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classmate au | yang jungwon
â iâve retired from the student council lmao â
heeseung | jay | jake | sunghoon | sunoo | JUNGWON | ni-ki
yang jungwon
where do i even begin
in the first year of highschool, he used to be THE class president
resident teacherâs pet, sits in the front, yada yada⊠typical good student stereotype
BUT NOW??? đđđđ
he just goes to school to be silly
donât get me wrong like he is smart n still receives good grades
but he isnât the 100% school jungwon from 7th grade
MOVING ON
how do you befriend yang jungwon
heâs actually a friend of a friend!
apparently, rei had met him when she was in the student council for like a year
so naturally, you eat lunch together at the canteen
he always has those cool lunchboxes and just rly GOOD food for lunch that he doesnât share
you didnât know what to expect from the boy when you first started eating lunch together
maybe timid??? shy??? bossy?? you donât know bc heâs in a different section
you certainly donât expect him to know about every single possible GOSSIP in the school
he says it in such a funny way too like
yang jungwon storytelling skills 10/10
and he laughs so hard like he will draw attention to your table bc heâs laughing so hard
but itâs valid bc the things he says sometimes are so unhinged that even YOU canât help the loud cackles
tho you donât rly become close friends until sports fest season
you hang around each other ++ additional friends BUT theyâre always in some contest so youâre left with jungwon most of the time
âdo you want to leave and go to the mall??,â youâd ask more as a joke
but he agrees
YANG JUNGWON agrees to skip sports fest to go to the mall with you im in tears
thatâs how you find yourselves in a small karaoke room at the mall
he drags you to the arcade too
the original bet was loser pays for the winnerâs lunch
but then u lost every game and u looked so cute pouting that jungwon suddenly changes the rules
âFINE⊠winner pays for the loserâs lunchâ
he pretends to be so upset about it too so that you can grab his arm and shake it around to try and get his attention
he gives in obv
then he takes u to lunch at one of like ur fav places and ure like omg ??? u think itâs telepathy that he knows
BUT NO he listens to your stories during lunch time and youâve mentioned eating here and loving it before
he even has your order down but he tries not to be too obvious about it âčïžâčïž
yang jungwon listens to you even tho youâre seated a few people away from him
womp womp it rains when u decide to go back to school
you two end up running in the rain together
WELL technically at first you tried to share his umbrella but then the both of you got too flustered
so when u started to stray away from his umbrella .. he CLOSES it
he takes your hand and goes running for the school so you can take shelter from the rain
the teachers and students look at u like đ€šđ€š
anyways jungwon and (name) ABSENT from sports fest
the only thing you remember the event by is bc u joined picture taking before leaving the school grounds
itâs so natural hanging out with him
nothing ever feels forced bc heâs just so goofy and silly that you never feel crazy when talking to him
ever since then !!!!! heâd sit closer to you during lunch time
then heâd start waiting for you outside your classroom just to tell you something ??
will find every excuse to talk to you
and if the teacher needs something from your room? bye heâs VOLUNTEERING just to see you for a few seconds
ofc the teachers just think typical Jungwon behavior
but no ⊠this is typical Jungwon with a Crush behavior
ALSO picture this
his classes end earlier than yours
he will literally pass by your classroom a million times and peek through the open door to make like brief eye contact with you
sometimes .. u donât notice him and he just admires the way you look on forward to the teacher
also pretends his class ended late so when ur class dismisses heâll be like âoh letâs talk to the cafeteria together!â
heâs not slick abt it
WHAT DID THAT MALL TRIP DO TO HIM
why is he suddenly so down bad and willing to do everything to hear you laugh
(he starts sharing his food with you btw i know⊠very shocking for him who ltrly Never shares)
he finally confesses after a school event that ran longer than it shouldâve
so he sprints at you and tells you he needs to tell you something bc he is going crazy
CONFESSES !!!!!!!!!
ofc who are you to reject him.
be careful when you start dating bc i firmly believe he LOVES kissing đč
like he is obsessed and will just be kissing you all the time iâm sorry iâm pushing this agenda
tho ofc in hidden areas!!!!!!!
he doesnât want his beloved teachers catching him who still has an image of being a teacherâs pet
soooooo likeâŠâŠ
âcome here, let me kiss youâ
you even receive TEXTS as if youâre some sort of sneaky link (youâre not)
âplease meet me under the stairs beside the student council office and prepare your lips đđđđâ
under the stairs, the side of the basketball court, an empty classroom ⊠everywhere
BEHAVE yang jungwon
heâs so clingy and so smug too
has you as his lockscreen
itâs so funny bc someone would borrow his phone and your zoomed in face would just flash in his phone
talks about u to his friends all the time
âisnât my girlfriend so pretty?,â with this smile đđđđ
lets you wear his school blazer
sometimes he even switches ur pe shirts
HE DOESNT TELL U
He just likes seeing the big fat âyangâ printed on your back
STUDY DATES
he makes his kisses a reward sometimes like if you get this question right heâll SMOOCH u
heâs honestly so good at being academic support like he knows exactly what to say bc 7th grade him was a different breed n be was so eager to please and always felt so pressured
jungwon a Veteran u guys
helps you in the subjects youâre not so good in
tbh teaches better than your teachers sometimes
like heâd stay behind in class and itâs only the two of you in the classroom and heâll start WRITING on the whiteboard
just starts lecturing to help you for an upcoming exam
ANYWAYS
honestly just good luck to you and your poor lips
oh also your poor stomach bc he will always make you laugh
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OH, SAY IT DITTO âĄ
pairing. popular!jungwon x shy!reader
genre. highschool!au, fluff, reader has a huge crush on jungwon
word count. 0.8k
warning. none
a/n. this was inspired by the song "ditto" by new jeans :) the ending was kinda rushed lmao sorry, hope you guys enjoy ! reposts are immensely appreciated as they help my works get recommended, reblogs help the algorithms so thank you for all those who take time to repost my work âĄ
exam season had come around at a rapid pace, and your free days now consisted of little solo dates at the library going over the notes you had taken in class. this morning was like every wednesday morning except your first two classes had been cancelled, and you had decided to take a little trip down to the library to occupy your free time.
as you entered the library, you greeted the woman sitting at the front desk, having been here so many times in the past few weeks that you had gotten to know several of the staff. getting closer to your usual table, you stopped suddenly seeing an unfamiliar presence sitting in your chair. trying to get a closer look, you sneaked behind the bookshelves, peeking out to see who was the mysterious person. your face flushed a bright red the minute you realized that the person was no one other than yang jungwon. the boy you had been admiring for the past ten years.
you had first met jungwon went you were eight in elementary. he had been the new kid, causing quite a stir amongst the students, his extroverted and hypersocial personality gaining him new friends almost every day. his arrival had awoken something new, he had given you your first experience of having a crush and boy did you not expect this crush to stick for as long as it had. how could you not fall in love with someone with such a boy-ish vibe and adorable smile ?
now here you are, staring at him through the bookshelves, debating on if you should just leave and come back later or try to find another seat. if you had the confidence, you would've gone sit at the same table as him, but unfortunately for you, that wasn't the case. letting your mind get stuck in this trance as you watched him read one of his textbooks, you hadn't noticed him lift his head up, his eyes catching yours amongst the books.
blinking out of your little daydream, your breath caught in your throat as you realized you were directly making eye contact with jungwon, his eyes curious as to why you were looking at him from afar. you felt a jolt of surprise course through your body, momentarily freezing you in place. caught in the act of observing him from behind the bookshelves, you could feel your cheeks burning with embarrassment. however, instead of turning away or pretending nothing happened, jungwon's expression softened into a warm smile.
breaking the spell of shyness that held you captive, jungwon motioned for you to come closer. with a mix of hesitation and excitement, you cautiously emerged from your hiding spot, making your way towards the table where he sat. as you approached, he slid his books to the side, clearing a space for you to join him.
"Hey, I noticed you peeking at me from over there," jungwon said playfully, his voice laced with genuine curiosity. "Want to sit with me? We can study together."
"Oh.. Sure" you offered him a little smile that he was quick to reciprocate. jungwon had felt comfortable enough during the time that you guys had spent together, going over the last chapter the teacher had gone over. the conversation seemed to flow with ease, you'd steal glances once in a while, not quite believing that you were actually sitting face-to-face with the boy you had dreamt about all those years.
as time passed, you found yourself really setting in the comfort of his presence, some part of you wondering if this comfort was simply rooted in jungwon's social personality or was it really that you two had easily connected. the time to go was nearing and both of you had started to pack up your belongings, your heart sank a little at the knowledge that this might be a one-time thing. just as you were getting to say goodbye and make your way to class, jungwon grabbed your wrist, turning you back around.
"Hold up- This might sound random considering this was our first interaction but I understood my lesson so much better with this one-hour study session than what I've learnt all semester and if you want, we can meet here tomorrow again after classes. you're fun to talk to and quite cute" he chuckled the last part, trying to ease any discomfort you might be feeling.
your mind went blank. you had never, in a million years, expected him to ask to meet you again. slightly overjoyed, you eagerly blurted out a yes. jungwon laughing at your surprised face at your own self. and just like that, you guys had planned your first little date, unknown to both of you that years down the line you'd still be a prominent part of each other's life.
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Thinking about fucking Jungwon so good that heâs literally on the verge of tears. Maybe you forced him not to touch himself for a while. A week, maybe two. So youâd have him real sensitive when you finally decide to give him what he wants. Heâd beg for you, even try to tease you to make you give in and have sex with him. So once you do, heâs a mess. Clinging to you and begging for more. Faster, harder. He wants all of you, and heâs so desperate that he lets you do whatever you want to him.
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Something like ur first kiss w Jungwonđ„ș
a/n: the unloyalty is showing. jay, I love you but jungwon is cute so I will write for him đ«¶đ»
pairing: jungwon x fem!reader
genre: fluff!
synopsis: though itâs already explained in the ask, Iâll just explain a little more. you have been dating jungwon for a few weeks now! itâs a fresh relationship with very shy affection. jungwon has been itching to kiss you for a few days now but he is just too shy!
word count: 1.1K words
KISS ME
it had been 3 weeks into your relationship with jungwon. your best friend and partner in crime. no one would've thought you'd end up dating him. after all, he had expressed his type being someone completely opposite of you. hence, you were surprised to him asking you out for homecoming.
"will you come to prom with me?" he says as he holds out a bouquet of flowers (fake ones because you were allergic to pollen). everyone was watching the both of you and you felt oblige to accept it. which you did but you didn't just do it for the sake of it. you liked jungwon.
â placing this in case the read more messes up â
homecoming was short-lived. you enjoyed your time dancing with jungwon and speaking to your friends. your mom gushing over how cute both you and jungwon looked. it was definitely one of the memorable times of your life. the highlight of the night was jungwon pulling you outside and asking you out. again, it surprised you since he never showed signs of liking you. maybe you were just oblivious but even your friends were shocked to see both you and jungwon walk in holding hands.
it took a small confidence boost for jungwon to randomly grab your hand while walking to school. the both of you were blushing the whole time, you couldn't even say a word to him.
"dude, i thought you said you liked girls that were extroverted since they could be the 'life of the party'." jake says. the other boys were too stunned. jungwon simply shrugs.
"types can change or maybe i was just lying." jungwon nonchalantly says. jay nudges jungwon to tease him.
both you and jungwon had to walk to class and you knew your classmates would make noise and whistled. their class president and vice-president were dating. one step into class and you heard your classmates instantly talking.
"oooo class pres finally has taken interest in someone."
"he rejected everyone because (name) was the only one who could fill his heart~" your classmates then 'ooed'. you blushed.
"get to your seats." jungwon says.
"yes, class pres~"
it was fun dating jungwon since there were tons of little study dates. he especially liked helping you out. even when you were just friends. which got you thinking, every thing you did as a couple felt the same as how you were as just friends. nothing really defined or showed that you were in a relationship with him. okay, maybe other than holding hands. however, that was the only thing that happened.
you knew jungwon wasn't clingy or liked affection that much but you still wanted something. as for jungwon, he knew he hasn't done much to really show he was your boyfriend. he was trying but he can't help but be shy when it came to you. you were simply making him nervous and all jittery. butterflies always flood when he's with you.
he wanted to kiss you that night at prom after asking you out but he couldn't muster up the courage to do so. you looked beautiful that night and he thought that asking you out was enough. however, since you looked amazing everyday, jungwon fights the urge everyday to kiss and throw himself upon you. what you did not know was, jungwon liked physical affection. he just never expressed that he was comfortable with it.
anyways, jungwon was still determined to kiss you one of these days. however, he just didn't know when. he needed to find the perfect time. just maybe, he found the perfect time 3 weeks later after asking you out.
you were in the classroom with jungwon, class ended 30 minutes ago. hence, you were all alone in the classroom with him. he was busy teaching you the topic the teacher had gone through during class. you didn't quite understand the topic so you had asked jungwon to teach you. you thankful that he understood it and could explain to you with ease.
"and if you add this up, you'll get the answer." jungwon points to work you had done. he looks up at you. you hummed.
"what about this question?" you looked at him. jungwon gulps, you looked so cute. he shakes off the thought.
"well, it's simple." he explains the other question. you weren't exactly paying attention, your boyfriend looked too good. why was him teaching you so attractive?
"finally, you get this-" he stops when he notices you just staring at him. "babe?"
"huh? oh sorry, got distracted."
"by me?" he teased.
"well, you look hot sitting there while teaching me." you say. jungwon blushes.
"babe." he groans and hides his face. you giggled.
"what? am i supposed to deny? you're my boyfriend and i think you look hot."
jungwon groans. you found it adorable so you pat his head.
"okay, let's continue doing our work. what was the last thing you said?"
study continues as jungwon helps you with the work. time flies by quick, your stomach growls and jungwon takes notice of it. he offered to finish studying at his home and so you agreed.
you entered jungwon's home, maeumi greeted you happily.
"hi maeum." you picked him up and cooed as the puppy tries to lick your face. jungwon pouts.
"alright, what would you like? we have some frozen pizza in the fridge. we could also airfry some chicken?"
"let's have some pizza. it sounds good."
"pizza it is."
you went back to study as jungwon hands you your food. once you were done eating, you had placed the plate on the table. you could feel jungwon staring at you so you turned to him.
"what's wrong?"
"you have a pizza crumb on the corner of your lips."
"oh? really?" you brushed it off, "is it still there?"
"yeah, here let me help." jungwon says.
you thought he'd use his fingers to remove it but you were definitely not expecting his lips to be on yours. his pulls away a couple of seconds later. you were flustered.
"it's gone now." he says.
"oh, thank you."
it got a little awkward. jungwon nervously plays with his fingers before turning to you.
"i'm sorry for kissing you out of where. i just wanted to kiss you for the longest time and i just didn't know how to bring it up. i also wanted to kiss you after i asked you out but you looked so beautiful that night that i fumbled on my words whilst talking. i didn't want to mess up the confession so i decided it was best not to kiss you-"
"won, it's alright. i didn't mind it, it just caught me off guard. i loved it." you told him so he could calm down.
"oh. umm, does that mean i can kiss you again?"
"yes. kiss me." you whisper.
jungwon kisses you once again. this time, he didn't hesitate to prove how clingy he truly was.
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ââ enha + make-up sex ! ÖŒ đ
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Ëâ§Ë pair: hyung line (+ jungwon) ă
f!reader | warnings: pwp, smutty smut, angst/arguing (??), hurt/comfort, bratty!reader, theyâre a little mean lol srry, punishments, d/s dynamics, mentions of crying, daddy kink, praising/degrading, thigh riding, fingering, size kink (kinda ?), piv, unprotected s.x, oral (m. rec), breeding kink, c.m swallowing | words: 4.7k (very much not proofread so iâm sure thereâs plenty of typoâs lawl)
a/n. based on this request that i got !ăŸ(ïżŁâĄïżŁ;)ïŸ
⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă . âŠ
ౚৠheeseung
âcan we go to âphora after you finish ?â
âno, sit down.â heeseung referred to you tugging on his shirt from behind. âwhyâre you moving around so much today ?â
you provided a hum, quickly ending the conversation you just started. youâve been sitting here all day, on this leathery brown sofa. youâd been needing to go to the beauty store to buy a new concealer since last week, and itâs been annoying you that you canât go today as it seemed your boyfriend was practically almost done with this track heâs working on.
you sat on the far end of the couch, farthest from him. thereâd been nobody in the studio as of now, he took a short break earlier but was barely spending any time with you. that in itself made you sorta upset, you craved his attention more than anything.
you were feeling like a burden to him by even being here, and he made it no better by not giving in to your demands. you knew he was doing something, but you hated when work inclined with your time with himâ and you know it sounds extremely selfish, but itâs okay to be a little selfish sometimesâŠ
âwell can you hurry up ??â âi kinda wanna go home.â you spoke up, the agitation overwhelming your tone.
âyou can wait, but if youâre gonna have a fit, step out.â heeseung, was known for not putting up with any of your shit, no matter how much of a sweetheart he was. when it comes to his work he doesnât really play around.
âi wasnât gonna !â you poked your lip out, pouting.
âi can hear it in your voice, babe. donât start, i'm busy; weâll leave in a bit..â he put an end to the commotion you were about to start, he didnât have the time do deal with your mellow drama. that was being only if he doesnât have to fix it himself. and he knew just how to do that. all he has to do, is wait.
âugh, okay. but hurry..â
àč àč àč
you were still upset with heeseung about not going, and you had sparely spoken a word to him since the incident from earlier. but the guilt of it all was only eating him away inside, seeing your sulking state made him feel even worse and he couldnât hold himself back anymore.
âbabe.. câmere,â heeseungâs voice filled the quiet room, his tone much softer, a striking contrast from the way he acted hours ago.
you didnât wanna give in so easily with him, not after he told you no when all you wanted was some new concealer.. you wanted to put up a little bit of a fight; but the minute he flashed that apologetic, doe- eyed look at you it was enough make you want to melt in a puddle. curse him for being so damn cute..
âmâsorry baby.. let me make it up to you,â he attempts to atone for his actions, caging his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him, âwe can go tomorrow if you want.. iâll buy whatever you want pretty.â your body trembles the minute his lips find the soft spot of your neck, playing with the hem of your short skirt.
