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cbeargyu · 2 months ago

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ALL FOR HIM ♡

summary: you were just the shy girl everyone picked on—until jaehyun stood up for you. from that moment on, you couldn’t stop thinking about him… and when he finally takes you, right there at school, you let him do whatever he wants. because he’s jaehyun. and you’re his.

pairing: popular!jaehyun x shy fem!reader

genre: smut, bullying, possessive love, obsession, breeding kink, slow burn.

warnings: smut, bullying, explicit language, dirty talk, titjob, blowjob, breeding kink, public setting (school), possessiveness, emotional manipulation, oral sex, explicit descriptions of sex, dominant/submissive dynamics, unprotected sex (implied), masturbation. reader has big tits.

wc: 5,1k

you were used to it by now. the whispers, the laughter that wasn't quite hidden, the way your name passed between lips like a joke, something to smirk about. it had started freshman year and followed you like a curse ever since — a quiet, intelligent girl with a full chest and too much silence to defend herself with. you didn’t talk back. you never did. they liked that. it made things easier for them.

you had been trying to get to your locker that day, clutching your books to your chest, eyes on the floor as usual, when one of them blocked your path — tall, loud, one of the usual assholes, with a stupid grin on his face and a crowd behind him.

“what’s the matter?” he laughed. “books too heavy for your big-ass tits to carry?”

you winced, shoulders curling in, trying to push past, but he stepped closer, towering over you. someone else behind him snickered. you hated the way they looked at you — like your body was the only thing about you that existed. like your face didn’t matter. like you were just... meat.

and then, it happened.

a loud thud — the sound of a basketball slamming into skin — followed by a sharp grunt of pain. the guy in front of you stumbled back, clutching his nose, blood already dripping between his fingers. gasps filled the hallway. you blinked, stunned, just in time to see him.

jung jaehyun.

walking toward you with the kind of calm that could only come from someone who knew his power. he was tall, strong, with broad shoulders and that clean-cut look everyone in school adored — uniform perfect, tie loose around his neck, the sleeves of his shirt rolled just enough to show the veins in his forearms. and god, that face. that beautiful, unfairly symmetrical face. smooth skin, sharp jawline, soft eyes, and a smile that had dimples deep enough to drown in.

“get lost.”

he didn’t smile now, though. his eyes were cold.

“you deaf or just fucking stupid?” jaehyun asked, voice low and dangerous as he stepped right up to the guy who had just been mocking you. “i said get lost.”

no one moved.

jaehyun tilted his head. “do i need to break your nose again?”

the guy muttered something and scurried off, dragging the others with him. no one dared to stay. jaehyun had that kind of pull — not just popularity, but respect. he was the star of the basketball team, the top of the class, the golden boy. he never caused trouble, but you just knew that if he did, no one would ever dare challenge him.

when the hallway finally cleared, you realized you were still frozen. still clutching your books like a shield.

jaehyun turned to you then, and the sharpness in his expression melted instantly. he looked at you like you mattered. like he saw you.

“you okay?” he asked, voice soft now, warm like sunlight.

you nodded, too shocked to speak.

he crouched slightly to pick up the notebook you hadn’t even realized you dropped, and when he handed it to you, your fingers brushed. his skin was warm.

“listen,” he said, eyes locked on yours, “if anyone ever fucks with you again, you tell me. i’ll deal with it.”

you stared at him, heart pounding, face burning. you’d never had anyone say something like that to you. no one had everstood up for you.

“thank you,” you whispered.

and he smiled. not a polite smile — not the kind he gave teachers or classmates — but a real one. soft and open, the kind that made his eyes crinkle at the corners and his dimples sink deep into his cheeks.

“anytime,” he said, and then he was walking away, basketball back in his hands, spinning it lazily on one finger as if nothing had happened.

from that moment on, he was everywhere. or maybe you were just seeing him for the first time.

every time he stepped into the classroom, spinning his ball, that same lopsided smile on his face, your heart clenched painfully in your chest. sometimes he’d catch your gaze and wave, and you’d feel your breath hitch, cheeks turning pink as you quickly looked away.

you started writing about him. not because you wanted to — you needed to. your notebooks were full of little pieces of him. how his eyes turned into crescent moons when he laughed. how he always tapped his pencil against the desk when he was thinking. how he’d tie a black headband into his hair when studying, pushing it back to reveal his perfect forehead, his sharp brows, his devastating focus.

you wrote about how he always smelled like clean soap and faint cologne. how he bit his lip when he concentrated. how he always sat with one leg bouncing slightly, headphones in, completely lost in whatever music he was listening to.

you wrote about how good he looked in uniform — shirt crisp, blazer fitting him like it had been made for his body, tie loose just enough to show the curve of his neck. you memorized the way his throat moved when he swallowed water after a game, how sweat clung to his temples, how his chest rose and fell under the fabric when he caught his breath.

and sometimes… when you were alone… you let yourself write the filthier parts, the ones you’d never say out loud. the ones you weren’t supposed to think about. how it would feel to have his fingers inside you — those long, beautiful fingers that handled basketballs and pencils and textbooks with such easy precision.

you couldn’t stop. you were obsessed.

the dreams were getting worse — or better, depending on how you looked at it. every night, your brain pulled you into a fantasy soaked with heat and desperation, and he was always at the center of it. jung jaehyun. kissing you senseless in an empty classroom, whispering things that made your toes curl, pinning your wrists down while his mouth did sinful things to your body. sometimes he’d press you against the lockers, sometimes he’d have you on your knees in the locker room, his voice low and breathless, calling you pretty while he ruined you.

you would wake up flushed, sheets tangled around your legs, thighs slick and sticky, chest rising and falling like you had just run a marathon. you didn’t know how to stop it. you didn’t want to. you were too far gone, too deep in this obsession. you thought about him when you were brushing your teeth, when you were walking home, when the teacher said his name during attendance and your heart would stutter painfully in your chest.

he was inside your head, in your notebooks, in your fucking dreams.

and then came the moment — so small, so brief, but it set your entire soul on fire.

you had been organizing your books after class, everyone else already rushing off to lunch, when you felt a presence beside you. your heart jumped in panic, thinking it was another one of the bullies, but then you heard his voice — calm and warm like a quiet summer afternoon.

“you always stay behind?”

you turned your head and there he was, leaning one arm against the locker next to yours, a lazy smile on his face.

“uh… sometimes,” you answered, your voice barely audible.

he chuckled softly, dimples forming. “you’re always so quiet. it’s kinda cute.”

and then, as if he hadn’t just completely set your whole world upside down, he straightened up and walked away, hands in his pockets, tossing a casual, “see you in gym,” over his shoulder like it was nothing.

but to you, it wasn’t nothing. it was everything.

the image of him calling you cute looped in your head like a broken record, every word replaying with different meanings. you couldn’t eat. you couldn’t breathe. how were you supposed to sit through a full gym class with him now?

the next day, the coach had you all out on the track for timed sprints. full laps around the court, the sun already high and merciless.

“four laps,” the coach barked. “let’s see if any of you are faster than last week.”

jaehyun, of course, was at the front — smooth, effortless, like running didn’t even tire him. he finished in under four minutes, barely breaking a sweat, his black shirt clinging to his back, his arms flexing with every movement as he jogged to a stop and checked his time.

you, on the other hand, were dying. you hadn’t even finished your second lap and already your lungs were burning, your legs threatening to give out, your hair sticking to your face in humid strands. you ran like a baby deer — clumsy, off balance, desperate to just finish.

you could hear the laughter behind you.

“jesus, look at those things bounce,” one of the guys snorted, pointing. “they’ve got more movement than she does.”

you didn’t have to look back to know they were talking about your chest again. your face burned with shame, but you didn’t stop. you kept running — slow, pathetic — wishing you could disappear.

from the sidelines, jaehyun had been sipping from his water bottle, head tilted back, sweat glistening along the side of his neck. the moment he heard the voices behind him, his smile faded. his eyes narrowed.

he turned — and then he saw you.

struggling to keep pace, chest heaving, arms barely lifting. and, fuck. he hated himself for it, but his eyes slipped down. just for a second. just long enough to catch the way your breasts moved with every step, pushed up tight against your gym shirt, too big to be ignored.

he looked away fast, jaw clenching, swallowing hard. he hadn’t meant to do that. you were you — the quiet, sweet girl who wrote notes in class and blushed whenever he waved at her. but his body didn’t care about intentions. his palms suddenly felt hot.

and then you stumbled.

your knees gave out mid-step and you crashed to the floor with a soft cry, your hands catching you just barely before you face-planted. a burst of dust rose around you as your body trembled, trying to get up, but you just coughed, hunched over, chest rising and falling like you couldn’t breathe.

jaehyun didn’t hesitate. he was already running toward you, weaving between students, dropping to his knees in front of you.

“hey— hey, are you okay?”

you blinked up at him, dazed, tears pricking at your eyes from the embarrassment and the pain and the heat.

he reached for you gently, one hand on your waist, the other on your shoulder, steadying you as you tried to sit up. your forehead pressed against his chest for a second, and that’s when it happened — your body tilted forward, and your breasts, full and warm, pressed flush against him.

jaehyun stiffened, just for a second. you felt the tension ripple through him, the way his breath caught in his throat. but he didn’t move away. he kept holding you, focused on your face.

“don’t move too fast,” he murmured. “breathe first.”

you nodded, barely hearing his words over the rush in your ears. you could smell him — clean sweat and soft cologne and something uniquely him. you could feel his arm tightening just slightly around your waist, the strength of his grip making your stomach flutter with heat.

you felt dizzy. not from the fall — but from him.

he took you to the infirmary himself. one arm wrapped around your waist the entire way, supporting your weight, even though you swore your knees were about to give out for a completely different reason. the nurse gasped a little when she saw you, ushering you inside quickly. she cleaned your hands first, then your scraped knees, the sting of antiseptic barely registered against the pounding of your heart. she gave you a bottle of electrolyte water and laid you down on the cot, drawing the thin curtain half-closed around the bed. jaehyun lingered near the corner, arms crossed over his chest, brows slightly furrowed with worry.

“you’ll be okay,” he said quietly, more to himself than to you.

the nurse told him he could go, that you’d be taken care of. he hesitated, then finally turned to leave. but just before slipping past the curtain, he paused and looked back at you.

your lips parted. you wanted to say thank you, to tell him how much it meant to you. but your throat tightened. your mouth wouldn’t move. so you just stared, wide-eyed and grateful, as he gave you the softest smile and walked away.

that image of him—turning back just for you—haunted you the rest of the day.

now, the school was silent. the sun was beginning to set, painting orange stripes across the dusty floor. you were sitting in the very back row of the empty classroom, in your regular uniform again, knees together, hands on your lap. your wounds still stung faintly beneath the bandages.

you weren’t sure why you hadn’t gone home yet. maybe you were waiting for the hallway to clear completely. maybe you were waiting for your heart to calm down. maybe… you were just hoping.

when the sliding door suddenly slammed open, you flinched, body jerking in surprise.

“y/n?”

you turned and saw him—jaehyun, standing at the doorway, his bag slung lazily over one shoulder, eyes widening when he saw you still there.

“what’re you doing here?”

you swallowed, clutching your skirt tightly. “i… i was just waiting… for time to pass,” you mumbled.

he blinked. “huh?”

you shook your head, embarrassed. “nevermind… what about you?”

he walked down the row toward his desk. “forgot my books.”

you watched him crouch, reach under his chair, and pull out a pair of thick textbooks. he dusted one off and sighed, then straightened up and turned toward you.

“guess i’ll see y—”

“wait.”

you stood up quickly, heart hammering in your throat. he paused mid-step, looking at you curiously.

you took a deep breath, walking slowly toward him. “i… i didn’t get to thank you properly. earlier. at the infirmary.”

his face softened. “you don’t have to—”

“but i want to,” you interrupted. “you’ve always helped me. since the beginning. you defended me. you smiled at me. you… you noticed me, when no one else ever did.”

he seemed confused, shifting awkwardly on his feet. “it’s really not a big deal…”

you stepped in closer, until you were right in front of him. your hands came up, trembling slightly, fingers curling around his forearms. he went still.

“let me show you how much it means to me,” you whispered.

your voice was soft but firm, and for the first time in a long time, you looked him straight in the eye. your gaze must’ve shaken him, because his breath caught, lips parting slightly.

you saw it clearly—his pupils dilated, his throat working in a hard swallow, his fingers twitching where they gripped his books.

he nodded. just once.

you dropped slowly to your knees in front of him. his books thudded quietly to the desk behind him, and his hands hovered awkwardly in the air as he stared down at you, his cheeks beginning to flush a soft pink.

“w-wait… you don’t have to—”

“don’t run away,” you said gently, undoing the button of his pants. “please… just let me do this. for you.”

your fingers slipped inside his waistband, tugging his boxers down just enough to free him. his cock was already semi-hard, twitching slightly from the anticipation. you wrapped your hand around it, stroking slowly, feeling it grow heavier, thicker, until it stood hard in your palm.

“fuck…” he whispered, barely audible.

you leaned forward, brushing your lips against the tip before pressing a soft kiss to it. his hips jerked subtly, the sound of your lips parting filling the space between you. you opened your mouth and took him in slowly, inch by inch, until your nose brushed his skin.

he gasped above you, both hands flying to your head—but he didn’t push, didn’t move. he just stood there, mouth slightly open, watching you with wide, stunned eyes.

you began to bob your head gently, hollowing your cheeks, tongue curling under him every time you came back up. soft, wet sounds filled the classroom.

“ah— shit— y/n…”

you looked up at him through your lashes, and he visibly trembled.

after a few minutes, you pulled off him with a soft pop, your hand still stroking him slowly. then, with shaking fingers, you reached up to unbutton your blouse.

he swallowed thickly as your shirt fell open, revealing your soft pink lace bra—delicate and low-cut, barely containing your breasts.

“jesus christ…” he whispered.

you reached behind and unclasped it, letting your full breasts bounce free. his eyes darkened instantly.

“you’ve… thought about this, haven’t you?” you asked softly, taking his cock again and pressing it between them. “thought about these tits around your cock?”

he couldn’t even speak—he just groaned, his hips twitching forward involuntarily.

you spit lightly on your cleavage, then sandwiched him between your breasts, squeezing them together, watching his shaft disappear into the softness.

“so big,” you whispered, beginning to move. “you’re so fucking hard already… is it because you like my tits? you always stare, don’t think i don’t notice… dirty boy…”

“f-fuck—”

he was a mess, jaw slack, hands digging into the desk behind him for support.

“does it feel good? fucking my tits like this?”

he nodded helplessly, eyes locked on the way your breasts bounced with every movement.

“gonna cum for me?”

“y/n, i— i can’t—”

you smirked, speeding up, pressing your chest tighter around him.

“do it, jaehyun. cum for me. give it to me. right on my tits— on my face— anywhere you want…”

that was it.

with a loud, choked moan, his hips bucked one final time and he came—thick spurts landing hot across your chest, your neck, and the corner of your lips.

you closed your eyes, letting it paint you, sticky and warm, your own thighs rubbing together beneath your skirt from how insanely turned on you were.

you looked up at him, covered in his release, breathing heavily.

and jaehyun just stared—like he’d never seen anything more erotic in his entire life.

his breath was still ragged when he looked down at you—your chest heaving, the mess he made still warm across your skin, your lips slightly parted, a satisfied, sinful little smile tugging at the corners. you looked wrecked, ruined, and yet—so eager. so ready for more. he didn’t even realize he was moving until his hand wrapped firmly around your wrist, tugging you up with surprising strength.

