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*takes down notes in case of Bloodb0rne beach episode fanart*
#hmmmm...#i am better off not looking at my WIP like that since summer 2021#i mention summer 2021 as my post productive creative period often huh.. that is not accidental#it was the last time i was seen sane#but yeah i do not push for 100% historical accuracy with BB designs and lore of course#however it is good to use for *inspiration*#for everyone but Micolash because he'd wear something slutty at the beach :pensive:#ok i will stop
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[ID: a digital comic based on the owl house, featuring Hunter and Willow. The comic is a redraw of the "alphabet confession" meme comic. In the first panel, Hunter stands nervously in front of Willow, saying "I..". The next panel is a closeup of Hunter as he continues, saying "I...I" with an intense expression. In the third panel Hunter stops and looks suprised as Willow (partly off screen) continues, saying "J, K, L, M, N, O, P...". The next panel is a closeup of Willow, somewhat bashful, continuing listing the alphabet, now on "Q, R, S, T, U, V...". The penultimate panel is a closeup of Hunter as he finishes off the alphabet for her, saying "W, X, Y, and Z". He looks equally bashful. The final panel shows Hunter and Willow holding each other and seemingly spinning in mid air as flower petals circle around them. The comic is in black and white with the gutters between panels being light pink, and Hunter and Willow are both in their post-thanks to them designs. End ID]
HAPPY 1 WEEK TIL FOR THE FUTURE! Here's a silly comic idea that would not leave my head <3 they are so fucking stupid
#the owl house#toh#hunter toh#hunter noceda#willow park#huntlow#not technically spoilers! i made it before the trailer dropped and i haven't seen any leaks yet (or at least no big ones lol)#btw if you rb this and comment/tag it with spoilers or leaks i am blocking you do not do that shit#there's not much to say about this piece other than. i redrew every panel except the first and last ones after i finished it the first time#bc i wasn't happy with the style/form/framing etc etc#i briefly mentioned this to my friends and they worried for me#I'd just rather post something I'm happy with than something i didn't spend a lot of time on!#which is in some ways a curse but in other ways it's what keeps me sane in these trying times#anyway. memeific huntlow be upon ye!
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So for the longest time my brother has been BEGGING ME to draw Sonic for him (I have to say itâs a hyper-fixation for my brother LOVES Sonic đ
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And it took me so long to do it cuzâ DAMN IT FOR THE LONGEST TIME THE SNOUT WAS SO COMPLICATED UUGGGGHH-đ„đ„đ„đ„
But I DID IT. I finally drew him, and Iâd say he looks WAY better than how I used to draw him đđ§(Sonic wasnât my fav character and to be frank I never really played the Sonic games but HECK I still tried đ)
So anyways HERE SOME SKETCHES FROM YESTERDAY-
And because I think itâs be funny if Sonic met Peppino (cuz theyâre both fast as fuck-) I did some crossover art:
The last one used this photo đ:
#Pizza Tower#Sonic the Hedgehog#I was on the hype mine as well draw a crossover đ€·ââïžđ#I feel like Sonic would be like the hyper little cousin of Peppino#He constantly wants to race with him. Peppino does it to prove him wrong. (Sonic ends up winning though-)#Also THE LAST ONE I had saved on my phone for a while and Inwas waiting to use it đ#I thought Peppino would fit cuz although I feel like he is the most normal and TRIES TO BE SANE- he can be a bitâŠ..chaotic at times-#Also Sonic has seen the horrors of how Peppino makes his chili dogsâŠ.#Peppino#Sonic#Crossover
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#this is such a niche gripe i guess idk its why it's in the tags#but i really get so annoyed by how a lot of this fandom acts like they know everything about her especially like where she goes#and what she does in her free time because they think they KNOW about everything but#all you know is what she chooses to show you like specifically paps like...... she calls them. all celebs do. 99.999999% of the time#these days it's how that industry works which i KNOW for a fact but like don't take my word for it if you don't believe me fine#but it's how it is and i can tell you that from professional experience but also like#the amount of friends and people i know who've seen her places all over the city for YEARS now#and there are no pap photos of her in those places nor did anyone know she went to that building/restaurant/bar/event#there are a feeeeeew places in the city which are celeb hotspots and the paps might skulk around there but that's cuz#they are known spots for that and waiters and staff tip them off for profit shares#like i know someone who saw her literally last night at a restaurant#there are no photos of her there and no paps outside#like if you think she doesn't leave the house or go somewhere without you knowing cuz you think she's papped everywhere...#thats just simply not true lol couldn't be FURTHER from true#she goes so many places and does so many things that you just don't know about. it's VERY easy to live a private life in the city#EVEN THIS WEEK she's gone more places than you've seen her getting papped at cuz i know people who've seen her!#i can't tell you the amount of famous people i've come across in these situations and the press and social media were none the wiser#people i've sat next to at a crowded brunch counter or people walking their dog or taking their kid for a bike ride like.... ALL THE TIME#famous people love new york cuz new yorkers don't bother them and they can live in relative obscurity#idk what i'm getting at i guess this weirdness like I AM GONNA SHUT DOWN ANYTHING THAT I DONT HAVE PROOF OF#is so deranged to me because...... you only have ~proof~ of like 10% of her life#so the other 90% of it didn't happen cuz.... you a blogger on the internet don't have photographic evidence of it????#IS THAT NOT THE MOST INSANE THING TO SAY????#idk really weird that people just think they know her and shut down any one who poses something that doesn't fit into their#frankensteined version of her that they made out of a bunch of paparazzi photos and flight trackers and deuxmoi posts taped together#as if THATS somehow MORE sane and a more realized person#idk if i'm making sense i'm annoyed whatever whatEVERRRRR
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Simon grinned at himself through the mirror like a stupid teenager in the changing room as Price, god bless this man and his father figure behavior, tugged on his tie to keep it straight and clean.
Wedding Day had come. His wedding day had come.
âMate, you must be shakinâ with excitement to marry the pretty face.â Gaz grinned from his spot on the couch, all three of them dressed in their best attire. Even Soap hadnât complained once about wearing a tie.
Simonâs mind wandered to you in the other room, he hadnât seen you since last night, tradition, thatâs what they called it.
He hoped you were having a blast, because you had to spend so many days and nights over the wedding plans that he had to get you to the hospital once after you broke down from exhaustion.
âAnyone ever thought big bad olâ Ghost gets married?â Soap teased as he rummaged through the drawers at the desk. What exactly was he searching? Simon didnât know or maybe he was too happy to question his best friendâs motives for now, they usually end in chaos and today was meant no chaos.
âI always believed Simon would find the one true love one day.â Price nodded and patted Simonâs chest, telling him he was done with the tie.
âLiar.â Gaz laughed and shook his head. âIf you want to know who always believed in you, Lieutenant, thatâs me. Olâ Captain and MacTavish over here said you would die a virgin. We got a bet running for a while.â
Simon wasnât even surprised or mad, maybe tomorrow, or the week after. But tonight he wanted to be on Cloud Nine and looking through the pink tinted glasses of love. Tonight he would say âyesâ to the person he loved the most, the one that kept him alive and sane and put up with his antics.
âIâm getting married.â He smiled at himself in the mirror.
âYouâre getting married, son.â Price looked at him, through the mirror, a proud smile hidden under the beard.
A minute later his phone rang, your name and picture on the screen.
âYes? Everything alright, darling?â Simon asked and looked at Price, worry flashing behind his brown eyes.
âIâm scared, Simon. I⊠I know this will sound crazy and you probably think Iâm mad. But⊠I wanna run away.â You say, followed by a shaky breath. âBut at the same time I donât wanna run away but stay and marry you. Does it make sense?â
Simon relaxed immediately, you were nervous, as you should be. Just like him.
âHow about this then, darling, we run away together until you know what you want.â He grinned and picked up his suit jacket.
Soap and Gaz were gasping at him.
âLetâs run away together and if you still feel like running, we blew off this party. And if not, we come back, say yes to each other tonight and live our happily ever after.â
Gaz asked if he was insane. Soap was looking between Simon and Price, who simply had the time of his life while opening the door for Simon to leave.
âAre you sure⊠do you⊠I meanâŠ?â You started to ramble and mutter under your breath.
âDarling⊠For you I would go through hell and back. I am not complete without you anymore. There was a time before you, sure. But there will be no time after you. Together.â Simon spoke gently and could see through the phone who your cheeks turned pink and tears pricked your eyes. âIâll be out in two minutes, donât let me wait.â
(Spoiler, in the end Simon and you got married surrounded by friends and family. Price lost a bet to Laswell because they both know you two and knew you would pull such a stunt. Soap had gained a few more grey hairs than necessary and Gaz was pretty sure this was some kind of punishment, why else would you two pull something like that.)
#cod mwii#cod x gn!reader#simon riley#simon riley x you#simon ghost riley#ghost x you#cod mw2#cod x you#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x you#simon riley drabble#simon ghost riley x reader
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#seeing more sane takes on tumblr than instagram makes me feel like im taking crazy pills#but i suppose thats the long format posting platform vs image posting platform difference between them as even on ig the longformat gets#drown out by the short infograph method of thought and its easier on tumblr for long format text to be primary even tho tumblr users like#to play with images like toys its not the same as how ig is#i refuse to use twitter and tiktok like a sane person so i cant speak to there but have heard its far worse and also#seen that it has tremendous effects on the people who use them#im actually thinking its probably for the best if i come back to tumblr as primary social just because like#after taking my years long tumblr detox i have found that i can handle it much#i forgot what i last said fuck gonna post then finish#i can handle it much better now without it rotting my brain the same but ig for example is currently a problem#i have a fb but i deleted the app from my home screen which means i only check it manually to keep up with family i dont actually really#use it use it anymore altho have added some ig friends in case i delete and long time tumblr friends just cuz its been forever now#anyway
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MISS YOU BABY | MV1
an: i need a hug from max verstappen stat, based off this request! thank you for sending it :)
summary: max thought his girlfriend was missing his final race during his triple header, little did he know she'd planned to come and visit all along.
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The hotel room she was in was quiet.
She sat cross-legged on the bed in a dark hotel room that mirrored his, only three floors below, making sure he couldnât see her surroundings. Her phone was propped up against a pillow, and Maxâs face filled the screen, his hair still damp from the shower, tousled and messy. He looked worn-out but managed a small, tired smile just for her.
"Iâm sorry, Max. I really tried to get time off, but there was just⊠no way," she said, the fib slipping from her lips with surprising ease. "I wanted to be there with you. Especially now."
Max exhaled, leaning back against his headboard. âI know. Itâs alright.â His voice softened. âI just miss you, is all. Itâs been a rough couple of weeks.â
She nodded, biting the inside of her cheek, wishing she could reach through the screen and wrap her arms around him. "Youâll get through it, though. You always do."
"Doesnât feel that way." He laughed, but it was brittle around the edges. âI feel like Iâm letting everyone down. The team, the fans⊠you.â His eyes searched the screen, as if he might find a solution hidden somewhere in her gaze.
"Never me." She leaned closer, her face so near to the camera that she could see her reflection in his eyes. "Iâm so proud of you, Max. Always. No matter what."
For a moment, he just looked at her, his expression softening, and the tension sheâd seen in his face for days seemed to melt, just a little. "I wish you were here," he murmured. "I swear, youâre the only thing that keeps me sane sometimes."
She swallowed, feeling her heart pull toward him with a force that was hard to resist. "Soon, Iâll be back with you. Just⊠hold on a bit longer, okay?â
She gazed at his face on the screen, her heart swelling as she watched the way his eyes softened every time he looked at her. She knew he was tired and worn down, but in this moment, he looked at peace.
"I love you, Max," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.
He closed his eyes, letting the words wash over him, and when he opened them again, there was a warmth there that seemed to cut through the miles between them. "I love you, too," he replied, a little smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "More than you know."
She tucked her hair behind her ear, feeling her cheeks flush, and nodded. "Get some sleep, alright? Big day tomorrow."
He grinned. "Yeah, yeah. You, too. Dream about me, okay?"
She laughed, rolling her eyes, but her heart skipped all the same. "Always. Goodnight, Max."
"Goodnight, love."
With a final smile, she ended the call, letting the screen go dark as she leaned back into the pillows, her heart fluttering with anticipation. Sheâd hardly been able to sleep on the plane ride here, and she could already tell tonight would be the same.
Still, the thought of finally seeing him in person tomorrow kept her too giddy to care. Sheâd surprise him at the track, slipping through the garage just as he arrived, or maybe even at breakfast if she could manage it without spoiling the surprise. Her mind spun with ideas, each more elaborate than the last, but all she really wanted was to see his face light up when he realised she was there.
Pulling the covers up to her chin, she let her eyes drift closed, replaying the moment over and over in her mind, savouring the thought of his reaction. She loved him fiercely, and she knew that being hereâno matter how much of a secret sheâd had to make itâwas exactly where she was supposed to be.
As she finally began to drift off, her last thought was simple but bright, shining like a promise: Tomorrow, heâll know.
And while she was glad she held onto the secret.
The following morning she wished sheâd told him earlier.
She woke to the faint glow of her phone on the nightstand, her morning alarm. Blinking herself awake, she squinted at the screen and saw Maxâs name, followed by the timeâ5:02 a.m.
Heading to the track early today. Miss you already, wish you were here.
She smiled, feeling that familiar warmth spreading through her chest. But then her heart sank a little. Sheâd been hoping to catch him in the hotel this morning, maybe surprise him over breakfast. Now, with him already gone, she'd have to adjust her plans.
Throwing back the covers, she got up and went to the window. Rain streaked down the glass in thick, heavy drops, and the sky was a murky grey. The weather was only supposed to get worse throughout the day; she knew thatâd make things complicated, especially for an outdoor track. She had no clue if her surprise would even be worth the stress of navigating the drenched, crowded paddock.
After a momentâs hesitation, she tapped her phone, scrolling through her contacts until she reached the name she wanted. She dialled, and after a few rings, Maxâs assistant, Sophie, picked up.
âHey!â Sophie greeted, sounding pleasantly surprised. âWhatâs up? Did you make it in?â
âYes, Iâm here!â she whispered, unable to contain her excitement. âI wanted to surprise him before he heads out on track, but with this rain⊠do you think I should even bother?â
Sophie sighed sympathetically. âHonestly, itâs a mess out here. Theyâre saying the rainâs going to be even heavier by the time qualifying starts. Heâll be in back-to-back meetings until then, and Iâd hate for you to sit in the rain, just to get a few minutes with him.â
She nodded, glancing out the window at the sheets of rain. âSo you think I should wait?â
âIâd say hold off until right before the race,â Sophie replied. âHeâll have a short break, and I think heâd love the surprise then. Plus, everyoneâs less frantic between qualifying and race prep.â
âGood point,â she agreed, a little disappointed but knowing Sophie was right. The track on a rainy race day was chaos, and if she could avoid it until the right moment, sheâd have a better chance of actually spending time with him. âThanks, Sophie. Let me know if anything changes?â
âWill do! Heâll be so happy to see you,â Sophie said warmly. âHang tight, okay?â
As she hung up, she couldnât help but feel a twinge of excitement, knowing the surprise would be even more perfect with the wait. So she ordered herself a coffee, sat by the window, and watched the rain pour down, imagining the look on Maxâs face when heâd finally see her just before the most important race of the weekend.
The rain hadnât let up by the time she arrived at the track, the skies dark and moody, the air thick with humidity. Sheâd navigated her way through security and weaving lines of drenched fans, her heart racing as she got closer to Maxâs garage. But by the time she finally made it, he was already in the car, helmet on, visor down, his focus entirely on the track ahead.
Her heart sank a little as she scanned the bustling garage, hoping for some last chance to catch his eye. But he was already strapped in, a crew member leaning in to give him a final check before he rolled out. She spotted Sophie in the corner, scribbling something down on a clipboard, and made her way over to her.
âHey,â she whispered, feeling the dampness of the rain still clinging to her hair and clothes. âI⊠I just missed him, didnât I?â
Sophie looked up and gave her a sympathetic smile. âYeah, he was swamped the moment he got here. They barely had time to get him settled with all the delays.â She gestured to the grid display above them, where Maxâs name glowed beside the stark âP17â position. âRough start, but heâll be glad to know youâre here.â
She nodded, feeling a pang as she glanced at his car just as it rumbled to life. His fingers flexed on the steering wheel, even from a distance she could see the tension there. She let out a breath, feeling a swell of pride and worry all at once. âWell, Iâll be here watching, then.â
Sophie handed her a headset, which she slipped on just in time to hear his engineerâs voice crackle through with the first instructions as they prepared for the start. The rain was relentless, turning the track into a slick, treacherous maze, and she felt her stomach twist as the cars peeled out onto the track for the formation lap. Maxâs car trailed near the back, but she knew heâd fight, as he always did, with a ferocity she both admired and feared in moments like this.
The race began, a chaotic blur of spray and metal, the cars kicking up rooster tails of water, visibility nearly zero as they fought for position. She gripped the edge of her seat as the laps ticked by, heart pounding with every close call. It quickly became clear that the conditions were only worsening, drivers struggling to keep their cars on track, a few even skidding off into barriers with loud, bone-jarring crashes. Her hands tightened around the headset as Max navigate his way forward, battling his way to P10, then P6.
And then, just when the tension seemed to reach its peak, there was a deafening crash, followed by a sudden hush as the red flag went up, halting the race.
Her breath caught in her throat. The screen above replayed the incidentâa skidding into the barrier that had caused an emergency stop. The seconds felt like hours as she waited, desperately searching for a glimpse of his car on the feed. Finally, there it was, intact, safe. Relief flooded her, and she felt her shoulders sag.
The race restarted after the delay, and she watched in awe as Max took advantage of the reshuffled positions and tire changes, surging forward with a newfound intensity. Lap by lap, he clawed his way through the field, passing car after car with a precision that made her heart race. It was as if heâd transformed, harnessing every ounce of his frustration from the last few races, channelling it into something extraordinary.
The garage erupted in cheers as he moved into P3, then P1. She stared at the screen, hardly daring to blink, her heart racing as he crossed the finish line in first place, drenched in rain and glory.
She could hardly believe it. From P17 to P1. Heâd done it.
Forgetting herself, she laughed, a sound of pure joy, her heart swelling as she watched him slow down, the victory finally sinking in. She couldn't wait to see his face when he finally realised she was here, to be the first person heâd see when he stepped out of that car, soaked and grinning, finally at the top.
Ripping her headset off, she followed the crew as they ran out to parc fermĂ©, her heart racing as fast as the roar of the crowd. The team, buzzing with excitement, parted slightly as she joined them, nudging her to the front so sheâd be the first face he saw. She could barely breathe as she caught sight of Maxâs car, now still, the rain glistening on its blue-and-red bodywork.
With all the force he had he climbed out, pulling off his helmet to reveal damp, messy hair and a face lit up with exhilaration and disbelief. For a moment, he simply stood there, taking in the shouts of the crowd and the blinding flashes of cameras. And then, his gaze landed on her.
His eyes widened, his exhaustion and surprise giving way to pure joy. Without hesitation, he broke into a run, crossing the slick tarmac with the kind of speed and determination that made her heart leap. She barely had a second to react before he wrapped her in his arms, his lips crashing against hers as he pulled her close, his hands pressed firmly against her back, as if he still couldnât believe she was real.
âYou came,â he murmured breathlessly, pulling back just enough to look at her, his face filled with awe and happiness.
âI wouldnât have missed it for the world,â she replied, her voice trembling with emotion, brushing a wet strand of hair from his face.
He smiled, a bright, unguarded smile that melted her heart. âGod, I needed this. I needed you.â
And then he kissed her again, a kiss filled with all the missed moments and the words they hadnât been able to say, the thrill of his victory mingling with the fierce love they shared. She felt the rain soak through her clothes, the crowd and the noise around them fading as they held each other, his arms wrapping around her as if he could protect her from the rest of the world.
âI still canât believe it,â he whispered against her lips, his forehead resting against hers, his hand gently brushing her cheek. âP1. And youâre here.â
She laughed softly, her eyes shining. âYou deserve it, Max. I knew you could do it.â
He held her close, a triumphant laugh bubbling from his chest as he buried his face in her neck, and they stood there in the pouring rain, lost in each other, savouring the victory and this long-awaited moment they both knew theyâd never forget.
As the noise of the cheering crew and fans started to swell around them, Max pulled back slightly, brushing his thumb across her cheek, his gaze lingering on her face as if he was trying to commit every detail to memory.
âI have to go,â he said softly, his voice tinged with regret. âThe interviews, cool-down room, podium⊠but wait for me? Iâll meet you in my driverâs room as soon as I can.â
She nodded, understanding but already missing the warmth of his arms. âIâll be waiting. Go,â she whispered, giving him a small smile. âEnjoy every secondâyou deserve it.â
He pressed one last, lingering kiss to her forehead, then turned and jogged off to join the waiting crew, helmet in hand, while she stayed rooted to her spot, watching him disappear into the crowd. Her heart swelled with pride as she trailed after the team to watch his interviews, his beaming, breathless face glowing with pride and energy as he spoke about the gruelling conditions and the unbelievable climb from P17 to P1.
Then came the cool-down room, where she watched from the sidelines as he bantered with the other drivers, sharing exhausted smiles and congratulatory claps on the back, the weight of his achievement settling in as he finally let himself relax a little. She couldnât help but smile, feeling as though she could burst with joy just watching him, his eyes sparking with energy even as he looked ready to collapse from exhaustion.
And finally, the podium. She felt the crowdâs excitement echo through her as she looked up to see him standing tall, drenched from head to toe, a bottle of champagne in hand. When he raised it in victory, the crowd erupted, and she joined them, cheering at the top of her lungs as he sprayed champagne with abandon, laughing as he celebrated with the other drivers. His eyes swept over the crowd, and when they found hers, he gave a subtle nod, a silent promise that heâd be back with her soon.
After the podium, she made her way to his driverâs room, her heart fluttering as she paced the small space, the thrill of the day lingering in every fibre of her being. And then, finally, the door swung open, and there he was.
He looked completely worn out, his hair still damp and messy, his fireproof undersuit clinging to his skin. But his smile was bright, and his eyes lit up the moment he saw her.
Without a word, he crossed the room, pulling her into his arms, his lips finding hers in a soft, exhausted kiss. She melted into him, her arms wrapping around his neck as he held her close, the adrenaline and joy from his victory radiating between them.
âI donât think Iâve ever been this happy,â he whispered against her ear, his voice low and hoarse. âWinning today⊠and having you here with me. Itâs everything.â
She brushed a strand of damp hair from his face, smiling as she traced her fingers along his cheek. âYou did it, Max. Iâm so proud of you.â
He took her hand, pressing it to his heart, his eyes never leaving hers. âNone of it would mean anything without you,â he said quietly, his voice steady.
She felt her eyes sting with tears, overwhelmed by the depth of his words. âIâm here,â she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. âIâll always be here.â
They stayed like that for a long moment, wrapped up in each other, the rest of the world slipping away. He stroked her hair, pressing gentle kisses to her forehead, her cheeks, her lips, as if savouring each moment.
âLetâs get out of here,â he finally murmured, his voice warm and soft, âcelebrate somewhere a little less chaotic.â
She laughed, nodding. âAnywhere, as long as itâs with you.â
They headed back to his hotel, hand in hand, a peaceful quiet settling over them as they left the track behind. Once in the privacy of his suite, he gave her a lingering kiss, then smiled, nodding toward the bathroom. âGive me a few minutes to wash off all the champagne and⊠probably half the track dust,â he said with a laugh.
She grinned, watching as he disappeared into the bathroom, the sound of running water filling the suite a moment later. While he showered, she took the opportunity to pack up her things from her own room, gathering her scattered belongings quickly. The thrill of being close, of finally sharing a space for the night, filled her with a warmth that had nothing to do with the tropical heat outside.
By the time she returned, he was out of the shower, towelling off his damp hair, his expression softening as he took in the sight of her standing there with her things. Without a word, he crossed the room and took her bags from her hands, setting them by the closet as he gave her a smile that made her heart skip.
Once theyâd both changed into fresh clothesâsheâd opted for a simple dress, and he in casual jeans and a loose shirtâthey slipped out of the hotel through a side exit, making their way to a tiny, tucked-away Brazilian restaurant that had been recommended. The place was hidden, small enough to be missed by the crowds, with soft, low lighting that created an intimate, cosy atmosphere. A few locals lingered around tables, but they paid little attention to the couple as they took a corner table in the back.
They ordered caipirinhas and he reached across the table to hold her hand, his fingers tracing gentle circles on her skin as they laughed over silly little things, shared stories from the past few weeks, and spoke of things beyond racing, beyond work, just slipping back into the easy flow they always shared. The food was rich and deliciousâsmall plates of feijoada, grilled meats, and pĂŁo de queijoâeverything flavorful and homey.
He leaned across the table, his eyes warm and filled with that familiar spark, as he watched her speak, clearly savouring every moment. âYou know,â he said softly, âI think this is the best victory celebration Iâve ever had.â
She squeezed his hand, smiling back at him. âSame here. I missed just⊠being with you like this.â
They stayed until the restaurant closed, lingering over the last bites of dessert, letting the night stretch out as long as possible. Eventually, they headed back to the hotel, the city streets now quiet and still beneath the soft hum of streetlights.
Once back in his room, Max changed into a pair of soft pyjama bottoms, leaving his chest bare, his skin still warm from the shower. She slipped into one of his t-shirts, the fabric soft and oversized, the scent of him comforting and familiar. When she stepped out the bathroom, he was already waiting for her by the bed, his gaze softening as he took her in, a gentle smile curving on his lips.
Without a word, he reached for her, lacing his fingers through hers as he pulled her close, guiding her to the bed. She sank into the mattress beside him, and he wrapped an arm around her, drawing her against his chest, his fingertips trailing absently over her shoulder. She nestled into him, feeling his warmth seep through her, a cosy silence wrapping around them.
They lay there, tangled together, her head tucked beneath his chin as he gently traced circles on her back, his breath even and steady. He tilted her chin up, his eyes searching hers for a quiet moment before he leaned down, capturing her lips in a soft, lingering kiss, filled with a tenderness that said everything words couldnât. She kissed him back just as gently, savouring the intimacy of being close like this, the world beyond these walls feeling miles away.
When the kiss ended, he pressed his forehead to hers, a soft sigh escaping as he held her close, one hand settling over hers, fingers intertwined. They stayed that way, her head resting against his heartbeat, lulled by the steady rhythm.
Finally, they drifted off, still tangled in each otherâs arms, wrapped up in the warmth and comfort of just being together. As the night settled around them, Max couldnât help but smile, holding her a little closer as he slipped into sleep, his heart full and light.
Max couldnât have wished for a better weekend.
the end.
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Sunghoon trying to stay sane and respectful but your love for mini skirts and barely there tops are testing his patience day by day. He's not a horn dog but God when you press against him, so soft, so pretty and oh so naive..do you not notice your entire cleavage hanging out for his eyes to drink in, or the skirt riding up your luscious thighs as you rant about your day?
as someone who wears mini skirts all the timeâŠnbgngngn. iâm also pretty high but reading this really put a number on me so sorry for typos lol
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Sunghoon is a skirt chaser.
Heâs always loved seeing girls wearing them since it made their legs look longer. It didnât matter much to himâshort girls or tall girlsâhe loved seeing ass peeking out from under the skirt and how theyâd always tug at the hem to pull it down. Sunghoon doesnât date much either (although that definitely wasnât because nobody wanted him like that either; he wasnât looking for that type of commitment).
He loved the kind of skirts that paired well for going out. Sure, the solid color staples pieces were cute. But the way silk touches the skin and how hips sway in these fabrics was enough to make his mouth salivate.
When you started wearing them, Sunghoon became perplexed.
You, his best friend since twelve, seemed to have ditched jeans and long dresses for short skirts and baby tees. In the past few months, heâs seen you switch up your wardrobe to the point where he was sure you had more than enough mini skirts to last you a lifetime. They came in all colors and styles, one for every color underneath the rainbow and then some. His friends all noticed this too, eyes following your ass every time you walked in front of them. That made him mad.
The thing is, you have an amazing ass and your tits always sit so pretty. He tries not to stare and gawk at you every time you wear these kinds of clothes. You keep it fairly tame when youâre in broad daylight and push the boundaries on a night out. You donât seem to care that his friends stare at you every time you try to cover yourself up from a gust of wind or when you bend down. Sunghoon has probably seen your panties too many times.
He really doesnât understand why all of these feelings are bubbling up. Heâs seen you in bikinis and didnât react like this. Sunghoon is confused but that doesnât stop his dick from getting hard every time he pictures your outfits when heâs in the safety of his bedroom.
His favorite way to get off is by pushing his back against the bed frame and spreading his legs, holding his fist in a circle and he pumps himself up and down. Sunghoon pictures you riding him in one of your infamous mini skirts, looking up at the ceiling and imagining what youâd look like on top of him. He thinks about how heâd look down and the dirty affair would be covered by the fabric, as if thinking about fucking your best friend wasnât weird.
Sunghoon is pulled back to reality when you squeeze his bicep in lieu of a greeting.
âDo you have our tickets?â
He nearly jumps out of his skin. âJesus, Y/N. You need to warn a guy before you creep up on them.â
âAll I did was touch your arm!â His cheeks feel hot as you laugh. âWere you in deep thought, or something?â
His eyes flicker to the shortest skirt heâs ever seen you wear but scoffs, playing it off. âNah. Youâre as quiet as a mouse.â
âWell this mouse wants to go inside.â
You donât wait for him to answer you. Sunghoon feels you tug him by the hand towards the security line in front of the concert venue. Youâve been a bit more physical with him lately, tugging on his arm and sifting your fingers through his hair whenever heâd lay his head on top of yours. He only ever means to for a brief second in the way friends do, but he hesitates to pull away once you tug at his roots.
The artist is a band you two discovered a few years back and he was in charge of buying the concert tickets for the both of you. Sunghoon sees the fruit of his labor pay off when youâre both standing inside after you both pass through security. The venue is crowded and small, but youâre sure everybody is too high out of their minds to notice people bumping into them anyway.
As the two of you walk closer towards the middle, it starts to get tighter. Sunghoon moves you in front of him and puts his hands on your waist to guide you and doesnât mind that your arms are resting on top of his.
You donât move away from him once youâve joined others either. He noticed that youâre a bit shorter than everyone else around you. âDo you want to get on my shoulders during your favorite songs?â
âNo, thatâs okay. I want to dance.â
He looks down at your skirt. âMhm, let me know if you change your mind.
The two of you wait until the show begins and youâre talking to him about how excited you are for tonight but all he can think about is how he could cop a feel if he really wanted to. The skirt youâre wearing provides him easy access to touch you but he refuses to act on his urges, often flexing his fingers to calm himself down.
Halfway through the show and everyone is having a great time. Youâve danced for an hour straight and feel your legs wobbling after jumping and screaming the lyrics to Sunghoon. Heâs a bit taken aback when you rest your back against his chest but tries not to think too much into it.
But you stay like that for a while and he can feel the fabric of your skirt. He toys with it absentmindedly as he nods his head to the melody until he feels your legs tensing against him. When he looks down, your thighs are squished together.
Fuck. He wonders if youâre horny.
Sunghoon hooks his chin over your shoulder and peeks down below to where his hands graze the hem of your mini skirts. When you donât motion for him to move away, he grunts when his hands start to disappear and moans directly in your ear when his fingers touch your panties. Itâs only then does he realize how wet you are.
His other arm is secured over your waist and you grip onto him at the sudden contact across your blooming core. He swipes his index and middle fingers back and forth to gauge just how wet youâve become, smearing it all over your panties. It brings a gasp out of you and he pushes his lap against your ass.
Itâs too much and heâs too hard. Neither of you are paying much attention to the show anymore, too wrapped up in your own little world to focus on anything else. Sunghoon nearly moans out loud when he realizes youâre allowing him to hump you from behind.
âAre you trying to ruin this friendship?â
Sunghoon feels you nod against him and the two of you head out of the venue and into his car. He tries to keep it in his pants on the ten minute drive back to his apartment. You donât fuss when Sunghoon shoves his hand between your legs and keeps rubbing over your pussy as he drives, one hand on the wheel while he plays with you. Your best friend bites his lip and tenses when arousal gushes out of you.
âRecline and open your legs wider, baby.â You do as he says and he pats your clit twice. âGood girl, listening to me like that.â He switches his ministrations and brings his thumb to rub over your clit in back and forth motions. âNeed to make sure you stay wet.â
And stay wet you do. Youâre wet all the way home where he locks the two of you in his place until heâs dropping to his knees and pushing your chest against the wall. Sunghoon puts his face between your legs and licks up the arousal clinging to your panties while spreading your cheeks apart with his big hands, squeezing when you yelp.
He pulls the pathetic fabric aside and sticks his tongue into you, prying yourself open for his viewing. His warmth breath fans over your core and it has you pushing back against his face until his tongue licks you up in repeated motions.
Sunghoon doesnât really care that heâs too horny for foreplay and neither do you, apparently, because when you hear sunghoon unzip his pants and take them off, youâre taking your panties off and taking your shoes off too. He grabs himself and aligns his tip with your hole before pushing all of himself inside.
Youâre so wet. Itâs so hot. He fucks you like heâs got enough stamina to last a lifetime and your tits bounce against the walls at the pace heâs set. He pulls back far enough that he nearly slips out every time but without fail, Sunghoon will make sure his dick stays wet the entire time youâre with him.
He pulls you back onto the couch with his cock still lodged inside of you, manhandling your body until heâs got you on his lap and your feet are placed by his knees. Sunghoon pushes his hips upwards and fucks you like this, balls slapping your clit with every thrust. He moans when you moan, the emptiness of his apartment filled up by erotic noises that only spur on his orgasm.
Your release triggers his. When he feels your cum seeping down onto the base, Sunghoon shoots his thick ropes into you but doesnât stop thrusting. Albeit lazier and more random, he keeps his frantic pace and lets you dig your fingers into him while you wonder how your best friend made you cum so fast.
âFuck!â you moan when Sunghoon pulls out just to push himself back in once heâs made your body lay in front of him.
âYouâre so fucking sexy in these things.â He acknowledges the skirt by flipping the fabric with his fingers. Sunghoon doesnât give you enough time to reply but youâre too busy moaning to care about the consequences anyway. âWear them more often and Iâll fuck you like this every time.â
Since when is your best friend so good at dirty talk?!
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"So, and I can't believe I have to be the guy to point this out," Doc starts hesitantly.
"Terrible start! Go on," Cleo says.
"But you seem to be one of the only sane people left right now," Doc continues.
"Even more terrible, although I appreciate your delusion," Cleo says.
"And I have to--you know, if you're going to make fun of me for bringing you a problem maybe I just won't. I can solve it myself. I basically solved the moon thing myself," Doc says. "I am trying to be responsible before this turns into a whole thing."
"Doc, you came to me. Did you want anything that wasn't me making fun of you? Because you know, if so, I really feel bad for you. I already feel bad enough for you that you think you actually managed to do anything at all about the moon thing."
Doc throws his hands up. "I am trying to warn you the ocean is evil! It's important! This is important!"
"The deep sea being evil isn't new," Cleo starts, "I was building Atlantis last season--"
"It sent, sent, salmon people to kill me!"
Cleo stops. They look Doc in the eyes. They search for any signs of deception at all. It's a little hard to tell, on account of Doc only having one eye even capable of expressiveness, and his face being the opposite of human, but...
"What?" Cleo says dumbly.
"It was like, like, Beef and Skizz, they were crazy! They were talking about a giant fish and how I shouldn't defy it. And I was like, what is a Big Salmon? I don't know, man, but they're ocean mobsters. And then I started looking. It's not just them. It's not just them Cleo, it's everyone. The ocean, man, it's evil, it's getting everyone. I've, I've made a list. Grian. Have you looked at Grian lately?"
"I think if we were worried about every time Grian got possessed then we wouldn't have any free time," Cleo says hesitantly.
"Right, right, but it was supposed to be Demise. The killing each other, all of the killing each other. I thought, oh, that'll get it out of their systems. But it's not just him Cleo! It's--have you seen Gem? She's all, oh, I will build a boat. Oh, I'll provoke the creatures of the deep. And then. Do you know what I saw all of Team ZITS doing? Fishing!"
"Doc," Cleo says, increasingly concerned for him. He looks... disheveled.
"And not just fishing, oh no. They were standing in the water fishing! And Pearl! Have I mentioned that Pearl is dressing up as a salmon? I mentioned that, yes? The salmon Pearl?"
"You hadn't, unless that was the big fish thing," Cleo says.
"No, that was something different, I think Pearl is maybe a different salmon."
"Sure, okay, more than one salmon, that makes sense," Cleo says dryly.
"And everyone, they are fishing each other around the ocean, yes? Etho is in the ocean! XB is in the ocean! I think I saw Joe crawl out of the ocean earlier, he was all wet and haunted! Surely that is a sign the ocean is evil."
"No, he's just like that," Cleo says. "Also, I did the fishing rod thing too. I think it's just... normal fun."
"They're getting you too. My assessment that you're the sane one. I've said too much."
"I think you need sleep," Cleo says. "Doc, there isn't an ocean-based conspiracy. It's the start of the season. You know we're just like this."
"That's the thing, I can't sleep," Doc says. "I can't. I sleep and I see it. I see it, lurking beneath the waves. It's calling for me Cleo. It's calling. And when it calls, it seems so--kind. But then. But then! I wake up, and I remember the shape of it, and..."
