#its the yunjin situation all over again...

[kaelily]

guys wake up genshin fandom's unfunny joke for the next three years dropped

[ghstzzn]

princess treatment | c.yj & k.th

pairing(s): choi yeonjun x f!reader x kang taehyun genre: smut, one shot, friends with benefits, porn with context warnings/tags: unprotected sex, threesome, multiple orgasms, rough sex, degradation, oral (m! rec), manhandling, mean doms!taejun, fingering, double penetration, yeonjun is taunting and chatty, taehyun is just mean. petnames (baby & princess) name calling (slut, whore & bitch) ++ clubbing, drinking … word count: 3.8k oops

summary: the birthday girl gets what she wished for.

You had two ideas in mind for how this night could end; either it ending with you blacking out and waking up with possible alcohol poisoning, or with you ending up in a stranger's bed getting the best (most mid) dick of your life.

Again, you had. 

Now, you found yourself playing with fire. Two tall, scorching hot fires. 

A dumb smile played on your lips as you went back and forth between Taehyun and Yeonjun throughout the night. Bending over to softly speak into one of their ears under the claim that the clubs music was too loud, or your touch that lingered on their arms and chest, giggling at whatever they said–even bending over in your tiny black skirt as you reached for your cup of overpriced liquor that you accidentally left on the other side of the table.

You’ve had your fair share of the two men, not knowing ever where your relationship stood with either of them. But, you couldn’t care less, you were young and having fun��plus, everyone and their mothers were aware that you occasionally fuck one of the two best friends. What they don’t know is that it’s been at least a month since the last interaction, physical and verbal, with both of them. 

It wasn’t a huge falling out with them, but it was awkward and eye opening (and very self destructive.) Simply put, you woke up one day and realized you needed to stop fucking two of your closest friends. Though, it didn’t go well with either Yeonjun or Taehyun.

The two were adamant about the entire situation not even meaning anything to them, and that friends could fuck and share their girls without any strings attached or hurt feelings. And while you agreed, you couldn’t hide the disappointment that lingered in your chest. After that conversation, you slowly distanced yourself from the two, hoping that fate would take it into its own hands and fix your friendship for you. They would regularly reach out to you and you wouldn’t always ignore them (you also took Yeonjun in a bathroom at some random house party but no one needed to know.)

You also couldn’t deny the way your body continued to crave them with each. passing. day. It was frustrating–the way you were scared of losing them but still had sinful dreams of them taking your body like it was nothing. Both of them. 

God, you needed them again. 

Tonight started out weirdly. One of your best friends, Yunjin, jokingly suggested you invite the two to your birthday party at the club, but the suggestion turned serious when she said, “wait, but like, what if they actually come?” “Plus, they’d surely open their wallets if they did show up. Just do it!” 

You should’ve expected them to show up though, they were or are some of your closest friends.

It was awkward for you at first, but it wasn’t long before your mind cleared and realized that; fuck it, its your birthday and you deserve to have a little fun. Your plans from earlier completely thrown out the window as your third eye opened and your chakra lined up (a.k.a you totally just wanted to fuck with the two the entire night, again, it’s your birthday and you’re just a girl afterall.)

“How much have you had to drink?” Taehyun asks, his hand on your knee as you sit as close as possible to him in the booth.

“Honestly, not much at all.” 

Taehyun nods slowly at your reply and you just send him a tight lipped smile. A new song starts playing, making you gasp and shout how much you loved this song. Before Taehyun could say anything, you stood up, using his upper thigh to help you stand. He takes a deep breath as he watches you skip away into the crowd, throwing your arms around your friend's neck. His gaze leaves yours, only to find Yeonjun who flickered his eyes between your figure and his own. Taehyun quickly gulps the rest of his drink down before standing, a plan forming in his own mind.

You knew exactly what you were doing

And if you thought they’d have moved on from you–oh, were you dead wrong.

You were quick to notice Taehyun's figure moving around the club, you couldn’t pin down his stone cold expression, whether he was upset or not–no one could know.

You tried to follow your eyes to where he was headed, but the crowded dance floor made it almost impossible. Taking a few deep breaths, you silently decide to tone it down and go back to dancing, hoping to avoid Taehyun and Yeonjun for at least an hour–or the rest of the night. 

But maybe your not-so-innocent game has backfired on you.

You didn’t know how much time passed, but the dance floor was starting to wear you out and you definitely needed a five minute breather. Tapping Yunjin's shoulder, you quickly shout that you were going to go grab a drink, she sends you a thumbs up and you squeeze your way out of the crowd. 

As you near the bar, you notice Taehyun and Yeonjun sitting next to each other. You reach the bar, quickly ordering a water and some random vodka mix. When you turn your head, your eyes meet Yeonjun's, who leaned back against the bar with an arm thrown over the back of the bar stool, sending you a sweet smile. Taehyun followed his line of vision, his eyes scanning over your body as he notices you. The bartender returns with your water and other drink, and feeling pressured by the two men’s gaze, you slowly make your way towards them.

“Ah, there’s the birthday girl!” Yeonjun greets you, “Where have you been, princess? Missed you over here.”

You set your drinks down next to theirs on the bar, throwing a thumb over your shoulder towards the dance floor. “Dancing. It hasn’t even been a full thirty minutes since I last saw the both of you.”

Taehyun takes a swig of his drink before replying, “Thirty minutes drags by when you aren’t running your hands all over the both of us every five minutes.”

You shyly avert your gaze from him, earning a chuckle from Yeonjun.

“Are you guys enjoying your night?” 

You face Taehyun again, expecting an answer from him. Yeonjun stands from his stool, stepping behind you, his breath hitting your ear. You shiver at the sudden closeness.

“That’s what you're curious about?” Taehyun questions, leaning back in his seat.

“Well, I-” 

Yeonjun cuts you off, “What happened to the handsy girl from earlier? Thought you were gonna come over here with more obvious neediness.”

You only bite your bottom lip in response, suddenly feeling hot with Yeonjun's hands ghosting over your waist and Taehyun's gaze burning into you. “Obvious?”

Taehyun lets out a dry laugh at your meak response. You couldn’t linger on his reaction with Yeonjun's fingers trailing down your back, his eyes falling on the miniskirt you were wearing. Suddenly, he pushes you towards Taehyun, softly but still enough to have you stabilize yourself with your hands on his thighs. 

“What’s wrong, princess? Feeling okay?” Taehyun asks. You look at him with confusion written all over your face.

Did he miss how Yeonjun practically threw you at him?

“I’m… fine?” You remove your hands from his thighs, earning a look from him that you can’t quite read.

Yeonjun lays the back of his hand against your cheek, his chest flush with your back. 

“You sure? You’re feeling hot,” he presses, “we should get you home.. Don’t want you getting sick here on your birthday, no?”

You turn halfway to face Yeonjun, blinking at both men. Taehyun was mumbling something about telling your friends that you’d be leaving and grabbing your bag while Yeonjun softly brushed a piece of hair behind your ears, smiling widely at you. 

Sat in between the two in the backseat of an uber, you fiddle with your bag nervously. Yeonjun made small talk with the driver as his hand laid on your thigh, his pinky finger drawing circles right under the hem of your skirt. Taehyun on the other hand had his arm rested against the car door, eyes fixed on your exposed thighs. You only stared straight at the windshield in front of you.

The drive back to Yeonjun’s high rise felt almost suffocating, and not exactly in a bad way. The stunt they pulled back at the club was enough to tell you what was happening next, but when you read their faces–you only see emotions that make you want to apologize.

Leaning into Taehyun slightly as Yeonjun continues his conversation with the driver, you catch his attention, “I’m sorry, by the way. I didn’t mean to gh-”

“Doesn’t matter now–we can talk about it later if it bugs you that bad.” He cuts you off. You nod and settle back against the seat, Yeonjun’s hand squeezing your thigh as he shoots you a small smirk. He leans back into the seat, ending his conversation with the driver, who ends up turning the radio up.

“You’ll show us how sorry you are, won’t you?” His lips graze your ear, each word sending goosebumps down your neck. 

When you don’t reply, he only asks again, traveling his hand further up your skirt reaching his fingers under the band of your flimsy underwear. You breathe out a small yes, drawing a chuckle out of Yeonjun, who places a kiss against your head.

“Good girl.”

Suddenly, Taehyun is grabbing your hand and helping you out of the car. The journey up to the apartment is a blur as you’re too busy trying to steady your pounding heart.

As soon as you enter the apartment, he throws your bag and any other belongings he was carrying onto the couch while Yeonjun has his hands firmly on your waist from behind. 

“I mean, seriously.” Yeonjun is barely centimeters away from your ears, his hands sliding up your waist to grab at the end of your skimpy top. “One moment she's completely ghosting her two best friends, and the next moment she's all over them like a whore.”

You gulp at his words, the insult going straight to your core. “That’s not–I wasn’t trying to gho-”

“Oh, no baby, it’s okay~.” There’s a pause. “Right, Taehyun?”

You look up from the ground, suddenly inches away from Taehyun. You were now sandwiched in between the two men.

“Get out of that head of yours. You’re the only one convincing yourself that this is wrong.” He repeats the same words spoken the night you brought it all up to them.

The one button holding your entire shirt together was undone in an instant and Yeonjun dragged the top down your arms slowly, making sure to trail his fingers along your skin.

“I’m sure she can make it up to us.” Taehyun replies flatly. 

“Don’t worry, baby, it’s your birthday–it’ll be enjoyable for all of us.”

Standing just in your miniskirt in between the two men only made you grow hotter and wetter. The tension and cold air makes your nipples harden and by instinct you bring your arms to cover yourself–but Yeonjun is quick to grab them, shoving them behind your back.

“Just do what you're best at and take it, yeah?”

Taehyun steps out of the way as Yeonjun pushes you by your trapped wrists towards his bedroom. As soon as you enter, he shoves you, letting go of you in the process. You sit at the edge of the large bed clenching your thighs together, the wetness in between them is starting to become uncomfortable.

Yeonjun lets out a mocking laugh, “sitting so pretty for us, so cute how you know your place already. Giving me deja-vu right now, princess.”

He walks closer to you, standing directly in front of you, grabbing your chin and tilting it upwards at him. Yeonjun jerks his chin up, motioning for you to scoot back and you obey with zero hesitation, leaning back on your elbows towards the middle of the bed. He quickly runs his hands up your thighs, grabbing the band of your panties and yanking them off in one swift moment. 

“She’s so wet, Taehyun.” He runs a finger down your soaking slit. “You were thinking about this back at the club weren’t you?”

You whimper as his fingers tease your core, slowly trailing from your clit to your hole. 

“Answer him.” Taehyun speaks up from behind you. You feel the bed dip and a hand wrap around your throat, his thumb pushes your chin up, forcing you to stare up at him. “Did I stutter? Answer his question.” 

He releases your chin and you look back at Yeonjun, who continues to play with you, an amused look on his face.

“Y-yes. Since the club…” You buck into his fingers. “Just wanted you both–so badly.”

Yeonjun shoves a finger inside of you, quickly curling his fingers drawing a gasp out of you. He was clearly pleased with your reply.

“What a whore..” Taehyun replies, voice low. “Ignored us for almost a month but quickly crawled back to both of us for some attention.”

His hand remained on your throat as Yeonjun kept pumping his fingers inside of you, adding another to stretch you out perfectly for them. You whine and lean back into Taehyun.

“Must’ve missed us badly, huh? Cunts squeezing my fingers like crazy.”

You choke out a moan when Yeonjun’s fingers curl into your sweet spot with each thrust of his hand, he smirks and lays his thumb on your clit, pushing you closer to your release.

“Mmm–more, please!” You whine out. He presses his thumb harder into your clit, jerking it in circles while he continues to work his fingers inside of you. 

You bite your lip and gasp out loud as you cum onto his fingers, he continues these actions until you're shaking against Taehyun, who still has a firm grip on your throat–his other hand teasing your nipples.

Yeonjun pulls his fingers out of you, tapping your lips with them. “Suck.”

You let him shove his fingers into your mouth, tasting yourself on him as you wrap around his digits. 

“So dirty.” Taehyun says, watching intently as you suck on Yeonjun's fingers desperately. “Turn around.”

Releasing Yeonjun's fingers, you slowly turn around, settling on your knees. Taehyun lifts himself off the bed, yanking his belt off and slowly unbuttoning his slacks. He lets go and motions for you to crawl to him. “Wanna keep putting that mouth to use?”

You nod, unzipping his pants and yanking them down along with his briefs just enough to release his hardened cock. He takes your head in his hands and moves you slightly as you pump him. Taehyun grabs your wrist and brings it to his own mouth and spits, wrapping your hand tightly around his cock. 

You continue to pump him before bringing your head down to take him in your mouth. Before you could do so, your hips are being lifted harshley and Yeonjun kneels behind you, grinding into your wetness with his own cock. 

“I didn’t tell you to stop.” Taehyun yanks your hair down to him. 

Yeonjun lets out a breathy laugh as he enters you, stretching you out so well as Taehyun pushes his cock into your mouth at the same time. 

You groan around him, slowly bobbing your head and wrapping your tongue around him. Yeonjun thrusts into you once more, finding his pace. The force of Yeonjun slamming into you has you throwing a hand against Taehyun's thigh, his hand in your hair stabilizing you even if it did hurt. 

Your whimpers send vibrations through Taehyun's cock, making him throw his head back in pleasure. Eventually, with the pace Yeonjun set, it becomes too much and Taehyun's left to fucking your mouth on his own.

“Can’t even put that useless–fuck! Mouth to work.” He groans, shoving your head down on his cock. Tears fall down your cheeks at the roughness of both men. “Have to fuck you like a bitch, huh?”

Yeonjun continues to pound into you, smacking your ass harshly as Taehyun degrades you. 

“She can’t have it any other way~.” Yeonjun calls out from behind you, letting out his own string of groans. 

Taehyun suddenly thrusts into your mouth, causing you to choke around his cock. He only lifts your head to repeat the act. “Gonna swallow like a good girl?”

You nod quickly and he thrusts a few times before releasing deep into you mouth, you quickly force yourself to swallow so you don't start choking. Taehyun slips out of your mouth and releases your hair, dropping your head straight into the mattress. 

Yeonjun take this advantage to fuck you more roughly, his hips slamming against your ass as he fucks you into the mattress. “Waited weeks for this–fuck, baby, taking me so well.”

“Mmm–cumming!” You practically scream against the comforter of his bed, “Please please please.”

Immediately, you’re regretting even speaking up because Yeonjun quickly pulls out, ripping away your second orgasm. You weakly lift yourself up, “W-why? Was so close..”

“Shut up,” He says as he flips you over, “Y’talk too much.”

He enters you once more with one swift thrust, sliding in out of your wetness at the same pace as before. “You should be more grateful, Y’know? Shouldn’t–ah.. even let you come at all.”

Your release quickly builds back up with the new angles Yeonjun thrusts into you at. Gripping his forearms, you whine something almost incoherent as you cum around his cock. He only continues his pace until his hips are stuttering.

Yeonjun quickly pulls out, pumping himself a few times before his warm seed is landing on your tits and stomach. 

You barely get a second to breathe before Taehyun is sitting you up from behind. You let him lift you, your naive mind thinking they were done with you, bringing your own hands to wipe at the cum covering your torso.

Yeonjun smacks your hands away, “looks better that way.”

Taehyun continues lifting you up until you're settled on your knees once more and Yeonjun shoots you a sly smile, tapping your cheeks with his fingers before spinning you to face Taehyun. 

You give him a confused look as he spreads your legs with his own, lining his cock up to your entrance. 

“You didn’t seriously think we were done, did you?” He asks with a low voice, grinding his tip over your sensitive bud. “Wanna act like a slut–you get fucked like one.”

He doesn’t give you a chance to respond before sliding inside of your warmth, but he doesn’t move. Taehyun only sits still as if he was waiting on something–or someone.

Your eyes widen when you feel Yeonjun prodding at your entrance, “nngh–wait! Wont fit” 

You turn your head to face Yeonjun, who doesn’t pay attention to your cries. Taehyun roughly grabs your chin to face him again. 

“Don’t complain, you’ll take it.” 

“It won’t.. You guys are t-too big.” You whine out.

Yeonjun coo’s at you from behind, slowly sinking his cock into you. Hot tears fall down your cheeks at the stretch. “Awe ~. Too big, huh?”

“Don’t act like you don't know the words to make this all stop.” 

Yeonjun finally bottoms out inside of you, ripping a loud groan from your throat at the feeling of being stuffed full. Your head falls against Yeonjuns shoulder as Taehyun slowly starts to move. 

Your body jolts with each thrust delivered from both men inside of you. Nothing but moans and whimpers escape your lips–never feeling this full in your life. Yeonjun and Taehyun were practically splitting you in half with both of their cocks, and you’re sure they aren't holding themselves together any better right now. 

Taehyun hisses as he sets a pace for him and the man thrusting from behind, “s’fucking tight.”

You grip Taehyun's shoulder, an attempt to stabilize yourself because despite being sandwiched between the two–you still felt like you were going to fall over at any moment. You attempt to pull yourself to sit up straight, but two thrusts that were delivered was enough to knock you back into Yeonjun’s chest, who lets out a breathy laugh. 

“You like this? Being filled so good–,” Yeonjun growls into your ear, “letting us fuck you however we want?”

You whimper in response, grip tightening on Taehyun’s shoulders. 

“Can’t even respond,” Taehyun mutters, grabbing your cheeks roughly, “use your fucking words. Wanna hear it–tell us how good we’re fucking you.”

“Yesyesyes! S-so good, wanted this–fuck!” 

“C’mon, baby, it’s not that hard.”

“Wanted it for so long..! Both of you–ah. Like this.” Your words are just as pathetic as the moans you let out. “Please, fuck!”

The grip Taehyun has on your hips is bruising as he continues to thrust roughly into you, Yeonjun doing his best to keep up with his friends pent up aggression, despite his second release nearing. 

