrees, standing up and helping you to your feet. “Better let everyone know we’re coming late.” Haechan’s grin says everything he doesn’t, and you narrow your eyes at him.

“Hush,” You shush him, pinching his nose closed.

“Hey!”

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The skating rink is pretty full, considering it’s a weekend and typically nice spring weather, so it’s no wonder that you’re struggling to find your boyfriend in the groups of people scattered around the venue. Skating around, you spot two familiar heads and sigh in relief, skating over to them.

“Hey, guys!” You greet Yena and Renjun, falling into their rhythm as you three skate around the rink. “Question; have you seen where Haechan went?”

“Mm, no, I don’t think so.” Yena replies, brows furrowed pensively, and Renjun mirrors her expression, equally at a loss, and you wave them off casually.

“Don’t worry, it’s not a big deal! I just wanted to know if you’d seen him.” You assure them.

“You know,” Renjun asks, “I can’t believe you gave into the crazy that is Lee Haechan.”

“He…has a charming way about him,” You confess, and he laughs, nodding.

“That’s fair, I guess.” Renjun agrees, and Yena smiles slyly.

“Maybe it helped that you two spent our ‘roommate bonding’ lunch alone together…so really, you should thank me for bailing.” Yena replies with a wiggle of her brows, and you narrow your eyes at her.

“You’re lucky you had office hours.” You retort, and she frowns at you petulantly.

“You two looked really cute roller skating around though!” She blurts, and her eyes, along with Renjun’s, go wide.

“…Yena, how did you know that?” You ask slowly, and she stammers and splutters, coming up with nothing of substance, and apparently just gives up.

“I didn’t have office hours; I just told Jeno to bail on you guys too so you could spend time together.” She confesses in a rush, and you narrow your eyes at her.

“I’ll deal with you later,” You say to her, before shifting your gaze to Renjun, who now looks a bit more panicked than earlier. “Why did you get all shocked, Mr. Secret Keeper Pants?”

“Mr. Secret Keeper Pants?” Renjun starts to ask, baffled, and you cut him off immediately.

“I’ll be asking the questions around here,” You insist with a dramatic air, skating behind them and reappearing so you’re between Renjun and the wall now. “Why did you get all shocked?”

“…We were hanging out together,” Renjun admits, and you gasp loudly, clutching your chest. “I get it now. You and Haechan are great for each other.”

“You two schemed against me,” You whisper theatrically. “You even got Jeno to lie for you!”

“Well–” Yena starts.

“He said he had class! Wait, actually, pause—did you know I have no idea what Jeno’s majoring in?” You say, changing the subject briefly.

“Girl, you’ve known him for over three semesters, how do you not know?” Yena asks, amused and relieved by the sudden change of topic.

“It never comes up! Do you know?” You ask, frowning. “I’ll forgive you both if one of you tells me what he majors in. Haechan said ‘vibes.’”

“He’s an Architecture major,” Renjun answers, and you scrunch up your face in confusion.

“Architecture?” You repeat, surprised. “You know what? Somehow that makes no sense, and simultaneously explains everything.”

“Are we forgiven now?” Renjun asks hopefully, and you nod, waving him off.

“I’d already forgotten about that,” You explain, and move to skate behind them and reappear by Yena. “I will leave you two lovebirds to it,” You tease, and they look bewildered, looking from each other to you, and you hold a hand up to silence them. “I know you don’t think I missed the way you two were holding hands before I skated up to you.”

“…Kinda hoped you did,” Yena mumbles bashfully, and you huff in mock offense.

“I did not.” You confirm. “I’ll leave you two to it.” You repeat, and skate off in further search of your boyfriend.

You skate past two people that vaguely seemed familiar, only to realize a moment later that you do know the people you skated by, slowing down so they can catch up to you.

“Hi, Heoni! Hey, Mark!” You chirp, and Heoni waves with a sweet smile Mark jerking his chin up in greeting as he smiles goodnaturedly. “Are you guys having fun?” You ask, trying (and failing) to hide the suggestive lilt to your voice, and Mark shoots you a warning glare just out of Heoni’s sight.