âmmh.. hee,â a tiny moan slips from your lips when his hands get closer to your core, a surge of heat rushing through. âoh gosh,â
his fingers swirl around your entrance, collecting your wetness, bringing it up to decorate your clit before dipping them back into your entrance. he looks up at you, a chuckle on his face, so cocky and arrogant. he swipes his middle harshly on your clit, you were feeling ecstatic, already on the verge of coming as he kept up his ministrations. you begin to gush on his fingers as you writhe your hips.
âfuck..â he groans. âyou only get this wet for me, right baby ?â
your eyes slightly rolled to the back of your head as you felt the slight pressure on your clit, your chest heaving, trying your hardest in collecting yourself. his palm slaps your pussy when you donât answer him, and you whimper out a ây-yes..â quickly. heâs been doing this for what felt like hours and you swore you were going to pass out just from this alone.
he chuckles again, sounding like a curt scoff. pulling his lip between his teeth, you notice the look in his eyes, and you gulp. he pulls your thighs further apart, stretching.
you squeak at the stretch, your thighs are burning.
âstay still,â heeseung grunts out. âi donât wanna make you cry right now, baby you know i hate that.â
heeseung takes both fingers into your pussy, scissoring them in and out of you. you watch as glob of his spit falls onto your clit as he smiles at the squelching sound of everything. your eyes rolled all the way back to your skull when you start to hear how messy it all is.
âbaby.. youâre squirting,â
ౚৠjay
âwhy do you keep pushing me away ?â âcan you not?â jayâs voice surpassed the boundary between calm and annoyed. he didnât seem to understand you at all today. and itâs more of a problem that you refused to talk with him about any of it. all you continue to say is ânothing.â
âiâm not.. itâs just, really hot in here..â you exhaled, shifting your gaze to avoid direct eye contact with him.
âcouldâve just said something, iâll go turn the ac on.â
âno !â you pulled his arm almost dragging him back onto the couch. âi donât want to turn it on.â
âwhat ? arenât you hot ?â he blinked in confusion.
you nod.
âthen why not..?â
âcause i donâ wanna !â you roll your eyes in discontent, by this point you were being unreasonably stubborn for no reason and jay was quite literally over your attitude youâve been giving him all day.
âbabe, iâll either touch and hold you while itâs cold so youâre comfortable, or make you sweat like a bitch and not care.â âbut youâre infront of me, iâm gonna touch you. i donât care. so choose.â he eyed you, face calmed but holding so much emotion. confusion, anger, love. but itâs all just mixing up like a bowl of açaĂ and he canât pick out which one heâs feeling right now.
âneither !â you retaliate, but to your demise, you got his cuddly wrath anyway.
âjay ! getâ hey !â you pushed and nudged but no hope. he wasnât gonna let you go, felt like you needed comfort, but he couldnât depict if it was just his instincts or not.
âow !â you felt the weight of his body rise leaving you feeling like a light weight blob of mass. ây/n, did you just.. hit me ?â his face, was all misshapen. a furrowed and betrayed look caping his features in like they were a precious jewel sworn to never see light of day.
âbabyâ i.. i didnât mean it !â âit just happened..â you broke a huge no-no in your book. sworn to never put your hands on eachother in a vile way, that is unless consented. meaning, the two of you should never hit one another. look at you now, your stubborn little ass is in a huge mess.
âmhm, yeahâ you watched as he left the couch the both of you once sat on together. now youâre sad, cold and alone, in the once hot area.
âjay, iâm serious, âm sorry!â
âcorner.â
âhuh ?..â
his hand cupped the back of your head, leading you to the nearest corner in the room, only for him to finish you off; shoving your face into the corner. âsit. and donât move a damn inch. got it ? mrs. y/n ?â
âyes..â you sulked, look what you did, being a spoiled fucking brat. shouldâve got over your little drama party when you had the chance. but look at you now.
âyes what ?â
âyes daddy..?â your voice wobbled. the mere thought or feel of being in trouble is terrible. yet you saw through your punishment and done your vile actions.
âoh ? good girl, finally using that mouth for what itâs worth. finally listening. over that pity party? huh ?â he joked, a cackle bubbling from his throat as he walked away from your smaller being.
half an hour had passed and heâd left you there to reflect on your actions, but he knew he couldnât keep you there alone for too long. instead, heâd much rather release each otherâs frustrations by fucking it outâ that always works in the end to resolve your differences, doesnât it ..?
àč àč àč
âjay, p-please slow down !â you stuttered, begging for mercy. eyes fluttering as you ride on top of his big cock. being on top with jay felt like nothing of the sort.
he still had all the control, his thickness sliding in and out, your juices leaking everywhere with each and every thrust; your entrance giving that tickling feeling that you knew all too well.
sometimes your boyfriend could be super soft and gentle with you, while other times heâd fuck you rough and mercilessly, leaving you completely dumb as youâre full of nothing but his cock. jay likes putting you on top just to fuck you like you were laying down.
he slows down just a liiittle bit... but not without leaving a light slap on your cheek. noticing the way youâre bringing your bottom lip into your mouth, tears streaming down your face. he coos at you, rubbing your thigh.
âsorry baby,â he pouts, gently rubbing your clit. âcome closer.â you watch in confusion as he pants but you obey.
he pinches your cheeks with his right hand, squishing your face. you could smell your pussy wafting from his fingers. âyou did soo well taking my cock,â jake hums at you proudly, âyeah ? so tight.â
âdo i get a reward for being good, daddy ?â you mutter.
your boyfriend hums again, before tapping your cheek. you try opening your mouth knowing exactly what he wants. gazing into his eyes, you greedily stick your tongue out. he suddenly slams his cock back into you, making you gasp from the sudden fill.
âuh uh,â he says sternly. âkeep your mouth open.â
you watch as he letâs a string of his spit fall right on your tongue.
this was going to be a long afternoon.
ౚৠjake
âdoes it really take that long to unlock a door ?â your hands met your hips, knee at a bent degree, tips of your shoe tapping the ground. âiâm getting tired of standing here, câmon !â
âdoes it take a lot for you to shut your pretty fuckinâ mouth ?â âshit baby, whatâs your problem today, you've been acting bratty the past few hours.â his key forcefully twisted into place, giving jake a satisfying click.
ânothing..â you quickly mutter.
âreally ? nothing?â âso, youâre being disrespectful for no reason ?, donât you know where that gets you ?â his figure caged you between the passenger side door, eyes locked on yours. you knew you had no reason to be upset, and even knowing that, you were terrible angry.
âiâm speaking to you.â
âyes jake.. i know.â
âthen get in the car and act fucking right.â he pulled you towards him, reaching out to open the door for you. âhear me ?â
âgood.â he closed after hearing a complying hum from you before reaching over your lap, buckling your seatbelt.
you honestly couldnât stay mad at him, look at how he treats you even after he scolds you. a man everybody wants, but only you have. and you felt ungrateful, like you didnât deserve him.
the real reason you were so upset in the first place was only because jake had wanted you to come to these dinner reservations he made with his friends and although you really did enjoy his friendâs company sometimes, you didnât want to go anywhere.
all you wanted was to stay in and be with your boyfriend all day but instead you took your anger and frustration out on himâ which only made you harbor more guilt inside.
the car ride went completely silent for the first ten minutes, then an idea sprang into your mind. why not show how sorry you were for your attitude by giving him some road head ? youâve never tried it before, but thereâs a first time for everything you suppose. plus, you genuinely felt remorseful, and there wasnât a more perfect way of apologizing than doing that in your opinion.
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âhpmh,ââ your lips kiss his pinkish-red tip, when you unzipped his pants to expose his hard on, a small bead of pre-cum leaked out. dipping your tongue out to lick it up, his cock flinching at any slight stimulation. âbabeâ yes ! fuck..â
opening your mouth wider to take his full length, your eyes began watering when the end of his shaft hits the back of your throat. âlook at you, already taking it all.. look so fucking hot like that with your mouth full of my cock.â his hand gripping hard onto the steering wheel, the other grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling hard as he forces more of himself down your throat.
you gag and choke a bit from his hips rutting into you, but that doesnât stop you from sucking his cock like itâs the last thing youâll ever do on earth. giving all your efforts to please him, looking up with bright big eyes while you deepthroat. your pussy was uncomfortably wet, you could feel your slick leaking on your thighs. moaning as you continue bobbing your head up and down, feeling him throbbing in your warm mouth from the sensations.
âyeah baby⊠just like that keep going.. fuckâŠâ jake wanted to swing his head back from the pleasure so badly, but he had to focus on the road.. pulling your hair tighter as he feels himself getting close.
you could sense he was close too by his erratic movements, and you know exactly how to get him to cum. collecting more saliva as much as you could to make it even sloppier, some of it almost dripping from the corners of your mouth as you keep going. he felt like the end was nearing for him, he grunts loudly, bucking his hips up in a frenzy.
âshit- âm gonna come⊠you better swallow of all of it like a good fucking girl.â you nod, feeling him pulsate even more in your mouth, humming around the base of his length as you send him to a higher state of pleasure. the back of your throat gets hit with shots of hot cum, milking every last bit of him until you know for sure heâs done.
âyou really have no idea what you do to me y/n, do you ?â he pants while trying to catch his breath, wanting to look down at the beautiful mess heâs created.
âi swallowed it all daddy, look.â you open your mouth wide, sticking your tongue to show him it was all empty.
âthatâs my good girl,â jake praises you, quickly glancing down to see you looking all lazy and defeated. he wanted to say to hell with it and skip the plans, turn back around just so he could fuck you. thereâs no way heâd able to last more than an hour without having his cock buried inside of you..
ౚৠsunghoon
an hour, a whole god damn hour, you were being completely ignored, concealing all your tiny sobs. you were sorry for your actions, hell, even sorry for yourself, but also sorry for your boyfriend, the man who had to put up with all of your brattiness.
today you just decided to chose violence and pick a fight with your boyfriend for absolutely no reason other than you just felt like it. but now you were paying the consequences of those actions by his silent treatment he gave you. when heâd finally noticed youâve been crying, he couldnât hold anymore of this little grudge against you, he couldnât see you like that no matter what.
your thought process was cut off once you felt a warm compress on your back. making you bawl your eyes out even more.
âbabe, what are you crying for ?â
âi donât know.. iâmââ
âyouâre sorry?â his hands caressed your sides, his mouth kissing along your shoulder. âi know baby. itâs okay.â
âdid i leave you alone for too long ?â he pulled you further into his build by your waist, cupping you in his hold. his tough demeanor shrinking to bits once he saw your puffy, red eyes.
âno..â you quickly turned to wrap your arms around his neck, snuggling yourself into his embrace. you canât believe how sunghoon deprived you were for just an hour. the hold this man had on you..
âyou wanna tell me what happened today ?â âor no ?â he added, hearing nothing in reply.
âmaybe later.. ?â âi miss you.â
âi miss you too babe, i just donât like when you act that that. i feel neglected, like you canât open up to me.â
âi know.. iâm sorry, i just didnât feel good today..â you retracted your nuzzle from the crook of his neck.
âjust one of those days ?â âyou know i wonât ever know whatâs wrong unless you tell me, right?â
you hummed. âyes, but.. i donât know i was just being selfish and i took it all out on you..â
âyouâre a really good girl, baby, i love you okay ? you donât have to ever close yourself off with me. âkay ?â
âmkay..â you reached for a kiss in which he gratefully returned.
âbaby.. well, maybe.., did you check yourself?â he cautiously approached the upcoming topic. he could feel parts of his sweats sticking to his skin like rice cake on a hot day. and he had a feeling that your attitude wasnât just an attitude.
âwhat do you mean ..?â your brows furrowed at the random question displayed before you.
âyou know, like.. are you on ?â
âmy period?â he hummed in response to answer.
ânoo..? i checked earlier.. plus i didnât feel any paining.. or any symptoms like usual..â
he nods at your reassurance, knowing how cranky you can get when itâs close to that time of the month. thatâs when everything shifted, you were suddenly pulled onto his lap and kissing him roughly on the couch, his hands exploring each and every inch of your body. you knew exactly how this was gonna endâ you being completely ruined by the end of this night.
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âbabe, youâre fucking squeezinâ me.â sunghoon groaned, gripping the sides of your hips in a tight manner. âpussy still begging for more, huh ?â
âplease hoonie..â you whined at the friction of his cock colliding with yours perfectly, feeling every ridge and vein. like his cock was made just for you. âwant it so bad..â
he wasted no time in burying himself deeper inside you, in all honesty he wanted you no more than you wanted him. he needed you the most right now. the fact that heâd spent so long ignoring you today because of his stubborn, selfish actions left him feeling more than guilty, and he was going to show you just how much he wants you.
sunghoonâs hand pressed on your stomach with every stroke he landed in you. every curve his length went through to touch your G. âfuck..â he landed a sharp slap onto your tits.
you couldnât help but grind your hips back up against him. a tense burning sensation sprawling throughout your whole body. it make you urge for more, like nothing was enough, even though you were in pure bliss. you were nothing but a mewling, shrieking mess.
âhoon ! ugh, please ruin me..hmm please..â your arms reached up, grasping around his neck.
âyouâre driving me fucking crazy, yâknow ?â he airly chuckled throwing he head back. the feel of your slick creating sticky vines across his skin whenever heâd pull out. the sound of it, the look of it. all of it turning him on even more.
your back arched at the thought of maxing out around his thick shaft. the praise youâll get since youâve done so well for him.
âi love you..â you mumbled bittersweet nothings one after another.
âshit, loosen the fuck up.â his hands entangled your sweaty hair gripping it in a careful but aggressive manner. âfuck, iâm gonna come.â he began to thrust into your messy cunt relentlessly, pounding you into oblivion.
âhoonâ mmânside please.. !â you slurred, drool heaping out the corner of your mouth.
âinside ? huh? you want my babies, princess ?â âyou do, donât you? want me to fill your fucking pussy with my seed.â sunghoon chuckled at your pleading. he was tired as hell, but soo turned on by you, by the thought of you bearing his children.
â âes yes, yes hoon !â
âwhatever you want, baby.â his length pumped into you filling you up, not an empty fucking crevice in your soppy cunt.
âthank you .. daddy.. â
ౚৠjungwon
you know why you were in the situation you were in right now, but you imply that you donât care, yet and still it seems like your silly boyfriend does indeed care.
âbabee, talk to meee !!â he lingered the letters of the petname heâd so rightfully honored to you, on his tongue. âwhy wonât you talk to me ?!â he sat up, his pout where it always is. (in his greedy ass bottom lip. upper lip = TT)
yesterday night, you were in jungwonâs position. being ignored, all because he wanted to be on call and play games with his friends the whole night. he still made it up to you afterwards but who cares ?? you could do the same. heâll get over it the moment you kiss him.
âpretty girl ??â he crawled on top on you, dodging the arms you held in the air as your eyes scanned the screen of your nintendo. âwhatâd i do.. ?â he talked into your neck. you canât lie.. your hearts fluttering, it might as well fly off leaving your mouth hanging open gasping for air.
he was too cute for his own good, so soft.. but you wanted to show him the emotional castle you walked through when he sat on his game for 10 hours straight after having a date with you. aftermath cuddles where ??
your skin tingled as jungwonâs lifted himself infront of your screen to pamper kisses all over your face, âwon- stop it..â you groaned clearly âupsetâ heâs disturbing you.
âoh- so you can talk? mm ?â
you ignore his presence once more this time with your cute little furrowed brows. only this time, you could feel him burning holes through your face. âwould you stop staring ?? what do you want jungwon ?â, you look away from your game to see his wide-eyed features.
â'jungwon'? really baby what did i do.â his lips swell into his signature pout.
ânothing, just move a little, youâre too close i canât focus.â you said nonchalantly. he only caught an attitude and pushed himself back into the sofa gazing at the TV, after rolling his eyes at you.
heâd sat for so long waiting on your worry, and you got so caught up in the game and actually forgot about him sitting there.. that was until you heard his little sniffles. âbaby ?â you sit up looking at him and slowly putting your nintendo away. âhm..â you could hear how annoyed he was with you. thereâs no way heâs actually upset by all of this ??
at this point, you were beginning to feel really bad, but you couldnât help but giggle just a bit, he was the cutest thing on earth !! his pouty lips, his glossy eyes, just everything about him. âiâm sorry.. i just wanted to show you how i feel when you do it to me.â you pulled him towards you and sat on his lap, proceeding to wrap your arms around his neck.
âthatâs right, be sorry, youâre a mean girl ! give me kisses everywhere, here, here, here, and here !â he points all over his facial area.
you could only do as he said, how couldnât you ? look at him ;(
âiâm sorry, do you forgive me ? huh wonnie ?â, you hugged him tightly. âhmm... no !â you felt him grow under your thin little shorts.
âmaybe after you fix my boner though. maybe i will.â you pull back from his embrace, your face resembling confusions and shock. âhow could you say something like that while looking so.. sweet and adorable !?â he giggled at your response.
âi dunno, but you should get to work,â he shrugged. âyou wouldn't wanna waste a good tap, right ?â you could feel the heat rising.
âbut-â
âbut ?? shouldnât you be begging for forgiveness?? huh, baby ?â he slapped the softness of your ass causing you to jump at the friction. âbe good for me. donât make me wait. y/n.â he glared at you, a hidden smirk on his face.
âyes sir.â
you knew he liked being called that a little too much.. you giggle to yourself sliding off his lap onto the pads of your knees.
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at this moment you thought of nothing but pleasing him right, your hands gripping his thighs while your head bobbed slowly on his length. once you were comfortable you quickened yourself. you loved when heâd get all whineyâ especially for you. his hands gripped your hair as he groaned your name, feeling him throbbing inside you.
âmhm.. hell yeah.. just like that princess.â he praised, that moment causing you to squeeze your legs together.
you sucked him harder as your mouth slid off his tip, hands replacing it. your hand added a pressure your mouth couldnât as you jerked him. his balls sat in your mouth and you suckled and licked until he couldnât take it anymore of it.