Doc shudders and stops talking. Cleo looks at him a moment longer and then, like comforting a nervous animal, takes his shoulder.
"You should take a nap. It's the start of the season. You're over-stressing yourself. Too much too fast?" they say, as soothingly as possible.
"It's coming for us," Doc says. "It's coming. I don't want to ignore it this time, yes? What's coming for us. We should--we should--"
"Even if it is, Doc, I don't think we can fight the ocean. Come on. Maybe sleeping in my base will help reset your brain."
Doc shudders, but lets Cleo guide him inside. They watch until at last he falls asleep fitfully before shaking their head and sighing.
"A giant fish that was trying to kill him. Honestly. I don't know where he gets these things from. Always a conspiracy with him..."
They decide to go to Ren. Ren knows how to humor Doc. Surely they can get in their ridiculous games again, and Doc will forget all about this. Doc would enjoy the Ministry of Ministries. Maybe he can be an anarchist or something. That would be good for him.
Doc cries out in his sleep. Cleo turns to him.
Then again, they have this strange sinking feeling in their stomach. Doc's... awfully worked up.
But it's Doc.
Surely it's nothing.
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warnings âș Part 2 for this post. Ye-Jun is insane. This relationship is pure toxicity, pls donât stay with someone like this in real life lol. Translations/songs I used at the end. Homophobia/talk of revenge porn of a minor at the end (itâs not done by Ye-Jun)
plot âș Kim Ye-Jun is back in your life. And he doesnât seem too keen on leaving you anytime soon. While you get insight on how brutal fame can be
kinks âș size difference, hate sex, oral sex, manhandling, marking, biting, choking, dubcon, orgasm denial, dacryphilia, sub/dom undertones
words to know âș maknae (ë§ëŽ) â youngest. Hyung (í) â a term a younger male with call an older male. Jagiya/Jagi (ìêž°ìŒ) â âsweetie/baby.â Knets â Korean Netizens, Korean people on the internet. Dispatch â a Korean blog, known for exposing kpop idols relationships
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You had left Ye-Jun that night.
It was nerve wracking to get dressed silently as you watched him like a hawk. Your heart pounding in your chest. You werenât even sure why you were so fearful. But you managed to leave as quiet as a mouse.
You practically sprinted out of the hotel room as the sun was just rising. Your legs carrying you to the bus before you were driven back to the outskirts of Seoul.
Your feet dragged along the ground as you finally reached your apartment building, wanting to collapse onto your bed for the rest of the day.
âHyungâŠ!â
You froze, finger pressed against the touch pad. The numbers illuminated as they waited for you to press in the passcode. What?
The time was only 8 am. Dohyun was serious about you not coming over until 10 am. Shit, did they really fuck all night?
Another high pitched moan escaped the apartment as you couldnât help but smirk. Young-Jae was the youngest out of him and Dohyun. So that meant the one screaming had to be him.
It was funny. Young-Jae the strict top that wouldnât let you even ask if you could top when you were both fuck buddies. You couldnât even touch or squeeze his ass. The thought of him bottoming wasnât anything you even imagined.
Dohyun was more muscular than him. Though Young-Jae was taller and had been growing some muscular these past few months.
You knew not every top had to be tall and muscular. But you couldnât imagine Dohyun bottoming despite his nicer attitude. But Young-Jae hated the thought of bottoming.
An oddly detailed thought of Dohyun and Young-Jae fighting filled your mind. The idea of them fighting for dominance before Dohyun forced Young-Jae to submit was sexy. You giggled to yourself at the thought before a whine from the apartment interrupted you.
A sane person wouldâve just left and come back.
But you werenât exactly sane.
Besides, everyone in the band has seen each other naked once. Youâve unfortunately seen Won-Shikâs bare ass more times than you count. You would just act shocked and pretend you forgot all about Dohyunâs text from last night.
You typed the passcode onto the touch pad. The familiar hum of the lock twisting before you pushed the door open.
âIâmâ!â
Your jaw dropped at what you saw on the couch.
Lee Young-Jae was a strict top. Because he had Park Dohyun bouncing on his cock.
Park Dohyun was the one moaning âHyungâ?! Was that a kink?! An older man calling the younger man âHyungâ during sex seemed so odd but also oddly sexy. You could only stare for a moment, trying to process what you were seeing right in front of you.
It was hot too so you were enjoying the sight of Dohyunâs ass. Shit, it was fat.
âCho (Name)! Get out!â Young-Jae suddenly yelled, grabbing a couch pillow and throwing it over at you.
You shrieked, managing to dodge. Your eyes went back to Dohyun and Young-Jae. Young-Jae looked mostly smug as he tightened his grip on Dohyunâs waist. Dohyun seemed out of it for the most part, his eyes glossy as he buried his face in Young-Jaeâs neck.
âOkay! Okay⊠Iâm leaving. You better be finished by 10 am!!! Dohyun Hyungie promised I can come back by then.. also you better deep clean the house, pervert.â
Young-Jae ignored you, absentmindedly pointing to the front door. You rolled your eyes and left the apartment, slamming the door shut behind you.
You went to the apartment right next door, Dohyun, Yuki, and Won-Shikâs apartment, and punched in the code.
Curses were at the tip of your tongue as you walked inside. You got ready to announce your arrival when you noticed Yuki on the couch. He looked nervous, a shy smile on his lips. Your eyes trailed down and a groan left your throat.
Junho was giving Yuki a hand job.
âAll of you are perverts!!! Oh my god!! How can you feel safe to do it on the couch?! Perverts!! Iâm going to Won-Shikâs room, because at least he has the decency to rent a hotel room when he wants to fuck someone!!!â
You stormed off to Won-Shikâs room while Junho called your name. Yuki bit his lip as he tried hold in his laugh. The door slammed shut right behind you as you laid down on Won-Shikâs bed.
Perverts!
Junho frowned at the sight of you. He had been worried about you all night. Wanting to check on you, he moved to get up when a hand tightened itself on his hair. He winced and glanced up to see a grin on Yukiâs lips.
âI donât think I gave you permission to stop, Junnie. (Name) can be alone for a few more minutes.â
For fucks sakes.
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âWhereâs your boyfriend, Ye-Jun? Did he leave you again?â
âShut the fuck up, Minji.â
Ye-Jun plopped down onto the couch in the recording studio, sending a glare to Minji who was cackling beside him. The band was recording for an upcoming single. Ye-Jun was late by an hour and had unfortunately woken up to the feeling of an empty bed.
You really knew how to piss him off.
âDonât bully him, Minji. Ye-Jun has a sensitive heart.â Shion said, stepping out of the recording booth. âHeâll go crazy if you remind him his boytoy left him like a one night stand.â
Manager Riwoo sighed. âCan you boys not talk about that type of stuff during recording? Youâre not the only ones in here.â He rubbed the bridge of his nose, looking ready to retire at the ripe age of 30.
Shion shrugged. âItâs just you and the composer. Everyone knows by now how much Ye-Jun has an unhealthy obsession with Cho (Name).â
âItâs not unhealthy.â Ye-Jun muttered.
Minji released another cackle at Ye-Junâs audacity as he walked into the recording booth to record his lines. His laughter could still be heard despite the padded room. Manager Riwoo shook his head and turned his attention over to Minji and the composer.
The couch dipped as Shion plopped down beside Ye-Jun, resting his arm on the others shoulder. Shion was the eldest of the band but had passed on leadership onto Ye-Jun. That didnât mean he wouldnât put Ye-Jun into check whenever he deemed necessary.
Like now.
âI donât care if Cho (Name) has the tightest ass youâve ever fucked. You better keep yourself contained in public.â Shion whispered, leaning in close so only Ye-Jun could hear.
âThose Knets are sharks, waiting for the slight hint of controversy. Control yourself. Be unhinged in private. Donât pull a stunt like that at the music show again, okay?â
Ye-Jun rolled his eyes. âShould I stop commenting on his posts?â
âI would like that but you have a limit on how much you listen to your hyung, donât you?â
A smirk pulled on Ye-Junâs lips as he tilted his head. Shion looked unimpressed as he sighed.
âJust start liking all of their posts. Knets only like the thought of you possibly being gay. The chance that you are actually gay will be a death sentence.â Shion tapped Ye-Junâs shoulder before standing up, grabbing his baseball cap to put on.
âIâm heading out, Riwoo Hyung.â
The door closed behind Shion as Ye-Jun watched him leave. It wasnât like he didnât take Shionâs words to heart. He knew he was right. Fans only liked the thought of an idol being gay. Him being a band member wouldnât mean much when many kpop idol fans merge with regular kband fans.
They were rapid and insane either way. Ye-Jun knew he tested his luck that day when he kissed you on stage.
Even though he wanted youâhe did love his job.
He sighed. Heâd get a headache if he continued to think about this any longer. He pulled out his phone and checked the time.
There was something more important right now.
The fact you thought you could leave him without saying goodbye.
Again.
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âI really am the only straight man here.â Won-Shik moaned, resting his face in his hands as he silently cried to himself. You patted him on back, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to comfort him.
Young-Jae still looked smug. âLighten up, Hyung! Maybe youâll find a man you wanna fuck and become gay!â
Won-Shik looked over at Young-Jae with a shocked face. âDonât even say that⊠I can never abandon the touch of a woman! Iâll be a fool to trade that in for a manâs disgusting hands.â
âBisexuality exists. Anyway, Jae-Ah, donât say that. Itâs wrong to force a sexuality onto someone.â Dohyun said, shaking his head.
The band was in your apartment, having a movie night. Well, as much as you guys could anyway. It seemed no one was paying enough attention to even pick out a movie on Netflix.
It had been over a week or so since you had sex with Ye-Jun and he hadnât texted you. You thought maybe he had gotten some sense and left you alone.
Until Roha had texted you yesterday that Ye-Junâs phone got destroyedâhow? You donât knowâand that heâd be getting a new phone in a few days.
You were already dreading the day.
The band had gotten back to normal relatively quickly. Except Young-Jae seemed to think he was hot shit now. Though you knew why. Young-Jae had pined over Dohyun for over four years.
Youâd allow him the month to be a dick and then knock some sense into him after.
Yuki walked over two pizza boxes, placing them on the coffee table in front of the couch. Junho was right behind him, holding some blankets.
âJunho Hyung, thereâs some white stuff on your lips.â Young-Jae suddenly said.
Junho gasped, dropping the blankets as he quickly wiped at his mouth. Young-Jae and Won-Shik immediately bust out laughing while Dohyun sighed in disappointment at their childish behavior.
âDid you suck Yukiâs dick earlier?!â Won-Shik managed to say despite his laughing.
âI hate you guys.â Junho sighed, bending down to pick up the blankets. He walked over and dropped the blankets on Young-Jaeâs head, earning a strangled grunt from the weight of them.
Yuki seemed unbothered by their teasing as he sat down beside you on the couch. He gave you a paper plate and took out two pizza slices for you. You thanked him and began eating, humming in delight.
âHow are you and Kim Ye-Jun? Did you guys talk it out?â He asked, looking over at you.
âMhm⊠he talked at me. I found out about how he thinks.â You muttered, rolling your eyes. âHe called me pathetic but thatâs why he wants me.â
âAh, we have something in common.â
You froze mid bite, looking over at Yuki with a raised eyebrow. Yuki only gave you a wide grin.
âI find Junho pathetic. Itâs why I like him.â
âAh.â Your voice muffled by the pizza as you tried to ignore Yukiâs sudden confession. You knew Yuki could be a bit odd to anyone that wasnât you. The thought that it would affect Junho made you feel a bit nervous. But you knew Junho would rather jump off a bridge than ever tell you about his relationship with Yuki.
He was the one that was trying to hide it anyway. Yuki was an open book. You could ask him if he masturbated today and heâd answer honestly.
Was his relationship with Yuki similar to yours with Ye-Jun?
Well, Yuki still had morals and didnât seem to bad mouth Junho so maybe not totally similar.
You remembered the time your band was on a variety show during your debut. The host had called Junho an idiot with only his muscles being the good thing about him. It was a joke, the host was known for making off putting jokes.
Manager Nayoung had drilled that in you guys before the filming.
That didnât matter to Yuki though. He had cussed out the host. Having to switch to Japanese when he felt that he couldnât properly speak his feelings in Korean.
Anyway that episode was heavily edited and your band wasnât invited to that show again. It was for the best. You were pretty sure Yukiâs rant in Japanese would make the Yakuza whimper.
âWhat do you like about Junho? Is it just that he makes you feel good?â You suddenly asked.
It had slipped out. You didnât want to ask this with the other members right within ear shot as they began to fight over if they should watch a romcom or horror movie. But you couldnât help it.
Ye-Junâs words bothered you.
Yuki hummed. âNo. I like his smile. I like how he puts everyone above himself. Heâs very motherly. He has dumb jokes but is also shy about sharing his feelings. While he does take care of me, I like taking care of him even when he tries to fight it. Heâs just pure. So pure that I want to ruin him. I love him.â
You frowned. What the hell? Why couldnât Ye-Jun talk about you like this? To hear Yuki talk about Junho like this almost made you want to cry.
He felt so⊠loved? Does Ye-Jun even love you?
Has he ever told you that he loved you?
The revelation at the thought made you feel bitter so you quickly tried to push it away. You looked over at Yuki and smirked.
âSo you top Junnie Hyung?â
âMhm, yeah.â Yuki said, unabashedly.
âIs it easy? Heâs larger than you even though youâre both the same height.â
âHe can be pliant. Those muscles are just for show anyway. But I like that heâs bigger than me. Makes it more fun to have him beneath me.â
âCan you both not talk about my sex life like Iâm not here?â Junho suddenly said, sitting down beside Yuki. You blushed, muttering an apology to Junho.
âSorry, Junnie Hyung. I was just curious. I mean, when we had sex you topped me. I wanted to know if you act similar to when you bottom.â
Yuki hummed. âHow did he act when he topped?â
âA gentle giant!â You gleamed. âJunnie Hyung didnât even orgasm that night. He focus solely on me. I felt bad after but he wouldnât let me take care of him after.â
âSeriously, guys.â Junho muttered, a slight blush on his face. âThis is really embarrassing. Can we just watch the movie?â
âCourse, my service top.â Yuki said, snickering as Junho looked away with a grimace.
âWhatâs a service top?â Won-Shik suddenly asked as he sat down on your left.
âStraight people donât have service tops?â You pursed your lips in confusion.
âDonât tell him, (Name)! Only tell him when he fucks his first man.â Young-Jae giggled, wincing when Dohyun pinched him on the neck.
Won-Shik glared at Young-Jae and simply grabbed two slices of pizza. The movie began to play after that. It looked like team horror movie won as I saw the Devil began to play.
You mindlessly ate your pizza before a suddenly thought pierced your brain. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
That night you had lied to Ye-Jun about who you slept with. While you were fuck buddies with Young-Jae during your first year as a trainee. You had fucked two other men after him.
Yang Junho. You didnât want to tell Ye-Jun the truth that night because of how much he seemed to hate him. Deep down you knew Ye-Jun would never hurt youâphysicallyâbut that didnât mean you werenât scared of what heâd do to Junho.
You hoped to god that Ye-Jun never figured that out.
It was someone else that you worried about Ye-Jun finding out about.
Song Noeul.
At first when you thought about it, Ye-Jun probably wouldnât have known who he was. Until when you were going on Ye-Junâs Instagramâyou were boredâthat you saw Noeul in one of his pictures.
Noeul was first a trainee to be an idol before shifting to be an actor instead. And lucky for you, Noeul was in one of the dramas Black Rose made an OST for.
To make matters worse, Song Noeul looked like a friend to Kim Ye-Jun.
And you didnât want to know what would happen if Ye-Jun learned that his âfriendâ fucked you a few years ago.
Yeah, you didnât want anything bad to happen to Noeul. Or worse you, for lying about Junho.
Of course, luck was never known to be on your side, was it?
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It had been a month or so and you had luck on your side. Ye-Jun was too preoccupied with Black Roseâs promotion for their OST to bother you. You practically danced around when he had texted you that he wouldnât be able to visit you for the next few weeks.
Of course that didnât stop him from commenting on your posts. He had started to like the other guys posts but still only commented on yours.
Wasnât too shocking. You and Yuki still were the only ones that posted religiously. Dohyun was a close second.
You were enjoying the two month break the company had given you guys. So of course Yuki took that time to go to back home to Japan, but his parents were nice enough to invite the band to stay two weeks at their home.
So here you wereâenjoying Kyoto, Japan. Yukiâs parents were richer than you had imagined but you wouldnât complain.
You were outside in the parents garden when you decided to take a selfie with the sunset in the background. You kept the caption short and sweet: ì ì đ€!
@BRseo_minji commented : @BRkim_yejun, your Cho (Name) is saying good night to other men ă
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A frown pulled on your lips. Right. The other Black Rose members also started to bother you. Just your luck.
@BRpark_shion responded : get off your phone and pay attention to the interview please
@BRim_roha commented : when do you come back, (Name)-Ah? I want to see you
@BRhwang_hanbin responded : you have a death wish, Roha Hyung??? Ye-Jun Hyung is gonna kill you ă
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@BRkim_yejun commented : your smile killed me ă
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the sunset doesnât compare to your beauty
@BRpark_shion responded : can you have a little shame?
@BRhwang_hanbin responded : this isnât you hyungâŠ
@BRim_roha responded : if only you could put this poetic shit into our lyricsâŠ
@BRseo_minji responded : faâ
âFaâ?â You muttered, wondering what Minji couldâve meant. It took a moment before a certain slur popped up in your mind. A smile threatened to leave your lips. Thatâs not right. You couldnât laugh, you shouldnât laugh.
You decided to read the other comments on your post. Mainly fans saying how cute you were. A few commenting on how cool it was that Black Rose was so close to Love Countdown. Some even saying they wanted a future collab. Like hell youâd want that.
Just as you were about to walk inside, your phone began to ring. You groaned at the caller ID.
Kim Ye-Jun.
You wanted to let it ring but another part of you missed his voice. So you reluctantly answered. The sound of bustling laughter and hushed voices escaped your phone as you could make out Roha saying something before it drowned out. A door slammed shut before it was quiet.
âJagiya?â
Your stomach did an involuntary flip as you bit your lip. âY..Yes, Kim Ye-Jun?â
âKim Ye-Jun? Itâs Junnie Hyung.â Ye-Jun answered. âWhat are you doing?â
âYou lost the privilege for me to call you that.â You said bluntly, feeling a bit brave that he couldnât see you. âIâm just checking out Yuki Hyungâs garden back in Kyoto.â
âIs it just you and him alone?â
You rolled your eyes. âNo, everyone in the band came to visit. I donât know why youâre so possessive, Kim Ye-Jun. Iâm not yours.â
âMhm. Anyway, I wanted to apologize about something.â
Your body froze as your breathing hitched. Apologize? Was he going to apologize for what he did? Was heâ
âSorry I havenât been able to talk to you. I broke my phone when I threw it at Minji a few weeks ago but when I got a new phone I still couldnât check on you because we had to promote our single for the drama. Itâs a romcom I think.â
âOh.â You tried to hide the disappointment. âWait, you threw your phone at Seo Minji? What the hell?â
âYeah. He was talking shit so I made him shut his mouth. But I missed anywayâheâs too fast.â
âBut why your phone?â
âIt was the only thing in my hand. I wouldâve thrown the weights nearby but I wanted something easier to throw.â
âUhm. Youâre talking pretty lightly about attempted murder.â
âI didnât want him to die. It didnât even hit him. Anyway, have you been eating?â
You hummed. âYeah. Uhm. Kim Ye-Jun, do you⊠like me or something? Why are you still after me when itâs been five years? It didnât seem like you liked me all that much back then.â
âLike you? I guess I do. Youâre my wallpaper on my phone. I look back at our photos back in university.â
âYou didnât delete themâŠ?â
âWhy would I? I look bad in them but you look pretty. You always look pretty. Did you delete yours?â
âAh. Yeah⊠I did. I didnât recover them.â
âOh. Well Iâll just send what I have over to you. You should also put our picture as your wallpaper, shows your taken.â
You couldnât help but laugh. âTaken? Yah, Kim Ye-Jun, youâre really funny. Do I not get a choice in being your fuck buddy again?â
âFuck buddy? No, youâre mine. You donât get a choice. You never did.â
A sense of dread creeped up your spine as you stood still, taking in his words. Was.. was he serious?
â(Name), Junho Hyung is calling for you.â A voice startled you as you looked back to see Young-Jae walking over to you.
Young-Jae frowned at the look on your face as he glanced at your phone. He mouthed: whoâs that?
âYang Junho? Heâs there?â
You almost talked back to him. Of fucking course Junho was there. It was originally supposed to be a couple trip for Junho and Yuki anyway until his parents told him to invite the rest of you. Thatâs why Junho and Yuki was staying the month while you all were staying the two weeks.
âKim Ye-Jun?â Young-Jae suddenly said out loud, causing your eyes to widen. He shook his hand and reached out to grab your phone despite your protests. âYah, Kim Ye-Jun, bother him when heâs back in Seoul. Leave him alone when heâs on vacation.â He hung up right after that.
âShit. Man, that Kim Ye-Jun is getting on my nerves. Heâs so clingy. How do you put up with him?â
You shrugged. âI donât think I have a choice.â
âI heard he hates Junho Hyung, why? Does he know that you guys fucked? Wait, does he know that we fucked?â Young-Jae asked, his eyes widening.
âI did tell him about us but he didnât seem to view you as a threat⊠Maybe he noticed you like Dohyun Hyung. But I.. I lied about my relationship with Junho Hyung. I was just a bit scared.â
âYou shouldnât be afraid of someone. Thatâs not normal. Do you want to report him or something?â
You sighed. âIâm not sure. What can I realistically report for him? I donât refuse him when he calls. Yeah I told him to go away but I always end up going back to him.â
âHm.â Young-Jae sighed, shaking his head. âYou need to grow a backbone, (Name)-Ah. Or at the very least, show him that you will have an equal standing in this relationship.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âHe pulls all the punches. If you canât find it yourself to leave this toxic swamp youâre swimming in, become as equally as toxic. Punch him back.â
âToxic swamp? Wasnât that a lyric in our song?â
âShut up and take my advice.â
âAlright, Alright. Iâll punch him back.â
Young-Jae rolled his eyes before walking back into the house. You followed close behind. Yuki was on the couch with an irritated Junho. Junho looked to be trying to leave but Yuki had his arms wrapped around his waist.
âYou called me, Junnie Hyung?â You asked, walking over to them.
â(Name)-Ah,â Junho smiled up at you as he continued trying to pull at Yukiâs tight grip. âSorry to bother you. I just wanted to make sure youâre okay. You looked a bit scared on the phone.â
âYou could see me?â
Yuki hummed. âJunho was watching you before I pulled him onto the couch.â
âWow, youâre like my mom, Junnie Hyung.â
âA mom that fucked you.â
âYuki Hyung!â Junho swore, glaring at Yuki who could only laugh. He tugged Junho closer and burrowed his face in his muscular back.
âWho were you talking to, (Name)-Ah? Kim Ye-Jun?â Yuki asked.
âMhm. He was apologizing for not talking to me often.â You muttered.
âBut not for allowing his friends to call you a slut?â Junho rolled his eyes, giving up on his attempt to break free from Yukiâs grip.
You couldnât help but laugh. âHeâd never apologize for that. Not unless I force him to. But then it wouldnât be satisfying.â
âWhoâs Kim Ye-Jun?â Won-Shik walked over to you guys, eating an onigiri. âWhy do I never know what you guys are talking about?â
âBecause youâre straight.â Young-Jae yelled from the kitchen.
âShut the fuck up, Lee Young-Jae!â
âKim Ye-Jun from Black Rose.â Dohyun said, walking over with a plate filled with onigiri that he placed on the coffee table in front of the couch. âHeâs been bothering (Name).â
âOur maknae?â Won-Shikâs expression stilled as he glanced over at you. âShould I kill him?â
âNoâ!â
ââyes!â
You stared over at Junho in shock. Junho gave you a sheepish smile. âIâll make sure Iâm Won-Shikâs alibi so we donât have to continue on as five.â
âYou canât kill him yet.â Was all Dohyun said as the leader, sitting down on the couch. You expected him to oppose such a thing but it seemed he also hated Ye-Jun.
Shit. You couldnât help but feel giddy at how much your band mates loved you.
You thought back to Young-Jaeâs advice. Punch him back. The thought seemed silly because what could you do that would hurt Kim Ye-Jun?
Then you remembered Song Noeul.
You knew what would drive him insane.
You just had to have the guts to pull through with it.
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The two month break flew by fast and it was already May. For the groups comeback, your company decided on a happy and love filled single that felt like running through a field of flowers with your lover.
âDonât you think these lyrics are a bit too sad, (Name)-Ah?â Dohyun looked over at you. You had given him your journal with lyrics you had written to share for the upcoming single.
âIs it? Thatâs what I was thinking when the company gave us the theme.â You scooted the rolling chair over to Dohyun. The both of you were in a composing room. Won-Shik and Yuki had already made the melody and recorded a small demo.
You and Dohyun were the ones that usually made the lyrics. Junho and Young-Jae occasionally wrote lyrics for your more angsty or depressing songs.
Your lyrics would always be sappy and happyâsometimes a bit cringy so Dohyun usually had to tweak them a bit.
âYeah.â Dohyun muttered, looking back down at your journal. âThese are a bit sad.â
How deep is your love?
ëŹ»êł ì¶ìŽì
I want to ask
ë êčì§ ìëëŒë
Even if it can't be deeper
ê°ì ì ììêčì?
Can't it be the same as mine?
âOh.â You muttered, reading over the lyrics you wrote. Dohyun was right, this didnât scream happy love. Your lips pursed into a frown as you flipped to the next page of lyrics you had written in accordance to the demo.
ëȘšë„Žêžž ë°ëŒì
I hope you don't know
ìŽë° ëŽ ë§ìì
These feelings
ìŹëíêł ììŽë
Even when I'm in love
íŒììž êČë§ ê°ì
I feel alone.
âUhm. Why donât we just use your lyrics. I donât think we can use these.â You slammed your journal shut and pulled it away from Dohyun, shoving it back into your backpack.
âAre you okay, (Name)-Ah?â
âYeah. Yeah, Iâll be fine.â
The rest of the session was awkward to say the least. Dohyun seemed fidgety as if he wanted to talk to you but also didnât want to scare you away.
You appreciated your hyung but you also didnât want to admit that Kim Ye-Jun had such an effect on you after all these years.
What did you even like about him?
What was he to you?
âYâknow,â Dohyun suddenly whispered. âFor the Loveâs Fool album, the lyrics I put in there were about Jae.â
You froze, looking over at Dohyun in shock. âHuh? Really?â
âMhm. The third song in the album is basically about Jae. Purely about the guilt I felt for falling in love with him. Seeing him as something more than my dongsaeng.â
âThe third song.. But thatâs the only upbeat song on the album.â
âI know. We can still use your lyrics even if theyâre sad. But I mainly wanted to tell you that you donât have to feel embarrassed about writing lyrics on Kim Ye-Jun. Junhoâs songs are mostly about past relationships anyway.â
âJunho Hyung had past relationships?â
Dohyun grinned. âYour Junho hyung was a little too outgoing back during our trainee days. Though heâd never tell you.â
It was silent for a moment as you watched Dohyun begin to add a few of your lyrics into his own, mixing them around to have a perfect flow and rhythm that matched the composition.
After a moment or so, you decided to try and forget all about your problems by being a menace.
âHyungie, remember when I caught you and Jae Hyung fucking? Why did you look so out of it? If I didnât know Jae Hyung, I wouldâve been worried that he was taking advantage of you.â
Dohyun blushed, his pen dragging against the paper as he began to stutter. It took a moment before he could even say anything.
âSub.. Sub space. I was in sub space. Thatâs all.â
âSub space? Whatâs that?â
âItâs just a mental feeling a submissive can get into during sex. I was a bit scared being in it, Iâve never experienced it before. But itâs not dangerous. Jae knew how to take care of me.â
âNot fair⊠Iâve never experienced that!â You whined, pouting your lips. âDoes it feel good?â
âI guess. It makes me feel safe now.â
You thought back to the sex youâve had these past few years. The feeling that Dohyun had described and the one you had seen with your own eyes seemed foreign. There were a few times you felt tired after sex⊠but thatâs normal.
Dohyun had looked completely out of itâlike he was on another planet. Youâve never had that feeling.
Was it because Dohyun trusted Young-Jae?
A few hours later you and Dohyun left the company building. Dohyun went his separate wayâhaving a dinner with his parents for his dadâs birthday.
You absentmindedly hummed to yourself as you pulled out your phone. Who could you bother for the night? Your finger swiped across the screen as you scrolled through your contacts.
The scroll stopped right on Rohaâs number. He did say to contact him whenever you were back.
Despite being Ye-Junâs friend, you liked Roha separately from him. You could be Rohaâs friend without Ye-Junâs permission! You were a grown adult. So, you called Roha and hoped he was free for some tteokbokki.
âWhy did you want me to lie to Ye-Jun?â
Roha asked, a smug expression on his face as he took a sip of his beer. You grinned sheepishly as you poked at your salad. The two of you were at a small tteokbokki restaurant that you used to visit here often back in your uni days.
âYou donât have to tell Ye-Jun everything. Are you his child?â You set on asking, eyeing Roha nervously.
âNo,â Roha shrugged. âYour relationship to me is separate from Ye-Jun. I never told him the things you told me.â
You perked up at that. âReally..? That meansâŠ?â
âNo, he doesnât know that youâve played the violin since you were in diapers. He never asked so I never told him. If he likes you, heâd want to learn things about you.â
âWow. How are you and Ye-Jun even friends? You seem so different?â
âIf I havenât met Ye-Jun back in elementary school I wouldnât be friends with him.â Roha answered, shoving a tteokbokki in his mouth. âNot everyone can handle him⊠But you seem to be able to.â
âI donât know about that.â You muttered.
âYou havenât reported him or anything. Or filed a complaint. Or done anything to get him to truly back off.â
âYeah⊠ButâŠâ
âItâs okay, (Name). The heart is confusing.â Roha looked up at you. âAre you going to let him continue to have total control over the relationship? Back in university you used to dog walk him with ease.â
âI did?â You questioned, tilting your head in confusion. âHowâŠ?â
âYou technically didnât do much. You acted like yourself. Because in the endâKim Ye-Jun canât handle you being angry at him.â
âHm. Well it doesnât even feel like he likes me. Just that he feels like he owns me.â
âThatâs probably how he thinks. Ye-Jun isnât good with expressing himself. He doesnât write lyrics for our romantic songs. Heâs always had this tendency to think he owns people that he loves.â
âDoes he think he owns you?â
âHe used to. Until I socked him in the face when he tried to forbid me from doing something.â Roha smirked. âThen he learned he had a limit on how much he could âtryâ to control me.â
âDoes he think he owns the other band members?â
âCourse. His family is odd, I think thatâs where he got that idea. His older brother acts the same way. Even their mother.â
You froze at the mention of Ye-Junâs family. He never spoke to you about them. Though you couldnât get too mad about that. It was the same for you never mentioning your parents.
âDoes hisâŠâ?â
ââfamily know you? Yeah. He always sent pictures of you to them. You just never met them because they live in Jeju. If they didnât, you wouldâve been met them.â
âOh. Wait youâre from Jeju Island?â
ïżœïżœïżœYeah. Did I never tell you? Ah, anyway. Was there something you wanted to ask about Ye-Jun? Or did you really want to hang out with me?â
You pouted. âI did want to hang out with youâŠâ
Roha raised an eyebrow.
ââŠBoth. I did have a question about Ye-Jun. Is he close to Song Noeul?â
âSong Noeul? The actor? Yeah they got close when we made the OST for the drama he was in. Now I get to ask a question in return.â
You watched as Roha pulled out his phone and began scrolling to find a picture. Your breathing hitched at the picture he showed you.
It was a picture of you and Noeul. When you were younger, maybe two years ago? Noeul had his arms around your waist as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Your noses were touching and it looked like you were mid laugh.
No one could try to spin that picture as anything but couple like.
âHowâd youâŠ?â
Roha frowned, turning his phone off. âI got it from someone anonymous. I thought it was photoshopped but itâs real. I havenât shown anyone.â
âDid you ask for it?â
âNo way. I wouldnât try to sabotage you or Song Noeulâs career. Iâm just telling you because I think someone is trying to dim Song Noeulâs career and youâre unfortunately about to be hit in the cross fire.â
You frowned, trying to take in the information.
âThey also sent stuff about me. Just pictures of me smoking. Thatâs about it. Iâm not sure who it could be. Maybe an ex lover of Song Noeul.â
âEx lover?â
âHe couldâve left his old lover when he started to get famous. The lover got jealous and wants to bring him down. Seems the only dirt they can get on him is that he dated a man.â
âWhy donât they use pictures of him with them if they dated?â
âThey donât want to get found out. Especially if they could be a man themselves. Anyway, Iâm just telling you to be careful. They could be following you to see if you interact with Song Noeul again.â
The rest of the dinner felt heavy as you thought about Rohaâs warning. Fuck, forget all about the plan with making Ye-Jun angry. You could be outed by some jealous ex lover!
You got home feeling heavy and scared. Sure, Korea was getting progressive these days. But all you could think about was the korean host who came out as gay and got black listed for years!
Straight kpop idols get taken from groups or slammed to death for dating each other.
Sure your group wasnât too big but you were gaining a sizable fan base. Fuck.
You laid down on your bed and stared up at the ceiling. Should you tell someone? You knew your company wouldnât be angryâManager Nayoung was openly a lesbian and even a few other staff members were gay. There was a gay flag in one of the recording rooms!
Dohyun wouldnât be angry. Won-Shik would find a way to get a murder charge. Yuki would probably also get arrested for murder. Junho would comfort you. Young-Jae would laugh at you before comforting you in his own way.
The soft sputtering of the fan almost lulled into a sleepless slumber when your phone lit up. You reached over and grabbed your phone off the countertop.
It was Ye-Jun.
He just a sent a picture.
An old one.
His hair was a buzz cut. He had no smile on his lips as he stared straight at the camera. You wondered what could be worth sending this when you noticed yourself in the picture.
In the back, you were standing by the door of what you could only assume was a classroom. A wide smile on your face as you looked to be talking to someone that was off frame.
Was this him trying to take a picture of you in secret?
Kim Ye-Jun
âł The first ever picture I took of you.
âł freshman orientation
âł your smile is your best feature
âł ë돎 ìë»ì, ìêž°.
Cheesy.
You laughed, closing your eyes as you placed your phone back on the nightstand. Your throat felt tight as you placed your hands over your eyes. A heavy feeling began to swell in your chest as your lips began to twitch.
Fuck.
You were so emotional.
He was messing with you at this point.
With Young-Jae and Rohaâs talk about taking control, you knew you had to if you didnât have the strength to release Kim Ye-Jun from your heart.
You needed to punch Kim Ye-Jun in the face.
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âł you thiink jostt becaze everyone knows your nume that you can just forgot me like that
âł you werant anyone spezial before I met you song noeul answwwer me you son of a bitch
âł couldnt get in tuchh with that kim yejun bastaardrd had to go though his frend since when did you hing out with puple like them do they have accentts when they talk theyâre from jeju yea
âł youre facking kim yejun huh or maybe youre stiiill with that shortiiie from that shitty bannds cho (name) I knew you left me for him
âł whats gaing to hupoen is your fault song noeul you culdve just taken me back instud of dumping me like
âł those fens of yours are guna be pessed when they releize thiy fell in love wiz a faggot
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âGuys, guess who just started following us on Instagram!â Won-Shik bursted into the recording room, ignoring Dohyunâs call for him to calm down. He pulled out his phone and showed you and Young-Jae the Instagram account.
âHuh? Whoâs that? I donât pay attention to actors.â Young-Jae asked.
Your eyes narrowed as you looked at the username.
@Yoursunset
(ìĄë
žì) 7.9m followers 289 Following
âYour sunset?â Junho muttered, leaning over to try and get a better look as well.
Won-Shik hummed. âWell yeah, it makes sense. His name means glow of sunset.â
âHis name is Noeul?â Dohyun asked.
Your eyes widened as you took Won-Shikâs phone away from him, ignoring his yell. You swiped at the account and took a look at the pictures. It was him. It really was Song Noeul. He was following the bandâs account!
It shocked you that he was so popular. A year ago he only had a mere 98k followers. His dramas mustâve been getting mainstream attention for him to blow up like that.
His pictures looked to be promoting a new kdrama he was a side character as. A light hearted romcom. After that it was just pictures of him on his day to day life. Until you reached two years ago, he earned a lead role in a crime kdrama.
One of the pictures had him with Black Rose. This mustâve been the OST they made back then.
He even had a few pictures alone with Ye-Jun. of course Ye-Junâs smile looked forced and strained but he did look semi happy near Noeul.
You clicked on Noeulâs recent story to see he was answering questions from fans. And one question asked whats his new favorite album.
Lo and behold he answered with âLoveâs Foolâ plus a link to your bandâs account. The next question was a fan jokingly asking if heâs cheating on Black Rose which he answered with a picture of him and Ye-Jun with an X emoji on Ye-Jinâs face.