“I am!” Heoni answers, beaming. “I haven’t skated in so long, but it’s kinda like riding a bike, I guess? I never really forgot how to do it.”

“That’s exactly how I felt the other day when I went rollerblading with Haechan.” You say, nodding in agreement. “Mark, you’re pretty good, too!”

“Ah, thanks,” Mark chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck, and it’s then that you realize, inspecting the two further, that Mark and Heoni are holding hands, and you smile fondly, trying your best to hide the excitement in your expression. “I used to ice skate for ice hockey, and it’s kinda similar, y’know? It’s like ice skating, but less slippery.”

“You know what? You should not tell Haechan that, because he did not agree.” You chuckle, and Mark snickers. “Speaking of, have you guys seen Haechan anywhere?”

“Oh, yeah!” Heoni replies. “I saw him with Yangyang a couple minutes ago.”

“You’re an angel, thank you so much!” You say gratefully and skate off again, now with a hint of where your boyfriend might be. You don’t make it very far past Heoni and Mark before your arm gets snagged and you yelp, almost losing control and falling on your ass, but the mystery person steadies you and apologizes. You turn to face them, prepared to rip into them, but see Jeno’s apologetic face, and your ire dies on your tongue immediately.

“Sorry again,” Jeno apologizes, frowning.

“You’re fine,” You assure him, patting his arm. “Hey, Jaemin,” You greet the male beside Jeno, and he greets you with a small wave and a grin. “Actually, Jeno, you’re not fine,” You huff as you remember what he and Yena did, and his shocked expression almost makes you laugh.

“What did I do?” Jeno asks, bewildered.

“You helped Yena scheme against me!” You whisper emphatically, and he nods as if in understanding.

“I mean, she had a good point when she told me about the plan,” He reasons, and you narrow your eyes and raise a brow, gesturing with your hand for him to go on. “I just think we were waiting for you two to stop tiptoeing around the fact that you actually want to be together—well, you more than Haechan, really.” Jeno explains, and you pause, something about his words throwing you off.

“…We were waiting? How long did you know?” You ask, now your turn to be bewildered, and, in a cruel twist of irony, Jeno looks at you like you’re clueless.

“I knew since the first day you two started hooking up,” He answers slowly, and your eyes widen, a shocked squeak slipping from your mouth before you slap a hand over it. “I wasn’t wearing headphones after my show got spoiled, so I just–”

“Heard…everything.” You finish for him, and he nods with a pitiful expression. “Jeno, I am so sorry–”

“It’s okay, I only heard a bit before I put my headphones back on.” He assures you, but guilt rushes through you regardless.

“I’m still so sorry—wait,” You stop yourself, now confused. “You never indicated you knew anything.”

“…What would be the point of that?” Jeno answers, and you make a face as you realize that he’s right, and apparently is more in the loop than you tend to give him credit for.

“Good point. Why didn’t you tell anyone?” You ask.

“Wasn’t my business to tell,” He replies simply, and you nod, agreeing wholeheartedly and gaining even more respect and fondness for Jeno.

“That is my bad, genuinely—thank you for not telling anyone, though.” You say sincerely, and he shrugs, waving you off dismissively with a smile.

“No worries.” He assures you. “I didn’t even tell Jaemin!”

“I was not happy about that part,” Jaemin pipes up, glowering at Jeno, who looks at Jaemin with a defensive raise of his hands, and you raise your brows in alarm, pursing your lips awkwardly.

“Okay, well. I’m gonna…go.” You mumble awkwardly, picking up your skating speed slightly. “See you two later!” Skating away quickly, you finally spot the person you’ve been looking for and hold back an amused snort as you see Haechan with Yangyang, the two of them holding hands and skating along carefully. “Yangyang,” You call loudly, and he flinches, looking over his shoulder, before he realizes it’s you and relaxes. “Are you trying to steal my boyfriend?”

“Don’t worry, babe,” Haechan says, reaching for your hand with his free one, and you take it with a smile. “I wouldn’t even go; his hands aren’t as soft, and he’s not as patient as you are.”