“Fuck–gonna cum.” Yeonjun pants. “Inside her.”

Taehyun slightly slows down as Yeonjun’s thrusts get sloppier. It’s not long before he’s stuttering and releasing inside of you, not wasting a second before pulling out to save himself from the overstimulation due to Taehyun's brutal pace. 

The man still inside of you groans loudly before taking the chance and pushing you down onto the bed, manhandling your legs over his shoulders sloppily and fucking you deep into the mattress. Taehyun lands a smack onto your thigh and moves his other hand to your clit, rubbing at it with his thumb. 

Your stomach bubbles up with the familiar heat and you cry out at the sensation. You try your hardest to alert the man of your orgasm, and you aren’t even sure if you could get the words out before clenching around him and cumming hard. 

Taehyun continues to fuck into you, chasing his own release. You plead and whine that it’s too much but he doesn’t slow down once. His hips start to stutter as he bends your legs into your body, sloppily thrusting as he nears his orgasm.

“Fuckkk–.” He groans out before releasing deep inside of you. Taehyun rocks his hips a few more times before slowly pulling out, dropping your legs and sitting back on his knees to catch his breath.

“Took it like a whore, didn’t you?” You hear Yeonjun ask you, mockingly of course. Too tired to respond, you only pant and nod your head, giving him the response he wants.

“Good girl.” He chuckles. “Just means you can take more.”

[nsfwruru]

Can you do a perv g!p Sakura x innocent fem 6th member?? I honestly can’t describe anymore lol so yea 😭

Idol!Miyawaki Sakura (g!p) x Idol!reader

Sakura has gotta be the most perverted mf you’ve ever lived with, she’s stealing your shit, thinking about you, all the while she’s rubbing one out. She also literally can’t keep her hands to herself, and needs to be checked out for like brain damage or something.

cw: smut, porn with plot (pervy!sakura, dubcon?, creampies, riding, mentions of hentai, dom!kkura, cumplay, thigh fucking, eating out), not proofread, naive!reader, reader is part of lesserafim but generally only lives with sakura

Sakura Miyawaki, being generally the same age as her, you thought you’d both have a lot in common, I mean at face value you both did. You loved music, started your career at a young age, was more secluded from the rest of the functioning world than others, loved manga and anime alike, everything was so compatible between the two of you! It was almost a match made in heaven when it was time to choose the dormitory situations, and you both chose each other of course.

Naturally having moved in together, the first few weeks weren’t all that bad as you found yourself hanging out with her a lot more. Either that be cooking together after a long practice, sitting on her lap while she played overwatch, and even helping her out with the laundry and such. You thought all was going well until suddenly after all those affectionate moments and bonding times, she abruptly stopped hanging around you. Being more reclusive day by day, and being glued on her phone, or glued on her computer, completely ignoring your existence in the dormitory.

This was also around the same time some of your nick-nacks went missing, for example it was something small like maybe a hair tie you left on the counter, or even towels you left outside to dry after a shower. It wasn’t all that concerning cause you could always get another towel or hair tie, but you found it especially odd that even some of your clothes and undergarments went missing.

Whenever you asked your sweet darling roommate about it, she’d brush it off, saying something along the lines of. “Oh look at you being forgetful again!” Or “Maybe Yunjin or Zuha took em’ you know how they are.” Only for the missing items to return back to its rightful spot days later, as if nothing had ever happened.

But don’t fret, she was still that lovable older sister figure whenever you where on set, or whenever you did shots with the other girls, making sure the coddle you the most in front of other people. She would’ve even chew other people out whenever they tried coming close to you, almost as if she was a guard dog protecting her precious bone. Which made your emotions conflict even more whenever you’d arrive back home and try to be friendly, just for her the shoo you away and retreat back to her room to play games or whatever.

You genuinely thought she hated you all of the sudden behind closed doors, although little did you know that presumption was oh so wrong. She didn’t want you to know that whenever those bedroom doors lock, Sakura would pull out the latest new item she’d stolen from you and take a whiff of your scent off of it.

If it was something that was easily moveable, she would wrap it around her thick length, while reading one of those filthy mangas she loved so much, thinking it was you fucking yourself on her dick, instead of this uncomfortable towel fabric. She had no common decency, having no concern that she was cumming all over your stuff, while reading hentai, while thinking about you. Sakura literally didn’t even care if you heard you or not, even when you are at home, working on your journal or something, she’s groaning out your name.

Even then you were so concerned that you did something wrong, that you started going out and getting groceries to cook for her every night. Sometimes being so exhausted from practice you’d cook her a nice hot meal she’d love so much, and pass out on your bed. Sakura noticed all your efforts but instead of telling you that she was never mad in the first place, she’d continue the charade and let you do girlfriend things to please her and make her happy again, just because it turned her on even further.

She wanted to see how far you could go to make her happy, that she started calculating every speech and movement she did to see if you’d pay attention to what she wanted you to do. Moreover, Sakura had learnt these tactics from one of her highly exploitative mangas, using typical methodical porn tactics to fuck with your innocent little brain.

Sakura would subtly hint that she wasn’t gonna be mad at you, unless you started wearing those skimpy maid dresses that she bought you. And being the innocent people pleaser you were, you’d change out of your normal house clothes into the ones she gave you, under the guise it was “normal japanese pajamas.” Not being as chronically online as her, you thought nothing of it, slowly starting to wear the costumes she got you…all the time.

She felt like she was living her most deprived fantasies through you, for her, you were practically just a walking sex doll she couldn’t touch, not just yet. After all of this, she was starting to warm up to you again, little did you know this was all part of the plan to get you fucked up on her.

Ever single moment you spent trying to please her, the harder she got by the moment, it was hard to keep her boner under wraps whenever you’d wear those cute little short skirts while you sat nicely on her lap. Or how she’d subtly grind, and dry hump your ass whenever you were bent down cooking in the kitchen. All of these factors where things you choose to ignore because this was all for your precious roommate.

Sakura, being the perverted oldest she was, would sneak into your room at night, and take raunchy photos whenever she could whenever you slept. All to scurry back to her bedroom and use it as fap material once more.

It all came to a boiling point when you were rubbing your ass against her innocently, during one of her classic shooter gaming sessions. Her microphone which was on while she talked with her other teammates, was all of the sudden off. She began to place the headphone down onto the desk slowly letting it rest it atop the table.

With a lack of communication she lifted your waist off her hips and back down onto the exact placement of her rager was “Fuck Y/N baby, I can’t hold it anymore, don’t you know how hard you make me?” Sakura would bite back, watching you grind over her cock slowly, urging you to feel her.

“Kkura—! What the hell are you doing? Let go of me, it feels weird.” You’d plead, not liking the sensation it was bringing you whenever your cunt would graze upon her fabric boxers. Which was the only thing she would wear whenever she’d asked you to sit on her lap.

It didn’t make the situation better when you realized her hardened cock covered in a light piece of fabric, was making direct contact with your underwear as you had been forced to put on such skimpy skirt. The friction causing you to dig your nails into her knees, causing a halt to any further movement, this obviously ticked Sakura off, as her hands slid their way to her waist, digging into your skin harshly.

“Shit, don’t stop moving you dumb fuckin’ whore, your the one who’s been making me feel this way all the time, don’t you think I need a little compensation?” Sakura groaned, pulling down her boxers to reveal her hardened cock, she didn’t take a single second of waste, before sliding it in between your thighs and right in front of you slick panties, which was damp with wetness from your cunt. Instead of fucking you brainless here and now she wanted to take her sweet time.

Slowly thrusting into your thighs like a dirty dog, she leaned you over her keyboard as she continued to pleasure herself. Using your plush thighs almost like a fuck toy, she was letting out the purest, loudest groans she could ever formulate. The way her length worked its way in and out of your thighs as she held you up, fucking into you, letting the precum build on top of the tip of her cock, made the dampness of your panties darken. “Kkura, wait this is wrong— we shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Well you shoudnt have been teasin’ me this whole time bitch. Walking around all dolled up with those dresses I gave you— hah, fuck that’s good.” She groaned, unable to finish her words as she quickened her pace, working her way into your thighs, only imagining if it was your sweet pussy instead, but cumming on your thighs was good too. “Oh shit! Fuck!” She grunted out, rutting into your thighs.

Her cum splattered all over your stomach and thighs, fucking slowly into you as she finished, her wet, sticky, fluids plastered all over your freshly cleaned body made you sick to your stomach. You didn’t know your roommate, let alone your member was capable of doing something like this, despite repeatedly telling her not to. Before you had time to react and wipe all the shit off of you, she’s pulling your panties down hungrily.

“Sakura! Enough!” You pleaded with her, all the while she’s rolling her eyes at your demands, because how can a slut like you ask for anything. Sakura brings you up and pushed you down on the desk, having no concern that your tits are literally resting on the keyboard and your face is almost pushed up against the monitor screen. She’s been waiting for this moment her whole entire life, but she isn’t cruel, she wants to get you prepped up before she fucks you so good you can’t walk anymore.

Bringing her face down to your pussy, she begins to do soft kitten licks onto the folds, examining each and every crack as she spreads you wide open. Her tongue darting into wherever it can, trying to bring all the juices out from you as a sort of lubricant for what she was going to do next. Finally after eating you out for what seemed like hours, and letting you cum on her tongue a couple of times, she left one last kiss before pulling away. “Mhm baby, I think you’re all ready now.” Due to your own pleasure you failed to notice how she was jerking herself off every time she made contact with your pussy, cumming whenever you were, completely just enthralled with the view.

Bringing herself back up and lining her dick into your entrances, she lets out a low, instinctual growl, before slowly pushing herself in. The mix of your already overstimulated body, and her unexplainable girth, caused you to shake uncontrollably, your head peeking up when she fully bottomed herself out into you. “Ah! Fuck— mmpfh— Kkura!”

Your words were slurred, her name rolling off your tongue so easily, with every thrust a new hiccuped moan would intervene. The noises of skin slapping one another, and the gushes of your inside made Sakura want to bust in you then and there, though, she desperately wanted to hear more of you. Sakura rolled her eyes back from how nicely you were taking her at that moment, pounded into you until it was nothing but your voice calling out to her that filled the room.

“Shit, your so tight, fuckin’ whore” She grunted underneath her breath, each word following a harsh slam into your cervix. Her breathing became more rugged as she continued, the pounding less calculated, and the knot in your stomach threatened to unwind. Taking a fist full of your hair into her palms, Sakura pushed your head onto the monitor screen, giving her the ability to push deeper into your guts you didn’t know she could reach.

Your body, one that was once filled with so much pain and discomfort, was now truly fully consumed with pleasure and ecstasy. The squelching noises filled the room, her names rolled off your tongue so easily, “Saku, mhm…”

She had no choice but to use this as leverage, maybe even confirmation that you wanted this too, her boner twitching at the thought of doing this again, and again… and again. Sakura, pulled her hands up towards your face and inserted her fingers into your mouth, as you felt her climax come closer and closer.

Your hips grinded all over hers, liking the way her dick warmed up every single inch of you, until your felt your knees buckle at the sensation. “Mpphm!” You moan out, your sounds muffled by Sakura, as her fingers where still pushed into to base of your tongue, making you unable to formulate coherent sentences. Your juices coating her member, leaving a slight stream of wetness running down your leg as Sakura fucking you through your high.

“Good girl, cum— cum for me baby.” She groaned, continuing to fuck into your overstimulated cunt until she reached her sweet release. With a few more heavy slams, you felt Sakura’s ruthless rhythm falter, she took the primal instinctive to pull you up by your hair, watching you intently as she dumped the rest of her cum inside of you.

Pushing your lips together as she bottomed you out, still yanking at your hair, she let a glob of spit run into your mouth as she pulled away. Pushing your head down to the monitor once more as she got up, and off of you, the sensation of her living your gummy insides sent a shiver down your spine, but you where too fucked out of your mind to comment on that. “Fuckin’ slut, took this long to fuck you when you clearly wanted it as much as I do.”

She stood up and grabbed her boxers, pulling them back onto herself before taking in the sight in front of her. The roommate and bandmate she so desperately wanted to fuck for months, was sprawled onto her gaming desk like this was an artwork in itself. “Shit bitch you look good like this, get ready for tomorrow, I wanna do this again.” She chirped, leaning down to look at your dazed state before leaving a peck on your forehead, pulling away and scurrying out of the room like nothing happened.

[earlysunshines]

just pretend(?)

danielle marsh x fem!reader ; angst, fluff

synopsis: your coworker can’t seem to fall out of love with you so you convince your best friend to fake date you. sometimes the “fake” seems a little too real.

warnings: PINING!!! ; danielle is touchy and wonderful and reader is a mess ; kinda all over the place?? I'm also a bit iffy ab the pacing on this one ; bit of angst near the end ; alcohol ; anything else not mentioned ; not proofread… none of my fics are…

a/n: this is based off my life rn bc my friend and i r literally fake dating so my coworker can stop being in love w me and i just HAD to turn this into a fic like what (but most of this is exaggerated ofc esp the whole coworker thing I made her a little over the top on purpose for the plotLOL)

"absolutely not." hanni looks disgusted, almost appalled with that stupid expression on her face. “you’re crazy.”

"please, i'll pay you." you beg, clasping your hands together and giving her your best puppy eyes.

"you're going to scare the hoes away... no, no, and no.”

"what ‘hoes’ hanni? when is the last time you've talked to a girl." you groan and pinch the bridge of your nose.

she sticks her tongue out at you, then responds, “you wouldn’t know…”

“dumbass the only reason i’m begging is because women do want me. please, it’s not going to be serious or anything—“

“i don’t care, the answer is no. ask someone else!”

you’re currently perched on the edge of your best friend's bed, practically begging for help. you seem to have a knack for attracting the strangest types of people, and this time, it’s your coworker who’s got severe attachment issues and an unhealthy level of codependency. all you wanted was a paycheck and simplicity, but now you find yourself in a situation you never asked for.

your best friend groans again, “you and your flirting… it gets you into this shit time and time again and the way you act… you know what you’re doing.”

“what?”

“shut up, you act gay and you know people fall for that. i’m not gonna help you because you want to be an asshole, if you could just be normal for once—“

“fuck you.” you flop onto her bed, shutting your eyes and rubbing your face. “i’m just nice and it’s fun to flirt! it’s nothing. i flirt with my friends and you all the time, they’re fine with it.”

“that’s because they’re straight, y/n. gay people are very vulnerable – except me.”

“you would know.” you retort, earning a glare from hanni. “who the hell do i ask then?”

“haerin?”

“she wouldn’t.”

“yunjin?”

“we don’t match, plus, she dates around.”

“sakura?”

“edating someone right now, some girl in france?”

“the hell?”

“i know.” you sigh louder and hanni just looks at you with slight, playful disgust. “what do i do.” you flop your hands onto the mattress and stare up. “dude, she’s too obsessed, i’m flattered because i mean, maybe i’m attractive and whatnot but this is just–”

“--delusion at its peak.” hanni clicks her tongue, now smiling at you; an idea pops up in your best friend's big head. you turn to face her, raising a brow. “how about dani? she’s literally perfect.”

danielle marsh is perfect, that’s the problem.

she’s a biology major whose ipad pro notes are so neat and pleasing to the eye that they genuinely keep you awake at night – most of it being because you’re leeching off her, but they’re so neat it really has you thinking how she does it all. 

to make things even more bewildering (and impressive), she’s one of two people you know – you’re unsure whether your cousin hyein counts, high school is nothing compared to what you endure – who manages to get at least eight hours of sleep daily. in contrast, everyone else in your circle, including yourself, is barely hanging on by a thread. 

yet, danielle seems to have cracked the code. she even finds time to volunteer at the library where she works, making you wonder if she’s some sort of extraordinary being. her ability to balance everything so effortlessly leaves you in awe, often questioning if she’s even real considering how remarkable she is.

the worst part is that she’s your best friend, right after hanni, and the person you’ve been crushing on since your first semester of university. 

it’s impossible not to have a crush on her—she’s gorgeous, sweet, and embodies everything you could ever want and more. she’s captivating, and every time you see her she flashes that stupid, adorable smile that makes your heart do a flip regardless of how many times you’ve convinced yourself that she’s unattainable and that there’s no way and that you don’t even like her and–

“i couldn’t.” you shut hanni down, quick. “she’s… you know.”

hanni furrows both brows, turning her head. “she’s what?”

“you know.” you make some strange gesture with your hands that only confuse hanni further. 

“i don’t, just fake date her.”

“she wouldn’t agree.”

“sure she would, let me call her!”

you shoot up and look at hanni with an expression that screams ‘are you out of your mind?’ as she finds danielle’s contact on her phone. 

before you can stop her, you hear a ringing sound and feel your body give up. hanni grins at you when danielle picks up five seconds later, both of you hearing a friendly, “hi!” as you back away from her.

“hey mo dani!” hanni greets, giving you a shit eating smirk. “miss l/n has a question for you.”

“she’s with you?” danielle’s voice is sweet like honey even from the phone. “hi!”

“hey!” you greet a little awkwardly, glaring at hanni. 

“y/n was wondering if you could date her.” 

eyes widening, you leap and grab the phone from hanni immediately, sputtering out jumbles of words nervously, “n-no! i mean, yeah… but not for real.” 

“oh,” you hear danielle respond lowly from the end of the phone. “wait, i’m confused.”

hanni watches you close your eyes tightly, clearly flustered and thrown off by her little antics. 

“y/n came over to ask me to date her, not actually, but just like, pretend.” hanni explains, “her coworker is still in love with her.”

“sarah?” you hear from the other end of the phone. “i thought you rejected her like, three months ago.”

“i did, but she’s still… ugh.” you flop onto the bed again and danielle hears hanni laughing in the background. “she’s still stuck on me i think, i don’t know, she’s been so…”

“if it’ll stop bothering you then i’ll help!”

“you will?” you respond, shocked. hanni mouths an i told you, then gets shoved. 