âshit !â he tapped your shoulder before making lift back up onto your feet once again. âall fours, and hurry up.â he groaned, âbut i didnât fi-â you felt his hand swash against your ass causing you to yelp and hurriedly get into position.
âah, fuck fuck fuck !â your moans grew louder the more his cock slams into your walls, the way youâre swallowing him up makes his brain all fuzzy, you feel so warm and inviting, could stay like this forever.
his insatiable lust for you was displayed even more than usual tonight as he thrusts into you deeply, thinking about the fact that only he gets to have you in this way and no one else; he should appreciate how good he has it more often. it only makes him want to pleasure you even more, changing angles and positions that have you clenching around him hard, cumming over and over on his cock.
he immerses himself in the feeling, holding your hips close and he grunts, âno one else will ever make you feel this goodâ, eyes closing at the way you flutter around him, âdonât forget that, yeah?â
and you canât find anything in yourself to disagree. moaning his name out, too out of it to even talk because all you can think about is himâ how perfectly his cock fills you up and how good he feels cumming inside of you, marking you as his.
âlove how you clench around me baby.â he bit your shoulder compressing and moan that dared to slip from his mouth.
he deliberately pounded into you, like he wanted everyone near to know how he was ruining you. he wanted to hear you begging for a break.
âplease.. won, so good..â
the sound of your bodies smacking together fills the room as he fucks you faster with his arms holding himself up, paying close attention to how beautiful you look under him.
âgonna come in your tight dewy little pussy.â he captured your waist, pulling you closer into him. âwannâ put a baby in you, want my babies, huh ?â
âyes.. in me please baby ! please come !..â
you notice his eyes lingering on each of your features and all you can do is pull him in for a long kiss, which causes jungwon to groan into your mouth and suddenly fill you up with his load, overwhelmed and wanting you even closer as he (momentarily) lays on top of you.
he swears each time the both of you cum itâs never the last, pleading to give you one more, telling you that he knows you want it from how much your pussy pulls him in, inviting him to breed you again and again..
so iâm officially back, i think ?? >-< gonna try to be more consistent on here but weâll seeâŠ.
alsoo shoutout to my besties @leeechin & @pshbites, i was thinking of yâall while writing jay and jungwonâs parts hehehe. luh yâall sososo bad <333
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TANGLED DESIRES- p.sh
PAIRING: enemy!sunghoon x f!reader
SYNOPSIS: At a prestigious private school, you and Park Sunghoon are locked in a constant rivalry. During a party at your friend Karinaâs, a heated argument between you two escalates into an unexpected, passionate encounter. The next morning, you wake up in his arms, forcing both of you to confront the new, complicated tension between you. As you navigate the fallout and shifting feelings, you start to question if your biggest enemy might actually be something much more.
GENRE: enemies to lovers, rich kids au
WARNINGS: smut (unprotected sex, oral sex) rivalry, hurt feelings, angst. ALL ARE OF AGE
wc: 15.4k
You attend the most prestigious school in Korea, where the sky-high tuition fees are only accessible to those born into pure wealth. This elite institution is a playground for the richest families, and your name is synonymous with success. Your family, being the owners of one of Koreaâs top corporations, you seem to have everything at your fingertipsâa glamorous life of luxury, an enviable social circle, and endless opportunities.
To the outside world, youâre the quintessential rich girl: impeccably stylish, effortlessly popular, and seemingly flawless. Yet beneath this polished veneer lies a different reality. Despite your privileged upbringing, youâre kind-hearted, fiercely intelligent, and deeply dedicated to everything you do. Your friend group, including Jake, Jay, Heeseung, Sunoo, Niki, Jungwon, Yuna, and Karina, forms a close-knit circle that navigates the pressures of their world together.
But thereâs always been one glaring exception: Park Sunghoon. The feud between the two of you is infamous, an unspoken tension that pulses beneath the surface of your otherwise harmonious friendships. No one really knows how it started, and no one seems to care enough to unravel it. Instead, everyone just tolerates your constant bickering.
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The lunch table is alive with conversation, the usual chatter amplified by the excitement of the latest gossip. Karina sits comfortably beside Heeseung, leaning into him with an easy confidence that only she can pull off. Sheâs in the middle of talking about her parentsâ latest ventureâsomething about opening another resort somewhere exoticâwhen she casually drops the bomb.
âSo, theyâre gone for the whole weekend,â she says, her voice loud enough to catch everyoneâs attention. âAnd you know what that meansâŠâ
Jake perks up immediately, his eyes bright. âParty?â
Karina grins. âObviously. Saturday night, my place. No theme this time, just show up and bring your best energy.â
Yuna claps her hands in excitement. âFinally! Itâs been forever since the last one. I was starting to forget what a real party looks like.â
Jay laughs. âAs if youâd ever forget. You practically live for these things.â
Yuna sticks her tongue out at him, but her smile doesnât waver. âGuilty as charged.â
Heeseung wraps an arm around Karinaâs shoulders, looking amused. âYouâre not worried about your parents finding out?â
She rolls her eyes. âPlease, they wonât even notice. And even if they do, whatâs the worst that could happen? Theyâll just buy me something to make up for being gone.â
âMust be nice,â Niki mutters, leaning back in his chair.
Sunoo nudges him with a grin. âOh, come on, donât act like youâre not excited. You were the first one to ask about the music last time.â
Niki shrugs, but he canât hide his smile. âYeah, well, only if itâs not Sunghoonâs terrible playlist again.â
You glance across the table, catching Sunghoonâs eye. Heâs lounging back in his chair, looking entirely too pleased with himself. âMy playlist was fine, thank you very much,â he retorts. âItâs not my fault you have no taste.â
You snort. âPlease, Sunghoon, your taste in music is as bad as your taste in everything else.â
He looks over at you, eyebrow raised. âAnd whatâs that supposed to mean?â
You shrug, feigning innocence. âNothing, just that your definition of âgoodâ is highly questionable.â
He chuckles, the sound low and irritatingly smug. âComing from you, Iâll take that as a compliment.â
Karina cuts in, sensing the rising tension. âAlright, letâs not turn this into another one of your little spats. Save it for the party, okay?â
Sunghoon smirks, still looking at you. âLooking forward to it already.â
You roll your eyes but canât resist shooting back, âDonât get too excited, I might just ignore you all night.â
âOh, the horror,â he replies, his voice dripping with mock terror. âHow will I ever survive?â
Jay laughs, nudging Jake. âYou know, one day they might actually get along.â
Jake shakes his head, grinning. âNah, whereâs the fun in that?â
Karina steers the conversation back to the party details, running through a list of essentials while Heeseung nods along, offering suggestions. âInvite whoever you want,â she says, âoh except luci, last time I caught her giving mark head in my parents bedroom, I havenât been able to go in there since.â
You laugh and nod in agreement, trying not to notice how Sunghoon is still watching you, his expression unreadable. For a moment, you wonder whatâs going through his head, but then you push the thought away. Whatever it is, itâs probably nothing you need to worry about.
Karina claps her hands, bringing the attention back to her. âSo, everyoneâs in?â
Thereâs a chorus of agreement, and the table erupts into a mix of laughter and excited chatter as plans start to form. You glance over at Sunghoon one more time, catching his eye for a brief second before looking away. This party is already shaping up to be interesting⊠and you have a feeling thatâs an understatement.
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The lunch buzz still lingers in your ears as the group makes its way back across the pristine campus grounds. The sunlight reflects off the sleek, modern architecture of the schoolâs main building, and you canât help but admire the way everything here seems to sparkleâlike even the bricks and mortar are aware of the school's prestige.
You find yourself walking beside Karina, whoâs still chatting excitedly about the party, while Heeseung stays close, throwing in a comment or two. Yuna and Sunoo are a few steps ahead, their heads bent together as they giggle over something on Sunooâs phone. You catch Jake and Jay trailing behind, still debating something about sports cars or the best summer destinations.
Just as youâre about to reach the entrance, you feel a presence beside you. You donât need to turn your head to know who it is; Sunghoon always manages to sidle up to you when you least expect it.
âWhat, are you following me now?â you ask, not breaking your stride.
He chuckles. âOh, please. Donât flatter yourself. It just so happens our lockers are in the same direction.â
âRight,â you drawl, rolling your eyes. âLike you donât go out of your way to annoy me.â
He glances at you, smirk still firmly in place. âMaybe I just like seeing you get all riled up. Itâs entertaining.â
You shoot him a glare, but before you can fire back a retort, the group reaches the main hallway. The chatter from the student body fills the air, a mix of excitement and post-lunch drowsiness. The smell of expensive cologne and designer perfumes lingers in the air, an unmistakable signature of the schoolâs elite.
Karina stops at her locker, Heeseung leaning against it with a casual arm draped over her shoulder. She turns to you, her voice dropping conspiratorially. âSo, youâre coming early on Saturday, right? I need a hand setting things up.â
You nod, grateful for the distraction from Sunghoon. âOf course. Iâll be there.â
âGreat!â She beams. âAnd maybe you can help me make sure everything stays under control. You know how things can get with this crowd.â
Heeseung laughs softly. âGood luck with that. I donât think anyoneâs ever managed to keep Sunoo and Niki under control for more than five minutes.â
As if on cue, Sunoo pops up beside you with a grin. âI heard that, Heeseung! Iâm an angel, thank you very much.â
Niki appears at his side, raising an eyebrow. âAn angel of chaos, maybe.â
The group laughs, and you feel the tension in your shoulders ease. Itâs moments like these that make all the bickering and drama feel worth it.
But then, just as youâre about to make another comment, Sunghoonâs voice cuts through the noise. âSo, Y/N,â he says casually, âwhat are you going to wear to the party? Let me guess⊠something that screams âtrying too hardâ?â
You whip your head around, narrowing your eyes at him. âAnd what are you planning on wearing, Sunghoon? Something that screams âI own everything but a personalityâ?â
Thereâs a collective gasp from your friends, followed by a chorus of laughter. Sunghoon raises his eyebrows, feigning a look of hurt. âOuch, that one actually stung a little. Didnât know you had it in you.â
You cross your arms, feeling a triumphant smile tug at your lips. âIâve got plenty more where that came from. Try me.â
He leans in slightly, lowering his voice just enough that only you can hear. âMaybe I will,â he says, his eyes flicking over you in a way that makes your pulse quicken. âBut youâre going to have to do better than that if you want to get under my skin.â
Youâre about to retort when a voice interrupts. âCan we get through one day without you two turning everything into a competition?â Jay sighs, looking exasperated. âSeriously, itâs exhausting just watching you.â
Jake nods in agreement, though heâs grinning. âYou guys need to find a new hobby. Preferably one that doesnât involve verbal sparring in the middle of the hallway.â
You shrug, unable to resist the urge to keep poking at Sunghoon. âIâm open to suggestions, but I doubt Sunghoon has any better ideas.â
Sunghoon leans back, crossing his arms with a playful smile. âOh, Iâve got plenty of ideas. But I think youâd be too scared to try them.â
Before you can respond, the bell rings, signaling the end of lunch. Karina groans. âUgh, saved by the bell. I guess weâll have to pick this up later.â
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As everyone starts to disperse to their respective classes, Sunghoon gives you one last look, a challenge in his eyes. âDonât worry, Y/N,â he says smoothly. âIâll be looking forward to it.â
You roll your eyes, but your heart is beating just a little faster. You canât help but wonder what exactly heâs planning⊠and why a part of you is actually looking forward to finding out.
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The day of the party arrives with a crisp, clear sky and a hint of excitement that seems to permeate every corner of the city. You wake up early, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervous energy. Karina had texted you the night before, reminding you to come over in the afternoon to help set up for the party. You agreed eagerly, knowing that any opportunity to help would give you something to focus on and take your mind off the strange tension building between you and Sunghoon.
When you arrive at Karinaâs mansion, the house is buzzing with activity. Karinaâs housekeeper greets you at the door with a warm smile, directing you to the large, open-plan living area where Karina is already busy coordinating the decorations with a small army of helpers. The space is being transformed into a glamorous party venue with twinkling lights, elegant table settings, and a dance floor that looks like itâs straight out of a high-end club.
Karina spots you as soon as you walk in, her face lighting up with relief and excitement. âY/N! Perfect timing. Iâm so glad youâre here. We could use an extra pair of hands.â
You smile, rolling up your sleeves. âWhat can I do to help?â
Karina hands you a stack of neatly folded napkins and points towards a table covered with party favors. âStart by setting these up on the tables. I want everything to look perfect tonight.â
You get to work, organizing napkins and arranging snack trays, chatting with Karina about the last-minute details. The hours fly by as you work alongside her, the room gradually coming together into a setting that is unmistakably Karinaâs styleâclassy, sophisticated, and just a bit over the top.
As the afternoon drifts into evening, Karina claps her hands and gathers you for a brief break. âAlright, itâs time for a quick change. Youâve been working so hard, and I want you to look as fabulous as the rest of the evening.â
You raise an eyebrow, half-teasing. âWhatâs wrong with what Iâm wearing?â
Karina waves her hand dismissively. âyou donât want me to answer that. cmon youâre hot, why not show off a little?â
Before you can protest, Karina ushers you into her bedroom and pulls out a sleek, little black dress from her closet. The dress is short and simple with a cut that accentuates your figure without being too revealing.
âPut this on,â Karina insists, handing you the dress. âTrust me, youâll look amazing. And donât worry about the hair and makeup; Iâve got that covered too.â
You change quickly, admiring the way the dress fits and the way it makes you feel more confident and glamorous. When you step out of the room, Karina is waiting with a professional-looking makeup kit and a few hair tools.
As she works on your hair and makeup, she chatters away, filling the room with her usual upbeat energy. âyou look sexyâ
You smile at her reflection in the mirror. âThanks, Karina. You donât think itâs a bit much? Itâs definitely more out there than I usually go forâ.
Karina beams, finishing up with a final touch of lipstick. âbabe thereâs no such thing as too much. And who knows, maybe youâll catch someone eye tonight,â she tells you with a wink.
With a laugh and a final look at yourself in the mirror, you feel a surge of excitement. The dress feels perfect, and the makeup and hair make you look polished and ready for the night. As you head back downstairs, you catch sight of Karinaâs smile of approval, and you canât help but feel a bit more confident about the evening ahead.
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The music starts pumping through the walls as you and Karina make your way back downstairs. The final touches have been set, and the room looks like a scene straight out of a teen movie: fairy lights strung up in every corner, a couple of disco balls catching the light just right, and a dance floor that practically begs people to let loose. Karina surveys everything with a grin that stretches from ear to ear.
âSee?â she says, nudging you with her elbow. âThis is why I always go all out.â
You chuckle, glancing around. âOkay, okay, you were right. This does look kind of amazing.â
The doorbell rings, and Karina practically bounces on her toes. âThat must be the first guests! Come on, we have to greet everyone in style.â
The two of you rush to the front door, and soon enough, your friends start streaming in. Sunoo is the first to arrive, with Niki and Jungwon right behind him. They all look ready to have the best night ever, and Sunoo immediately zeroes in on you, his eyes going wide.
âOh. My. God. Y/N!â Sunoo exclaims dramatically, clutching his chest. âLook at you in that little black dress! Who is she?!â
You roll your eyes, fighting back a grin. âAlright, Sunoo, calm down. Itâs just a dress.â
âItâs not just a dress,â Niki interjects with a grin. âItâs the dress. Who are you trying to impress tonight?â
Jungwon nudges Niki. âYeah, spill. Is there someone youâre hoping to catch the eye of?â
You smirk, crossing your arms. âOh, please, like Iâd tell you guys even if there was.â
More of your friends arrive, and soon the room is buzzing with chatter and laughter. Jake and Jay show up not long after, both of them effortlessly cool as always. Jay immediately gets to work DJ-ing from his phone, while Jake heads to the makeshift bar, already concocting a round of mixed drinks.
Then, just as you start to relax, you see himâPark Sunghoon. He steps in, looking annoyingly good in a casual black button-down and jeans. His eyes scan the room until they find you. For a split second, he looks almost surprised, but then his trademark smirk appears.
âWell, well,â Sunghoon says as he strolls over to you, hands casually shoved into his pockets. âLook who decided to play dress-up. You got a hot date tonight or something?â
You scoff, giving him a look. âOh, please, Sunghoon. Unlike you, I donât have to try so hard to impress everyone.â
Sunghoon chuckles, leaning in just slightly. âRight. Because you just show up looking like that for fun?â
Before you can shoot back a retort, Karina swoops in, looping her arm through yours. âHey, Sunghoon, quit being a troll. Y/N looks amazing, and you know it. Now go get a drink and try to be nice for once!â
He holds up his hands, his grin widening. âAlright, alright, Iâll behave... for now.â
You watch as he saunters off to join Jake at the bar, and Karina gives you a knowing look. âDonât let him get under your skin tonight, okay?â
You nod, trying to brush it off, even though youâre still buzzing from his teasing. âYeah, yeah, Iâm good.â
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The party is in full swing nowâmusic thumping, people laughing, and the lights twinkling overhead like stars. You find yourself swept up in the fun, moving from one conversation to the next, the earlier tension with Sunghoon momentarily forgotten. Youâre by the snack table, popping a few chips into your mouth when Haechan sidles up next to you with his signature grin.
âHey, Y/N,â he says smoothly, leaning in a little closer than necessary. âLooking good tonight. That dress is seriously working for you.â
You smile at him, amused by his blatant flirting. âThanks, Haechan. Youâre not looking too bad yourself,â you reply, playing along. Heâs always been a harmless flirt, and you donât mind the attention tonight.
He grins wider, clearly pleased. âI try. But seriously, I canât believe Iâm just now noticing how stunning you are. Were you hiding this whole time or just waiting for the perfect moment to make your grand entrance?â
You laugh, shaking your head. âOh, you know me. Always dramatic,â you joke, and he chuckles, leaning in a bit more.
âYouâre full of surprises, Y/N. Makes me want to know you better,â he says, his voice dropping slightly, and you canât help but laugh at his over-the-top delivery.
What you donât notice is that from across the room, Sunghoon has been watching the entire interaction with a growing frown. Heâs leaning against a wall, a drink in hand, his eyes narrowing as he watches Haechan lean closer to you, flashing that charming smile. His jaw tightens, and his grip on the cup becomes visibly tighter.