“jaehyun—?”

you barely had time to speak before he spun you around and pressed you down against the long table behind you. the wood was cold against your thighs, but your skin was on fire. his grip on your wrist loosened only when your back hit the surface, and then—then both of his hands were on your waist, pushing you higher onto the desk, sliding you into place like he knew exactly where he wanted you.

his eyes were darker now, focused. his lips were parted, but not from surprise—no, this was hunger. and you couldn’t breathe. your whole body shivered, because for the first time, jaehyun wasn’t soft, or shy, or hesitating.

he was taking.

you looked up at him, pupils wide and glassy. your hands slid behind you, propping yourself up as your legs instinctively fell apart—slow, deliberate—an offering. your skirt rose high on your thighs, barely covering anything anymore, and jaehyun’s gaze flickered down, locking on the sight of your glistening underwear. he stepped forward, and the bulge pressing against his boxers brushed right over your clothed heat.

“fuck,” he muttered under his breath, almost like a prayer.

his hands went to your knees, gently pushing them even wider apart. his body settled between your legs perfectly, and when he leaned down, you could feel the pressure of him—still hard, already twitching again—grinding slow and steady against your soaked panties.

“you were waiting for this, weren’t you?” his voice was low now, rough with need. “you wanted me to lose control…”

you whimpered, nodding, your hips rising slightly to chase the friction.

“you’re so wet already,” he murmured, dragging his fingers down your inner thigh before pressing against the soaked fabric. “fuck, y/n… this is all for me?”

“yes,” you breathed, voice trembling. “always you…”

his lips crashed onto yours—not soft, not tender, but needy and desperate. you melted into the kiss, moaning when his tongue slid into your mouth, his hand already curling under the hem of your skirt, tugging your panties aside to feel how soaked you truly were. his fingers slid through your folds, teasing, barely dipping inside.

“god… you’re dripping…”

his cock rubbed against your bare slit now, still restrained by his boxers, but so hot and thick you could feel every ridge and pulse. you rolled your hips instinctively, wanting him, needing him.

“please…” you begged against his lips, eyes fluttering shut. “i want you… jaehyun, i want you so bad...”

he kissed you again, deeper this time, groaning into your mouth as his fingers dug into your thighs and spread you wider on the table.

and then he whispered against your lips, voice wrecked, trembling—

“then let me fuck you like you deserve.”

you barely had time to react before jaehyun gripped your waist tighter and pulled back just enough to free himself. his cock sprang free—hard, thick, flushed dark at the tip, slick with your spit from earlier. your mouth parted at the sight, eyes wide, pulse rushing so loud it almost drowned out the sound of your own breathing.

he didn’t tease. didn’t ask. he just looked at you—those deep eyes locking onto yours—and pressed the fat head of his cock right against your soaked entrance. you gasped, thighs trembling around his hips, and when he pushed in, slow but steady, your nails scratched at the wood of the desk beneath you.

“fuck—so tight,” he groaned, jaw clenched as your walls swallowed inch after inch. “you were made for this, weren’t you? made to take me like this.”

your body arched, lips falling open in a silent moan as he bottomed out—so deep you swore you could feel him in your stomach. your fingers reached up blindly, gripping his shoulders, needing to hold onto something as he started to move, rolling his hips with a rhythm that made your breath hitch.

“ah—jae... fuck, you're so deep...”

“yeah?” he panted, one hand sliding up your side, gripping your throat just enough to hold your focus. his thrusts quickened, sharper now, every stroke hitting that spot that made your vision blur. “you like this, baby? you like me fucking you open like this?”

“yes—yes, please, don’t stop—”

his mouth dropped to your neck, lips hot and wet as he kissed, licked, then bit, groaning into your skin as you clenched around him. your legs wrapped tighter around his waist, hips lifting to meet every thrust, desperate, unhinged.

he didn’t slow down. couldn’t. your cunt was so wet, sucking him in, and the sounds between you were filthy—skin on skin, your moans mixing with his curses, the desk creaking beneath you. he pulled back to look at you again, hand still on your throat, his thumb brushing over your jaw as he whispered against your lips:

“you want it?” he asked, voice low, shaky. “want me to cum inside? fill you up like the dirty girl you are?”

your whole body shuddered. you nodded, gasping as your nails dug into his arms.

“yes—yes, please, jaehyun—cum in me, fill me up, i want it so bad,” you moaned, voice breaking. “please breed me... i want your cum inside me, i want you to make me yours, fuck a baby into me—please—”

his hips stuttered.

“fuck—say it again,” he groaned, pounding into you harder now, rougher.

“i want you to get me pregnant,” you cried out, tears pricking the corners of your eyes from how deep he was. “i want it, i want all of it, fill me up—don’t pull out, please, jaehyun—”

he lost it.

with a guttural growl, his hand tightened on your waist, slamming into you with everything he had left. your thighs trembled, body twitching as he fucked you through the most intense orgasm yet—your vision went white, walls spasming violently around his cock.

“fuckfuckfuck—i’m gonna cum—” he choked, slamming into you one final time and staying there, buried to the hilt. “take it, take all of it—fucking take my cum—”

his hips jerked as he spilled inside you, hot and heavy, pulse after pulse of thick, messy release flooding your walls. you moaned loudly, holding him close, feeling every twitch, every drop leaking out around his cock.

he stayed there, breathing hard against your neck, both of you drenched in sweat and panting like you'd run a marathon.

“god…” he whispered, lips brushing your temple. “you feel so good. i don’t ever wanna stop.”

you smiled, blissful, dazed, and fucked-out beneath him.

his cock was still buried deep inside you, twitching slightly as your walls fluttered around him, still trying to recover from the last orgasm. your body was limp beneath him, warm and soft, and your chest rose and fell with heavy, satisfied breaths. but jaehyun didn’t move away. he didn’t even pull out. instead, he cupped your face gently, brushing damp strands of hair from your cheek, eyes locked on yours with a hunger that hadn’t faded in the slightest.

“you okay, baby?” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your jaw.

you nodded slowly, voice gone, lips swollen and parted as you blinked up at him with hazy, blissed-out eyes. you could still feel his cum inside you, thick and hot, slowly dripping out around where his cock stayed snug inside your soaked pussy. the sensation alone made your thighs tremble again.

“you’re so fucking pretty like this,” he murmured, thumb stroking your cheek as he rolled his hips—just a little. it made you gasp, your hands clutching at his arms. “laid out for me… stuffed full of my cum… god, i can’t get enough of you.”

“jae…” your voice was barely there, breathless.

“shhh, baby, i know,” he said, voice thick, low, almost reverent. “i know it’s a lot. but i need you again. just like this. slow, yeah? just let me feel you. let me keep you full.”

he started to move—deep, slow thrusts that had your mouth falling open all over again. every stroke dragged his cock against your walls in the perfect way, the mess between your bodies squelching with each push. he groaned when he felt more of his cum leaking out, and he angled his hips to press deeper, like he was trying to put it all back in.

“fuck—look at this pussy,” he growled softly. “so greedy… you’re still sucking me in like you never want me to leave.”

you whimpered, arms wrapping around his neck as he leaned down, kissing you tenderly. the kiss melted into something wetter, more desperate, your tongues tangled while his hips rocked slowly against yours.

“i don’t want you to leave,” you whispered against his lips. “i want more… want it all, jaehyun.”

his hand slid down your side, gripping your thigh and lifting your leg up to press your knee against your chest, folding you open more. the angle made him hit even deeper, and you gasped again, body arching under him.

“yeah?” he smirked, panting against your neck now. “you want me to fuck another load into this tight little cunt? want me to knock you up right here on this fucking desk?”

“yes—please,” you moaned, your voice cracking from how desperate you were. “give me everything again… want to be full, want it dripping out of me all night—”

“fuck—fuck, baby,” he cursed, fucking you harder now, his control unraveling again. “i’ll do it. i’ll breed this pussy until you can’t walk. make you mine. no one else is ever gonna get this. no one’s ever gonna touch you like this again.”

you cried out, gripping the edge of the desk as the pace grew heavier, the sound of skin slapping echoing off the empty classroom walls. you felt him throbbing inside you again, the pressure building so fast you couldn’t hold back.

“please cum inside—please, jaehyun—wanna feel it again—wanna be yours—”

that was all it took.

he slammed into you one last time and came with a loud, broken groan, spilling deep inside you again, hot and heavy, filling you completely. your body clenched around him, milking every drop, and you came with a sob, burying your face in his neck as your whole body shook.

he stayed there for a long time, cock still buried inside you, both of you panting, stuck together by sweat and cum and something even deeper. his hand gently rubbed your hip as he kissed your temple.

“you’re mine now,” he whispered.

and you smiled, because you already were.

you were still trembling when he finally, slowly, pulled out, and you both watched the thick mix of your juices drip down your inner thighs, pooling beneath you on the desk. he helped clean you gently, his touch careful, almost reverent, as if he didn’t want to hurt you now that your body was all sore and sensitive from how many times he’d used you.

you reached for your crumpled uniform, cheeks burning, fingers fumbling with the buttons of your blouse as you tried to fix yourself. your bra was slightly damp, your thighs sticky, your knees aching—but your heart… your heart was thudding with something deeper, fuller. you could still feel him inside you. your chest was tight with warmth, overflowing with something you hadn’t dared to name before now.

jaehyun leaned against the desk, watching you quietly with a lazy, satisfied smirk, his hair messy, lips a little swollen. he looked so unfairly perfect—just like always. but this time, you knew what those lips tasted like. you knew how his voice sounded when he moaned your name.

just as you finished adjusting your skirt and were smoothing down your sleeves, he stepped close again, towering over you with that same presence that made your knees weak.

his fingers tucked your collar into place, brushing your skin in the process. he looked into your eyes, so deep, so intense it made your breath catch.

“don’t forget,” he murmured, voice low, possessive, with a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips, “you’re mine.”

you bit your lip, heart pounding all over again. “i know,” you whispered, looking up at him with stars in your eyes. “i don’t want to be anything else.”

he kissed your forehead softly, and your heart melted on the spot.

you were hopelessly, completely his.

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angelseraphines · 6 months ago

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ೃ⁀➷ pretty when you cry ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🦢 ꒱

╰┈➤ hwang in-ho x player!reader imagine

a/n: i would like to give a special thank you to @lumillsie for the layout of this post and for the filter used on the header! there is also a part one to this imagine, playing dangerous, a part two, do you think you’d kill for me, one day? a part three, ultraviolence, and a part four, shades of cool.

˚ ༘♡ hwang in-ho, the man you once knew as young-il, the man who betrayed you in the most loathsome way imaginable, had taken control of your recovery. he rarely left your side in the early days, overseeing every detail with the precision of someone who understood pain all too well. his compound, sprawling, isolated, and fortified, became your prison. it was a place of unsettling contrasts, sterile medical equipment juxtaposed with lavish decor, soft furnishings that did nothing to dull the edges of the sharp reality you now inhabited.

˚ ༘♡ you were angry, your heart a storm of rage and bitterness, each glance at him igniting the fire anew. though, in the quiet moments, when he checked your bandages or sat silently by your side as you drifted in and out of restless sleep, you found yourself conflicted. his hands, steady and careful, worked with a tenderness that unsettled you more than the betrayal ever had. the small comforts he offered, adjusting your pillows, bringing you tea, gnawed at the walls of your resolve.

˚ ༘♡ days blurred into one another. your questions about jung-bae and gi-hun were met with deflection, his answers vague and evasive. each time you pressed, his expression darkened slightly, as though the weight of those unanswered truths bore down on him as well. “you’ll know when the time is right,” he would say, his voice serene, leaving you fuming with frustration and sorrow.

˚ ༘♡ as the weeks passed, your leg began to heal. the searing pain dulled into an ache, and eventually, the ache faded altogether. though your body recovered, your mind remained caged by the stark truth of your reality. in-ho allowed you freedom within the confines of the compound, but every step you took was shadowed by masked guards, their presence an ever-looming reminder that escape was futile.

˚ ༘♡ you tried anyway.

˚ ༘♡ the night was quiet, the air thick with tension as you crept through the corridors, your heart pounding in your chest. every creak of the floorboards felt deafening, every shadow a potential threat. you had almost made it to what you thought was the outer gate when strong hands grabbed you, pulling you back with a force that sent terror crashing over you. the guards didn’t speak, their blank masks only adding to your dread as they dragged you back to your room, their grip unyielding.

˚ ༘♡ when in-ho appeared later, his expression was unreadable. he didn’t yell or chastise you. instead, he sat across from you, his gaze heavy with something you couldn’t name. “i can’t allow you to leave,” he said softly, his tone devoid of malice. it wasn’t a threat, but it felt worse. his disappointment lingered in the air, suffocating, and you hated the guilt that bloomed in your chest.

˚ ༘♡ time moved forward, and with it, your body healed. the ache in your knee, once sharp and consuming, faded into nothingness, replaced by the intensity of strength you hadn’t felt in weeks. you could walk without hesitation now, no longer second-guessing every step. yet the freedom of movement felt hollow within the compound’s imposing walls. they surrounded you, stark and vast, a constant reminder of your captivity.

˚ ༘♡ you sat on the edge of your bed, your fingers absentmindedly brushing over the faint scar peeking out from beneath the fabric of your clothing. the skin there was pale and slightly raised, a delicate line etched by pain and betrayal. you traced it with a mix of resignation and vexation, trying to reconcile the life you had before with the one you were living now.

˚ ༘♡ the sound of the door opening pulled you from your thoughts. you glanced up to see in-ho stepping inside, his presence filling the room with an air of quiet authority. he no longer wore the faceless mask that had once concealed him, his features open and bare. though his expression was calm, the weight of unspoken words seemed to settle between you, causing the air to feel suffocating.

˚ ༘♡ “would you like to have dinner with me?” he asked. his voice was measured, each word chosen carefully. though his tone was steady, there was an undercurrent of uncertainty, as if he was bracing himself for rejection. it wasn’t a demand, nor was it an expectation, it felt almost… tentative.

˚ ༘♡ you hesitated, your gaze dropping to your hands resting in your lap. your anger hadn’t disappeared, it still lingered, simmering just beneath the surface, but it had softened with time, dulled by the care he had shown you. despite everything, despite the betrayal that still stung, he had been there, ensuring your recovery, tending to you with a patience you hadn’t expected.

˚ ༘♡ “i don’t think so,” you said at last, your tone gentle yet cautious. you weren’t trying to hurt him, though the words clearly did. you saw it in the way his face shifted, the faintest flicker of something vulnerable crossing his features before he composed himself once more.

˚ ༘♡ he didn’t leave. instead, he lingered by the door, his hands clasped loosely in front of him. “you need to eat,” he said quietly. his voice lacked its usual authority, replaced instead by something softer, something that bordered on worry.

˚ ༘♡ you turned your gaze toward the window, your focus slipping to the darkened landscape outside. the compound stretched endlessly into the night, its shadowy corners likely crawling with guards you couldn’t see but knew were there. “i’ll eat later,” you replied, the words barely above a murmur. they lacked bitterness, though the weight of unspoken emotion hung in the room.

˚ ༘♡ the silence that followed was thick and suffocating. you expected him to retreat, to leave you to your solitude, but he didn’t move. his presence remained, steadfast and unwavering, as if he refused to let the distance between you grow any wider.

˚ ༘♡ and though you wouldn’t admit it, even to yourself, his refusal to leave made something in your chest ache. it wasn’t anger, or resentment, or even guilt, it was something far more complicated, something you weren’t ready to confront.

˚ ༘♡ you sat on the floor of your room, your legs pulled close to your chest, trembling as grief consumed you. the weight of unanswered questions bore down on you, suffocating and relentless. your heart ached for the friends you’d lost in the chaos of the games, dae-ho, jun-hee, jung-bae, gi-hun, and the others whose faces haunted your dreams. they deserved more than silence. they deserved answers.