The caption said: âEnding relationship with Black Rose, Love Countdown is now my husbandâ
âUh,â Won-Shik coughed, raising an eyebrow at your behavior. âAnyway the reason why I was telling you guys this is because this guy is popular! Look at how much followers he has. He just promoted us on his page. Weâll get so many new fans from him!â
Young-Jae looked over at you. â(Name) knows him.â
The rest of the group looked at you in shock. âHuh?!â They yelled in unison.
Right. Your relationship with Noeul was discrete. Especially when he left for another agency to debut as an actor instead. Only Young-Jae had known and it wasnât because you had told him.
Young-Jae had unfortunately walked in on you having phone sex with Noeul. It was something you tried forgetting.
â(Name)-Ah, you know him?! Are you guys still friends?!â Won-Shik grabbed your face as he squished your cheeks together, making you look up at him. âAre you close? Do you know his MBTI??â
âMBTIâŠ?â Yuki asked, tilting his head.
âCalm down, Won-Shik! (Name)-Ah canât speak with you squishing his face like that.â Dohyun pulled Won-Shik away as you rubbed your cheeks now that they were free.
âUh,â you muttered. âYeah, weâre friends. Well, we were closer back then but I lost contact with him. I think he changed his number and unfortunately I never got it.â
Junho patted you on the back. âMaybe you can try to reconnect? Itâs good to have friends that are outside of us.â
âYeah, use him to get more fans!â Young-Jae grinned.
âDonât listen to Jae.â Dohyun cut in, glaring at Young-Jae. âJunho is right. You need more friends.â
âI have Roha Hyung.â You pouted.
Junho shook his head. âYeah, thatâs a problem. You need friends outside of your band mates and outside of Kim Ye-Junâs best friend.â
âKim Ye-Jun is friends with NoeulâŠâ
âBut you knew Song Noeul first! So technically you have a right to be close to him.â Yuki chimed in.
Won-Shik grinned. âThink of it this way. You get a new friend and some extra connections for our band!â
âStop thinking about money, Won-Shik!â
âHey, money makes the world go round! We gotta get a deal for an OST before our second year anniversary!!!â
You began to tune out Won-Shikâs and Dohyunâs bickering as you glanced down at Noeulâs account.
Maybe it wouldnât hurt. Though the whole thing with someone threatening to out Noeul bothered you. Despite worrying about yourselfâyou worried about Noeul even more.
Now that you knew he was gaining popularity, he had more to lose at being outed.
At the very least⊠You thought it was in your best interest to warn Noeul that someone was threatening to ruin his career.
Now you just had to find a way to get close to him again. Would he even want to speak to you?
The rest of the day was spent in the recording booth. Won-Shik and Dohyun bickering. Young-Jae not so subtly fondling Dohyunâs ass whenever he thought no one was looking. Yuki and Junho snuggled together on the couch as Yuki occasionally bit Junhoâs cheek.
You stayed on the far right of the couchâpondering on ways to creep back into Noeulâs life.
Message him on Instagram? No, his company probably checks his DMs.
Do a post and tag him? Would that be weird?
Go to his agency and ask to meet him? No way.
Ask Ye-Jun for his number? Youâd rather jump off a bridge.
Maybe youâd have to just post and tag him.
Your phone suddenly lights up with a text from Ye-Jun. Speak of the devil.
It was another picture. One of him again. It looked to be taken not even a few days ago. He was dressed in a black harness that was over a skin tight white t-shirt. A black choker. You couldnât see his lower half. But you could see his eye makeup.
Intense was putting it lightly. The eyeshadow was a dark black. His face was lightened up with a bit of white blush. A bit gothic? He still wasnât smiling, of course. Another picture was sent, this time with a message.
âł Our first OST filming
âł Just remembered it
âł Itâs been two years, I think my hair cut looks similar to how it is now
âł should I dye my hair? Whatâs your favorite color?
The picture made you do a double take. It was of him and Noeul. Noeul was dressed in a regular outfit. A black sweater with a hat on. He mustâve been visiting to see the music video happen.
It was a stark contrast. Noeul had a wide smile. His eyes forming into crescent moons as he put up a peace sign. Ye-Jun still looked dead at the camera with not even a hint of a smile.
Seeing Noeul felt different. He matured since you last saw him. He still had those sharp monolid eyes. Shaggy black hair. Soft plump lips.
Ye-Jun and Noeul didnât look too far off from each other now that they were close.
Huh, you really did have a type.
You almost began to text Ye-Jun, asking him about Noeul but decided against it.
You knew a good way to get his attention.
Your eyes flickered back onto the picture. It almost felt like Ye-Jun staring right at you. His eyes were intense. Almost cold.
Were his eyes always this cold?
â ì°šê°ìŽ ë€ ëìŽ ëë„Œ ìŒìŒ â
The first time you ever met Song Noeul, he was quiet. Unnaturally quiet. So you stuck to him like glue.
Opposites attract. Thatâs what they say.
Even when he decided to become an actor insteadâyou still walked thirty minutes to meet him. It was pure friendship at first.
He was different personality wise from Ye-Jun but somehow had a familiar aura to him. Maybe a version of Ye-Jun you thought you had known.
Noeul was dating someone. Someone that you knew was treating him badly. You had once tried to relate it to your relationship with Ye-Jun until you saw the bruises on Noeulâs face one day.
That person was dangerous. Noeul never told you who it wasânever even told your their gender.
It wasnât until a year later, the day that you had finally been chosen in the final lineup for your companyâs upcoming band that your relationship with Noeul was no longer platonic.
You had ran to him and tackled him into a hug outside of his agency. Your noses touched together as you excitedly told him the good news. It wasnât even a moment later before he kissed you.
Then it just continued from there.
But all good things seem to always end for you. Noeul had gotten his first role as a side character in a kdrama and you got busy with your debut. You both justâŠdrifted apart by pure accident.
A sigh left your lips as the memories began to flood your brain. Song Noeul was just too good to be true. You almost didnât want to bother him. But you tried to tell yourself that he deserved to know about someone attempting to ruin his career.
You looked back, making sure the sunset was in view. You were out at the parkâJunho and Young-Jae wanted to go for a walk so you tagged along. They were both doing some type of weird work out on the public bench as you tried to get a good angle for your picture.
Your lips pulled into a grin as you took multiple pictures. After going through themâyou picked the three that you looked the best in and began to draft a post for Instagram.
The caption read: ìë
, ìŹëŹë¶!! ë
žììŽ ìììŁ ?
It was a bit one the nose but you were desperate. If you wanted to talk about the sunset, you wouldâve used âìŒëȘ°â instead of Noeul. Only a dumbass wouldnât get your message.
@BRim_roha commented : ah, cuteâI should steal you for myself
@BRhwang_hanbin responded : HYUNG STOP!!! Ye-Jun Hyung will kill you for real!
@BRseo_minji responded : didnât you tell us earlier to stop spamming his comment section?
@BRpark_shion responded : you idiots make it seem like we have nothing better to do. WE ARE STILL DOING PROMOTIONS DUMBASS!!!!
@BRkim_yejun commented : why are you all here before meâŠ.? Anyway, so pretty, Jagi. Why did you use ë
žì?
You sighed. Of course those stupid fucks were already spamming your comment section. You scrolled past their conversation as Minji and Hanbin got into an argument.
Your heart felt like it was being clenched by a hand. Squeezed tightly as if you couldnât breathe anymore. Maybe he wouldnât get it. Maybe he didnât even care about you like that and just liked your music?
Maybe he didnât even want to talk to you ever again because heâs living a better life now and how could he possibly want a reminder about his before and andâ
@Yoursunset commented : Yeah, I think Iâm very pretty ă
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You definitely didnât squeal, most definitely not. Young-Jae glanced over at you with an unimpressed look. Junho gave you smile before turning his attention back to his workout.
Perfect. Everything would be set in motion, one step at a time.
The next few weeks you would post something that Noeul would comment on. He made no attempt to try and go any further with that and you were set on keeping it there as well.
This would be enough. It could be enough for you.
It didnât make much sense in your mind.
Ye-Jun was crazy but you liked him. Noeul was seemingly normal and you liked him.
Was it normal to like two men at the same time?
Did you even feel love for Noeul or was it just nostalgia?
You were just confused these days.
And you began to notice an odd uptick in Ye-Junâs behavior. More so the fact he hasnât been talking or texting you.
But everything is going to be fine.
Right?
Yeah⊠You knew deep down it wasnât.
â ë¶ìíêČ ë§ëë ê±°ìŒ ì? â
It was a fine and calming day. Love Countdown was doing the photoshoot for their upcoming single: Spring Day. The theme was fun and more upbeat than the previous comeback.
The photo shoots were always fun for you. Dressing in cool outfits. The funky sets. And even just taking pictures with your hyungs was a blast.
You had just finished up your solo photoshoot when your phone began to rang. It was Ye-Jun. Your body froze as you stared at your phone, slipping on your jacket. It had been a few weeks since heâd call.
It felt like your heart was hammering in your chest as you let it ring. You couldnât answer it. You knew it wouldnât be smart to answer it with staff around you. The call ended and a message was swiftly sent to you.
âł meet me at the hotel. You know which one
He didnât send anything else after that. You didnât respond. Youâd go either way. Fuck, why were you going? But before you knew itâyou were standing at the hotel he took you that day after Manager Nayoungâs birthday party.
There was another text sent to you with the room number once you reached it. Howâd he..?
You didnât question it, going straight to the room. Maybe you can finally do what Young-Jae and Roha told you to do. Punch Kim Ye-Jun.
Your knuckles rasped against the door for only a second when it pulled open. A shocked grunt left your lips as Ye-Jun pulled you inside the room. He slammed the door shut behind himself as you stared at him shock.
Gosh, seeing him after almost five months was a bit surreal. He was clean faced and a bit sweaty, maybe he had ran over here? His hair was messy as he stood up straight. You stopped giving him a glance over and looked him in the eye.
Oh.
He was angry.
âCho (Name)âŠâ
Fuck. Fuck, he was probably going to talk about Junho.
âWhatâs your relationship to Song Noeul? Youâve practically been flirting with him for the last few weeks. What the fuck is that? Heâs my friend, yâknow?â
You couldnât help the slight smirk on your lips. At least Junho was safe. âYour friendâŠ? Ah, right. You think you know me, hm? Well, I know Song Noeul. Longer than you have.â
âLonger than me? How? Iâve known him for over three years now.â
âMhm. Why should I tell you? Can I not have a relationship with Song Noeul? Is he yours? Roha Hyung said that you have an odd tendency to take ownership over people.â
âOwnership?â Ye-Jun laughed. âWhat else did Roha Hyung tell you? Tell you about our kindergarten days? High school days before I went off to the military?â
âNo. Because if I want to learn someone about youâIâll ask you. Because if you like someoneâyouâd want to learn everything about them.â
Ye-Junâs eyes widen and he almost looked shocked before he shook his head. âYou didnât answer my question. Whatâs your relationship to Song Noeul?â
âRemember when you asked me about who I slept with? I told you about a trainee that you wouldnât have known about⊠I was wrongâyou clearly know Noeul-Ah.â
âHeâs not a hyung to you?â
âHe was born the year after mines.â You grinned, enjoying the look of shock on his face. âYouâd know that⊠if you remembered my birthday.â
âYouâre really cocky these days, (Name)-Ah. Itâs cute. Real cute. Itâs almost making me wonder why Iâm still wanting you.â
You glared at him. âThatâs all you can think about. You only want me. Do you⊠Do you even like me? What do you even like about me? How pathetic I am to you?â
Yukiâs words about Junho were flooding back to you. Why were you so after Ye-Jun? Why did you let him crawl into your heart? Why did you even let him come back?
âWhat do you want me to say, (Name)?â
âIâŠThat you love me. That you donât just find me pathetic.. That⊠That thereâs other things you like about me.. yâknow? My personality⊠things I do.â
âLove you?â Ye-Junâs eyebrows farrowed as he stared at you in shock. He sighed, rubbing at his forehead. âWhatâs with this all of sudden? You didnât care that I didnât say it much back then. Why now?â
Your lips pressed into a straight line as you glared at him. âYou donât even say it all. Just.. why do you want me?â
Ye-Jun glanced over at you. âI donât know. I donât know, (Name). When you left me, I felt empty. I donât know what these feelings are but I know that I canât be without you.â
âYeah? Well, I know how to speak about my feelings. And I know when to admit my mistakes.â
âMistakes?â
âMhm. You wonât ever apologize for what you did to me but Iâll apologize to you right now. I lied. I did fuck Yang Junho. No, he fucked me. He fucked me good and I liked everyââ
A strangled gasp left your throat as Ye-Jun grabbed your arm and slammed you against the wall. His lips smashed against yours as you tried pushing him away. But he was stronger, tightening his hold on your arms as he moved to cage you against the wall.
Your hands gripped at his shirt when you realized you had no strength to push him off. His teeth bit at your lip as he pressed his body against yours.
He finally pulled away from the kiss, glaring down at you. âYang Junho, huh?â
A smirk pulled on your lips as you stared up at him. Your lip burned. Fuck, did he cut it open?
âYeah. Yang Junho. Does that piss you off? Make you angry?â
âKeep talking, Cho (Name). It pisses me off even more. But thatâs what you want. To piss me off.â
âMaybe. Does the thought of Yang Junho fucking me into the bed make you angry? Does it make you hate me for abandoning you for someone better?â
Ye-Jun blinked as he took in your words. A slow smirk pulled on his lips as he let out a laugh.
âYeah, it makes me hate you.â
His hands trailed down to your legs and gripped your thighs. He hoisted you up with ease as he carried you over to the bed. You grunted when you were unceremoniously dropped without a warning. Hands gripped your jeans as Ye-Jun pulled off it off.
You reached up and slipped off your shirt, readying to take off your boxers when you heard the sound of fabric tearing.
âKim Ye-Jun! Thatâs the second pair of boxers youâve tore!â
Ye-Jun didnât answer you, his gaze hard as he slipped off his own shirt. You gulped. Maybe you really did make him angry this time. Your gaze followed Ye-Jun as he gripped your waist. He easily turned you over into your stomach, ignoring your yelps.
The sound of skin slapping caused you to shriek, back arching. He really just spanked you. His hands gripped the soft flesh of your ass, slowly spreading you open. Your hands gripped into the bedsheets as you waited in anticipation of what he was going to do.
Teeth sunk into your ass, earning a shuddered gasp from you. Ye-Jun bit and marked at your ass. He left no space of your ass unmarked. Your cock twitched as you slowly grind against the bed, giving yourself some form of relief.
You gasped, hips jittering as you felt a tongue lick around your hole. Ye-Junâs nails dug into your skin as he began to mouth at your hole. The feeling of his tongue threatening to slip inside sent you into a frenzy.
It had to have been because you hadnât had sex in over five months. Didnât help you would sometimes over hear Young-Jae and Dohyun having the time of their lives late at night.
âK..Kim Ye-JunâŠâ You whimpered, gasping as you felt spit coat your rim. âNo lube..?!â
âYou donât deserve lube.â Was all Ye-Jun said before his middle and ring finger teased your outer rim. Your body shivered. Fuck, fuck.
The fingers pressed against your hole before he slammed it inside, earning a cry from you. You subconsciously rose your ass up as Ye-Jun began to finger fuck you. Without lube there was a slight burn. But it only made you more horny.
Ye-Jinâs fingers curled, teasing your wet inner wall as you gasped. A graze against your prostate earned a strangled whimper from you as you bit your tongue. This wasnât a love hotelâyou didnât want to be screaming when it was only 7 pm in the evening.
His fingers repeatedly pressed against your prostate. Rubbing smooth circles around it as you cried and whimpered. Your cock felt heavy. You felt as if you could orgasm now. But then he suddenly stopped.
âNghâŠ?â You whimpered, eyes opening as you tried to look back at Ye-Jun.
âWhat? Donât think you can bat your eyelashes and Iâll do what you say.â Ye-Jun laughed, rudely pushing your head back onto the bed. âDonât look back at me again unless you donât want to cum at all tonight.â
It was silent for a second. Your body began to twitch with anxiety as you could feel your cock losing its erection. What was he trying to do?
A complaint was on the tip of your tongue when a brutal four minutes had passed but you didnât get to say anything. His two fingers thrusted back inside of your puckered hole as you gasped in shock. They immediately zeroed in on your prostateânot holding back a continuous attack.
He rubbed the edge of your prostate before pressing down fully on it. You whined, your hips jerking upwards as he didnât make any movement. Your cock was alive once again, the tip sticky and wet with pre-cum.
You were so close. Almost there.
But he didnât move again. He kept his middle and ring finger resting right on your prostate. Your toes curled as you bucked your hips backwards to try and get him to move. That earned a harsh smack right on your ass.
âI didnât say you could move.â
You whimpered, trying to will your body to stay still. It felt like hours when it was only two minutes before he began to tease your prostate. A thankful groan left your throat as you tried to savor the feeling.
Your cock rubbed against the bedsheets as it coated them with your pre-cum. A babble of nonsense left your lips as you gripped at the sheetsâreaching your orgasm.
Then it stopped just as you reached your peak.
A whiny almost pathetic whimper left your throat as you felt tears water in your eyes. You couldnât take this anymore. Your body began to shake slightly as you tried to calm down even as the tears began to fall.
âHurts?â Ye-Jun suddenly whispered against your ear. You flinched, feeling his body heat against you. Only a whimper left you.
âGood.â He simply said, pulling away.
Your eyes widen as you felt his hand reach underneath your stomach, grasping your aching cock. You almost cried tears of joy as he began to jerk you off, his fingers occasionally rubbing your prostate in tandem. Your eyes practically rolled to the back of your head as you couldnât help back your high pitched moans.
âAlmost there, Jagiya. Iâm sure Yang Junho never made you feel like thisâŠâ he suddenly tightened his grip on the tip of your cock, stopping your orgasm. âJust like Iâm sure he isnât as cruel as me.â
âNooooâŠâ You cried out, reaching up to crawl away from Ye-Jun. He only laughed and pulled his hand away, grabbing your hips and pulling you back down to the edge of the bed.
âWhere are you going? I thought you wanted to cum.â
âIâŠnghâŠ..! âAte âuâŠ!â You managed to mutter, your eyes feeling heavy.
âMhm. I hate you too, Jagiya.â He leaned down and pressed a kiss on your shoulder. âIf only you werenât promoting soon. You deserve my mark all over your body. Maybe then youâll realize youâre mine.â
He pulled away from your body, leaving you to cry at the loss. Ye-Jun hummed as he grabbed your waist and flipped you into your back, forcing your head to lay off the edge of the bed. You were face to face with growing bulge. His hand pulled down his zipper, tugging down his boxers, as his cock slipped free.
It was inches from your face, the tip touching your nose. Ye-Jun reached over and wiped at your face. Your face was stained with tears. A smile pulled on his lips as he uncharacteristically gently stroked your cheek before grabbing his cock and pressing it against your lips.
You obeyed with ease, your lips parting as he slowly thrusted his cock into your mouth. He was slowâseemingly nice enough to not just trigger your gag reflex immediately. His hand traced your cheek before trailing down to your throat, rubbing the slight bulge there.
Your cock twitched as your legs clamped together. You wanted to cum so bad but didnât make any attempt to grab your own cock despite it leaking dejectedly on your stomach.
âYouâre pretty with your mouth shut, Jagiya. If you didnât have a pretty voice when singing, I would make sure you could never talk again.â
A pathetic whimper left your throat as you tried to ignore the thought.
His hand gently massaged your throat before he pulled his hips back. You braced yourself, closing your eyes at the feeling of him against your tongue. His tip teased the tip of your tongue before he slammed his hips forward.
The sound of his grunts and your choked gasps filled the room as he fucked your mouth. He wasnât gentle or slow in the slightest, making sure he could go as deep as possibly without triggering your gag reflex. Your toes curled as your body moved from his heavy thrusts.
Your cock was leaking pre-cum all over your tummy as you itched over to quickly jerk yourself off. You needed an orgasm like twenty minutes ago.
âThatâs it. Jerk yourself off.â He said, tightening his grip on your throat. You didnât need to be told twice as you quickly grabbed your cock and began jerking off to the rhythm of his thrusts. Your hips jerked up as your body was taking over by the pleasure.
Ye-Jun smirked as he quickened his pace, widening his stance as he slammed his cock deep inside your throat. You could feel yourself choking just a bitâalmost forgetting to breathe.
âNose. Use your nose.â Ye-Jun suddenly grunted out, noticing your hands frantically gripping at the bed. You felt like an idiot for forgetting to do that but you tried to give yourself a pass at being too taken with the pleasure.
You moved your hand back to your cock and quickly jerked yourself off, ready to finally meet your first orgasm. Ye-Jun seemed close as well judging by his moans. It felt like your body was spasming as your cock finally squirted cum onto your stomach, shooting up to your chest.
Ye-Jun pulled his cock out as you let out a strangled and hoarse scream. Your hips jerked upwards as you continued jerking yourself off during your orgasm. Wet tears streamed down your face as you took a deep breath, trying to calm down as your body shook from the intense sensation.
Your neck hurt so you tried to move to rest properly on the bed but didnât get to move far when Ye-Jun gripped your throat. A shocked gasp left your throat as you looked up at him to see him smirking at you.
âHey, donât be so selfish.â He used his free hand to jerk himself as he pointed his cock right at your face. You could only squirm in his grip, hands reaching up to try and pull his hand off your throat. But it was useless, he was larger than you.
White cum squirted from Ye-Junâs cock, landing right on your face. You quickly shut your eyes as it landed on your lips, cheeks, and nose. Luckily nowhere near your eyes. Ye-Jun rubbed at your throat before pulling away.
His touch was soft. You almost called back for him. But you couldnât speak. This feeling felt different. Like you could just sleep peacefully and wake up refreshed the next day.
Was this⊠the sub space Dohyun mentioned? Did Ye-Jun really make you feel this safe despite everything?
The sound of a zipper pulling up caught your hears as you finally opened your eyes. He was far away. Too far. You had to hold back the childish whimper that threatened to leave you.
ââŠâher you âing..?â You managed to hoarsely mutter.
Ye-Jun tilted his hand at you as he grinned. âYou look good with cum on your face, (Name). Itâs my favorite sight.â He pulled out his phone and took a picture. You didnât even have the mental strength to yell at him for that.
He walked away and you strained to watch him as he slipped on his sneakers. He was leaving? Leaving you like this? You grunted, using your strength to sit up properly on the bed as you stared at him in shock.
âYouâre not..â
âLeaving? Yeah, Iâm leaving.â Ye-Jun said, grabbing his jacket and baseball cap off the hook.
He looked back over at you, his face unreadable.âI hate you, remember? Just like you hate me. Isnât that our relationship? Weâre fuck buddies now.â
With that, he left. You stared at the door in shock as you tried to calm down. What the fuck? Fuck buddies? Your heart felt odd. You felt as if you were having trouble breathing.
What was wrong with you?
You pushed yourself off the bed, kneeling down to grab your jeans as you pulled out your phone. Tears began to fall onto the screen as you shakily pressed the first contact you came across in your messages.
âWonnie HyungâŠ?â You hiccuped. âI need you.â
â ë°ëëĄ ê°êł ìë êČ ê°ìì â
âIâm going to murder him.â
You looked over at Junho as he paced around Won-Shikâs bedroom. Won-Shik was beside you on the bed with an uncharacteristically blank stare. When you had called him he had practically ran to where you were.
The look on his face when you opened the door was something you didnât want to see again.
âSo he was angry at you and then did all that?â Won-Shik suddenly spoke, the first time in the hour he brought you home. You mutely nodded, burrowing yourself into the bedsheets. It was embarrassing to tell your band mate this but you didnât exactly have anyone else.
No way in hell were you going to Roha. Or worse, your parents. You havenât exactly spoken to them in five years.
Junho groaned, rubbing at his head. âWhy is he like this? Does he even like you? He says he was lonely when you left but now that he has you again heâs acting like a fucking fool?â
âIâm a fool for going back to him.â You whispered, sighing to yourself. Junho frowned as he finally sat down on the bed, rubbing your head.
âDonât beat yourself, (Name)-Ah. You just.. You must really like him. Iâm not sure why, but he mustâve been a good person before this all happened.â
âHe was. But Iâm starting to think I love him because heâs the first boyfriend Iâve ever had.â
âCould be that. But even when you were away from himâdid you still think about him?â
âOf course. I always thought about him. Iâm so confused with myself.â
Junho gave you a comforting smile as he moved to lay down with you on the bed. You couldnât help but laugh as he wrapped the blanket around you like a cocoon and hug you to his chest.
Won-Shik hummed, catching your attention. He looked over at you and gave you a tight smile. âIâve thought about what to do and unfortunately they all come up with me getting a murder charge.â
âI can still be your alibi.â Junho said seriously.
âTempting.â
âPlease donât.â You whined, pouting. âI think Iâll get more depressed if heâs gone for good and youâll be locked up in jail.â
âYouâre too nice, (Name)-Ah.â Won-Shik sighed, shaking his head. He pulled out his phone and got up. âI need to tell Dohyun Hyung. Iâll be back.â He left the room, leaving you and Junho alone.
Junho nuzzled your hair before sighing softly. âWhyâd you tell him that we slept together, (Name)-Ah? That was dangerous.â
âHe would never hurt me physically.â
âBut he has no problem hurting you mentally.â
You only closed your eyes, burying your face into the blanket cocoon. You were too mentally tired to think about this right now. Right now, you wanted to the warmth of Junho and your blanket cocoon.
It seemed you fell asleep because you woke up to Young-Jae on the bed with you. He was wrapped around you like an octopus, leg and arm over your body. Soft snores left his throat as you could see drool on his chin. You almost laughed at the sight.
Another body pressed against you as you looked to your left to see Dohyun right beside you, fast asleep. He looked like an angel compared to Young-Jaeâs chaotic form. Dohyunâs arms were cross against his chest as his hair somehow stayed perfectly neat. How could one sleep like that?
A grunt left Young-Jae as he mumbled something before he opened his eye. His eye narrowed in on you as if he was trying to see if you were awake.
ââŠ.?egah?â
âWhat?â You laughed, watching as he sat up, pulling away from you. Young-Jae yawned, stretching his arms out before turning to look down at you.
âHowâd you sleep?â He asked.
âGood. This cocoon is comforting.â
Young-Jae nodded as he rubbed his bed head. He glanced around before humming. âDo you want to talk about it?â
âAbout Kim Ye-Jun?â
âNo. The sub space.â
âSub space? Did I really get into it?â
âIâm guessing. With how Won-Shik described your behavior when he came to get you. Have you ever experienced it before?â
âNo⊠I donât think Kim Ye-Jun knows anything about that type of stuff. Our sex back then was pretty vanilla. Itâs only the two times weâve fucked that heâs been more mean and dominant during sex.â
âSo you guys didnât discuss any boundaries or anything like that?â
âNo. Why would we?â
Young-Jae sighed. âOf course. Well heâs still a dick either way even if you were both naive to what you were doing. Did he really say he hated you?â
You hummed, looking down.
âHeâs insane. He acts so lovey dovey on Instagram but he seems unhinged in person.â
âItâs likeâŠâ You frown, pursing your lips together. âHe has trouble speaking his feelings when weâre face to face. But on text, he acts like how he used to act before we broke up.â
âDo you think⊠he does it on purpose? Or maybe he just doesnât realize?â
âI donât know. I want him to realize how heâs affecting me. First I think heâs acting loving towards me and then he does shit like this.â
âI told you,â Young-Jae smirked. âYouâre going to have to punch him. You gotta let him know he isnât the boss of this relationship if you really wonât leave him. Stop letting him lead the conversations.â
You thought back to what Roha said. How he had to punch some sense into Ye-Jun to tell him how he was being suffocating. Maybe⊠Maybe you did need to stop acting nice.
Kim Ye-Jun would only listen with violence. Because it seemed he never grew up during his high school years.
And if that didnât workâŠ
Youâd have to gain the strength to completely cut Kim Ye-Jun out of your life forever.
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âł ywure intarcating wiz hem agaen i tuld ywu to cemo buck to me
âł thus wel be ywoure fult fagot
âł cho (name) bund wel be reined becaze of ywo
âł kell ywor silf for twryinf to abendon me
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It had been over a week since the whole incident. Ye-Jun had made no attempt to contact you. You kept drafting so many messages on what to send him. Wondering if itâd be better to meet him in person.
You felt like youâd pop a blood vessel if you continued any longer.
So, Won-Shik and Young-Jae took you out to dinner. It was a restaurant youâve never tried so you were excited the entire time. Won-Shik and Young-Jae knew how to get your mind off things with ease.
You felt a pep in your step as you walked behind Young-Jae with Won-Shik beside you. They wanted to take a scenic walk through the park before going home. Won-Shik was showing you something on your phone when Young-Jae suddenly stopped.
âHuh? Something wrong?â You asked, walking up to see what made him pause.
It was Roha, Ye-Jun and another band member of theirs. You couldnât tell who it was until they walked over. Ah, it was Shion. Shionâs eyes narrowed on you as if it was the first time he was ever seeing you. Roha grinned and waved.
Ye-Jun, for the first time in forever, avoided eye contact with you.
You almost thought that it couldnât have been Ye-Jun at all.
âEvening. Iâm Park Shion. I donât think we properly met.â Shion said, holding his hand out. Young-Jae glared at his hand while Won-Shik stepped over and returned his handshake. With Won-Shik being the oldest, he had a duty to protect his maknaes.
âShin Won-Shik. Introduce yourself.â He told you and Young-Jae.
â⊠Lee Young-Jae.â
âCho (Name).â
âIm Roha.â
It was silent before Shion grabbed Ye-Jun by the back of his neck, essentially scuffing him like a cat. Ye-Jun grunted before sending a deadly glare at Shion.
ââŠKim Ye-Jun.â
âI know.â Won-Shik answered, eyeing Ye-Jun up and down. Ye-Jun was 6 foot but was nothing compared to Won-Shikâs 6â3. You had some weirdly tall band mates. It was practically a joke from your company that half of the band shouldâve been volleyball players.
An awkward silence filled the space as the six of you stared at each other. Only Roha seemed amused by everything, a light smirk on his lips as he looked over at you. He chuckled and motioned at Ye-Jun, making a bawling motion with his hands.
Bawling? Kim Ye-Jun bawling? Itâd be a frigid day in hell if that was true.
But Roha wouldnât have any reason to lie to you.
Roha stopped for a moment before he began to mouth something to you.
Geu⊠reul⊠juâŠmeok..eu..ro?
ê·žë„Œ ìŁŒëščìŒëĄ?
Geureul jumeokeuro?
It took a moment before it could register in your mind. Punch him. Roha was telling you to punch him. A grin spread on your lips as you took in Rohaâs advice.
Won-Shik tilted his head as he stared straight at Ye-Jun. âWhy are you bothering my maknae? Are you so lonely that you go after someone you willfully mistreated? Has your personality pushed away everyone that you have to prey on someone who has an unconditional love for you that itâs the cause of their own downfall?â
You watched as he stepped forward, leaning his head down so he could look Ye-Jun straight in the eye. Ye-Junâs lips straightened into a thin line as he stared right back him, eyes narrowing as if he was daring Won-Shik to continue.
That didnât seem to be the right answer as Won-Shik grabbed Ye-Junâs jacket and pulled him close. Roha backed away, an amused smirk on his lips while Shion sighed. He didnât make any effort to help Ye-Jun thoughâhe was shorter than the both of them at 5â9. No way in hell would he risk himself for Ye-Junâs own problem.
âYou talk all that shit to (Name) and Junho but you canât do it to me? Do I scare you, Kim Ye-Jun?â Won-Shik was certainly scaring you. Being tall with a muscular body was just intimidating in general. Pair it with his featuresâhe just looked naturally scary.
It was a thing in the fandom that many of the fans found it hot how scary he could be while cuddly the next.
And right now, you were glad none of the fans ever saw how scary Won-Shik could truly be.
âStop playing with (Name). Because if you truly wanted him like you say, you wouldnât leave him a sobbing mess for us to clean up after you ruined him for your own pleasure.â Won-Shik released his grip on Ye-Jun, shaking his head as he walked away from him.
Young-Jae frowned. âI was hoping youâd punch him.â
Roha laughed. âYeah me too!â
âRoha!â Shion glared at Roha who only laughed, shrugging his shoulders. Ye-Jun rubbed at the collar of his jacket as he straightened it back. He still wouldnât look at you. Somehow that made you angrier than anything heâs done before.
The whole speech you had wanted to give him was long out of your mind at this point. You would probably speak to him another time.
Your feet moved before you could even think. The others watched you, Won-Shik instinctively reaching out to stop you. Ye-Jun finally looked over at you when he noticed you from his peripheral vision. He opened his mouth to speak but you stopped him.
â(Name)ââ
A shocked yell left Shion as everyone watched in shock as you slam your fist square inbetween Ye-Junâs eyes. Ye-Junâs balance stumbled as he grunted at the force, about to fall to the ground until Roha grabbed his arms. Roha began laughing, holding Ye-Jun from off the floor.
âI didnât think youâd actually punch him!â Young-Jae yelled, unsure if he should feel proud or shocked.
You whined, shaking your right hand as you brought it up to your face to see your knuckles were bleeding. Fuck, did punching people always hurt like this?
âYouâre so funny, Cho (Name)! I meant it metaphorically but he deserved to be punched!â Roha laughed.
âWait, you never punched..? But you said you socked him in the face?â You cried, wondered how the fuck you were wrong in your interpretation of events.
âPoor wording. I did shove him against a table and he ended up hurting his face from the fall. But this is the best day of my life!â
Shion looked mostly shocked. He glanced down at Ye-Jun. âShit, heâs bleeding. How am I going to explain this to Riwoo Hyung?!â
Roha shrugged. âTell him Ye-Jun fucked around and found out. Letâs go, Iâm tired of holding him up.â
Won-Shik was just staring at you, mouth agape before a wide grin spread on his lips. He grabbed you by the waist and hoisted you up, spinning around despite your yelps for him to put you down.
âCho (Name)!! Who knew you had it in you? Youâre not just a cute maknae, youâre a strong maknae! You mightâve broke his nose!â
Young-Jae walked over to you two and smirked. âLetâs hope he doesnât hate you enough to press charges.â
You and Won-Shik stopped celebrating as realization began to settle in. Ah fuck. You looked over to see Roha and Shion dragging Ye-Jun away. Roha looked back and waved goodbye, giving you a thumbs up.
It was so odd that Ye-Junâs childhood friend would enjoy seeing his friend get beat. Shion didnât even seem too upset. You could see them both struggle a bit, Roha and Shion were slimmer compared to Ye-Junâs stocker build as they dragged him away.
Won-Shik finally placed you on the ground as he lovingly patted your head. âLetâs not tell Dohyun Hyung. Heâd have a heart attack.â
Young-Jae hummed. âYeah, Jagi might pass out and I wonât get to fuck him tonight.â
You and Won-Shik stared at Young-Jae with an unimpressed expression. âGross.â You said in unison.
âWhat?â
The rest of the walk back to the apartment complex was fun. Won-Shik kept complimenting you about the punch while saying you shouldâve went for a different form. It was the reason why you ended up hurting your hand just as bad.
Your right hand was in total pain. Your knuckles bloody. It hurt to flex your hand so you were just keeping it as still as possible until Yuki could dress your wound once you got home. Though it would be a pain to explain what happened to Yuki.
Hopefully heâd be proud of you.
Just as you reached the door to the complex, the sight of someone caused you to froze.
Standing near the building dressed in a white t-shirt and a puffy black jacket with black sweatpants. You almost thought you were going crazy until the person took off their cap and pulled down their mask.
Song Noeul.
He looked prettier in person. His lips pulled into a wide smile. â(Name) Hyung?â His voice like a melody. You always wondered why he quit singing when his voice was so soft and sweet.
âSONG NOEUL?! I love your dramas!!!â Won-Shik yelled, practically vibrating in excitement. Noeul looked shocked at first before smiling at Won-Shik. He bowed his head.
âThank you, Shin Won-Shik.â
âYOU KNOW MY NAME?!? HAHAH!!! Call me Won-Shik Hyung, please!!!!â
âCalm the fuck down, Hyung.â Young-Jae muttered. âHeâs here for (Name), not for you to fanboy all over him.â
Won-Shik quickly schooled his expression, nodding. âYes, of course. Right. Haha. Weâll leave you two alone.â He didnât make an effort to move so Young-Jae grabbed his arm and began to pull him away.
âWait, wait!!! CAN I HAVE YOUR AUTOGRAPH NEXT TIME YOU VISIT!!! PLEASE VISIT AGAIN!!! (Name)!!! This your chance!!!â Won-Shik screamed even as Young-Jae pulled him inside the complex.
You blushed in embarrassment, biting your lip as Noeul only laughed. He turned his attention over to you.
âYour Instagram posts are cute.â Noeul said. âI didnât know if I was imagining it the first time but Iâm glad I wasnât. I missed talking to you.â
âWhy.. Why did you lose contact with me?â You whispered.
Noeul frowned. âIâm sorry, Hyung. I didnât want to. But Iâve been⊠Iâve been stalked for a while and my manager told me to change my number. But she didnât allow me to get most of my contacts back that werenât her and my parents. She said I couldnât trust anyone since it was the beginning of my career. Itâs always fragile in the beginning.â
âAre you still being stalked?â
âNot that I know of. Iâm still advised to be careful.â He pulled out his phone and smiled. âBut I wanted to get your number anyway. I wanted my hyung back.â
You stared at his phone before reaching over to grab it, putting in your number. A gummy smile pulled on his lips as he giggled, stepping closer to you.