Heeseung, whoâs been standing beside him, follows his line of sight and notices the tense look on his friendâs face. A knowing grin spreads across Heeseungâs lips as he leans over to Sunghoon, nudging him with his elbow.
âSomeone looks like theyâve got their feathers ruffled,â Heeseung teases, keeping his voice low so only Sunghoon can hear.
Sunghoon scoffs, rolling his eyes. âIâm fine.â
âSure,â Heeseung laughs. âThatâs why youâve been glaring at Haechan like youâre ready to knock that grin off his face.â
Sunghoon doesnât respond right away, but his eyes remain fixed on you and Haechan. Heeseung watches with amusement, clearly enjoying the show.
âJust admit it, man,â Heeseung continues, his tone light. âYouâre jealous.â
Sunghoon finally looks away from you, giving Heeseung a dismissive look. âIâm not jealous. I just donât like seeing him act like a fool.â
Heeseung snorts. âRight. Because youâre so worried about Haechan embarrassing himself.â He claps a hand on Sunghoonâs shoulder. âCome on, dude, just go talk to her. Or are you afraid sheâll turn you down?â
Sunghoon shoots him a glare. âShut up, Heeseung.â
Heeseung just laughs harder, clearly unbothered by Sunghoonâs mood. âAlright, whatever you say. But just so you know, glaring at Haechan isnât going to do anything except make you look more obvious.â
Sunghoon doesnât answer, but Heeseungâs words seem to hit a nerve. He turns his attention back to you, his expression unreadable, though thereâs still a flicker of something in his eyesâsomething more than just casual interest.
Meanwhile, youâre still chatting with Haechan, completely unaware of the little drama unfolding across the room. But you canât shake the feeling that someoneâs watching you, and when you finally glance up, your eyes meet Sunghoonâs for just a second. He quickly looks away, and you canât help but wonder what that was all about.
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The party continues to buzz around you, but after a while, the noise and energy start to feel a bit overwhelming. You decide you need a break, a moment to yourself away from the chaos. Without saying anything, you slip out of the crowded living room and head toward the balcony, where the air is cooler and the music is just a muffled hum in the background.
You push open the glass doors and step outside, letting the crisp night air hit your face. Itâs a welcome change from the warmth inside. You lean against the railing, taking a deep breath, trying to clear your mind. The stars are faint above the city lights, and you can hear distant sounds of traffic, a reminder of the world continuing outside this little bubble of a party.
You close your eyes for a moment, just enjoying the quiet. But then, you hear the soft sound of footsteps behind you. You turn, half-expecting to see Karina or maybe Sunoo, but your heart skips a beat when you see Sunghoon stepping out onto the balcony.
âWhat do you want, Sunghoon?â you sigh, not bothering to hide your annoyance.
âI could ask you the same thingâ he replies, his voice closer than you expected. You feel the warmth of his body behind you, jus inches away. âRunning away from the party?â
âHardly.â You glance over your shoulder at him. âJust needed a break from all the fakes and liars inside.â
His lips curl into that familiar, infuriating smirk. âAnd here I thought you thrived on that type of thing. Who knew Y/N had limits?â
You roll tour eyes, turning back to the view. âYeah, well, believe it or not I do. But you wouldnât know anything, would you?â
Sunghoon steps closer, his breath brushing against your ear, sending an unwanted shiver down your spine. You feel a rush of heat flood your cheeks and something else you refuse to acknowledge. âYou donât know anything about me, Sunghoon. And id keep it that way if I were you.â
He laughs, a deep, rich sound that makes your skin prickle. âI think you like it when I get under your skin. Why else do you always react like this?â You scoff, turning to face him, only then realizing how close he actually was. âMaybe iâm just tired of you acting like youâre gods gift to the world. newsflash: youâre not.â
His grin widens, and he takes another step closer, invading youâre space entirely as if he wasnât already to begin with. âAdmit it.â he says, his voice dropping lower. âYou like our little games. You like the way I push your buttons.â
Your heart is pounding now, and you hate that heâs right, that thereâs something about him that gets to you in a way no one else does.But you refuse to five him the satisfaction of knowing it. âIn your dreams,â you snap, though the breathlessness in your voice betrays you.
He reaches out, his fingers brushing your arm, and you feel a jolt of heat at the contact. âIs that so?â he whispers, his lips dangerously close to yours now, his eyes dark with challenge. âBecause I think youâre lying. I think you want this as much as I do.â
Your breath hitches, and for a moment, youâre frozen, caught in his gaze. The intensity in his eyes makes your pulse race, a mix of anger and undeniable attraction. Heâs so close now that you can feel his breath your lips, and before you can stop yourself, you grab his shirt, pulling him the last few inches towards you.
âMaybe I just want to shut you up,â you mutter, your voice barely above a whisper. âThen do it,â he taunts, his lips brushing against yours, almost but not quite a kiss. Itâs all the encouragement you need. You close the distance, your mouth crashing against his. His hands grip your waist, pulling you closer, and you press against him, fueled by a mix of anger and desire.
The kiss is intense, a battle of wills as much as it is anything else. His lips are firm, demanding, and you meet him with equal force, neither of you willing to give an inch. Your hands move up to his hair, tugging slightly and he groans against your mouth, deepening the kiss.
Youâre lost in it. Lost in him, every nerve in your body alight with sensation. His hands slide up your back, his touch sending sparks through you, and you hate how much you crave it, hate how much you want him despite everything.
Youâre breathless when you finally pull back, your heart hammering against your ribs. Sunghoonâs lips are parted, his breaths coming in ragged, and his eyes are dark with something dangerousâsomething you know you shouldnât be entertaining.
His hand is still on your waist, his thumb brushing the exposed skin just beneath the hem of your shirt, and you swear every nerve in your body is on fire. He leans in close, his lips grazing your ear, and his voice comes out in a low, almost pleading murmur. âCome back to my place.â
It isnât a question, but thereâs something in his tone that sends a shiver down your spine, a combination of hunger and desperation that mirrors whatâs coursing through your veins. For a moment, youâre temptedâso, so tempted to just say yes and give in to whatever this is. But logic fights its way to the surface, and you pull back just enough to meet his gaze.
âAre you serious?â you ask, your voice wavering more than youâd like.
His expression doesnât falter, his eyes locked onto yours. âDead serious.â He swallows, his grip on your waist tightening, as if heâs afraid youâll slip away. âI donât want this to end here.â
You hesitate, your mind racing. This is SunghoonâPark Sunghoonâthe guy youâve spent so long arguing with, glaring at across rooms, doing everything in your power to avoid. But thereâs something different about the way heâs looking at you now, something raw and real that makes it hard to think clearly.
âI donât know,â you say, trying to sound firm, though your resolve is crumbling by the second. âI mean⊠this is crazy.â
âMaybe,â he agrees, his voice still low, still laced with that edge of desperation. âBut I think you like crazy.â His lips curl into a half-smile, that familiar cockiness tempered with something else, something softer.
You bite your lip, weighing your options, feeling the tension between you bothâhot, magnetic, impossible to ignore. âThis is a bad idea,â you whisper, though even you can hear the lack of conviction in your words.
Sunghoon steps closer, closing the distance again, his forehead almost touching yours. âProbably the worst,â he says, his breath hot against your skin. âBut if you donât say yes, Iâm going to lose my mind.â
You can feel his heartbeat through his shirt, can feel how fast itâs racing, and you know he means it. Part of you is screaming to walk away, to leave now before you make a mistake, but thereâs another partâa louder, more reckless partâthatâs screaming for you to stay, to see where this goes.
âJust one night,â he murmurs, his lips brushing yours again, barely a kiss, just enough to make you shiver. âNo strings, no expectations. Just⊠us.â
You close your eyes, fighting against every instinct telling you to run. But when you open them again, his gaze is still locked onto yours, and you canât deny the heat pooling in your stomach, the way your skin tingles with every touch.
âFine,â you breathe, barely louder than a whisper. âOne night.â
His grin is immediate, but thereâs relief in it too, and he closes the distance, pressing his lips to yours again, this time harder, more insistent. âLetâs get out of here,â he says against your mouth, his hand sliding to intertwine with yours, and you know thereâs no going back now.
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You manage to sneak past your friends to leave Karinaâs mansion, the partygoers and scattered distractions making it all that more simple.
The drive is quiet, both of you caught in your own thoughts. The city passes by in a blur of neon signs and headlights, the streets quieter than they were earlier. You steal a glance at him, watching the way his jaw clenches, the way his fingers tap against the wheel like heâs counting down the seconds.
Sunghoon pulls up to his mansion, its sprawling, modern architecture framed by towering trees and high walls that ensure absolute privacy. The wide driveway curves up to the grand entrance, where soft lights cast a warm glow over the marble steps and tall double doors. You glance around, taking in the sheer size of the placeânot because it surprises you, but because youâve never been here before.
Your own familyâs estate is nothing to scoff at, but thereâs a distinct style to his homeâsomething sleek and almost understated, despite its size. You tilt your head slightly, noticing the details: the way the garden is meticulously maintained, the sharp lines of the building softened by the greenery that surrounds it. Itâs impressive, in a way thatâs different from what youâre used to.
He takes your hand to lead you inside, you follow him down the dimly lit corridor, decorated with family pictures and modern art that costs a fortune. He pauses at his bedroom door, his hand still holding yours, and turns to look at you one more time. âLast chance to change your mind,â he murmurs, though his thumb strokes the back of your hand, a comforting gesture.
You take a deep breath, then shake your head. âIâm not changing my mind.â
A small smile tugs at his lips. âGood,â he whispers, unlocking the door and pushing it open.
You step inside, and he follows, closing the door behind you. The space is dimly lit, warm, and thereâs an unexpected coziness to itâminimalistic but comfortable. The air feels thick with everything unspoken between you.
Sunghoon turns to you, his gaze intense, and he steps closer, his hand moving up to your face, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. âIâve been thinking about this all night,â he admits quietly, his voice almost a growl.
Your breath catches, and you feel the heat rush to your face. âThen stop talking,â you murmur, your own voice breathless.
His lips are on yours in an instant, capturing your mouth in a kiss thatâs all-consuming, filled with all the tension, the want, the frustration thatâs been building for so long. You kiss him back just as fiercely, hands sliding up his chest, feeling his heartbeat pounding beneath your palms.
Sunghoon's hands roamed over your body, squeezing your tits. You let out a small involuntary moan, a grunt leaving him immediately after. His lips move down to your next, trailing up and down before reaching that sweet spot right behind your ear.
It all feels to fucking good, your panties sticking to your core. He moves to sit on the edge of his bed, pulling you into his lap before catching your lips once again. His growing hardness is poking at you. âYou look so fucking sexy in this little dress,â He tells you in a low tone that makes you clench around nothing, the ache between your legs growing. You start grinding on him, his hands grabbing your ass, encouraging you to keep grinding against his clothed length. âThatâs it baby, grind on me, keep rubbing that pretty pussy over my cock.â
Your head is thrown back, lip in between your teeth, his words encouraging your quickening movements. âNeed you so bad, Hoon,â you manage to get out.
âYeah baby? tell me what you need.â He tells you. Itâs almost embarrassing how much you wanted him. âNeed your cock.â Without another word you feel his hands back on your ass, lifting you up and throwing you down on his bed. He looks up at you with mischievious eyes, hovering over you as his hands roam down the sides of your thighs to them hem of your dress. âCan i take this off?â he asks, caressing the soft, exposed skin there.
Eagerly, you nod quickly, reaching for the hem to help him pull it up and over your head. Luckily you opted for a pair of black lacy panties and opposed to your more comfortable ones. He audibly sighs and your exposed figure, âYouâre so beautiful,â He tells you, his fingers working to slide your panties down your legs and tossing them to the side, revealing just how much you wanted him.
âShit baby youâre so wet.â He leans down, placing soft, wet kisses just below your navel, dangerously close to where you wanted him most. âHoon please,â you murmur out. He straightens out, unbuckling his belt to pull down his pants and boxers all in one go. While he wasnât remarkably long, he made up for it in girth. You lick your lips at the sight, anticipation and heat pooling.
He pumps himself a couple times before heâs lining himself up with your entrance. He takes his time, making sure to smear your slick between your clit and his length. You feel his tip parting your folds, your breath hitching in your throat. âYou ready?â his eyes meet yours for assurance. No words come out your mouth, all you do is nod.
He enters you carefully, a strong contrast from his words earlier in the night. The last thing he wants is to rush, just because of how unpatient and horny he is. You close your eyes, holding in the gasp that threatens to escape your lips. âRelax baby, I got you.â
âI know,â you breathe out. The sudden stretch has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. The burn quickly turning into a delicious one. âThatâs it,â he praises you continuing to slide in until heâs nestled completely between your walls. âYou take me so well,â he grunts, his length twitching inside of you.
âFuck me, Hoonâ you murmur, your walls clench around him, throwing his head back at the feeling. Before you know it heâs pulling out of you, only to smack his hips back against yours. It knocks all the oxygen out your lungs, leaving you breathless as he repeats the same action over and over again. âFuck,â you breathe out, focusing on how good he looks above you.
Youâre in a complete feeling of euphoria. Sunghoonâs skills topping those of the few guys youâve slept with before. In that moment, all the bickering and years of back and forth leave your mind completely. The only thing closing your mind is how good him of all people is making you feel.
âHoon⊠faster,â you let out, his hips snapping in a faster pace on command. Your back arches off the bed, hands grasping the sheets in small fists. He notices and reaches for them to thread his fingers through yours, pinning them above your head. âYou like that baby? love how good you feel⊠fuck youâre so tight. Gonna make you cum so hard.â
âIâm so c-close, fuck,â you breathe out. His thrusts become messier and you know heâs close. âCum on my cock pretty,â he grunts, hands letting go of yours to grip your hips. Clenching around him, it takes a few for pumps before youâre both coming undone. His cock twitching inside you as he fucks his cum into you.
He drops his sweaty forehead against your shoulder, quick, deep breaths meeting your skin and he comes down from his high. It takes you both a while before your breathing steadys. âYou good?,â he asks you, settling on the bed beside you. âmhm,â is all you say in response, unsure as to where this leaves your relationship. It all felt to good to ignore. âAre you good?â you ask him after a moment of silence. âBetter than I have in a long time.â
Youâre not sure when you fall asleep. The exhaustion taking over you all at once.
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The morning light filters softly through the heavy curtains, casting a gentle glow across the room. You wake to the sound of birds chirping outside, their songs a peaceful contrast to the intensity of the night before. The bed is warm, and youâre nestled comfortably under the covers, Sunghoonâs arm draped over you.
You shift slightly, the movement causing Sunghoon to stir beside you. He mumbles something incoherent, tightening his hold on you before settling back into a deeper sleep. You take a moment to just lie there, letting yourself absorb the strange, surreal comfort of the situation. Thereâs an odd serenity in the room, a calm that feels almost unreal given the whirlwind of emotions that led you here.
As you slowly become more aware, you gently untangle yourself from his embrace, careful not to wake him. You sit up and stretch, glancing around at the elegant room thatâs now your temporary sanctuary. The soft morning light highlights the sleek lines and modern decor, giving the space an almost ethereal quality.
You slide out of bed and make your way to the bathroom, feeling a little self-conscious but determined to gather yourself. You glance at yourself in the mirror, trying to process the whirlwind of the past night. The evidence of sleep lingers in your eyes, and you smooth your hair, mentally preparing yourself for whatever comes next.
When you return to the bedroom, Sunghoon is still asleep, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. You take a moment to just watch him, the vulnerability in his expression softened by sleep. Thereâs a part of you that feels a pang of somethingâsoftness, maybe even affectionâthough youâre still trying to fully understand what it all means.
Deciding not to linger too long, you quietly gather your things and start to get dressed. Youâre pulling on your clothes when you hear a rustling behind you. You turn to find Sunghoon blinking awake, his gaze immediately locking on you with a sleepy, yet intense look.
âGood morning,â he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep.
You smile softly, trying to keep things light despite the previous night's intensity. âMorning. I didnât want to wake you.â
He stretches lazily, a smirk forming on his lips. âAnd here I was thinking youâd sneak out before I even woke up. Not very considerate of you, you know.â
You raise an eyebrow, crossing your arms. âOh, sorry. I didnât realize I was supposed to tiptoe around your mansion.â
He chuckles, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. âYeah, well, you should be lucky youâre not being kicked out for your unexpected visit.â
You roll your eyes, pulling on your shirt. âOh, please. Itâs not like I forced my way in. You made it pretty clear you wanted me here.â
His smirk widens. âTrue. And now Iâm faced with the charming aftermath of our little escapade. How do you intend to handle that?â
You shrug, trying to keep your tone casual. âI think we both know this doesnât exactly change things. We still donât like each other. This was⊠a one-off.â
Sunghoon raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. âA one-off? Thatâs what weâre calling it now? What happened to all that intense âhateâ from last night?â
You narrow your eyes at him, feeling a bit defensive. âItâs complicated. We both know that. Iâm just here to sort myself out.â
He stands up, stretching with a yawn. âWell, I suppose if youâre done with the morning-after drama, I should at least make you breakfast.â
You look at him skeptically. âBreakfast? Youâre really pulling out the stops now?â
He gives you a mockingly hurt look. âDonât sound so surprised. Even enemies deserve to be fed after a night like that.â
You smirk, shaking your head. âFine. Breakfast it is. But donât think this means Iâm sticking around for a whole lot of chit-chat.â
He grins, clearly pleased with your response. âWouldnât dream of it. Just a quick meal and then you can be on your way.â
As he leads you to the kitchen, you both fall into a familiar rhythm, trading barbs and jabs that feel almost comfortable in their own way. The awkwardness of the night before is still there, but itâs tempered by the humor and banter that defines your relationship.
In the kitchen, Sunghoon starts pulling out ingredients, his movements confident and efficient. You watch him, feeling a strange mix of irritation and appreciation. Despite everything, thereâs something almost endearing about the way heâs trying to play the gracious host.