“Hey! My hands are plenty soft, and I’m definitely patient!” Yangyang counters, brows furrowed, and you look at him with a teasing grin.

“Yangyang, if I didn’t know any better, it sounds like you want my boyfriend,” You point out, and Yangyang splutters defensively as you and Haechan chuckle.

“I don’t, for real; if I was going to break you two up, I would go for you–”

“Excuse me?” Haechan says indignantly, and you squeeze his hand as a warning, your boyfriend falling silent but continuing to glare at Yangyang.

“–and I only said that,” Yangyang continues, “because I need a good rep with the ladies, and saying I’m impatient and have rough hands is not a good look.”

“Y’know what, though?” You say thoughtfully, and wait for them to look at you before you continue on with, “I’m pretty sure referring to the people available to you in your dating pool as ‘the ladies’ is also not a good look.” You say with a mischievous smile, and Yangyang huffs, rolling his eyes.

“You’re mean,” He complains, and gestures to Haechan. “Your girlfriend’s mean.”

“She’s hot when she’s mean.” Haechan sighs dreamily, and you laugh fondly, puckering your lips at him in a quick air-kiss that has him leaning over to kiss your cheek. “Speaking of mean,” Haechan says with a growing, calculating smile, Yangyang and you looking at him suspiciously, “I just saw Mark skate past us and he was alone. I wanna go bother him.”

“I’m not missing this,” Yangyang laughs, and you sigh heavily, now glad you came when you did.

“I’m coming for Mark’s sake.” You say, and you lead the somewhat tentative boys, who have since released each other’s hands, around the rink in search of Mark. It turns out that Mark exited the rink, now leaning by a concession stand and drinking a bottle of water, and you three head over to him, Mark’s face lighting up in recognition.

“Mark! Where’s Heoni?” You ask, confused, and he points to his left with his thumb. You turn your head in that direction and see Heoni leaning against the wall with some other girls you remember having seen her with around campus and— “What are Jeno and Jaemin doing there?” You ask curiously.

“Probably hitting on them.” Yangyang says nonchalantly, the picture of innocence when everyone turns to look at him with wide eyes. “…What?”

“Heoni is Mark’s girl,” You point out, and Mark splutters, red rising to his cheeks.

“She’s not my girl, not yet at least.” He dismisses you, and you shoot him a skeptical glance.

“Your neck suggests differently,” You say with a sly smile, gesturing to the hickey you spotted earlier.

“Holy shit, Mark really does have game,” Haechan marvels, and Mark glares at him.

“Well, Mark better go make use of his game before he gets cucked by Jeno or Jaemin.” You suggest with a chuckle, and it’s your turn to be surprised when all three of them turn to look at you in surprise. “What?”

“Did you just call Mark a cuck?” Yangyang asks incredulously, and Haechan continues to look at you like you’re an angel sent from above.

“God, is it too soon to say ‘I love you?’” Haechan asks with a dopey smile, and you do your best to ignore the way your heartbeat picks up in speed.

“Who even taught you that word?” Mark whines, and you raise your eyebrows.

“I have the same access to the internet that you do,” You point out, and Yangyang lets out a low whistle.

“Are you telling me you watch cuck porn?” He asks, surprised, and you scrunch your face up in confusion.

“What? No, I don’t,” You answer, baffled. “I’ve scrolled by the category, though. Anyway,” You return your attention to Mark and tilt your head towards where Jeno, Jaemin, Heoni, and her friends stand. “Mark, go get your girl.” You say encouragingly, and Mark swallows another gulp of water before nodding.

“Okay…see you guys.” He bids you three goodbye before setting off to where Heoni is.

“I’m going with him,” Yangyang says, smiling devilishly. “No matter how this turns out for Mark, I get to flirt with pretty girls.” He wiggles his brows and heads off after Mark, making you snicker.

“Wanna go back to the rink?” You suggest, and Haechan nods, leading the way this time. When you two start skating again, you skate a bit ahead and turn around so you’re facing him, now skating backwards. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, you little show off.” Haechan gripes playfully, and you laugh, taking both his hands in yours. “Were you looking for me for a while?”