“yeah! i don’t want my best friend being so bothered, it must make you uncomfy too, right? working with someone who likes you?”

you start to wonder if danielle would be uncomfortable in a similar situation, maybe in one where she’s friends with someone who likes her, but she’s unaware of that. you shake your head, clearing your mind and staying present.

“kind of, it’s just… extra stress.”

“okay, then let’s date!” she beams, you can picture her eyes scrunching and smile growing. you want to die (affectionate) just thinking of it. “this should be fun!”

“thanks for helping out dani, thanks so much. i’ll let you be, okay? gotta go um… run errands.” 

“alright! just text me, bye, love you.” the call ends and you sigh again, feeling yourself sink deeper into hanni’s sheets.

hanni is very much your mortal enemy, she still doesn’t know why you’re so distraught because of danielle. whatever the reason may be, it makes her cackle next to you.

–

it’s nine in the morning, you didn’t have time to pregame the lecture on microbiology with at least three shots of espresso, and you’re yawning as you leave the room.

you hear your name being called out and turn to see no one other than the feeling of hot chocolate on a cold, snowy day turned into a person walking towards you – danielle.

“hey! hi.” she greets, smiling wide. her hair is clipped up and small strands of her hair stick out cutely. “hey baby.” 

you almost choke. “what?”

“did you forget we’re dating now?”

“oh.” dating, but is it even that if it’s not real? “um, hey babe?” it comes out uncertain and danielle laughs.

“wow, you suck at this – it’s okay, we’ll work on it.” she giggles, then links her arms with you. “let’s go get coffee, i need it in my system right now. oh my god, it’s our first date!”

laughing to hopefully fade away all signs of being flustered to oblivion, you tighten your arm that’s locked with hers. “right, yeah.”

you’re going on a ‘date’ with the prettiest girl on campus, she’s paying for your iced americano with oat milk splashed into it, and she’s smiling at you like you’re laughter in the rain. this can’t be good for you, it can’t be — it’s not. you wonder whether this will be worth it in the end because your coworker doesn’t even know about any of it.

(yet.)

–

before your next shift with your delusional coworker, you and danielle have already conjured up a storyline and backstory for your whole arrangement.

you two conversed for an hour after walking towards the park near her apartment and sitting down next to each other on the swings like kids. danielle was giggling and you were smiling at how charming she looked. unfortunately, you found yourself falling even harder for her just from making up the whole fake story.

danielle suggested keeping it simple, but cute: you two met at the library she worked at, you found her cute and exchanged numbers, went on a few dates, and have been girlfriends for nearly two months.

“but i literally told sarah that i wasn’t looking for anything.” you explain, sighing as you kick the mulch on the ground. that’s what you had said, but what you meant was that you’ve been looking for danielle the whole time. “she won’t believe it.”

“well,” danielle gives you a cheeky look and giggles. “i managed to charm you in a way that pushed that whole idea aside. that’s not too unbelievable, right?” she winks at you and you feel your heart stop momentarily.

you scoff playfully and snicker, “oh shut up.”

“it’s part of the story! are you saying i have no charm…”

she has too much charm. 

“dani, you’re such a dork.”

“a dork that caught your heart! i think this story is perfect.”

pushing aside the slight ache in your heart and the flush in your cheeks, the two of you formulate a first date story: you took her out bowling, where you lost terribly to her (danielle insisted this detail had to be included), and then you both had dessert together at your place. 

it’s not a terrible story, not at all. even hanni would be impressed, but you’re not going to tell her because she’d tease you both relentlessly, and you’re not sure your heart could handle that.

–

danielle walks you into work holding your hand, your coworker, sarah, watches the whole thing.

a pretty girl (pretty is an understatement in your opinion) smiles at you while walking you in, she’s telling you about the little kids she read to the other day and you can’t help but marvel at the excitement coursing through her.

she drops you off near the register right before the small ‘employees only’ sign, then holds both of your hands and looks at you like you’re a flower that’s just bloomed beautifully.

she pauses, observing you closely, then smiles wider. “okay, i’ll get going sweetheart.” the pet name makes you swallow subtly. “have fun at work!”

she takes her hands away from yours, making your skin feel a little colder. “bye, see you.”

danielle glances at your coworker, who’s looking at her with something mixed with confusion, anger, and a hint of disgust. she then looks back at you – a better sight in her opinion – smiling and waving once more before walking away.

you stay there, frozen for a few seconds, before walking behind the counter and setting your bag down.

as you grab your apron, you catch sarah in your peripheral and turn to greet her. “oh, hey.”

“who was that?” she asks immediately. “what’s up with the ‘sweetheart?’”

you grin as while tightening the lace of your apron, then respond, “my girlfriend.” and it feels wonderful rolling off your tongue.

“what? i thought you didn’t want anything?”

“you still in love with me or something?”

she feels her throat dry as she looks at you pat down your apron. “w-what?” she stutters, shaking her head. “no, why would i be…” her tone isn’t convincing, and neither is she when she adds, “it’s just… what’s with the change of heart?”

“she’s really charming,” the thought of danielle begging you to mention that makes you blush. “i like her a lot.”

sarah fights back a frown, instead, her lips twitch into a forced smile as she walks past you to tend to a customer.

–

danielle picks you up from work just to tighten the knot, and sarah also witnesses all of it.

both you and your coworker get off at closing, and after locking the doors, you run into danielle. 

she’s standing outside in a baby tee and jeans, a cap perched jauntily on her head. the moment she sees you, her face lights up into a pretty smile, and you instinctively return it. she rushes over, wrapping her arms around you in a warm hug. as she pulls back, she scans you with a playful yet affectionate gaze, her eyes lingering on you with a mixture of admiration and curiosity.

“sweetheart! i missed you.”

“i missed you too dani– baby…” you mutter the last part shyly, making danielle giggle. “you came? it’s late.”

“i wanted to pick you up, can your girlfriend not do that?”

it still sends a shiver down your spine – hearing danielle call you that. you rub the back of your neck and look away nervously, then respond, “of course not, i’m just surprised.”

sarah looks at the two of you, scoffing under her breath. danielle hears it, turning to look at her and grin, raising her brows along with it before meeting you again. she places a hand on your shoulder, then mumbles, “well, hanni called us over, i wanted to scoop you.”

“ohhh,” it makes sense now, she wouldn’t willingly pick you up just because of the whole ‘fake dating’ thing, there had to be a motive. “alright. i can drive? if you’d like, you know. you must be tired from work too.”

“aw, you’d do that?”

“i um,” you cough, avoiding her eyes again because she’s making you feel all flustered without doing much. “yeah, it’s nothing… baby…”

she grabs your hand, fingers intertwining before dragging you along to her small suv, then handing you her keys. 

your coworker groans now that you two are further, narrowing her eyes at danielle when she turns back not so subtly to make sure sarah is looking. any normal person would back off, getting the hint that the person they want is unavailable, but sarah sees it as a challenge, somehow.

there’s nothing she can’t achieve when she puts her mind to it, that’s her mindset.

you’re oblivious to how insane she is, too clouded with how touchy and giggly danielle is after the whole interaction when teh two of you get in the car.

–

danielle sits besides you on hanni’s couch, leaning against you a bit. “yeah, she gave me a glare, it was kind of funny.”

“pftt– i guess it’s working then?” hanni asks, walking over to hand you two juice from her fridge. danielle takes it happily and it makes you smile a little. 

“i hope so.” you sip on your peach juice. “but she’s like, clinically insane.”

“is she?” danielle questions, tilting her head as her hand finds its way to your bicep. you blush.

“dude, she was crazy.” hanni rubs her temple. “like, oh my god, she was going insane for a good while because y/n didn’t want her like that. i saw their messages and–”

“okay i’ll tell the story thank you.” you scoff. “she’s really competitive, and i guess new to romance? considering how she reacted i don’t know, she’s very…”

“sensitive?” danielle asks – you shake your head.

“i mean no, but kind of. she would get jealous over me really easily and was kind of codependent, like everything i do affects her or something. i’d just go on my day, but she’d always be so reliant on me and text me so often and i just… it’s so much.”

“ah, i see. how long has it been since you rejected her?”

“a few months. i thought she stopped liking me since it’s been so long, but lately there’s been tension and she’s looking at me how she used to…” hanni listens closely as she watches you rub your forehead, looking a little distraught. “i just, oh my god she has terrible attachment issues it’s concerning. the only thing i could think of was pretending to date someone.”

danielle nods in understanding.

“yeah, one time i went to see y/n at work and she looked so like… hostile. that’s not normal, we’re visibly friends.” hanni adds.

you know the exact afternoon that it happened, what hanni mentioned that is. 

she had pulled up to drop something off, and you teasingly flirted with her, hugging her as thanks. afterward, you rang up one of her orders and played with her fingers, a little habit you had developed to annoy her. despite the evident look of disgust and annoyance on hanni’s face, your coworker—who allegedly liked you a bit too much—looked like hanni had just slapped you in the face or spat at you.

long story short, hanni glanced over to see the coworker glaring at her menacingly. in response, hanni poked at you once more before hurrying out with a latte in her hand, confused and slightly terrified.

“yeah she’s… got a bitch face.”

“it’s not normal to glare at people that simply interact with your coworker…” danielle mumbles. “i’m sorry to hear that.”

you wave your hand, giggling lightly. “it’s nothing, really. i mean, i just don’t want her to be so obsessed and stuck on me, i think us pretending to date should tame the fire.”

pretending. 

the word makes both you and danielle tense up.

–

you clock in again, greeting sarah. 

she smiles brightly at you, waving and you have to make a little gesture to remind her there’s a customer in line. sarah turns away bashfully, then takes the man’s order with a hint of attitude. you’re not very fond of that.

he orders an americano, so you immediately get to work, weighing out grinds of espresso, tamping it down, and pulling two shots. as you do so, sarah pulls up next to you and nudges your shoulder.

“hey,”

“hi.” you respond, not looking up from the cup in your hand. “did you need something?”

“that t-shirt looks good on you, have you been working out?”

you feel uneasy the moment she says it, swallowing a lump in your throat. you pour the two shots over the hot water and force a response, “thanks, and um, no.” before calling out the order.

sarah continues to watch you closely as you throw away the used espresso, then says, “your girlfriend didn’t drop you?”

“she’s working.”

“right. i’d find a way to drop off my girlfriend anytime that i could.”

“good for you?” you look her in the eye again, clenching your jaw. 

“you don’t post her much on your socials either, are you guys really a thing?”

fuck. 

you scoff, “what kind of question is that? of course… i just… don’t post much. we’re still kind of new to this.”

“right, she’s not even your lockscreen.”

“i’m going to grab some beans from the back,” you interrupt, redirecting the conversation away from the topic of your alleged girlfriend. sarah narrows her eyes at you as you turn away from her, stepping away and disappearing towards the storage area.

once you’re alone, you sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose, feeling the weight of the strange interrogation settle on you. there was an unmistakable hostility in sarah’s tone, a sharp edge that cut through the air. hanni’s right, she always is. the mere thought of enduring six more hours with sarah makes you want to crawl into a hole. her jealousy is palpable, and it eats away at you, gnawing at your nerves.

you pull out your phone and quickly dial danielle, pacing back and forth as you wait for her to pick up.

“hello?” she responds less than ten seconds later. “what’s up?”

“she’s catching on, kind of. i think she’s jealous.” 

“sarah?”

“yes.” you groan, then lean your back against the wall. “i can’t work like this.”

“i’ll come over? do you need me to?”

“no, but can we meet after? i think we need to be more public, if that’s okay.”

you hear her confusion through the phone. “what? public?”

“like, soft launch or something. i just need to make it obvious that i’m quote on quote dating someone – you. and we need a lockscreen together.”

a giggle is heard on the other end of the line, “oh wow.” danielle mumbles teasingly, “this is pretty serious.”

“i hope i die.”

“aw, don’t say that babe. just come over to the library after, okay? good luck on your shift! i have to clock in soon too.”

“can we meet at my place?”

“anything is fine, that’s alright.”

“i literally owe you my first born, dani.”

“it’s nothing, this is quite entertaining.” she says, and you smile with the phone at your ear. “call me later, okay? send me updates.” 

“right, yeah.” you almost whisper, “thank you.”

“it’s nothing, sweetheart.” her laugh is infused into the sentence, making your chest burn.

–

“this is so dumb.” 

you are so dumb. this isn’t helping your case.

hanni and minji are fighting back laughter while you try to naturally rest your hand on danielles knuckles. you’re stiff and it looks anything but natural. 

the angle you take the picture at makes it look awkward, and the picture’s quality sucks too. 

“just relax.” danielle says, then holds your hand instead. “here, let me take the picture.”

you’re trying to keep your cool while minji and hanni watch and danielle, the prettiest girl you know, holds your hand and scoots closer to you in order to ‘soft launch’ your fraud of a relationship. her hand is nice in yours, her skin is soft, and she’s so close you can smell the vanilla fragrance she uses. 

danielle snaps a quick picture, then the rest of the bunch – including you – scoot over to look at the picture.

“well would you look at that! it’s perfect.” danielle beams, grinning at her work. “post that one.”

“holy shit.” minji says in awe. “no yeah, you could fool me with that.”

“anyone could fool you, dumbass.” you snicker, looking up at her and smirking.

“i hate you.”

“oh, i guess you don’t want free food from my work…?” 

minji groans, making you laugh. 

danielle’s hand is still in yours, you don’t fully register it until you realize you need both hands to post a picture on your instagram story. she seems a bit disappointed when you let go, though you barely notice – and even if you did, you might just chalk it up to your imagination.

it's fun, no doubt about it. yet, you can’t help but wonder what it would be like to take pictures of you and danielle that aren’t staged or orchestrated. you long for authenticity, capturing moments that are mundane and candid.

the thought lingers in your mind the whole time, even as you pose with your back to the camera, pretending to cook alongside danielle. it's all set up and artificial, every movement planned out, yet danielle starts giggling and leaning into you – a spontaneous gesture not part of your last-minute brainstorming. 

her laughter is genuine, her touch warm, and it makes you wonder if maybe, just maybe, not everything is as fake as it seems.

–

you wake up from your nap and groan as your ringtone renders you awake. blindly, you slap your hand in every direction on the bed until you feel it under your other pillow. someone’s calling you, that’s all you can make out since there’s a red and green circle. 

tiredly, you mumble, “hello?”

“hi! are you busy?” it’s danielle’s voice responding, shaking you awake. 

“oh, um, no.” you say as you sit up slowly, rubbing your eyes and running a hand through your hair. “are you okay? did something happen?”

“i’m fine! i was just wondering if you were free. you sound tired, were you sleeping?”

“i just took a power nap that’s all. what was it that you need?”

“oh, sorry to wake you.”

“it’s fine, seriously.” 

“well,” she starts, “i was just wondering if you wanted to go out together?”

“oh, me?”

you hear her giggle through the phone and smile softly. “i mean, i am calling y/n, aren’t i?”

“yeah, you are.”

“and i’m asking you, my girlfriend, to hangout. it’s like a date!”

“we’re not actually dating danielle, you don’t have to pretend when we’re calling and alone.” you say quietly, pursing your lips.

it’s not that you hate it, danielle being all lovely and playing the role of your girlfriend too well. the thing is, it feels like you’re getting led on, and the way she is just gives you false hope to something real.

danielle feels a little ache in her heart when you respond like that, but she pushes it away for the time being.

“i don’t mind it, it’s fun!” she beams. “anyway, there’s free ice cream downtown for couples, do you want to grab some?”

“is there? yeah, i’m down. do you want to take the metro?” 

“that’s perfect, there’s probably so much traffic.”

“alright, i can scoop you and take us to the station in fifteen minutes, okay?”

“perfect.” she closes the conversation, and the call ends.

you flop down on the bed again, just for a moment. your eyes are fixated on the ceiling above as you breathe in, thinking about everything. 

you and danielle aren’t dating, not for real. it’s just a show, a sham. she simply wants to hang out for free ice cream, nothing more. you know this. you set yourself up for this whole fake dating thing—well, kind of, considering hanni was the culprit behind this whole arrangement.

it’s already been over a month, and danielle doesn’t seem fazed in the slightest, treating the whole thing as no big deal. you must be insane; you can’t keep doing this knowing your feelings are growing and she most definitely doesn’t feel anything real. it’s just to benefit you, and she’s a great friend who’s willing to help you out. yet, each time you pretend, it gets harder to separate your act from reality.

despite the turmoil, you’re up and finding a change of clothes in order to make danielle happy. because even if she’s not your girlfriend, she’s your friend and you love her regardless.

(sometimes the love you have claws you from the inside.)

–

danielle clings to your arm the whole way down to the city. sometimes she clings a little tighter than usual, then goes silent, and it makes you breathe deeply.

it takes a few wrong turns and teasing to get to the icecream place, there’s already a long line with actual couples. you feel out of place in a way; there’s partners holding the other by the waist from behind, setting their heads on top of the others. a few are just holding hands or lingering close and you can just sense all the love and adoration in the air. 

you swallow shallowly, tensing your jaw because danielle is close to you, but not because you two are something more than friends.

“wow, so many lovebirds.” she says in awe, gazing around.

“uh huh.” you feel her hand slide down your forearm, then her fingers intertwine with yours as she looks up at you. “hm?”

“to seal the deal.” she shrugs, smiling. “plus, your hands are big… and warm.”

“you have small hands.”

“perfect fit for yours.” she giggles playfully, making you do the same. “what flavors did you want? it’s two scoops for free.”

“you can pick both, i don’t mind.”

“what? c’mon, you should pick one.”

“no, you wanted ice cream. i’m just here to make you happy.” you admit, tightening your grip on her hand. 

she starts to respond, but stops for a few seconds. you watch her look away bashfully, staring at the ground and grinning to herself. she shakes her head, then says, “you’re so lovely…”

“pfttt, i just want you to be happy, seriously.”

“you know,” she begins, looking at you again. “whoever manages to become your girlfriend would be real lucky.”