âSo, whatâs the plan after breakfast?â you ask, grabbing a coffee cup and filling it. âAre we going to pretend like nothing happened, or do you have some other grand gesture in mind?â
He looks over at you with a smirk. âMaybe Iâll just enjoy the novelty of seeing you eat my food. Consider it a small victory.â
You roll your eyes, but thereâs a genuine smile on your lips. âEnjoy it while it lasts. Iâm not here for long.â
He chuckles, placing a plate of food in front of you. âDonât worry, I wonât be offended if you leave right after. Iâm sure weâll find new ways to annoy each other soon enough.â
You take a bite of the breakfast, shaking your head in mock exasperation. âIâll hold you to that.â
As you eat, the tension from the night before begins to ease, replaced by the familiar dynamic of your interactions. Itâs not exactly comfortable, but itâs familiarâa small reminder that despite everything, some things never really change.
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The bell rings, signaling the end of the period, you gather your things and stand up, eager to leave the classroom and escape the strange tension thatâs been hanging between you and Sunghoon all day. Youâre heading toward the door when you feel a light tap on your shoulder. You turn around to find Sunghoon standing close, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
âCan I help you?â you ask, trying to keep your tone neutral.
Sunghoon leans in, his face just inches from yours. His breath is warm against your ear, and you can feel his proximity even though you try to back away slightly. âYou look cute today,â he whispers, his voice low and deliberately teasing.
You freeze for a moment, your heart skipping a beat as his words sink in. Youâre taken aback by the unexpected comment, feeling a rush of irritation mixed with something you canât quite define. You quickly compose yourself, narrowing your eyes at him.
âSeriously?â you hiss, trying to keep your voice low so that no one else hears. âNow youâre trying to play nice? How pathetic.â
Sunghoon pulls back slightly, a smirk tugging at his lips. âIâm just making an observation,â he says innocently, though the amusement in his eyes betrays him.
You roll your eyes, your frustration evident. âYeah, well, save it for someone who actually cares. Iâm not in the mood for your games.â
As you turn and walk toward the door, you hear Sunghoonâs laughter behind you, light and mocking. You try to ignore the heat rising in your cheeks as you make your way out of the classroom, determined not to let him get under your skin. Despite your efforts to stay composed, his words linger in your mind, adding to the awkwardness and confusion of the day.
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Lunch at school is a lively affair, with the cafeteria buzzing with the chatter of students and the clatter of trays. You and your friendsâYuna, Karina, and the restâsettle into your usual spot at the table. Sunghoon and his group are seated across from you, and you can feel his gaze lingering on you, even as you try to focus on the conversation with your friends.
Karina is mid-sentence, animatedly discussing the latest school gossip when Sunghoon's voice cuts through. âOh, come on, Y/N. You can't actually believe that nonsense.â
You glance up, catching Sunghoonâs eyes. Heâs smirking, clearly enjoying the opportunity to poke at you. âAnd whatâs so ridiculous about it?â you retort, trying to keep your voice steady despite the irritation brewing inside you.
âSeriously?â Sunghoonâs grin widens. âItâs just a bunch of exaggerated stories. Youâve always had a knack for falling for that kind of thing.â
You roll your eyes, feeling a familiar annoyance bubbling up. âSays the guy whoâs always spouting off about how everythingâs ânot worth his time.ââ
Sunghoon leans back in his chair, folding his arms. âAt least I donât get caught up in every little bit of drama that comes my way.â
You scoff, crossing your arms. âIâm not the one who spends half his day looking for ways to pick fights. Maybe if you werenât so obsessed with making everything a competition, youâd see things more clearly.â
Yuna and Karina exchange glances, trying to stifle their laughter as the two of you go back and forth. Karina nudges you playfully. âLooks like you two are back to your old routine.â
You shoot her a sidelong glance, annoyed but unable to hide a small smile. âOh, you have no idea.â
Meanwhile, Sunghoonâs eyes are fixed on you, his smirk never fading. Every time you catch him looking, you feel a mix of frustration and unease. His gaze is unrelenting, and despite your best efforts to ignore it, you canât help but feel self-conscious.
âWhat are you staring at?â you snap, catching him in the act.
Sunghoon raises an eyebrow, his expression innocent. âJust observing. Is that a problem?â
You narrow your eyes, crossing your arms. âMaybe if you had something better to do than harass me, you wouldnât have to be so nosy.â
He chuckles, leaning forward with a teasing glint in his eyes. âMaybe I just enjoy watching you get all riled up. Itâs entertaining.â
You glare at him, feeling your irritation spike. âYeah, well, itâs not exactly a compliment.â
Sunghoon shrugs, still smirking. âSuit yourself.â
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After lunch, you head to your next class with a sense of relief, hoping to escape the tension of the cafeteria. As you settle into your seat, the classroom buzzes with the usual pre-class chatter. You glance around, hoping to avoid any more interactions with Sunghoon, but heâs in the same class, sitting a few rows behind you.
The teacher arrives, and the room quiets down as the lesson begins. You try to focus on the lecture, but the lingering effects of the lunchtime bickering keep your thoughts scattered. Every now and then, you can feel Sunghoonâs eyes on you, though you avoid turning around to confirm it.
Halfway through the class, you feel a small piece of paper land softly on your desk. You glance down to find a note with neat handwriting:
*âCan we at least pretend to be civil? I promise Iâm not plotting your demise.â*
You roll your eyes, a small smile tugging at your lips despite yourself. You scribble a quick reply:
âWhy start now? Itâs more fun to keep you on your toes.â
You fold the note and toss it back over your shoulder, hoping it will reach him without drawing too much attention. A few moments later, you see Sunghoonâs hand reach forward to grab it, his expression unreadable.
The rest of the class proceeds in a blur of lectures and notes. The occasional glances you and Sunghoon exchange are filled with unspoken tension, but you both manage to keep your interactions to a minimum.
At the end of your lecture, you pack up your things and make your way out of the classroom. Youâre heading down the hall when you hear Sunghoonâs voice behind you.
âHey, wait up.â
You stop, turning to see him catching up with you. Heâs wearing a casual expression, though thereâs a hint of seriousness in his eyes.
âSeriously? What now?â you ask, trying to keep your tone even.
Sunghoonâs gaze lingers on you, and he seems to consider his next words carefully. âSo, I was thinking⊠why donât you come over to my place later?â
You raise an eyebrow, puzzled. âFor what? We already had our⊠whatever that was.â
Sunghoon gives you a knowing look, his smirk widening. âCome on, you know youâre curious. Besides, you know you want me.â
You feel a rush of heat at his words, and you try to maintain your composure. âAnd what happened to it being a one-night thing? Are you trying to make this a regular thing now?â
Sunghoonâs eyes twinkle with mischief. âMaybe I am. Or maybe I just want to spend more time with you. Either way, I think youâre interested.â
You hesitate, feeling the pull of his words. The desire that was ignited the night before is still burning strong, and you find yourself tempted despite your better judgment.
With a sigh, you give in, unable to resist the allure of what heâs offering. âAlright, fine. Iâll come over. But just to see what you have in mind.â Sunghoonâs smile broadens, clearly pleased with your decision. âGreat. see you later.â
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Later that night, you stand outside Sunghoonâs, house, or rather mansion. With a deep breath, you ring the doorbelll, and a moment later, Sunghoon opens the door. His eyes rake over you, and thereâs that cocky familiar smirk on his face. âYoure here,â he says, stepping aside to let you in. Thereâs no hint of surprise, just a kind of smug statisfaction, like he knew youâd come.
âYeah,â you reply, stepping inside âso whatâs this all about?â Sunghoon doesnât answer immediately. He just walks past you, heading into the foyer. You follow, your curiosity piqued, but you donât miss the way his eyes flicker back to you with that same intent look. He turns around suddenly, before you can even process whatâs happening, heâs closing the distance between you, leaning in like heâs about to kiss you.
âWoah wait,â you say quickly, pressing a hand against him firm chest to stop him. âWhat do you think youâre doing?â
Sunghoon pauses, eyebrows raised, but thereâs no real apology in his expression. âWhat do you think in doing?â he counters, his voice low, almost daring him to challenge you. You roll your eyes, trying to ignore the way your heart is racing. âI didnât come here just to⊠you know.â
He smirks, leaning in just enough that you feel the warmth of his breath. âThen why did you come here?â
You hesitate, caught between wanting to play it cool and the undeniable pull you feel toward him. âMaybe I was curious.â Sunghoon chuckles, âYouâre here because you want this, sweetheart,â he murmurs, his hand grazing your hip lightly, testing your boundaries.
You swallow hard, trying to keep your composure. âYou think you know everything, donât you?â
His smirk widens. âI know enough.â He leans in again, and this time, his lips brush against your neck, a bold move that sends a jolt of heat through you. You bite your lip, figuring the urge to melt into his touch. âI didnât say you couldââ
âThen stop me,â he challenges, his voice a whisper against your skin. Your mind races every logical thought battling against the desire thatâs been simmering between you since the other night. You hate how easily he gets under your skin, how is arrogance is both infuriating and strangely alluring. But instead of pushing him away, you find yourself lingering, testing the r limits just like he is.
âYouâre infuriating,â you mutter, half annoyed, half breathless. He pulls back just enough to look you in the eye, his expression smug but hungry. âYet I donât see you walking away.â
You hate that heâs right. Instead of anything else, you meet his gaze head on, feeling that dangerous spark between you flicker into something more. âJust shut up and kiss me,â you say, finally giving in, if only to wipe that smug look off his face. And he doesâwithout hesitation, with the kind of intensity that makes your head spin. Itâs heated, unrestrained, and nothing like you imagined, and yet somehow itâs exactly what you wanted.
With a frustrated sigh, you put a hand on his chest and push him back a step. âOkay, seriously, what is this?â you demand, trying to keep your tone steady. âWe canât just keep⊠doing this whenever we feel like it. Itâs stupid.â
He raises an eyebrow, looking way too amused for your liking. âWhy not? You look like youâre enjoying yourself.â
You shoot him a glare. âDonât flatter yourself. I just⊠I donât want this to get messy.â
He smirks, clearly entertained by your struggle. âMessy? You mean you donât want people to know you like kissing me?â
You scoff, crossing your arms. âI donât like anything about you, Sunghoon. But if weâre being honest, thereâs⊠something here, and I donât see it going away anytime soon.â
His grin widens, and you want to slap it right off his face. âSo, what? Youâre proposing a deal?â
You roll your eyes. âMaybe. Friends with benefits. No strings attached, no drama, no catching feelings.â
Sunghoon chuckles, but thereâs an edge to it. âFriends? I donât think weâre even close to that.â
âFine,â you snap, annoyed that heâs right. âEnemies with benefits then. Just⊠an arrangement. To get this out of our systems.â
His gaze darkens, and for a second, you think you see something flicker there, something unreadable. But then he leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear. âAnd what makes you think Iâd agree to that?â
You raise your chin, meeting his challenge head-on. âBecause you want this just as much as I do. Maybe more.â
He pauses, his lips curling into a slow, wicked smile. âOkay, Iâll bite,â he says, his voice low. âBut hereâs the deal: we do this my way. No whining, no complaining, and you definitely donât get to pretend you donât want it.â
You scowl, hating how cocky he looks, how certain he is that youâll cave. âFine,â you bite back. âBut donât think for a second that this means I like you.â
He laughs, the sound rich and mocking. âTrust me, Iâd hate it if you did.â
You feel your blood boil at his arrogance, but thereâs a thrill in it too, in the way you both seem to enjoy this game. âDeal,â you snap, holding out your hand.
He takes it, but instead of shaking, he pulls you in closer, his lips just inches from yours. âJust remember,â he murmurs, his eyes locked on yours, âthis doesnât change anything. I still canât stand you.â
You smirk, matching his intensity. âRight back at you.â
And before you know it, his lips are crashing against yours again, and all that frustration and anger blurs into something reckless and wild. For now, youâll play his game, but you know this is far from over.
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Over the next few weeks, the âarrangementâ with Sunghoon becomes a twisted game of secrecy and tension. You find yourself sneaking glances in class, meeting him in darkened hallways between periods, and exchanging heated looks across crowded lunch tables. The two of you are constantly dancing on the edge of discovery, and itâs becoming harder to hide the intensity simmering between you.
It starts small. The accidental brush of fingers when passing by in the hallway, the way his eyes linger a little too long when youâre speaking. But then, it escalates. The stolen moments between classes turn into late-night texts and spontaneous meetings wherever you can find some privacy. Empty classrooms, deserted stairwells, even the back of the libraryâplaces where no one would think to find the two of you together. The more time passes, the harder it gets to keep up the charade.
Youâre starting to notice the way his friends glance between you two, confused by the sudden silences or the shared looks you forget to hide. Jay catches you one morning when youâre walking out of the library with Sunghoon following a few steps behind, your hair slightly mussed, your lips redder than usual.
âWhatâs going on there?â he asks, a teasing grin spreading across his face. âYou and Sunghoon plotting world domination or something?â
You laugh it off, rolling your eyes. âPlease. Heâs too much of an idiot for that.â
But Jay looks unconvinced, his gaze flicking back to where Sunghoon is standing, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, watching you with a smirk thatâs all too knowing. âSure,â Jay says, dragging out the word like heâs not buying it.
At lunch, itâs even worse. Sunghoon sits across from you, his foot nudging yours under the table. Itâs subtle, but itâs enough to send a jolt up your spine. You kick him back, hard, and he just chuckles, leaning back in his chair like heâs thoroughly enjoying the game.
âWhat are you two whispering about?â Yuna asks, narrowing her eyes in suspicion. Youâre both quick to cover it up, but itâs obvious that your friends are starting to catch on.
âNothing,â Sunghoon says smoothly, his voice annoyingly casual. âJust telling Y/N that she looks like she needs more sleep. Those dark circles are really showing.â
Your jaw clenches, but you force a sweet smile, playing along. âOh, donât worry about me. Iâll sleep just fine once I stop seeing your face every day.â
He grins, but thereâs a flicker of something more heated in his eyes, something you recognize all too well. âYeah, right.â
Karina frowns, sensing the tension that seems to hang in the air whenever you two are in the same room. âSeriously, what is up with you guys?â she asks, tilting her head.
You wave it off, laughing a little too loudly. âWeâre just being our usual selves. You know how it isâcanât stand each other.â
But your friends are starting to notice the little things. The way Sunghoonâs gaze always seems to drift in your direction, the way you keep sneaking out of group study sessions with flimsy excuses, only to return looking flustered and breathless. Sunoo even catches you and Sunghoon exchanging hushed words in the corner of the hallway, too close for comfort, and he raises an eyebrow, a mischievous grin forming on his lips.
âAre you two planning a secret mission, or is there something else we should know?â he asks, his tone playful but probing.
Sunghoon just shrugs, but you can feel his eyes on you, daring you to say something. âNo mission,â he replies coolly, âunless itâs trying to survive Y/Nâs terrible attitude.â
You force a laugh, but the heat in your cheeks gives you away. âYeah, well, some of us have better things to do than deal with you, Sunghoon.â
But itâs getting harder to pretend, harder to keep the fire between you from spilling over in front of everyone else. Every time heâs near, it feels like the world narrows down to just the two of you, a constant push and pull thatâs impossible to ignore. The stolen kisses, the midnight texts, the moments of heated bickering that seem to blur into something moreâitâs becoming too much to hide.
And itâs only a matter of time before someone figures it out.
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You grip the sheets of your bed, lip caught between your teeth as sunghoon is under your duvet, tonguing your wet entrance, heat pooling in your belly, felling the intensity of your orgasm creeping up on you.
Itâs all cut short when your door bursts open without warning, and Karina barges in, her voice already raised. âY/N, I swear Iâm going to lose my mindâ!â
You freeze, your heart stopping in your chest. âKarina!â you squeak, quickly yanking the sheets up to your chin. âWhat happened to knocking?â
Karina stops mid-rant, blinking at you. âOh, come on, like I ever knock?â she scoffs, throwing her hands up in frustration. âAnyway, you will not believe what Heeseung just didââ
Sheâs moving closer to the bed, and you panic, shifting slightly to keep Sunghoon hidden beneath the covers. You can feel him tense up, and his hand slips to your thigh under the sheets, pinching you playfully. You bite your lip to stifle a gasp, kneeing him as a warning.
Karina continues her rant, oblivious. âI mean, he had the nerve to ditch me for practice again, and Iâm justâugh, I needed to vent to someone who understands!â
Your mind races, desperately trying to keep her attention away from the suspicious lump between your legs. âThat sounds⊠really frustrating,â you say, a bit too brightly. âBut maybe just, you know, talk to him?â
Karina flops down on the edge of your bed, dangerously close to Sunghoonâs concealed figure. âOh, Iâll talk to him, alright. Iâm just so sick of his stupid excusesââ
Sunghoonâs fingers press into your clit under the sheets. Heâs grinning, enjoying the situation far too much. You jab him again, your heart racing.
Karina glances at you, finally noticing your tense posture. âAre you okay? Youâre acting weird,â she says, her brows furrowing.
You force a laugh, your voice too high. âIâm fine! Just⊠woke up. Didnât expect you to burst in like that.â
She raises an eyebrow. âSince when do you care if I burst in? And why are you so⊠red?â
You feel the heat creeping up your neck. âUh, just⊠hot in here,â you stammer, shifting to keep Sunghoon completely out of sight.
Karina looks like sheâs about to press further, but then she sighs, clearly more focused on her Heeseung drama. âWhatever, I just needed to get that off my chest. He drives me insane!â
You nod quickly. âYeah, I get it. Heâs⊠Heeseung, you know?â Karina gives you a small smile, her frustration easing. âThanks for listening. And seriously, you look so weird right now.â
You laugh nervously. âYeah, just tired.â
Finally, she stands up, heading toward the door. âAlright, Iâll leave you to⊠whatever you were doing. Iâm gonna go call him and give him a piece of my mind.â
You nod eagerly. âGood luck with that!â
As soon as she leaves, you exhale in relief, lifting the cover to eye Sunghoon, whoâs still grinning like an idiot. âWhat?â he whispers, amused.
âWhat?â you repeat, incredulous. âYou almost got us caught, thatâs what!â
He chuckles, pulling you back down under the sheets. âRelax. She didnât notice a thing.â
You roll your eyes, but your heart is still racing from the close call. âYouâre lucky,â you mutter.