˚ ༘♡ tears spilled freely down your cheeks as you pressed your palms into your eyes, your breath hitching with every sob that wracked your chest. the quiet elegance of the room around you only deepened the pain, its pristine luxury a cruel reminder of the blood and suffering you’d endured to end up here. “please,” you whispered, your voice breaking under the weight of the plea. “tell me… tell me what happened to them.”

˚ ༘♡ in ho’s footsteps were slow, deliberate, as he crossed the room to where you sat. you didn’t meet his gaze, you couldn’t. instead, you gripped your knees tighter, shaking your head as the words spilled from your lips in a broken stream. “where are they? are they alive? do they even… do they even have a chance?”

˚ ༘♡ he crouched in front of you, his movements calm but hesitant, as though he feared his presence might shatter you further. his hands hovered near yours, unsure whether to reach out. “i can’t give you the answers you’re looking for,” he said quietly, his tone soft yet somehow unyielding.

˚ ༘♡ “why?” you choked out, anger flaring through the grief as your head snapped up to meet his gaze. “why can’t you? they’re my friends, they…” your voice cracked, and the rest of the sentence dissolved into tears.

˚ ༘♡ he didn’t respond, his silence infuriating and devastating all at once. the patience in his expression was unbearable, as though he thought his stillness could soothe the storm inside you.

˚ ༘♡ your cries grew louder, your sobs echoing in the quiet room as you pounded a fist weakly against his chest. “please,” you begged, the word almost unintelligible through your tears. “don’t do this to me. i need to know.”

˚ ༘♡ still, he said nothing. instead, his arms encircled you, pulling you gently but firmly into his embrace. his warmth was immediate, his presence solid and unyielding. he rested his chin lightly against your hair, his grip tightening as though he feared you might slip away entirely. “shh,” he murmured, his breath warm against your temple. “i’m here.”

˚ ༘♡ you shoved him away with what strength you had, though it was feeble compared to his hold. “don’t,” you spat, your voice raw with anger and anguish. “don’t comfort me when you’re the reason they’re gone.”

˚ ༘♡ his hands settled firmly on your shoulders, his grip rigid yet careful, as though he feared hurting you but refused to let you slip away. the strength in his touch sent a wave of frustration through you, fueling a final attempt to twist out of his hold. his chest pressed against yours as he pulled you closer, his body a barrier against your escape.

˚ ༘♡ “let me go,” you demanded, your voice shaking with the effort to sound stronger than you felt. but the words wavered, your conviction cracking under the weight of exhaustion that had crept into your limbs.

˚ ༘♡ “no,” he replied, his tone low but resolute, the firmness in his voice more unnerving than anger would have been. “you need me,” he added, quieter now, his words tinged with a gentleness that made your heart clench. “even if you don’t want to admit it.”

˚ ༘♡ your struggles faltered, the tension in your body draining as the fight ebbed away. you sagged against him, your head dropping slightly, your breathing uneven and strained. his embrace shifted, becoming something softer, something that felt almost protective. his arms wrapped around you fully now, holding you close as though shielding you from a world you didn’t even recognize anymore.

˚ ༘♡ the warmth of his breath brushed against your temple, and you froze as his lips pressed softly to your cheek. the kiss wasn’t meant to persuade or plead; it was a silent confession, an unspoken attempt to reach past your anger.

˚ ༘♡ “i love you,” he murmured, so quietly you might have thought you imagined it if his voice hadn’t carried the weight of those words so deeply.

˚ ༘♡ your entire body stiffened. the confession hit you harder than you could have anticipated, settling heavily in your chest. the sincerity in his voice wrapped around you, tugging at emotions you didn’t want to feel. your throat tightened painfully, but no words came. they wouldn’t. you couldn’t make yourself respond, couldn’t allow yourself to validate the truth in what he said.

˚ ༘♡ instead, silence fell between you, louder and more damning than anything you could have said aloud. his arms didn’t loosen their hold, his face remaining close to yours, his breath steady against your skin.

˚ ༘♡ then, as if sensing your hesitation wasn’t refusal, he leaned in. his lips met yours with a deliberate slowness, a patience that felt entirely at odds with the world he had dragged you into. the kiss was tender, yet there was an unmistakable urgency in the way he moved, as though he needed you to feel the emotions he couldn’t put into words.

˚ ༘♡ you wanted to push him away, wanted to scream that he had no right to this moment, no right to you. but your body betrayed you, your lips trembling as they parted against his. the flood of emotions, anger, despair, confusion, and something dangerously close to longing, surged through you all at once, making it impossible to pull away.

˚ ༘♡ when the kiss broke, your breath came in shallow bursts, your heart pounding erratically in your chest. his hands moved to cup your face, his thumbs brushing against your damp cheeks as his gaze searched yours.

˚ ༘♡ “will you ever let me go?” you asked, the words spilling out before you had a chance to stop them. your voice was fragile, the question carrying all the weight of the fear and longing tangled inside you.

˚ ༘♡ his expression softened, the sharpness of his features dimmed by the flicker of something raw in his eyes. his hands didn’t move, his hold on you steady but not forceful. “i can’t,” he admitted, the words barely above a whisper. his voice cracked slightly, betraying the struggle beneath his calm exterior. “not in my heart.”

˚ ༘♡ the pang in your chest deepened, and the next question came almost involuntarily, your voice trembling under the strain. “will you keep doing this? will you keep the games going?”

˚ ༘♡ his face darkened, but not in anger. it was a shadow of something more potent, regret, or perhaps inevitability. he lowered his head slightly, his forehead close to brushing yours, his words deliberate and gentle. “yes,” he said, the softness of his tone cutting deeper than any cruelty could have. “i have to. one day, you’ll understand why.”

˚ ༘♡ the finality in his voice was suffocating. you stared at him, your tears still falling as you searched his face for any trace of doubt, for even the smallest crack in his conviction. his gaze remained stable, his eyes holding nothing but certainty, an unshakable belief in a path you couldn’t follow.

˚ ༘♡ the silence that followed wasn’t empty, it was heavy, filled with the unsaid words that hung between you. and as his arms tightened around you again, pulling you close to his chest, you felt the hollowness of his words settle into your own heart. hwang in-ho was a man who loved you, but he was also a man you could never truly understand.

a/n: part five!!! let me know if you have any requests and your thoughts on the story so far!!🤍

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🌙 starring. Johnny Suh & Lee Haechan & Jung Jaehyun x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. Everything feels so good- you don’t even know where to focus. Being touched by two of your best friends while the third watches is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. There’s something building inside of you, call it lust or love- regardless, it’s undeniable, and to make matters worse, it’s all-consuming too.

tw/cw. Unprotected sex, foursome, multiple reader orgasms, oral (both m/f recieving), blow job, pussy eating, overstim, multiple sex positions, dirty talk, praise, size kink, choking, spanking, etc… I pet names: (hers) Squeak.

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 9.7k

🍭 aus. Uni au, non idol au, best friends to lovers, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. This was originally a Pentagon fic from 2022, but that was three and half years ago so I revamped it for this month’s NCT fic :) I put a lot of effort into this fic when it came out, I always liked the story and the way the dynamic flowed, and the NCT fandom is so much larger than the Pentagon one, so I figured why not

“What are you thinking about?” Johnny asks as he takes a seat next to you. You make room for your large friend by lifting your legs off the couch, allowing him to slip under them.

His warm hands find your calves and he brings them to settle in his lap while you both get comfortable on the couch that Haechan has been hauling around since his last year of high school, when he’d won it during a drunken game of beer pong with Lee Taeyong, who was very flustered when he lost and had to actually cough up the couch.

You grin at the memory, pushing your body against the fuzzy blanket that covers the dark leather couch much of the time- Taeyong hadn’t bought the expensive sofa with the intention of it becoming a part-time bed for teenage boys, too lazy to get up after playing video games at all hours.

Haechan has made the stiff, leather couch comfortable with layers of blankets and pillows, and over the years, countless people have worn it down.

“This couch,” you breathe, leaning your head to the side against the cushion.

“How high are you?” Johnny laughs, his hand moving to find your foot, where he runs a finger along your heel. The brief contact causes you to jolt yourself away from the mischievous man, who had rolled into your life around the same time Haechan and Jaehyun had, in tenth grade.

The four of you had all been sent to some preppy teenager summer camp. Jaehyun, Haechan, and Johnny had all bonded immediately, and the three were easygoing enough to welcome you wholeheartedly into the festivities of newfound friendship.

What had started off as a ‘year abroad’ for the man from Chicago had turned into him moving to Korea full time, and the four of you have been inseparable ever since, even going to the same university now.

“For real,” Johnny says gruffly, grabbing your foot to pull it back into his lap before running a ring-clad hand through his tousled locks. “What are you thinking about?”

“Something stupid,” you sigh, cocking your head and studying him. “You?”

Your friend shrugs, flashing you a grin that you’ve come to love so much. “Something stupid.”

“You two really need to work on your social skills,” Haechan sighs, having caught the tail end of your brief interaction.

He collapses on the couch, and you quickly pull your legs to your chest in an effort not to get crushed during Haechan’s process of forcing himself between you and Johnny.

The youngest of your three male friends has a red cup in each hand, and he holds them out expectantly.

“Who needs social skills when we have you and Jaehyun?” you smile, accepting one of the drinks and taking a sip- only to scrunch your face up in disgust. “What is in this?”

Haechan shrugs, leaning back against the couch with a lazy grin. “I confiscated it from Doyoung”

“No wonder it tastes so bad-” You hold the cup out to Haechan, and he reluctantly accepts it. “Doyoung makes the most stupid yet strong drinks of all of us. Someone really needs to teach him how to actually make a cocktail.”

“He has to find the energy to deal with us crazies somehow,” Johnny chuckles, sniffing his own cup and swirling the contents inside before taking a test sip.

“Speaking of crazies,” you stretch your arms over your head, looking out at the room, “where’s Jaehyun?”

“Haven’t seen him in a while,” Haechan says, arms finding the back of the couch while he looks around, the cup held by long fingers now resting just by your shoulder.

“Didn’t he go off with that pretty girl in the glitter shirt?” Johnny asks.

“Maybe.” Haechan cocks his head, eyes narrowing. “Was she his ‘go to’ tonight?”

“Must be,” Johnny responds quickly. “He didn’t invite the other one.”

You sigh, finding the whole thing to be a little crazy.

Being best friends with three dudes has a lot of positives- but listening to them detail their fuck schedules and fuck buddies is not one of them.

“Stop being so grumpy.” Haechan shoves you, and you realize you’ve been wearing your feelings on your sleeve for everyone to see.

“I’m not being grumpy,” you insist, but you can’t wipe the expression of distaste from your face.

“You are. You hate Jaehyun and his fuck buddies.”

“I just- I just don’t get why the three of you are so into hookup culture,” you sigh. “I mean- what's the point?”

“The point is getting your dick wet, Squeak,” Johnny chuckles, and the nickname makes your skin heat.

They’ve tried a number of pet names for you over the years, but Pip Squeak has been the only one that’s truly stuck- and it’s no wonder. It’s completely fitting. You stick out like a tiny little nugget next to your three male friends.

“She doesn’t need to get her dick wet,” Haechan rolls his eyes, a mischievous grin breaking onto his face a moment later. “She’s already as wet as can be.”

“Haechan!” You and Johnny both react at the same time, your foot kicking at Haechan’s lap while Johnny shoves him, and the obviously tipsy man simply giggles, taking the physical onslaught with a shit eating smile.

“Why are we fighting Haechan?” Comes a tired voice, and Jaehyun tosses his body onto the couch, landing half on top of all three of you with his head in your lap.

“Haechan’s being a bad boy,” you respond, fingers finding Jaehyun’s soft, dark hair immediately, a habit you’d picked up years ago.

“Am not!” Haechan insists. “Tell me I'm wrong.”

You sigh loudly, rolling your eyes while Johnny chuckles.

“I’m missing something,” Jaehyun says from your lap, looking up at you with those pretty eyes of his, “tell me?”

“All I said was that Y/N doesn't need to look for fuck buddies to get her dick wet because she’s already wet as shit,” Haechan states factually, which, to be fair, is a complete recount of what he’d said.

“And you know this for a fact?” Jaehyun teases, looking at his friend with an expression of smug disbelief.

“Well-” Haechan visibly shrinks, his shoulders slumping, his skin brightening with pretty pinks. “I mean-”

“For a moment there, I thought I'd missed a massive milestone in you guys' friendship,” Jaehyun says, letting out a sigh of relief as he gets comfortable in your lap again. He turns onto his side so he can nuzzle his face against your thighs, which he’s declared countless times to be the best pillows in the whole universe. “If the two of you started hooking up, I think the world would have to end.”

“It wouldn’t be that crazy,” Haechan fires back immediately, and his ears turn an even brighter red.

“It would be crazy that out of the three of us, she’d choose you,” Johnny says smoothly.

Haechan holds up a hand as if he’s going to hit his friend, and Johnny stiffens in his seat, his carefree expression turning stern in an instant. “It’s my birthday we’re celebrating right now,” he reminds his younger friend. “Show some respect.”

Haechan groans but lets his hand fall to his lap again.

You’ve never met a trio of guys so centered around their birthdays.

These three are constantly utilizing their positions, whether it’s by Johnny expecting respect as the ‘oldest’, or Haechan playing baby.

“I think she’d choose me,” Jaehyun says in an almost wistful manner from your lap, turning to look up at you so he can reach a hand to play with your hair.

You think it’s interesting to be talking about this, especially since this very question has been on your mind so frequently as of late. It had been on your mind when Johnny first sat down, and now here it is again.

“She’s not choosing you, Jaehyun,” Johnny scoffs. “She hates your hookup culture.”

“My hookup culture?” Jaehyun laughs, lifting his head so he’s able to look at Johnny by his feet. “Says you!”

“How did I ever become friends with three man sluts?” you sigh teasingly, shaking your head at your constant companions, who erupt into chaos.

“You love us,” Johnny insists, while Jaehyun defends his behaviour, and Haechan pretends to look scandalized at the notion of being a ‘man slut’.

The bickering subsides when Doyoung’s voice bellows “Haechan!” from somewhere else in the house, and your foursome dissipates quickly thereafter.

You find your way to Jungwoo, who is trying his best to be helpful in the kitchen as the festivities wind down.

It’s just the core group of friends left in the mock frat house now, and before you know it, everyone is in the kitchen. Conversation is easy, and another hour ticks by before Doyoung finally pushes off from where he’s standing by a wall to announce he’s heading home.

There’s a brief discussion over cars and who is sober enough to drive, and once his friends are accounted for, Doyoung turns to you. “Do you need a ride home?”

“She’s staying here,” Haechan says before you can answer, his arms wrapping around you tightly. It’s not uncommon for you to sleep over at the ‘mojo dojo casa man house’, as Haechan had dubbed it when they moved in. In fact, last year, you’d spent pretty much the entire summer here before the university term had started up again.

“As always,” Doyoung sighs as he puts his shoes on by the door, eyes assessing you and your three best friends. “Be careful with her.”

It’s a lasting joke in the friend group that everyone is waiting for Haechan to accidentally sit on you and break you- or maybe for Johnny to hug you a little too hard one day-

“No promises,” Haechan grins happily, tightening his embrace around you until it borders on being painful.

You can’t stand him sometimes.

You love him so much.

“Call me if they’re too demanding and you need an escape,” Doyoung warns you, earning some irritated sounds from your friends, who are eager to have you to themselves.

“She’s ours,” Jaehyun insists, arms wrapping around you so you’re now sandwiched between him and Haechan.