âIâm taller than you now. You didnât grow at all.â
You pouted. âRude. Is that any way to talk to your hyung?â
âMhm, maybe?â
Noeul and you broke into a fit of giggles. It was nice to see him again. Alive and well. You subconsciously flexed your right hand and groaned. Noeul frowned, leaning in closer as he caught sight of your hand.
âHyungâŠ! What happened? Are you okay?â He gently grasped your hand, bringing it close as he took in the damage. His finger almost threatened to accidentally rub against the wound but he stopped himself just in time.
âAh.. I punched someone.â
âPunch..? Who?!â
âHah, Kim Ye-Jun.â
âKim⊠Kim Ye-Jun?! Black Roseâs Kim Ye-Jun?! What did he do to deserve that?â
âItâs a long story. Iâll tell you another time.â
Noeul frowned but nodded his hand. âOkay. Itâs getting late, I should go back before my manager notices Iâm gone.â
âYou didnât tell her that you left? Song Noeul!â
âItâs okay. Iâm only a twenty minute walk away from here.â
You glared at him, almost wanting to chastise him but decided against it. It almost felt like you never stopped talking to him. Noeul blinked, staring at you for a second before his eyes flickered down to your lips.
âYou hurt your lip too..?â
His finger gently touched the scab on your bottom lip. It was from Ye-Jun. He really had bite your lip open. You watched Noeul as he frowned slightly. His gaze softened.
âYouâre still so accident prone, Hyung.â
You stopped yourself from saying it was from the same man. Instead, you leaned closer into Noeulâs space. His body stiffen for a second and you almost stepped away until he took a stepped forward.
âI should get going.â He whispered.
âMhm. Yeah, I need to get my wound dressed.â
It felt like time stopped as you pressed your body against his. Your eyes fluttered close as you leaned on your toes. You didnât feel anything for a moment and almost believed you were reading too far into things when soft lips pressed against yours.
The kiss was slow. Almost like you both were scared that you were dreaming. Like a peck youâd give your first ever boyfriend. You didnât want to deepen it. The pure feeling you got from Noeul was everything you wanted. No, needed.
You pulled away from the kiss and slowly opened your eyes. Noeul smiled as he rubbed at your cheek. You hadnât even noticed that you were crying. After months of Kim Ye-Jun, a love you wished could be like it was before⊠Song Noeul felt safe.
But you didnât want to use him. You couldnât use him for your own selfish benefit. So you reluctantly pulled away. Noeul didnât stop you, allowing you to slip from his hold.
âSorry⊠I justâŠâ
âItâs okay, Hyung.â Noeul smiled. âYâknow, it reminded me of our first ever kiss. I kissed you that day and you pulled away, apologizing right after.â
âOh, yeahâŠâ
âSo I know that weâll be okay. Iâm donât know what I feel for you, Hyung. Iâm not sure if itâs nostalgia but I want you. Iâve liked you since that winter we met. I think I still like you. I havenât been able to connect with anyone after you.â
âI⊠I feel the same. But I need to explain to you something before we can continue, okay? Just not tonight. Iâm too tired.â You confessed, biting your lip.
Noeul hummed, seemingly understanding. âOkay. Iâll let you go up, Hyung. Talk to you soon.â He slipped on his cap and pulled up his mask, waving goodbye as he walked away. You watched him walk for a moment before going inside when you couldnât see him anymore.
You were in the elevator when you got a text. You pulled out your phone and checked the message.
It was from Noeul.
It was just a pictureâan older one. He looked shy in the picture, mostly looking at you who was holding the phone to do a selfie. Your grin was wide as you held up a peace sign. Noeul was following you as he held a makeshift peace sign that didnât fully extend. It almost looked like he was doing air quotes.
A smile spread across your lips.
It felt nice to finally have someone calming in your life resurface.
Ice to cool you down from the fire that was Kim Ye-Jun.
But of course, you shouldnât have gotten so comfortable.
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Uhm, dude. I donât know if you know this, but Iâm not Song Noeul? You got the wrong number
âŽ
Also, youâre fucking insane and canât spell for shit
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â no way ă
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heâs gay??
â shameless to be making out in public
â wtf? Iâve been simping over a gay man??
â gross ă
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â ugh, waste of a man!!
â Iâm not sure why you girls are whining, not like you wouldâve had a chance with him anyway ă
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â isnât he in a recent drama with a kid???
â poor kid ă
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we gotta get him out before he gets the kid
â thereâs literal rapists walking free in the film industry, but sure, homotron 3000 is the problem
â uhm, why is no one weirded out that some of these pictures are taken in the privacy of Song Noeulâs home????!
â is it just me or does it look like he has bruises on his body for a few of these pics?? Dispatch wtf?
â he literally looks underaged in some of these pictures?? Why am I seeing a minors nudes?
â it doesnât matter that itâs pixilated, why are you showing this?! Guys we gotta report the post
â Moon Taeil literally exists and yall seem more angry at a gay man??
â I donât care that he likes sucking dick, at least he can act
â yall are so fucking funny. If Song Noeul dies because of this donât pretend you care about celebrities mental health for a week before forgetting all about him
â fucking gross, he probably makes Black Rose uncomfortable ă
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â heâs dating Love Countdownâs Cho (Name)???
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@Dohyungotafatty (â639 â248)
âł damn, I was wrong. Cho (Name) isnât dating Kim Ye-Jun ă
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@junhoswhore (â1264 â387)
âł uh, isnât this revenge porn?
@yukiiwukki (â2763 â19)
âł the person who sold the info to dispatch seem insane ă
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why do we have to know about an actorâs love life?
@_loveandfear (â635 â127)
âł heâs literally a minor in some of the pictures, dispatch fucking delete these
@jaesflatass (â3872 â498)
âł I forgot homophobia existed ă
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@lovewonshiik (â835 â376)
âł the cute guys are always gay⊠I hope Won-Shik is straight ă
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@Dohyungotafatty (â1972 â287)
âł itâs not like you had a chance ă
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@freakfundashi (â532 â9)
âł It doesnât feel right to make a sex joke right now ă
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I hope Song Noeul is okay
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Roha Hyung
âł donât check online. Donât check your comments, please donât. Take care of yourself.
Wonnie Hyung
âł stay home, (Name). Iâm coming with Manager Nayoung
Dohyunie Hyung
âł Iâm sorry this is happening to you, baby. Donât leave your room. Jae and I are coming over, weâre just stuck in traffic
Jae Hyung
âł it was him right?! Iâm going to fucking kill him
âł this better not have been Kim Ye-Jun I swear to god
Jun Jun Hyung
âł (Name)⊠open the door please. I know you hear me. Please, I need to make sure youâre okay
Ki Ki Hyung
âł donât test me, (Name). I will unscrew the bolts of your door if you donât open it now
Manager Choi Nayoung
âł donât you dare think weâre angry at you, Cho (Name). Iâm sorry you were outed like this. Iâm coming now to check on you. Weâll figure out how to deal with this and find out who sold the information to dispatch.
Kim âSon of a bitchâ Ye-Jun
âł Cho (Name). Stop looking at the comments. I know you are. It might hurt now but know those people arenât even your fans.
âł not even that, why do you care about the feelings of someone youâd never meet? Of someone who would be a coward to say it to you in person?
âł itâs not my place but Noeul isnât answering his phone⊠please check on him. Iâm worried
My sunset
âł Hyung
âł itâs all my fault. I shouldnât have came to see you. I ruined you. Please donât hate me. Please please. Iâll fix it. Iâll handle everything.
âł I just need to confess. Thereâs no point in denying it. Iâm just sorry you will have to learn about this in a public setting
âł Iâll just tell you now. It was my ex boyfriend. But please⊠please donât look at any more of the pictures. I donât.. I donât want you to see me like that.
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Song Noeulâs shocking past; revealed by supposed ex lover!
Plus evidence of Love Countdownâs Cho (Name) and Song Noeulâs budding romance since 20XX!
Your eyes grazed over the post multiple times.
You just couldnât be happy for a second could you? Now you dragged Noeul down with you when he was dealing with something arguably worse.
You could hear Junho and Yuki calling you from outside your door. You almost got up to open the door before Yuki kept his promise when your phone began ringing.
It was your mother.
Hehe, suddenly thereâs a whole story line? This wasnât supposed to be 16k words. If you noticed, Ye-Jun isnât the only love interest anymore, get ready to learn more about Song Noeul in chapter 3 :) Iâm finally giving threesomes a chance. Get used to porn with plot from me lol
Anyway thank @teyvat-writer for the idea for reader to punch Ye-Jun.
Tag list: @the-ultimate-librarian @chill-guy-but-cooler @mello-life25 @love-kha1 @star-3214 @terapung @flurrina @smellwell @iwishtobeacrow @rhetorical-conscience @mooncarvers-world @tehyunnie @remdayz @ofclyde @tomoeroi @cherry-blossoms-187 @kiiyoooo @glittervame
Translations:
â ë ê·žëëĄ ë°ìë€ìŹ, ëì ëë €ìŽ â â accept me as I am, your fear
ë돎 ìë»ì, ìêž°. â itâs pretty, Jagi
â ì°šê°ìŽ ë€ ëìŽ ëë„Œ ìŒìŒ â â your cold eyes swallow me
â ë¶ìíêČ ë§ëë ê±°ìŒ ì? â â why are you making me anxious?
â ë°ëëĄ ê°êł ìë êČ ê°ìì â â it seems like Iâm moving backwards
Songs used: Monster by EXO, beyOnd by OnlyOneOfâs Nine, and Not Mine by Day6
#bottom male reader#x male reader#sub male reader#uke male reader#male reader#oc x reader#mlm ns/fw#male bottom reader#original character
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Eddie woke up with a pounding headache and an intense sense of dread. He groaned as he sat up, shutting his eyes to block out the searing light from the window.
He took a deep breath before opening them again, letting out a sigh of relief when he realized he was in his own room, safe in their apartment. But that wasn't stopping his pounding headache.
God, what the fuck happened last night? He remembered going to Garethâs party, getting cross-faded. Then, just pure white-boy wasted as the night went on and someone brought out tequila shots. He remembered whining about missing Steve to some guy-
Oh god. The guy. It came screaming back to him, blurry and unfocused but there.
I can be your boyfriend for the night.
How the fuck had the line worked on him? Eddie didn't know, but he knew that it had. He remembered kissing him, whimpering into his mouth while moaning Steveâs name. How good it felt.
What the fuck had he done?
Pure panic was starting to set in. He cheated on Steve. He actually cheated on Steve. And for what? Because he hadn't seen him for a few weeks? It only took one vacation with Robin for him to destroy the trust they built? Was he that pathetic? That selfish? That idiotic?
He didn't even remember how far they'd gone. He didn't even know how he got home. Or if the guy came with him. The idea of him fucking someone else in their bed made him feel physically ill. Ill enough to have Eddie jumping out of bed, frantic as he looked around for any clues. But there was nothing. Just the evidence of the life he'd built with his boyfriend. The one that he had single handedly ruined.
Maybe he could just not tell him. Keep it secret for the rest of his fucking life. Track down anyone who did know and blackmail them to be quiet. That seemed more sane then coming clean. Sane enough to have Eddie stumbling out of his room in a hurry.
But before he could call Gareth to insanely demand the names of anyone who could have seen him, he smelled it. The scent of coffee brewing, plus the sound of a happy hum.
Steve was home. A whole day early.
Holy shit, Eddie was going to be sick. He was actually going to puke. The feeling bad enough to make his legs weak, so bad he crashed right into the wall.
Loud enough to have Steve calling after him, "Babe, is that you?"
Eddie opened his mouth to answer, but nothing came out.
Not when Steve was rounding the corner, smiling at him like that. All soft and loving, "There you are. Rough night?"
Was that the last time he would look at him like that?
"Eddie?" Steve asked, frowning at his lack of answer, "Are you okay?"
Eddie wanted to die. He actually wanted to die. Why had he done this? But he couldn't lie to him. Not with the sweet, trusting way Steve was looking at him. He just couldn't.
"I need to tell you something," Eddie finally managed to choke out, his heart beating so fast he was scared Steve could hear it. Maybe he'd have a heart attack it he was lucky. Avoid this whole shit show through almost dying.
But he wasn't that lucky.
Steve cocked his head at him, "What's wrong?"
"I'm so sorry, Stevie," Eddie said, letting his first thought come out, "I'm so fucking sorry."
"What are you talking about?"
"I kissed someone," Eddie blurted out, his hands shaking as he started to word vomit, "Last night. A-At the party I told you about."
Steve just stared at him.
"I-I was drunk!" Eddie went on, his voice coming out wet, "It didnt mean anything, I don't even know why I did it."
Steve still wasn't saying anything. He was just looking at him, his expression unreadable. It just made Eddie feel more desperate.
"Please say something," Eddie begged, "I know this is bad. I do. But I dont even know who he is. I-I won't do it again!"
Steve still had his head cocked as he looked at him, something in his eyes that Eddie didn't understand, "Is that all?"
Fuck no that wasn't all. Not when Steve was looking at him like that. Eddie didn't even think about it as he sunk to his knees, fully fucking ready to beg at Steveâs feet.
"I love you," Eddie tried, the tears he was holding back finally starting to fall, "I fucked up. I know I fucked up but please don't leave me. Please. I can make up for this. I can. Please."
It was hard to see him through the tears in his eyes, hard to comprehend anything through how fucking bad Eddie felt, the sheer amount of self-loathing nearly drowning him completely. His vision was cloudy enough to almost make it look like Steve was... smiling at him?
Steve reached down, grabbing Eddie underneath the armpits to help lift him back onto his feet. Strong in a way that still made Eddie's heart skip a beat whenever he saw it in action. He led a still sniffling Eddie to the couch, grabbing for his hand when they sat down.
"Baby, how do you think you got home last night?" Steve asked.
Eddie frowned, "I-I don't know. I don't remember."
"Do you remember what the guy looked like?"
Eddie swallowed, so nervous he was still kind of afraid he was going to puke. And he highly doubted that puking on Steve would help his case for him to stay, "I don't remember fully."
"What do you remember?"
Eddie sighed, looking down into his lap, "I remember missing you. And then a point where I got drunk enough to say it to anyone who would listen. Then this guy showed up and he said-"
"I can be your boyfriend for the night?"
Eddie snapped his head up, staring at Steve with his mouth open. How the fuck did he know that?
"And then did he do this?" Steve asked as he brought his hand up, cupping Eddie's cheek. Looking at him like he was the most precious thing in the world before placing his thumb on Eddie's bottom lip, teasing it with a smile, "Before saying you were beautiful?"
"I-yes? But how-"
"Honey," Steve sighed, a touch exasperated but mostly fond, "I got back last night. Then went to go find you when I remembered about the party."
Oh god, did that mean Steve saw the whole thing? Was this the calm before he kicked Eddie out? Was he about to be dumped-
"I can see your brain working babe, but it's working in the wrong direction."
"Huh?" Eddie asked, completely lost on why Steve was smiling at him instead of cursing his name.
"Eddie, it was me," Steve said calmly, though his face said he was holding back a laugh, "You made out with me. Before I took us home and you failed at trying to give me road head on the way home. Twice."
"I-what?" Eddie asked, shellshocked.
"You cheated on me with me, babe," Steve laughed, his calm face finally breaking, "Then when we got home, you cried about missing me to me. You're adorable when you're wasted. Stupid, but adorable."
"Oh my fucking God," Eddie breathed out, the reality of the situation hitting him. He groaned, hiding his face in his hands while Steve cackled next to him. He had never felt like a bigger fucking moron, Jesus Christ, "I am never drinking tequila again."
"Good idea," Steve chuckled as he pried Eddie's hands away from his face. He brought one to his mouth, kissing his fingers as he grinned, "But I love the honesty, sweetheart. 10/10. And the begging? Kind of hot."
"I was terrified!" Eddie moaned, staring up at the ceiling as a blush climbed up his neck, "You scared the shit out of me."
"You scared yourself!" Steve laughed, grabbing for Eddie's chin to force his head back down to look at him. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to his forehead, "My favorite little drama queen."
"You're a bastard," Eddie grumbled, like he wasn't smiling when Steve leaned in to kiss him on the lips, "Evil."
"But wasn't I a good boyfriend for the night?" Steve asked, laughing even harder when Eddie pinched his side. Eddie leaned in to kiss him again, effectively shutting him up as the last of his anxiety drained away.
But one thing was for sure. Tequila would be his worst enemy until the day he died.
Purely inspired by this post by @hawkinsbnbg
#steddie#steddie ficlet#steve harrington#eddie munson#such a fun lil idea lol#he so stupid#cheating that is not real#at all lol
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𧧠pairing: choi seungcheol x afab!reader 𧧠wordcount: 23.5k words
𧧠reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated <3! tumblr is based on reblogs not likes, and they help writers like me to get better reach. thank you ^~^
𧧠genre: best friends to friends with benefits to lovers, slow burn, angst, fluff, smut (mdni 18+)
𧧠summary: all it took was one kiss and suddenly you and Seungcheolâs friendship has turned upside down. 𧧠In other words: exploring how far the boundaries of your lifelong friendship can take the two of you, you and Seungcheol try to navigate what it's like to be friends with benefits. just because you're secrelty in love with each other won't fuck everything up...right?
𧧠tags: bsf!seungcheol, nonidol!au, rich!seungcheol, middleclass!reader, sml!wonwoo, jealous!cheol, possesive!cheol, mutual pining, SLOW BURN, ANGST, both mc's are heavily in denial, lotssss of miscommunication and misunderstandings, they are one year apart, jeonghan is the only sane person, hoshi is a clingy drunk, mona eisa makes an appearance!, its such a cliche story but i love it, they make bad decsions when theyre 'h' word... 𧧠smut tags/warnings: dom!scoups, sub!reader, multiple smut scenes, p in v unprotected sex, semi-public sex (sorry), slight mutal intoxicated sex in the first smut scene, choking, slapping, multiple positons, oral (f. receiving), fingering, creampie, praise and degradation, pet names (baby, angel, princess, love).
𧧠note: finally... its here. im sorry for the long wait :"). i thought i was only going to do 10k words but i got carried way. i want to thank @mysafehaneul who helped me with editing this story as well as my two irl friends who brainstormed ideas with me through out the writing process <3. if i've missed any tags/warnings please dont be afraid to lmk! anyways,,, im excited because this thing is my baby, i hope you enjoy! your thoughts and comments are always welcome :') leave me a comment or ask if you want~
As long as you can remember, Seungcheol and you have been attached to the hip. Even though he was a year older than you, you couldnât remember the last time you spent a day without him, starting all the way from the young, bright age of 5, when you and your family moved into the small, humble house across his. Although your parents werenât very well off, Cheol was. It was an odd thing that you two were neighbours because his house was much more grand and nicer kept than yours. This didnât really bother you growing up though, he always made you feel like an equal. Â
Seungcheol has been with you through it all, from the petty fights in middle school to the pains of adolescence in high school. Heâs seen you at your worst like the time you tripped and fell trying to impress a cute guy at school, which resulted in a nosebleed. You were so embarrassed but at the end of the day, Cheol was there to help you clean your bloody nose and pick you back up. A true night and shining armour in disguise. He was the one to patch up your heart, breakup after breakup. Always your shoulder to lean on when youâre feeling down, and especially when youâre happy.Â
A man and best friend like Choi Seungcheol didnât come around very often, and you took notice of that since you were young. You cherish every moment you have and will have with him. He is a true gentleman with a heart of gold, heâs handsome, smart, rich and caring. Every single box on your list is ticked off when it comes to him. Yet, you know that no matter how hard you love him, you will only ever be his best friend. The girl he sees is practically his younger sister. The bittersweet feeling of being so close to him tugs your heart till it's torn. It took you a long time to accept that all youâll ever be is his best friend, and even now youâre still trying to accept this fact.Â
I.
Fall freshly arrived in your city. The bustling sound of cars, the light whistle of the wind, the leaves that would crunch with each step. It is the perfect atmosphere for you and Seungcheol's weekend movie marathon. On todayâs agenda is Divergent, a series you loved reading growing up.Â
There you two sat, snuggling on the couch, wrapped in maybe ten pounds worth of blankets that could be someoneâs monthly rent downtown. This is why you loved having movie marathons at Seungcheolâs place, he always has the best blankets, the best pillows, the best snacks; you could go on for days with reasons.Â
Your head on his shoulder, his arm resting behind you on the couch, everything felt perfect. If you closed your eyes for just one second, you could pretend that you and he were together and that this was just a stay-at-home type of date. But, the moment your eyes open again you are faced with the reality of the situation.Â
âWow, this movie was a lot better when I was like 13âŠâ you snort after finishing re-watching Divergent for the first time in a long time. Only because Cheol hadnât seen it before.Â
âHmm, it's not that bad..?â He tries to defend the movie, but as someone who read all the books in middle school, you knew that it just didnât compare.Â
âNo Cheol you donât understand, itâs just gets worse from here. I really donât know why they didnât just decide to follow the book more properly. The first one was so good.â you huff with a frustrated sigh after finishing your rant.Â
Seungcheol can only chuckle, his voice sending vibrations from how close in proximity you two were. He didnât mind the physical affection between the two of you, after being around each other for so long, you two became accustomed to it. You were always the type to rant to him about the little things, and he just likes to sit there and listen. He always wants to be the person you go to when you want to let your feelings out, no matter how trivial your tangents are.Â
âY/n, if you hate the last two movies why are we watching them?â He asks you, his brow quirked up.Â
âYouâre right actually, maybe we can watch something elseâŠâ You agree, your head craned up to look at him from where youâre positioned. A small smile danced across your lips, so close to him you could feel his breath fan your face. The smell of his cologne tickles your nostrils.Â
âWanna watch Ponyo?â Seungcheol suggests he knows how much you love Ghibli movies. You always like to mention to him that youâre Ponyo and heâs Souske. He doesn't disagree with you, jesting that he would carry you around in a bucket full of water as Souske does.Â
Agreeing, giving an affirmative nod, you snuggle into him further as he changes the movie, exiting out of the dumpster fire they call the Divergent. As the movie starts to play, you think back to all the times Seungcheol was your Souske, and all the times he spent making sure you would heal from your hurt.Â
II.Â
Seungcheol has always seen himself as your best friend. The man that will be there for you when you have no one else to turn to. He has never seen you as more than his best friend, his y/n. He is a man who never second-guesses himself, always keeping a strong-willed sense of mind. Every time one of his friends asked him if he had feelings for you, he would simply answer no; and that you were like a younger sister to him.Â
That first year was lonely for him, he didnât really know anyone and all his classes kept him away from socializing. The only thing that seemed to have stayed constant was you. You face-timed him at least once a week before he went to bed, never forgetting to remind him how much you missed him, and how much you cared for him. In the simplest words, you were his rock for during first year.Â
Seungcheol was never warned about how lonely and jarring your first year could be. The change in place, people, and most importantly the change in the fact that you werenât there experiencing it beside him. He was never one to believe clichĂš sayings, but he finally understood what the saying âdistance makes the heart grow fonderâ really felt like. He had gotten so overwhelmed from the loneliness he even began to write you letters, ones he would never actually send out, as cheesy as it sounds. But knowing that he was addressing them to you brought him some type of solace in that first year.Â
 A year later you came to study at the same university, and he was elated, to say the least. Finally, he had thought to himself. The one person he hadnât been able to see, smell, or touch for a year was finally going to be in his proximity.Â
Unlike Cheol, you were only able to go to this school through bursaries and scholarships, your parents simply just couldnât afford to send you to school in a different city otherwise. It reminded you how lucky Seungcheol was to receive support from his parents, getting and going to school was nothing he had to ever think twice about. You knew you couldâve stayed with your family, and gone to school closer to your house, but with Cheol away, it just wasnât the same. Nothing had felt the same since he left. But this didnât matter to you the moment you felt his arms wrap around you again.Â
You stood there in the airport all alone, eyes searching for a head of freshly dyed blond hair. The moment you heard his voice call your name, you knew you were finally home.Â
âY/n!â An excited, deep voice calls out for you.Â
You whip your head around to see him. The man you hadnât seen in so long, the man you were so desperately in love with. Your best friend.Â
âCheol!â A squeal escapes your lips, you run to him. He pulls you into a tight hug, wrapping his large hands around your smaller frame. Swinging you around like crazy, a laugh bubbles up from your throat.Â
âIâve missed you so much y/n.â Cheol exasperates as he hugs you tighter, leaving a kiss on the top of your head.
âIâve missed you too CheolâŠâ You whisper into his chest, breathing in his expensive cologne, not caring that you are in public; staying there to embrace him for a weirdly long period of time. âNever leave for that long again.âÂ
III.
âY/n for fucks sake please stop asking me if we can match for Halloween,â Seungcheol whines, his hands running over his face in exhaustion.Â
âCâmon it be so fun please please pleaseee,â you beg, your âpleaseâsâ getting longer with each second he refuses. Youâre both sat on his couch, the morning after your movie marathon sleepover. Kneeling beside his spot on the sofa, shaking his shoulder excessively to get him to agree with you.Â
Itâs a week before Jeonghanâs infamous Halloween party, one that youâve attended every year since you moved here. It is known for being one of the biggest parties of the year, and Jeonghan is the most dramatic yet genius host on campus. Everyone goes, and you mean everyone. This year is no different than the previous ones. You and Cheol have gone together every year, and he has yet to do a matching costume with you. This year youâre simply not backing down from a simple no.Â
âBut Tom and Jerry would be so funny!â You attempt to reason with him, giving him your biggest doe eyes and sweetest pout. You looked ridiculous, begging like a Victorian child asking for an extra piece of bread.Â
âFine. Fine!â Seunghceol finally gives in. If there was something he just canât resist, itâs when you beg to him with puppy dog eyes. It somehow has always worked for you, even when you two were kids.Â
âYes! Finally oh my god, iâve been waiting for this to happen for the past 3 years!â You jump around victoriously in your fluffy pyjamas. Seungcheol canât help but laugh at your celebratory dance, especially when you wore fluffy bunny printed pjâs.Â
âOk ok calm down, Iâll only allow it if I get to be the stupid Jerry cat.â he grumbles, arms crossed as he leans against his couch.Â
âYou mean Tom you idiot..â You muttered under your breath as you sit back on the couch, returning back to the Ghibli marathon.Â
You werenât very slick though, Seungcheol weirdly had a great sense of hearing for someone who can act like an old man sometimes. He turns to you with a glare and you let out a squeak, ready to run away from his hold, wow he is really taking his Tom role seriously, you thought as he chased you around his apartment. The sound of child-like laughter fills the space, your Ghibli movie long forgotten.Â
IV.
Monday had finally rolled around the corner, which you dread even more after spending the weekend in Paradise a lĂ Seungcheol, a.k.a his apartment; which was a lot more fun to be at in comparison to your own. He lived on one of the highest floors in his apartment building, while you lived in the cheapest place closest to campus. It was kind of laughable how different your life is compared to Seungcheolâs, yet out of everyone heâs your bestfriend.Â
Whatâs even worse about this Monday is that youâre finally getting your assigned partner for the midterm project. With your fingers crossed you hope that the professor would pair you up with either Jeonghan or Seunghcheol. At least it would make doing the project a little bit more bearable, especially knowing that the whole project itself is worth fifteen percent of your grade. Not a lot but enough to make a dent in your average if you get careless, which you canât afford. Literally.Â
âOkay, so Iâm just going to start assigning people randomlyâŠâ The professor drones on before beginning to give out assigned partners.Â
âY/n L/n and Jeon Wonwoo.â Your name is finally called, and thank the heavens your partner is someone you actually know, and someone you know who is smart too.Â
In a hurried fashion, you make your way to sit beside Wonwoo. You two werenât really all that close, but you had mutual friends. He is often seen with Mingyu, considering the fact that they are roommates. You had only learnt this from Seungcheol, who was closest to Mingyu. A golden retriever turned person who he had become friends with at the end of his first year in uni.Â
Wonwoo is an attractive guy, and smart too, which you cannot deny. He was relatively popular for those reasons, but you never really paid much attention to him. Only ever talking to him at parties or in the student union centre eating lunch with Cheol, Mingyu, and Vernon. Honestly, you were just glad to be paired with someone who you know isnât going to make you do the whole damn thing by yourself.Â
You slip into the desk where he sits, exchanging a soft hello before bringing out your laptop to write notes. âHey Wonwoo, I donât know if you remember me but Iâm Y/n.âÂ
âYeah I remember you, youâre Seungcheolâs best friend right?â He asks, probably thinking you look familiar from all the times you had been seen walking around campus with Cheol.
âI am, unfortunatelyâŠhaha.â You laugh awkwardly along with your joke, trying to break the ice between you two. Wonwoo just nods his head at you slowly, aware of your attempt to make a joke. He definitely wasnât much of a talker. You picked up on that every time Mingyu had brought him around, and every time you saw him he was either on his phone or talking to a friend quietly in a corner.Â
You two got down to business pretty quickly after your lousy attempt to try and make conversation. This is definitely one of those moments that would potentially keep you up a night. The ones where youâre trying to fall asleep and suddenly remember an embarrassing thing you did or said.Â
On the other side of the room are Jeonghan and Seunghceol, and much to Seungcheol's dismay he got paired up with the one person he didnât want to be with. The moment the professors called out their names, Jeonghan turned around giving him the biggest shit-eating grin. With the professorâs queue, he makes his way to sit beside Cheol, sitting too close for comfort.Â
Jeonghan loves to tick Seungcheol off, he thinks itâs a great way to pass the time. Maybe even one of his favourites. There was something about getting under his skin that he just found so amusing. It doesnât really help that Jeonghan is one of Y/nâs closest friends, second to Cheol even.Â
He met Y/n in her first year at the University and even knew Cheol prior to Y/n, but the two men somehow never really got along. Jeonghan and Y/n shared an intro to psychology class back in her first year and became close for sharing an innate hatred towards their professor. After that, they were like two peas in a pod. Four years into their friendship, Jeonghan still relentlessly teases Cheol, especially when Y/n is around.Â
Jeonghan has always been an observant man, at least heâd like to think so. The first time he saw Y/n and Seungcheol interact he could tell from the beginning that they were hopelessly in love with each other. Although he would never outright butt into their relationship, he definitely knows how to push things along. Their body language towards each other really was the biggest giveaway and the way Cheol gives into everything Y/n would say. Whatâs even more laughable was the fact that they were both deeply in denial, for what reason? Jeonghan didnât know but he found their oblivious attitude to be insufferable. Call him bitter but after spending much time with the two of them he just wanted them to finally bite the bullet and date already.Â
âHmm look at Y/n getting all cozy with Wonwoo, they would be cute together wouldnât they Cheollie?â Jeonghan provoked, calling Seungcheol by a horrid nickname. He poked at Seungcheols arm, giving him a cheshire cat grin. The blond man was not very amused by Jeonghanâs antics, giving him a deathly glare.Â
âYouâre blowing this out of proportion you idiot, theyâre just partners for a project.â Seungcheol scoffs, rolling his eys at how fast Jeonghan is shipping you with Wonwoo. âAlso stop fucking calling me Cheollie, its such an ugly nickname.â
âWhy not Cheollie? You let Y/n call you thatâŠâ He wiggles his eyebrows. âIâm just saying people donât just start dating out of nowhere, plus theyâll be spending a lot of alone time together.â Jeonghan eggs on, nudging Seungcheol with his elbow.
Seungcheol moves his attention towards you, boring holes into the back of you and Wonwooâs head. Seeing you with Wonwoo didnât settle right with him, he wasnât sure why. Maybe itâs because of what Jeonghan said or the fact that imagining you so close with another man wasnât something he was used to. It doesnât matter anyways, theyâre just partners, nothing else, Seungcheol thought. He lets out a huff of vexation, bracing himself for the upcoming weeks he has to put up with Jeonghanâs antics.Â
X.
The day of Jeonghanâs party had finally arrived, and you couldnât be more excited. Midterms had just finished up and you were more than ready to drink away the stress. You hadnât been to a party in a while now, and you were definitely due for a good one. You were dying just to get your mind off school at least for one night, drinking with your friends and wear a skimpy halloween costume.Â
The walk to Seungcheolâs apartment isnât very long, a brisk five minutes and youâre already in front of the entrance. You were excited to see his costume, especially because you havenât seen him dress up for halloween since you two were kids. As you walked down to his apartment you couldnât help but appreciate the perfect weather for tonights party. The slightly chilly wind blowing through your hair, the moon full and shining bright in the already dark sky. You just had a weird flutter in your heart that gave you the impression that this party isnât going to be like any of the previous ones.Â
Walking down the hall to your best friendâs place always has you in awe, no matter how many times youâve been down the path to his apartment. Most of the time you felt out of place, everything is so extravagant. The doorman, the high-speed elevator, and especially Cheolâs large floor to ceiling windows. It had a whole view of the bustling city and it took the breath out of you everytime you would spend a few minutes appreciating the scenery.Â
You knock on his door, and not more than a few seconds later hes opening the door for you. A hearty laugh leaves your lips as your met with the image of him wearing grey cat ears. His cheeks rosy and the tips of his ears turn a hot red as he lets you in. you canât help but giggle as you make your way into his living room.Â
Seungcheol may be a little embarrassed by the cat ears but the real reason heâs blushing so hard isnât because youâre laughing at him. The moment he opened the door the first thing he notices is your costume. He mentally slapped himself trying not to drool at your figure. The brown corset you had on hugs your waist perfectly, the tightness accenuating your cleavage. Your breasts are practically spilling out of the top and the view is causing all the blood in his body to rush to his head. As you walked past him laughing he couldnât help but look down at how little your skirt covered. His heart was beating so fast, but he quickly masks his desire for you with annoyance.Â
âI think this is the first time Iâve seen you in cat ears.â Youâre practically creasing on his couch, laughing after every word.Â
âYouâre the one who wanted to do Tom and Jerry!â he defends himself, a displeased look plastered on his face.Â
âO-ok sorry sorry, itâs cute! Donât worry.â A giggle slips past your lips. You stand up and fix his cat ears, your smile widening at the fact that heâs not happy with how âcuteâ his costume is. âCâmon lemme draw some whiskers and a nose on you.âÂ
Taking his hand, you lead him to the couch. You let him sit down comfortably on the couch before you climb onto his lap, your eyeliner pencil in hand, ready to draw some whiskers. You focus on giving a cute circular nose, your tongue sticking out a little in concentration. Not wanting to mess up the whiskers, you dont pay attention to anything else as you draw three straight lines on each of his cheeks.Â
Seungcheol on the other hand is trying very hard not to focus on you. His hands are squeezing your hips with an iron grip. The direct view of your cleavage, the proximity of your body, it was getting too much for him. You were so in your own world, concerned by his cat makeup that you donât even notice your skirt riding up the slightest bit. He takes notice of this, his breath caught in his throat. With your legs straddling his, he has a good view of your panties peaking out from your skirt. Seungcheol can feel himself getting aroused but heâs trying his best to ignore it, his hands starting to sweat profusely.Â
âFuckâŠâ He mumbles under his breath, looking straight down at your exposed underwear. He felt a bit like a pervert but he just couldnât tear his eyes away from your body.Â
âShh Iâm almost done promise.â You assure him, oblivious to the fact that heâs not whining about the make up. âAnnnd done!â A satisfied smile spreads across your face as you get off his lap. Pulling down your skirt a little because of it slightly hiking up from being on his lap.Â
With a relieved sigh, Seungcheol gets up from the couch after you. He wasnât sure why heâs feeling about this away about you all of sudden. Maybe it was because you two were so close in such an intimate way? No that canât be it, Seungcheol thinks to himself, weâve known each other for so long. Maybe its because your costume was accenuating every attractive thing about you, he really didnât know. But what he does know is if that happened again he wouldnât know what to do with himself. With that last thought, he decides to just brush it off for now. He feels more than ready to get some alcohol in his system.Â
âLets go?â Seungcheol asks, lending you his bicep to wrap your hand around. You nod, taking his arm before walking out of his apartment, ready for the fun night ahead.Â
VI.Â
You two arrive in front of Jeonghanâs house. It isnât a far walk from Seungcheolâs apartment, maybe five to eight minutes and you were already there. As you stroll along the side walk the music exuding from his house becomes increasingly loud. The thumping of the bass echoing slightly throughout the neighbourhood, the halloween decorations hanging off the exterior. You are a little bit in awe at how many people are able to fit in a tiny bungalow, but despite the crowded atmosphere, a party like this is a perfect way to celebrate the end of your midterms.Â
As you and Seungcheol enter the house, you can already recognize a few familiar faces from your classes as well as some of your closest friends. The music practically enveloped you the moment you stepped into the room, the bass causing your heart to thump out of your chest. You squeeze onto Seungcheolâs arm tighter, not wanting to lose him in the crowd. He keeps you close, fearing that you may disappear the moment he lets you go. As you continue to scan the room for your friends, one person in paritcualr catches your attention.Â
 Soonyoung who was of course wearing a tiger onesie, is already in a drunken state, swaying around aimlessly, bumping into people and then proceeding to apologize with a hug accompanied by a kiss on the cheek. Watching this unfold causes a giggle to escape your lips, you pat Seungcheol and motion to the silly drunkard making his way out of the heaps of people. Seungcheol chuckles at Soonyoung as he ends up making his way over to the two of you. The drunk tiger yells out for you , engulfing you and Cheol into a bone crushing hug. Â
âTypical of you Hosh, youâre already drunk off your ass,â you scold him as you call him by his nickname, patting his fluffly tiger hood. âNow what are you doing going around and giving people kisses?âÂ
âY/Nie stop acting like my mom, câmon lets go find Hao and the others.â Soonyoung whines, tugging on your arm so that you would follow him. You give Seungcheol a look, and he just nods, you knew that meant he would go and find you later. So you let Hoshi pull you away, brining you over to your friends.Â
You spot Jeonghan and Minghao conversing in a corner of the room. This is the first time youâve seen an angel look like they were out to do more bad than good. Jeonghanâs angel wings and halo shaking as he laughs at something Minghao says. On Jeonghanâs left side is a Mona Lisa painting with the head and arms cut out. You laugh at the way Minghao is constantly keeping his hands in the same way as the original position of the painting as he talks.Â
âY/N! Finally the party doesnât really start till youâre here.â Jeonghan greets you, taking you out of Hoshiâs grasp to pull you into a hug. âYour costume is adorable but also really sexy, Jerry right? Whereâs your Tom?âÂ
âGoodevening to you too Hannie, and uhmâŠMona Lisa?â You giggle at Minghaoâs odd choice in costume.