Sunghoon just leans in closer, his lips brushing your cheek. âYou love the thrill,â he murmurs.
And damn it, you hate that heâs right.
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It's late, the night air cool against your skin as you lean against the wall outside the school building, waiting for Sunghoon. You don't even know why you agreed to meet him here. Maybe because he seemed so insistent, or maybe because a part of you wanted to see him, even though youâd never admit it.
He arrives moments later, his footsteps heavy as he approaches. Thereâs a different energy about him tonightâsomething serious, something intense. His usual smirk is nowhere to be found, and his hands are shoved deep into his pockets. He stops in front of you, a little too close, and you have to tilt your head up to meet his eyes.
âWhatâs this about?â you ask, trying to sound casual, though your heart is pounding in your chest.
He doesnât answer right away, his gaze boring into yours like heâs searching for something, something he canât quite find. You shift on your feet, uncomfortable under his scrutiny.
âSunghoon?â you prompt, your voice wavering just slightly.
He finally speaks, his tone lower than usual. âIâve been thinking⊠about us,â he says, the words almost hesitant, like heâs testing them out.
You blink, caught off guard. âUs?â
He nods, his expression serious. âYeah, Y/N, us. You and me⊠whatever this is.â
You swallow hard, trying to keep your face neutral. âI thought we agreed itâs nothing,â you reply, but your voice comes out softer than you intended.
Sunghoonâs eyes narrow, frustration flashing in his gaze. âYeah, thatâs what we said,â he agrees, âbut it doesnât feel like nothing to me anymore.â
Your heart skips a beat, and you feel a lump forming in your throat. Youâve never seen him like thisâso open, so exposed. âSunghoon, I donât know what youâre getting at,â you say carefully.
He takes a step closer, his expression more intense. âIâm saying that Iâve caught myself⊠thinking about you. A lot. When youâre not around, Iâm wondering what youâre doing, who youâre with. I hate that it bothers me when I see you talking to other guys, and I canât stand the idea of you being with anyone else.â
You feel a wave of panic rising in your chest. This is too much, too fast. You press your back harder against the wall as if trying to create more distance between you. âSunghoon, this was never supposed to be serious,â you whisper, your voice barely audible.
He exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair. âI know, and I tried to keep it that way. But every time I see you, every time weâre together⊠I canât help it. I donât want to help it.â
You shake your head, refusing to let his words sink in. âYou donât mean that,â you insist, more to yourself than to him. âYouâre just saying this because itâs⊠new or whatever. Itâll pass.â
Sunghoonâs jaw clenches, and he moves even closer, leaving barely any space between you. âNo, Y/N, it wonât. Iâve tried to stop feeling this way, but I canât. And I know you feel something too, even if you wonât admit it.â
Your pulse quickens, and you feel your resolve starting to crumble. âI donâtââ you begin, but he cuts you off.
âStop lying,â he says firmly, his voice carrying a hint of desperation. âYouâre scared, I get it. But donât pretend like this is all just a game to you.â
You feel a flash of anger, your defenses rising. âWhat if it is, Sunghoon? What if I donât want anything more than what we already have?â
His expression falters for a moment, a flicker of hurt crossing his face. âThen I guess Iâve made a mistake,â he murmurs, taking a step back.
You feel a pang in your chest, a sharp, unexpected ache. âSunghoonâŠâ
He shakes his head, cutting you off. âForget it. I shouldnât have said anything.â
For a second, you want to reach out, to say something, anything, to make that look on his face go away. But the fear of letting your guard down, of admitting that he might be right, keeps you silent.
He takes another step back, his expression hardening. âI wonât bother you about it again,â he says, his voice cold. âLetâs just go back to pretending like none of this ever happened.â
You nod, though you feel a tightness in your throat. âYeah, letâs do that,â you say quietly, even though your chest aches with a feeling you donât want to name.
Sunghoon turns and walks away, and youâre left standing there, the cool night air biting at your skin. You watch him go, feeling something inside you break just a little, and you wonder if maybe youâve made a mistake too.
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The next morning at school, everything feels heavier. The halls are crowded, but itâs like thereâs a spotlight following you, and you canât shake the feeling that everyone knows. You make your way to your locker, avoiding eye contact with anyone, especially Sunghoon.
You donât see him at first, but you feel himâhis presence looming in the periphery. Itâs like heâs everywhere, watching you, and it makes your skin prickle with nerves. You busy yourself with rearranging your textbooks, trying to calm the storm inside your head.
âHey, Y/N,â Karina chirps, appearing beside you. Her usual bright smile is there, but her eyes are curious, searching your face. âAre you okay? You seemed a little⊠off yesterday.â
You force a smile, gripping your locker door tighter than necessary. âYeah, just tired, I guess.â
She studies you for a second longer, then nods. âWell, you should have come to dinner with us last night. It was a total mess, as always, but fun.â
You nod absently, not really listening. Your eyes flick over Karinaâs shoulder and catch Sunghoonâs gaze across the hallway. Heâs leaning against the wall, arms crossed, watching you with an unreadable expression.
âY/N?â Karina prompts, bringing your attention back to her. âYouâre zoning out again.â
âSorry,â you mumble. âJust a lot on my mind.â
Karina glances over her shoulder, following your line of sight. Her brow furrows slightly. âYouâve been weird around Sunghoon lately,â she remarks. âDid something happen?â
Your heart skips a beat, and you quickly shake your head. âNo, nothing. Why would you think that?â
She shrugs, unconvinced. âI donât know⊠Just a feeling.â
Youâre saved from having to respond when the bell rings. You grab your books and make a beeline for your next class, trying to ignore the heat of Sunghoonâs stare burning into your back.
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Class drags on painfully. You canât focus. Your mind is a whirlwind of confusion and annoyance. You thought sneaking around with Sunghoon would be fun, a gameâa way to blow off steam. But now itâs getting messy, and youâre starting to feel the consequences.
When the bell finally rings, you bolt out of the classroom, desperate for fresh air. But as soon as you turn the corner, youâre yanked into an empty hallway.
Sunghoon.
His grip on your arm is firm, and his eyes are intense, searching yours. âWe need to talk,â he says, his voice low.
You pull your arm free, glaring at him. âWhatâs there to talk about, Sunghoon? We agreed this was supposed to be casual. No strings, remember?â
He frowns, clearly irritated by your tone. âYeah, but it doesnât feel like that anymore, does it?â
You cross your arms over your chest, trying to steady your breathing. âThatâs because youâre making it weird. Just⊠back off a little, okay?â
Sunghoonâs jaw clenches, and he takes a step closer. âBack off? Youâre the one acting all paranoid, Y/N.â
âMaybe because you wonât stop staring at me like everyone else canât see it!â you snap back, your voice rising. âThis was supposed to be simple. But youâre turning it into something⊠complicated.â
He scoffs, a humorless smile tugging at his lips. âMaybe because it is complicated. Or have you not noticed?â
You hate the way your chest tightens at his words, the way his closeness makes your heart race. âDonât do this, Sunghoon,â you warn, your voice quieter, more vulnerable than youâd like.
He pauses, his gaze softening just for a second. âDo what?â
âMake this more than it is,â you whisper, feeling a knot form in your throat. âBecause I canât⊠I wonât.â
Sunghoonâs expression hardens again, and he leans back, crossing his arms defensively. âFine,â he mutters. âIf thatâs how you want it.â
You swallow, forcing yourself to stay composed. âYeah. It is.â
He nods curtly, stepping away, his face unreadable. âGood. See you around, then,â he says before turning on his heel and walking away, leaving you standing in the empty hallway with your heart in your throat.
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The next few days are torture. Sunghoon keeps his distance, and you tell yourself itâs for the best. But every time you see him, every time you catch his eyes across the cafeteria or in class, thereâs a hollow ache in your chest that you canât ignore.
Your friends notice the tension. They ask questions, but you shrug it off, pretending everythingâs fine. But you canât stop replaying your last conversation with Sunghoon, the way his face looked when you told him to back off. You hate how much you miss him, even if youâd never admit it to anyone, especially not to him.
One afternoon, as youâre walking to your car after school, you spot him leaning against a tree nearby, talking to some girl you donât recognize. Heâs smiling, that same smile that used to be reserved for your private moments. Something sharp twists in your chest, and you quickly look away, anger flaring up.
He catches your glance and, for a moment, his smile falters. But then he leans in closer to the girl, laughing at something she says, and your stomach churns with a mix of jealousy and frustration.
You grip your bag tighter, feeling a sting behind your eyes. This is exactly why you didnât want things to get complicated. You turn away, refusing to look back.
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Sunghoon avoids you. Heâs usually the first one to shoot a teasing remark your way, but heâs silent. The hallways feel strangely empty without his usual jabs, and your friends are starting to notice the shift between you two.
âAre you guys fighting again?â Karina asks, as the two of you walk to lunch. Her tone is half-exasperated, half-amused, but you know sheâs genuinely curious. âYou and Sunghoon, I mean. Thereâs definitely more tension than usual.â
You shrug, trying to seem indifferent, but your stomach twists with anxiety. âWhen arenât we fighting?â you mutter.
She gives you a knowing look, but thankfully doesnât push it further. Youâre not sure how much more of this you can take without your feelings bubbling over. Youâre determined to get through lunch without letting Sunghoon get under your skin, but when you enter the cafeteria, you spot him immediately.
Heâs at your usual table, talking to Heeseung, but his gaze is elsewhere. The second you walk in, his eyes find yours, and thereâs a fleeting moment of something unreadable in his expression. A flash of frustration? Longing? You canât be sure.
You take a deep breath and head over, sliding into your usual seat. Karina sits next to you, and for a moment, everything feels normal. But then Sunghoon starts talking.
âSo,â he says, his tone casual but his eyes locked on you, âHeeseung, heard you and Karina had another spat. What was it this time? You didnât say âI love youâ enough?â
Heeseung rolls his eyes, but Karina just laughs, lightly smacking Heeseungâs arm. âDonât listen to him, babe. Heâs just deflecting from his own issues,â she teases.
Sunghoon smirks, but thereâs no real humor in it. âI donât have issues, Karina. Just people who like to make things complicated,â he says, glancing at you.
You feel your face heat up, irritation boiling over. âOh, please,â you snap back. âLike youâre the picture of simplicity.â
He leans back in his chair, his eyes glinting with challenge. âNever said I was. But at least Iâm honest about it.â
Your chest tightens. âHonest?â you scoff. âYouâve been playing games from the start, Sunghoon.â
He shrugs, feigning indifference. âMaybe I have. But at least I know what I want.â
His words send a jolt of electricity through you, and you clench your jaw, trying to keep your composure. âAnd whatâs that, exactly?â
He leans forward, his voice dropping low so only you can hear. âYou. But you already knew that.â
Your heart skips a beat. For a second, youâre frozen, caught between wanting to slap him and⊠something else. Something youâre not ready to face.
âYouâre such aââ you start, but before you can finish, Sunghoonâs foot nudges yours under the table, and your breath hitches.
Youâre hyper-aware of the table between you, the curious glances from your friends, and the heat creeping up your neck. Sunghoonâs gaze is still on you, challenging, waiting for your response.
You canât help the retort that slips out. âYouâre really enjoying this, arenât you?â
He shrugs with a small grin. âMore than you know.â
Before you can shoot back another insult, heeseung cuts in, oblivious to the tension. âOkay, what is happening between you two? I feel like I missed an entire chapter here.â
Sunghoon doesnât even glance at Heeseung. âNothingâs happening. Right, Y/N?â
âRight,â you reply, forcing a smile, but your voice sounds strained, even to your own ears.
Heeseung and Karina exchange a look, clearly unconvinced. âSure, whatever you say,â Karina murmurs with a smirk. âJust remember, denial isnât just a river in Egypt.â
Sunghoonâs lips twitch in amusement, and he finally looks away, leaning back in his chair as if nothing happened. But under the table, his foot is still lightly brushing against yours, sending sparks up your leg.
You bite the inside of your cheek, determined not to let him see how much heâs getting to you.
But you canât help itâthe sensation, the frustration, and the undeniable attraction between you are all mixing into one chaotic storm.
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The bell rings, signaling the end of lunch, and everyone begins to gather their things. You stand, trying to shake off the tension still lingering between you and Sunghoon, but Karina has other ideas.
âHey, Y/N,â she calls, grabbing your arm just as youâre about to head out. âCan I talk to you for a second?â
You nod, feeling a knot form in your stomach. She leads you to a quieter corner of the hallway, away from the crowd. You can tell by the look on her face that sheâs not letting this go.
Karina crosses her arms, tilting her head slightly. âOkay, seriously,â she starts, her voice low but pointed. âWhat the fuck was that back there?â
You blink, trying to feign ignorance. âWhat was what?â
She rolls her eyes. âDonât play dumb with me. You and Sunghoon⊠there was some serious tension at lunch. It was like watching a live soap opera, and I feel like Iâve missed a few episodes.â
You sigh, glancing around to make sure no one is listening in. âItâs nothing, Karina,â you insist, but even to your own ears, it sounds unconvincing.
Karina raises an eyebrow. âNothing? Really? Because from where I was sitting, it looked like something. A big something.â
You bite your lip, unsure of how much to tell her. âLook, we⊠we just donât get along. You know that.â
âYeah, but this felt different,â she replies, not letting up. âLike, I donât know, it almost seemed like⊠there was something more there.â
Her words hit a little too close to home, and you feel your cheeks heat up. âYouâre imagining things,â you say quickly, but Karinaâs not buying it.
She leans in closer, her expression turning more serious. âY/N, Iâm your best friend. I know when somethingâs up. And that? That was definitely something.â
You hesitate, torn between the urge to confide in her and the fear of admitting the truth. âItâs complicated,â you finally admit, your voice barely a whisper.
Karinaâs eyes widen with intrigue. âComplicated how?â
You swallow hard, looking away. âI donât even know how to explain it. Weâve just⊠been hanging out a little more lately. And things got⊠weird.â
âWeird how?â she presses, clearly not letting this go.
You take a deep breath, trying to find the right words. âWeâve been⊠hooking up,â you confess, your voice almost inaudible.
Karinaâs mouth falls open in shock. âWait, what? You and Sunghoon?â She looks like she doesnât know whether to laugh or gasp. âSince when?â
âA few weeks,â you admit, feeling a strange mix of relief and anxiety now that the secret is out.
Karina blinks, taking a moment to process. âAnd you didnât think to tell me?â
âI didnât think it would last this long,â you say defensively. âI thought it was just going to be a one-time thing, but then⊠it wasnât.â
Karinaâs expression softens slightly. âAnd how do you feel about it? About him?â
You shrug, trying to appear nonchalant. âI donât know. Itâs confusing. Half the time, I canât stand him. The other half⊠well, you saw how lunch went.â
Karina lets out a small laugh. âYeah, I did. Itâs like you two canât decide whether you want to kill each other or⊠not.â
You groan, leaning back against the wall. âThatâs exactly how it feels.â
Karina nudges you with her elbow. âJust be careful, okay? Sunghoonâs not exactly known for being straightforward with his feelings.â
You nod, appreciating her concern. âI know. Trust me, Iâm not expecting anything⊠much. Itâs just⊠whatever it is.â
Karina gives you a knowing smile. âAlright, but just remember, Iâm here if you need to talk. Or, you know, if you need me to kick his ass.â
You laugh, feeling some of the tension ease. âIâll keep that in mind.â
Ëàšà§âïœĄË â
As you walk back to class, you feel a little lighter, but also more uncertain than ever. Because now that Karina knows, it feels more real. And that scares you more than youâd like to admit.
You pause for a moment, letting your thoughts catch up to your racing heart. Sunghoon had admitted it first, hadn't he? In his own cryptic way, heâd confessed he wanted more than just the back-and-forth, more than just the thrill of the chase. You remember the way he looked at you that day, his eyes full of frustration and something else â something softer, something you werenât ready to face.
Heâd said he wanted you. Heâd practically dared you to deny that you wanted him, too. And ever since, youâve been trying to convince yourself that it didn't matter â that it was just some passing thing, some fling to fill the boredom. But it wasn't. It never was.
You sigh deeply, leaning back against the wall of the building. The memory of his words still lingers like a brand on your skin: "I want you." It had sounded so simple when he said it, so sure. Like he wasnât afraid of the mess that came with it.
Youâve been too afraid to admit it to yourself, but now⊠now it feels like youâve been fighting a battle thatâs already lost.
He confessed his feelings first, but youâve been holding back, afraid to let yourself feel the same. Afraid of what it might mean, of how it could change things between you. You thought you could control it, could manage the situation and keep your distance, but all youâve managed to do is dig yourself deeper into this mess.
Youâre tired. Tired of fighting your own heart, tired of pretending youâre unaffected. Tired of feeling like you're caught in this tug-of-war between desire and denial.
*Heâs already put himself out there,* you remind yourself. *He made the first move.* And that thought alone is enough to push you forward, to make you realize that maybe itâs your turn now. Your turn to decide if you want to keep running or if youâre brave enough to let yourself fall.
Pushing off the wall, you feel a wave of determination settle over you. If youâre going to do this, you need to find him and be honest. Not just with him, but with yourself.
Because you donât want to keep this back-and-forth going, this constant dance of pushing and pulling. You want to know where you stand â with him, and with whatever this thing between you is becoming.
You take a deep breath and start walking, knowing exactly where to find him. And this time, youâre not going to let him get away without an answer.
Ëàšà§âïœĄË â
You find Sunghoon by the lockers, leaning against the metal with that typical nonchalant pose he seems to have perfected. His head is tilted down, focused on his phone, but he looks up as you approach, sensing your presence. His eyes flicker with surprise for just a moment before his usual guarded expression returns.
âWhat do you want?â he asks, his voice laced with that familiar arrogance, but thereâs something else there, tooâan undercurrent of curiosity, maybe even hope.
You donât bother with pleasantries. âWe need to talk,â you say, crossing your arms over your chest. You try to sound firm, but even you can hear the slight waver in your voice. Sunghoon raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued.