Doyoung rolls his eyes as the final person in your group slides up against your back, resting his chin on top of your head. “We’ll take care of her,” Johnny promises.

You’re truly trapped now.

The moment the door is closed behind Doyoung, sealing you in with your best friends, Jaehyun and Haechan jump into action. The younger of the two grabs your arm, dragging you towards the living room, while Jaehyun mirrors the motion on your opposite side, in the direction of the kitchen.

Johnny tightens his grip on your waist, making it clear he’s not intent on moving.

“What’s the plan?” The man behind you asks.

“Movie,” Haechan states.

“More drinks first,” Jaehyun insists.

“What do you think, Squeak?” Johnny’s fingers press gently into the skin of your hips, and you can feel the warmth of him through your thin shirt, his heart beating steadily at your back.

You hate it when he makes you choose between activities. Why do you always have to be the Haechan and Jaehyun tie breaker?

“I don’t care.”

“Movies,” Haechan states again, pulling on your arm.

Jaehyun tugs your other side. “Drinks first.”

Johnny sighs. “I’ll go choose a movie with Haechan, and you two can make us drinks. But make it something good, okay? I need to get the Doyoung mix taste out of my mouth.”

“No promises,” Jaehyun grins, pulling you away from Haechan successfully this time.

Johnny catches your eye, and you laugh, a silent agreement to do your best to keep Jaehyun under control in the booze department.

“You,” Jaehyun grabs at your waist when you reach the kitchen, “go here.” He lifts you up and sets you onto the countertop. “And I’ll make the drinks.” He smiles up at you, and you laugh at how cute he gets when he’s tipsy.

“Did you really need me to come help you then?”

“It’s really helpful for you to sit there and tell me I'm the best bartender in the house.”

“Like that’s a hard title to win,” you roll your eyes.

Haechan can’t cook (or do anything of the sort) to save his life, and Johnny- well, Johnny has a taste for cheap beer, which disqualifies him immediately from the race.

You have to admit, Jaehyun moves like a professional. He glides from cupboard to counter, grabbing glasses and setting them up next to you. You watch the way his body moves, muscles visible with each motion, and when he shakes one of the drinks, you have to tear your eyes from his biceps.

He might be the leanest of your three friends, but he’s still much taller than you, and most women, for that matter.

You’re so busy watching Jaehyun’s back that you don’t realize he’s paused his fluid motions. He turns, and you see he’s put an apron on- the one that says ‘kiss the chef’. Jungwoo had bought it for Johnny for Secret Santa one year in an effort to get Johnny to agree to barbecue more often.

You cock a brow at your best friend as he slips between your legs, hands finding the counter on either side of your hips. “So?” He grins. “You gonna kiss the chef or what?”

You laugh. “Not sure you even qualify as a chef when you just said you’re a bartender.” But you grab his chin all the same, forcing Jaehyun to the side so you can plant your lips on his cheek.

Jaehyun’s smiling when you let him go, appearing satisfied, and he returns to his drink making.

Within minutes, he has all four orders ready to go, and he carries a tray to the living room with you in tow.

As Jaehyun sets the tray down, Haechan quickly reads the apron, stands, and sighs. “Well, if you insist.” He grabs Jaehyun and presses his lips to his cheek, much like you had.

Jaehyun recoils with disgust, shoving Haechan, only to be attacked on the other side by Johnny, who manages to get a kiss placed right below Jaehyun’s ear that has him shivering and jumping back, hiding behind you. “Save me, Squeak!”

“You wore the apron!” Haechan laughs, and you know he leaps at any opportunity to terrorize his friends.

“Just drink your drinks,” Jaehyun groans, taking off the piece of fabric that had just cost him another 2 of his 9 Jaehyun Cat Lives- you’ve seen him receive a sneak attack kiss from at least Jungwoo, and you’re pretty sure Taeyong as well, so you wonder how many Jaehyun Cat Lives are even left.

“Remember when I sat next to you earlier?” Johnny says in your ear, arms wrapping around you as he pulls you down onto the couch. “And asked you what you were thinking?”

“Something stupid.”

“Yeah.” Johnny lets you get seated next to him, but he keeps an arm around you, eyes briefly moving to Jaehyun and Haechan, who are bickering about the movie on the other side of the couch. “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

You laugh.

The man from Chicago grins, but there’s something serious in his eyes. “I’ll go first if you want.” His voice is softer this time, and the tone of the discussion has shifted entirely.

“Johnny-”

“I was thinking about how good you look tonight.”

“Johnny-” Your voice is something near a whimper. You’re shocked and left speechless at the turn of events that have just been orchestrated by your best friend. He’s told you how pretty you are before, but there’s something about the way he’s saying it now- it’s different.

“Your turn,” he says, one large hand finding your thigh, smoothing up and down the denim that covers you from him. “What were you thinking about?”

You can’t tell him that you were thinking about him, Haechan and Jaehyun- that you were trying, for the billionth time, to decide which of the three you prefer the most- because if you were going to potentially ruin things with the other two, you want to know you are doing it with the right one-

But no matter how many times you’ve run it through your brain, you’ve come up empty-handed. Unable to choose.

How do you say that to him?

“What are you two talking about?” Jaehyun’s voice is your saving grace, and he puts the drink he’d made for you into your hands. “She looks like she’s seen a ghost.”

“I just told her what we were all thinking,” Johnny shrugs.

“Liar. I was not thinking,” Haechan states, turning to look at you as he takes a deep breath. “What wasn’t I thinking?”

“That she looks good tonight,” Johnny says.

However, when Johnny says it, he says it in a tone that’s friendly.

He doesn’t say it as he had a few seconds ago, with a voice that was low and seductive.

You can’t believe him.

“It is a nice outfit,” Jaehyun agrees lightheartedly, leaning back against the couch and propping his feet up on the coffee table in front of you.

“Okay, but hear me out.” Haechan sits up in his seat, his hands hovering as if he’s going to say something profound- “I always thought-” a pause, taken to ponder, big eyes blinking, “outfits like that are meant to be ripped off in like, an hour? Two hours- tops. How are you still wearing that?”

You all groan, but Johnny’s grip around you tightens. “He does have a point,” Johnny says. “Do you want to change into a hoodie and some sweatpants?”

You roll your eyes. “Are we all going to ignore the fact that he practically said I look like-”

“A pretty little whore,” Jaehyun interrupts you with a grin, his dimples perky amidst his alcohol blushed cheeks. “It’s okay, you look like that a lot of the time.”

You stare at Jaehyun with shock for a moment, and then you look at Johnny, confidence flooding through your body. If they’re going to call you a pretty little whore, and touch your thighs, and be like this- well, you can play too.

“The stupid thing I was thinking about earlier was who out of the three of you I want to fuck the most, or at least, who I’d risk it all for.”

Johnny meets your gaze with an intense look of his own, and he licks his lips. “Go on,” he prompts, voice hoarse and sexy. “Who’d you pick?”

“I wasn’t able to pick. I never am,” you respond, turning sideways in your corner section of the couch, facing your body towards the three insanely handsome men you call best friends.

Haechan is looking at you with wide eyes, jaw dropped, and Jaehyun is sitting perfectly still, and Johnny is meeting your gaze straight on, with an intensity unlike anything you’ve ever seen.

You swallow thickly. “Do you guys want to hear a dirty little secret?”

Johnny’s hand squeezes your thigh, and it’s Haechan who mumbles a whiny, “Yes.”

“Since I’m never able to pick-” you reach out, tracing a finger across Johnny’s collarbone, still hidden by his shirt, “I usually just end up imagining all three of you, and end up even more confused than when I started.”

“Well,” Johnny grabs you by the waist and easily pulls you to be straddling his lap. Dark eyes gaze up into yours. “I think we can help you figure it out.”

He leans in, and just as he’s about to kiss you, you tilt your head, his lips making contact with your cheek.

Johnny groans, fingers digging into your hips, and you laugh. “Come on, you know I can’t just risk all our friendships like this-”

“Why not?” Jaehyun moves closer, a hand reaching up to grab the back of your head, forcing you to look at him.

“Because what if I like all three of you the same?” you ask, looking past Jaehyun’s shoulder at Haechan, who is seated farthest from you on the couch, and is now being all but blocked out.

“Then you like all three of us,” Johnny says, his hands applying pressure to your hips, forcing you down so you can feel how hard he is against your core. Even with both your pants in the way, you can tell he’s turned on, and it only makes you wetter. You stop a groan just as it’s about to escape your lips.

“I told you,” you breathe as Jaehyun releases his hold on your neck so you can look at the man under you again, “I’m not into your hookup culture.”

“This isn’t just going to be a hookup, and we all know it,” Johnny tells you, leaning up to have access to you again, only for you to turn your cheek at the last moment, repeating your behaviour from before.

“Have any of you even had a foursome?” you question, and you’re pretty sure the answer is no. If they had, you’re sure you would have heard about it.

“No, but it won’t be much different from a threesome,” Jaehyun muses, his fingers dancing up and down your arm, eyes taking in your form with a glimmer of darkness that you identify as lust.

He’s never looked at you like this before... at least, not that you’ve noticed.

“Says the guy literally excluding dude number three,” you laugh, meeting Haechan’s dumbstruck gaze again. “What do you think, Hyuck?”

“I think-” the youngest man coughs, clearing his throat. “I think we should take this to the bedroom where there’s more space.”

“Good idea.” Johnny stands abruptly, and you grab his shoulders to steady yourself, his hands slipping down to your ass, effectively holding you up while you cling to his front like a koala bear.

“Hey!” You turn to nip at Johnny’s ear gently with your teeth, the biggest scolding you can do in this position. “I haven’t even said yes yet.”

“Sure you haven't,” Johnny breathes, continuing through the house towards the bedrooms.

Jaehyun and Haechan are following close behind, and they walk shoulder to shoulder. You let your eyes take in their differences. There’s Haechan with his mischievous expressions and all black aesthetic- then there’s Jaehyun, looking as ethereal and statuesque as always.

“You guys really think this won’t ruin anything?” you ask, letting your anxieties truly show as Johnny steps over the threshold into his room.

“How could it ruin anything?” Johnny retorts, placing you onto his bed before straightening to look down at you.

“It could ruin everything,” you frown. “What if one of you gets jealous-”

“Jaehyun?”

“Yes, Johnny?”

“Are you going to get jealous if I fuck her brains out?”

“No.” A pause, then; “Hey, Haechan, are you going to get jealous?”

“Nope.”

“See?” Johnny grins down at you, and you groan, grabbing one of his pillows and covering your face with it.

“You’re not getting it-” you whine, removing the pillow after a moment.

“Then explain why you’re so worried.” Johnny reaches down and grabs one of your socks, pulling it off your foot even as you try to kick him away- he’s always going after your ticklish spots and you are not interested in him being a freaking tickle sadist right now.

“I’m worried, because you say it’s not going to be a hookup, but then you also say that you can all apparently promise not to catch feels and get jealous-”

“Who promised not to catch feels?” Now it’s Jaehyun snatching at your foot to remove your second sock, and you’re left kicking at the three men at the end of the bed with bare feet.

“Our little Pip Squeak doesn’t get it,” Johnny tuts with a grin. “Haechan, explain things to her.”

Your gaze moves to the youngest man in the room. He’s off center, on Jaehyun’s right side, and he’s watching you with an oddly pure expression.

Haechan rubs the back of his neck, cocking his head at you. “You’re not the only one who’s thought about all this stuff,” he says. “The three of us- we’ve talked about this sort of thing happening-”

“You have?” you ask in shock, this being the first time you’ve ever heard of this.

“Of course we have Squeak,” Jaehyun says, using your distracted state to grab at you, striking faster than a snake, and getting your ankle in a harsh grip that he uses to drag you down the bed towards them.

“And we all agreed,” Johnny explains, “that whoever you choose, the other two won't get upset.”

“And now that we know you want all of us-” Jaehyun has dragged you all the way to the foot of the bed, and he releases your ankle in favour of latching onto the rolled cuff of your jeans, tugging gently. “What’s there to be upset about?”

“Besides,” Johnny lets out a small chuckle, “Haechan’s already been telling girls who hit on him at bars that he’s dating you so they back off. He’s a little more committed to you than Jaehyun or I can afford to be without knowing you return the feelings.”

Your eyes shift to Haechan again, and you notice how the redness has returned to his ears. He’s looking down at the floor, and your heart swells with emotion.

You look between your best friends, “So you three-”

“Have been hopelessly in love with you for years, Squeak.” Johnny finishes for you. “So let us take care of you. And don't be worried about the consequences. There are none.”

“Are you sure about that?” You cock a brow. “I think if Doyoung finds out about this, he might have a heart attack.”

“Like I said, only good outcomes,” Johnny chuckles, then he holds out a hand for you. “Come here.” You reach for him, and Johnny easily pulls you to your feet, bringing you close until you’re chest to chest. “Let us help you learn not to worry so much, hmm?”

One of his hands comes to cup your face, thumb brushing across your cheekbone lovingly. Johnny looks down at you with dark eyes that have stars in them, and you let out a breath you hadn’t known you’d been holding.

You trust Johnny, and you trust Jaehyun, and Haechan.

With one final ‘please, Lord Jesus or whoever is up in the sky- please let this not end badly,’ you feel a surge of adrenaline run through you, and it gives you the courage to lurch onto your tiptoes, throw your arms around the back of Johnny’s neck. You press your lips to his for the very first time, and it’s as if a wave of electricity runs through your entire body.

Johnny’s hands immediately slip down to your waist, and he tugs you closer, kissing you back. He captures your lower lip between his own, suckling on it for a moment before letting his teeth drag against you, earning a small sound that rises out of your chest before you can even stop it.

Johnny grins against your lips briefly before kissing you harder, prompting you to open your mouth and allow his tongue to glide across your teeth. His hand slips down from your waist to your ass, giving you a delicious squeeze-

And then two new hands are grabbing your hips, forcibly making you turn, taking Johnny with you. Someone presses against your back, and it’s easy for you to guess who it is.

Jaehyun’s fingers dig into your hips, pulling your lower body away from Johnny and back towards the new man behind you. Jaehyun grinds against you, his lips finding your neck and sending a shiver through your body at the new, unexpected contact.

You find yourself reaching behind you, finding Jaehyun’s hair and lacing your fingers through it, tugging gently and earning a groan that reverberates against your throat.

Jaehyun’s teeth graze your jugular and Johnny breaks your kiss in favour of going at the other side of your neck, one of his hands grabbing at your jaw and pushing up, giving both men more space as they suck little love bites into your skin.

Now that your mouth isn’t covered with Johnny’s, your sounds slip out unhindered, little whimpers of delight that earn growls of interest from the men all but claiming your throat - your very breath - as theirs.

Then you remember the youngest man missing from this equation, and his name tumbles from your lips. “Haechan-”

Johnny's knuckles darkly against your throat, and then he adjusts the grip, still pushing at your chin, so he can insert two fingers into your mouth. “You think you’re funny, don’t you?” Johnny asks, nipping at your earlobe. “Saying Haechan’s name while Jaehyun and I worship you like this.”

You moan around his fingers, blindly grabbing at Johnny’s belt to drag him closer.

“You want him first, don’t you, Squeak?” Jaehyun hisses against your neck. “You always care about your baby boy first, isn’t that right?” He pulls his face away from your skin, and a moment later, his fingers are wrapping around your throat, squeezing.

You moan around Johnny’s fingers, and he removes them from your mouth, both men giving you enough space to answer them.

“Yes,” you gasp, pushing your ass back against Jaehyun, “Haechan deserves it.”

Fingers squeeze your neck again, and Jaehyun’s lips brush by your ear when he asks, “And we don’t?”