“oh.” your lips twitch into less of a smile and you pause for a moment. “maybe.”

“this fake dating thing is making me realize that you’re such girlfriend material.”

a small laugh stifles the tension and awkwardness in you, “thanks? you are too.”

“am i?”

“yeah.” you stare into her eyes, shes everything you could wish for in a person. “very.”

before danielle can respond, the line moves, and it’s time for the two of you to decide on two flavors. it takes a while to do so, with you declining the offer to chime in and pick a flavor you want, danielle was the one to invite you out anyway. but she looks at you with puppy eyes, pouts, then puts a hand on the side of your bicep and it makes you cave in.

the final choices are salted caramel and coffee.

danielle holds the cup in one hand, drags you away from the area littered with lovey dovey couples – some being too lovey, considering they can’t seem to get away from each other – and leads you blindly towards a small alley in a neighborhood until a bench comes into view. she pulls you towards it eagerly, making you laugh until you’re both sitting next to each other.

you frown a little as you look at the ice cream in the cup. “some of it is melted.”

“not all of it!” danielle beams, then scroops a spoonful of the coffee side – the flavor you ended up choosing. “you have the first taste.” she says, bringing it closer to your mouth.

“wait, you should have it.”

“too late,” she starts to move it in a circular motion, saying, “ahhh~” as she does so.

you scoff, then lean forward and all of it is in your mouth in one bite. danielle watches your eyes light up.

“it’s good.” you mutter, then grab the other spoon to scoop the other flavor. you mirror what danielle did before, making her laugh just as much. “open wiiiiide~”

“ahhh~”

you snicker before moving the spoon into her mouth, she closes it and smiles immediately, melting in place despite the ice cream being pretty cold. 

the street lights make her look precious, highlighting the satisfaction on her face because of some simple ice cream she’d gotten for free. you want to see her this happy everyday and as much as you can. 

a small hint of ice cream is on the corner of her lips, it urges you to bring your hand over and wipe it off with your thumb. danielle stops savoring the dessert, instead, focusing on you. 

“sorry, there was… yeah.”

“mhm.” danielle says, staring at your lips. “it’s really good.”

“i can tell.” you turn away, feeling flustered when she looks at you like that. “let me try your flavor.”

the two of you continue to eat ice cream together, subconsciously scooting closer and closer as you share it. danielle’s head ends up on your shoulder when the cup is empty in your hand, silent in her place.

you don’t budge, mainly because she seems comfortable and you don’t mind ruining your posture a bit if it’s for her. she sighs contentedly, moving her hand over to hold yours in the midst of the moment, slotting together effortlessly. she doesn’t say anything, but you feel her lean into you a little more.

“you okay?”

“just happy.”

“ah,” you rub your thumb against her skin. “that’s good.”

“being with you makes me really happy.”

“being with you makes me happier.” you say softly, staring at your hands aligned seamlessly. “do you want to stay here for a bit longer?”

“please.”

“it’s getting late.”

“i know, just a bit longer.” danielle says.

just a bit longer. if only the whole arrangement could last forever, if only you two could be this close and warm for lightyears.

minutes pass, and neither of you move, lost in the comforting silence. the only shift comes when you turn your head to press a gentle kiss into her hair. danielle feels perfectly in place, her heart fluttering at the tender gesture. a soft smile spreads across her face, a silent acknowledgment of the moment's sweetness.

–

the night prior had to be a dream, it was too perfect. it was the realest you’ve felt with danielle, the closest to something romantic. it was even enough to consider that she felt the same, and you’d love to revel in that possibility, but you have to restock the beans and cups quickly before tending to the drinks.

there’s only thirty more minutes until your shift ends, it feels like eternity.

sarah catches you smiling to yourself throughout the shift, biting the inside of her lip. she’s filled with all too much: anger, jealously, dissapointment, and really just everything that makes her uneasy. 

she still can’t believe it, you had gone on a whole tangent telling her you couldn’t be in a relationship and now you’re being a complete loser in front of her. she hates it, she wants it to be her that makes you smile randomly throughout the day.

what pisses her off more, and truly makes her lose all hope, is when you go from looking tired and drained to bubbly and smiley as soon as a familiar figure starts walking toward the counter. 

she watches you check the time on the register, your smile widening because you can clock out and be with danielle, who’s waiting just across the counter. the change in your demeanor is undeniable, and it stings sarah to see the joy that danielle effortlessly brings out in you.

you walk over to danielle, reaching for her hand. “hey.”

“hi.” the way danielle says it makes your chest warm and sarah nearly gags in return.

what makes sarah's shoulders sink, her heart drop, and her frown deepen is when danielle suddenly kisses your cheek. 

the shock is evident on your face as you stand frozen, your hand instinctively moving to hover over the spot where danielle's lips had just been. the tenderness of the moment is overwhelming, and sarah can't help but feel a profound sense of loss. the realization that your heart belongs entirely to danielle crushes any lingering hopes she had, leaving her to face the painful truth.

“w-what was that for?” you look over and make eye contact with sarah, who’s grimacing. “there’s um, you know… bystanders.”

“i missed you, so much. i couldn’t stop thinking about you.” danielle says simply, not bothering that sarah is the only one who’s witnessing this, and from a few feet away too. “do you want to get dinner?”

“it’s three in the afternoon silly.”

“well, anything is fine. we should study before we eat! i heard the module mr. lee assigned us was really helpful for…” 

the rest of what danielle says doesn’t register in your coworker’s mind. she studies you closely, her frown deepening with each passing second. it’s painfully clear to her now—you’re genuinely in love with danielle, and there's nothing she can do to change that. the way you look at danielle, like a child seeing a rainbow for the first time, leaves no room for doubt. 

it dawns on her that giving up is the only option, and she feels a pang of resignation settling in her chest.

–

nearly three months have passed and both of you have still been ‘pretending.’

neither of you acknowledge that it’s fake, not during the weekly dates, study sessions, and late night walks or movie nights that end up in the two of you falling asleep together. danielle doesn’t think twice when kissing your cheek here and there, even your knuckles when she thinks you’re asleep. 

you figure that maybe it’s okay to kiss her cheek too sometimes because she’s her lips turn each time. and when you pick her up for weekly dates, she happily jumps into the passengers seat of your car as if it weren’t just a mutual agreement. sarah has already given up, considering she seems defeated, and you wonder if you should too. 

you can’t tell if it’s just how danielle is, which eats you inside. everything feels all too real, and your feelings only grow more unbearable.

–

you shouldn’t have let jimin drag you out to minjeong’s party. she’s already left the moment you stepped into the house, she’s probably gotten a hold of a drink already.

jimin had noticed how deeply stressed you've been lately. your responses were slower, your shoulders seemed permanently slumped, and the stress was practically etched into your face. being one of your closest friends, jimin decided that it was time for a change. she was determined to get you out and help you relax, knowing how crucial it was for your well-being (and social life, to be completely real).

walking around, you scan the crowd for a familiar face. unfortunately, the only people you recognize are sunghoon and jake, who have a history of hitting on you despite your clear disinterest. they still haven't grasped that you're a lesbian. you quickly decide to steer clear of them.

the only reason you’re here is because you’ve been throwing yourself into your studies, staying late at the gym, and doing too much to avoid danielle – or even the thought of her.

(which is unfortunately impossible since every little thing reminds you of her.

the flowers on the counter at your work remind you of her smile, the couch in your apartment is where you two have spent hours together, and really, you’re hopeless.)

you find jimin outside on the porch with her other friends that you’ve only talked to once or twice. they’re all talking about something, clearly tipsy, and you’re walking over to linger near your friend.

“y/n! oh my gosh girl, where have you been? come here, have a drink!” jimin grabs your arm, pulling you in and hugging you like she hasn’t seen you in forever. “here, take a shot.”

she hands you a shot of what you assume is some cheap vodka, you didn’t even have time to pregame for this. you’re not against drinking, not at all, if anything you’re all for it. there’s videos of you in groupchats shotgunning beer and finishing with barely any reaction – but tonight, you don’t know if you’re in the mood for it.

one won’t hurt, maybe it’ll erase danielle from your mind for a moment.

“fine.” you grab the small glass, then bring it to your lips and cock your head back, eyes pinching for a brief moment as you swallow. “shit,” you mumble, “give me another.”

you don’t know what has taken over, because you’re downing two more without hesitation. jimin laughs and smiles proudly at you.

for a brief moment, everything feels fine. the music blasting from inside the house, a mix of charli xcx and the chatter of your friends mocking one of your professors and jake, makes you laugh out loud. amidst the chaos, you find a beer in your hand, and somehow, you manage to tolerate the taste. wonyoung appears too, and hands you another after you quickly finish the first. you accept it, even though you're already starting to feel a bit fuzzy.

jimin looks at minjeong with a sparkle in her eyes, and you subtly push her a little closer until their shoulders touch. they exchange smiles, and you watch, feeling proud of your matchmaking. 

your heart sinks as it suddenly reminds you all too much of danielle. the fondness and spark between jimin and minjeong make you frown, your grip on the beer tightening as the bittersweet memories flood back.

“fuck,” you practically whisper. “i need to, i’m going to get more um, drinks.” 

“hm? okay.” jimin says quickly, then turns back to the girl she’s linking arms with.

your head pounds, so you gulp down the can of beer in your hand, then crumple it and toss it toward a trash bin in your line of sight. 

as you make your way to the kitchen, you spot a bottle of vodka and pour yourself a shot into a plastic cup you found. the liquid burns your throat, intensifying the ache in your head. despite this, you pour another shot, perhaps a bit too generously, hoping to numb the growing pain and the emotions clawing at your heart.

the room feels like it’s spinning, you’re walking down some hall and blinking and blinking until you reach a bathroom. thankfully, no one is making out in it, but you check the shower for safety measures. 

you’re finally alone, groaning as you fall against the wall of the bathroom and slide down until you’re sitting on the bathroom floor.

clumsily, you grab your phone from your back pocket. the screen lights up to a picture of you and danielle, cheeks squished together and smiling. 

you stare at it for too long, your breath hitching and your vision blurring as the ache in your head intensifies. the happy memory contrasts sharply with the heaviness you feel now, making it all the more difficult to look away. she just looks so cute in it.

you tap your screen again, and another picture of her appears. it’s a picture of her asleep in the passengers seat, head tilted uncomfortably and lips parted slightly. you had set up your lock screen to cycle through images of danielle, initially to fool sarah, but also because seeing danielle’s face as soon as you pick up your phone makes you feel at ease. each photo captures her different expressions—laughing, pouting, lost in thought—and they all make you grin. 

the happiness you feel is bittersweet, knowing it’s all part of an arrangement that feels increasingly real to you.

your vision is a little unclear, but somehow it sharpens just so you can see her perfectly.

“fuck,” you gasp out, unlocking your phone and trying to navigate to your recent calls. you had called hanni earlier and she had just been lounging at her place. you figure that she’d be able to take you away from here.

you squint, pressing on the contact that has a and n, assuming it’s hanni, then wait as the phone rings.

“hello?”

“hanni, i’m… can you pick me up?”

“y/n?” her voice is muffled when it reaches your ears, “are you okay? what happened, where are you?”

“jimin… dragged me out. i drank… soooo much.”

“y/n, oh my gosh.”

“hanni, stay on the line, please.”

“i’m not–” the voice cuts off, you drop your phone on the carpet. “hello?”

“you have my location… right.” you slur, head leaning against the wall even more. “hanni i can’t do it anymore.”

“y/n, i’m on my way. are you alright?”

“hanni, i can’t.” you groan, staring up into space. “i don’t want to fake date danielle anymore. it feels too real, i hate it.”

silence follows before you hear the voice on the other end of the phone.

“you can’t? why, why didn’t you tell her?”

“she seems happy, and… we just, don’t acknowledge that it’s not real.”

“y/n…” 

danielle sits in her car, heart sinking. 

you dialed her on accident, and it doesn't seem like you know it’s her. 

“please come. please.”

danielle gulps, feeling tears forming in her eyes. 

–

danielle scavenges through the house your location on her phone has brought you to, looking around for you helplessly. 

she makes her way to the porch and spots jimin, who’s hands are on minjeongs neck as she holds her in place. danielle walks over, not wanting to disturb the intimacy, but you’re her biggest priority, so she’s willing to do so.

“jimin,”

she turns around, looking at danielle confusingly. “oh, when did you get here?”

“where’s y/n?”

“hmmm… she went to get drinks a while ago, she hasn’t come back yet. try the kitchen?”

“okay, thank you.” danielle says hurriedly, then rushes back inside.

she checks the kitchen, only to see jake and sunghoon with beers in their hands as they cackle loudly. you’re nowhere in sight, making her bite her lip in frustration.

danielle goes through every room on the first floor until she reaches a bathroom. she pushes the door open, and it suddenly stops, hitting someone. a groan escapes from behind the door.

"i'm so sorry!" danielle rushes out, peeking around the door to see who she’s just collided with. "y/n?" she gasps, eyes widening in recognition and concern.

you’re sitting against the wall, hair tousled and cheeks red. there’s a white tank top hugging you, the thin straps of it loose against your skin from your posture. 

“hanni?” you look up, squinting. “i wanna go home.” 

you see the figure move closer to you and close the door, then she squats down and you realize it’s not hanni. danielle comes into view, her eyebrows creased with concern. your cheeks flush even harder, and your lips part.

she puts a hand on your forehead, then cups her cheeks with both. “are you okay?”

“you’re not… hanni.”

danielle’s shoulders fall down a bit. “hanni um,” danielle hates lying, but she’s doing it now to save you from spiraling. “she sent me over.”

“oh.” the response from you cracks her heart slightly. “okay.”

"let's go," she says firmly, helping you up. despite being taller and more muscular than her, you lean on her for support. danielle manages to steady you with surprising ease, guiding you out of the bathroom and through the house, her grip strong and unwavering.

–

you collapse onto danielle’s couch and groan, your body is limp against the cushions.

a few moments later, she comes back with a cup of water, placing it on the coffee table before she sits you up. she tilts your chin up and you look at her with wonder as she grabs the cup and holds it to your lips, “drink.”

“mhm.” you mumble, sipping slowly and swallowing. 

your vision clears slightly, though it might just be danielle who’s grounding you. her concerned eyes meet yours, and while guilt tugs at you, you're also captivated by her beauty in this moment. you're drunk and out of your mind, thoughts muddled and unfocused.

“pretty.” you sigh dreamily. 

“y/n,” her voice is laced with uneasiness. “drink more water.”

“okay.”

“and stay the night, okay? you um, left…” she swallows hard, fighting back a frown. “you left your clothes here, i’ll go grab them.”

“can you stay with me though? will you? i really… just… i want you here.” 

danielle bites the inside of her lip, her eyes wide with confusion. just moments ago, you had admitted that you wanted to stop the whole ‘relationship’—that it had become too intense, too overwhelming. and now, you’re asking her to stay? her mind spins with the jarring shift in emotions.

you lean in, clinging onto her. danielle feels the warmth of your breath and the softness of your nose brushing against her neck. the touch sends a shiver through her, and she swallows hard, struggling to steady her breathing. as you pull back, your faces are mere inches apart. you lock eyes with her, your gaze heavy with so much. 

there’s a lump in her throat. “okay.”

–

danielle wakes up with you on top of her and your head in the crook of her neck. she hears you breathing softly and subconsciously, her hand slides into your hair.

why are you so confusing? danielle wonders, twirling your hair with her pointer finger. is this what you really want?

you’re incredibly considerate, a trait that’s always shone brightly. the way you go out of your way for her—planning dates, cherishing every moment together, simply because it makes her happy—fills her with a bittersweet feeling. she adores these shared moments, savoring the illusion of authenticity. but now that it’s clear that all of it strains you, it weighs heavily on her heart.

you stir awake, your breath warm and rhythmic against danielle's skin. as you hum softly, her cheeks flush a delicate pink. she feels the gentle pressure of your arms tightening around her, pulling her closer. you shift, nestling deeper into her, finding a more comfortable position. each movement sends a shiver through danielle, leaving her heart fluttering like crazy at eight in the morning.

she doesn’t know what to do.

–

danielle doesn’t ask you out or come over the whole week, excusing herself by saying she’s busy or caught up with things. of course, you don’t comment on it – she’s not really your girlfriend, you shouldn’t expect her time and affection. 

but then another week passes by and you don’t get any texts back, sometimes she even leaves you on delivered for hours. that’s not like her at all. 

you catch her in class and she’s still the same danielle you know – bubbly, pretty, and sweet – but that’s really the only time you see her these days. 

it’s confusing, all too confusing, so you barge into hanni’s apartment on a thursday evening because she’s the only one you can rant to about this.

“you didn’t even text me–”

“oh my god i think danielle fucking hates me.”

hanni lets you storm in, walking towards her room and flop onto her own bed. you look devasted, especially when you rub your face in your hands and groan loudly.

“okay, first of all: why the hell would she? second of all: yeah, why… why would she…?”

“she’s been avoiding me and i have no fucking clue why.”

“dude what.” 

you recount the entire story to hanni, animatedly illustrating every detail with exaggerated hand gestures. “so, jimin practically dragged me out to unwind, and i ended up drunk out of my mind!” you say. your hands wave dramatically, punctuating the story as you describe stumbling around, the room spinning, and how the whole ordeal felt like a whirlwind. 

hanni watches, her amusement growing as you explain the night’s events. “jesus.”

“yeah, and then danielle came and picked me up.”

“she did?”

“yeah… you called her over… didn’t you?”

“dude, what are you talking about.”

you pause, looking at her with confusion evident all over your face. then grab your phone, heart feeling strained when you see danielle posing with a stuffed animal that one time – out of many –  you two went to the mall together. you click on the phone app, looking at your recent calls and scrolling down to roughly two weeks ago.

you see hanni’s contact name, and then danielles after.

“hanni, did i… did i call you that night? two weeks ago, the friday night i went out.”

“dude you only called me that morning or something, you left something here.”

“oh my fucking god.” you gasp, putting a hand over your mouth. “oh my god.”