“Yeah, kinda,” You shrug, “I didn’t mind much. I wanted to tell you, though; did you know that our roller skating ‘date’ that wasn’t really a date was when I finally realized I had feelings for you?” You ask, and Haechan grins widely, leaning in to press a quick kiss to your lips.

“Yeah?” He hums with a sly little smile. “Who would’ve thought I’d actually manage to get you to fall for me?” He marvels aloud, and you look around before leaning in.

“Wanna know something else?” You murmur conspiratorially, and he raises an eyebrow, wordlessly indicating for you to continue. “…I kinda had a thing for you before we hooked up.”

“What?!” He exclaims far too loudly for a public venue, and you shush him frantically, waving off the people who turn to look at you two.

“Yeah,” You mumble bashfully. “I had a thing for you, but you were such a flirt that I thought you weren’t serious when you hit on me–”

“Oh, my God.”

“–and you hooked up with other girls–”

“I thought you didn’t want me!”

“–and I was overall pissed about how into you I was, so I just did my best to channel it into aggravation, which worked surprisingly well.” You finish in a mildly ashamed mumble, and Haechan groans in anguish, his head tipping back dramatically before he looks at you with a petulant frown. “Haechan, are you pouting?”

“Yes,” He admits, and you laugh through your affectionate coos at him which visibly cheer him up a bit as his frown fades somewhat. “I’m just annoyed we could have sped this timeline up by, like, weeks—months, even, but we were both too dumb to say anything directly.”

“I wasn’t dumb–” You start, but he raises a stern eyebrow at you. “Okay, maybe I was a little dumb.”

“Y’know what, though? I’m glad it happened in general.” He says, a small fond smile on his face, and you nod, kissing him briefly with a matching expression. “Actually, you know what? Come with me,” Haechan murmurs in your ear, gently tugging at your forearm, and you follow after him as he says, “I wanna show you something.”

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“Haechan,” You ask curiously as he takes you to the parking lot of the skating rink; the sun is starting to set and the sky is streaked with shades of pink and orange, causing you to marvel at the sight, only snapping out of it when you almost collide with Haechan, the male in question turning to stop you just in time. “What are we doing here?”

“I wanted to show you something,” He reminds you, popping the trunk of Mark’s car and sitting in the space of the trunk, his legs hanging off the edge. “Come sit.” He pats the spot beside him and as you move to sit cross-legged in the space, Haechan reaches further into the trunk behind himself, pulling out—

“A guitar?” You question, baffled, and he smiles sheepishly at you.

“I bullied Mark into teaching me this,” He grins widely, starting to strum tentatively at the strings and cringing when a discordant chord sounds out. “Shit.”

“Maybe,” You lilt, smiling teasingly, “You should have bullied him harder.”

“Yeah,” Haechan says, his expression twisting into a grimace briefly. “I’ll definitely keep that in mind. Now hush, I think I’m ready.” The second he gets used to the guitar and the first couple of solid chords sound out, you can’t help but gasp quietly, a hand moving to cover your mouth.

He’s singing your song—the song you told him you love—and sounds beautiful doing it.

As you two sit there, Haechan essentially serenading you with PRETTYMUCH’s song ‘Eyes Off You,’ you realize that, true to the song, Haechan can barely stop looking at you long enough to strum the right notes, his eyes sparkling with adoration and a fondness you’ve never seen anyone have for you. It’s taking everything into you not to lunge directly at him, hold his face and kiss him, the only thing restraining you being the knowledge that Mark would really prefer if his guitar remained intact and undamaged.

Your saving grace comes when Haechan, distracted by looking at you, makes a minor mistake, making him jolt in surprise once, looking down at the guitar with an almost betrayed expression, before he jolts a second time at your voice.

“Holy shit.” You mumble, practically starstruck, and he gives you a bashful smile, moving the guitar behind him, and you’re about to pounce, but he opens his mouth like he wants to say something, and you’re immediately still, already hanging on his every word.