âMona Eisa actually.â He corrects and you donât even think to ask any further questions.Â
âWell⊠he wouldâve been here if this intoxicated hamster didnât pull me away from him.â You reply to Jeonghan, giving Soonyoung a look, seeing that heâs already cuddling up to Minghao, who doesnât seem too pleased by the sudden affection. âSoonyoung stop trying to strangle Hao, heâs not going to disappear.â you scold him again, resulting in a pouty tiger.Â
âJesus Soonyoung let go of me that onesie you have on is like a fucking space heater.â Minghao complains, trying to push Hoshi away. Hoshi only whines, holding on tighter. Looking at the situation unfolding, a stranger would think Minghao is the older one of the two. You have always known how much of a lightweight Hoshi is, but tonight it seems heâs had more than usual.Â
âY/N stop calling me a hamster, and Hao whatâs wrong with a hug? I thought we were friends..â He continues to whine, his cheeks red from the alcohol.
âWe wonât be if you keep holding onto me like that you idiot,â Minghao replies, giving Hoshi a warning look. He let Minghao go with a mope forming on his lips. Minghao can only laugh and pat his head. He wasnât a big fan of physical affection but he still adored Hoshi even if he was clingy. Y/N found their friendship amusing, they would always quarrel with one another yet still show affection when it really mattered.Â
âOk ok, break it up you two. Y/N over here is way too sober, letâs fix that.â Jeonghan suggests, and you happily agree. Hoshiâs face lights up and he attempts to follow the two of you. âNo Hoshi, not you, youâve had enough. Go find Seungkwan Hao, this guy needs to be put on an alcohol ban.âÂ
Soonyoung sulks even harder, causing his chubby cheeks to accentuate. It made you giggle at how cute he gets when heâs drinking. You bid your goodbyes to Hoshi and Minghao and follow Jeonghan into the kitchen. As you trek towards where the alcohol is you say hello to some of the people you were friendly with, complimenting the pretty costumes you saw on the way.Â
 When you finally reach the kitchen, the countertop is filled with bottles of every type of alcohol. You end up spotting Seungcheol standing around the island, talking and drinking with Mingyu, Vernon, and Wonwoo. They notice your presence immediately giving you a polite wave. Wonwoo on the other hand takes a longer than normal look at you. This catches Seungcheolâs attention, causing him to grip his red cup harder till it is slightly crumpled in his hand.Â
âCheollibee! I didnât see you come in earlier.â Jeonghan snickers, taking a good glance at his costume. This only makes Cheol scowl at him, muttering about the wretched nicknames Jeonghan is always coming up with.Â
âHello Jeonghan.â Seunghceol deadpans, still leaning leisurely against the island.Â
âYou wanna take a shot with me and Y/N? Itâll be fun, promise.â Jeonghan urges, a mischievous glint twinkling in his eyes. You watch the two and laugh, Seungcheol never fails to show his disdain for Jeonghan, it was kind of their thing.
âSure why not.â Cheol shrugs, coming up to the two of you. He stands behind you, your body pressed against the counter, you can feel his breath fan the back of your neck. Stiffening at the feeling, you watch him grab a bottle from in front of you before pouring out three shots. For some reason the music was nothing compared to how fast your pulse was beating in your ears right now.Â
Seungcheolâs strong bicep wraps around you to pour a sufficient amount of liquor in each glass, his cologne engulfing your senses. It makes your knees weak, the proximity of his body pressing up against you has your mind running laps. It was so close you could feel his front side brush up against your behind. The thin material of your skirt feeling the texture of his rough jeans.Â
âYou ready?â Seungcheol whispers in your ear as you look down at the shot glass that heâs trying to hand you. The way his breath fans across your face makes you shiver inwardly. You only nod, taking the little shot glass out of his grasp.Â
From Jeonghanâs point of view you look like a deer in headlights, he canât help but smirk. Seungcheolâs presence obviously affecting you.Â
You turn around to face Cheol, and he backs away a little bit, taking the space beside you; one of his hands gripping the counter beside your waist. His blond hair pushed back, the soft cat ear headband hes wearing contrasts against his hard features. As you throw back your shot, you canât help but keep your eyes on him. His strong jawline becomes more prominent as he takes his own shot, the liquor dripping a little bit off his chin onto his shirt. Fuck, you thought, iâm not drunk enough for this.Â
Jeonghan sees you ogling and canât help but chuckle to himself, he pours another set of shots before handing them off to the two of you. Taking the shot, you wince one again as you feel the alcohol burn down your throat. Two shots arenât enough to get you drunk but you were definitely starting to feel a light buzz. Your surroundings start to become a tad bit hazy, but in a good way.Â
âCheollie why donât you take Y/N to dance?â Jeonghan suggests, his cheshire cat like grin returning. The look of his mischievous smile in juxtaposition with his innocent and pure white angel costume.Â
Your eyes light up the moment âdanceâ slipped out of Jeonghanâs mouth, causing you to tug on Seungcheolâs sleeve, urging him to take you to where everyone else is dancing. The alcohol running through his system and the way your eyes sparkle under the kitchen lights is enough for Seungcheol to agree. He could feel his buzz coming on now but he knew he is far from drunk.Â
âFine, letâs go.â He allows, pretending not to be a little intrigued on what your definition of âdancingâ is. Â
You smile excitedly and take his hand, leading him to the dance floor, your hips already swinging along with the music. Which was more like the middle of Jeonghanâs living room with the couches pushed to the side. The crowd of people in the middle of the room are moving with the groove of the thumping bass. You start to do the same, letting your inhibitions go. Taking Seungcheolâs hands you place them on your hips, your body's flush with each others. You snake your hands around his neck, holding onto him as you continue to move with the music. The grasp of his large hands holding your hips tight ignites sparks in your stomach.Â
Seungcheolâs throat goes dry as you turn around, your back facing him. Your ass flush with his front, causing him to hold onto your hips even tighter. What the fuckâŠ, he thinks to himself. The feeling of arousal sneaking up on him for the third time tonight. As you continue to grind on him, he canât help but let out a low groan, your ass moving against his growing hard on.Â
âYou enjoying your self princess?â Seungcheol whispers in your ear, his hands starting to move up and down. From your hips to your waist, up then back down to your hips once again. Your breath hitches, the tips of his fingers leaving a searing heat on your skin in its wake. The buzzing haze clouding your thoughts, the pounding of the music, the feeling of his hands on you, it was too much all at once.Â
âMhmm..â Is the only thing you can say in response as you continue to dance against him.Â
Seungcheol chuckles, he can sense your arousal too, with the way you put your hands over his, guiding them back to your hips. Keeping your hands on top of his own, you let the music take over you. You close your eyes to really savour the moment; just because youâre not sure when the next time you will get to experience this with Cheol again.Â
The more you dance with him, the warmer you get. The heat of his body radiates onto you, his hands move from your hips down to your exposed thighs then back up. Who knew that two shots in, you would be dancing (grinding) on your best friend in the middle of Jeonghanâs Halloween party? As time goes on, you feel your clothes stick to your skin just a little more than before, as well as the heat brewing in your stomach.Â
âCheollieâŠâ You look over your shoulder to meet his gaze. With a seductive smile, you give him bedroom eyes, not caring that youâre in front of so many people you know. Or the fact that youâre feeling extremely attracted to your best friend right now. âIâm feeling a little warm, can we go somewhere a little more quiet?â you ask, feigning your timidness.Â
âYeah if thatâs what you want.â He nods, giving you his charming, dimpled smile.Â
You take his hand, leading him down the hallway to Jeonghanâs room. But before you enter you send a text to Jeonghan, asking if it was ok to stay in his room for a bit. He replies promptly saying that it was fine and to drink the water in his mini fridge if you needed to. After reading that you had permission to enter, you bring both you and Cheol into the room, closing the door promptly behind you.
âYou feeling better in here Y/N?â Seungcheol inquires, grabbing a water from the mini fridge and handing it to you. You simply nod, grabbing the water from his and taking a sip.Â
âYeah thank you, it was getting really hot out there. Thank god Hannie always keeps his room freezing cold.â You shrug before taking another sip of your water as you sit down on his bed. You admire Seungcheol as he walks toward you, his tight shirt highlighting his muscular biceps, veins running down his forearms. You mentally shake yourself to stop the drool from dripping past your lips.Â
He towers over you, standing in front of you as you sit on the bed. You clear your throat before putting the water bottle down on the bedside table. Seungcheol grabs a piece of your hair, tucking it behind your ear, his hand moving down slowly to get ahold of your jaw. His grip is firm but gentle, forcing you to look up at him from where you sit. You gulp, frozen, his actions not clear enough for you to predict what heâll do next.Â
âYou have been teasing me a whole lot while you were dancing, did you know that princess?â He asks, looking down at you while he runs his thumb over your lip, pulling it down slightly.
He relinquishes his hold from your face, going to sit beside you on the bed. Your heart beats out of your chest as your eyes meet his. Seungcheolâs pupils are enlarged, his brown eyes lidded with lust. You arenât sure what to do, but whatever he has planned you really wouldnât be opposed to any of it. Although you were having fun dancing with him, a part of you knew if you kept on grinding against him like that, his self-restraint would break.Â
The muffled music and the sound of your heavy breaths are the only things to be heard in the room. You bite your lip, not sure how to answer him, your cheeks heating with a little embarrassment, apprehension, and excitement.
 âNo Cheol I didnât mean to,â you murmur, your face dangerously close to his. He shakes his head with a chuckle.
âDidnât mean to what? Get me hard from having you grinding on me like that?â he retorts, his hand comes up to grip your cheek, squishing it between his thumb and forefingers. âI think you did mean to, I only have so much self-control princess.â Â
He lets go of his grip on you, caressing the spot on your cheek where he pressed his thumb. With one swift motion, he grips your hips and pulls you onto his lap, moving your thighs to straddle his. You yelp due to how quickly he got you into the position, your skirt riding up once again.Â
âMm.. Maybe just a little bit, I guess I got caught up in the momentâŠâ you admit shyly, averting his hard gaze as you play with the hem of your skirt.Â
âWell your actions have consequences sweetheart, so what are you gonna do about it?â He whispers into your ear. A shiver runs down your spine, and the feeling of his hot breath fanning your face causes the heat to pool in your core, staining your panties.Â
âCheollieâŠâ you whimper, his hands back on your hips, his grip tightening with every second that passes. Embarrassed, you bury your face into the crook of his neck, not wanting to look him in the eyes. You were just so embarrassed at how turned on you are, the feeling of his body so close to yours has your walls lining with arousal.Â
âYou gonna fix what you did princess?â He continues to whisper to you, making you feel like you two are the only people in the entire house. The feeling of his hands rubbing up and down your back soothingly has you leaning more into his touch, his fingertips leaving sparks as he continues. You nod into where you buried your face into his neck.Â
âWith words.â His tone is firm and another shiver runs through you, but instead, it runs straight through your hot core. His hands now running over your bare thighs, squishing them ever so slightly, as he admires how they look smushed onto his lap.Â
âIâll fix it, I want to.â You whisper as you look down at his full lips, your arms moving to wrap around his neck. âI really want you right now CheollieâŠâÂ
âI want you too, are you sure princess?â He asks, keeping a safe distance until he receives some verbal consent from you.Â
âYes, I want it please.â Youâre practically begging, whimpering as you lean in closer, your nose touching his.Â
Lost in his scent, you can feel the blood rush to your head at how close you are to him right now. His hands gripping onto your waist, his lips so close to yours but still not touching. The alcohol, your beating heart, his touch, itâs making your head dizzy with arousal. You wanted this so bad and you didnât know much you needed it up until this point. Out of all the people youâve been with before, nothing compares to how much youâre own best friend is turning you on right now. Something about him intoxicates you way more than the two shots you downed less than half an hour ago.Â
With that last thought, Seungcheol finally crashes his lips into yours. The moment he felt your lips on top of his it was like a fire ignited in him, one that he couldnât seem to light properly till you. Heâs only been kissing you for less than a minute but youâve already got him hooked. He knows that theres going to be no one after you. The feeling of your body against his is making all the blood rush down to his dick.Â
You place your hands on both his cheeks, pushing him into your face even more. Tasting the remnants of alcohol on his tongue, the flavour of him and what he drank making you whimper into the kiss. Seungcheol pushes his tongue into your mouth, exploring the softness of your lips. You couldnât comprehend how delicious it is to kiss Seungcheol, like he was some nectar youâve been deprived of all your life.Â
He groans as he feels you grind your clothed heat against his growing erection, the friction causing his head to spin. Gripping your hips even tighter, he continues you to kiss you with while moving your hips back and forth with ease. The hard motions causing you to pull back to let out a moan.Â
âHavenât even touched you properly and youâre already moaning like thatâŠâ Seungcheol groans, kissing up exposed cleavage and collarbones. âFuck angel youâll be the death of me.â
He adores the corset you have on, the fact that your tits practically spilling out right in front of his face made his dick even harder for you.Â
âMmmph, Cheol pleaseâŠâ You whine as he continues to suck on your exposed skin, leaving red marks all over. Gripping on his biceps to stabalize yourself, the feeling of him sucking harshly on your soft skin makes your eyes roll back. As you continue to grind on him you could feel him growing harder underneath you, it nudges against your cunt but barely, teasing you even further.Â
âTell me baby, what do you want?â He chuckles against your skin, leaving kisses along your neck and face.Â
âI need you to fuck me pleaseâŠâ You beg, your eyebrows scrunching in frustration, the kissing and grinding just isnât enough for you.Â
âAre you sure princess?â He asks slowly, trying to make sure that is something you really want. You look into his soft brown eyes with desperation, nodding to let him know that you need him right now.Â
âI do I do please Cheol, cant take this teasing anymore.â you complain, grinding your hips to urge him to take you already.
âYouâre a needy little slut arenât you darling?â He smirks, placing his lips on yours once again. This time he doesnât hold back with his actions, untying your corset from the back before taking it completely off you. He groans into the kiss as he places his hands your breasts, playing and tweaking with your pebbled nipples. You moan into his mouth as you feel him grope at your chest, fondling them in his hands expertly.Â
âP-please I need you now Cheol,â you whine harder, gripping onto his strands of blond hair, trying to ground yourself in this moment of increasing pleasure. His lack of touch where you need him most is frustrating you, he may be sucking on your tits but you want him to be sucking on your clit instead.Â
Youâre irritation forces you to seek relief for yourself, your hand snaking down past the bottom of your skirt, pushing your thong to the side. Placing your fingers on your sticky clit you let out a sastified moan. Cheol catches on quickly to your attempt to pleasure your self. You barely got to go in a full circle on your throbbing bud before he throws you onto the bed, laying you on your stomach. Dizzy from the sudden change in positions, you yell out a yelp as he forces your skirt cladded ass in the air.Â
âWhat a naughty girl you areâŠâ Cheol mutters to himself.Â
He tugs at your skirt so it bunches up around your hips, exposing your bare ass for him. Smirking to him self, he starts to caress the supple skin, that is until he brings his hand back to slap your ass with full force. It was so agressive that it jiggles from the impact, leaving a read hand mark on the soft surface.Â
âAh! Cheol please âm sorry, didnât meant to touch m-myself,â you cry out, the tears stinging your eyes. The cries turning into moans as he continues to smack your ass oneâŠtwo⊠three times⊠until its too much for you to count. Youâve never been hit like this before but you canât deny how good it feels.Â
âThis is what happens when you act like a fucking whore princess.â He chuckles, rubbing your hand print covered skin, trying to soothe you. âTell me you wont touch yourself without my permission again.âÂ
âI-I wont, p-promise. Please Cheollie I need you.â You blubber, the tears falling down your face. He hasnât even touched your needy pussy and youâre already a mess for him.Â
Seungcheol is satisfied at how pliant youâve become, crying and apologizing for him like a good girl. He thinks of all the things he wants to do to you, but ultimately he decides to reward you first. You had taken his slapping so obediently, he thought, wanting to giving you a prize for enduring him. So he turns you around, your back against the mattress, legs spread wide apart for him. He finally gets a good look at your face, becoming more satisfied seeing that the tears are staining your make up, your nose red, and your eyebrows knotted in sexual frustration as you pout for him. Cute, he thought.Â
âDont worry baby, iâll eat you so good youâll forget all about the pain.â He laughs as he lowers himself until heâs face to face with your heat. His warm breath fanning against your folds. His hands gripping your thighs tightly, keeping you spread for him. He licks his lips, wetting them before he indulges into your hot cunt.Â
Your underwear already pushed aside, he begins to lick a long fat strip against your wet lips. Letting out a wanton moan, you hold onto his hair, your thighs trying to close but his grip only becoming more tense.Â
âFuck Cheol⊠so good.â you moan out, your eyes rolling back with pleasure. He hums against your core, sending vibrations. His actions continue to make your walls build up with more arousal. Youâre so immersed in the feeling of his tongue, he decides to take it up a notch. Choking on air, you feel him insert a finger into your dripping hole, hooking it so it rubs against that spot that sends you into heaven. As his finger slides in and out of you, he suckles on your bundle of nerves. This is the moment you begin to see stars, and you start to feel that familiar build up below your stomach. Cheol adds another finger, picking up his pace a little bit.Â
âHmmph Cheol please⊠need to cum.â you beg him, and he speeds up. He speeds up so much you almost black out. Screaming his name, he puts all his force into getting you to the edge, it makes your toes curl. And then its gone.Â
âWhat the fuck?â you ask him, you face flushed from the moments before, but also with frustration. He can only smirk at you as he licks his fingers clean, his jaw wet with your arousal. Seungcheolâs eyes darken as he takes in your small frame below him, your wetness still glistening off his chin. His cat ears long gone, you admire his muscular build as he begins to take off his clothing.Â
âJust wanted to see you come on my cockâŠâ He mumbles, lining up his member with your entrance. Its large and the girth of it causes your breath to catch in your throat. Youâre a little scared how much of it is going to fit without it stinging, but at this point you canât bring yourself to care. All you want him to do now is to fuck you dumb.Â
Seungcheolâs self control is thinning second by second, he wants to take his time with you. Playing with you till his touch is burned into your skin. Till his length is burned in your pussyâs memory. So he teases you more, rubbing the tip of his hard member against your dripping folds. He loves how he can hear your lips squelch with every movement he makes.Â
Savouring the feeling of his cock head bumping into your clit, he places his hands on the mattress beside your waist. He moves his hips back and forth, letting his length glide against your lips but never going into your needy hole. The underside of his dick nestled within your folds, hitting your clit with each thrust.Â
âOh hmph⊠Cheollie please⊠inside please.â you moan salaciously, as you peak at how his cock is rubbing you. It looks so pornographic you almost come just at the sight of all.Â
âSorry baby, I just want to savour you for a bit.â He apologizes, his voice wavering as pleasure radiates through his body. The pre cum beading off the tip of his hardness. He relents his teasing, pulling back a bit to sit on the back of his heels. He stares at your knotted brows, the anticipation clearly written all over your face. Chuckling to himself he enters your tight cunt in one go. âSo fucking tight for meâŠâÂ
âCheol!â you yell his name, your legs held up to your chest by his large hands, folding you in half.Â
âHoly fuck princess, your pussy is perfect.â He praises into your ear while moving in and out of your entrance with ease. You clench around him after hearing him compliment you, your brain going blank with pleasure. The feeling of his cock makes you dizzy, especially with how perfectly he fills you. His large member stretching your walls deliciously, the tip grazing against that one spot that makes you weak.Â
âYou love taking this cock like a little slut donât you.â He mutters, letting go of your legs to put one against his shoulder. You can only nod and make sounds of approval.Â
Seungcheol admires the way his thick cock is spreading your entrance, making him groan. The white ring forming around the base of his dick makes his push into you faster. Your moans increase as you feel him speed up, the sounds of skin slapping fill the room. The echoing sounds of your wet pussy being filled by Seungcheolâs cock grows louder, making you even more horny than before.Â
You are so fucked out, you couldnât even form words of praise for him. The ridges of your walls being filled up by him is something you didnât know you needed until now.Â
That feeling you had in your chest on your way to Cheolâs place resurfaces, is this the night your friendship with him changes forever? You think to yourself while looking into his eyes, your eyebrows scrunching as you moan.
 The sight is so lewd, his member twitches inside your heat. He knows heâs close, but he doesnât want this to end. As he continues to thrust into you, he canât help but admire your beauty. Seungcheol was always aware that youâre an attractive person, but something about you being under him right now, drunk off his cock, basking in the moonlight that spills through the semi-closed curtain is really doing something to him. The feeling in his stomach only intensifies as he watches you moan his name deliriously. So fucking pretty, he thinks, the image of your coming undone burning into his memory.Â
âYou close princess?â He asks you, watching the way your legs are starting to shake a little. You nod as you look at him, silently pleading for him to make you cum. He flashes you a smile as his free hand goes to rub circles on your clit, continuing to piston in and out of your tightening hole. Eyes rolling with pleasure, your back arching off the bed as you lean into his touch even more. Clenching and then unclenching, your pussy is pulsing as it greedily sucks him in.Â
Seungcheol curses under his breath at the grip you have around his hard length, your walls pulsating with each circle he rubs into your clit. âIf you keep doing that, Iâm gonna come,â he warns you.Â
You smile at him mischeviously, repeating your actions again and again, watching his strokes becoming sloppier by the second.Â
âCome inside me Cheol, wanna see it drip out after,â you beg him, staring at him through your eyelashes innocently. He doesnât have to be told twice, his speed increasing once again. This shuts you up quickly, as you whine at the feeling of his tip kissing your cervix. You feel him twitch in you again, and you know heâs close, so are you. Letting go, you orgasm, letting the high wash over your whole body. Your orgasm triggers his, causing him to spurt his hot load into your spent pussy, creaming you.Â
âThat wasâŠâ you say with a sigh, the exhaustion starting to catch up with you. Seungcheolâs breathing is heavy, his cock still buried in your cunt, his cum starting to seep out of the edges of your folds.Â
âYeah it was.â He agress with you, finally pulling out. He takes a tissue from the bedside table, wiping off his softening member and then you. Kissing your forehead, he collects your clothes as well as his own.Â
You watch his muscular back as he picks up each article of clothing. A cold shiver running down your spine as the realisation washed over you, causing your heart to skip.Â
I just fucked my best friend, you thought to yourself. Your cheeks heat up profusely at how lustful you two became, but also your bashfulness turns into embarrassment and a little bit of worry. The talks youâve had with Jeonghan and the others about hooking up with a close friend flood your mind. You know things like these never end well, but at the same time this isnât just any other friend. This is Seungcheol, and for some reason you canât pinpoint whether thatâs a good or bad thing.Â
Seungcheol finishes picking up everything off the floor, handing you your corset as he puts his own clothing on. You untie the strings and clasp the front parts easily, only to struggle with re-tightening the back. With a meek expression, you stand in front of Cheol with your back facing him.Â
âUh, do you think you can tighten the back for me.â your voice sounding small. He smirks at how shy youâve become after the fact he fucked you shamelessly less than fifteen minutes ago.Â
âOf course princess,â he leans in to whisper in your ear. His breath fanning against your neck, causing you to shiver visibly. He lets out a low chuckle before tying up your corset, his fingers gliding agaisnt your skin. The touch is hot but gentle, yet the feeling lingers for a few seconds. You canât help but gulp, thinking about how just a few moments ago his grip was harsh and possessive. Before you could register what was happening next, he steps away, asking if you want to return to the party.Â
âThank you,â you mumble before taking his hand and leaving Jeonghanâs room.Â
It isnât long before you find the host of the party. He is leaning against the counter, laughing about something with Joshua. The party had dyed down considerably, the only people left were a part of your friend group. You leave Seungcheolâs side to go talk to Jeonghan.Â
âNow where have you been?â Jeonghan asks as you walk up to him, his smirk increasing as the blush on your cheeks grow. Your eyes are wide, as if he caught you doing something you shouldnât.Â
âU-um well me and Cheol just hung out in your room for a bit, the party was getting overwhelming.â you mentally curse yourself for stuttering.Â
âUh huh⊠hanging out. So do I or do I not have to wash my sheets?â Jeonghan presses, smiling deviously at how your mouth opens and then closes. Your eyes are wide with embarrassment, you can feel the heat radiate off your entire face.Â
âJeonghan!â You squeak, before grabbing his arm to pull him aside, leading him away from curious ears. âOk yes, please wash your sheets. Iâm sorry I don't know what happened, one thing just led to the next⊠and then yeah.â
You admit to your actions, feeling guilty for staining your best friend's sheets. Your eyes are glued to your twiddling thumbs, waiting for his response. Jeonghan laughs, he laughs. A hearty, bent over clutching his stomach type of laugh.Â
âFucking finally, oh my god Y/N. Sorry but it was bound to happen, you should've seen the way he was looking at you tonight. I swear to god if you didnât fuck him anytime soon he was going to eat you whole.â He giggles, his hand on your shoulder to support himself, as he tries not to double over again.Â
âW-what?â Youâre confused, you werenât really sure why Jeonghan said all that, from what you can remember Cheol was acting perfectly normal.Â
âYou really are so oblivious arenât you Y/Nie.â He sighs as he pats your head. âIâm just glad you got that out of your system, you havenât gotten laid in so long.âÂ
âHey! You donât have to say it like thatâŠâ you pout, âHannie, I donât know what to do now though? Frankly, Iâm scared, this is obviously going to change thingsâŠâÂ
âYouâll be fine, trust me. Just talk to him, itâs only Seungcheollie after all.â He comforts you, and it admittedly it does help. You knew if there was anyone you could talk to about this it would be Jeonghan.Â
âOk, Iâm going to his place after anyways. Thanks, Hannie. Also please donât tell Soonyoung and HaoâŠâ You plead.Â
âDonât worry darling, your secret is safe with me.â He smiles softly, pinching your cheek. You give him a hug, thankful you have someone to lean on when youâre feeling distraught. Especially because you canât get advice about Cheol from Cheol, even if heâs your best friend too.Â
âY/N letâs go home?â Seungcheol interrupts your embrace with Jeonghan. You pull away and his mouth is pressed into a thin line, the possessiveness obvious to anyone but you. Jeonghan playfully kisses your forehead, knowing how much it will piss Seungcheol off.Â
âOk, bye Hannie, Iâll see you on Monday ok?â you wave goodbye as Seungcheol takes your hand in his.Â
âBye Y/N, iâll speak to you later Seungcheollie. Get home safely you two.â He smirks, eyes connecting with Cheol. His face is hard with an unreadable emotion, he only nods at Jeonghanâs statement before leading you two to the front door.Â
You bid your friends farewell as you walk towards the entrance of the house, your eyes drifting over to see the drunken tiger sleeping peacefully on Minghaoâs shoulder. You wave goodbye to him as well before youâre engulfed by the chilly fall wind.Â
Itâs quiet as you continue on the path to his apartment, your footsteps echoing along the pavement. The city lights shine all around you, the moon gleaming in the dark sky. It really is a perfect day for Halloweekend, you think, hearing the cars zip past you along the street. It is nearing 2 a.m., and the streets are not as busy as they were while you were on the way here. Â
âYouâre not too cold right?â Seungcheol asks awkwardly with his hands in his pocket.Â
âA little but itâs only a couple blocks till your place so itâs okâŠâ you mumble, aware of the stiff atmosphere. He only nods before wrapping his arm around your shoulders, sharing his body heat with you. As you two stride down the pavement, you lean into his touch more. The silence between you two becomes more comfortable, admiring the scenery even more as youâre wrapped in his warmth.Â
VII.Â
The morning after you lay peacefully asleep on Cheolâs king sized bed. Your breathing steady as Seungcheol observes your soft features. Without even thinking his actions through, he pushes your hair so itâs not in your face. He takes in the way your brows are scrunching, the pout clear on your face even in your sleep. Cute, he thought.Â
It was a normal occurrence for you two to sleep in the same bed, platonically. A tradition that carried on from your child sleep overs to adulthood.Â
Reminiscing about the events from last night, Seungcheol feels a tug at his heart, heâs confused. Never have you two been that intimate with each other before, and heâs surprised at how much heâs thinking about what happened. The visions of you under him playing over and over again in his brain. This is the first time he has hooked up with someone thats made him think about his actions so intensely. But knowing that its you, out of all people, complicates his feelings even more.Yet he still forces himself to acknowledge the fact that your friendship has changed, but heâs still not sure if itâs good or bad.Â
â đ flash back to seungcheolâs freshman year.Â
beep. beep.Â
With a heavy heart Seungcheol hangs up the facetime call. You had to go to sleep early, and he only hung up a few minutes ago, but he already misses you.Â
The emptiness of his apartment was harrowing. The silence began to amplify, and the lack of noise caused his ears to buzz. The steadiness of his breath was the only sound keeping him grounded in his forlorn reality.Â
In his 18 years of life, he has never felt more alone. He was in his first year at University, in a different city full of strangers. Most importantly, he was thousands of miles away from you. You had been with Cheol for the better part of his life, and not having you close was a foreign feeling for him.Â
Pulling out his journal, he begins to write every single thought and feeling down, just needing a way to let go of all of his feelings. Telling you up front was scary for him, he didnât want to burden you with his problem especially since you had many of your own.Â
Itâs your last year and highschool and when you two were on the phone talking, it was mostly when you were studying for your next test or something along those lines.Â
Seungcheol wished that he could tell you everything that he held in his heart but it was just something he couldnt bring himself to do. You seemed so stressed and busy trying to make sure you were able to get into the same university as him, that he just didnât want to add on to the baggage that you were already carrying.Â
The familiar pang in his heart resurfaced once again, it ached in a way he couldnât really describe. The feeling of being somewhere unfamiliar as well as being around unfamiliar people just made him feel so alone, secluded. It started out with a simple âdear y/nâ.Â
Dear Y/n,Â
Today was just like the previous ones. I spent most of my time adjusting to my classes, going over lectures, and like every other day, I still miss you. I actually met someone new today, his name is Jeonghan, and I don't really like him all that much. Although heâs not my favourite person in the world he seems to make me feel less alone. His constant need to pester me about the dumbest things remind me so much of you. He has a childish attitude and I think you two would get along really well. Although in front of him I show distaste for his antics, I'm still thankful that he keeps me company. I wish I could just tell you whatâs happening but I want to stay strong. I want to stay strong so that when you get here I can be the one you lean on. I want to be the one that you can talk to when you become overwhelmed with your first year.Â
Just because I feel this way right now doesnât mean that you have to go through the same things as me. I just want you by my side. So hurry up and graduate so i can finally see you in person again.Â
Always yours,Â
Cheol.Â
â đ end of flashback.Â
Before he could wake you up for breakfast, his phone chimes with a notification. He picks up his phone, reading the name only to roll his eyes after, âYoon Jeonghanâ.Â
âHad fun last night Cheollie?â Jeonghan chuckles over the line, Seungcheol can already invision the smirk on Hanâs lips.
âSo much Jeonghan. Why do you ask.â Seungcheol says sarcastically as he gets up to leave the room, not wanting to wake you up from the phone call.Â
âIm going to need you to send me $50.â Seungcheol scoffs at this.Â
âThe fuck? Why?â He presses, pinching the bridge of his nose, he can already feel the headache coming on.Â
âBecause you and Y/n stained my sheets. Obviously.â Jeonghan says smugly.Â
Cheol rolls his eyes once again, he can already envision the look on Jeonghanâs face. He shouldâve expected that Y/n told him. He wasnât mad at her, but he knows that Jeonghan is never going to let this go. He sighs, it was the right thing to do, he literally fucked you on Jeonghanâs bed.Â
âFine fine, just donât call me again. I hear your voice enough at school as it is.â Seungcheol grumbles, knowing that even though he warns him, Jeonghan will continue to do what he wants. Cheol curses you in his head silently, wondering why a sweet girl like you became friends with the devilâs spawn.Â
âSoâŠyou gonna finally tell Y/n youâre in love with her?â Jeonghan asks in a non-chalant manner.Â
âJeonghan. Iâm not in love with her.âÂ
âSure youâre notâŠbut Iâm sure youâre pissed as hell knowing Wonwoo was admiring her all night.â Jeonghan teases, causing Seungcheols ears to heat up. He noticed it too, the way Wonwooâs eyes lingered on you for an abnormal amount of time. Multiple times that night Seungheol had caught him staring .Â
âWhatever man, Y/n is my best friend. I want it to stay that way.â Seungcheol huffs before hanging up, the agitation never leaving his body. Agitated at Jeonghan for spitting nonsense and agitated at Wonwoo for looking at you so intensely last night. He doesnât know why the latter has him so worked up, but he canât shake the feeling off so easily.Â
On the otherside of the door, you stand there, your heart sinking all the way down to your feet. You woke up shortly after Seungcheol went to pick up his call but decided to stay in bed a little longer. Now youâre fully awake, trying to keep your eyes dry after hearing the words that your best friend just uttered.Â
It shouldnât even hurt this much, you think. You know that all youâll ever be is Seugncheols best friend, but why did it feel like you have just been hit by a ton of bricks?Â
Before you could finish your thoughts the door slowly creaks open, so you blink away your unshed tears, coming face to face with your Seungcheol.Â
âOh. Didnât know you were awake.â Seungcheolâs eyes are wide, heâs wondering if you overheard his call with Jeonghan.Â
âY-yeah I just came from the washroom.â You stutter. A wave of relief washes over Seungcheol.Â
Whilst talking to Jeonghan over the phone, it felt like he was trying to convince himself more than anyone that he doesnât have feelings for you. It was like the words were practically being forced out of his mouth. The guilt was knawing at him, but why? Why should Seungcheol feel guilty for telling the truth? Youâre Y/n, his bestfriend Y/n. The Y/n he fucked deep into Jeonghanâs mattress last nightâŠÂ
âI feel like we should talk about last nightâŠâ He says after his train of thoughts.Â
Wide eyed and rosy cheeked, you didnât expect him to bring up the events of last night so early on. The visions of you and Cheol tangled in the sheets of Jeonghanâs bed starting to leak their way back into the forefront of your memory.Â
Instead of saying anything more, you just nod. Making your way to his couch, sitting at the corner where the back of the couch and armrest connected. Seungcheol follows suit. He looks serious, lips press into a thin line, eyeing you for some type of indicator that you feel the tension as much as he does.Â
âAbout last nightâŠâ you begin, not sure how you want to proceed, but you continue to talk anyways, âDid you enjoy it as much as I did?â
With that question, your heart stops momentarily, preparing for Seungcheol to tell you how much he regretted what happened.Â
âI did like it. But I just donât want this to ruin our friendship Y/n. Youâre my best friend.â Seungcheol confesses, youâre nerves put at ease momentarily. He keeps repeating those dreaded words âYouâre my best friendâ.Â
With every breath you take its like a stab in the chest.Â
âIf you regret it thatâs ok. We can just leave it in the past, but I just want to be honest with you CheolâŠâ you gulp, trying to find the right words to express how you feel,
âIâve never felt that good before, and if there was some way we could arrange something between us. I wouldnât be opposed.â You finally huff out. Gnawing anxiously at the inside of your cheek, you wait for his response.Â
Seungcheolâs heart skips a beat, heâs quick to agree. âIâm ok with that.âÂ
âI-Wait? Really? You wanna do thisâŠ?â youâre dumbfounded.Â
The man of reason himself, is agreeing to a friends with benefits situation. Huh?
Seungcheol is someone who is very aware of how âFWBâ tends to ruin friendships, but he canât resist this opportunity. Especially after last night.Â
âI do. I would be lying if I said I didnât want a round two of what happened at the party⊠but if we want to do this I feel like there should be some rules.â He concluded.Â
VIII.Â
âSo you are and Seungcheol are fuck buddies now?!â Jeonghan exclaims, you try your best not to slap the incredulous look off his face in the middle of the student union centre.Â
âOh my god why donât you just tell the whole world while youâre at it,â you seethe, shoving his shoulder lightly as he leans over the table, forcing him to sit back in his chair. His sandwich long forgotten.Â
Jeonghan has known the feelings youâve secretly harboured for Seungcheol for years now. He expected that after what happened at his halloween party you and Seungcheol would finally confess to each other. What he didnât expect were for the you to do to the exact opposite. Iâm surrounded by idiots, he thought to himself.