“y/n what.”

“i drunk dialed dani and i thought it was you. she told me you sent her to grab me…”

“what did you say to her?” hanni asks, looking at you with slight worry.

you groan, rubbing your face again. “i… i said i didn’t want to fake date her anymore.”

“oh, well that’s not too bad.”

“no, i remember it somehow. i said i hated it.”

your best friend looks at you, confused again. “you do?”

“yeah, but like, no?” you groan once more and fall onto the bed again. “hanni, i’ve… i’ve liked danielle since first semester.”

“oh.”

“yeah, oh.”

“you’ve been fake dating and simultaneously in love with her?”

you sigh. “yes.”

“holy shit.”

“yeah. i think she took it the wrong way, maybe she thinks i hate her?”

“you need to talk to her.”

“she doesn’t want to see me.”

“no, she’s so fond of you. i honestly think she likes you back.”

“okay it’s not the time for that–”

“shut the hell up bro.” hanni pinches your cheek and you slap her hand away. she begins again, “dude, she rambles about you and shit. there were times i actually thought you guys were really dating.”

“i wish.”

“then make it come true!” hanni groans. she pulls you up, then puts both hands on your shoulder. “you need to go talk to her, stop being a pussy.” 

“it’s not that–” 

your phone vibrates in your hand, snapping you out of your animated retelling. instinctively, you glance down and see a notification from danielle. hanni notices the shift in your expression, quirking an eyebrow as you stare at the screen, looking visibly distressed. she leans closer, peeking at the notification.

as your face unlocks the phone, the text is revealed: "can you come over? we should talk." your mouth drops open slightly in shock, and hanni mirrors your expression. the room suddenly feels heavy.

“dude.” hanni points at the screen – the obvious. “she–”

“fuck me.” you mutter, “fuck me.”

“dumbass,” hanni says, pushing you off her bed. you curse and look at her with “what the fuck?” written all over your face. hanni stands up and continues to push you out her room, saying, “go see your ‘girlfriend,’ even if it’s not real you better go talk to mo dani.”

you sigh, pushing her off you and grabbing your things before you walk towards hanni’s apartment door. you stare at the handle, then the text, and linger for a moment. hanni puts a hand on your shoulder and you look at her.

“i’m fucking terrified.”

“well you’ll feel even worse if you don’t go, so go.” hanni urges, opening the door and nudging you out.

–

the air is cold, it’s really just cold outside and it makes you shiver more than you already are just from the thought of the interaction.

you’re outside danielle’s work, sitting on the steps because you can’t bring yourself to go in and approach her directly. maybe it makes you a coward, but you’ve always been nervous about seeing her willingly and making the first move. the minutes stretch on, each one making you more anxious, but you can't help it. the thought of facing her, of initiating that crucial conversation, ties your stomach in knots. she called you out here anyway.

wind hits your cheeks and you bite your lip, walking around in your place in an attempt to warm up. then, you catch someone in the corner of your eye, so you turn around and meet danielle.

a loose sweater drapes over her frame, and wide-fit linen pants hide the shape of her legs. the wind tousles her hair just as it does yours, but she looks effortlessly angelic, stopping your heart for a moment. her hair, caught in the breeze, frames her face in a way that makes her seem almost ethereal, temporarily making you forget your worries.

then she’s walking toward you, and you remember why you’re here.

you swallow hard, body tensing. 

“thank’s for coming, i’m sorry i haven’t been.. um, able to spend time with you.” she looks nervous, her eyes avoiding yours and hands fiddling with each other. she stares at your necklace instead as she continues, “i’ve just… i wanted to talk to you about what we have.”

“right, i wanted to talk to you about it too.”

“oh,” danielle says quietly. “i’m sorry, i didn’t want to be a burden. you called me instead of hanni the night you got drunk and i know how you feel about fake dating. i’m sorry that you had to do it with me and it caused you so much stress i just–”

your heart aches as you listen to her ramble, guilt evident in her voice for something that’s not her fault. you can't bear to hear her blame herself. your brows furrow with pity as you gently cut her off, “danielle, no, let me–”

“stop, i want to make myself clear. i want to explain a lot of things to you, you’re so lovely and sweet and you don’t deserve to be so stressed. it’s just, okay, wait.”

she pauses, breathing in, and looking at you with tears lining her eyes. your breath shakes looking at her like that, you can’t breathe or speak in the moment.

danielle purses her lips before continuing, “okay, when hanni first said you wanted to date me, i got so excited because well, i always thought you were cute.” she turns her head to the side and bites her lip before looking back at you. “and then you said it wasn’t an actual date, you wanted it to be fake. i don’t know i just, i felt really sad when it happened but at the same time the thought of fake dating you didn’t seem too bad because i’m selfish and i mean, i liked you a little and i thought i could just fake it and revel in the artificial aspect until i got over it but i ended up falling for you so much and i’m sorry. i don’t want you to think im anything like sarah–”

“danielle, stop.”

“no, y/n i just want to explain myself–”

“danielle, shut up, oh my god.” you gasp, looking at her in disbelief. “you, are you fucking with me?”

she looks at you, still feeling guilty. when she blinks, two tears fall down her cheeks and she inhales sharply as she conceals a sob. she turns away, then murmurs, “no, i’m so sorry.”

“n-no, no. dani, danielle.” you almost breathe it out, then bring both hands to hold her face. your hands cup her cheeks making her face you. “please stop crying, i’m sorry, baby, i’m sorry.”

“b-baby?” she says, confusing taking over her features. you had gotten so used to calling her endearing pet names that it slipped out so suddenly in the heat of the moment.

the lights outside shine just enough for you to see her clearly. her eyes are watery, tears staining her cheeks, and you use your thumb to gently wipe them away. her nose is a little pink, and so are her cheeks. of course, she’s a pretty crier too, but you look at her with guilt, shaking your head as you continue to stroke her cheeks with your thumb. the sight of her like this breaks your heart even more.

“i only said i hated it because it was all too real, but not in a bad way. not at all.” 

“really?” she says between sniffles. “w-what do you mean?”

“i’m saying that,” you use your thumb to rub a tear threatening to fall from the corner of her eye. “i hated it because i couldn’t take the fact that it wasn’t real. i wanted it to be real. danielle, i’ve wanted to be yours since you first gave me the notes from the first lecture we had together.”

“what?”

“danielle,” you almost whisper, then kiss her forehead. “i like you so much. i don’t hate you, or this – i hate that it’s not real.”

her mouth opens in shock as she looks at you, sniffling. you anxiously wait for a response, hoping she'll say something, but she doesn’t. instead, she hugs you, wrapping her arms around you tightly. you return the embrace, holding her just as tight. the world around you fades away, leaving only the two of you in the nerveracking moment.

“i like you too – a lot. i was so scared when you said you hated it, i thought i was making you uncomfortable and gosh i just felt so bad and–”

you rub her back with your hand and cut her off, “i was anything but uncomfortable, i felt like i was living in a fantasy.”

“thank god.” danielle sighs in relief. 

you pull away, looking at her again and wiping remnants of tears with your thumb again. “i’m sorry for making you cry.”

if you could go back and punch yourself for being stupid — you’d do it in a heartbeat. a dumb slip up and miscommunication from your lips is the reason danielle’s nose is still tinted pink from crying, you feel guilty as ever.

in your hands, it feels like you hold the world. she shakes her head in your hold, then smiles from relief.

“it’s okay.”

“are you busy after this?”

danielle giggles, shaking her head again. “if you’re asking me out on a date – a real one – then absolutely not.”

“dinner? it’s on me for being stupid that night, and this whole time.”

“perfect.”

you smile sweetly at her, your gaze lingering on her lips. before you know it, you lean in and boldly peck her right then and there. she gasps when you pull away, looking at you with widened eyes as you back off. but then, she reels you in again, leaning closer and kissing you once more. the kiss is soft and warm, filled with all the unspoken words and emotions that have built up between you. you feel her smile against your lips, and everything else fades away.

when you part again, you look at her fondly and ask, “wait, this is real, right? like, we’re…”

danielle laughs, hastily pecking you once more and lingering close.

“i don’t think it’s the alcohol that made you so dense and stupid.”

[whotfislai]

ㅋᩚ ㅋᩚ Too sweet skater girl | le ssera, yunjin!

pairing huh yunjin & fem reader. lesbians 🔛🔝

genre fluff (in my personal opinion 🤓☝)

doei speaks! hot skater girl yunjin what more do i need to say? ++ dividers came from xxbimbobunnyxx <3

it was around 11:20 p.m. and you were currently at your local skate park practicing some moves you'd seen done on tiktok.

the atmosphere was something special around this time. the moon had illuminated you and the rest of the park, with the help of some nearby streetlights, and no one else was in sight.

your headphones were blasting in your ears, and all you could hear was your favorite song.

too sweet by hozier. (even if its not we're PRETENDING it is 🤓)

everything felt more comfortable in times like these. nobody was around to bother you, and it felt as though your responsibilities and pressures had drifted away from you, even if the feeling lasted simply for an hour.

you'd take that over nothing.

you were too focused on nailing this one trick that you just couldn't seem to get, sitting on the ledge of the vert-ramp, when you felt someone tap your shoulder.

"OH MY GOD WHAT THE FU—" you exclaimed as the person clearly startled you. you jumped and shifted to the left to see who tapped your shoulder when your jaw practically dropped.

the HOTTEST, and i mean HOTTEST, girl you've ever seen was crouched right next to you.

her hair was like a washed out orange color, it kinda reminded you of fall and how you'd sometimes spot brown-ish leaves on the ground. she had on a black cap and an over-sized white shirt and some baggy jeans (no nct😔✊🏾).

what interested you the most was the skateboard she had resting beside her. pantone 7453c, also known as fearless blue, and had the phrase "IM FEARLESS" plastered on it in graffiti style.

the girl tilted her head and had a rather confused look on her face. "i was watching you from over there," she pointed to the other side of the street, "and i couldn't help but notice something. were you attempting the madonna a few minutes ago?"

you opened your mouth to respond and-

"goddamn, you're so fine."

...

"you know you said that out-loud, right?" ... "i did?"

... "SHIT I DID!"

the girl only laughed at your response. now if you were her in this situation, you would've left right around now.

you didn't want to even imagine how cringe you probably sounded to her, but when you focused on her expression, she looked almost flattered by it.

"you're not too bad yourself. y'know, you're lucky i'm into girls. maybe you've got a shot." she winked at you, and your hands flew to your face in an attempt to hide the flustered reaction her words caused you, which was followed by her bursting out in laughter only harder this time.

the atmosphere in the skate-park had now changed in only a few minutes of talking to her, and to be 100% honest, you weren't exactly mad at it.

instead of being annoyed by the sounds of her loud-ass laughter, you were infatuated by it. she had this charm factor about her.

"s-shut up talking like that! i don't even know your name, do you flirt with every girl you see?" you exclaimed. she could tell you were trying your best to cover up how embarrassed you were so she went with it.

"nah, i just flirt with the cute ones," she grinned, "the name's yunjin."

yunjin..yunjin. you swore you've heard that name before.

smiling back at her, you extended your arm and dapped her up. "i'm (yn). y'know, is it just me or does your name sounds familiar?"

.

.

"i mean no shit it's familiar, it's literally my name."

"SHUT THE HELL UP YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!"

you rolled your eyes at the girl. she winked again before pulling out her phone. as you stared the case you could see it read, "HUH YUNJIN."

huh yunjin. huh. that name really sounds SO familiar.

the feeling of, "do i know her," overtook your mind and you began spacing out. so much so that you didn't even realize she had put her phone back in her pocket and was now standing beside you.

yunjin called your name but got no response.

she called your name again.

yunjin then proceeded to kick you in the leg which seemed to do the trick.

"ow, what the hell!" you hissed, clutching your leg in pain. she only shrugged. "stop thinking so hard then and ride me. I MEAN—ride WITH me."

"nuh-uh, don't try to clean it up now! you basically just asked me to have se-"

"SHUT UP AND GRAB YOUR SKATEBOARD (YN) I'M GONNA TEACH YOU THIS TRICK!"

and so that was the night you learned how to do the madonna.

you were headed to the skate park to meet your favorite girl, yunjin. after your first meeting, the two of you exchanged numbers and met up often.

it had become somewhat of a routine of yours. you'd wake up, do whatever boring shit you needed to do for the day, go home, and wait until around 11 before leaving to hang out with her.

something about yunjin was a breath of fresh air to you. i mean, you two had gotten so close that you began sharing some of your thoughts with her, even the non-skateboarding related ones.

no matter how late it was, she was there to listen, and something about that in itself made you feel...

loved?

maybe cared for was a better way to put it but whatever the feeling was, you wanted to feel that way forever.

and you hoped you made her feel the same way.

as you made it to the park your eyes instinctively scanned over the area for her but... she wasn't anywhere to be seen.

usually when she was running late she'd text you as a heads-up so this concerned you. i mean what if something happened to her? it is pretty late, what if she had been kidnapped or something?

but then again, knowing her, she'd probably piss off her kidnapper.

.... WHICH COULD RESULT IN HER MURDER??

you whipped your phone out of your pocket and called yunjin, hoping she'd pick up and just say she didn't feel like coming, as long as she was safe it didn't matter.

"hey (yn), you-"

"yunjin are you okay?"

there was a pause.

"oh i'm fine. i totally forgot to text you didn't i? i'm just grabbing something but i'm on my way now."

you smiled. not just because she was still coming but just knowing everything she okay made you feel at ease. but this feeling of gratitude didn't last long before she added, "it's cute that you worried about me."

even through the phone you could hear her smirking. of course you had to fall for such a cocky, beautiful, talented, kind human being. yunjin had every quality that you wanted in a partner but you weren't 100% sure she reciprocated your feelings.

i mean sure, she flirted with you, but then again one time you two went to target and she almost got the cashiers phone number sooo..

"whatever loser, i just didn't need my friend getting kidnapped. it'd totally kill my vibe." you lied. she let out a hum before saying she was close, so you two hung up.

it was only four minutes later when she showed up, target bags in one hand, skateboard in the other. she joined you on the bench, setting one of the bags next to her feet and the other on her lap.

"you didn't go back to see that cashier, did you?" you questioned, half joking but half serious. yunjin laughed. "(yn) jealous era?"

you only shrugged and let out a quiet maybe. she shook her head, "don't worry, i'd never dream of it when i've got you."

AHEM??

her statement shocked you to say the least. internally, you were freaking out. yunjin could tell.

before you could reply back, she stopped you. she opened the bag, and pulled out two spray paint cans.

"what're you planning to do with those?" you pointed to the cans. "yunjin's in her artist era now?"

she giggled at your teasing. every interaction you two had was just fun, this type of relationship felt so carefree...if that made sense? the both of you just kinda let go with one another.

she pointed towards your skateboard, "i thought we should make yours look actually cool? plain is totally boring."

"well you say that like yours is better? like what? are we gonna match or something?" you joked.

yunjin scratched the back of her head, slightly moving the position of her cap in the process. "well...i kinda wanted to.."

the look on her face after saying this was different than anything you've seen from her. it was more nervous, unsure of herself, non-confident.

she felt tense as your eyes scanned over her face. it was as if you were studying her expressions, could you really tell a change just from that?

yunjin cleared her throat in an attempt to take off some pressure, "unless you don't want to. that's cool."

she avoided eye contact until you put your hand on-top of hers.

"it's cool."

you two sat there quietly, digesting the conversation, before moving. the silence was nice. you two rarely had moments like that before but you noticed they were happening more often.

you two could be just talking and suddenly it'd get quiet. you'd look at yunjin, she'd look at you, and it was like your eyes spoke.

if looks could talk, you two would've been together by now.

"this looks like shit."

"(yn)!! don't say that, we haven't even finished!"

but it was true, your skateboard looked so bad. if anyone else had done this to it, you would've freaked out. but it was yunjin.

she insisted on continuing although it was basically ass, so you two continued. after about twenty minutes she finished (you tapped out around the ten minute mark and opted to lie in the grass instead).

"all it has to do is dry now." she stated, walking to lie next to you.

the sky looked so pretty at that moment. the stars covered everywhere your eyes could see, and the moon, the moon shone as brightly as ever.

but something else was prettier in your opinion. you turned your head and met the eyes of yunjin, who was staring at you with the softest expression. to her, you were perfect like this.

"yunjin, you're staring."

she sighed, letting out the softest, "i know."

you two were doing the thing again. staring that led to nothing else, unfortunately. yunjin might've realized that too, because she turned her head back to the night sky.

it fell silent. a comfortable silence.

but this isn't what you wanted. something came over you, and it was urging you to just confess. you really like yunjin. that's a fact.

if you had a wikipedia page, there'd be a section all about your love for yunjin.

okay that might be an overstatement but you get the point.

you inhaled quietly before turning back to face her, it's now or never. well not literally but this is the perfect time.

she felt your eyes shift and turned to look at you.

"yunjin," you grabbed on the bottom of your shirt out of anxiousness, "i don't know...i don't know if you know this already but, i like you. and i'm not saying this lightly, i'm certain of it. everything about you is perfect to me and i've never felt this way about anyone else. you're so-"

you were cut off by her lips gently pressing against yours.

the kiss was short but sweet. you wouldn't have traded it for the world. and after she pulled away, it left you wanting more.

"i know that was sudden but uh, you just looked so fucking good. and i thought since you like me, and i like you too, it'd be cool."

you nodded your head slowly. "don't worry, it was cool. i really liked it."

she nodded too. "y'know, you're the prettiest girl i've ever seen. i'm overall glad i met you."

with that being said, you and yunjin laid together in the grass, under the moonlight, knowing by tomorrow you'd be more than friends.

and that was a nice thought.

"hey yunjin, can i ask you something?" you whispered. by this point, she was laying on top of your chest, fighting off sleep.

"mhmm..." she muttered.