“I…I wanna be the person to love you the way this song feels,” Haechan says carefully, echoing your earlier thoughts, and you swallow around the thickest of lumps in your throat as he continues on, words now coming out in a bit of a rush, “I know you just said it’s too soon to say the L word, but—”

“But nothing.” You say immediately, words just as rushed as his, and he blinks at you, confused.

“Huh?”

“I was wrong. Say it.” You’ve never felt this sort of aching in your chest, but you need to hear him say the words, every fiber of your being on the precipice of a free fall.

“Wh–?” Haechan can only blink at you, stunned into the first silence you’ve ever experienced from him, and you can’t help but sigh softly in exasperation.

“Haechan.”

“Yes?”

“Say it. Please?” You’re almost embarrassed at this point, warmth rushing through your body and making a beeline for your face, and you’re about to call it off, tell him that it’s alright, and—

“I-I love you.” Haechan stammers out, wide, earnest eyes meeting yours.

—and the warmth bursts once it reaches your chest, raining down inside of you like fireworks, and you realize that maybe that wasn’t nerves, but love.

You can’t hold back anymore, leaning over with a smile so wide that it takes you a few tries to plant a proper kiss on Haechan—not that he minds, the male pulling you into his lap, basking in the attention of your cooing and kisses and realizes that this is what it feels like to be loved by you, and it’s better than he could have ever imagined.

“Aren’t you gonna say it back?” Haechan nudges your cheek with his nose before pressing a kiss there, his smile against your skin letting you know he already knows the feeling is mutual.

“Mm, maybe if you say it without hesitating,” You tease lightly, cupping his chin, squeezing so his lips pucker out, and pressing a kiss to them, laughing quietly at his delighted hum that turns into a squawk of indignance.

“Not very good of a future educator to make fun of me for being nervous,” He frowns up at you petulantly, but it’s like there’s sunlight and warmth radiating from the two of you, both of you incapable of hiding your smiles for long, joy peeking out like sunbeams.

“Actual nervous people and you being a wuss are two entirely different things.” You retort, laughing when his eyes widen in surprise before narrowing at you, his arms locking around your waist to keep you in place.

(It’s not like you were going anywhere, but you have a feeling he already knew that.)

“So be a teacher and teach me how to say it right.” He murmurs, tilting his head up to brush his lips against yours.

“I love you,” You say softly, sincerely, ending it with a soft kiss, and a tremor runs through Haechan that you feel, the male under you shuddering in delight.

“I gotta do it with the kiss?” He asks with a teasing lilt, and you laugh, tickled as you nod.

“Yeah, you gotta do it with the kiss,” You confirm, matching his playful cadence.

“Mm, in that case,” Haechan muses, kissing you once and barely pulling away enough to say, “I love you.” He looks up from your lips to look you in the eyes for a moment, as if wordlessly conveying his sincerity before he gives you a brief kiss.

“I love you too,” You say, a bit breathless, and he beams at you.

“You forgot the kiss,” He points out, and you roll your eyes with a smile as you lean in for a kiss. “It’s okay, we have nothing but time to practice.”

“Well, in the literal sense, the skating rink closes at 8:30, so—”

“Woman, will you hush and let me be romantic?”

“…Sorry,” You mumble, and he pinches your side lightly as retribution. “Hey, question,” You ask, and Haechan looks up at you from where he’s resting his head on your chest. “If you’d really kept to when I said it was too early, when were you ever gonna tell me you love me?”

“I don’t know,” Haechan muses thoughtfully, “I don’t think I would have ever told you.”

“What?” You exclaim incredulously.

“Think about how this whole thing started!”

“You stole my sex toys.” You say flatly.

“After that–”

“That’s where it started!” You say defensively.

“You fuck-zoned me!”

“And look how that turned out.” A gesture between the two of you has you both grinning like fools before Haechan clutches his chest dramatically, feigning a hurt expression.

“It still hurt at the time, y’know.”

“Sorry…again.”

“It’s okay,” Haechan hums, smiling contently. “You have all the time in the world to make it up to me.”

“I don’t have a good feeling about this.”

“Good. You shouldn’t—ow!” Haechan rubs his forehead where you flicked him while shooting you a glare. “You’ll pay for that.”

“I bet.”

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