âYou two are the stupidest people alive I swearâŠâ he mutters under his breath. Youâre close enough to pick up what he said, giving him a glare from across the table.Â
That previous saturday morning you and Seungcheol hashed out the details of youâre enhanced friendship. It was a pretty simple set of rules:Â
No strings attached. If one person catches feelings then the agreement is null and void.Â
The ârelationshipâ is strictly exclusive. No fucking other people.Â
No one is to know about this. Exception: Jeonghan.Â
There wasnât really a point hiding anything from Jeonghan, even if Seungcheol was against him knowing, he knew that Jeonghan would find out one way or another.Â
âWeâve been friends for so long Hannie, this is just an added bonus.â You tell him, although a small part of you knows youâre convincing yourself more than anyone.
âGood afternoon to you all.â A cheerful voice interrupts your conversation. Soonyoung walks towards your table with a cheeky smile on his face. Minghao trails behind him, looking exhausted.Â
âAh so the tiger finally is out of his den huh?â Jeonghan chuckles, referring to Hoshiâs weekend long recovery after the halloween party. The three of them took time out of their saturday nursing Hoshi back to health.Â
âWell what can I say? You canât keep me tame for long.â He practically growls. Minghao side-eyes him, the look of disgust and worry painted all over his face.Â
â...Ok! So what were you two whispering about?â Minghao asks, wanting to stray as far away from the tiger discourse as fast as possible.Â
âIt wasnât anything important. Well would you look at the time! Jeonghan we gotta go or weâll be late to our class.â You try to avoid the conversation, the guilt start to boil in your stomach.Â
Of course you wanted let Minghao and Soonyoung know whatâs going on, but itâs just not a good idea. Especially after having a mutual agreement with Seungcheol not to tell anyone, other than Jeonghan. The more people know, the more blown out of proportion things could get.Â
âWell thats my queue, see you two love birds later!â Jeonghan waves at the two frenemies, knowing it would piss Hao off.Â
âHey! Yoon Jeonghan come back here!â You can hear Minghao yelling from across the room as you tug Jeonghan along. The only thing he does is throw his head back laughing, while Soonyoung looks around cluelessly.Â
IX.Â
âSo what should our research proposal be?â Wonwoo asks, looking at you for ideas.Â
After entering class the professor allowed time for partners to start brainstorming for the midterm project. With everything that has happened during the weekend you hardly had time to think about school again. You actively recall the events in your head, thinking about the way Seungcheol towered over you. The thought of it all causing your cheeks to heat.Â
âY/n? You still there?â Wonwoo calls out for you, waving his hand in front of your face.Â
Your eyes go wide, and you shake your head slightly, waking up from your self induced trance. Wonwoo on the other hand looked confused.Â
âYeah I was just thinking about something.â you mumble, your cheeks blushing even further. The fact that you were thinking about fucking Seungcheol while you were trying to work on a project made you feel bad for Wonwoo. Clearly you werenât focused on the task at hand, which was more important than your mid-day fantasies.Â
âOh ok. Anyways what do you think about doing child development and growing up with pets?â Wonwoo looks for your reaction, trying to gage whether you thought it was a good idea or not.Â
Internally, Wonwoo became curious on what has taken up half of your attention. He finds you interesting to say the least, and pretty. He doesnât know why it took him so long to realize how fun you are to be around, but a part of him wants to get to know you more. The other part conflicted, knowing that all your friends believe that you and Seungcheol are meant to be. Yet he canât help but wonder if he could be the one to make you fall instead of Cheol.Â
âThat actually sounds really interesting! I'm down to do that.â You smile at him, thankful heâs a good partner, and not someone who just makes you do all the work.Â
âPerfect. Honestly Iâm glad I have you as a partner Y/n. Youâre a lot better than the ones Iâve had in the past.â He confesses, putting a hand on your shoulder, his warm smile causing you to blush hard.Â
You glance over at his hand, before looking up at him once more. Wonwoo is an attractive man, you can admit that much. The time you spend with him is enjoyable to say the least, but to you heâs like any other guy friend you have. Seungcheol being the one exception, who has been on your mind since youâve met him. A man whoâs been able to woo you since you were kids, in the most silent and gentle ways too.Â
You leave your train of thought to answer Wonwoo once more.Â
âY-yeah same! Weâve had the same friends but for some reason we were never that close. Maybe we can change that.â You return his friendly affection. At least thatâs what it seems like to you, friendly affection.Â
âIâd like that a lot actually. I'm sure youâd be better company than the boys, or at least cleaner.â He laughs. You laugh along with him, not really thinking much of his words.Â
âŠ
Seungcheol was annoyed, he watches the way you and Wonwoo are laughing together. The blood in his veins already starting to curdle and boil. Who does Wonwoo think he is? His habit of wanting to be around you at all times kicks in once more.Â
Cheol is aware of his possessive tendencies, but he doesnât ever admit about them out loud. It wouldnât be fair to speak on your actions when you arenât dating him romantically. Although he convinces himself heâs only your best friend, he canât help but refuse to push aside his jealousy of seeing Wonwoo spend time with you when it should be him instead.Â
âYou know Wonwoo isnât going to spontaneously combust the longer you look at him. Youâre going to have to try a different tactic.â Jeonghan mutters beside him, trying not to laugh at Seungcheol.Â
âI dont know what youâre talking about.â Seungcheol crosses his arms, pouting, looking like a cranky child who didnât get his way. He knows Jeonghan is right but he canât help but try to blow up the whole lecture hall in his mind.Â
âOh please, cut the act Cheollie. We both know youâre jealous of them. Wonwoo isnât even doing anything and Y/n seems to already be falling for his charms.â
âJeonghan whatever you have planned I donât want to be apart of it.â Seungcheol quips, but he can still see the mischievous grin begin to form on Jeonghanâs face within his peripheral vision.Â
âWhat plan?â Jeonghan gasps, putting his hand over his chest, feigning an insulted expression. Trying to keep up the act, as if Cheol didnât have him all figured out.Â
âŠ
âThanks for today Wonwoo!â You beam at him, sitting up from your desk to collect your things. He smiles back at you, the crescent shape of his eyes emphasizing.Â
âMaybe next time we can go to a cafe for our next study session?â He suggests, looking at you for a sign of approval.Â
âYeah that sounds like fun actually!â You agreed, feeling happy that youâre partner is actually wanting to put in the work for once. âAnyways, I gotta go meet up with Cheol, see you soon!âÂ
âSee you Y/n.â He smiles at you politely, like always, and you find it quite endearing.Â
You wave him one last goodbye before finishing up packing your things, and putting your laptop in your bag.Â
âY/nie!â Jeonghan calls out for you, standing by the door with Seungcheol.
You turn around and spot them, waving at them with excitement. Focusing more on your best friend than the person who called your name. His blond hair flowed, the tight polo shirt hugging his large biceps. You drooled inwardly, trying not to get caught practically eye-fucking him.Â
He catches you staring at him, smirking at you as you continue to get closer. Pulling you in by the waist he hugs you. This caught you off guard, Cheol was never one for affection in public. Even as friends, itâs always been within privacy, unless there was some type of special occasion.Â
âAlways wearing a tight little skirt for me arenât you princess?â He whispers in your ear, causing you to blush.Â
 Oh. His voice is low enough that youâre the only one that can hear him. So this is why he hugged you? Because of the outfit you have on? You really hadnât thought much of it, the skirt didnât seem short in your own opinion, but you became flustered knowing it was turning him on.Â
âY/n and I gotta do something, see you later Jeonghan.â Seungcheol dismisses him quickly, tugging you past the lecture doors without another word.Â
You begin to follow him down the long corridors of your University, pushing past crowds of people as they all herd towards their next class. The opposition of the two of you moving in the other direction causing you to bump into each person you pass. A string of ââexcuse meâsââ and âsorryâsâ leaving your lips. The handsome and strong man pulling you by your waist doesnât care who he bumps into, his mind only on one thing and one thing only.Â
It happens all within a blink of an eye, and before you can become fully aware of whatâs going on, you find yourself in an empty classroom. The door locks with a click behind you.Â
âDid you enjoy your study session with Wonwoo?â Seungcheol inquires out of nowhere, feigning nonchalance. Just saying his name is starting to piss him off. Yes he sees Wonwoo as a friend, but he wants you to only see Wonwoo that way too.Â
âIt was normalâŠwhy?â youâre suspicious. Since when did he care about the fact that youâre partners with Wonwoo? You wonder to yourself, but he continues to try and close the distance between you two.Â
âI could see the way he was looking at you, even though I was across the room.â He huffs, like a spoiled child who was told to share.Â
âI donât know what youâre talking about Cheol.â you sighed. âSounds like youâre jealous.âÂ
Your heart skips a beat as you utter those words. If Seungcheol is jealous of Wonwoo what does that mean for the two of you? Does he wants you more than as someone to press into his mattress each night? You pondered it for a moment, but youâre highly doubtful of that being the case. It just canât be, Seungcheol grew up as an only child, he probably just doesnât like to share, you try to justify.Â
âJealous? Baby of course Iâm jealous. I donât like to share.â He scoffs, fuck not voicing out my jealousy, he thinks. Itâs like you were reading his mind. Â
He begins striding his way over to you till your back is pressed against the desk behind you.Â
âItâs not like we were going to hook up, heâs my partner?â It was your turn to scoff at him, trying to ignore your pulse quickening as his face inches closer to yours.Â
Seugncheol looks down at your lips, admiring how your teeth graze against them as you bite down. He likes that he has an effect on you, especially with knowing that heâs the only one who gets to see you like this. Just thinking about being the only one making you come causes the blood to flow down straight to his already hardening member.Â
Placing his large hands on your hips, he tugs you closer to him. A gasp leaves your lips as you feel his hard on against your thigh. Your eyes staring up at him, admiring how he is towering over you, the stern look on his face causing warmth to pool at your core. Youâve always loved how much larger he is compared to you, his shoulders and arms enclosing you completely.Â
âThat better be all he is to you angel, this pussy is mine.â He mutters against your neck, trailing kisses on your delicate skin. As your eyes roll back, you whimper, relishing in the feeling of his lips and the tightness of his grip on your waist.Â
He pulls you on to the desk, causing you to sit, your legs spread wide enough for him to slip in between. Caressing your exposed thighs, he canât help but let out a groan as he feels the softness of your skin. Everything about you and your body made his head dizzy with lust, especially when you look at him so innocently with anticipation. Youâre alway so eager for his next move.Â
âI love how wet this pussy gets for me. Barely touched you and youâre already soakedâ He mumbles, grazing a finger ahaisnt your underwear clad wetness. The feeling of his fingers make your knees weak, and he hasnât even put them inside you. He continues to move his fingers against you while kissing you tenderly. After what happened at Jeonghanâs, Seugncheol has been dying to get his hands on you again, savouring the taste of your lips even more.Â
The smack of your lips moving against his fill the quiet classroom. It was so eerily silent through out the room that you become paranoid that someone might catch you two. Knowing how much your reputation matters for your scholarship, you wonder what the reparations would be caught having sex in public.Â
âHmm Cheol.â You whine, but your legs spread further instead of shutting closed. âWeâre at school, we canât be doing this.âÂ
Your brain is fogged by his touch even as you try to think rationally. With every kiss and every stroke of his finger, your mind begins to slip into a state of pleasure. The outside world becoming a muted background as Seungcheol is pulled further into the forefront of your mind.Â
âBut look at you all needy. Would you rather I just leave you like this?â He practically purred into your ear, licking up the side of your neck as he sucks behind your ear. The hotness of his breath and the heat of his kisses makes you give in to him completely.Â
Fuck it felt so dirty being here, but you canât bring yourself to ask him to stop.Â
âThis pussy needs tending to doesnât it baby?â He chides, his tone of voice causing to whine against him once more. You decide to let your morals go for just one moment, spreading your legs further, giving him full access to where you needed him most.Â
Instead of staying anything more, he takes the opportunity to press his lips against yours once again. The urgency of the kiss causing you to moan against his mouth, feeling the way his tongue pushes past your lips, caressing your mouth with passion and vigour.Â
His hand snaking their way down to your skirt, pulling off your lace underwear without any hesitation. You lift your hips to ease their removal, excited to feel his fingers fill you.
 As he pushes a finger in, you gasp into his mouth, the squelch of your wetness echoes within the walls of the classroom. His finger pumps your hot pussy, your core clenching and unclenching with each thrust of his hand. Seungcheol continues to add more fingers until heâs able to fit up to three comfortably. Your moans never ceasing for a single moment, the euphoria of his long digits massaging your soft spot causes your eyes to roll to the back of your head.Â
âWant you.â You somehow were able to voice out, begging him for his length to fill you instead.Â
âBe clear with your words princess. Iâm already giving myself to you.â He plays dumb, continues you finger you as his thumb circles your clit.Â
âI want you inside me please.â You let out another moan, the stimulation of him pumping his fingers into you, while rubbing your sensitive bud has your mind going blank.Â
âI am inside you love.â He chuckles, enjoying you beg for him. His member straining against his jeans. Seungheol could continue this for hours, but he knows the moment you ask, heâll be fucking you with his hard length instead.Â
âWant your cock please Choelieâ You whine louder, your hands making their way to unbuckle his belt.Â
âGood girl, thats what I wanted to hear.â He mutters against your neck, finally moving his hands away from your body to remove his jeans.Â
The absence of his fingers make you whine, but youâre quickly silenced by the feeling of his thick length pushing past your wet pussy lips. It makes you gasp and lean black slightly, your arms locked at the elbow as you try to support yourself.Â
âS-so good.â Youâre words practically imcomprehensable as Seugncheol pumps himself inside and out of you. His length leaving your warmth only to push back into you fully once more. Over and over till a creamy ring appears at the base of his cock.Â
âWhoâs pussy is this princess?â He asks you, his hand making its way to your neck, holding onto you tight, but only enough to make your head go fuzzy.Â
âMmph Yours!â You sputter, only able to think about the way his hardness is caressing against that one spot against you. He hits it once more and before you know it youâre coming all over his length.Â
âFuck youâre so tight angel.â He praises you, snapping his hips till heâs filling you with his hot white seed.Â
âAh Cheol.â You call out slaciously, your head falling against his shoulder, tired from how hard he fucked you.Â
âYouâre always so good for me arenât you?â He kisses your cheek as he takes a tissue from your bag to clean you up.Â
Too tired to respond you let him take care of you, it causes your pulse to beat against your veins hard. Hiding your face in his chest, he helps you get dressed after your classroom quickie.Â
You jump off the desk, his hand wrapping around you to ensure you donât fall. Knees wobbling slightly you hold onto him for support. One thing you canât seem to get over is how caring he is after heâs pumped you full of his come. In a fucked up way it makes you fall for him further.Â
âYou ok to walk?â he cautioned, not wanting you to fall to the ground. You only nod and simply wrap a hand around his bicep, stablizing you.Â
âIâm fine, but can we go home now?â You murmur, placing a kiss on his cheek as an unspoken thank you.Â
âOf course.âÂ
X.Â
After getting home from school and Seungcheolâs place, you decide to give Jeonghan a call. You didnât know how to feel about what happened today, especially after Seugncheol had expressed his jealousy for Wonwoo. Maybe it really isnât that deep, but the fact he acted so possessive made your stomach flutter, but also confused you even more.Â
Jeonghan is the only person who knows whatâs been happening, so you turn to him in your time of need. What you didnât expect was from him to yell into your ear instead.Â
âWhy are you fucking in a classroom, are you insane?!â Jeonghan yells at you through the speaker of his phone. Your cheeks turning a bright pink at his words.Â
âOk I know it was a bad idea, but its fine we didnât get caught!â you try to justify your actions, but you agree it is pretty insane to fuck in a classrom, especailly during school hours. It was like you were possessed in the heat of the moment, nothing couldâve stopped you from letting Cheol fuck you.Â
âY/n you canât just be making bad decisonms because youâre âHâ word!â He scolds you, sounding like your mother for a second. You canât help but giggle at the fact that he hates saying the word horny. Jeonghan once telling you someone like him should never say such an ugly word.Â
You roll your eyes even though he canât even see you. Youâre phonecall with him quickly turning into a lecture because of how hard heâs scolding you right now.Â
âDonât you dare roll your eyes at me young lady.â He warns you, causing you to jump and look around your room. You know hes not here but somehow youâre spooked.Â
âYou canât even see me so how would you know?â You bite back defensively even though you know hes right.Â
âBecaue I know you! Oh my Y/nie one day this whole situation is going to bite you in the ass. You and Cheol should jsut be responsible adults and confess already.â He groans, he isnât even the one in this predicament and yet hes the frustrated one.Â
âOk Han, you were literally on call with him the morning after your party. You heard him! He only sees me as a friend.â You counter, not wanting to have to remind yourself that your best friend doesnât like you back.Â
âOh please Y/nie, we both know he was lying out of his ass.âÂ
âHow would you know? He sounded pretty confident to me.â You mutter, absentmindedly playing with the drawstring on your shorts. The scene continues to replay in your head, he obviously doesnât like me, you think. You can still recall the way your heart stopped beating for a millisecond as you heard him utter those words.Â
âYou two are impossible.â Jeonghan sighs, thinking hard. And with that, it was like a lightbulb went off in his head, with a large ding and everything. âY/nie donât hate me but I have an idea.âÂ
âHuh? What is it?âÂ
âWhat if you try and make him jealous.â He chuckles, itâs soft but there was an evil sound to it all. Â
âJeonghan whatever idea you have brewing in the scheming head of yours, I dont want to hear it.â You warn him, already not liking where this is going. The thought of seeing Seugncheol jealous is intriguing indeed, but what happens if you realize you donât even have that effect on him? It would be so embarrassing.Â
âYouâll never know what could happen unless you try!â He concludes in a sing-song tone, you can already invision the menacing look on his face.Â
âHannie itâs so highschool, I donât think itâd be smart to do something like that.âÂ
âOk but youâll fuck him on campus grounds?â He rebuttals, shutting you up quickly.Â
âI-â You couldnât even defend yourself.Â
âNight Y/nie! See you tomorrow.â The line goes dead, and you curse out at your blank phone screen. Leave it up to Yoon Jeonghan to put bad ideas into your head.Â
XI.
The next day you sit with Wonwoo in a coffee shop that is only a few minutes away from campus.The city had gotten more chilly with each day that passed, and the cafe was a perfect meeting place to do your project. The warm atmosphere enveloped yout two into a perfect working rhythm. Your partnership with Wonwoo was a lot better than the previous ones youâve had for classes, you agree to spend the majority of your time going over what to add to the presentation, as well as how it should be presented. Hours felt like minutes, and you two ended up finished earlier than you had anticipated.Â
âIâm so surprised how quickly we got through everything! We even finished everything early,â you rejoiced, happy that Wonwoo is such a productive partner.Â
âHonestly we make a really good team.â Wonwoo compliments you, giving you that same polite smile. You end up blushing, his eyes staring at you with so much kindness.Â
âI agree, hopefully we get paired up more for the rest of the semester.â You giggle, shying away from his gaze.Â
As you spent more time with Wonwoo, you realized how nice it was to be around him. He makes a good friend, and heâs definitely a lot more than just the quiet guy in the group. His personality more complex than what you had previously assumed, and it makes you wonder why you two werenât really all that close in the first place. The two of you have the same friends, take the same classes, and enjoy the same things. So what was the one thing blocking you two from becoming closer?Â
âWell thatâs all for today. I can walk you home.â He clears up his things, ready to leave the serene environment of the cafe, throwing away his cup along with yours.Â
âOh no you donât have to! Cheol is actually going to pick me up!â You tell him, seeing his black BMW sitting idle in front of the cafe already.Â
âSounds good. Let me walk you out at least.â He gestures to the door, allowing you to walk in front of him. He follows you suit till youâre in front of Seungcheolâs car. âIt was fun, Iâll see you tomorrow. Same time?âÂ
âYeah sure! Iâll be free.â You beam up at him, his frame towering over yours.Â
The wind is blowing slightly, causing your hair to get in your face, whipping at your eyes. Wonwoo is quick to react, taking the strand and placing it softly behind your ear. The heat begins to crawl up your neck fast, making you realize how close you two are standing together.Â
Wonwoo leans in a touch more to place a soft kiss on your cheek, and the blush on your face is definitely evident now. Before you can say more, hes walking away with one last good bye. Leaving you there standing with a shocked expression painted all over your face. Quickly you shake your head of what just happened before heading into Seungcheolâs car.Â
âWere you two on a date?â His voice is stern, obviously pissed off at what he just witnessed.Â
â...No just working on our project.â you say with a dazed look, watching Wonwoo's figure get smaller the farther he walks away.Â
âOkâŠbut he kissed you on the cheek? I thought he was just your partner.â Cheol presses for answers, he really wasnât impressed of having to witness such an intimate moment between you and Wonwoo. His blood curdling as the grip on his steering wheel tightens. The flesh on his knuckles turning a ghostly white.
âHe is just my partner, I really donât know why he did that.â You mutter as you try to recall all of the events that couldâve led up to this moment. It didnât make sense to you, did Wonwoo have a crush on you or something? Heâs never made any advances towards you before. So what changed that?Â
âHe obviously likes you. Do you like him back?â Seungcheol is too jealous for his own good. His pulse reaching new heights with how fast the blood was pumping through his veins. You canât like Wonwoo, thereâs just no way. Right?
âWell no. I see Wonwoo as a friend.â you admit, and the relief sped its way through Seungcheolâs body.
Although another side of him is wondering why it made him so angry to see Wonwoo act so flirtatious with you. He concludes that he just donesnât like it when peoples are touching whatâs his. Wonwooâs his friend and you and Cheol are intimate with each other, it would just be weird for Wonwoo to try something with you too, at least thatâs what Seungcheol says to himself as he tries to calm himself down. Youâre his best friend, nothing more, he keeps repeating it in his head. And if you decide to break off the arrangement with him to date Wonwoo, then he canât complain.Â
âOh. I see.â He mumbles as he starts the car again, taking the route to bring you back to your apartment.Â
âŠ
You and Seungcheol sit against your sofa watching a yet another ghibli movie. This time it is Kikiâs Delivery Service. Cuddled up in your blankets, your Friday movie marathon happening like clockwork at this point. Nothing can make you feel more content than feeling Seungcheolâs heartbeat as you watch your favourite movies with him.Â
His breathing is steady as his arm holds you close to him, his attention focused on the moving flashing across your tv. On the other hand, you continue to stare at him, his strong brows and nose bridge has always been your favourite feature of his. You love how manly he appears, but you know on the inside he like a big ball of fluff, so warm and inviting. He just smelt like home, even though your real home is miles away, heâs a piece that you can carry around with you anywhere you go.Â
As the movie continues to play in the background your attention is forced away from admiring your best friend and brought towards your phone. It lights up with a text notification from Wonwoo.Â
Wonwoo: Hey Y/n. I know this is sudden but Iâd really like to take you out sometime. Would that be ok with you?Â
Your eyes practically pop out of their sockets as you read the text over and over again. It kind of makes sense that heâs asking you, especially with how he acted today. But what does this mean for the situation between you and Seungcheol? You decide to respond anyways, not wanting to flat out reject him over text.Â
Y/n: uhhmm iâm not sure, can i have time to think about it? :)Â
Wonwoo: Sure. Take your time.Â
Beside you, Seungcheol sits with an arm wrapped around your shoulder. He knows he shouldnât look at your texts but he canât help himself. The moment he decides to, he begins to curse himself mentally, reading the text over and over again just like you. It pisses him off, seeing how forward Wonwoo is about his feelings towards you.Â
He ultimately decides not to say anything the moment you reply to Wonwooâs text, why did you even need to think about it? Shouldnât you have said no if you donât have feelings for Wonwoo? His heart falling all the way down to the pit of his stomach. The familiar feeling of the tug on his heart coming back to haunt him once again. Instead of asking you, he decides to call in early for tonight.
âHey angel I think iâm gonna head home early tonight.â He whispers to you, stroking the back of your head softly. The stinging behind his eyes doesnât leave, he just canât seem to get rid of it. He looks at you with such tenderness, from an outside perspective someone would mistake his stare for utter and complete love.Â
You look up from your phone, locking it before looking at him with a worried frown strewn across your lips.Â
âIs everything ok? Youâre not sick right?â you ask, placing a hand against his forehead to check his temperature. He shakes his head, taking your hand and placing it in his. His long fingers wrapping around yours, squeezing them reassuringly.Â
âNo no, iâm fine. Just gotta wake up early tomorrow.â He attempts to give you a convincing smile. You donât know why the mood has changed all of a sudden but you begin to worry even more.Â
âCheolie is something wrong?â You press the issue, not wanting for him to leave just yet.Â
âNo nothingâs wrong. Trust me Iâm ok.â He insists before getting up to to grab his jacket and leave. And just like the seasons passing through the city, he left with a swiftness you couldnât seem to comprehend. The hurriedness of his movements leaving you dazed and confused.
The guilty pit at your stomach only seemed to grow the longer the silence filled your tiny apartment. Seungcheolâs once warm presence left a dent on the cushions beside you and a cold cup of tea on the coffee table. You frown at the now empty living space, as well as the empty hole in your heart, which can only be filled by the man who left without another word.Â
XII.Â
The snow began to fall in your city. It came unexpectedly, and left just the same. This winter being colder than most, you started to feel the seasonal depression coming on a lot faster than usual.Â
Seungcheol left so abruptly that day, and with the midterm project you werenât able to reach out to him since then. It felt weird because this is the first time in a long time youâve gone without talking to him. The week dragging along as you head into midterm break, trying to think of what to say to him the moment youâre able to talk to him again.Â
For some reason, ever since that night you have had a weird feeling in your stomach. Call it intuition but it felt like Seungcheol was avoiding you. Even though you werenât able to reach out to him, he also didnât try to do so either. The predicament you find yourself in causing your thought to stray as you study for the second round of midterm exams.Â
You would see him often, in class, or eating with friends, but strangely enough he was gone before you could muck up the courage to approach him. The two of you stuck in an odd limbo that feels like it wonât end.Â
During this time in previous years, it would be you and Seungcheol studying together in the library, but with your current situation you knew it wasnât going to happen. So instead you sit with Jeonghan and Minghao, figuring out how to cram as much information as you can for the statistics final.Â
âY/n? You keep gazing out the window, is everything ok?â Minghaoâs voice cuts off your thoughts. His eyesbrown knotted together in worry.Â
âHuh? Oh yeahâŠeverythingâs ok.â You mumble, your eyes still looking out the window. The campus now coevered in a layer of snow, students walking around, bundled up in winter coats.
âYou sure? Youâve been staring out there for almost fifteen minutes now.â He checks on you again. You can only muster up a sound of approval.Â
Thankfully Minghao isnât one to push to get an answer so he leaves it there. The sudden urge to pee overcomes you, causing you to walk over to the libraries bathroom. But before you could reach it, two people walk into the library, causing you to do a double take.Â
The last person you expected to walk in is heading towards an empty table. Your heart beat stuck in your throat, the urge to use the bathroom is long gone. As you watch Seungcheol sit down with a girl, you feel the tears start to well. You were so confused as to why he has time to ask this random ass person to study with him, when he couldâve sent you a text instead. It made no sense to you, and with that, you leave the library without another thought.Â
The tears falling down your cheeks with every step you took. Seeing him with another girl pulled hard at your heart strings, unsurfacing a feeling you thought you got rid of long ago. You continue to walk with your head down, just trying to think of a private space to let out your emotions. But before you could do so, you bump into something hard, which turns out to be a manâs chest. Looking up you realize itâs Wonwooâs chest.Â
âY/n? You ok? Why are you crying?â Wonwoo speaks so fast, the worry spilling out of his mouth in words. His hand flying up to your face, wiping any tears that fall before they could roll down any further.Â
âI-I donât even know why iâm crying. This is so stupid my god, iâm sorry you have to see me this way,â youâre hicupping through your words. You begin to sob, and you feel wonwooâs strong arms wrap around you, pulling you close. Giving you the comfort that you would usually receive from Seungcheol.Â
Wonwooâs large frame squeezes you in, giving you that secluded space that you were once searching for.Â
Behind you is the frame of a man who is your usual safe space, your usual secluded corner. The one to help you deafen out the world from its ugliness and anger. He stands there watching you trade his comfort for Wonwooâs. Heâs never known what itâs like to be on the outside perspective and witness your hurt in this way. In the arms of another. With every moment passes as he watches Wonwoo comfort you instead, he feels his whole world crumble and fall at his feet.Â
XIII.
â đ flash back to seungcheolâs freshman year.Â
âYou talk a lot about this y/n person. Is she your girlfriend by chance?â Jeonghan asks Seungcheol.Â
âNo dumbass sheâs my childhood bestfriend. Iâve known her for a long time.â Seungcheol tries to clarify his relationship with you, not wanting others to mistake you two for something more.Â
âI dont know man, you only ever talk about Y/n.â Jeonghan shrugs before going back to his paper.Â
Seungcheol thinks about Jeonghanâs words, âwhy is she always popping up in my conversations?â, he wondered to himself. He canât help the fact that he talks about you so much, youâre all he knows after all. The only one to experience anything and everything with him. He canât help but want everyone to know what an amazing person you are, and the fact thatt everything around him somehow reminds him of you. It was like an empidemic. You conquered all corners of his brain, always with him, but far enough for him to miss you all at the same time.Â
âYou know, itâs not a bad thing if you have feelings for her. She seems like a great girl.â Jeonghan pipes up after realizing how little work Seungcheol gotten done due to his rampant thoughts.Â
âYeah I guess if i did, it wouldnât be a bad thing.â He mutters, attempting to focus on his work once again.
â đ end of flash back.Â
XIV.Â
For the majority of midterm break, you spent it cooped up within the confines of your room. Wrapping yourself in enough blankets to put a bear into hibernation. Youâve gone back and forth with your own thoughts. Calling yourself dramatic for crying over pretty much nothing, to crying again because you canât just invalidate the pain you felt when you saw him with someone else, and you donât even know what she is to him. Long story short, the over thinking is getting to you, but calling him up is the last thing youâre about to do.Â
Although youâve never really fully admitted or denied it, you know youâre love for Seungcheol goes beyond friendship. Youâve known for so long, and kept it to yourself for so long, and yet youâve never known whether he felt the same way. His actions always contradicting his words.Â
The clichĂ© trope of the pain of falling for your best friend is as old as the bible. The story of the unrequited love you convince yourself youâll never have reciprocated, and yet at the end of every story everything works out, the two friends turned lovers. The end. But what about you? What about the fact that this isnât some story and you wonât be able to get ahold of your own clichĂ© best friends to lovers ending.Â
Before you could spiral even further a notification dings, your phone screen lighting up.Â
Cheolie <3: im outside.Â
Seeing the text makes your heart drop, but you canât seem to stop yourself from climbing out of bed and opening the door to let him in. As you did so, you take a good look at his state. In fairness, he looked just as shitty as you did, if not worse.Â
The eyebags accenuating how tired he looks, his cheeks slightly sunken in. Probably from lack of sleep, and not to mention the way his hair seems to stick up sporadically, you know immediately itâs because he keeps running his hands through it.Â
âWhat are you doing here?â You cut to the chase, your heart already pounding out of your chest.Â
âI-um. Iâm not sure actually.â Seungcheol admits, his head falling as he stares at his feet nervously. You sigh, opening the door wider to let him through.Â
He looks lost and not like his usual self, which makes you feel even worse, but what could you even do to help him? You two werenât even mad, or had a fight, everything is just weird. So vague and hard to explain. All you knew is that youâre hurt and heâs at the root of it all.Â
âI donât have all day, Seungcheol.â You call him by his first name, and you can see how it pains him. The way his frown deepens with each moment you two stand there in the foyer, not exchanging the words youâre meant to say.Â
âIâm sorry, I know we havenât spoken in awhile and I just- fuck I dont even know man. I saw that text with Wonwoo and I just freaked out.â He puffs out, running his hand through his hair once more.Â
âSo thats why youâve been acting weird? Because of Wonwoo?â The look on your face is unreliable and Seungcheol feels the knot in his throat begin to form. Your hand come to cross in front of your chest and you scoff. âJust because Wonwoo shows interest in me doensât mean I have feelings for him.âÂ
âWhat? But you didnât reject him?â He presses on the situation even further.Â
âI just didnïżœïżœt want to be an asshole and do it over text.âÂ
âYeah right, I saw you two cuddled up last week!â He dejects, his arms flying around as he speaks. He doesnât know why you decided right now is a good time to lie to him, but he knows what he saw that day.Â
âAs if you werent spending time with some girl instead of communicating to me whatâs wrong in the first place? Youâre unbelievable. I canât read your mind Seungcheol, and why do you even care about what happens between me and Wonwoo? Weâre just friends remember? Or do you only say that when youâre on the phone with Jeonghan?â You spat, the words on your tongue coming out as fireballs of hurt. Every single one hitting him right in the chest.Â
âWe are best friends. I canât explain why I was so worked up, but if you were going to start dating him, you shouldâve broken off what we had first.â Seungcheol attempts to defend himself, spewing out whatever he can to justify his acts of stupidity. He knows himself that what heâs saying wasnât what you wanted to hear, but he couldnât bring himself to tell you how in love he is with you.Â
âOk so because of that, you just get to do whatever the fuck you want then huh? The rules just donât apply to Choi Seungcheol do they? It doensât matter if I get hurt in the process of it all.â You sneer, the cold look on your face never faltering.Â
âNo Y/n, I know we made rules but you broke them first. I just copied your actions.â He replies, it makes you mad that he lashed out because of a misunderstanding. You feel fed up, too tired to talk to him or argue further. The tears already threatening to spill the more you look at him.Â
You and Seungcheol never fought, you canât even remember the last time it happened. It was probably when you two were still kids, fighting over something silly and not talking for an hour, only to make up the same day. This fight is different though, so many things said out of anger, you knew it wouldnât just be forgotten the next day.Â
âI really canât stand you right now.â You say as a lone tear slips out, the salitness of it hitting your lips.Â
âThen sit.â He bites back, his facade almost cracking as he sees your tearful expression.Â
âFuck you. Go home Seungcheol.â You walk to the door, opening it enough to allow him to exit your home. He doesnât protest, his anger and sadness bubbling up faster with each second that passes. Heâs smart enough to not let his temper overcome him completely.Â
As the door closes on him, you let out an agonizing cry. Your sobs raking through your body as if the whole earth had crashed ontop of you. The echo of your cries filling the room, mocking you, reminding you of your loneliness.Â
XV.
Seungcheol hasnât been feeling well since the argument that went down a few days ago, but he canât bring himself to contact you again. The anger and sadness he felt quickly dissipated into nothing but shame. He knows itâs his fault. Its his fault that he didnât communicate with you properly, and the fact that he couldnât bring himself to tell you he loves you. He doesnât even know who he was trying to convince, but that argument with you made him realized so much about himself, you, and the friendship you two have.Â
The constant sleepless nights were starting to catch up with him, the bags under his eyes more prominent than they were the last night he saw you.Â
There are times he catches glimpses of you on campus and it pulls on his heartstrings, especailly because half the times he seen you, youâve been with Wonwoo. It pains Seungcheol to know that youâve been hanging out with him since the fight had gone down, but he has no right to stop you. After everything, he should be understand to let you do what you want freely.Â
âWell donât you look like shit.â Jeonghan interupts his train of thought, sitting beside him in the library. He takes out his notes and laptop, ready to work on their project for theri psychology class.Â
âWow thanks, I didnât know.â Seungcheol grumbled, hating how cheerful Jeonghan looks in comparaison to his own gloomy expression.Â
He takes out his tablet, pulling up their project. As much as he wants to ponder about you some more, he knows that he should probably focus on the rest of the project they need to complete. But everytime he tries to focus on anything other than you he ends up failing.Â
âSo what happened to you?â Jeonghan asks. He can tell something is wrong, both Seungcheol and Y/n have been looking so down in the dumps lately, and Y/n is flat out ignoring him, Soonyoung and Minghao.Â
Seungcheol canât even hold it in anymore, if there's anyone he can talk to about what happened, he knows it's Jeonghan. Despite their quarrelling, he finds Jeonghan to be a trustworthy person.Â
Before he can even speak, he recalls your face, the tears that were about to spill, and the way your voice sounded when you two were fighting. He doesn't even recognize either of you from that day, it was just so out of character for the two of you to fight like that. And the only thing he can do is blame himself for everything that happened.Â
Seungcheol feels his throat constrict, and his eyes start to sting. He hates that feeling, the feeling of crying and being vulnerable. In all four years of knowing Jeonghan he never thought heâd be crying in front of him. But once he asked that question it was like everything came crashing down upon him once more. All the memories of you, especially the ones from your fight make his heart ache so bad he has to clutch his chest.Â
âUh.. Y/n and I, we fought. It was a huge fight and it was really bad. I donât know what to do and iâm so scared Han. I-I think I love her.â He confesses to Jeonghan, as the tears begin to slip down his cheeks.Â
As he explains what happened that night, Jeonghan canât help but feel sad with him. The way Seungcheol speaks about the events leading up to the fight and the fight itself makes his heart ache for the two of you. He also canât help but mentally scold you two. He knew from the moment that Seungcheol and Y/n decided to partake in becoming friends with benefits, that it would just blow up in flames in the end. They love each other too much to say what's really on their mind. So afraid to ruin their friendship that choosing to become friends with benefits did that for them instead.Â
âThen let her know how you feel.. God Seungcheol, Iâve been telling this to the two of you for years now. You need to tell her, before it's too late.â Jeonghan is practically begging him, pulling Seungcheol into a much needed hug.Â
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You sit there, Wonwoo sitting beside you at the same cafe you two have been going to for the past week now. He always does the same thing, ordering your matcha latte and keep you company while you re-think your fight with Seungcheol. He can see that youâre hurting but he doesnât ever overstep any boundaries youâve set up. Instead he just sits there, waiting for you when youâre ready to talk to him.Â
You called him after your fight with Seungcheol, not knowing who else to turn to. You know that Jeonghan wouldâve been available but you werenât ready for the lecture that he wouldâve given you. Calling Wonwoo that one night turned into every night, and every night turned into daily trips to the cafe. He sits there, keeps you company, you thank him and he goes home. As much as he likes you, he realizes that youâre deeply in love with your best friend, even though you wonât directly tell him.Â
Wonwoo knew something happened between you and Seungcheol, especially because of how red your eyes were that night you called him for the first time. As well as the fact that he caught glimpses of Seungcheol staring at you with so much longing during class, it even makes Wonwooâs own heart ache.Â
âWe fought over you.â You finally speak up, not bothering to stare into Wonwooâs eyes, instead opting to swirl your latte with your straw.Â
âWhat? Whyâ Heâs confused, why me? He asks himself.Â
You finally look at him, letting out a bittersweet chuckle, you wish you kenw too. Seungcheolâs distaste for you becoming closer with his friend seemed uncalled for, especially because youâre under the impression that he has no romantic feelings for you.Â
âBeats me.â You mutter.Â
âIâm sorry Y/n, I shouldâve never asked you out.â He says apologetically, the remorse filling his chest. He feels bad knowing he started this fight between the two of you, but he's also mad that Seungcheol just wonât admit his feelings for you. He just doesnât understand what was stopping him, especially since itâs so clear that you like him back.Â
âIt's not your fault.âÂ
âI know but you guys wouldâve never have fought if it werenât for meâ He sighs, looking down at the his hands, picking at them.Â
âNo, Iâm sorry that I even roped you into all of this. I shouldâve just been a normal person and tell you everything right away. Instead Iâve been dragging you along because I feel lonely.â You sigh, the guilt of including Wonwoo in all this drama starts to eat away at you.Â
âI want to be around Y/n, especially because youâve been so down lately. I know youâre in love with Seungcheol, but I still want to be your friend. I hope that's ok?â He comforted you, putting a hand on top of yours.Â
âI want to be your friend too. Iâm really sorry about everything, and Iâm grateful that youâve been helping me. You donât know how much this all means to me Wons.â You give him a small smile, the tears starting to running down your face as you glance up at him.Â
You are so grateful that you and Wonwoo became so close in such a short amount of time. He is so kind to you, despite everything thatâs happened. In another universe maybe you did fall for Wonwoo, and maybe you two were together and happy. But heâs not the one youâre in love with in this universe, and youâre thankful he understands that itâs strictly platonic between the two of you.