âOh, so now you want to talk?â he retorts, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. âAfter avoiding me all day?â
You roll your eyes, feeling the tension bubble up again. âI wasnât avoiding you,â you snap, even though you both know itâs a lie. âI just needed⊠time to think.â
He straightens up, slipping his phone into his pocket. âThink about what?â he asks, and his tone is a little softer now, less mocking.
You take a deep breath, feeling the weight of your next words pressing down on you. âAbout this. About us,â you say, your voice steadier now. âIâm tired of all this back and forth, Sunghoon. Iâm tired of pretending like thereâs nothing between us when we both know there is.â
His eyes search yours, and for a moment, his guard slips. âI told you how I felt,â he says quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. âYouâre the one who kept pretending it was just⊠nothing.â
You feel a pang of guilt twist in your stomach. âI know,â you admit, meeting his gaze head-on. âAnd I was wrong. I thought I could just⊠push it away, ignore it. But I canât. Not anymore.â
Sunghoonâs expression softens, just a little. âSo what are you saying?â he asks, his voice careful, as if heâs trying not to hope too much.
You swallow hard, forcing yourself to stay honest. âIâm saying⊠I want to figure this out. I want to try⊠whatever this is between us. But I need you to be real with me, Sunghoon. No more games.â
He takes a step closer, closing the distance between you, and you can feel your heart pounding in your chest. âIâve been real,â he says, his voice low and intense. âIâve been real since that night at Karinaâs party, and Iâve been waiting for you to catch up.â
Youâre taken aback by the sincerity in his words, by the way his eyes seem to bore into yours like heâs trying to see into your very soul. âIâm here now,â you reply, your voice barely a whisper.
Sunghoon takes another step closer, and now heâs right in front of you, his breath warm on your skin. âSo what do you want?â he murmurs, his hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair from your face. âDo you want me, or are you still trying to convince yourself you donât?â
Your breath catches in your throat, and for a moment, youâre not sure what to say. But then you realize youâve known the answer all along. âI want you,â you admit, your voice steady, finally letting the truth slip past your lips. âBut I donât want to keep pretending like itâs nothing. I want to try⊠something real. But I donât want it to be this constant push and pull, Sunghoon. I canât keep doing that.â
Sunghoonâs lips curl into a small, almost relieved smile. âThen letâs stop playing games,â he says softly, leaning in closer. âLetâs see where this goes, no more pretending. Just you and me.â
You feel a strange sense of relief wash over you at his words, a weight lifting from your chest. âOkay,â you whisper, and it feels like the most honest thing youâve said in a long time.
His smile widens just a fraction, and he closes the final distance between you, his lips brushing against yours in a way that feels both familiar and new. Itâs not the frantic, heated kisses youâve shared beforeâitâs slower, deeper, filled with a promise of something more.
And for the first time, you feel like youâre finally on the same page. Finally moving in the same direction.
Ëàšà§âïœĄË â
Over the next few weeks, things between you and Sunghoon change in ways you never could have anticipated. At first, itâs subtle â small shifts that only the two of you notice. You spend more time together between classes, sitting closer at lunch, and texting late into the night. The playful bickering is still there, but itâs softened somehow, more like an inside joke than a battle.
Your friends donât notice at first. Theyâre used to seeing you and Sunghoon together, arguing about this or that, so the extra time you spend with him doesn't raise any immediate red flags. But eventually, the signs become too obvious to ignore.
One day at lunch, youâre sitting next to Sunghoon, your legs brushing under the table. His hand casually rests on the back of your chair, his thumb occasionally grazing your shoulder. Jay, seated across from you, narrows his eyes, a slow smile spreading across his face. âOkay, whatâs going on?â he asks, his tone teasing but his eyes curious.
You glance over at Sunghoon, who just smirks. âWhat do you mean?â you reply, trying to sound nonchalant, but you can feel the flush creeping up your neck.
Jay gestures between the two of you. âThis,â he says, waving his hand. âYou two. Youâre being weird. Weird even for you two.â
Karina, whoâs been listening in, gasps. âOh my god,â she says, her eyes widening with realization. âAre you guys⊠together?â
The table goes silent for a second, everyone turning to look at you. Sunooâs eyebrows shoot up, and Jake leans forward, looking like heâs trying to solve a particularly complicated math problem.
Sunghoon leans back, crossing his arms over his chest with a grin. âDepends,â he says casually. âWhat do you think?â
You elbow him in the side, rolling your eyes at his vague answer. âYes,â you say, looking at your friends. âWeâre⊠together. Kind of.â
âKind of?â Sunghoon echoes, feigning offense, and you shoot him a playful glare.
âYes, kind of!â you insist, turning back to your friends, who are now staring at you like youâve just revealed youâre secretly an alien. âItâs⊠new.â
Heeseung chuckles. âI mean, Iâm not totally surprised,â he says, leaning back in his chair. âYou two have been like a powder keg waiting to explode for years.â
Yuna nods eagerly. âHonestly, it was about time,â she adds, and you canât help but laugh at her bluntness.
Jungwon, however, looks mildly concerned. âSo, youâre serious?â he asks, glancing between you and Sunghoon. âLike, actually serious?â
Sunghoon looks at you, his smile softening just a bit, and he nods. âYeah,â he says, and thereâs a sincerity in his voice that makes your heart skip a beat. âWeâre serious.â
Your friends take a moment to process this. Then Jake grins. âAlright,â he says, raising his glass of soda. âTo Y/N and Sunghoon. The enemies-to-lovers arc we didnât know we needed.â
You laugh, and everyone joins in, raising their glasses. Itâs strange, in a way, seeing everyone so quickly accept what feels like a massive shift in your life. But it also feels⊠right.
Ëàšà§âïœĄË â
Over the next few days, things become more obvious. You and Sunghoon are no longer trying to hide. He reaches for your hand in the hallways, and you let him. He kisses you on the cheek in front of the others, and they pretend to gag but smile knowingly when they think youâre not looking.
You catch Karinaâs eye one afternoon, and she gives you a grin thatâs part smug, part excited. She leans over, whispering, âSo⊠you finally admitted you like him, huh?â
You smile, shrugging a bit. âGuess so,â you say, and she laughs, nudging you with her elbow.
The hardest part, strangely enough, is getting used to the change yourself. Itâs still weird to not have to hide how you feel, to be able to smile at Sunghoon without wondering if anyone is watching. But with each passing day, it gets a little easier.
And itâs not like everything is perfect. You and Sunghoon still argue â of course, you do. Thatâs just how you are. But thereâs something different now, something that feels less like anger and more like⊠passion. Like youâre both on the same side, even when youâre bickering.
There are moments when you catch him looking at you from across the room, a small smile on his lips, and you feel a warmth spread through your chest. And in those moments, you know â this is real. This is right.
Your friends have stopped asking questions. Theyâve accepted that this is your new normal, and honestly, so have you. The only thing left to do is see where it takes you.
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ot7 / multi
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Maybe in another universe !?
enhypen members texts after you pass away
warnings : angst left and right, depression, sadness, mentions of death, cursing
© @leaderwon 2024. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
(my other angst work, pls give it some love. Link)
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yang jungwon â love me.
P. fem!reader x bf!jungwon (17+) | W. unprotected sex, jungwon is needy & whiny, kissing, cursing, biting, creampie, mentions of a handjob, breast play, marking, dacryphilia, biting, cockwarming, getting fucked into subspace, pussy slapping, petnames, desperate jungwon & other things i forgot | WC. 3.3k | A,N. wrote this while listening to lights on by normani so i felt n a s t y, anyways this was a request! thank u for requesting <3
in which.. jungwon gets a boner mid cuddling session.
hot.
that's the only word running in jungwon's head. well along with needy.
hot. he felt so fucking hot. and so ridiculously needy.
he felt every nerve ending in his body blazing with heat that's almost borderline painful. fingers twitching to grasp or hold onto something that will ground him before he lost his sanity. his breathing gradually becoming more irregular. the seconds he was counting in his head to get his breathing under control slowly became unusually prolonged before being forgotten completely.
all the blood that should've been pumping in his head to keep his logical side working rushed down his entire body to accumulate in his pulsing cock. he was so fucking hard right now.
and it made him feel so guilty. there was absolutely no reason for him to feel like a dog in heat when literally nothing has happened. the urge to just fuck something almost making him spiral when you're just laying besides him, curled on yourself with your back against jungwon, you're just there.
sure it could've been the way he's been pressing his hips against the curve of your ass, or it could've been the way you were too sleepy and tired to push his cold, veiny hand away when it sneaked under your sweater to cup your breastâ fuck. he basically brought this onto himself.
but how could he not practically glue himself against you? you felt so warm. so nice. so cuddly. he loved you so much. needed you so close to him at all times possible. if he could he would genuinely bury himself inside of you. the attempts of him pushing himself down your sweater and poking his head out of your neckline just to kiss you for hours to remain close were nothing.
his arms wrapped around your waist to hold you as close as possible weren't doing it for him. nor was the way his nose was nuzzled into the back of your neckâ nothing at the moment could satisfy him.
and he wanted more. needed more. craved so so much more so fucking badly. he felt like if he wasn't inside of you in the next five seconds he might as well explode.
but at the same time how could he? not when you complained about how tiring your day was. not when you already felt fatigued enough to basically melt in his arms when he suggested a cuddling session, fuck and he was the one to suggest it, what was he thinking?
none of that mattered anymore. not when you were on the brink of drifting onto a deep sleep. teetering on the edge of remaining conscious completely. soft, almost unnoticeable whimpers leaving your mouth when you felt so comfortable. so satisfied and comforted in the arms of your lover, clad in his hoodie after a stressful day.
completely unaware of the dilemma jungwon was going through right behind you, unaware of the fact that he was a mere few seconds away from ripping his hair out of his scalp.
well that was until you heard him whimper.
fuck if only he remained stoic. maybe he wouldn't have nudged his raging boner against your ass. the simple friction making the noise leave his throat before he could even process it or try to swallow it down. and you for sure heard him.
he could just play it off, breathing in deeply and ignoring the way his arms unconsciously tightened around you, he tried to speakâ âwon, are you okay?â shit.
âyeah! i'm fine justâ a cramp. yeah i just got a cramp in my leg.â chuckling next to your ear he 'played it offâ, trying to not catch your attention further with the way he moved his hips further away from yours. pushing his lower half away from your body in hopes of saving himself from the embarrassment and humiliation of getting hard from cuddling.
âare you sure, baby?â you questioned, clearly not buying his lame excuse. i mean come on, you knew him better than anyone there was no way a simple cramp in the leg would make yang jungwon, your unreasonably strong boyfriend whimper. not when he's suffered through an entire sore body after a long fucking session with you that lasted an entire night (and morning) and didn't even complain one bit.
a cramp in the leg? had him whimpering like a whiny boy behind you?
âyeah, doll. don't worry about itâ fuck!â him blabbering on to defend himself somehow backfired instantly as you suddenly pushed your ass against him, his clothed cock coming in contact with the curve of your ass once again making him almost see stars. he cursed under his breath even more when you wiggled your hips against his. making his hardened length twitch uncontrollably in his boxers.
âyou're a terrible liar.â you reached behind you, cold fingers sneaking under his shirt this time, tracing the back of your fingers against his chiseled abs. the action making him gasp in sensitivity. closing his eyes, jungwon's arms went limp around you. after neglecting his own needs for hours now he felt like his body was betraying him from the smallest sensual touch from you.
your hand then moved downwards, toying with the hem of his sweatpants, then they went lower. to palm his dick through the two thick articles of clothing. the sensation making your boyfriend behind you gulp. his eyes closing unknowingly as his hips jerked forward into your touch. âtouch me, doll. please.â he breathed shakily into your ear before biting the shell of it needily.
you then pushed your hand below his sweatpants, hand squeezing around his throbbing cock to relief him quickly, you could feel the dampening spot of his precum right under your palm while jungwon nuzzled his face closer into the back of your neck. eyes closed and breathing heavy as he felt his body becoming lit ablaze with heat.
âright here, princess.â he moved his shaking hand towards your own, bringing yours inside of his boxers to finally feel your cold fingers around his raging dick. pulsing warm precum that webbed between your fingers while you squeezed and stroked him. âlike this baby?â turning your head towards him to whisper the words which had him groaning your name against your skin.
it was so fun to see him so needy like this. so desperate and so turned on. you could tell there was not a singular coherent thought in his mind other than his hard cock and how wet your pretty pussy must be by now. the urge to fuck you against the mattress of your bed building up inside him further. he needed you so bad.
and though you were teasing him by brushing your fingers against his sensitive tip harshly, or with the way your hands suddenly tightened around his length before loosening, you were no different from him. but you pushed the feeling of the pooling wetness in your sticky panties to the back of your head. ignoring your need for the time being just to rile up your cute boyfriend further.
jungwon who usually was in control, so collected and loving in heated moments was whimpering behind you as you palmed his weeping cock. you weren't going to let go of this opportunity so quickly.
âfeels good, baby?â you whispered, pressing your ass further against the base of his cock while your hand stroked his tip. the sensation of your movements had jungwon's eyes rolling to the back of his head. nodding along dumbly to your words as his hips jerked more into your hand.
he felt the way his climax was building up in his abdomen, the feeling making his eyebrows furrow in complete pleasure before he tried to desperately push your hand away with his own weak one. not wanting to cum if it wasn't deep inside of you.
âfuckâ doll, i'm close. so close. i need to be inside of you right now.â he breathed heavily, his rough voice in making the barrier of your thoughts and need disappear almost instantly. the heat in your core and throbbing of your clit suddenly seemed so overwhelming. you wanted and needed him just as badly as he did you.
with a simple and quick nod from you, jungwon's hands quickly removed both of your clothes, pushing his sweatpants along with his boxers down his legs before discarding them carelessly onto the floor then deciding to move towards your own sleeping shorts, hooking his finger under the hem after lifting himself up to litter kisses down your neck.
once he dragged your shorts and panties down, his arms moved towards your hoodie (that was his), thankful that he decided to stay shirtless today. lifting his hoodie from your body to continue his descent of kisses down your shoulders and stomach.
on usual days, jungwon would take his time to scissor you open with his fingers deep inside of your cunt and his lips wrapped around your clit for hours. but todayâhe couldn't do that. not when he felt his cock twitching against his abs and the leak of precum reaching his thighs.
he needed to be buried so deep inside of you this instant.
quickly laying down behind you, his arm sneaked under you to toy with your hardened nipple while the other gently lifted your leg open, pushing his hips against yours to finally allow his rock hard cock to push against your wet folds. the feeling of his tip poking against your sopping entrance had the two of your groaning in complete euphoria.
âyeah, baby? feels good?â and there he was. your teasing boyfriend who would go to extreme, unfathomable lengths just to see you begging for his touch, in tears because of his pleasure and your mind reeling because of his actions.
and who were you to deny him of any of this? not when he has you wrapped around his finger, not when he has your body twitching in sensitivity and need right under him.
âso good. so so good. please, baby. i need you so bad.â you begged him just how he likes it. voice desperate and shaky the way you knew had him losing his mind. and he fell right under your spell when he kept thrusting his hips to allow his cock to brush against your wetness.
letting the squelching sounds of your arousals combine with your needy moans. whimpers and whispers of his name fell past your lips, your hand wrapping around his own that cupped your breast, his index finger brushing against your nipple every now and then just to make you twitch in his embrace.
you were growing so desperate under his continuous teasing. his torture that made you crave him more, and right when he began to bite along your shoulder harshly you broke. tears aligning your waterline while shaky begs and mewls escaped your throat.
not able to take it anymore. you needed him so bad. your hunger for him to be so near, so close and so deep in you in every way possible increased by the second. yearning for him to be as snug and connected to you as humanly possible.
and jungwon's resolve finally dissipated, he kissed your jaw one long, tender kiss before he angled his hips against yours, letting your walls welcome him as he pushed his cock slowly inside of you.
and gosh he was so big. no matter how many times he had fucked you, his dick always had you in awe of just how perfectly thick and long it was. his raw length stretching you out so nicely. the burn between your walls felt so delicious to you as you mewled his name loudly.
his breathes altered between needy gasps and shaky groans of your name. your tightness always making him feel on edge, if he could fill you up right now he totally would. but he couldn't ruin your experience like this. not when he was so used to making you cum atleast once before even thinking of emptying his load inside of you.
jungwon knew that you were unbelievably close already. with the way your walls were practically sucking him in so tightly. the way your chest heaved in breaths heavily, his finger tips brushing against your chest and ribs whenever you inhaled in too deeply just to control yourself. yet none of it was working. not when your boyfriend began to thrust himself in so slowly and deeply. allowing you to feel every single vein aligning his cock.
being the tease he is, he decided to push you even further towards the edge. his hand that fondled with your tit now moved down, brushing against your stomach and hip sensually before it settled between your legs, jungwon then suddenly picked up the pace. pressing his palm against your lower stomach to feel the bulge of his cock so deep inside of you.
the feeling of him so close, so deeply connected to you had both of your minds reeling. slowly losing touch with reality as the only thing your brain processed was how close jungwon was to you. both emotionally and physically. he nudged your head with his own, making you turn your face towards him and letting him press his lips against yours.
the two of you now breathing each other's air. so intimately close. drowning in the other's presence and pleasure. sinking further into the euphoria that only the two of you could provide one another. âright thereâ oh my god.â you whispered against his lips when his middle and ring finger lowered to rub against your pulsing clit.
âfuckâ jungwon..â you whimpered his name so sweetly, grinding your hips against his when he began to roll his length inside of you so deliciously, barely pulling two inches out before pressing himself deep into your welcoming cunt again. allowing the head of his cock to kiss your cervix with every thrust. "so good, doll. doing so good for me." his lips brushed against yours with every word.
skin on skin, sweat rolling down between both of your bodies as you connected and pleasured each other so sensually. your bodies becoming one, moving in sync with the purpose of chasing your high desperately. jungwon's tongue brushed against your cheek, licking up the tears you didn't even notice rolled down your eyes as your head was getting foggy with the mind numbing sensation of the tightening coil in your abdomen.
right on the brink of your orgasm with the way jungwon began to slowly pick up the pace, his fingers restless as they abused your clit. pushing you further and further on edge just so you can fall and he can capture you.