You let out a groan when Johnny pushes his leg between your thighs, and it’s the first real contact on your core, sending shivers of pleasure through your body. “You two stole my socks.”

The men caging you in begin to laugh, and if you weren’t so distracted by their hands on you- their massive bodies locking you in between them- you might have laughed as well, but the most you can do is latch onto Johnny’s shoulders when he pushes his thigh up against you harder.

“Fine,” Johnny says, voice low. His hand comes to cup your face, and you open your eyes to look up at him. “You can have Haechan first. But if you were anyone else- I’d make him wait.”

“Let's make him wait,” Jaehyun suggests behind you, and a moment later, he’s latching his lips onto your neck again, finding your sweet spot and exploiting it for the pretty gasps that immediately leave you.

“So you’re going to say no to her?” Johnny laughs, rubbing his nose against yours gently before kissing you with the same softness.

Behind you, Jaehyun groans, and you know he’s been defeated.

“How are we going to do this?” Jaehyun asks, and you realize nearly immediately that he’s not talking to you.

Johnny stops kissing you to consider it for a moment, even turning to look at the bed. Then he says, “Haechan sitting against the headboard, Squeak on his lap, you can be behind.”

“And you?” You grab the front of Johnny’s shirt, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“I’ll wait,” he assures you. “Someone has to tell these two which positions are going to work.”

“I know positions,” Jaehyun mutters behind you, making both you and Johnny laugh.

Jaehyun must not like being laughed at, because his hands grab your hips and he roughly turns you to face him, looking down at you with a dark gaze. “You think this is funny?” He grabs your face, nearly shaking with what looks to be repressed emotion, and all your laughter dies in your throat. “You have no idea how long we’ve-” he groans, unable to finish his sentence.

“Then show me.”

He grabs your face with both hands, smashing his lips to yours.

If Johnny had been eager but collected, Jaehyun is the opposite side of the same coin, eager and extremely enthusiastic, his tongue clashing against yours immediately. His thumb presses against your cheekbone as he kisses you, and then his hands disappear for a moment, only for your shirt to be torn off your body.

Jaehyun’s lips move to your neck, and you let out a gasp, fingers threading in his hair while his mouth begins its descent. His lips press sloppy kisses to your collarbones and then the swell of your breasts, one of his large hands splaying across the small of your back-

He grabs at the latch of your bra, and you whimper, body tingling with anticipation-

While Jaehyun undoes the clasp, a new set of hands finds your shoulders, pushing the straps of your bra down gently. Lips press butterfly kisses against the nape of your neck and your shoulders, a stark contrast to Jaehyun, who successfully gets your bra off and moves his attention to your breasts.

“Fuck-” Jaehyun groans, cupping your left boob in his hand and kneading it while his tongue darts out to tease your other nipple- then he’s grabbing at your legs, lifting you up while the man behind you gets out of the way, allowing Jaehyun to toss you onto the bed, his body landing on top of yours.

Jaehyun’s mouth continues its downward trajectory, and then his fingers are finding the waistband of your jeans, tugging roughly- only to allow the denim to fall back to your skin. Jaehyun looks up at you and you gnaw at your lower lip, your own hands moving to undo the button, then the zipper- and when you lift your hips, Jaehyun immediately follows through and helps you pull your jeans off.

“You’re in for it now,” Johnny chuckles darkly, and your gaze shifts to the man from Chicago, who has moved to sit in his gaming chair and is facing the bed with an amused expression on his face.

You don’t have to ask what Johnny is talking about.

It’s a running joke amongst your male friends that Jaehyun loves giving oral- it’s one of the things you’ve spent a lot of time fantasizing about, and now that he’s between your legs, he definitely delivers.

Jaehyun pushes your thighs up to your chest, letting out a soft groan when he brings his mouth to your panty-covered core. He places an open-mouthed kiss on your entrance, tongue pressing against the fabric of your underwear and making your legs twitch.

“Are you seriously going to tease her while we’re standing here waiting?” Haechan groans next to you, and you have to admit, you agree with his exasperated tone.

“I'm not forcing you to stand there and watch,” Jaehyun responds quickly, fingers hooking in your panties. When he pulls the fabric to the side, his breath fanning over your heated core. A shiver runs across your body, and your hands instinctively reach for his hair.

“Jaehyun-” you whimper, voice betraying your need.

Your friend looks up at you with mischievous eyes and a grin, then he brings his face to your heat, dragging his tongue across your entrance teasingly. His hands adjust your legs, pushing them up against your chest harder, spreading you open as he places his entire mouth onto you, tongue pushing into your wet hole.

Your fingers tug at his hair, and you gasp, back arching. It feels like little shocks of happiness are scattering across your skin.

The bed dips next to you, and then a familiar hand covers your breast, thumb brushing over your pebbled nipple, earning another sound of pleasure from deep within you.

Haechan looks down at you, eyes full of focus, and your heart lurches in your chest. You grab your youngest lover boy, pulling him to your lips.

He’s surprised at first, but it only takes a moment for Haechan to start kissing you back, his body shifting as he shuffles closer, leaning half over you so he can kiss you harder while his fingers pinch at your nipple.

Everything feels so good- you don’t even know where to focus. Being touched by two of your best friends while the third watches is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. There’s something building inside of you, call it lust or love- regardless, it’s undeniable, and to make matters worse, it’s all-consuming too.

Jaehyun sucks at your clit, and you shiver, legs closing around his head as a sudden orgasm erupts through your body. You grab at Haechan’s shoulders, moaning desperately into his mouth while Jaehyun continues to lick and slurp at your entrance. Then, a moment later, two of his fingers push into you, and you think this must be the most wonderful feeling your body has ever felt.

Jaehyun’s digits curl up, and you can hear your pussy squelching even over the gasps and whimpers that are escaping you.

Haechan’s moved his kisses to your neck, and your noises of pleasure fill the space, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

Jaehyun lets up when your legs truly begin to shake, and when he pulls away, your feet fall flat on the mattress, knees closing.

Haechan’s still working on your neck, one hand worshiping your breast, but after a moment, the hand begins to move downward. He drags his palm along the outside of your leg, up to your knee, then he applies a bit of pressure, prompting your thighs to open.

Haechan adjusts above you, moving between your legs slowly. He gives you time to push him away, but the moment he’s pressing down against your core, your thighs tighten around his waist.

“Haechan?” You blink up at him.

“Yeah?” His voice is shaky, as if he’s as confused about this turn of events as you are.

You push at his shoulders, and Haechan lets up, allowing you to roll, switching positions so you’re now on top of him. Your friend’s hands find your hips, and you grab at his shirt, prompting him to sit up so he can remove it easily.

His lips find your breasts the moment he discards the fabric, and his fingers splay across your back, keeping you close while he moves his kisses up to your neck. He reaches your lips moments later, and you push on his shoulders, causing you both to fall back onto the bed, your hands pressed to his chest, which flexes beneath you.

You roll your hips, and you can feel Haechan’s cock pressing up against his jeans. You avoid the obnoxious buckle on the belt that he’d found thrifting last December, you’d always known there was a reason you hated it, but have never been able to put your finger on it- now, you realize it’s because it makes Haechan’s crotch about as inviting as a chastity belt.

“Off,” you mumble against your friend’s lips, reaching a hand between your bodies to tug at the belt buckle before releasing it. Haechan had the audacity to put the damned thing on, he can remove it too.

Large hands fumble, metal brushes your exposed abdomen and makes you shiver, Haechan kisses you deeper in response, managing to get the belt off with one hand while the other returns to cup your face. He’s pulling the leather band completely out of the rings of his pants and throwing it to the side a moment later, and as soon as it’s gone, your hands return to the waistband of his jeans.

The two of you make quick work of undressing him, and before you know it, he’s bare in front of you, and you’re practically drooling at how big he is.

You lick your lips, kissing Haechan quickly, then begin your descent. He shivers when you kiss his abdomen, and your fingers wrap around his cock a moment later, earning another hiss, as well as a hand in your hair.

Haechan looks down at you and you meet his eyes, bringing your mouth to the head of his cock and kitten licking. The gorgeous man lets out a strangled gasp, throwing his head back into the pillows, hips lifting off the bed, and he releases his hold on your hair to grip the bed sheets. You humour the needy man, sinking your mouth onto his length, taking as much of him as you can.

A hand lands on your ass, surprising you and making you jolt, which sends Haechan into the back of your throat. You gag, pulling away from Haechan while your hand continues to pump him, and you look over your shoulder at Jaehyun.

“I know you said you wanted him first.” The pretty man grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling you up and away from Haechan so your back is now to Jaehyun’s chest. He runs his tongue from your shoulder up to your ear, and you shiver at the cool stripe it leaves in its wake. “But what if I fuck you while you suck him off? There’s no reason you can’t take us both, hmm?”

You gnaw on your lower lip, nodding eagerly, and Jaehyun releases a deep chuckle of amusement. He lets you go, shoving your back down roughly, and you eagerly return to your task, mouth wrapping around Haechan once more.

You feel Jaehyun rip your panties at the waist, and you can’t bring yourself to care; taking them off completely would have required you to adjust positions, and it would have taken way too long.

One of Jaehyun’s hands lands on the small of your back, and it glides down your spine while you feel him lining up with your entrance. He coats himself in your slick first, rutting against you but not pushing inside, and you groan around Haechan, toes curling with anticipation.

Jaehyun chuckles behind you, and then he thrusts into you all at once, both hands moving to grip your hips. “Try not to choke, sweetheart,” Jaehyun warns, and you just know he’s grinning like the complete asshole that he is-

His first thrust sends you forward suddenly, and you nearly gag, groaning at how quickly he’d almost made you fail his warning. You pull your mouth off of Haechan, fist pumping up and down his length while you suckle on the head, finding this less risky with Jaehyun behind you and at full energy.

Haechan doesn’t seem to mind the change, and one of his hands comes down to cover yours, applying pressure that tells you to squeeze him harder. You follow through, and the man below you lets out a groan.

The sound of praise goes straight to your core, and you feel yourself tighten around Jaehyun, who reacts with a laugh, then smacks you across your ass just enough to sting.

You whimper, a little shocked at just how much you’re enjoying Jaehyun being rough with you. An orgasm is building in the pit of your stomach, and you rest your head on Haechan’s thigh, eyes closing, allowing yourself to enjoy the feeling of Jaehyun fucking you silly with even more intensity.

“She feels so good,” Jaehyun groans, and you whimper in response, adoring how he’s ignoring you and talking about you to the others like this.

“Don’t rub it in,” Johnny’s deep voice sends a tingle rushing through your entire being, you’d almost forgotten he was there.

Jaehyun simply laughs, and his hips rut into you faster and harder- you’d thought he’d be losing energy by now, not fucking you even better-

“Gonna cum for me, Squeak?” Jaehyun grabs your hair, and he hauls you up to his chest for the second time tonight. His hand moves to your throat to keep you where he wants you, and his strong forearm is like a security bar holding you up where it presses across your chest, allowing his other hand to grasp your breast roughly.

You can’t respond, but you manage a nod, and Jaehyun’s amused laugh at the motion sends you over the edge. You throw your head back onto Jaehyun’s shoulder, pulse thumping loudly in your head from the way he’s cutting off your oxygen with the hand still on your throat.

You can feel him everywhere.

Your fingers latch onto his wrist, not to pull him away, but to anchor yourself as waves of pleasure wash over your entire body. Jaehyun is steady behind you, and he works you through your orgasm with a pace that turns erratic as his own high becomes nearly too much for him to bear.

When he finally slows down, releasing your neck, you take a strangled breath. You feel a soft kiss to your shoulder, and then the roughness returns, with Jaehyun pushing you onto Haechan’s chest.

The maknae catches you, holding you close while you try to find your breath. But when you shift, and feel Haechan’s cock twitch with interest where it’s pressed between your bodies, you’re determined to pull yourself together and fuck all three of your friends. You can’t stop now.

Your hand forms a fist, and you push yourself up, looking down at Haechan. Then you lift your hips, grabbing your friend’s cock to guide him to your entrance. You sit down just as Haechan’s hands find your waist, a wide-eyed look on his face.

He's big. Considering the fact that Haechan is the shortest of your three friends, you’re shocked at how thick he is.

And with you sitting on top, he fills you completely

Your wet core flutters around the new intrusion, and you curse yourself for ever having thought prep with Jaehyun - who to be fair, had felt to be quite well endowed himself - would prepare you for Hyuck, who is spreading you open deliciously.

You press your palms flat to Haechan’s chest, and you lift yourself a few inches before sinking back onto his length, a whimper leaving your lips as your body adjusts. He feels so good splitting you open like this-

Haechan’s fingers press into your hips, lifting you slightly, only to slam you back down onto his cock, and you nearly wail from pleasure. He adjusts his feet on the bed behind you so he can thrust up into you better, and you find yourself becoming practically a rag doll for your friend below you, who manhandles you despite your top position.

You don’t care that Haechan’s taken the power from you. Your mind goes blank, unable to think about anything other than how good he feels-

“Sit up and move to the headboard so you can lean against it.” Johnny’s voice interrupts your pleasure haze, and your eyes open when Haechan moves, following through with the instruction and dragging you with him.

“Now you, Squeak,” a hand brushes by your shoulders, and you shiver, “turn around. Face away from Haechan for me.”

You do as you’re told, and two pairs of hands help you. They even ensure you sit back on Haechan’s cock, and he groans. You feel him press against your back, his hand snaking around your front to play with your clit, lips finding your shoulder.

Haechan’s legs are spread ever so slightly, and Johnny is kneeling there in front of you.

In this position, it’s almost hard to look up at Johnny, and your hands press down into the bed, arms straight and holding you above Haechan’s knees while you grind back against him in something like reverse cowgirl.

The good thing is, you don’t have to look up at Johnny, and your eyes immediately lock on your target. Your hands move to undo Johnny’s pants- only for Haechan to push into you, making your balance falter, almost causing you to fall flat on your face- but you catch yourself at the last moment.

Johnny laughs above you. “Our little chew toy,” he says fondly, beginning to undo his belt. “I'd love to hear you squeak, but I need your mouth for other things.”

He pushes his pants down, revealing the largest cock of all three of your friends. You’re practically drooling now, your core tightening around Haechan, who is still gently fucking up into you.

Johnny guides himself to your lips, and you eagerly accept him, whimpering with delight when his hand finds your hair. He’s going to facefuck you while Haechan thrusts into you from behind in the reverse cowgirl Eiffel Tower hybrid position you’ve found yourself in, and you know it’s going to be absolutely delightful.

You give yourself up completely to Johnny and Haechan, their little chew toy, and your whole body floods with pleasure from them using you.

You hollow your cheeks around Johnny, and he fucks your mouth harder, cock hitting the back of your throat.

“Fuck!” Haechan groans loudly behind you. “She gets to fucking tight when you do that-”

“Then I'll do it again,” Johnny says simply from above you, and he continues to fuck your face, making sure to press into your throat a second time.

Haechan moans even louder, fingers digging into your waist, confirmation that choking onJohnny’s cock makes your pussy squeeze like a vice grip.

He continues to fuck your face and you get lost in the sensation. Usually sucking cock isnt your favourite thing in the world, but in this position, time seems to slip away from you.

“Can you just cum already?!” Johnny says, and you know by his tone that he’s speaking to the man behind you.

“No, you cum! I’m not cumming in this position!” Haechan argues back.

“The fuck you aren't!”

“I’m not,” Haechan says, voice something near a growl.

Johnny groans a moment later. “Guess it’s my turn,” He mutters, pulling out of your mouth suddenly.

You look up at him with teary eyes as he pumps his cock-

“Don’t cum on her, or in her mouth!” Haechan commands from behind you.