He pulls you in towards his chest, his arm wrapping around you. Staring at him, you canât help but glance at his lips. Youâre not sure what possessed you in that moment, but you feel yourself start to lean in with no rhyme or reason. Wonwoo does the same, heâs confused but he doesnât stop himself or push you away. Maybe if you just triedâŠ
Youâre so close that you can feel his breath fan of your face, and itâs like the realization hit you like a truck. Quickly, you pull yourself from his arms. You werenât sure what happened but maybe his warmth and reasurring words were starting to get to you, but youâre glad you stopped before you could even make the mistake for kissing him. He isnât the one you want, and he canât do anything to change that.Â
Wownoo can tell, he can tell that you donât like him romantically, but the way you were closing in on him had him fooled just for one second.Â
âI know, youâre in love with him. Itâs ok Y/n, I understand.â He sighs, looking at you with longing eyes.Â
âYes I am.â You breathe out, before pulling away from him completely.Â
XVI.Â
âY/nie open up! It's us.â A voice calls out from the outside of the door.Â
Jeonghan, Minghao, and Soonyound standing outside of your apartment, hoping youâre still alive. After your fight with Cheol, youâve been pretty much MIA from them. Not answering any of their calls or texts, so this is their last resort. Jeonghan knows why you havenât been contacting any of them, but he decided itâs time that the two of you finally have a talk.Â
His timing is a blessing and a curse, as he was the one to witness what happend the day you three went to study in the library. Thatâs when he knew that shit was starting to hit the fan. Heâs concluded that hes had enough of the two of you being so closed off about your feelings towards eachother, and it was his time to help once more.Â
You contemplated opening the door, but decided that you needed the comfort right now.Â
âY/nie! Are you ok?â Soonyoung comes running, tackling you into a bear hug. In this case, perhaps a tiger hug. âHannie told us everything.âÂ
He grabs your face, taking a closer look and inspecting your face, then making a conclusion before pulling you back into a hug. It warms your heart to see him so concerned about you, even after youâve been ignoring them and only spending time with Wonwoo.Â
You know you shouldâve contacted them, but they can tell whatâs wrong with just one look and you know you wouldâve cried if you had to explain everything. As much as you love the three of them, it wouldâve hurt your heart to recall what happened between you and Seungcheol. So you stayed quiet, opting for the solitude and comfort that Wonwoo offered.Â
âYes Iâm ok. Dont worry your cute little head.â You say, patting his head as you savour his comforting hugs.Â
âWe were really worried about you kiddo. Iâm glad to see youâre alive.â Minghao remarks as he squeezes your shoulder reassuringly.Â
âThanks Hao.âÂ
âOk enough with the reunion. Y/n we need to talk to you.â Jeonghan interrupts the tender moment, a small box sitting in his hands.Â
You arelady knew where this is going, but at this point you knew there was no way of getting out of this conversation. There is three of them and one of you.Â
Jeonghan sits you on the couch, his stern face coming into your view. It reminded you of the times your mother would scold you when you were younger. His hands crossed over his chest, foot tapping impatiently.Â
âY/nie we love you but you really need to just come forth with your feelings about Seungcheol. The fact that youâve kept it from him this long shows that itâs doing more harm to your friendship than good. I know youâre scared and I know you donât want to get rejected, but you need to understand that if you donât learn to tell him how you feel itâll blow up in your face.â He sighs, coming down to sit next to you, his hand on your shoulder.Â
âI know you donât want to fuck up your friendship with him, but how else can you move on from this if you canât even tell him how you truly feel?â Mingaho adds, giving you a soft frown.Â
As you take in their words, you canât help but feel the tears welling up again. Not just because your scared about the direction you and Cheolâs friendship is going to take, but also the fact that youâre thankful for friends who arenât afraid to tell you the truth.Â
âWe love you ok? And what ever happens weâll be there to help you. Every step of the way.â Soonyoung assures you, pulling you into a another hug. You laugh a little and hug him back tighter.Â
âThank you guys. I definitely needed that reality check.â you laugh as you wipe your tears.Â
They laugh with you, embracing you and supporting you.Â
âAnyways, theres something I want to show you.â Jeonghan says as he pulls back from the group embrace.Â
He takes the small box from beside him, presenting it to you. As you open it you grow even more confused. It was filled with letters addressed to you. From Seungcheol.Â
âWhat is this?â You look at Jeonghan, searching for an answer. He only shrugs.Â
âI dont know. Seungcheol gave them to me. He told me he wanted you to read themâ Jeonghan reveals, peering at the stack of letters in the box. âHeâs sorry you know? He said the letters will explain the things he canât say in person.âÂ
âHes sorry? I-â you didnât even know what to say, you were just scared of what all these letters could possibly hold. And why were there so many?Â
âAnyways weâll leave you to it. Text us when you and Cheol finally grow some balls and confess to each other!â Jeonghan and the two sidekicks bid you goodbye. Leaving you to scour through the letters on you own.Â
There was one letter in particular that has a recent date written in the corner.Â
Dear y/n,Â
I know you donât want to hear from me at the moment, and I know Iâve said some things I didnât mean the last time we spoke. Im sorry. Im sorry I didnât communicate properly with you, and that I left us in a vague and confusing position. I dont know what came over me. I was so used to the whole world just revolving around us two, and then when Wonwoo began to show interest, I just completely switched off.Â
You deserve someone as kind as him. A person who will be there for you when you need someone to lean on, a person whoâs willing to hold you till you can sleep peacefully. I was always that person for you for a long time, and if i'm not the one you want anymore iâll come to terms with that. I just want to see you happy Y/n. In the same sense that I know you want me to be happy as well.Â
There's not a day that goes by where I think about how thankful that I have someone like you in my life. You are my rock and sometimes you didnât even know. The more you read these letters, the more youâll start to realize how much you helped me. I know I would be able to survive without you, that I could do it even if it hurts me. But I donât want to. I donât want to live in a world where Iâm living to survive, when I can be living to make you happy instead. My best friend, the one who understands me inside and out. Please come back to me angel.Â
I love you and always yours,Â
Seungcheol.Â
As you read through the letter you couldnât help but burst into tears. The relief you felt knowing that he felt the same way, that he wanted you in his life just like how you wanted him. This was enough for you to know that he needs you like you need him.Â
You begin to sift through the countless of letters he wrote you, all of them as heart wrenching as the previous. It put into perspective all that he went through when he moved here all alone. And with each letter that you read, the harder it got to ignore to urge to just go and see him. So thats what you do.Â
Dropping the letters on the coffee table, you slip on a pair a shoes and head to Seungcheolâs place as fast as your legs could carry you. The snow starting to stick to your hair as it fell from the sky, the chilly weather making you shiver. But you couldnât stop yourself, you didnât even care. You didn't have a coat on nor a warm pair of shoes, the only thing preserving your heat is the thought of finally confessing your love to Seungcheol.Â
After ten minutes of speed walking, you find yourself in front of his door. You knock, nervously, your heart beating a hundred miles per hour. You arenât really sure what to expect, but you knew that you just needed to see him. Even if you were shivering, even if your hair and clothes are damp from the snow.Â
The door opens to reveal the man who you consider home.Â
âY/n? Holy shit you must be freezing come inside.â He ushers you in and you oblige happily. âWhy did you come in your PJâs? Are you crazy? You're gonna get sick.â He worries, grabbing your face, scolding you.Â
âI needed to see you.â You pant, tired from how fast you walked.Â
âLets get you some warm clothes first.â He states, grabbing your hand to lead him to his room. Marching over to his drawer he grabs you a pair of sweats and one of his large tshirts. Youâre completely engulfed in fabric but at least youâre warm.Â
âSeungcheol Iâm in love with you.â You tell him right before he goes to grab you a hot cup of tea. Better late than never, you thought.
He turns around, his eyes wide like a deer in headlights. Your neck turns red as the blush starts to creep its way up your cheeks. Seungcheol doesnât say much more, his actions doing all the talking for him.Â
Taking your face in his hands, he swallows you into a kiss. Pressing his lips against yours with the same amount of passion and vigour as the first night you kissed him. You whimper at the sudden affection, fisting his hair in your hands to ground you.Â
He pulls way. âIâm so in love with you too Y/n.âÂ
He goes back to kissing you, his arms wrapping around your waist, holding on so tight that youâre convinced he thinks youâll disappear into thin air if he didnât hold you close.Â
âI love you, I love you my angel.â He keeps repeating those three words. Three words that finally replaced the dreaded âyouâre my bestfriendâ statement.Â
âYouâre my best friend and I love you.â You whisper to him against his lips.
Epilogue.Â
âJust keep watching the movie love.â Seungcheol warns you, his tongue playing skillfully with your clit as you try to do what he says. Your legs are spread for him, your hips grinding against his face, itâs pure bliss. The pleasure Seungcheol gives you seems to work better than any drug thatâs been created.Â
You donât know what happened, one moment you two were sitting on his couch, watching Howlâs Moving Castle for the millionth time. The next moment youâre watching your boyfriend kneel in front of you, eating you out while you try to concentrate on the movie playing on the tv.
âSeungcheol pleaseâŠâ You moan, his hair intertwined with your fingers as he continued to lick at your folds. You can hear how wet you are and it makes your head spin, the pleasure, the feeling of Cheols tongue grazing against you, itâs all too much.Â
âYou like this donât you baby? You like it when your boyfriend eats you out on his couch?â He taunts you as he pumps two fingers into you now, wanting to see you the way your eyebrows scrunch from all the pleasure. Â
You love the way he calls himself your boyfriend, the label rolling off his tongue perfectly. It was like he was meant to be called that all along. Itâs only been a week since you two started dating officially but youâll never get tired of hearing him tell you that heâs your boyfriend.Â
âYes! P-please I need you now, please baby.â You whine and beg as he teases you, his fingers still playing with your entrance. All you can do is watch him, your eyes lidded with so much desire that Seungcheol can probably come just from looking at you.Â
He relinquishes his hold on you, getting up to sit on the couch before manhandling you into the position he wants you in. Placing you on his lap, he takes off his sweats, revealing his hard member. You drool at the sight of it, ready to take him for all heâs worth.Â
âLook at how hard you got me love.â He whispers to you, placing a kiss on your lips after. You can taste yourself on his tongue and it makes you moan against his mouth.Â
Without breaking away from him, you lift yourself up to align his length against the entrance of your needy cunt. Slowly but surely you lower yourself, causing you to gasp against Seungcheolâs lips, feeling him stretch you.
âHow are you still so fucking tight.â He mutters to you, his hands breaching the hem of the large shirt that youâre wearing. He fondles your breasts, pinching your nipples as you bounce yourself on his lap. Groaning at your actions, he lifts the shirt completely off your body, taking the opportunity to take one of your mounds and enclosing his lips around it.Â
âHmm so close baby.â You tell him, feeling your climax coming on. He groans as he continues to suck on your nipples, his hands snaking around to your ass to grope at the flesh. He grips you tight, forcing you up and down faster, releasing his mouth from your chest.Â
Seungcheolâs head leans against the couch to admire how sexy you look riding his cock. He doesnât let go of your ass, slapping it and groping it till youâve fully orgasmed.Â
âFuck youâre so sexy.â He mutters, driving you into overstimulation as he fucks up into you, his own release closely following yours. You clench at his words, your pussy gripping him like a vice, and it finally sends him into his own orgasm, his come filling you completely.Â
âI love you.â He says, giving you one last kiss before finding a wash cloth to clean you with.Â
âI love you too.â
â đ end. Â
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New Puppet Unlocked: Caine, The Puppetmaster!
Caine's character description:
For the longest time, Caine believed that he was the only Puppet left who hasn't gone insane, and has spent living in near complete and total isolation for it (if it weren't for Bubble, his robotic Butler Blimp), drowning himself in booze. That was, until Pomni suddenly arrived at his office out of nowhere and challenged him.
Her sudden appearance, her fierceness in battle and various other reasons, Caine sought to get Pomni to see the dire situation after a stalemate in their duel; That they're the last remnants of sane minds remaining in this forsaken lands and he needs her help for what must be done next, if they are to improve the world's conditions. Thankfully, the Harlequin was not actually cold-hearted, just hot-tempered.
Reinvigorated in his self-assigned purpose, The Puppetmaster now spends his time either indoctrinating reawakened Puppets and teaching them how to become "human" once more, tinkering/inventing new machines, having friendly debates or sparring with Pomni just to satisfy her urge to battle, and various other things.
Though, he still likes to drink.
Fun facts about Caine:
He is a massive drunkard.
He passes out in the most random places if he drinks too much. One of the most outrageous locations Pomni has found him in was at the chandelier on the main lounge, which even he can't remember how he got there.
Caine still acts boisterous and speaks mostly formally; though there are ways you can break his way of speech, the easiest way to do it is to surprise him.
He avoids using swears, says it's a gentleman's code. Though, some get past his mouth on a rare occasion.
He created Bubble out of loneliness, initially just wanting someone to talk to.
In a comedic parallel, he tends to limit Pomni's cravings for battle by holding her sword hostage as much as possible, of course to the Harlequin's frustration.
His second gold tooth on his bottom jaw was a result of his and Pomni's first meeting/duel. She ended up kicking him so hard in her rage, one teeth cracked in half and flew off.
He tends to look at everyone with a positive mindset and the want to see the best in them; although Jax seems to be a rare exception. Still, he lets the automaton be.
Most of his time is spent hanging around in his office. The only time you'll see him outside is if there's a task he needs to attend to, assembling Pomni back together in the cellar, another sparring match with the Harlequin, or when he talks to Z and/or Kingr, since they are both too big for the insides of the mansion.
Like almost every ADHD-person, he is prone to getting distracted easily.
He has a strict "no fighting in the premises" rule; instead, he tells them to literally take it outside (even if it means being on the neighboring lawn), as long as it's not on the INSIDE.
He keeps his shirt opened because he feels discomfort and suffocated when he buttons it up.
He doesn't like to talk about his past.
When asked what's his classification, he'll avoid and switch topics. His rare anger (but eerily-calm way of speech) comes out when you ask about it too much.
He does admit that his entire body was self-modified.
You can hear his arrival in a scene by the sounds of ball joints slightly cracking in place.
Aside from Pomni, he likes Kingr the most, finding the chess piece's presence calming. This has lead to jokes about a bromance happening between the two.
And just like Pomni as well, Caine fixes Kingr the most because the Helpful King tends to use himself as a shield for the Harlequin.
He's rarely seen without his cane.
He HEAVILY dislikes it when Pomni dies. When he is aware that Pomni is at the brink of death, he'll start panicking and telling her to go back and abandon the mission for now, through Bubble.
Quotes:
"Greetings! I am Caine, and I am here to help you. That's all you need to know."
"I think we can arrange that."
"This is not part of the plan!"
"No fighting! Take it outside."
"Perhaps we can reach to a sort of agreement..."
"Hmm... quite intriguing."
"Why, I must say, this is quite the predicament..."
"Will you be mindful of your own sake next time, pretty please?"
"... I don't-... think that's how-... you know what, do whatever you want."
"... Okay, you don't need to go that far."
"You know what this calls for? [...] A CELEBRATION! [...] BUBBLE, TO THE LIQUOR STORAGE"
"You know, I haven't really thought this through enough--"
"BUBBLE! Did you chew through my latest project again?!"
"Oy vey..."
"I am aware of the effect that alcohol has on me. And quite frankly, I don't care."
"Strange, where am I? Who am I? What are we, but mass-produced products catered to extending one's stay on a desolate, abandoned realm? Are we even human anymore, or are we machines that think we're human in order to save ourselves from the pain of a fake existence? Hm? Oh right, I haven't eaten my dinner."
"Must we really resort to this method?"
"Oh, I just fixed that!"
"Apologies, I blanked out for a second. What were we talking about?"
"Bubble here can help you out on your dilemma. Just don't listen to him for any advices. Personally, I think sometimes he can make you jump off a cliff."
"What do you mean "I need to stop drinking"? I'm perfectly fi- *passes out*"
"Am I aware that it is an unhealthy coping mechanism? Yes. Do I plan to stop? Not exactly, there aren't a lot of options left."
"That is outrageous! Me? With her? That's... It's... *sigh* I can't. She'd never."
"May I just say, for once, what the actual fuck."
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secrets i have held in my heart, are harder to hide than i thought ⯠jh86
sum: âI really like you.â *looks around* âare you sure-â
// jack x med student
warnings: 18+, oral (f & m receiving), mentions of familial neglect, cursing, kissing, stress, anxiety, doubt, pet tigers, jack thinking too hard, reader is insecure donât know what for đ, overuse of commas because im insane, happy ending, a lil too sappy (i say this with emphasis), i mean it thereâs a whole lotta CHEESE, mostly fluff, very emotional and hearty pls im sorry im a lover. afab!reader w/ she/her pronouns :)
w/c; 7.6k
a/n: hey so yeah. wtf. the word count?? i had so much fun writing this. half scared that its boring. i love simp / munch jack. ps: as queen as y/n is, i gave reader a nickname, sorry. (a very ⊠unique nickname. i myself am puzzled as to how my brain works) enjoy. or at least try to. under the cut !
THE library was unsurprisingly almost empty considering the fact that no sane person would want to step outside in this rainstorm, so you were content in studying organic chemistry in the very back, alone with your thoughts, your textbooks, folklore by Taylor Swift, and now a guy. Who decided that he will break the silence in the almost empty library.
You were in your world, as always, not really connecting or associating with things around you but the ruckus of the someone knocking over an umbrella stand and profusely apologizing to apparently no one made you lift your head up. You smile slightly before going back to your work, barely registering your surroundings.Â
Sure, Jack was entirely focused on his friends, studies, and hockey back in high school, but he was an expert at faces and names and could jot down absolutely anyone that he knows heâs seen before. He knew exactly who the girl with dark circles and way-too-oversized hoodie in the back was.Â
At least five minutes later, Jack started hovering near your spot, which was the romance aisle. You sneak a glance at him and take note of his athletic shorts and New York Giants hoodie and quickly denote that this man was definitely not the romance novel type (or maybe book type at all). After flipping mindlessly through another book he lets out a soft âfuck itâ before turning to face you completely.Â
You canât help but crack a smile at his jump when he saw that you had already been staring at him with wide, voidfull eyes.Â
A pause. You staring at him. Him staring at you. He cracks a dopey smile, blinding you with his paper white teeth, and pulls up a chair in front of you.Â
âWhatâs up, Dee?â He asks holding his hand up for a dap. Bewildered at how this complete stranger knows your nickname amongst close friends (from when you gracefully told people that âthe bags under your eyes are Diorâ), you dap him back anyway and blurt, âI have never seen you before.â
âYou went to my high school. We worked in a project in like, AP World I think? I dunno. But I remember you saved my grade that whole year.â
Your mind remains blank. You saved a lot of peopleâs grades.Â
âMy only high school memories are countless APs, pain, suffering, studying and depression.âÂ
Most people would blanch at your dreamy straightforwardness, but Jack just grinned again.Â
âYeah, I remember you were always tired but also really funny. And tired. Deja Vu, man, watching you sit here, laser focused on your books. I was on the hockey team, if that helps.â
I furrow my brows, thinking hard.Â
âI do remember that our hockey guys were really good. They would announce their names like every day on the speakers because they won all the time.âÂ
Jack groans at the memory. He was well known but it was just uncomfortable having your last names called out where the whole school could hear.Â
You laugh at his reaction. âThey would call the same names over and over. I donât know if it was you who used to hide your face every time they did it but yeah.â
Jack perked up. âYeah that was me.âÂ
You take a moment to admire his boyish facial features and athletic build. Heâs pretty.Â
âDonât even think about itâ pretty.Â
âDang. You were like a superstar. Sorry I donât remember much. Iâm like, walking jet lag.âÂ
He laughs a typical frat boy laugh (if that makes sense) and you like it. You want to hear it again.Â
âSo, what are you doing out here? Never pegged you for a big city girl.âÂ
âI go to college here.â
âDamn, we shouldâve met sooner. My name is Jack, by the way.âÂ
âMy friends call me Dee, but I guess you knew that.â
You were left pondering as to why a hockey player from high school was even anticipating meeting you; people only approached you for notes and the occasional party invitation back then.
âSo, uh- what about you? Make it big in the league thingy yet?âÂ
He breaths a laugh. âYou could say that.â
âWho do you play for?âÂ
âNew Jersey.â
âPrudential, isnât it? Thatâs close by my apartment.â I say in thought.Â
Jack grins. âReally? We might bump into each other often, then.âÂ
He looks genuinely excited.Â
Why.Â
Whatâs going on.Â
You chat for a few more minutes but itâs mostly you saying out of pocket things and Jack laughing instead of side-eyeing you and walking away. You were surprised at his effortless kindness.Â
âPhone.â
âHm?â
âOr Snap? Whatever you feel like is best,â he says, pulling out his phone. It takes a second to register that heâs implying that you exchange contact information.Â
âDonât really use Snapchat. I kinda have too much on my plate right now.â You hand over your phone.Â
âYou always overwork yourself, you should be at the club. Youâll die on the inside.âÂ
âNothing I canât handle, I hope.â
You just need to push through and never ever have fun.
He checks the time and sighs.Â
âI was just here to return a book but I gotta head back. Flight for a roadie takes off in a couple hours. Iâll be back in, like, four days? I hope to see you around then?âÂ
You match his soft smile and nod, whatever roadie means but okay. It was actually nice, wasting some valuable study time for a potential friend. Heâs cool.Â
âYeah. See you.â You offer and huff a laugh as he reaches out to dap you up again.Â
That night, after yet another long and winding day with the only highlight being meeting someone who was apparently a high school acquaintance, you decide to look him up. Surprised at the absolute famethat this man had loaded, your lips parting at every detail, you click on his instagram and officially unhinge your jaw.Â
500k followers?Â
Youâre never on insta but that canât be good.Â
The shock of how you basically were bonding with someone who definitely downplayed how famous he was didnât wear off a week later; he texted you quite often and you tried to text back without seeming dry.Â
It was nearly a week later when he offered to meet up again.Â
-> two questions
babies come from the baby store.
-> wtfÂ
sorry. ask away !
-> 1. are you at the library rn
do you still like the caramel frappe from dunkin
yes. and yes. what the hell are you doing.Â
-> something nice. see u soon angel.Â
angel is wild when I look like I snuck on this earth but thanks for that anyways. youâre very kind :))
-> kind enough to tell you to that youâre really pretty :))
*reacted with heart emoji*
You check your forehead temperature to make sure you hadnât just imagined the whole conversation.Â
It wasnât long before Jack was strutting into the library with two dunkinâ shakes in his hands accompanied by his gorgeous smile when he spotted you in the back, once again.Â
âYouâre wearing glasses today.â He says when you look up at his outstretched hand. You reach forward with a grateful smile, and deja vu hits you hard. The same exact scene playing out in high school when he had asked everyone in some group project their favorite drinks and treated them when they all got an A.Â
âI remember you,â you say as he flopped on the bean bag next to you with his own drink.Â
âYeah? I knew you would. Youâre too smart.â He says, again dazzling you with his perfect smile as he lifts two fingers to tap your temple softly to emphasize his point. Itâs a challenge to tear your eyes away from his baby blues.Â
âYour eyes are so blue. Itâs distracting.âÂ
Jackâs eyes widen at your unintentional rebuttal at his subtle flirting, and he smirks. He knew that you werenât aware that you were being flirted with the past week; what you lacked in emotional and social intelligence was shadowed by your sharpness in academics.Â
âHey, you didnât tell me you were a really big deal around here? Everyone knows you and you have like a million followers.â
âStalking me?âÂ
âEducating myself.â
Jack laughs and throws as arm around you to peer over your shoulder.Â
âWell, I donât just go around telling people how good I am. So, whatcha doing?âÂ
The contact makes you freeze up and once again the surreality of a man wanting to spend time with you disorients you a little bit.
âWatching porn.âÂ
Jack laughs again and earns a stern look from the clerk down the aisle.Â
âIâm studying anatomy.â
âYeah, didnât suspect any less than med school for your smartass.âÂ
You turn to him to talk back but his face was inches away from you and that sets off alarm bells throughout your body. Youâve had your fair share of guys and girls but there was not a single string attached and the short flings were easy to forget.Â
But having someone that pretty, that close to you, not showing exactly what intentions he had? That caused your anxiety to spike. Positively.Â
âYour face is really close.â You simply state, pushing your large frames higher up your nose.Â
âAnd yours is really red.âÂ
You immediately press your hands against your cheeks and groan at what you picture your face looks like. Jack just giggles again and pulls your hands away.Â
âItâs cute.âÂ
His hands are still on your wrists.Â
âIt really isnât, but thank you. Youâre very kind.â
Thereâs a beat of silence where you can see the gears in his head turning.Â
âDo you like aquariums?â
You surprise yourself and Jack when you pull him into a hug as a greeting outside the aquarium.
The feel of your chests touching with little fabric in between set Jackâs heart off racing and the way your curves dipped at your hips had him pulling at his collar.Â
But most of all, when he pulled back from the hug, he noticed you were wearing shorts that had your legs all out for him to ogle over.Â
âYou hidinâ all that?â He scans your figure, noting the dark, low cut, full sleeve top.Â
âWhat? All this?â You say as you push your tits together. âThereâs not much to hide.â
Jackâs throat runs dry. Unfortunately for him, heâs still a guy and tits still make him drool. And the fact that you had no idea you were keeping him on his toesÂ
âBe for real.â He rolls his eyes. âHowâd your day go?âÂ
âNice, actually. I just took Nala for a walk and-â you cut yourself off.Â
âI didnât know you had a pet? Can I see her? I love anim-â
âSheâs a tiger.âÂ
You give him more and more reasons everyday as to why him hanging out with you was unethical and strange but he seemed to keep on staying. Studying you as if intrigued by your strangeness.Â
âYou- have a pet..tiger?âÂ
Yeah. Iâve done it.
âI- yeah.âÂ
It seems like all Jack ever does is grin because heâs doing it again and flinging an arm around your shoulder as he starts to walk with you.Â
âOh, Dee. Thereâs just so much to learn and love about you.âÂ
It takes you a second to react.Â
âThat may be the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.â
âYou serious?âÂ
âYeah. Well, cause I was ugly growing up, and people always thought I was strange. Itâs hard to imagine that people are genuinely interested in any sort of friendship with me.âÂ
Jacks fingertips on your bare collarbone, his cologne and aftershave, his figure pressed against your side; all of it was overtaking your senses. Â
âBaby, why do you think I walked up to you that day in the first place? You may not remember much but I do. You were so kind and honest. And so intriguing. And hardworking. And pretty. I think your dark circles are hot.âÂ
You huff out a laugh and ignore the flutter in your chest at âbabyâ.Â
Jack looks down at you with a gaze that he canât pinpoint. Youâre just very, very endearing to him. He needs to show you all kinds of fun so you laugh like that again.Â
âYou smell nice.â You say and hesitate before loosening yourself against him more. He hums at the increased contact and at your compliment, smiling against your hair.Â
âThank you.âÂ
To say you had the absolute time of your life at the aquarium was an understatement. Jack got to see a side of you that loved fun, that was carefree, and didnât have that goddamn crease in your eyebrows. You were the one pulling him around, telling him you wanted to be a marine biologist as a kid and that you recognize most of the species. Jack made sure to snap a few pictures of you when you werenât looking, the lightning shaped twinkle in your eyes a memory he wanted to keep forever.Â
Later that day, Jack drove you back to your apartment, mentally noting that you were about a fifteen minute drive from his place.Â
âNala?â You coo out softly as you push open the door and drag Jack inside, not giving him the chance to protest. Jack looks around at your apartment. Itâs small and messy, but organized in some places. He jumps and lets out a brief scream when a fucking tiger is bounding towards you at full speed and knocking you over with a hug. You laugh as your beloved Nala starts licking up your face and you both roll on the floor.Â
Jackâs breathing calms a little as he remembers who owns the tiger.Â
âIâll put her away for now.â You say, reading Jackâs skepticism. He sighed in relief.Â
âOh good. Because as much as you reassured me and as man as I am, sheâs still a tiger.â You giggle at his words and guide Nala towards her room.Â
The sound makes Jack smile stupidly. His heart stutters and he wants to put your little laugh on replay. He canât believe that a girl who stated random medical facts at any time, who lost sleep because âshe just forgot that itâs importantâ, who barely remembered him from a while ago even though he remembered everything, who waves at planes as they fly overhead, who didnât know shit about the sport he played, had him wrapped tightly around her finger.Â
He takes a moment to observe your apartment. The stacks of medical related books that he doesnât want to and never will understand, the old record player sitting in the corner of the kitchen, a huge jar of nutella on the coffee table, a questionable fluffy purple blanket on your sofa. Just little things that made you all the more real to him.Â
And he still wants to know more. He wants to know your sleep schedule so he knows that youâre getting enough sleep and when to text or call, he wants to know what you dream of, he wants to know your passions besides studying, he wants to know what made you become so numb and detached, how you still managed to have a twinkle in your eye when you experienced emotion.Â
But, as he leans to the counter for support at his racing mind and as you enter the room, still clad in your godforsaken low cut top and curve-hugging shorts, he most of all wants to know what you are like, what your lips would feel like molded against his, how youâd moan or whimper at his touch. Heâs still leaning against the counter as he recalls when you unabashedly pushed your tits together just hours ago.Â
âYou alright?â You ask, but you yourself seemed to have distressed eyebrow lines.Â
âUh? Oh yeah. I was just.â He gestures around your apartment. âObserving.âÂ
You nod, still lost in thought.Â
âAre you okay?â He asks, not liking the stress in your body language.Â
âYeah. Itâs just, I have two projects due next week and Iâve been studying for something else so I completely forgot about them.â You frown, feeling tears pool in your eyes. You canât cry in front of Jack. If everything else didnât make him abandon you, then this would.Â
âWoah. Hey, hey.â Jack is by your side immediately. He feels guilty for thinking of you sinfully while you were in distress but he really couldnât help it. You blink back the tears and shrug it off.Â
âIt gets kind of a lot sometimes, yâknow?â Jack follows you to the couch and sits next to you, immediately taking your hands in his and pulling your legs onto his lap. You gave up on keeping your cool when he does that and give him a bewildered expression. Being taken care of is so strange.Â
âAnd? Go on, baby.â He smiles softly and encouragingly, dropping one of your hands to hold your chin for a moment before grabbing your hand again.Â
You blink.Â
âWell, Itâs probably not as much as Iâm stressing it out to be. Iâm about to abuse substances.âÂ
âNow donât do that. Thereâs lots of ways to destress yourself.â Jackâs hand wanders again, resting on your bare knee. His movements are soft and gentle, but they still cause a foreign spark through your body. You dryly cough before registering his words and looking at Jackâs hand that had inched higher by the slightest.Â
âIs this flirting?â Rushed out of your mouth and Jack chuckles, a normal sound but an octave lower.Â
âSure is, baby. Youâre learning fast.â Heâs staring your eyes down, and all of a sudden heâs consuming your senses again. His cologne is still there, his insane blues are glued to yours, his deep breathing is signifying his increasing heart rate. His hand inches higher as he moves closer.Â
âWhy donât I just,â shrug, âeat you out? âS a better high than drugs-â His phone buzzes in his pocket.Â
Jack huffs and pulls away, leaving your insides churning at the his lingering touch and words??? The implication alone, the images conjuring in your head were nothing short of filthy.Â
He scowls as he takes the call, muttering something about how itâs his agent and heâll get in trouble if he doesnât answer. His responses are curt and his expression neutral, but his hand is gripping your thigh with intensity. As he hangs up the call and tosses his phone aside, his hand is almost at your inner thigh and he maneuvers himself to be directly on his knees on the floor in front of you.Â
The sudden movement and his face looking up at yours between your slightly parted legs has your pussy throbbing. Itâs been weeks since you were.. in this particular position with someone and god did it feel nice that it was the finest man in world to unpause your sex life.Â
He leans up to be face level with you. âDo you trust me, baby?â You never noticed how sultry his natural voice was.Â
His eyes search yours for any kind of discomfort as his hand reaches forward to cup your cheek. You nod in conformation as he moves closer.Â
Your breath hitches as he presses his lips to your cheek, dangerously close to your mouth. It confuses you slightly as to why he didnât just kiss you but both of his hands on your waistband distracts you.Â
âCan I take these off?â He questions and you nod once again, not trusting your voice.Â
Heâs doing everything in slow motion and you think it alludes to your sensitivity earlier, but anticipation and his hands cloud everything in your mind.Â
What kind of guy just? offers to eat you out? to help you destress?Â
Your shorts are discarded and the exposure doesnât bother you. Sure your heart would be thudding either way, but Jack made you feel different. No anxiety in the sense that he would judge you or harm you or hurt your feelings.
âHm, these are cute.â Jackâs thumb fingers over the lining of your underwear.Â
You feel yourself flush.Â
âThanks.â Is your quiet response.Â
âRelax, baby. This is for you to unwind, not to get nervous. Focus on how youâre feeling,â   Jack instructs as his finger ghosted over your clothed cunt. Your teeth nibble on your bottom lip as you push your hips closer to his hand.Â
He smirks at your eagerness and gives in, entirely pushing his thumb against your clit through your panties.Â
His thumb moves slowly but firmly back and forth as he gauges your reaction. Finding the right spots where your stomach clenches or your eyebrows knit together.Â
âMore.â You muster as you open your eyes to look down at Jack who was already moving to take your damp panties off. Once again, slowly. He groans as he sees you glistening for him and starts kissing up your thigh.Â
âYou have a pretty face.âÂ
Jack grins up at your compliment while peppering feather light kisses on your inner thighs.Â
âYeah?â
âYeah.â
The anticipation pools in your lower stomach as Jack breaks eye contact with you to admire your delicacy in front of him. He uses the same thumb to rub through your folds and reach higher to circle your clit. The stimulation has you moaning softly and the sound has Jackâs cock twitching in his shorts.Â
âI- hurry.â You huff in slight annoyance, wanting more besides the slow circles. Jack smirks against your thigh and removes his thumb so he could move forward lick a stripe through your folds.Â
Your knuckles get white gripping the pillow,  itching to hold his hair instead as his eyes flicker between yours and your pussy. Jack notices your hand on the pillow and guide it to his hair while sucking and licking your cunt. He parts away for a second to catch his breath before making slow and languid motions with his tongue on your clit.Â
You grip his hair, hard. Jack grunts against you and loses a shred of control as he pulls your legs apart further to dive further in. You let out a startled breath at the sudden movement and pull on his hair more as he shakes his head deeper while still staring up at you.Â
âJack..â you breathe out, but it comes out as more of a whimper that makes him hum against you and a spark run through his body. He pulls away and inserts his middle and ring finger through your slick and pumps shortly before curling his fingers. You heave a breath and moan at the feeling while Jack stares up at you in awe.Â
âYouâre everything.â He says more to himself than you, as he watches you writhe and whimper at his fingers while holding the eye contact. He connects his lips with your clit again and suctions in a way that has your back arching and your moans getting louder and more high pitched with each type of attention Jack gives to your pussy.Â
He switched his fingers and mouth and rubs your clit as he laps up your arousal as he feels you getting close. He takes that moment to switch back and locks eyes with you as his dark pink, wet lips attach to your clit again, softly sucking you closer to your tipping point.