"what was in the other bag?"

yunjin rubbed her eyes and yawned. "oh. y'know how you were going on and on about my name being familiar?"

you hummed and she continued saying, "turns out there's an idol with a similar name to me, huh yeo-jin, whoever the hell that is i dunno. so i bought some photo-cards of her."

oh. you laughed.

who the hell is that?

End!ㅤ

thanks for reading! i'm not sure if i did skater girl yunjin justice in this, i might write more abt her like this cause she's hot.

reblog / like it if you enjoyed <3!

[ezwezz]

GIRLY PLEASE MAKE A YUNJIN X FEMREADER FIC w angst n cheating 🙏🙏🙏

why do you want me to hurt you bby!? gonna be sobbing while writing this

also! i'm sort of winging it with the format and scenario so hopefully it's adequate enough

'i love you'

parings: huh yunjin x fem!reader warnings: cheating, ANGST words: 1k

"i love you more than anything, y/n, no matter what."

yunjin's words from last summer were replaying over and over inside your head. you didn't know what warranted the sentimental flashback, it was just a normal tuesday night spent laying alone, staring into the darkness looming above you. perhaps you just needed the comfort.

you hadn't seen yunjin for 1 month now. the throbbing inside your heart had dulled down and you were left with a familiar emptiness spattered with the occasional 'i miss you baby' or 'sorry for not replying, i've been so busy :('.

you knew yunjin's career came with extortionate sacrifice on both ends, but loving her was all you needed. you'd loved her for two years now, despite the constant hurt of her absence.

"i love you more than anything....no matter what." you whispered the sentence. she'd looked so beautiful while saying it- her earnest brown eyes and furrowed brows as she gently cupped your face, the warmth of her body against yours. it was a fleetingly perfect moment, nothing could compare. you wondered if yunjin thought about it as much as you these days.

---

incoming call: yunijn

"y/n?"

"hey jen, everything okay?"

"baby listen, no matter what you see or what you hear, you have to trust me, i love you. never forget that."

"i love you too...but why are you saying this? has something happened?"

there was silence on the other end of the line. you knew something was wrong and it made your heart pound at an unsteady pace.

"yunjin...what did you do?" your voice sounded small.

"i'm sorry..." there was a quiet sob on the other end of the line, and you immediately knew. in that moment, your entire world came crashing down. everything you'd sacrificed for the woman you loved submerged you, drowned you, it tore you apart.

"i'm not going to ask for your forgiveness..." yunjin's voice drifted into the background as your mind swirled into a messy flurry of emotion. you struggled to comprehend what this meant, grappling with your own feelings, trying to figure out exactly how you felt.

"i'll talk to you later jen." you whispered before ending the call and allowing the tears to cascade down your cheeks. she couldn't even be there to face you herself, you resented her for being able to throw away your relationship like it was nothing.

---

sure enough, you awoke from an almost sleepless night to see every news feed headlining a picture of yunjin kissing an unknown girl outside a club. you switched your phone off, unable to answer any messages reaching out to you with condolences.

reality was a hard truth to face, and the reality of the situation was gouging into you. you never wanted to see her again, to hear her name or her songs.

"i love you more than anything, y/n, no matter what."

you scoffed as the words stung in your head like a venomous bite.

incoming call: yunjin

you immediately switched your phone to airplane mode.

---

the remainder of le sserafim's tour was shrouded with controversy and despite putting on a brave face, the guilt and heartbreak was eating away at yunjin.

you knew their tour was nearing its end, so of course you'd already packed up all your stuff from your shared apartment with yunjin and moved in with a nearby relative. you didn't know whether it made you a coward, avoiding yunjin like this, but you knew you wouldn't be able to face her before taking time to heal. there was the occasional mention of her that crossed your newsfeed, but you made sure to ignore each one, never taking the time to indulge in reopening fresh wounds.

you were home alone when you heard a knock at the front door. it was unusual considering deliveries were never scheduled for this time and you weren't expecting anyone, so you answered the door with caution, opening it just a crack.

"y/n?"

fuck.

you immediately closed the door, scolding your previous fears of creepy men as anything would've been better than this.

"y/n please, just hear me out." a muffled voice begged.

"whatever you're going to say is pointless. i don't want to hear it."

"i understand that but...i think we both need the clarity."

"i really don't need anything from you right now."

"please just open the door, then i promise i'll leave you alone."

"jen- yunjin...this hurts so fucking much. i've spent the past few weeks trying to erase you from my memory and now you're here, expecting me to just...let you near me again. you ruined everything." you could hear yunjin begin to cry softly, as were you.

"i know." she choked through tears. "i know nothing will change what happened and it's killing me y/n. i don't know what to do...i love you so much, you mean the world to me. i don't go a day without missing you and wanting to be near you. i know it's over between us, but please just let me say goodbye properly."

you had nothing to say to her, but you opened the door anyway. it was an impulsive decision fuelled by a fleeting sense of longing for your love, but you immediately regretted it when you laid your eyes on the fresh face that would eternally haunt you. you didn't have time to process the overwhelming surge of emotion before tender arms enveloped your body and held you in an excruciating embrace.

"let me go." you sobbed, not wanting this bittersweet familiarity. but she only held you tighter, her body trembling.

"i love you."

"don't you dare say that, not after..."

"i love you so much. i'll never stop loving you y/n."

"shut up jen, please just leave me alone." you finally succeeded in pushing the woman away, it was like tearing off a bandaid.

her face was streaked with tears and it looked as if she had lost weight. you can't have looked much better.

"i don't want you to forgive me, because you deserve better, you deserve so much more than me. but never forget that i'll always love you, even if our worlds never collide again. i'll always be waiting for you."

and as she began to retreat with her eyes locked onto yours, she uttered one last sentence: "i love you more than anything, y/n, no matter what."

then yunjin turned away from you, not once looking back.

no other sentence could ever torment you as much as that one. but little did you know, it would replay over and over in yunjin's head as she lay alone, staring into the darkness looming above.

[siyooungi]

now playing - west coast love by emotional oranges

Pairing: Yunjin × Fem!Reader

Idol: Huh Yunjin (Le Sserafim)

Warning(s): A suggestive remark, tehe.

A/N: I wanted to try a new layout and thought this was really cute. Also, isn’t it ironic that I’m posting a fic about Yunjin on Sakura’s birthday?

“The view is so pretty.” You stated as you placed your hand above your eyes to block the sun’s rays, looking out at the beautiful blue ocean. “It is, isn’t it?” Yunjin agreed as she looked over at you with a smile. You felt her gaze on you and turned to her, smiling when you realized that she was referring to you. You rolled your eyes playfully before hitting her shoulder, causing her to release her heartwarming laugh.

“Yah, look at the view in front of us!” You turned her head towards the ocean and pointed at it. “It’s not as pretty as you.” She replied as she stared off into the distance, a smile still ghosting on her face. “You’re so cheesy..” You spoke through a chuckle, turning to face her again. “Maybe, but you love it.” She kissed your cheek, earning a hum from you.

“Wanna go into the water?” You asked as you placed your hand in hers and interlocked your fingers. She nodded and stood up from the sand, pulling you up with her. “You can go in first, I’ll follow right after.” She closed an eye as she tried to look at you through the sun’s glare.

You blew her a kiss before releasing her hand and walking to the water, allowing your feet to be engulfed by the ocean as the tide arrived. The view truly was beautiful and so was the weather. It wasn’t too hot and the breeze felt amazing.

You were beyond grateful that Yunjin planned this beach date and made time for you despite still being busy. She could be catching up on rest, but instead decided to spend her free time with you. A smile subconsciously made its way onto your face as you thought about your wonderful girlfriend.

As if she read your mind, you felt arms snake around your waist. She rested her head on your shoulder and you leaned back into her. “Thinking about me?” She whispered before placing a chaste kiss on your neck, causing you to giggle. “I was, actually.” You admitted, to which her eyes widened slightly, shocked at the fact that she was right although she was joking.

She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. You always managed to still leave her flustered from the littlest things, regardless of how long you’ve been together. Smiling at her reaction, you patted her cheek before venturing further into the water. You were now waist-deep and you couldn’t have felt better. The flowing of the water and occasional wave splashes were much appreciated.

However, you didn’t expect water to come splashing directly into you, drenching you from head to toe. You gasped and wiped your eyes, looking for the source from which the splash came. You were met with Yunjin smiling cheekily at you. Your jaw dropped and all you could do was stare at her. She threw her head back laughing at your reaction, finding the entire situation hilarious.

“I got you so-“ She wasn’t able to finish her sentence when she was then splashed with water, shutting her up almost instantaneously. Now it was her turn to gasp and for you to laugh. You felt an overwhelming amount of triumph for getting her back. Though, You weren’t able to celebrate for long due to Yunjin splashing even more water on you, not once but multiple times. You were completely soaked and it looked as if you had put your whole body in the water.

In no time, a water fight occurred. Water was coming in all directions and you had to shield your face as you sent more water in her direction. You both were laughing uncontrollably and didn’t care whether or not you’d regret being completely drenched. The original plan was to not get wet from the waist up, but that was long forgotten.

You closed your eyes, preparing for more water to hit you, but there was nothing but the sound of the waves crashing. You peeked an eye open, only to be met with the taller girl standing right in front of you. You would’ve jumped back if she hadn’t put her hands on your waist, keeping you in place.

Her smile never left her face, further widening yours. You wrapped your arms around her neck, allowing her to wrap hers around your waist, pulling you in closer for a hug. You rested your head on her shoulder as she swayed you both side to side. You loved being in her embrace and it gave you time for your heart rate to somewhat slow down after that “intense” water fight.

She pulled back and looked you in the eyes, a smirk forming on her face. “Look at how wet you are. You know that feeling very well, huh?” Your jaw slacked and you smacked her arm.

“Yunjin!”

She shrugged and you rolled your eyes with a smile. Her comments will never fail to surprise you. “You’re so annoying..” You tried to remove her arms from around you but she only tightened them. “Yet you still love me.” She whispered as she leaned closer to you, stealing a kiss.

“That I do.“

A/N: I don’t really like this, but I really wanted to post something. I’m hoping to become more active now that i’m on break!

[yourstruleejn]

crush.ing

summers are mostly the same. spending them each year on the island your family has a vacation home on. there is little variety to the things you do every year. however, one party at jay park’s later and everything seems to be different /especially what you’re feeling/

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pairing // lee heeseung x fem! reader; other characters include enhypen members and le sserafims huh yunjin + kim chaewon

genre // fluff and crack (maybe); richkid! au; summer romance !!

word count // 9.4 k

tw // implied sexual activities + mentions of sex; underage drinking (only if you’re not european and you’re name is riki nishimura)

playlist // here

authors note // my first enhypen fic!! i like this one!! enjoy!!!! and pls tell me what you think bc i had so much fun writing this hehe!

!!! reminder !!! everything i write about on here is entirely fictional and in no way am i saying this is how the boys would act in real life ❥

chapter 1: sandy campgrounds

Waves. The sound of crashing waves was the first thing you remember before a blaring headache set in. The next thing you felt was a clearly too-thin blanket or towel covering your body, the same fabric served as mattress beneath you, placed over what couldn’t be anything but sand. You scrunched your eyebrows together, maybe yolo-ing last night was not the best idea. Especially since, even if you did only live once, most of the time the next day was included in the `once`, and now having made it to yesterday’s tomorrow you regretted every drink after the second cup of Jay Parks Wonder Punch. But all of that put aside, why was waves the first thing you heard?

Only with effort were you able to open your eyes against the bright morning sky. What time was it? And what were you doing on the beach?  A groan left your mouth as you sat up, your back was considerably stiff after apparently sleeping on the beach. Looking at the empty sandy scape in front of you, you concluded that it must be still somewhat early. Not a single soul was out, barely any traces were leading to the seemingly infinite blue and you concluded that those traces had to have been there from last night still. For exactly one second a small smile crept its way to your features, even your headache was almost forgotten: the pounding lessening considerably as you took one deep breath after the other, admiring the ocean. One second the smile rested on your lips, one second there was peace in your mind. One second, until something, well someone, stirred beside you.

In horror you turned your head to your left: there was a boy laying next to you. Your mind started to race. Moments ago, your brain was maybe a little confused about your whereabouts, but essentially you were appreciating the unexpected morning view, but now? Now you were stressing about how you ended up in this situation, who exactly the boy was, and why you were wearing so little clothes?

At least the second question would be answered just a split second after crossing your mind; The unidentified male beside you turned in his sleep, finally revealing his face to you: Dark, somewhat damp, and definitely sandy hair fell onto the boy’s forehead. His eyebrows were slightly scrunched up, the content of his dreams responsible for their tensed state. His pink lips were parted slightly, and you could see a slight sunburn on the bridge of his nose, making his appearance even cuter. You had to consciously stop a groan from going past your lips once again. Lee Heeseung really wasn’t the person you expected to wake up next to. For him it was probably not too out of the ordinary, being a notorious heartthrob and all, still, for a moment you were quite taken aback by the fact that you weren’t dreaming still.

A small sigh left Heeseung’s lips and pulled you back to reality. Quickly you gathered what you thought were your belongings, slipped a flannel shirt over your barely covered body and hurried away from the sorry-excuse-of-a-bed, leaving behind a still sleeping Heeseung.

It took you a hot second to orientate on the wide beach, but in the distance. you could see last night’s party location, the Park family’s beach house. Of course, there were more houses lined up along the beach, but the Park’s vacation home always stuck out. You sighed, turning the other direction, heading to your best friend’s house, praying that he had been smart enough to collect most of your belongings (read: cell phone) before leaving, and more importantly that he had answers.

Sunoo’s humble beach residence was only a few houses down from your own, which was both a blessing and a curse. It was blessing because had it been any further you might have never met your present-day best friend. It was also a blessing because that meant Sunoo was always within shouting distance, making your neighbors hate you and your voices raspy at times (before cell phones were a thing, of course). One summer the two of you actually created some sort of secret language, or rather signals for each other, by blasting certain songs for different situations during the day. This way of communicating was cut short however, when the police showed up after you blasted Madonna’s Material Girl for 20 minutes straight, signaling your desire to go shopping that afternoon. (Sunoo didn’t answer because he was taking a nap. A nap that was disturbed by the sirens of the police arriving. Apparently, the Police Department took noise complaint on a Wednesday afternoon very seriously.)

Anyways, it was curse because you were within the reach of your parents for 95% of the time. Not that you disliked your parents or spending time with them, but sometimes a daughter needs her space, especially during the summertime. Either way, you were really hoping Sunoo was already awake (unlikely), or at very least he left the door to his balcony open for you to slip inside (very likely).

Thankfully, on this beautiful Saturday morning, both was the case. Just as you slipped through the curtains into Sunoo’s room, he appeared out of his bathroom, bathrobe covering his freshly showered body. Oh, what you would do for a shower right now. The scent of Sunoo’s citrusy bodywash filled the air making it even more evident to you how exhausted and gross you felt. The boy smirked at you, “Had a nice night?”

Most people would be surprised or shocked even if their best friend stood in their bedroom out of the blue. But not Sunoo. He was far too used to you showing up at his house unannounced and in all honesty, it was one of the things you appreciated the most about him, always welcoming you and all your problems as well as questionable choices. What you appreciated less, however, was the rhetorical question  he greeted you with.

You ignored his remark, letting yourself fall onto his freshly made bed, burying your face in his cotton-candy, cloud like pillows.

“HEY Sandy Cheeks, get out of my bed right now or I will call security and make them chase you all the way back into Lee Heeseung’s arms.” He swiftly kicked you off his bed, banning you to the floor.

Sitting up you looked up at him through messy hair hanging in your face, “Please tell me you were smart enough to fetch my things before you left.”

“Of course. I am the intelligent one after all.” He smiled at you, pointing to your bag, neatly placed on one of his lounge chairs. Alongside the bag there was your jacket and what looked like your sweatshirt from last night. “Your phone is charging on my bedside table. Your parents sent a few messages last night. I replied, I hope you don’t mind.”

Your eyes got teary. You really had the bestest friend in the entire world, “Sunoo…” you pouted at him in appreciation, getting up to hug him. Sunoo was quick to take a step back, however.

“Nope. No. Definitely not. No hugs before you take a shower. You look like you came straight from bikini bottom.” He pushed you towards the bathroom, “You smell like it too.”

“Hey!”

“Not my fault you decided to sleep in the sand. Hurry up, ok? Jungwon’s coming over for breakfast.”

Sunoo had almost closed the door, but you stopped him from shutting it completely, “What? Why is Jungwon coming over?”

Jungwon was also part of your summer-clique, although he was a more recent member of the circle. He lived a little further away from most of the vacationers, his family having a private private beach on the east coast of the island. He still spent most of his time on your side of paradise, which is also how you met. In the beginning Jungwon was a little quieter, but you were quick to learn that he is actually just as mean as Sunoo (in an endearing way, of course) so he was a perfect fit for your friend groups. And thus, the azure trio was born. (Sunoo saw the name as more fitting than the golden trio since you spent most of your days lounging by the strikingly blue water, and he didn’t like to plagiarize.)

“He wants to hear about your night with Heeseung of course. As do I, by the way, but we should wait until he arrives, I don’t need to hear all the dirty details twice.” He smirked at you, earning himself a glare from your side. “Besides,” he continued, “somebody has to return Heeseung’s flannel. And I doubt it’s going to be you,” (he was right of course), “The poor fella had to walk home without a shirt because of you. Really, Y/N, you should feel at least a little guilty.”

You weren’t fast enough to think of a comeback to that, which you would have loved to blame on the still remaining alcohol in your system, but you knew that wasn’t the reason why you couldn’t come up with a counter remark. Looking down your torso, you only now noticed how soft the fabric of the loose shirt you wore was. It smelled kind of nice, too. A fondness started to spread on your features as you admired the shirt hanging from your tired body.