Three “what!?”’s ring through the room, one coming from yourself, but with another massive groan, Johnny follows through with even this ridiculous command, and Jaehyun tosses him a shirt in record time to use in lieu of your body. You all look at the fabric, realizing it’s Haechan’s- and Johnny explodes into his friend’s shirt with a laugh.

Haechan groans loudly, lifting you off of his cock and tossing you onto the bed next to him. He’s between your legs an instant later, pushing back into you as he captures your mouth with his own.

He fucks you fluidly, with a rhythm that’s just the right speed, and he fills you so perfectly-

You dig your fingers into Haechan’s shoulders, your orgasm washing over you like waves of warm sunshine. You bury your face against Haechan’s neck, whimpering while Haechan echoes your sounds with groans of his own.

One of his hands is on your hip, and he squeezes you gently there, rhythm faltering, thrusts becoming slower but harder, more intimate.

You find yourself lacing your fingers in his silky hair, dragging his face from your shoulder so you can kiss him, losing yourself in his lips as your orgasm subsides and Haechan slows down to a standstill.

Neither of you moves for a few seconds, simply breathing together, feeling each other’s hearts racing through your compressed chests. Then Haechan takes a deep breath and pushes himself off of you.

“I’m going to the shower,” he announces.

Johnny groans, following the younger man a moment later, and you’re left with Jaehyun.

Jaehyun has his sweat pants on, and he comes to sit on the end of the bed, fingers brushing against your ankle. You pull your leg away, looking down at him suspiciously. You don’t want to be tickled right now, and you definitely can’t go another round-

“Relax,” Jaehyun says with a laugh, shifting closer. He shows you a wet cloth in his hand. “With Johnny in the shower, there’s no way you’d get any water, and something tells me Haechan’s going to monopolize on space too,” he muses, bringing the warm fabric to the soft flesh of your inner thigh. “Let me take care of you.”

You take a deep breath and rest against the pillows, closing your eyes and spreading your legs for Jaehyun. You let out a whimper when he brushes by your clit, and then his lips press a gentle kiss to your inner knee as if to say ‘sorry’, then he proceeds with more caution.

“Jaehyun?”

“Hmm?” He nuzzles his cheek against your knee, finishing his work.

“What you guys said earlier, about being in love with me-”

“You think we didn’t mean it?” He pulls away from you, hands closing your knees.

You open your eyes, worried you’ve upset him, but then Jaehyun is lying down next to you, covering you both in a blanket and adjusting your body to turn you into his little spoon.

He curls around you, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

Your heart melts for him, especially when his hand slips over your waist, sneaking down to the bed in search of your fingers, which he promptly finds and captures between his own.

“This just feels like a dream,” you sigh, closing your eyes, trying to enjoy being with Jaehyun in this way without overthinking it.

Jaehyun laughs against your shoulder, pressing more kisses onto your skin. “Well, I promise to be here in the morning when you wake up, and the morning after that, and the morning after that-”

You laugh, rolling your eyes at your friend, who nips at your earlobe. You shiver at the contact of his lips on the sensitive shell of your ear. “Where did you learn to be so rough?” you ask. “I knew you had a reputation in bed, but you’re usually a lot more gentle in real life, and that was-”

“Did you like it rough, Squeak?” He squeezes you tightly, lips trailing along your neck.

“Yeah.” You let out a breathy sound, toes curling when he focuses on the sweet spot below your ear, and you can feel Jaehyun smiling against it a moment later.

“I’ve noticed you have a thing for pain,” Jaehyun says. “Sometimes, when I hug you too tight, you let out these little sounds-” You feel your skin heating, knowing exactly what he’s talking about, and Jaehyun chuckles, squeezing your hand. “And what can I say?” Jaehyun’s teeth graze your shoulder. “I'm nothing if not a giver in bed.”

Your pussy throbs at his words, and you push your ass back against him.

Jaehyun lets go of your fingers, and then his hand finds your thigh, moving from the outside in, and gliding up to your core. “Let me give you another one?” he asks, kissing your shoulder.

“I can’t believe you two.” Johnny’s voice always seems to shock you, and you think you’ll have to get used to being intimate with one person while two others watch and can jump in at any moment-

“How was your shower?” Jaehyun asks, his warm body leaving yours in favour of sitting up to stare at the man standing in the doorway. You mirror the motion, pulling Jaehyun’s blanket with you.

“Haechan’s been in there the whole time. He just finished.” Johnny’s eyes move to you. “Come on, Squeak.”

“I’ll come when you and Johnny are done,” Jaehyun tells you, turning and grabbing your jaw to keep you still while he presses a kiss to your lips. He’s gone much too fast for your liking, letting you go with a grin before collapsing back into the pillows. “Oh-” He says as you crawl from the bed, his hand grabbing the fabric that’s still wrapped around you, “and leave the blanket.”

Johnny laughs, grabbing your hands and pulling you to your feet. The air is cold against your exposed skin, but Johnny is quick to pull you to his warm chest. He turns you so you’re facing away from the door, and then he steps forward, forcing you to move back, step by step, all the way to the bathroom. He does this sort of thing with you frequently, usually when you’re clothed, so you’re used to this wordless behaviour.

You bump into Haechan, literally, as he’s exiting the bathroom, and suddenly it’s two warm bodies pressed against your own.

Haechan is still wet from the shower, and droplets of cold water land on you, making you squeal.

Both men chuckle, and you begin to giggle, pressing up to Johnny in an effort to escape Haechan from dripping onto you. Your best friend, like the dog he is, deliberately shakes his head out to coat you even more.

Johnny shoves Haechan before he can get too much splattered on the two of you, and pushes past the younger man. He helps you to the shower first, then kicks off his sweatpants, joining you under the warm water.

Neither of you says anything, but you’ve been at this comfort level in your friendship for years now, and have often shared pleasant silences in each other’s company.

Jaehyun keeps his promise and shows up when Johnny leaves. He holds you close to his chest, sharing the warm water with you.

When you exit the shower, Jaehyun hands you a shirt and some boxers, an outfit you’ve worn during many impromptu sleepovers here.

“My bed is biggest,” Jaehyun says as you exit the bathroom, and you laugh, knowing full well that all three men have queen mattresses because they’d gotten them in some weird three-for-one closing sale in your first year of university-

“Jaehyun-” You turn to argue, but your best friend bends down, lifts you up by your thighs, and tosses you over his shoulder. When you say his name this time, it’s a scream, and it makes him laugh.

It also earns a groan from Johnny’s room, and a moment later, he appears, following the thief.

Jaehyun tosses you onto his bed, getting under the covers with you and regaining his spot as the big spoon. He tucks you close to his chest, letting out a contented sigh.

Johnny claims your other side soon after, lying on his back, allowing you to tangle your legs with one of his.

Haechan is last in the room.

He takes one look at you, sees you’re all but monopolized on either side, and in one motion, he flops his body over all three of your tired, and completely unsuspecting forms.

There’s an immediate commotion and struggle, and you’re too tired to do anything but laugh, closing your eyes and knowing that you’re safe with your three best friends in the entire world.

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cowardice truth

kang dae-ho x f!pregnant!reader

this chapter is a featured throwback for my 'kang family' series

synopsis: the only time where you've (almost) considered ending things with dae-ho. luckily, you never did. what happened though?

SPOILERS FOR SQUID GAME SEASON THREE BELOW -> DON'T CLICK 'KEEP READING' IF YOU DO NOT WANT SPOILERS!

the room was too quiet for what it held.

everyone here were just survivors now. the rebellion failed and gi hun being brought back from the coffin gave you a bad feeling.

the chances of survival were low.

inside of this strange room, filled with accents of yellow, everyone stood in a loose circle around the towering gumball machine in the center.

the floor was glossy and the silence from players sat heavy like wet clothes clinging to the skin.

dae-ho stood next to you, still.

he is not stiff and not poised... just… still.

gi-hun has been giving daeho crazy looks. you know those looks, its the same looks your mother used to give you.

it is a homicidal look.

you basically had to drag daeho, hand to hand, into this room. before, the guards hung the rebellion players in the huge stairwell room.

the sight nearly made dae-ho throw up.

you forced yourself to look away.

when you did, you saw gi-hun huff before running towards a horrified daeho.

oh no.

yes, what daeho did was wrong. however, it wasn't intentional.

you knew that gi-hun blamed daeho for the failure of the rebellion, and the death of jung-bae.

inside of this room... the gumball machine looked normal. you looked up at dae-ho, your hand unconsciously resting on the bump beneath your loose shirt.

you were still five months pregnant.

seo-ah was still small and still safe inside of you.

“daeho?” you whispered, barely audible.

he didn’t answer. the ex-marine's jaw was clenched so tight you swore it might snap. the man's eyes didn’t move.

they stayed locked on the machine like it had teeth.

daeho's breath was shallow. it was shallow as if he was forgetting to inhale altogether.

you blinked up at him again, confused.

you hadn’t seen him like this.

he was not like this in the beginning, not during the first few games. he was scared then, yes. this… this was something worse. a different kind of fear. a kind that swallowed a man whole from the inside.

it creates anger, an anger you knew belonged to gi-hun.

“participants,” the robotic voice crackled overhead.

you flinched.

dae-ho didn’t.

“the next game will require team assignments. these teams will be determined randomly, by color.”

you sighed.

“please approach the dispenser one by one. turn the handle. you will receive a colored ball. then, proceed to your designated area.”

you looked back at dae-ho.

he was shaking now but only slightly. however, it was enough that you could see it in his hands.

he was angry.

you reached out, gently touched his wrist.

“hey,” you whispered.

“it’s okay. we’re okay. i’m right here.”

at this point, many players were already stepping up and being assigned their colors. red or blue.

he finally looked at you.

your man's eyes...gosh, they looked like he was already mourning something.

maybe you. maybe himself. maybe both.

he opened his mouth, but nothing came out as he looked up past you.

"player 388," the guard calls out.

daeho only takes a heavy exhale through his nose, and then he stepped forward away from you.

the man's steps were reluctant and dragging. he approached the gumball machine like it was an execution block.

click. click. click.

he turned the handle.

a soft thud.

he reached into the compartment and pulled out the ball.

blue.

he stared at it for a moment too long. maybe if he blinked, it would turn into something else. anything else.

slowly, his eyes found yours again.

he didn’t speak, but you saw it in his face.

the panic. the helplessness. the apology.

you nodded at him, gently, trying to be strong. for him. for your baby. for yourself.

“go,” you mouthed.

daeho's lips pressed together.

he walked to the blue side, each step heavier than the last.

the next person went.

another blue.

the tension in your chest grew with each second.

suddenly, it was your turn.

your feet carried you toward the machine while your mind begged you to stop. everything in your body wanted to run and to scream.

you wanted to get back to dae-ho’s side and glue yourself there.

you couldn’t.

the guards could shoot, you knew they would since the players rebellion already has them being stricter than ever.

you placed your hand on the handle.

turned it.

click. click. click.

the thud sounded louder this time.

you reached in.

pulled it out.

red.

you stared at the ball in your palm, the color almost surreal under the fluorescent lights. red.

you had never hated a color more in your life.

your heart dropped.

you didn’t react outwardly and you didn’t flinch. your face did not show it.

however, your stomach churned and your eyes burned. your throat closed up, and for a second, you couldn’t breathe.

you turned your head slowly.

dae-ho was already looking at you.

horrified.

the man's expression broke you.

he took a step forward like he could protest, like he could say no, like maybe if he pleaded hard enough, someone would let you switch. the guards didn’t even have to lift their guns. the unspoken rules were already loud enough.

you forced yourself to walk.

one step.

another step.

you didn’t even feel your feet move. you only felt the growing weight of fear pressing against your chest.

you reached the red side, eyes locked on dae-ho until the very last second.

geum-ja was already there, arms crossed like she wanted to cry. she had to watch her son go over to the blue side. she watched you come by her side.

you stood beside her, but you didn’t speak.

you wanted to cry. gosh, you wanted to cry. your hands were on your belly now. your fingers shaking against the fabric as if holding yourself together physically would stop you from falling apart.

what if you never saw him again?

what if he died in this next game?

what if you did?

what if seo-ah never got to see the outside of this place?

unfortunately, daeho had enough of gi-hun's looks towards him.

when daeho bolted towards 456, mumbling a bunch of "fuck fuck fuck"s in the process.. you almost intervened but geum-ja held you back.

"don't." geum-ja said.

your throat nearly closed in as you watched dae-ho go animalistic on gi-hun. if looks could kill, daeho would've already died from gi-hun's stare.

a guard putting the gun up towards daeho's spine didn't make things better. you would've ran over if hyunju didn't force you still with her strong arms.

afterwards, when the guard announced that players could actually switch colors with someone on another team with mutual consent... you jogged towards dae-ho with an urgent plea.

"dae, we should switch." you pant.

your taller man looks down at you, as if you've grown two heads.

“i’m pregnant, daeho,” you whispered, your voice cracking as you gripped his hands, “I-i don't know if I can kill anybody and if gi-hun’s after you, let me take the risk. please.”

daeho’s jaw tightened, his dark eyes fierce with a protectiveness that made your heart ache.

“no way, y/n,” he said, his voice low and somewhat angry because of gi-hun's silent threats looming, "you’re carrying our baby. i’m not letting you be bait. if gi-hun wants me, he can come for me.”

you shook your head, tears stinging your eyes.

“no?! no! daeho, don’t say that--”

“participants,” the robotic voice cut you off.

you stiffened.

“the next game will now begin. red team, please head to the door on your left. blue team, please proceed to—”

the doors behind you hissed open.

you looked toward them.

dae-ho was still staring at you with the guard's gun at his back, his mouth parted like he was about to shout your name.

you blinked.

only one thought has entered your mind.

does it all end here?

ten minutes later...

as much as you were relieved about not being chased.. you hated that you were a red team seeker.

your heart a frantic drumbeat in your chest. seo-ah is still growing inside you and growing her has been taking some of your needed energy.

your hand instinctively rests on your small swollen belly. being five months pregnant, you were still small.

shoot, most people can't tell you're pregnant with the large 399 jacket you've always been wearing.

luckily there's a silent promise to the child you carry...daeho’s child.

you trusted your man, you love him more than anything.

daeho gave you the comfort you always craved throughout your whole life. you could go to him for anything.

if soulmates are real, you knew that he was yours.

now, that love feels like a fragile thread.

it is stretched to the breaking point by his lies that you have yet to figure out.

before the game began, you saw the way gi-hun’s eyes locked onto daeho, a predator sizing up his prey.

gi-hun blames daeho for the rebellion that went wrong, the one that cost lives and shattered your group’s fragile hope of escape.

you pleaded with daeho to switch teams with you, to let you be the blue team hider so he could wear the red vest and stay safe so gi-hun couldn't kill him.

“i’m pregnant, daeho,” you whispered, your voice cracking as you gripped his hands, “I-i don't know if I can kill anybody and if gi-hun’s after you, let me take the risk. please.”

daeho’s jaw tightened, his dark eyes fierce with a protectiveness that made your heart ache.

you shook your head, tears stinging your eyes.

“no?! no! daeho, don’t say that.”

he didn’t listen.

when dae-ho left with the other blues to go hide... you turned to gi-hun, desperation clawing at your chest since you were daeho's last hope.

or at least you hoped you were.

“please, gi-hun,” you begged, stepping in front of him as he adjusted his red vest, “daeho didn’t start the rebellion. it wasn’t his idea...it was yours! you know that.”

your voice trembled, but you held his gaze, willing him to listen.

gi-hun’s eyes were cold, distant, like he was already somewhere else, his mind set on blood.

he didn’t respond, just stared through you, and you knew your words were falling on deaf ears.

you walked away, your hands shaking, your heart heavy with dread.

player 124, approached you after. he is a player you've never spoken to before. the guy's eyes were widened, his grin predatory.