âOh, f-fuck Iâm-â Â
Your eyebrows knit and your eyes roll back at the sensations of his mouth and tongue and fingers and gaze.Â
You spasm around his fingers and moan louder while Jackâs fingers guide you through your release. He licks up whatever he can before sitting and wiping his face with the back of his hand as you stare at him with hooded and tired eyes.Â
âFeel better?â He has the nerve to ask as he runs a wet wipe up and between your legs.Â
When did he even get that?
Your leg twitches in sensitivity after heâs finished.Â
âMm better.â Was all you could muster. All you wanted was to sleep and dream for days.Â
Jack laughs softly at your state and checks the time.Â
âIâll need to head out soon. Team dinner.â He says as he fits another pair of underwear on you. You feel a pang in your chest and anxiety creeps up your spine, but Jack immediately shuts your thoughts down.Â
âHey, this doesnât mean Iâll abandon you or anything. Iâm goinâ cause I have to and I would take you but you look like you could use a nap. We can hang tomorrow?â Heâs so soft and caring with you, cupping your cheek and smoothing his thumb over it.Â
âYeah okay.â You say and watch as he gets up, not before pressing a kiss to your forehead.Â
âI wonât go anywhere, baby.âÂ
After the team dinner, when Jack got home and shut the door to his apartment, the first thing he did was call his older brother. Quinn was just the slightest, itty-bittiest bit more fortunate with girls, so Jack naturally went to him for tips here and there.Â
A few minutes into the call, they exchanged formalities and talked about each othersâ seasons before Quinn cut to the chase.Â
âSo? Is it a girl?â
Jack blanched.Â
âI- well yes, but itâs different this time. Swear.â
âYou say that every-time. But it does sound like it might be different.â
âDo you remember Dee from high school?â
âI donât remember anything from high school.â Is it really that common to forget four years of your life?
âYeah well. I met her again a few weeks ago. She was the one who used to take all the APs and she graduated early? She was like always tired and kinda funny. And sheâs pretty. Like the natural kind of pretty. Youâd look at her and want to give up the world for her kind of pretty. I donât know.â Quinn listened quietly, detecting the hint of fear in Jackâs voice.Â
âI might be, like obsessed with her. I think she knows.â
âWait, wait, wait. She knows? That you like her? And youâre not together yet?â Jack didnât deny it when he said that he liked her.Â
âI-yes? I think so. She might be into me too and we did a thing earlier today and she flirts with me without even thinking about it? Thatâs gotta mean something right?â
âYou did things with her?!She flirts with you?! Do something. But take it slow. She probably still wonders why you even give her the time of day. She likes you but she doesnât know it yet.â Hearing his older brother say it untightened his chest.Â
âI was going to kiss her but I really wanted to things slow with her. Sheâs been through a bit and, I donât know, I want to treat her special.â Heâs glad that he has a person he can say the cringiest shit to. If it was anyone else on the other line, he would get toasted for the rest of his life. Jack wore his heart on his sleeve and was smart at reading people and their emotions. But sometimes he was just clueless on what to do with that knowledge.Â
We can hang tomorrow.Â
Who the fuck says that after going down on someone.Â
Jack didnât text you that night.
Or the next morning.Â
You started panicking slightly when you come home from classes.Â
That had to have been the last straw for him.Â
Heâs a fucking superstar, he lives in the New York City area, where all the pretty models and blue eyed blondes live. Why the hell would he go for a tired med student from his home state who didnât care about herself enough to care for him?
Your mind runs a marathon as the elevator doors open to your floor. But when you approach your apartment, Jack is sitting on the floor next to door, scrolling on his phone.Â
You freeze and stare blankly as he realizes that youâre here.
He perks up and walks over to you pulling you into a light hug.Â
âHey, Dee. How were classes?â
âGood. Thanks for asking.â You reply, hesitantly wrapping your arms back around him. You werenât hugged a lot as a kid or growing up. Youâve hugged more in the last two weeks than you have in your entire life.Â
âI have a game later today. Wanna come? The other teamâŠisnât that good. We might win. Unless you have work to do. Or if you just donât want to go thatâs okay too. Or-â he cuts off when you press a finger against his lips.Â
âIâd love to go. I finished a lot of my work during classes.â You smile removing your fingers, relaxing in his arms. âWhen is it?âÂ
âAt 7. Iâll pick you up, yeah?âÂ
âYeah.âÂ
You both just stand there for a minute before you remember social cues.Â
âSo, come in? Iâm hungry as fuck. We should eat.â You say pushing the door open, petting Nala as you walk in and Jack followed. He smiles at your awkwardness and accepts.Â
Your look is acceptable. Hair clutched back, light makeup, hoodie and sweats is your go-to anyway. Plus, youâre always cold.Â
You arrive at around quarter to seven and with the help of signs make your way to the lounge that Jack gave you a pass to.Â
Thereâs a guard at the door that held his hand out for the pass and when you gave it to him he eyed you wearily.Â
âYouâre Hughesâ girl? Where did you get this?â
âJack gave it to me.âÂ
âUh huh.â
You furrow your eyebrows. âSo can I go in?âÂ
âSweetheart, Jack has only ever invited two other girls here and I can tell you right now, youâre not the third. Who gave you this pass?âÂ
The mention of Jack bringing other girls here makes you absolutely sick to your stomach.Â
You might vomit.Â
But anger bubbles up your throat and youâre about to press your finger into the guards chest and give him a piece of your mind, when thereâs a patter of feet and an excited âDee!â coming from your left.Â
Jack has you in his arms already before you could register it. He tucks you into his shoulder, presses his lips against your temple, lingering, and faces the guard.Â
âWas there a problem?â The guards mouth hangs open and flickers between the two of you.Â
âNone at all.â He opens the door and lets the two of you in. After he shuts the door and turns face you, you take a second to admire him.Â
Heâs dressed in his game jersey, shoulder pads and everything; except for his skates.Â
He looks really good.Â
âYou look really good.âÂ
Silence.Â
âAre you blushing?âÂ
Jack pulls you into his chest so you donât see more of the pink adorning his cheeks.Â
âAm not,â he mutters above your head and you giggle as you try to untangle from his grasp.Â
You pull back and notice that he still has a tint on his cheeks. He holds your face for a moment, admiring every feature. Going from eye to eye, the slope of your nose, the dimple digging into your left cheek, a beauty mark on your chin, your lips.Â
You feel your breath quickening when his thumb grazes your cheek and his eyes linger on your lips a little longer.Â
A sharp knock on the door interrupted the two of you.Â
âWarm ups in two!â
Jack sighed and looked back at you.Â
âI need to go. You can watch from here.â He led you further into the room and you could hear the crowd getting louder as you got closer. He led you to a balcony where there were a few other people, and pecked your cheek before going back.Â
The game starts and youâre more clueless that you thought youâd be. The puck was way too small and you didnât bring your glasses, but you remember Jack telling you that he was â86â, so you tried to follow wherever he was.Â
The girl next to you strikes up a conversation which you cautiously tread with, but you warm up soon. She tells you that sheâs dating someone on the team.Â
âWoah. That must be cool.â She looks confused.Â
âArenât you Jackâs girl?â
âNo? Weâre friends. I think. Heâs really nice to me.â Your new friend blinks before talking again.Â
âHe really likes you though, and you look like you really like him.âÂ
âWell of course I do. He treats me really well.âÂ
âOh, babe. No. He like likes you. My boyfriend told me he talks about you all the time.â She holds your hand. You look down at it and back at her. Youâre quiet for a moment. Youâre not sure how to process that.Â
âIâm not sure how to process that.â
âWell, do you like him? Love him even?âÂ
âI-â
Youâre cut off by that awfully loud goal horn, and glance at the screen to see that Jack has scored. You felt a surge of pride in your chest and feel yourself smiling wide as Jackâs tiny figure skated around and fist bumped the players on the bench. He turns to your section for a moment, lingering for a sliver of a second and your heart stops. The game called for the face-off just a second later so he had to look away.Â
You look over to the girl on your right and sheâs already looking at you with a half smirk.Â
Jack politely declined on drinks later in the locker room after the devils won.Â
He leans against his car and thinks about you. He really wanted to see you, needed your affirmation.Â
Itâs all he seems to do now. Jack just wants reassurance and peace in knowing that you were there. He spent every waking moment thinking about you and how he got you to show sides of yourself that you donât show to people. He tried to keep his personal life away from hockey but the way his instincts told him to look in your general direction after he scored made him sick to his stomach.Â
He might actually be stupid obsessed with you.Â
Trusting his gut on your body language and making a bold move the previous night may have been the best thing heâs ever done.
That means that he doesnât need to be cautious with his flirting anymore. He knows exactly what he feels but he wants to wait til you come to that conclusion on your own.Â
He didnât notice your quiet footsteps in his direction and was mildly startled when you were standing in front of him. Almost at once, he felt a smile adorn his face.Â
âThat was so cool, I didnât understand anything but I know you scored.â Your wide, twinkling eyes stared back up at him. âIâm proud of you.â
And thatâs all it took for him to usher you into the back seat, strip off your sweatpants, and throw your legs over his shoulders.Â
Not even ten minutes later, your lungs are dying for air and your body is covered in a thin sheet of sweat. He was rougher this time, sucking a hickey on your neck before, getting the entire bottom half of his face messy, his own hooded eyes losing focus as he pleasured you. Â
âYou back to me yet, baby?â
âHm?âÂ
You open your eyes and youâre in the front seat, cleaned up, pants back on, and Jack is fastening your seatbelt for you.Â
âI lost you for like, three minutes there. You okay?â
His voice is gentle and quiet, his index and thumb holding your chin softly as his azure eyes bore into yours.Â
âChipotle?â
He laughs, pulling back and shifting the gear into drive, his hair falling slightly in his face and he pushes it back.Â
âAll the chipotle in the world for my Dee.â
Your mind briefly flashed to how he kissed the tip of your nose before he went down on you, and not your lips.
Youâre in Jackâs apartment now (your heart dropping when you thought of Nala, but then you remembered that you fed her quite well and she had to be passed out by now. Jack handed you a Hersheyâs kiss to calm you down), and itâs big.Â
Like, huge.Â
Massive for someone who lives alone.
His TV was playing âHow to lose a guy in 10 daysâ and you were watching like a hawk.Â
âIâve never seen this one before.â
âReally? You donât watch romcoms?â Jack looks at you surprised, sitting next to you with both of your chipotle orders and throwing a blanket over the two of you.Â
âNo. I donât really get the time.â You furrow your brows and turn to him with a blank expression. âYouâve showed me so much fun in the last few weeks. Thank you.â
Jack could happily die in that moment. He flashes back to yesterday again, your childlike wonder, the new things he learnt about you.Â
ââS nothing yet. Thereâs so much more you deserve to feel happy about.â He kisses your temple before getting closer to you.Â
You both watch in silence for a while, occasionally laughing and aw-ing, until you canât hold it back anymore.Â
âDo you think kissing is unhygienic?â
You look up to him, his unbuttoned shirt, messy hair and lingering smile making your heart skip a beat.Â
Oh no.Â
You have such a horrible, fat crush on him.
âHm?â
âI-nothing.â
âMâkay.â
Sweet boy is not a multitasker and the movie was at a really good part, so he didnât really get distracted and soon you were engrossed too.Â
You were still in a cloud of feelings and it was getting a bit much for you. Your head was usually void of emotion, so the change was welcome. And you had Jack to thank for that. Heâs done so much for you, taken care of you in ways that no one has and no one ever will.Â
You realize that he could be your worst heartbreak or someone thatâs going to be in your life forever.Â
You feel slightly sick thinking about it and you need to get it out of your system.Â
âCan I suck you off?â Your lips lightly brush his ear.Â
Now that.Â
That gets Jackâs attention.Â
He nearly snaps his neck to turn to face you and your noses touch.Â
âYou- I-Â what?â
Your fingertips are feathery as you brush the hair out of his face.Â
âI want to suck your dick.â
âYou donât- if this is to- to reciprocate or something-â
âI promise itâs not. I really just want to.â
Jack is already semi-hard and he can feel his dress pants tighten. His eyes briefly widen and he borderline gulps before he watches your hand run down his chest and toy with his belt buckle. As soon as he gives you the green light and pauses âHow to lose a guy in 10 daysâ, youâre on your knees in front of him, just like how he was with you the previous night.Â
Jackâs sanity is once again lost as he watches you on your knees for him. You make a quick work of his belt buckle and pull down his dress pants just enough.Â
You can already see how loaded he is through his boxers and look back up at him with the same wide eyes that he goes crazy over.Â
âCool.âÂ
Jack barely has time to react over your concise approval of his length before youâre mouthing over his boxers, sucking softly, leaving Jack gasping for a breath.Â
You pull down his boxers and start working immediately, pumping him and wetting your hands slightly so you have more friction.Â
âYâknow, itâs crazyâI know what all of these veins are called.â You say, more to yourself but Jackâs half smile drops when you lay your tongue flat against his shaft and suck on his tip. He lets out an embarrassing sound between a staggered breath and a whimper as you make your way down. Your cheeks hollow out as you make eye contact with him, making sure youâre getting it right. You come off and continue with your hands and look up at him.Â
âGood?â
âF- Christ- fuck, so good, baby. So good.âÂ
Happy with yourself, you continue to suck him clean while he chokes out moans and his stomach clenches. You can feel him getting heavier in your mouth and you start speeding up, using both of your hands.Â
Thereâs a moment when he reaches forward to push your hair out of your face, so that you donât get bothered and so that he sees you properly, which warms your heart.Â
He taps one of yours hands thatâs on him to indicate that heâs close and you pull back with a kitten lick to his tip before sticking your tongue out.
You have Jack seeing stars when his load pumps into your mouth, and your eyes dart over his shirt clinging to his chest, his hair falling into his screwed shut eyes, his lips parted and his hand gripping the sofa with such intensity that his veins pop out.Â
You tuck him back into his clothing after cleaning him up, and he looks at you with tired eyes while making grabby hands.Â
You chuckle, climbing into his arms and he slumps his body against you, both of you now lying down on the couch as he unpauses the movie.Â
His head rests comfortably against your chest, one of your hands running through his hair, and the other intertwined with his.Â
Itâs sweet.Â
Jack wakes up alone and panics at once. Itâs embarrassing, really; like finding out your stuffed animal fell to the floor during your sleep as a toddler. But when he checks his messages, he finds a text from you.Â
Hey, I had to leave. I have a project due tomorrow and also Nala :( We can meet up later. I had fun yesterday. Thank you :))
Itâs hits Jack how gone he is when he finds himself clutching his phone to his heart.Â
It takes a while.Â
He comes home fresh from morning practice took a nice long nap to clear his head before waking up properly to see that it was raining outside.Â
He was enjoying (not) the protein shake that he was required to drink and mindlessly scoring through plays from an old game, when it hits him like a sack of bricks.Â
Do you think kissing is unhygienic?Â
You think he doesnât want to kiss you.Â
You think heâs toying with your heart by showing you all kinds of affection besides the one thing that both of you wanted so fucking bad.Â
You think he doesnât like you enough to do that yet.Â
The drive to yours was smooth despite the rain pouring down from every direction, and because you always reminded him of road safety.Â
You were standing outside of the apartment building, looking like you were having an argument with.. your tiger.Â
Your hands were on your hips, body soaked and hair wet as you tried to coax Nala into shelter.Â
Jack laughed at both of your antics which got your attention. Your mind flashes back to the day that you met him, the pouring rain, and how awkward it was to meet someone you knew from a while back. You wave at him happily as he approached, but noticed a hint of  anxiety and embarrassment.Â
âWhatâs wro-?â
âAre you into poetry?â
âUh, sometimes? Why?â
âThis- well, I canât read it. Here.âÂ
He hands over his phone, stuffs his hands in his pockets and looks at anything but you. Puzzled, you cover his phone from the pelting droplets so you could read.Â
âThe first time you caught my eye
it was not love at first sight.Â
Instead a quiet curiosity was
planted in my chest and I knew
it was only a matter of time beforeÂ
you sunk beneath my bones and
nurtured this deep seated familiarity
into a love so fierce that I would question
if I had ever been in love before.â
Lyra Wren.Â
You read it again.Â
Thereâs no way he actually searched for a poem to depict how he felt.Â
âLook, I didnât understand half of it hit you get the-â
Jack was cut off by our lips against his.Â
It was short, maybe a second long, closed mouth, but you pulled away breathless and were close enough to feel his heart racing underneath his clothes.Â
How desperately he wanted your cold, soft lips against his again.Â
âSo, you like me? For who I am?â
He nods.Â
âAre you sure? âCause I-âÂ
You were interrupted by Nalaâs whine (to say: I change my mind, I want to go inside), and you give Jack his phone, grab his hand and pull him inside.Â
âCâmon, weâll get pneumonia.â
Your hands were still in each others, his engulfing yours, when you shut the door to your apartment, locked it, watched Nala bound to her room, and turned to face him again properly.Â
He was so, so close. Your lips were parted, just inches apart, your foreheads touching.Â
He closed the gap this time, almost groaning in relief when he felt your mouth properly against his, something you both yearned for without realizing. His lips move against yours gently, savoring as much of you as he can. He nips your bottom lip and it has you and Jack smiling into the kiss. And then itâs a mess, teeth clashing, giggling, tongues lolling over another, one of his hands cupping your face and the other wrapped around your waist, but it feels like everything youâve ever wanted.Â
You pull back.Â
âI love you more.â
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If It All Fell
Pairing:Â Azriel x Reader
Summary:Â If it all fell apartâif you forgot who you wereâwould you love him again? Would the bond guide you back? Azriel doesn't know if that uncertainty is one he can bear.
Word count: 1.6k
Warnings: Nothing big in this one. Memory loss?? Overprotectiveness?? Azriel losing it (but not that much just yet)??
a/n:Â Hi this is going to be a series :) thank you for reading <3
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As you blinked through the haziness, a dull throb echoed along the base of your skull. You sat up abruptly, feeling rocks and twigs digging into the backs of your legs, and winced as several shouts attacked your senses. You recognized none of them.
Gods, your head hurt.Â
A few more blinks and the sun made an appearance, light assaulting your too-sensitive eyes. The leaves beneath your hands crunched and blew away in the balmy breeze, a few flecks of green still stuck to your palm as you brought it up to rub your head.Â
âDonât,â a feminine voice warned, and it was then that you pinpointed one of the shouts from earlier. But it was warmer now, calm. âDonât touch your head, y/n. Azriel and Cas are getting help.â
You scrunched your face up but obeyed the command, taking steady breaths to try and manage the pain. The woman in front of youâblonde hair, brown eyes, a fierce expressionâwas like no one you had ever seen before. She was so incredibly beautiful you werenât sure if you were actually awake.Â
You took a pause.Â
And then another.Â
Who was the last person you had seen?Â
âWhere am I?â you asked instead, trying to appear sane. Your voice sounded unfamiliar.Â
The womanâs expression pinched. âYouâre in Spring Court. You remember that, donât you? Rhysand sent us.âÂ
âRhysand?â you repeated, the name foreign on your tongue. âSent us for what?âÂ
âWell, we were supposed to be rallying Tamlin into re-fortifying his borders to win back the Summer Courtâs good graces, but that beast is an idiot. Forging agreements with witches was quite possibly the worst move he could have made.âÂ
âWitches?âÂ
âI know, unbelievable,â the blonde ranted, sitting back on her heels beside you. âWe came to help only to find out he had helped himself to the wicked. I knew he was distraught after Feyre, but to turn to this?âÂ
The pounding in your head was making it increasingly difficult to follow the tale the woman was spinning. Perhaps if you had more backstory, more information, you would understand what she was talking about.Â
Desperate for that connection, you winced as you asked, âUm, not to offend, but⊠who are you?âÂ
Her aggravated expression crumpled into one of shock and concern. Her mouth parted, her brows came together at a point, and then she shifted, bringing her hands to your shoulders. When you flinched at the touch, the woman pulled her hands back, her fingers curling into her palms. âYou donât recognize me?â she asked, trepidation lining her tone.Â
You shook your head, immediately regretting the action as pain shot up your neck.Â
âNot at all?â she whispered. When your face remained blank, she pulled her hands into her lap. âDo you know who you are?âÂ
Another lapse in silence.Â
âMy GodsâŠâÂ
Darkness materialized nearbyâswirling darkness. It reminded you of shadows and brought you a sense of peace for the first time since you opened your eyes.Â
But then people started emerging from the darkness, taking up space in the vast forest, and that peace collapsed. Two large men with wings stomped against the twig-covered floor, causing a raucous disturbance as they began hurrying an older woman out from behind them. They both spoke in low, rushed tones and you wanted all the sound to stop.Â
You ignored the womanâs directions from before and squeezed your head in your hands, your eyes snapping shut. It didnât work, and you hadnât expected it to, but Gods did your head hurt. It hurt and it was plagued by an impossible pressure that wouldnât seem to let up.
âMor, how long has she been awake?â one of the men asked. You felt him kneel beside you, felt him place rough, textured hands on your wrists in an attempt to pry your hands down. But he was gentleâso very gentle.Â
âAzriel, sheââÂ
âMor, if you could move aside. I need to look at her,â a much older voice chimed in.Â
There was shuffling around you, new hands pressing to your face. You heard whispering that you couldnât make out, and then the panic set in.Â
You didnât know these people. When you first woke up, the disorientation was focal; you were concerned about the pounding in your head and your whereabouts and that was it. But there were so many people here now, and you didnât know any of them.Â
You didnât know who you were. Did they know who you were? They had to.Â
âMajda, stop. Youâre scaring her,â the man beside you, Azriel youâd heard him be called, practically hissed.Â
Majda only hummed. âI am doing the job you brought me here to do. If I canât work around a mating bond I will send you away, Shadowsinger.âÂ
Your breath came out in faster huffs, each one deeper than the last. You opened your eyes to try and gain some footing in the situation, still keeping your hands glued to your head.Â
Your gaze went out before it went in, and you saw the blonde woman, Mor, beside a much larger man. His shoulder-length hair was messy and windswept, and he sent you a bittersweet, sympathetic smile that you couldnât replicate. He watched with furrowed brows as your eyes darted from him, to Mor, to the wide forest around you.Â
âI still donât see why we couldnât take her home first,â the man standing by the trees grumbled. âShe would be more comfortable there.â Â
âWe didnât want to move her with a head injury,â Azriel growled. âNot one from a witch.âÂ
His voice sent your attention towards him. Azriel was on his knees beside you, holding your wrists with his thumb circling the back of your hand in delicate strokes. He was painfully beautiful and you were left to wonder, yet again, if you were truly awake. When your gazes met, something foreign pulled at your ribs and the pressure sent an unexpected scream past your lips. You hunched over in a panic, yanking yourself away from those beside you.
That wasnât right. None of this felt right.Â
The older woman, Majda, cursed, staring after you as you pushed yourself further and further away. Each movement sent a new ache aflame in your head, but that didnât stop you because you needed to get away. Your feet kicked up dirt and rocks and your hands tore with the effort but this wasnât right.Â
Azriel reached you before you could hit the tree just inches from your back. He held your head in his own hands and locked you in his gaze, keeping you trapped in the yellows and browns and the flecks that joined them. He took exaggerated breaths, wings flared out to block out the sun, and then he began whispering.Â
It took a moment for you to understand the words, your heavy breaths mostly drowning them out.Â
Something swished in the distance. More whispering, more secrets.Â
âYouâre okay. Iâve got you.âÂ
When Azrielâs voice finally came through, it was like a lifeline.Â
âIâm here, my love. Youâre safe. I know it hurts, I know.âÂ
It was odd, finding peace in a stranger. The shadows that seemed to dance around him swirled into shapes that framed your skin, and some of the panic felt foolish in their presence. They twisted and curved, somehow amplifying the cool tone of Azrielâs voice as he promised you things you had no capacity to understand.Â
But he never stopped talking, not even when your gaze left his to follow his shadows instead. If anything, the action seemed to spur on the small beings more, and you wonderedâfor a brief momentâif he was controlling them.Â
Something like amazement seeped into your panic as you whispered, âWho are you?âÂ
You didnât know the man in front of you, that much was true, but he looked so⊠broken at your words. Something akin to pain clashed with his beautiful features as his jaw clenched to an unnatural degree. You were surprised that his teeth didnât crack beneath the pressure. You wondered what else he could withstandâwhat atrocities heâd seen to make his eyes turn so dark when you spoke your words out loud.Â
âNo,â Azriel growled, chin hooking over his shoulder. His wings pulled back to reveal a new man, but this one looked slightly different from the others. No wings, different eyes. âYou stay out of her head, Rhysand.âÂ
Rhysand. He was the one that had sent you here.
The concern on Rhysandâs face looked unnatural, like it didnât belong there. âAz, it could help. Let me help her.âÂ
âYou could make it worse. We have no idea what that witch did to her.â As Azriel spoke, shadows began to cover you more and more. Your sight became dim, your body camouflaged in darkness.Â
âLooking in could be the only way to figure that out.â The next bout of silence was uncomfortable. The pounding in your head persisted, exacerbating to the point of tears along your waterline. âI know what youâre feeling, Azriel. I get it. But I want to help her, brother. You know I would never hurt her.âÂ
A twig snapped beneath a boot.
Azriel growled low in his chest.Â
The pounding gave way to a sharp pain, and it made your senses lighter, less focused.Â
You couldn't remember ever passing out before, but you thought it might feel like this.Â
âStay away from her.âÂ
âShe doesnât remember you, Azriel.âÂ
A choked breath. âDonât touch my mate.âÂ
Darkness that surpassed the shadows finally granted you a reprieve from the pain.Â
Maybe you'd wake up and this would all make sense.
Part 2 âĄ
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three things
gojo satoru x fem!reader
summary: a fun trip to the grocery store (how do you raise children?)
warnings: a bit of anxiety, a bit too much of gojo
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year one.
"no, satoru."Â
how many times have you said that today?Â
how many times has satoru pouted--like he's doing right now--and put back whatever he'd plucked off the shelf, grumbling something about how you hated him or you weren't his mom or how he was the one buying everything?Â
oh, too many times to count. you stopped after five.Â
megumi rolls his eyes with you, already familiar with this routine, looking at everything in the cart again with the same analytical eye he's had since you all walked into the store. you're pretty sure he's counting the total cost.
it might be cute--the way his frown deepens just a little bit after each new item is added--if it didn't worry you completely.Â
because it's the first time you've taken the two of them to the store, and the first time you're trying to recall everything their eyes trail over, the things they want but neither of them will say.
you're trying to remember yourself as a kid--if you begged your parents for anything you could possibly want, or if you stood there and stared longingly. but your childhood has always been a dull memory you keep hidden in the attic of your mind.Â
so you're not sure what to expect.Â
because neither of them has asked for much, since the first night. tsumiki requested a notebook she could draw in, and megumi asked if you could get gojo to stop talking to him.Â
the first which you did immediately, even letting gojo get her some expensive pencils to draw with, the second which you... tried.Â
it hasn't been easy, the past few days. settling two kids into a dysfunctional house didn't exactly fit into your schedule for the week.Â
"why not?" satoru demands, walking right along slide you, pushing the cart because you'd forced him to. "we need dessert."Â
"there are seven different types of dessert already in there. i'm hiding at least three of those, by the way."Â
"i'll find them," satoru grins mischievously, but waves a hand. "we've got two extra people in the house now. i'm not just shopping for me. do you want them to starve?"Â
you roll your eyes, again. then pull on his hair, which he squeaks at. "you're only shopping for you. i've seen your pantries, you know. and i lived with you for three years. we all saw your grocery lists."Â
satoru is about to say something, but tsumiki giggles. maybe at the stupid way his face looks.Â
the way he's almost smiling, even in denial. how his eyes show from just behind his glasses, his brows moving like a separate entity on his face.Â
you haven't really talked to him, the past couple of days. nothing beyond a question about megumi's technique, or where the two of them went to school.Â
how long will it take before you finally ask him--
you look over to tsumiki, shaking your head at satoru and smiling back.Â
"megumi doesn't like sweets much," she adds to you, easily.
you add it to the mental list of things you know about them.
you look at the little boy, and he nods, looking straight ahead. his shoes catch on the ground every couple of steps like they don't fit right.Â
satoru gasps like this is an outrage. because not drinking straight sugar is offensive to him.Â
"what?" he asks, stopping all three of you so he can grab megumi by the shoulders. "were you cursed?" he inspects the boy carefully, peering over the glasses on his face.
megumi seems to sink back with each glance of his eyes, his face turning red.Â
"cursed to deal with you, maybe," you tell him, pushing him away from megumi. the boy fixes his hair--which had been pushed over his eyes--and glares at satoru.
"he doesn't like sweets?" the man repeats, mouth open, glancing at all three of you like he's not sure that any of you are sane.
"you say that as if you don't eat enough for all four of us."Â
"i need the calories," satoru whines, fluttering his eyelashes at you. you ignore him--and the funny way you feel about the gesture.
you look at both of the kids, observing the two of you closely, and give them a look. a look as in, he's crazy.Â
megumi swallows. "i like dango."Â
"great!" you nudge satoru to keep walking. "we'll get some."Â
"that's it?" satoru prods. "what about--"Â
you pinch his hip and shake your head, glaring at him when he pouts at you again.Â
you step on his heels as you walk through the aisles, still watching the kids with sharp eyes, trying to figure out anything they might want.Â
tsumiki murmurs something to megumi every once and a while, but beyond that, they only walk alongside you and satoru, stepping out of the way of any other adults that pass by.Â
honestly, you might as well have taken them to the park. they don't even glance at any of the shelves--except when satoru pushes one of them away to grab something. at least at the park, they'd be getting some fresh air.Â
after you sigh in--what? frustration? disappointment?--for the fourth time, satoru gives you a look, raising his brows. you shake your head.Â
he nudges you with his shoulder but doesn't say anything. whistling while he sneaks more sugar into the cart.Â
after the fifteenth minute of this, megumi falls in stride beside you and you look down at him. his eyes evade yours, focusing on the necklace you're wearing instead.
"um, i have to use the restroom," he says to you, soft and embarrassed.Â
"okay," you place a hand on his back, gently turning him around, "i think it's just over here," you say, listening as satoru follows along idly.Â
"me too," tsumiki says, trailing on your other side.Â
the store is almost completely empty, so you tell the two of them that you'll wait right outside the door, and lean against the wall, watching the both of them disappear.Â
satoru is already looking at you.Â
"what?" you groan, glaring at the doors.Â
"what what?"Â
you sigh. his voice is annoying. "why are you looking at me?"Â
satoru is too close for comfort, his arm brushing against yours--uncomfortably of course because he is the worst--without a care in the world. "what's up?"Â
"what do you mean?"Â
"why are you acting weird?"Â
"i'm not acting weird," you look at him, frowning.Â
he's wiping his glasses on his shirt--like he can actually see out of them--and looking at you quizzically. "oh, so you staring at tsumiki and megumi like they're a science experiment isn't weird?"Â
you ignore him and his stupid blue eyes.Â
"if i was doing that you'd push me down a flight of stairs, but okay..."Â
you sigh again, rolling your eyes. and then again. and then you relent because satoru's silence will inevitably break you. "they haven't asked for anything," you say, almost whining to him. "you told them they could pick out whatever they want."Â
satoru shrugs. "so they don't want anything."Â
"everyone wants something, satoru. especially kids."Â
"everyone?"Â
"yes. i'd expect you to know better than anyone," he laughs but you frown. "it's a human trait."Â
he smirks, leaning down towards you. "what do you want, then?"Â
you scoff, flicking his forehead. "i want them to feel comfortable. and i want you to stop bugging megumi."Â
"but he makes it so easy," satoru says, pretending to be innocent.
"you're the adult, here," you say, even though you don't really believe it--nor should you. "act like it."Â
"all the kid does is scowl," satoru complains. "i'm just trying to make him comfortable."Â
"by invading his space?"Â
"you stare from far away, i stare from up close."Â
"you antagonize."Â
satoru grins, crossing his arms, very pleased with himself. he's silent again.Â
the past year has almost made you forget that satoru knows you like this. he's always known how to keep you talking, how to read your face and your hesitant glances.Â
it's not like time could make him forget. it's not like you've forgotten anything about him.Â
"you aren't worried?" you ask, after a second.Â
"about the kids?"Â
"yes," you say, obviously, "that we're already messing something up."Â
he gives you a dubious look. "it's been four days."Â
and he's right. you can't expect to understand either one of them after seventy-two hours of merely knowing about their existence. but you don't know how to treat kids like these, because any mistake you make--anything you say--will inevitably come back to haunt you.Â
"it's--" you shake your head. satoru doesn't worry about anything, so you don't even know why you're bringing it up. "it's like when you play with someone else's kid and feel like you're breaking some unspoken rule. except this time we're the ones making the rules. there's no one to tell us if we mess up."Â
"i think megumi would tell us," satoru answers, almost sarcastically.Â
"he's the kid, idiot," you groan. "he doesn't know."Â
"rude," satoru is still grinning. "what could you have messed up, at this point? all you've been doing is asking them questions. that's pretty straightforward."Â
"maybe it's too much, too fast."Â
satoru snorts, shaking his head at you. "grocery shopping?"Â
"everything."Â
satoru raises a brow at you, watching as you deflate. you feel like each move you make takes a little more air out of you, and who's to say when you'll finally run out?Â
how many mistakes do you have to make to finally get it right?Â
and you know--and you know that he knows--that it's not just about them, but about you. is this too fast? is this too much?
satoru rests a hand on your head. "you're too in your head about this."Â
"well, i have to do it for the both of us."Â
he ignores that. "if they need something, they'll ask," the words are soft, genuine. he's completely sure like he always is. "you made it clear that we're just here to help. it's been four days."Â
you sigh, nodding reluctantly.Â
"we'll figure it out," he says, simply. "you don't need to worry about anything. i mean, i'm here, so..."Â
you push his hand away, glaring. "megumi doesn't even talk to you."Â
"hey, yes he does."Â
"to call you a freak, maybe. or tell you to shut up."Â
"don't be jealous of my relationship with megumi. we're bonding."Â
you roll your eyes but find a laugh making its way out of you.Â
he's always been good at this, too. making everything seem easy.Â
when tsumiki comes out of the bathroom door, she smiles at the sight of the two of you still there--both talking animatedly, with similar glares in your eyes. she settles in beside satoru, copying him as she leans against the wall.Â
"you think i'm great, don't you tsumiki?" satoru asks her, goading.Â
she nods immediately.Â
you snort and look away while tsumiki giggles when satoru leans down to smack a kiss on her cheek.Â
something inside of you warms, just briefly.Â
and then megumi comes out, rubbing his hands together. unlike tsumiki, he glares at satoru and chooses to stand beside you.Â
"okay," satoru clasps his hands together. "are you both ready to go?"Â
"um," you turn to him. "satoru we haven't--"Â
megumi nods immediately, looking a bit brighter at the prospect, and tsumiki furrows her brows, questioning.Â
"great! both of you pick out three things that you want and then we'll leave."Â
megumi glowers.Â
"three things?" you clear your throat. "they need more--"Â
"three things," satoru repeats, looking right at megumi while he says it. some words pass non-verbally between the two of them. you might have to tell satoru not to talk to megumi about anything without you. "we'll get everything else we need."Â
tsumiki runs alongside megumi and grabs his arm, which he allows, though you watch his eyes roll.Â
"go on," satoru shoos them away, smiling all proudly. when they're gone, he turns to you again. "there. now you don't have to worry about picking something they like."Â
and he reaches his hand to grab yours, as a simple habit.Â
satoru has never tip-toed around the line of physical contact. even with shoko, even when she would push him off.
something passes between the two of you. holding his hand is familiar; egged on by four years of standing alongside him.Â
you try not to flinch away from the contact.Â
and, sure, satoru probably just lost both of them in the store, and you don't actually have everything else you need, or know what those things are, but he's smiling at you.Â
he's trying to be reassuring.Â
so you smile back and let him hold your hand.Â
"we'll figure it out," he whispers to you, and you push the cart this time while the two of you try to find the children he just lost.
*
later that night--after forcing satoru to put away the groceries with the rest of you--megumi lets you sneak into his room with a (third) bag of candy that satoru grabbed last second, acting like you wouldn't notice.Â
"where's the best hiding spot for this?" you ask him, looking around.
it's pretty doubtful that satoru would risk going into megumi's room just to look for it. and, you're sure, that megumi probably wouldn't let satoru open the door, nonetheless go through his things.
the boy points at his dresser and moves some clothes so you can hide it at the bottom of one of the drawers. he doesn't even question your motivations.
as you back out of the room again, you make him promise not to tell, and, for a single second, megumi smiles back at you, crossing his heart.Â
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