Sunoo didn’t notice however and hastily reminded you to hurry, “Shower. Now.” And with that he shut the door.

 chapter 2: unexpected guest, unexpected feelings

The shower was less than relaxing for you. As the semi-hot water hit your body, all you could think about was how you would go on about things. You didn’t remember too much from what had happened last night; Only that you kept drinking from the punch, in which Jake Sim had promised you was the least alcohol from the drinks provided that night. Well, the least alcohol didn’t mean little alcohol. Either way, you decided to blame Jake Sim for not only your actions last night, but also your hangover. You sighed, if only you could remember your actions from last night.

After another twenty minutes of regretting your life choices, you concluded that it didn’t matter much what happened with Heeseung exactly. Heeseung spent nights with lots of girls and doesn’t talk to them the day after. You were sure he had woken up to an empty bed before and was glad about it, so you really didn’t have to feel bad, right? Besides, you and Heeseung were somewhat friends. Well, acquaintances? You were almost positive that Heeseung would not be hurt by your leaving, you seriously doubted that he even remembered anything. You would just go down as one of the many girls Lee Heeseung has hooked up with. Yes, it will probably be topic of some gossiping in the near future, but that will eventually die down, and Sunoo wouldn’t let anyone spread any nasty rumors about you (he is scary like that). Yet, there was small part of you that wanted Lee Heeseung to care, and an even bigger part wanted to remember everything that happened last night, not to just know but to memorize what it felt like to be with Heeseung. You sighed.

However, after getting cleaned up and ready for the day in Sunoo’s bathroom, you had calmed your nerves and come to the conclusion that all of this really was not as big of deal as it had seemed at first.

False.

As you came out onto the patio, you were expecting two boys, laughing, munching on bagels, and slurping freshly squeezed orange juice as well as a general relaxed and comforting atmosphere, in which you can discuss and hopefully laugh about last nights happenings. Instead, you were met with three boys, silence that was so thick, it could have been cut with a knife, and an atmosphere that was as awkward as having the talk with your dad.

It only took you the split of a second to realize that the third boy was none other than Lee Heeseung. Great. With his back still to yours, he didn’t notice you right away. Sunoo’s eyes darted to yours however, which made not only Jungwon turn around to greet you but also the boy you weren’t expecting. He looked tired. Granted, you were tired too, but you reckoned after the shower you looked a lot more refreshed than he did. His hair was still as messy as it had been when he was sleeping, his lips were slightly chapped, still pink though, and the sunburn on his face seemed to have gotten slightly worse.

Heeseung’s eyes scanned over your body, taking in the comfortable, fresh clothes you were wearing, as opposed to the swim wear you had been in, last time he saw you. He was also hoping to see you in his flannel, which he concluded must have been taken by you, but was disappointed by the lack of it on your frame. You looked surprised to see him. The thought that you didn’t want to see him crossed his mind, but he chose to not let that diminish his confidence. Why else would she have left? A small voice in his head spoke, which Heeseung again ignored.

“Hi,” you spoke impossibly quiet. You were praying to all of the gods that this boy would not mention you leaving him in the sand. If he did, you’d probably have cried and flown home instantly, to never speak to anyone on the island ever again. You were sure your nervousness was showing in the form of a red tint on your cheeks, you hoped Heeseung was just as unobservant as your average 21-year-old.

“Uhm, hi.” He answered in a tone that was almost cautious, “You forgot your wallet at Jay’s.” he held out the small black card holder for you to take.

“Oh. Thank you.” You reached out your hand to grab it, making a mental reminder to thank Jay for not letting anyone non-trustworthy take it with them. Lost in thought, your fingers brushed Heeseung’s, and your eyes  met his. Heeseung was already looking at you, his eyes looking for answers, Why did she just leave?, while yours were pleading him to not say anything, ask anything about last night or why he woke up alone. In all truthfulness, you weren’t entirely sure why you just left; you just felt overwhelmed, out of place next to Lee Heeseung. But above all, you didn’t want to be just one of the girls Heeseung has had a thing with, you refused to be just another one of his girls.

A loud car honk pulled you out of your moment. You jumped slightly and Heeseung’s instincts wanted nothing more than to casually pull you in to comfort you, but it really wasn’t his place to do so. The car honk also reminded him that Jake was waiting for him outside, ready to take him home.

“Sorry. That was Jake.” He explained for all three of you, but he was only looking at you, “I should probably go.” He smiled politely, saying his goodbye to your friends.

You were still standing there, feeling quite out of place, even though technically Heeseung was the intruder, and not knowing how to properly farewell the older boy. You decided on returning the awkward smile and reverting your gaze towards the marble flooring of the Kim’s residence’s veranda.

Heeseung visibly flinched at you swiftly rejecting his every approach but respected it as soon as he understood it. Still, he settled on one last farewell for the morning towards you; Despite your passiveness, he smiled his award-winning smile and just before he vanished behind the corner of the house, he called out your name.

Quite surprised your head turned towards his direction, the rising sun, blinding his view, but making him glow in yours, “I’ll talk to you later, yeah?”

Before you could reply Heeseung was gone. With quick steps he jumped into Jake’s Jeep, who only gave him a questioning look, “Dude, you’re so whipped.”

Heeseung glared at him, “Shut up, Sim.” But of course, he was. And he knew that Jake knew. As well as all the other boys. Even Riki knew, and it was the kid’s first summer on the island. But Heeseung didn’t mind; it only meant that the boys didn’t try anything with you. Heeseung sighed, he really wished yesterday had gone differently, and he really wanted to know what was going on in that pretty head of yours.

 chapter three: the chosen one

“Well, that was awkward as hell.” Jungwon stated, once again pulling you out of your thoughts and your gaze away from where Heeseung last was, towards him.

“Good morning to you too, Jungwon.” You smiled at him with false sweetness, letting yourself fall onto the comfortable seating area that was located just behind your friends. Sitting down your eyes were on the search for a glass of water and the aspirin Sunoo no doubt had provided for you. Aha. Reaching for the pills you finally looked back at your two best friends, “What?”

“You are this year’s chosen one.” Sunoo stated matter-of-factly.

“I am this year’s what now?” You looked at him, an almost amused smile fighting its way onto your lips.

“Let’s be honest, she has been every year’s chosen one. Heeseung just hasn’t been successful in charming our Y/N yet. Well until now. Although I doubt, she even remembers how he did it.”

It’s true that over the past year Heeseung has almost always had a summer fling. It has gotten to the point where girls were getting all dolled up for the first party of the summer just to be the quote-unquote chosen one. You, of course, had never bothered with such efforts for a man. At least not after the first year, in which Heeseung had already been making out with some girl by the point you had even gotten to the party. Not that you minded much back then, it was just a little annoying, that’s all. The years after that you and Sunoo bothered less and less with Heeseung’s crowd. They were all really nice individually, but put together they were… well, they were a lot.

“I am not anyone’s chosen one. Let alone Lee Heeseung’s. Can we please just drop this?”

“Oh, you so are! And no, we cannot!” Sunoo exclaimed enthusiastically, “This is your summer to have an epic romance!” You just rolled your eyes and groaned.

“It really isn’t? Besides, I don’t want to be one of Heeseung’s trophy hook-ups.” You looked at your boys sternly, “so can we please just drop it.”

Sunoo scrunched his nose at you, but ultimately shut up, pouring you a cup of coffee, which you happily accepted and directly led towards your lips. The juice of life you thought, giggling to yourself.

“Can I just say one more thing?” Jungwon looked at you and you raised an eyebrow at him, signaling him to continue, but with caution. The boy in front of you started to smirk, “You really just left Lee Heeseung laying in the sand. Imagine the hit his ego must have taken.” Sunoo burst out laughing at the thought of Heeseung waking up alone on the beach, and while there was a small smile on your lips, you felt a pang in your chest, feeling a tad bit guilty.

 Thankfully your parents weren’t too mad at you for not coming home that night. You just explained that you fell asleep at Sunoo’s and that was pretty much the end of it. At least with your parents. You could quite literally feel and hear Sunoo and Jungwon eyeing you, smirking at you or giggling whenever Heeseung or the party at Jay’s was mentioned. Remarks such as “Yes, Y/N really enjoyed that night” or “Oh, Y/N wouldn’t know because she was busy on the beach” were something you have had to get used to for the past couple of days. Yes, the teasing went on for days.

Heeseung however didn’t text you or talk to you at all for that matter. On one hand you were glad that he was not talking to you, but on the other hand you were sort of disappointed.  But you supposed that was just the buzz of it all. It was probably a good thing that he hadn’t called you up, at all.

 chapter 4: boys’ day

So here you were, still thinking about Lee Heeseung as you were sitting on your windowsill looking at the outside world, somewhat trying to get past one of the rarest days of summer; Rain clouds had engulfed the blue skies over the island, painting them a monotonous grey, but letting the plants thrive with the additional hydration. Your parents had gone to the house of family friends, and you didn’t want to tag along planning on spending the day with your friends. Days like these you’d usually spent watching movies with Sunoo and Jungwon, but Jungwon and Sunoo had been invited over by a new kid named Riki. You didn’t know what they were doing but you honestly didn’t need to know after the words ‘boys’ day’ were brought up into the conversation. They were traitors in any case.

You sighed looking out onto the completely empty beach. The rain was tapping a calming rhythm onto the glassy front in your room. It was seldom that you were truly bored when you were here, but you supposed there was a first time for everything. You sighed, even people watching was impossible on a day like this with everyone being couped up in their respective homes. You couldn’t help but let your mind wander to Heeseung. For a moment you wondered what he was doing. Maybe he was at Riki’s just like all the other boys? Or maybe he was home, bored half to death, just like you.

 Heeseung was, in fact, at Riki’s. But not for the reason the others were there, well, at least not officially. Riki’s parents had hired him as Riki’s chaperone for the evening, arguing that there had to be at least one adult watching the teenage boys doing whatever they were doing. Heeseung didn’t know were exactly the parents had gone to and Riki probably didn’t either, all he knew was that they were gone for a week and left Riki under his supervision. Bad idea. Heeseung really just was a kid at heart, probably even more immature than Riki, the actual child (even though he was tall, Hee had to admit.)

In any case, Heeseung was officially chaperoning his friends and unofficially he was just hanging out with all of his favorite people in the world. Well, almost all of his favorite people.

When he saw that Riki had also invited Sunoo and Jungwon along, he had a spark of hope that you’d come along. But that spark was diminished when Jay loudly yelled BOYS NIGHT through the entire living room, making most of the other guys laugh, and Heeseung sigh.

He missed your warmth. Granted he had only ever held you once, but he remembered how his arms fit around your body as if you’d just gotten up a moment ago. After years of watching you from afar, he had finally gotten enough courage to talk to you that night. In retrospect it was probably not the best of nights to initiate his plan on finally doing something about his crush on you, but he just couldn’t help himself; when he saw you sitting on kitchen counter, left alone by Sunoo (your usual corrupter), hiccupping, and sipping on a dixie cup full of water (how he later learned), he just couldn’t not talk to you. And  conversation with you was easy. Sure, you were drunk, he was definitely not sober either, but the conversation was still of quality. It was easy to follow you outside to the beach, listening to you ramble on about how you’ve always wanted to go swimming in front of Jay’s house but were too sacred because his dad was incredibly intimidating. The looks of encouragement the boys gave him didn’t help either, all of them knowing how he felt about you. Heeseung never was too secretive about the fact he liked you, talking and analyzing the few conversations the two of you had with his closest friends on multiple occasions. The two of you had gone swimming that night and, oh, the fun you had. Heeseung thought it was a shame that you probably had forgotten all of that (judging by your reaction to his visit the next day). He also knew that you probably had the wrong idea of that night. Heeseung knew of his reputation, it was his own fault really, but that night nothing had happened, well nothing except that he had fallen even harder for you. After the two of you had gone for your midnight swim, you had simply decided that you were tired and that you were simply going to sleep on the beach for that night. He had tried to convince you to at least get back to Jay’s house and sleep in one of the many guest rooms, but you had refused, and planted yourself in fetal position in the sand, with a towel covering your body as a blanket. What was he supposed to do? Was he just supposed to let you sleep all on your own on the beach? No, he would’ve never done that, so he did the next best thing; he laid down next to you. And when he woke up the next day, you were gone and so was his flannel.

After visiting you that day Heeseung decided to let you come to him. Well, let you decide whether or not you wanted to get to know him more /read: again (you had forgotten practically everything)/. So far you hadn’t reached out.

The other boys knew of Heeseung’s girl troubles, of course. It was one of the reasons they had invited Sunoo and Jungwon. Not that they didn’t like the two boys, they just weren’t as close, and all the drama with you, gave them an excuse to get to know them better. It was Sunghoon’s idea to invite them and ask them if you talked about Heeseung to them. Sunghoon figured he could  totally tell by their reaction whether or not you liked Heeseung. Of course, he wasn’t counting on them just outright telling them that you like Heeseung, but rather, he was expecting an outright ‘No’, by which he could judge the reality behind the statement. Sunghoon thought his plan was foolproof.

“So,” Sunghoon started out, eyeing Heeseung (who was already facepalming internally), “how’s Y/N?”

Sunoo started to laugh hysterically, “Is that why we’re here?” he chuckled to himself, while the others frantically shook their heads.

“She’s dense, that’s how she is.” Jungwon stated.

Sunoo scoffed, slightly offended on your behalf, but essentially agreeing, “Oblivious is what she is.” He shrugged, popping another blueberry into his mouth.

Heeseung’s eyes met Sunoo’s, and the boy sighed, “Listen, Hee, I don’t know what is going on in that girl’s head half of the time. I would love to tell you that she likes you, which I honestly think she does, but I also think that she hasn’t figured that out herself yet.”

Heeseung just nodded along to this newfound information, but there was one more question he needed the answer to, “Does she know what really happened on the beach?”

Sunoo’s eyes went wide, “If you’re about to tell me about your sex-capades with my best friend, please refrain from doing so. You can fill her in the next time you see her. Or maybe don’t, safe sex and all, you know.”

Heeseung’s ears must’ve turned bright red judging by the laughter that surrounded the boy. Jungwon was looking at him prudently, making him uneasy. Most people thought because you and Sunoo were a little closer, he was the scary one, but Heeseung had observed how Jungwon acts towards you, and he knew that it was probably Jungwon he should be scared of.

Jungwon broke the eye contact he was holding with Heeseung, “I think she knows nothing happened,” Heeseung let out a sigh in relief, “but I also think that she doesn’t really know what happened instead of that. I think she’s too embarrassed to ask.” To that Sunoo started to nod, agreeingly.  

“Maybe you should discuss this with her? I mean, talking about her with her best friends isn’t really the way to get the girl now, is it?” Jake suggested clapping a hand on Heeseung’s shoulder, encouragingly. Heeseung nodded and smiled slightly.

With that the boys started to get ready for their rainy day inside filled with laughter and snacks. While the other boys bantered and giggled amongst themselves, Heeseung’s thoughts wandered towards you more than once.

 chapter 5: the plan.

The popsicle was dripping down your hand as you listened to the strangest idea you had ever heard out of Yang Jungwon’s mouth: “A bonfire?” you asked bemused by Jungwon’s newfound enthusiasm to host a party at his family’s private beach. It never really crossed the mind of any of the three of you to host a party at one of your residences; there were official unofficial roles on the island and the three of you definitely were not playing the party host part. You instantly suspected that it was Sunoo who planted the idea into Jungwon’s head, but he definitely played the part of actually wanting to do it somewhat well. You looked at the two boys with a quizzical eyebrow.

“Yes,” Sunoo said dramatically, “a bonfire. You know marshmallows and everything? Anyways the weather is perfect for it, let’s say Friday? How does that sound?”

Jungwon just shrugged. He didn’t really care much when this party was happening, as long as Sunoo promised to clean up afterwards (which he did).

“Why the sudden desire to have a party? We’re the party goers on the island, not the party throwers.” Finally, you turned your attention back towards the melting popsicle in your hand, cleaning up the mess the sun had made by skillfully tracing the trails of sticky sweetness with your tongue. Both boys watched in disgust.

“Ew,” Sunoo stated, “But, I was thinking we could invite Yunjin, Chaewon, and the others. You know the girlies from the north shore.” He smiled at you.

The north shore girls always got you. For some reason you were one of the few girls your age that actually lived on this side of the island, so whenever Yunjin came over to visit you spent as much time with her as possible. You just loved them a lot. And Sunoo knew that, of course.

Jungwon cleared his throat, “I was also thinking of inviting the boys.” He looked at you as though he expected you to argue.

“The boys?” you chuckled, “Who is ‘the boys’ exactly?”

Jungwon exchanged a look with Sunoo, “Oh you know, just Jake and the guys. Heeseung too maybe?” At his name you froze for a moment, a quiet Oh slipping past your lips.

Heeseung’s whole idea of letting you come to him had been going fairly well, with you almost finally deciding to ask him about the night on the beach (grave influence on the matter was that Sunoo would just not shut up about it), but you had heard a rumor of Heeseung hooking up with one of his ‘past chosen ones’. And with that your intent to talk to him did a 180 and evolved into the plan to never talk to him again (much to Sunoo’s frustrations). Deep down you knew it was bad to listen to gossip, but you were also somewhat spiritual and took this as a sign from the universe that talking to Heeseung would be a bad idea. Both of your best friends knew that in reality it was an attempt to protect your heart. Ever since then the both of them had dropped the topic of your not-one-night-stand (as it had been established by now), until now at least.

“That’s okay with you, right?” Jungwon asked, again speaking in a tone that was too cautious. It made you feel uneasy.

You sighed, “Yes, of course. Sure. What do I care if Lee Heeseung is going to be there.” Overkill, Y/N, tone it down a bit. Both boys chuckled at your response, “All I’m saying is what do I care, when Huh Yunjin is going to be there. I’m going to hug her all night.” Nice save. You rolled your eyes at yourself.

“Right.” Sunoo laughed, shaking his head.