“looks like he's on another planet. I wonder if he took something out of this." 124 says, opening a cross necklace around his neck.

you gave 124 a dirty look, seeing a set of pills stacked inside of the necklace that the guy carried.

the guards can take my normal cotton clothes, but not this guys drugs? your mind spoke.

"great, he did not. crazy bastard. you know what else is crazy? we could take out half the blues before they even blink.” 124's eyes gleamed with a hunger for violence, and you glared at him, your stomach churning.

“i’m not here to slaughter people,” you snapped, your voice low but firm.

you knew you had to eliminate at least one blue player to survive, to keep yourself and your baby safe, but the thought made you sick.

you weren’t like 124.

you weren’t like gi-hun.

when the reds were released into the maze, you moved with purpose, your knife heavy in your hand.

the gravel crunched under your white blood stained shoes, the sound a constant reminder of the danger lurking in every shadow.

you ignored most of the blue players, their terrified faces blurring as they scrambled away from you.

your only goal was to find daeho, to make sure he was safe, and to eliminate one blue player...just one, as long as it wasn’t daeho or junhee, the other pregnant woman who was trapped in this hellhole with you.

you couldn’t bear the thought of harming her, not when you knew how she felt when it came to carrying a life in a place like this.

the maze was a labyrinth of despair, its brick walls cold and unyielding, the paths twisting into dead ends and sharp turns.

you moved silently, your senses heightened, every rustle of leaves or snap of a twig setting your nerves on edge. you heard whispers of movement, the faint cries and loud stabs of players caught by other reds, but you kept your focus.

daeho was out there, running from gi-hun, and you had to find him before it was too late.

you turned a corner and froze.

in a small, dimly lit room full of beautiful colors, junhee was crouched on the ground, her face contorted in pain as she started pushing out her baby.

hyunju, her friend, knelt beside her as geum-ja helped deliver junhee's baby.

120's eyes were blazing with protective fury as she glared at you.

junhee was giving birth, right there in the maze, her breaths ragged and desperate. your eyes widened, your heart lurching with a mix of fear and empathy.

you took a step back, raising your hands, your knife glinting but unthreatening.

“i’m not here to hurt you,” you said softly, your voice thick with emotion, “you know i would never—”

“don’t even think about it,” hyunju spat, her body tense, ready to fight.

you shook your head, offended that they’d assume you’d harm a woman in labor, but you understood.

you were a red player, a hunter in their eyes.

without another word, you backed away, leaving them to their struggle, your heart heavy with the weight of this place.

you kept moving, your mind racing.

you needed to find daeho, but you also needed to survive.

the rules were clear for red players: eliminate a blue player or be eliminated yourself.

you rounded another corner and saw her.

a blue player, player 091, slumped against a wall.

she was young, barely five years older than you, her face pale and slick with sweat.

a pool of blood wasbeneath her, seeping from a wound in her side stomach. she was dying, her breaths ragged.

clearly, a red player did not finish her off.

you knelt beside her, your knife trembling in your hand.

“do it already,” 091 mumbled, her voice weak but resolute.

a tear slipped down your cheek as you whispered, “i’m sorry.”

your handsy were shaky as drove the knife into her carotid artery, quick and precise, ending her suffering as quickly as possible.

the audio blared overhead which scared the crap out of you as you ripped your knife out of the girl's neck. the woman's blood spraying on your own upper chest and neck.

“player 091 eliminated. player 399 passed.”

somewhere in the maze, daeho froze.

the man's heart stopping at the sound of your player number.

you’d killed someone.

he knew you had to, he knew the rules as well as you did, but the thought of you with blood on your hands made his chest ache.

dae ho was so focused on running from gi-hun, dodging through the maze’s twists and turns, that he hadn’t processed what it meant for you to be out there, hunting.

he shook his head, trying to convince himself he’d misheard, that it wasn’t you.

deep down, he knew.

you wiped the blood from your knife, your hands shaking as you stood. the blood was all over your face, neck, and arms.

the act had been merciful, but it left a stain on your soul.

you pushed forward, your focus shifting back to daeho. you had to find him. gi-hun was out there, and you knew he wouldn’t stop until he had daeho’s blood on his hands.

you climbed a set of crumbling stone stairs, the maze opening into a wider corridor.

below the next set of stairs, you saw them...gi-hun and daeho, facing off.

daeho’s back was to you, his shoulders tense, his voice rising in a panicked plea.

gi-hun loomed over him, his knife gleaming with intent.

you froze at the top of the stairs, your breath catching as daeho’s words reached you.

“i never served in the marines! i was actually a social service personnel!”

daeho shouted, his voice breaking.

“it was a lie! i didn’t even serve in the military. i’ve never held a gun!”

your heart stopped.

the world tilted, the maze blurring around you.

daeho had told you about his time in the marines since the first week he met you, about coming to seoul after serving near busan.

it was one of the most frequent stories he shared when you met him at the café, back when you were just a barista and he was a charming regular.

those stories had woven into the foundation of your love, a year and a half of trust built on what you thought was truth.

now, it was crumbling.

your hand gripped the railing, your knuckles nearly popped out of your skin as you listened, tears burning in your eyes.

“even my tattoo is fake,” daeho continued, his voice shaking with shame.

“i lied so i could feel better about myself. i’m a coward, gi-hun. a coward. I just wanted to apart of something! please brother, spare me. i’m begging you.”

you couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe.

the man you loved, the father of your unborn child, was a stranger.

every memory of him...his stories, his confidence, the way he promised to protect you...felt like a lie.

your lip quivered, tears streaming down your cheeks as you stood frozen, watching gi-hun’s face twist with a mix of disgust and pity.

daeho was hesitating now, his head bowed, his body trembling.

you wanted to scream, to run to him, to demand answers, but your body wouldn’t move.

when gi-hun lunged and shoved daeho to the ground, something snapped inside you. you bolted down the stairs, your fear and heartbreak fueling your speed.

you kicked gi-hun hard in the head, sending him stumbling back, his head hitting the ground with a thud.

you didn’t look at him, didn’t care.

you grabbed daeho’s arm, dragging him to his feet.

“get up,” you hissed, your voice raw with anger and pain.

you didn’t notice the blood seeping from his ankle, the wound he’d gotten in his struggle with another player a few minutes before this confrontation. you just pulled him along, your grip bruising as you ran.

you found a small, shadowed room, its walls damp and crumbling. you shoved daeho inside, slamming the door behind you.

he stumbled, catching himself against the wall, his eyes wide with relief at seeing you.

however, terror spreader along his features as he realized you’d heard everything he confessed to gihun.

you stood there, chest heaving, tears staining your face, your bloody knife still in your hand.

the silence was suffocating, broken only by the distant sounds of the maze...screams, footsteps, the relentless audio announcements.

“y/n,” daeho started, his voice soft and pleading, “i—”

“you really lied to me,” you cut him off, scoffing and trembling with rage. “all this time, daeho. a year and a half. you told me you were a marine. you told me you could protect us, that you knew what you were doing. it was all a lie?”

your voice rose, cracking with the weight of your betrayal.

“i’m carrying your child, daeho. our baby... and you built our life on a lie?”

he flinched, his face crumpling with guilt.

“i’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

“i didn’t want you to see me like this. i wanted to be someone you could depend on, someone strong. i thought… i thought if you knew the truth, you wouldn’t love me.”

“don’t you dare,” you snapped, stepping closer, your knife still clutched tightly.

“don’t you dare say that. you think i loved you because of some fake marine story? i loved you because i thought you were honest, because i thought you trusted me. you lied, daeho. you lied, and now we’re here, in this hell, and i don’t even know who the hell you are!”

he sank to his knees, his hands covering his face as he shook.

“i’m a coward,” he said with his voice muffled, “i’ve always been a coward. i made it all up because i was ashamed. i wanted to be more than what i am. for you. for our baby.”

your heart twisted, a war raging inside you.

you wanted to hate him, to scream at him for betraying you, for putting you and your child in danger.

you couldn’t.

not completely.

its bad.

you still saw the man you loved. the man who held you at night, who still wanted to protect you and your unborn child.

it didn't take long before you dropped to your knees in front of him, the knife falling to the ground with a dull clatter.

your hands reached for his, pulling them away from his face so you could see him.

“i’m so scared, daeho,” you whispered with your voice breaking, "i’m scared of losing you, of losing our baby. i killed someone out there because i had to, because i’m trying to keep us alive. now i find out the man i love isn’t who i thought he was. how am i supposed to do this?”

he looked at you, his eyes red and glistening with tears.

“i don’t know,” he admitted, “but i love you, y/n. I have never lied about anything else. I love you more than anything. i love our baby. i know i messed up, and i know i don’t deserve you, but i’m begging you...let me make this right. let me be the man you need me to be so we get out alive.”

you stared at him, your heart torn between anger and love.

the maze pressed in around you, a reminder of the danger still lurking, but in that moment, it was just you and daeho.

you reached out, your hand trembling as you touched his cheek, wiping away a tear.

“you don’t get to lie to me again,” you say, your voice firm despite the tears streaming down your own face.

your hand trembles against daeho’s cheek, the damp brick walls of the starry night maze pressing in around you. the distant sounds of the game...screams, footsteps, the cold voice of the audio system...fade to a dull hum as you stare into his eyes, searching for the man you still knew. despite his lies.

daeho nods, his expression heavy with guilt, his own tears mirroring yours.

“i know,” he whispers, his voice thick with regret, “i swear, y/n, no more lies. I'll die before I ever tell another one.”

you pull your hand back, wrapping your arms around yourself as if to hold together the pieces of your shattered trust.

your belly, swollen with seo-ah, feels like both a shield and a vulnerability.

“but why, daeho?” you ask, your voice breaking, “why did you lie to me? from the very beginning, at the café, when we were just… being us. why did you make up this whole story about being a marine?”

daeho exhales shakily, his hands clenched into fists as he sits back on his heels, the gravel crunching beneath him.

“i… i was estranged from my family for years before they started talking to me again just recently,” he starts, his voice low.

“they always saw me as weak. a coward. a pussy. sensitive. useless. when i told them i was joining the marines, they believed it. for the first time, they looked at me like i was someone. they praised me, y/n. they called me brave, strong. it was the first time they, especially my dad, didn’t tear me down.”

he pauses, his eyes distant, haunted.

“i got addicted to that feeling. so i kept the lie going. i told everyone i was a marine, because it made people see me differently. it made me feel different like i wasn’t just some failure.” he shakes his head, his voice dropping to a whisper.

“but i’m still a coward. i always have been.”

“stop it,” you snap.

your voice is rising, and desperate.

“stop calling yourself that, daeho. just stop.” you lean forward, grabbing his face with both hands, forcing him to meet your gaze.

“you lied to me, and it was a huge lie. it hurt me, it hurt us, and it put us in danger. but you don’t get to keep tearing yourself apart like this. you’re not a coward. a coward wouldn’t be here, in this hell, trying to protect their girlfriend and our baby.”

he stares at you, his lips trembling, but he doesn’t speak.

you take a deep breath, your anger still burning but tempered by the love that refuses to let go.

“you lied, daeho,” you continue, your voice softer but still firm.

“and it cost us. people died because of the rebellion, because we didn’t have the ammo, because things fell apart but you didn’t start that rebellion. gi-hun did. he knew it wouldn’t work, and he pushed it anyway. this is on him, not you.”

daeho’s eyes flicker with something...hope, maybe, or relief...but the guilt still clings to him.

he nods slowly, like he’s trying to believe you.

unfortunately, the weight of his shame is heavy.

“i thought you’d leave me,” he admits, his voice barely audible.

“when you heard the truth, i thought… i thought you’d take our baby and go. that you’d never want me near you again.”

the pain of his words cut deeper than you expected.

you’re still angry, the sting of his betrayal raw and aching, but the thought of him fearing you’d abandon him makes you want to cry all over again.

“i’m not leaving you,” you say, your voice steady despite the tears, “and i’m not taking our child away from you. i’m angry, daeho. i’m so angry I can barely see straight but I love you. I’ve loved you for over a year and a half, and that doesn’t just disappear because you messed up. it’s going to take time for me to trust you again, but I’m not giving up on us.”

he exhales, a shaky breath that sounds like a sob, and reaches for your hand. you let him take it, his fingers warm and trembling as they lace with yours.

“i don’t deserve you,” he whispers, but you shake your head.

“don’t say that,” you say, squeezing his hand, “just… be honest with me from now on. be the man I know you can be. for me. for our baby. you are not a coward, and you don't have to lie to me. I fell in love with you for who you are, not because of your fake military background.”

before daeho can respond, the audio system blares overhead, its cold, mechanical voice cutting through the moment.

“game over. all surviving players, please follow the nearest staff member and report to the main room.”

you both freeze.

the game is over.

you and daeho are alive.

you’ve passed, both of you spared from the deadly stakes of this round.

daeho stands up and pulls you into his arms, one hand firm on your back, the other resting gently on your belly, where your child grows.

the man's lips press against your forehead, warm and trembling, as tears slip from his eyes.

“we made it,” he whispers, his voice thick with relief, his embrace desperate.

you’re still angry, the sting of his lies burning in your chest, but you cling to him, your arms wrapping around his waist.

you’d rather be angry at him than grieving him.

the thought of losing him, of facing this nightmare alone with your baby, is too much to bear.

you bury your face in his chest, letting his warmth ground you.

the two of you make your way to the dorm room, your hand in his, his limp from the wound on his ankle slowing your pace.

the maze’s brick and gravel walls seem to close in around you and the starry night above a cruel mockery of freedom.

back in the dorms you and daeho find a corner to sit, your knees brushing, your hands still entwined.

the silence between you is heavy but not empty.

the next morning, you wake to a nightmare.

the dormitory is cold, the air thick with despair.

you’re curled against daeho, his arm draped protectively over you, his steady breathing a small comfort.

after you rub your tired eyes you hear the shuffle of boots, the low voices of the guards.

you sit up, your heart lurching as you see them carrying a coffin through the room.

your eyes follow the shape, and then you see her...geum-ja, her body being hanged by a blanket, the fabric knotted where she used it to end her life by hanging.

the sight hits you like a blade to the chest.

geum-ja was like your mother, her kind eyes and gentle hands a constant in your life since you arrived in this hell.

she was the only true mother figure you’ve had ever, the only older woman who held you in this short period of time.

you knew she’d killed her son, a sin that haunted her every step since, but seeing her like this...lifeless, taken by her own hand...sends you spiraling.

a sob tears from your throat, raw and jagged, and you collapse against the bed, your body shaking with a panic attack.

your vision blurs, your chest tightens, the world closing in as you gasp for air.

daeho is there in an instant, his arms around you, pulling your face gently away from the sight of geum-ja’s coffin.

“don’t look, y/n,” he whispers, his voice steady despite the tears you know are in his eyes too.

“i’m here. i’m so sorry.” he holds you close, his hand stroking your hair, his apologies soft and endless...not just for geum-ja, but for his lies, for the pain he’s caused.

he shields you from the horror, his body a barrier between you and the reality of her loss.

you can’t stay angry at him.

not when he’s here with you, loving you like this, his warmth and presence a lifeline in this place.

you forgive him in that moment, not because the hurt is gone, but because you need him, and he needs you.

you cling to him, your tears soaking his shirt, and he doesn’t let go.

“i’ve got you,” he murmurs, over and over, his hand resting on your belly.

“you’ll get through this. I put that on my own life.”

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IN HIS MERCY | JUNGKOOK FF PT.2

description: who would have thought that you, the queen bee of the school, would be a crying mess beneath the very boy you bullied?