Over the past two weeks he and Heeseung had gotten considerably closer. Plotting ways to get you to talk to him. Heeseung always told Sunoo not to meddle, but Sunoo said he was simply annoying you into talking to Heeseung (and he was almost successful). Imagine the earful Heeseung had gotten after you had told Sunoo about the rumor you had heard. Heeseung had been completely confused about the accusations, not having talked to the girl in over three years. It took Jay and Sunghoon to assure Sunoo that you had been everything Heeseung had been talking about all summer, and they pleaded him to just do something about the two of you since by now all 4 of them could describe your eye color in heavy detail. Sunoo had laughed when he heard that statement, thinking it a vast exaggeration, but it was true; All Heeseung had been talking about was you: how you took his breath away, how what he had been feeling was something completely new to him. It felt so much bigger than himself and he didn’t completely understand it. To be honest he didn’t understand it all, and it scared him. It ate him up from the inside to not know how you were feeling, but he also wanted to honor the promise to himself (and you) to let you decide when you were ready to talk about it. Sunoo thought that was sweet, but he also reminded Heeseung that you could be incredibly stubborn and dense, so it would definitely take some more time and maybe a different strategy. However frustrating that may be.

The winds turned in Heeseung’s favor. Since you were okay with him coming to the party, Sunoo figured you were okay with talking to Heeseung. Eventually. Riki had suggested to  just get you drunk again, but with one stern look by both Heeseung and Sunoo he put that idea back into his mind-trash can. Thus, an actual plan had not been established per se. However, Sunoo knew that you were going to talk to the girls for sure, he just had to guarantee it was about Heeseung, so that you were finally going to talk to him, as well as put yourself and the poor boy out of your misery of mutual attraction and pining.

 chapter 6: the bonfire.

The weather was nice. Not too hot, not too windy, not too humid. Perfect for a bonfire. At least that’s what you’ve been told by both of your best friends over and over as the three of you prepared Jungwon’s house for the evening’s festivities. Apparently, it had taken a little time to convince his parents to host a party at the house. Something about a Daniel and a chandelier? Jungwon hadn’t gone into detail about this one of his party-stories from during the semester. But in the end the promise of Sunoo cleaning up everything convinced them, as well as the idea of a responsible Y/N. It seemed funny to you that the boys had made you out to be the mature member of your trio, but you guessed it made sense with Jungwon’s parents knowing you the least, as well as you being the oldest.

So, the three of you spent your day prepping for the party; from putting away expensive art and decorations to cutting fruit and baking brownies. You hadn’t realized how much work hosting a party was, thus newfound admiration for people like Jay, who had a party almost every weekend, bloomed inside of you.

The three of you finished late in the afternoon and decided to go for a swim just before the guests would arrive. The suns heat had died down after its height at 2 p.m. but it was still hot outside, your body welcoming the cool sensation of the salty waters. It was quiet the only sounds being the soft waves crashing onto the beach and the laughter of Sunoo and Jungwon as they took turns dunking each other underwater. Boys. You noticed the ocean had been extremely calm all afternoon, awaiting the storm of the party patiently.

You sighed, letting the water carry your body on its surface. You weren’t exactly nervous for the party, but you also weren’t totally chill about it. For one you were somewhat stressed because you felt responsible for Jungwon’s house. But the main reason for your anxiety was definitely Heeseung. Not that you were hoping for anything, but over the past few days you had come to the conclusion that you liked him, and it was horrifying to say the least. Especially since you were sure that he had forgotten all about you, never having talked to you ‘later’ and all. In your frustration you let the ocean swallow up your body only coming back up when your lungs were screaming for oxygen. Nothing like clearing your mind off a boy like almost intentionally drowning. You hadn’t realized how far out the ocean had carried you until you heard Sunoo call your name from a distance. He looked so small on the shore, towel wrapped around his body, he motioned for you to come out, “Y/N!! We have got to get ready! Come on!” With a small smile and some butterflies in your stomach you made your way towards the shore, worrying about which outfit of the three you had brought with you, you would wear.

 The guests arrived sooner than you expected, and before you knew it, you were sat in between Yunjin and Chaewon, drink in your hand, and worries far away. The latter especially since you hadn’t seen Heeseung yet, and the house was pretty much packed, so you were hopefully not going to run into him at all. Out of sight out of mind.

“So, Y/N,” Yunjin turned towards you, “Lee Heeseung, huh?” she smirked, and you groaned, not out of mind, you facepalmed internally.

“I mean I’m not even exactly sure something happened between us,” you explained, “I just woke up next to him on the beach.” The girls started to squeal at that, making you instantly regret telling them about your sandy sleepover.

“Okay, so there is virtually no way nothing happened. And there’s also no way that you don’t remember anything. You’re just being shy, aren’t you? ” Yunjin urged you to further elaborate, but you really couldn’t. You understood that they were curious about what happened that night, in all honesty so were you, but you simply couldn’t answer their questions. So you just shrugged.

“I have an idea.” Chaewon mumbled, a mischievous smile forming on her lips. Her eyes travelled from your concerned face across the room, to the topic of your conversation.

“Chaewon, don’t-” you warned in vain.

“Heeseung!” she yelled out to him, making him turn around instantly. You actually didn’t know if Heeseung knew the north shore girls or not, and by the confused look on his face you guessed he didn’t know them well. The confusion on his face vanished when his eyes met yours. His mouth slightly opened as though he wanted to say something from all the way across the room. You mouthed a small hello, a smile occupying your lips just a moment later. He smiled back, waving, and taking the first step into your direction.

It stayed with just the one though, as Jake pulled Heeseung by the arm out into the direction of the beach, “Jungwon needs our help to start the fire.” Heeseung was too startled to fight back, looking back once more as he was being kidnapped onto the beach, only to see you glare at your friends. Cute.

“Chaewon, what the hell?” you looked at her, raised eyebrows.

“What? You should thank me, because, while we still don’t know what happened on the beach that night, we now know that Lee Heeseung likes you.” She smiled triumphantly.

“Please, he said hi to me, that doesn’t mean he likes me.” You sighed, letting your head fall back.

“No, I agree with Chae. There was definitely an ‘I like you’ kind of vibe in the way he looked at you.” You really could have strangled Yunjin then and there, giving you hope that your feelings might actually be reciprocated, “besides, I heard that he hasn’t been hooking up with any girls this summer. My neighbor talked about it; her ego must’ve taken quite the hit.” Yunjin chuckled as she remembered the girl talking loudly on the phone about a certain Lee Heeseung not giving her the time of day.

You weren’t convinced, however, and with one glance thrown your way the girls realized that too, “All we’re saying is,” Yunjin began, smiling softly at you, “maybe it’s worth finding out what happened, you know? From what we can tell, be it by rumors and gossip I admit, Heeseung seems to actually be waiting for you to initiate something. Which is really sweet considering you left him in the sand.” Chae and Yunjin started to chuckle slightly.

You rolled your eyes at the latter comment, but knew that, ultimately, they were right. You really wanted to know what happened, having gone through endless scenarios of what might-have-happened in your head already. You sighed, nodding, taking the last sip of your drink before getting up to get a refill. Looking outside you could now see the distant glow of the bonfire. You pouted, Sunoo and Jungwon clearly having lit it without you. That would also explain the lack of people inside the house, which you only realized now. You grabbed another beer, getting the girls to join the others outside.

 Heeseung sighed, watching the flames dance and throw shadows all over the cooled down sand, your short interaction from earlier replaying in his head over and over. He had gone over a game plan for the night in the car just before coming inside, but it had all flown out of his head when he had seen you sit there and actually look at him. You made him nervous. Jake had apologized multiple times after Heeseung complained about being dragged away from the love of his life to start a fire. In the end, he decided that it was a good thing. Talking to you while two of your intimidating girl friends were around, probably wasn’t the greatest idea. He just hoped you would talk to him tonight or he might explode from the lack of /you/.

Jungwon was observing the older boy. There was a small smile hanging from his lips as he approached Heeseung, his shadow looming over him even before he could get Heeseung’s attention by tapping his shoulder. Noticing the unnatural shade from the warm fire, Hee looked up, giving Jungwon a questioning look.

“She’ll talk to you tonight.” Jungwon stated reassuringly, “I have a good feeling about it. Call it my psychic abilities, the mystery of the Yang mansion or the magic of the bonfire, but I simply know that she’ll talk to you tonight.” (Jungwon knew of course because you promised him you would if the opportunity arised. Just before the first guests arrived you had held a speech to him and Sunoo concerning your feelings for the boy in front of him. Something about now or never. Jungwon was sure you had taken swigs of Rum while preparing the punch.)

Heeseung laughed at the boy’s optimism, doubting his words as well as the magic of the bonfire. But just as he was about to reply, you stepped onto the cool sand.

“Speaking of the devil.” Jungwon smirked.

It was obvious that you were tipsy again, and Heeseung prayed that you weren’t as far gone as you had been a few weeks ago and would actually remember your (hopeful) interactions tonight. Heeseung’s eyes followed your figure as you made your way into the direction of Sunoo. You handed the boy your beer and sat down beside him. Soon after your laugh filled the atmosphere. Well at least Heeseung’s ears as you were the only thing he could focus on now that you were in his closer vicinity. Not that he had any troubles focusing on you only even when you weren’t anywhere near him.

 “Someone’s been staring at you.” Sunoo smirked, taking a sip from your/his beer. You blushed at his statement. You had noticed Heeseung looking at you, but you didn’t realize other people did to. Although you could’ve guessed that Sunoo would notice it, being the biggest Y/N-Heeseung-supporter and all. “Go talk to him and put that poor man out of his misery.” Sunoo smiled, but you knew he was serious with his request.

“I don’t know, Sunoo.” You looked at your feet, burying themselves in the sand, “what if I embarrass myself?”

Looking at his best friend, Sunoo realized for the first time just how much you like Heeseung. He had never witnessed you hesitating when it came to talking to someone you found attractive. You were straight forward, confident. At first, he thought you were just a little embarrassed, that you just felt awkward because of the whole beach sleepover, but now he came to understand that you truly, genuinely liked Heeseung.

His features softened, “Oh Y/N, you won’t embarrass yourself. Everything’s going to go great, I promise.”

You smiled at his encouragement, but shook your head nonetheless, “I think I’ll wait a little longer, maybe sober up some more.”

Sunoo sighed but understood your reasoning. Oh, it was nerve wrecking to be in love.

 As the hours went on, the fire lost its immensity. Its warmth reaching less and less far, until you could only remember its comfort by its flicker. Most people had either left or gone inside, only few remained on the beach. Heeseung was still low key watching you as you sipped on your water bottle, having switched from booze to the refreshing liquid almost immediately after coming down to the fire. What Heeseung couldn’t tell from his side of the bonfire was how nervous you were. You were hyping yourself up internally to finally get up to the boy. You had been pep-talking yourself for the past hour.

“Okey, Y/N, if you look up now and he’s looking at you, you go over there and talk to him.” You muttered to yourself, still burying your feet in the sand, only to pull them out again moments later. With one last breath, you averted your gaze from your incredibly interesting feet to Heeseung.

The boy in question was surprised to finally be seeing your eyes directed at him, visibly flinching at your sudden eye contact. Still, he didn’t look away, only tilting his smiling at you. Just as you promised yourself, you got up and made your way towards Heeseung, who was growing more and more giddy at the prospect of talking to you finally.

“Hi” you breathed out, barely audible. Had Heeseung not seen your lips move, he would’ve thought it was the wind rushing by.

“Hey.” He smiled, “long time no see.”

“Yeah, I know.” You looked down, “sorry about that.”

He shook his head no, meaning it wasn’t your fault (although it undeniably was) “You want to sit down?” he patted the space next to him on the log. Earlier that day Jungwon had placed three huge tree trunks around the fire for the proper experience.

“Actually…” you looked around, “maybe we could go somewhere else?” Heeseung’s eyes grew wide, a redness spreading across his face he was sure even the low light of the fire couldn’t conceal, “Just because there’s so many prying eyes around.” You quickly clarified, “I don’t know about you, but I can definitely feel Sunoo’s gaze boring through the back of my head.”

Heeseung’s sight darted towards the other side of the fire, where indeed all of your friends had gathered to watch their favorite ship sail. He laughed as he stood up, “Yea, you’re right.” He placed his hand on your lower back leading you further away from the flickering light source, “Let’s go,” he smiled.

(There was a number of groans and eyerolls by your friends to be observed, but they supposed they would get the details later.)

Heeseung and you walked in silence for a bit, making sure you were out of earshot. The more time you spent by his side, the more comfortable you felt. You noticed you were getting closer with every step you took until your sides were brushing against each other. It warmed your insides.

Heeseung on the other hand was growing more and more nervous. He thought his heart would actually burst and butterflies would fly out of his mouth any second now. Your close proximity being something he definitely had not gotten used to, despite already having slept next to you once. The fact that you seemed to be completely sober added only more to his anticipation.

“How have you been?” he blurted out. Mentally facepalming his sudden initiation of small talk.

You laughed quietly, “Honestly?” You looked at him, the corners of your mouth turning upwards, “It’s been a bit of a rollercoaster recently,” you chuckled.

Hee nodded along, agreeing with your statement.

The two of you had ventured so far down the beach, that the soft waves of the night were now kissing your feet. The reflection of the moon created a pale shine on both of your faces and Heeseung thought you looked simply beautiful. He was sure he was staring again, but through looking at you he noticed that you slightly shivered. The temperatures had dropped since the beginning of the party and now with the lack of the bonfire-y atmosphere, Heeseung could understand that you were a little chilly.

“Are you cold?” He asked walking side by side with you.

You only shook your head, no. But you knew Heeseung probably looked right through that lie.

He let out a breathy laugh, “I would give you my flannel, but someone hasn’t retuned it yet.”

You snapped your head towards him, eyes wide and mouth open, “Oh my god, Heeseung, I’m sorry. I’ve been meaning to give it to Jungwon to return it to you.” You averted your gaze again.

“It’s fine.” He smiled, “I’d rather you gave it back yourself anyways. Especially after stealing it so cunningly off my sleeping body.” Heeseung laughed.

But you didn’t. The thought of the night of Jay’s party creating an awkward atmosphere for the first time. You opened your mouth thinking of something to say. It wasn’t his intention to create an uncomfortable situation, but he supposed it was necessary to talk about what happened at some point. Heeseung thought he could see the gears working in your brain, although he wasn’t entirely sure what you were going to say.

When you abruptly halted it took him a second to stop his movements as well. Now a few steps in front of you, the tall boy looked back at you, waiting for you to say something.

“Heeseung, I am so sorry for just leaving,” you bit your lip, a smile fighting its way onto his lips before you continued, “I was honestly just overwhelmed by the situation, especially because I didn’t remember a whole lot of the night before. I didn’t want to create a potentially uneasy situation the moment you woke up and now I realize that me leaving probably only spared me from such feelings, but just know that I am truly, genuinely sorry.” You finally breathed out, looking the boy in the eye.

“It’s okay.” He said a small smile on his lips, “Honestly, at first I thought I had dreamt up everything that I thought to have happened that night. But then I saw the traces of your body in the sand, and I realized it was real.” You flinched at his honesty, feeling a sharp pain in your chest that could only be caused by heart break. You wondered if that was what Heeseung had felt when he realized that you left. “But it’s okey, alright?” he placed his hands on your shoulders, willing you to look at him.

“I’m also sorry I don’t remember everything.” You muttered looking him in the eye but breaking the contact once you realized just how intensely Heeseung was looking at you.

His features softened, “What of that night do you remember?” Heeseung looked as though you held all the answers for all the questions in the world. Searching for them in the depth of your eyes and not stopping until he new it all. It scared you because you knew he would find out everything by just looking at you. You felt bare in front of him, and you were sure he had already figured out how deeply in love you were with him.

You hesitated again, your arms hugging your body in embarrassment. So Heeseung decided to speak up once more, softly he said “Hey, how am I supposed to fill you in, when I don’t know what you remember? I don’t want to bore you with details you already know.”

You chuckled softly at that, “All I know is that, well…” you looked down, “I know that my first assumption of what happened was wrong.”

He couldn’t suppress his laugh at that statement, making you blush furiously, “and what exactly would that assumption be? Just to make sure you’re right with it.”

You sighed, “You know, that we had sex.” Looking at him through your lashes, you saw the biggest grin placed on his face, you rolled your eyes and he laughed.

“No, you’re right. We didn’t have sex.” He confirmed but was still grinning at you though.

“What?” you were starting to laugh as well, the absurdity of the situation catching up with you.

Heeseung was shaking his head, smiling still, and reaching out to pull you closer by your elbows. Being impossibly close to him was definitely something you had yet to get used to. It felt like every inch of you that was touching him was burning, a warmth spreading on your skin, similar to the sensation of the bonfire. His lips were wearing the softest smile as he looked down at you. It was Heeseung’s turn to be sure that you saw all the love in his eyes. He placed his hand on your cheek, caressing it with his thumb. A sweet gesture, but it also ensured that you kept looking at him, and Heeseung really needed you to keep looking at him.

“Why tell you what happened that night when I can show you what should have happened, even long before Jay’s party?” His eyes were looking for some sort of hesitation or uncertainty in yours.

But a small smile spread across your lips, a stark contrast to his anxious facial expression, awaiting your reaction, he knew he could go through with what he had been wanting to do for so long. You tilted your head and in a surge of confidence spoke, “Yeah? And what would that be?”

Heeseung let out one last breath before finally bringing his lips to yours. The kiss wasn’t as hungry as you had expected, it was slow and passionate, lips moving in sync. You could feel Heeseung smile against your lips making you do the same. People say ‘actions speak louder than words’, but in this moment, you thought it should be ‘kisses speak louder than words’. (Cheesy, you cringed at yourself) Before you weren’t entirely sure how Heeseung really felt for you, but after that kiss, you knew just how much he liked you.

When you finally broke away, out of breath but still quietly giggling with each other, you hoped Heeseung could feel just how much you loved him.

Foreheads resting against each other, he broke the silence, “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do this.”

Looking into his eyes, you pecked his lips once more, “Oh, I think I have an idea.”

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