It’s not your fault he fucks you too good… right?

warnings: nsfw, consensual non-consent, yandere jungkook, mean dom jungkook, big d!ck jk, cum dump yn, dumbification, blackmailing, manipulation, drugging

You slowly wake from your deep slumber, an agonizing headache throbbing in your skull. Instinctively, your hand reaches up to cradle your head, as if it could ease the pain. Your eyes remain shut, the lingering ache making it difficult to open them, and your vision is blurred—probably from sleeping for too long.

Something feels off.

The soft silk sheets against your skin, the plush, oversized mattress, and the faint, familiar scent of a man’s cologne mixing with the cool air—none of it belongs to you. It’s nothing like the small, sweaty bedroom you fell asleep in.

Panic surges through you. You jolt upright, eyes flying open, heart pounding as you take in your surroundings.

No.

You’re not home.

You’re in his room.

"Ah, you’re finally awake. Morning, princess."

Jungkook’s voice was warm, almost teasing, as he stepped into the room, a smile playing on his lips. He had opened the door just in time—as if he had been waiting for this exact moment.

Your throat felt dry. "Jung… wh—"

"You slept for so long, baby. You must be hungry." His tone was soft, affectionate. Too affectionate. "Here, I cooked for you."

Your thoughts were scattered, sluggish. You wanted to ask—how did you get here? How long have you been here?

But before you could even form the words, Jungkook was already moving. He set a tray of food onto your lap, completely dismissing your questions as if he hadn’t heard them at all.

"Jungkook…" Your voice was barely above a whisper.

He hummed, tilting his head. "Mhm? Yes, baby?"

He was acting sweet. But that was what terrified you the most.

A single tear threatened to fall onto your cheeks but you tried holding it in.

This isn’t normal.

He isn’t normal.

The man standing in front of you—the one smiling, feeding you, pretending like this was perfectly okay—was nothing like the Jungkook you knew at school.

A single tear slipped down your cheek. Then another. And another.

Before you could stop it, they fell freely, streaking your skin, your chest tightening with each passing second.

And then, with a shaky breath, you finally mustered the courage to say the one thing you had wanted to ask since you woke up.

"J-Jungkook… I wanna go home."

Your voice cracked mid-sentence, fragile, pleading—begging for mercy. Begging for him to take you back, to undo everything, to make things go back to normal.

To before all of this.

Jungkook’s expression didn’t falter. If anything, his gaze softened.

"Shhh…" He reached forward, cupping your wet cheek, thumb swiping away a tear. His voice was calm, gentle—too gentle. "Baby, don’t cry. I hate it when you’re like this."

His fingers trailed down to your jaw, tilting your face up toward him. His next words were almost painful.

"All I did was treat you right."

Then, he smiled.

A soft, sweet, twisted smile.

"This is your home now. Don’t you like it?"

And at that moment, you knew.

It was over.

There was no way Jungkook would ever let you go again. If anything, you were trapped.

And that realization crushed you.

A broken sob escaped your lips, followed by another, until you were crying freely, your breath hitching, hiccups shaking your body. You had lost.

But don’t worry—Jungkook was right there.

Strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his chest, cradling your trembling form. He shushed you gently, fingers stroking your hair in mock comfort, his lips curling into a sinister smile against your temple.

"It’s okay… it’s okay, baby. You’re gonna learn to love it here soon."

His voice was soothing, convincing, like he truly believed his own words.

"I even bought you new expensive dresses. You like that, don’t you?"

His hand trailed down your back, rubbing slow, possessive circles.

"You can be all pretty and dolled up just for me. Just like the good old days, when you were the queen bee."

As if those words should make it better. As if you’re like a kid that can be bought with a few dresses.

But… isn’t this what you always wanted?

A taste of wealth

Something that you have been pretending to have ever since,

and now? Jungkook was handing it to you on a silver platter in exchange of your freedom.

After a minute of sobbing into his chest, your cries slowly faded into quiet sniffles. Your body felt heavy, drained, your mind too exhausted to keep fighting.

You didn’t want to be close to him. Didn’t want to need him.

But right now? He was the only comfort you had.

And Jungkook loved it.

His fingers traced slow, lazy patterns down your back, feeling the way you melted—just slightly—against him.

So cute.

A minute ago, you had been babbling nonsense about wanting to go home, about escaping.

And now?

Now, you were seeking him out. Holding onto him.

But Jungkook knew better.

This won’t last.

You would come back to your senses. The moment your emotions settled, you would go back to being difficult. Stubborn. Fighting him.

So he had to fix that.

Had to take matters into his own hands.

Had to condition you… to train you.

To be his perfect little doll.

All pretty and compliant just for him.

Then, as if nothing happened, he leans back and tilts your chin up.

"Feeling better, baby?"

Knowing better than to resist, you nod weakly.

Jungkook grins, his eyes glinting with something unreadable.

"Good girl. Then let’s get some food in you, yeah?"

He reaches for the breakfast tray he had set on the bedside table, carefully placing it in front of you.

"I made this just for you," he says, his voice soft, affectionate.

On the plate, there’s warm rice, eggs, and crispy bacon. A glass of milk sits beside it.

It looks… normal.

You hesitate for a moment, staring at the food, wondering if it might be laced with poison.

Jungkook catches the doubt in your eyes and chuckles.

"What? You think I’d poison my pretty little princess?"

He picks up a slice of bacon and bites into it himself, chewing slowly.

"See? It’s safe, baby. Now eat."

You swallow hard, yet you choose to follow his orders, forcing yourself to pick up the spoon. You need the energy. You need to stay strong if you’re ever going to find a way out of this.

So you eat.

Feeling hungry, you manage to finish the meal, washing it down with the full glass of milk.

Unbeknownst to you, Jungkook simply watches, smiling and humming in satisfaction as you unknowingly drink the milk laced with drugs—ones meant to boost your arousal and keep you dumb.

“Your training starts now, baby”

“Come here, princess”

Jungkook calls you casually while he’s busy scrolling one of the papers he has to sign for the company.

His parents had recently just decided to transfer the company in his name, seeing how Jungkook’s temper and psychotic behavior has been improving - or so they thought.

Hearing him calling you, you did not hesitate but to happily crawl toward him, just like how he trained you.

The cold floor stings against your palms, the weight of the collar around your neck a constant, inescapable reminder of who you belong to.

The thin straps of your pink lingerie barely cover anything—your breasts threaten to spill free with every movement, and the fabric only hides what Jungkook allows to be hidden.

But the worst part?

The aching stretch of the plugs in both your holes.

Each slow, deliberate movement is humiliating. Each crawl toward him is a silent admission—you’re already broken.

Jungkook had fucked you full this morning.

Had plugged his cum inside you, his voice a low, mocking purr as he tilted your chin up and whispered;

“Don’t waste it, princess. Good pets keep their master’s cum inside.”

Now, as you finally reach him, Jungkook leans back in his chair, watching.

Amused. Satisfied. Completely in control.

"Good girl."

Then—he spreads his legs.

And pats his thigh.

"Now, sit."

You climb onto his lap, straddling him, your core pressing directly against his already hardened bulge.

Even through the fabric, you can feel him.

Thick. Hard. Waiting.

You can’t help yourself but naturally grind in him, but you were stopped with a slap in your right butt cheek

“Did I tell you to do that? So fucking horny can’t even control yourself”

Jungkook scolded you, which made you sob, “‘M, sorry daddy, Y/n just wanna rub”

Jungkook smirks at how pathetic you look. It has only been three days and you’re already broken.

“Really? Then you should ask for permission first, you’re a good girl aren't you?”

You nod, agreeing that you really are a good girl as you started begging him “D-daddy… Can Y/N hump?”

“Are sure that’s what you only want, princess?” Jungkook asked as he started rubbing circles on your

“Want daddy inside, feels so empty!”

Jungkook chuckles at your desperation, as he mocks you “Is that so, but you already have a plug to keep you full”

Jungkook loves you this way. He thinks you’re perfectly made for this - for him.

“Nooo… want daddy’s cock” You cried in desperation as you unconsciously buckled your hips, following the rhythm of his thumb.

“Really? Then prove it.”

You blink up at him, confused. “H-how?”

His fingers ghost over your collar, tugging it slightly.

“If you want it so badly, you’re going to work for it, princess. Show me how much you need it.” Jungkook suggested as he caressed your cheek

Without thinking, you slip off his lap, dropping to your knees on the cold tile floor. The impact stings, but you don’t care.

Your hands move frantically, fingers trembling as you unbuckle his belt, tugging down his boxers with urgency.

And then—

You’re met with the sight of his cock, thick, hard, and with a bit of precum spilling in his slit.

You drag your tongue along his length, pressing soft kitten licks against the tip, savoring the salty taste of his precum.

It smears onto your lips, glistening like gloss.

You hum in satisfaction—you love this. Love teasing him. It’s like licking ice cream, slow and indulgent, just the way you like it.

But before you can continue, a deep groan rumbles from his chest.

Suddenly, his fingers tighten in your hair, yanking you forward.

Your gasp is cut short as he forces your mouth down his shaft, making you take him in one swift motion.

Before, you would have been choking and crying, struggling to take him.

But now? Your throat has adjusted.

It’s as if it’s been reshaped just for him.

“Ohh fuck princess, you’re so good. Throat so fucking tight and warm, just like your pussy”

You wanted to say something, but you chose to stay focused, bobbing your head with determination, desperate to satisfy him.

But it wasn’t enough.

Jungkook’s grip tightened in your hair, and before you could react, he thrust his hips forward, forcing himself deeper.

You choked slightly, your throat tightening around him as he let out a low, satisfied groan.

“So, so good, yeah? Always ready to be used.”

And just like that, he pulled out of your mouth, before shooting his cum on your face.

“Thank you daddy,” you said, always grateful with everything he gives you as you collect the cum smeared on your face and licked it up.

"Bend over the desk. I’m going to refill you," Jungkook instructed.

You obeyed immediately.

Pressing your chest against the cool surface of his wooden desk, you arched your back, ass up, waiting.

Jungkook let out a low hum of approval as he reached down, peeling away the sheer lace fabric you’d been wearing all day.

Slowly, he pulled out the plug from your core, making you hiss at the discomfort.

The sudden emptiness sent a shiver through you.

And just like that—your hole was left gaping, clenching around nothing, as his leftover cum trickled down your inner thigh.

He chose to leave the buttplug in place, already planning to train you for anal—maybe tomorrow, or maybe even tonight.

“Ahh… jungkookie, pleasee”

“Shhh doll, I’ll enter you now” And just like that he inserted his thick shaft into you without prep, knowing your gonna take him so well

“Ohhh fuck… so good doll. Pussy so perfect for my cock” He praised as he continued ramming you core, while you’re just there taking it all.

"Shit, I’ve fucked you twice today, and you’re still so tight," Jungkook groaned, his fingers digging into your hips as he thrust deeper.

Your walls clenched around him, desperate, needy, perfectly trained to take him.

A whimper escaped your lips, your body trembling beneath him. "Ahh… ugh, I wanna cum, Gookie, please?"

Your voice was wrecked, broken, dripping with desperation.

Jungkook chuckled darkly, slowing his pace just to hear you whine.

"Already begging, princess? Tsk. So fucking pathetic. Hold it in, let’s come together”

The idea that the servants—or anyone in the house—might hear you? Long forgotten.

Your only focus was him. His cock. The way he was ruining you.

With a few more deep, relentless thrusts, Jungkook cummed inside you, his grip on your hips tightening as he filled you to the brim.

At the same moment, pleasure crashed over you, your body convulsing as you squirted around him.

Your legs trembled violently, the overwhelming sensation leaving you too weak to hold yourself up.

If not for Jungkook’s firm grip on your hips, you would have collapsed completely.

"Tsk. Look at you," he murmured, smirking down at your wrecked, shaking form. "Can’t even stand without me."

You felt exhausted again, your body limp and spent.

Fortunately, Jungkook placed you gently onto his office chair, his touch surprisingly gentle as he grabbed a towel, wiping the sweat off your flushed skin.

But before you could fully relax, you felt it.

The familiar stretch as he plugged your core again, sealing everything inside.

Your breath hitched, but you were too tired to protest.

It didn’t matter. In a few weeks, you’d probably be pregnant with the amount of intercourse the two of you had.

Jungkook moved toward one of the cabinets, pulling out a large hoodie.

One of his.

He slipped it over your head, letting the soft fabric swallow your exhausted, smaller frame.

You were already fighting off sleep, eyelids heavy, body sinking deeper into the chair.

Then his voice broke through the haze.

“Hey, baby. Rest now, okay? Mom and Dad are gonna visit later.”

Your eyes fluttered open.

"M-Mom?" Your voice came out groggy, confused.

Jungkook chuckled, kneeling beside you, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

"Yeah, my parents. You’re gonna meet them for dinner. Would you like that?"

You hesitated.

"Okay…" You nodded slowly, still unsure.

But the thought of meeting Jungkook’s parents sent an unexpected flutter through your chest.

Him introducing you to them…

As what?

As his girlfriend?

Right…

“Who’s this?” Jungkook’s father asked, eyeing you intensely.

His presence alone made it clear—he didn’t like you here. He didn’t welcome you.

The four of you sat at the long dining table, Jungkook beside you, his hand firmly clasped around yours beneath the table.

You sat stiffly, dressed in one of the expensive outfits he had bought for you—an elegant white draped dress, flowing over your figure. Your hair was left untied, cascading naturally over your shoulders.

Jungkook, unbothered, swirled the wine in his glass before taking a slow sip.

“You’re scaring her, Dad. That’s not how you should treat my guest.”

“Y-yes, honey… Look at this lovely girl, you should at least smile at her,” Mrs. Jeon added quickly, offering you a kind smile, attempting to ease the rising tension.

But you just sat there, uncertain, frozen.

You wanted nothing more than to leave, to go back to your room. His parents—especially his father—didn’t seem like good people.

“Smile? God knows where Jungkook got this girl from and what antics he pulled this time.”

Mr. Jeon’s tone was laced with disdain.

He knew his son too well.

He knew this wasn’t normal.

And it deeply concerned him.

They thought that, after all this time, Jungkook had changed. That he had gotten better.

But instead—he had only gotten worse.

Jungkook’s grip on your hand tightened.

His gaze turned sharp as he stared down his father.

“I don’t like you talking to my fiancée like that, Dad.”

The room fell silent.

Mrs. Jeon’s eyes widened, startled yet pleasantly surprised.

“Fiancée? Oh my…” She gasped, pressing a hand to her chest, visibly delighted.

Jungkook only smirked.

“Yeah. She’s family now. So please, treat her well.”

Your cheeks burned.

You hadn’t expected that. You hadn’t even known he had planned something like this.

And yet…

Your heart skipped a beat.

Somehow, you felt happy.

Jungkook was claiming you—officially, permanently.

You weren’t just his toy anymore.

You were his.

Completely.

Mr. Jeon, however, remained silent.

He knew better than to protest against his psychotic son.

Instead, he turned to you, studying your face.

The way you smiled at Jungkook.

The way your eyes sparkled at the idea of being his fiancée.

And it disturbed him.

You were just like him.

Twisted. Warped. Sick in the head.

And yet, for you, there was nothing better.

Nothing better than being Jungkook’s fiancée.

Than becoming his wife.

Your old life—the memories of school, of being the queen bee—had long faded into nothing.

But that’s fine…

Jaehyun and the others had forgotten you too, as if you had been nothing more than a passing superstar, once admired, now completely irrelevant.

All that mattered now was Jungkook.

Now, and forever, your only focus would be him.

Building the family he wanted.

The future he had already decided for you both.

-the end-

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