âi'm s-so close.â you sobbed against his mouth, eyes closing as the ecstasy just kept on building up and up and up. jungwon nodded to encourage you to cum, to finally unravel in his arms so he can please you more.
âyeah, baby? gonna cum for me?â breathing out heavily, his lips littering wet kisses around your jaw, he mindlessly kissed and sucked along your skin. leaving marks he couldn't even put a name on as he slowly ascended into complete intoxication on you.
minds disoriented, bodies on fire as your hearts beat in sync to chase relief. âgonna cream around my cock like a good girl, doll?âhe smiled against your skin, moving his lips towards yours to quieten your sobs as you began to teeter on the edge, completely helpless as jungwon's fingers remained circling your clit, hips still pistoning against yours as the soaking wet sounds of your arousal echoed in the room.
a mix of your wetness combined with his settled in your inner thighs, making the noises sound all the more nasty as his balls smacked loudly against your entrance with every thrust. the pressure building up in your abdomen increasing intensely. in a pace you couldn't even process it but jungwon noticed of course, with the incessant tightening of your walls he quickly kissed you. shushing your sobs as he pressed himself so deep into you.
âgo ahead, angel. make a mess for me.â those were the last words you heard before your ears began to ring. your body jerking and shaking between jungwon's arms as he fucked you through your orgasm, his hand that was rubbing against your clit switched to landing slaps against your wet pussy. the sensations of his tip pressed against cervix, the slaps sending jolts of electricity throughout your body while he continued to bite on your lower lip were so fucking overwhelming.
he was everywhere. you felt him everywhere, taking over your body, your soul, your mind and senses all at the same time. driving you into absolute insanity as he tightened his hold on you when you tried to push him away, slowly beginning to feel the dizzying pleasure of being intoxicated. completely high on elation and pleasure.
âj-jungwonâ p-please stop-âyou stuttered against him, eyes rolling into the back of your head when jungwon only kept increasing his pace, seemingly chasing his own high now. desperation evident in all of his movements as he started to act and move on pure instinct. dazed and completely out of it as he wanted nothing more than the tight coil in his abdomen to snap. his climax to finally wash over him and for him to fill you up with his seed entirely.
âi can'tâ fuck. i need to fill you up so badly, doll. i need you.â he whimpered against your neck, thrusts turning sloppy and uncoordinated as his cock twitched uncontrollably in your wet walls that milked and sucked him for all his worth. your fingers tightened around the sheets as you felt intense waves of pleasure cascade down your body, unable to differentiate in whether you're cumming again or you're being overstimulated. everything felt so good. everything felt too good. too overwhelming.
broken sobs and choked whispers of his name were all what your throat could produce right now. being fucked into a subspace that made you felt like you were floating and drifting through cloud nine. you felt so unbelievably good with the way jungwon kept his tip pressed so harshly against your bruised cervix, goosebumps aligning your skin as you finally felt jungwon reach the edge of his pleasure before diving in.
a broken chain of fuckfuckfuck made its way past the echoing sound of your heartbeat in your ear. you could process the way he filled you up so well. painting your walls white with his warm load, keeping himself pressed so close to you as his shaky hands tried to keep your twitching leg open, both of you reaching such an unbelievable level of delirium that left your heads aching in pleasure.
jungwon's swollen lips returned to pressing against your shoulder, his hand gently and carefully lowering your leg before wrapping around your waist. he looked over at you, taking in the heavenly sight of your fucked out expression. a sheen layer of sweat making you glow so brightly in his eyes.
his body was so fatigued after reaching the peak of his euphoria, the pleasure and satisfaction running through both of your veins as you laid in each other's embrace to catch your breaths. your eyes remained closed, still feeling the throbbing of his cock inside of you that made you moan his name out breathlessly.
âyou alright, doll?â he chuckled softly, hand lifting up to tenderly caress your cheek, cooing when you moved your face closer to his touch, âmhmâ you quietly hummed in reassurance, the waves of slumber descending down onto your quickly as you held him close to you.
your boyfriend quickly shifted your positions, turning you around gently after pulling out, he smiled endearingly when you whined at the loss of his length in you, quickly peppering you with kisses as he pushed your face into the crook of his neck just how he knew you liked it. he swiftly pushed himself back inside of you, holding you close when you murmured in satisfaction and content again, eyes shut tightly as you began to slowly drift off to a deep sleep.
âsleep well, doll.â with one final kiss to your head, you both fell into a much needed sleep.
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Soulmarked Rivalry - Y.J
P: Slytherin!Jungwon X Fem!Reader
Requested by @bamguetismee <3 (i hope i got ur vision :3)
Warnings: Teasing, Forced Proximity, Soulmarks/Soulmates, Hurt/Comfort, Tension, Rivalry, Fluff, Confessions, Jealousy, Soobin Cameo (love triangle??), Peeves being a menace.
Synopsis: As a model student and prefect, your future at Hogwarts seems setâbut Yang Jungwon, a Slytherin prefect, likes getting under your skin. To make things more complicated, he's your soulmate. Should you embrace fate or resist?
a/n: HELLO?? 500 FOLLOWERS?? WAHH!! THANK YOU GUYSS! <3
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You had always worked hard as a student. Thatâs what the teachers at Hogwarts liked seeingâhardworking students with the ability to excel both in a team and on their own. And you fit perfectly. You were a model student with good marks, excellent control over your magic, and a natural ability to care for others, whether they were in your house or not. It wasnât a surprise when you were named a prefect in your fifth year.
You carried that badge with pride. You loved being a prefectâpatrolling the corridors, helping younger students, and upholding the rules that kept Hogwarts running. You loved Hogwarts, period.
Well, all except for one thing.
Yang Jungwon.
The Slytherin prefect who, despite his innocent face and disarmingly sweet smile, seemed to make it his lifeâs mission to drive you completely insane.
It wasnât the usual kind of rivalry either. Sure, Slytherins clashed with other houses from time to time, but this wasnât just about house pride. No, this was personal. It was in the way he smirked whenever he caught you on patrol, somehow managing to be just a little too late to help out when you were swamped with first-years who couldnât find their common room. It was in the way heâd charm his way out of detentions, even when heâd been the one sneaking enchanted fireworks into the Great Hall during breakfast.
Worst of all, it was in the way he made you feel like you were the one always losing control, like you were the one who couldnât keep your composure when he was around.
âYou missed a spot,â he drawled one evening, leaning against the corridor wall as you adjusted the Ravenclaw notice board. His voice was light, teasing, like he had nothing better to do than stand there and watch you work. âTop corner. Might want to straighten it out before McGonagall sees it.â
You shot him a glare over your shoulder. âDonât you have patrols to be on?â
He shrugged, the emerald trim of his robes catching the light. âI could say the same to you, Miss Perfect.â
Your jaw tightened. That nickname.
You turned back to the board, determined to ignore him, even as you felt the heat rising to your cheeks.
But of course, Jungwon didnât leave. He never did.
Yang Jungwon had a way of getting under your skin like no one else could. He was frustratingly clever, sharp-tongued in a way that wasnât outright cruel but always cut just enough to make you grit your teeth. It wasnât what youâd expected from a Slytherin prefect. No, on paper, Jungwon was everything you were: a model student with stellar marks, impeccable spellwork, and a spotless disciplinary record.
And thatâs what made him so infuriating.
Because no matter how much he teased, no matter how many snarky remarks he threw your way, Jungwon had an uncanny ability to slip through the cracks of authority unscathed. He always masked his mischief with that disarming smile, that soft-spoken charm that even the professors fell for.
âHonestly, Professor Flitwick,â heâd say with wide, innocent eyes after youâd caught him charming the suits of armor to sing off-key Christmas carols in the corridors, âI was just practicing for the Yule Ball choir audition. I had no idea theyâd move on their own!â
And Flitwick, much to your disbelief, had waved it off as âcreative magic.â Creative magic!
But when it came to you, he didnât even bother to pretend.
Take the time heâd enchanted a batch of parchment birds to follow you around the library, each one whispering âMiss Perfectâ in soft, sing-song voices. Youâd stormed over to him in the Potions section, where he sat with his feet casually propped up on the table, looking as if he didnât have a care in the world.
âSeriously, Jungwon?â you hissed, holding up one of the parchment birds, which was now fluttering around your head like an annoyingly persistent fly.
Heâd looked up from his book with that infuriatingly serene smile. âOh? Are they bothering you? I mustâve used the wrong spell. They were supposed to cheer you up.â
âTheyâre driving me insane,â you snapped.
âWell, thatâs not very cheerful of them,â he mused, flicking his wand with a practiced ease that made the birds disappear. Then, without missing a beat, he leaned forward, resting his chin in his hand. âBut Iâll admit, itâs kind of cute how flustered you get when youâre mad.â
Your face burned at that, and youâd stomped away, leaving him chuckling softly behind you.
And yet, despite his constant antics, you couldnât really catch him doing anything blatantly wrong. That was his specialty. His mischief always danced just on the edge of troubleânever enough to get him punished, but always enough to make you want to hex that smirk off his face.
Like during joint prefect meetings. While you were diligently taking notes on the patrol schedules, heâd lean just a little too close, peering over your parchment.
âWow, your handwriting is so neat,â heâd whisper, just loud enough to catch your attention. âDid you learn calligraphy in secret? Or is this just natural talent?â
âJungwon, do you mind?â youâd mutter, trying to shift your parchment out of his view.
âNot at all,â heâd reply, his tone maddeningly light. âIn fact, I think Iâll start sitting next to you every meeting. Youâre so good at organizing thingsâitâs inspiring.â
Youâd glare at him, but heâd only give you a saccharine smile before turning his attention back to the meeting, his quill poised as if heâd been paying rapt attention the entire time.
It was moments like these that made you want to scream. How could someone so irritating also be so annoyingly good at everything? How could he act like he had all the time in the world to bother you and still keep up his reputation as one of the best students in the school?
But perhaps the most frustrating part wasnât the teasing itself. It was the way he always seemed to know just how to get under your skin, just how to push you to the edge of losing your cool. And no matter how hard you tried to ignore him, Jungwon always found a way to make sure you noticed him.
So why, out of all the people in the world, did he have to be your soulmate?
When you first got your soulmark, a delicate little outline of a cat, youâd been ecstatic. A cat felt dignified, gracefulâeverything you imagined your soulmate would be. Youâd hoped for someone respectable, someone who would balance your ambitious nature and match your unwavering dedication. Someone⊠well, not Jungwon.
But no. Of course, your soulmate had to be the one person who spent more time ruffling your feathers than anyone else.
You discovered the truth entirely by accident, during an otherwise routine Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson in your sixth year. The professor had asked everyone to practice conjuring a patronus, and when Jungwon stepped forward to demonstrate, a sleek, silver cat had leapt from the tip of his wand.
Your stomach had dropped. Your quill slipped from your fingers.
It didnât take much to put two and two together. How else could you explain the way your heart raced every time he got too close to you? Or the way your pulse quickened whenever his teasing voice whispered in your ear? Youâd always chalked it up to frustration, but now you werenât so sure.
You hadnât realized you were staring until Jungwon caught your eye, that damn smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. âWhat?â heâd asked, his voice low enough for only you to hear. âImpressed?â
Youâd quickly snapped your head down, pretending to write something in your notebook. âHardly,â you muttered, but your shaky grip on your quill betrayed you.
After that, you went out of your way to keep your distance from him whenever patronuses came up in class. Youâd never cast yours in front of him, and you planned to keep it that way. The last thing you wanted was for him to connect the dotsâyour dots.
Because if Jungwon found out? If he knew that every teasing remark, every sly grin, every infuriatingly perfect move he made was destined to tug at the invisible string that tied your souls together? You were certain youâd never hear the end of it.
You could already imagine the smug grin on his face.
âOh, Miss Perfect,â heâd drawl. âI always knew you had a soft spot for me.â
No. That would not happen. As far as you were concerned, he could live his life blissfully unaware. And youâd do the same, no matter how much it gnawed at you to keep the secret.
At least this way, you could hold onto the tiny shred of dignity you had left. Even if that dignity felt a little more fragile every time he leaned in close, his voice a low hum in your ear, and your heart betrayed you all over again.
For months, you buried the truth deep down, pretending like the invisible string between you and Jungwon didnât exist. You carried on with your duties as a prefect, kept your head high, and worked tirelessly to ignore the way your heart betrayed you whenever he was near.
But it was getting harder.
He was everywhere. Patrols, prefect meetings, the library, even the hallwaysâyou couldnât escape him. It was like fate itself was conspiring to push you together. And the worst part? He wasnât making it any easier with his constant teasing.
Like the time he caught you nodding off during a late-night patrol. It had been a long day, and you were leaning against a cold stone wall in the fourth-floor corridor, struggling to keep your eyes open.
âFalling asleep on the job, Miss Perfect?â His voice came out of nowhere, soft and playful, making you jolt upright.
You glared at him, cheeks burning. âI wasnât sleeping.â
âSure you werenât.â He stepped closer, his emerald tie slightly askew, his expression amused. âIf you need a break, I could always cover for you. I mean, I am the more capable prefect.â
You scoffed. âCapable? Says the one who nearly let Peeves set off an entire box of Dungbombs in the Great Hall last week.â
He raised his hands in mock surrender, a grin tugging at his lips. âTouchĂ©. But in my defense, Peeves likes me better than you.â
âBecause you encourage him,â you shot back, crossing your arms.
Jungwon just chuckled, leaning against the wall beside you. His shoulder brushed yours, and you tensed at the sudden proximity. It was a casual touch, nothing out of the ordinary, but it sent your heart racing all the same.
âRelax,â he murmured, his tone softer now. âYou work too hard, you know.â
And there it was againâthe part of him that left you confused. The Jungwon who teased you relentlessly, but then turned around and said things like that, catching you completely off guard.
You didnât respond, afraid your voice might crack. Instead, you stepped away, mumbling something about needing to finish your patrol. But as you walked off, you swore you could feel his gaze lingering on you, like he knew something you didnât.
You descended the staircase as quickly as you could without breaking into a run, your heart pounding harder with every step. It wasnât just from the way his gaze lingered or the softness in his voiceâit was the growing fear that maybe he did know something you didnât.
You tried to push the thought away, shaking your head as you patrolled the quiet corridors. The castle was calm tonight, the flickering torches casting long shadows on the walls. It was peaceful, the perfect atmosphere to collect your thoughts and shove down the gnawing feelings Jungwon always seemed to drag to the surface.
But of course, peace didnât last long when it came to him.
âHey, wait up!â His voice echoed down the corridor, and you inwardly groaned.
You stopped, turning slowly as Jungwon jogged to catch up with you, his prefect badge glinting in the dim light. His hair was slightly messy from the wind on the Astronomy Tower, but he didnât seem to care. In fact, he looked downright smug, like chasing you down had been his plan all along.
âWhat do you want, Jungwon?â you asked, crossing your arms in an attempt to seem unaffected.
He came to a stop in front of you, hands in his pockets as he tilted his head. âWhatâs with the rush? Weâre on the same patrol route, you know.â
âI prefer working alone,â you replied curtly, turning to walk away again.
But he sidestepped, blocking your path with an infuriatingly easy grin. âThatâs no way to treat your partner, Miss Perfect. Weâre supposed to be a team.â
âTeam?â you scoffed, narrowing your eyes. âLast time we worked as a âteam,â you disappeared halfway through and left me to deal with Peeves in the trophy room.â
He laughed, the sound low and warm, and it sent an unwelcome shiver down your spine. âThatâs because youâre better at dealing with him. He listens to you.â
âNo, he doesnât,â you snapped, pushing past him. âHe threw a whole stack of awards at my head.â
âWell, youâre still alive,â Jungwon called after you, his teasing tone making your blood boil. âSo Iâd say you handled it pretty well.â
You didnât dignify him with a response, instead quickening your pace down the corridor. But Jungwon, being Jungwon, didnât take the hint. He fell into step beside you, his hands still casually tucked into his robe pockets as if this was all some leisurely stroll.
âWhy do you always run away?â he asked suddenly, his voice quieter now.
You froze mid-step, your breath catching in your throat. Slowly, you turned to face him, finding his dark eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made your heart skip.
âWhat are you talking about?â you asked, your voice sharper than you intended.
âYou know what Iâm talking about.â He stepped closer, and you hated the way your body instinctively leaned back against the wall as if you needed the extra support. âEvery time I get too closeâevery time we talk like thisâyou find an excuse to leave.â
âThatâs because youâre annoying,â you said quickly, but even to your own ears, it sounded weak.
His lips quirked into a small, almost triumphant smile. âAm I? Or is it something else?â
Your throat felt dry, and you didnât trust yourself to speak. He was too close now, close enough that you could see the faint freckles dusted across his nose, close enough to catch the light scent of parchment and peppermint on him.
âWhy do you care?â you finally managed, forcing yourself to meet his gaze.
For a moment, he didnât respond, his eyes searching yours as if trying to unearth a secret you didnât want to give away. Then, he took a step back, his expression shifting to something softer, something almost vulnerable.
âBecause I think thereâs something youâre not telling me,â he said quietly.
You opened your mouth, but no words came. Because he was right, and you hated it. You hated that he could read you so easily, hated the way he seemed to see through every wall you put up around yourself.
But most of all, you hated that part of you didnât want to keep running anymore.
âGoodnight, Jungwon,â you said finally, your voice steadier than you felt. Then, before he could say anything else, you turned on your heel and walked away, this time determined not to look back.
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It started as a simple enough task: cleaning up the mess left behind by a pair of second-year Ravenclaws who had apparently thought it would be a brilliant idea to practice Summoning Charms in the Trophy Room. Broken glass, scattered awards, and stray parchments were strewn everywhere, and the professor who caught them had, of course, decided that this was a job for the prefects.
âCharacter-building,â Professor McGonagall had said. âItâll teach you both responsibility.â
Both? At the time, you hadnât asked who the âbothâ referred to, foolishly assuming youâd be able to handle it alone. After all, you preferred it that way. The less you had to deal with anyoneâespecially himâthe better.
You arrived at the Trophy Room late in the evening, wand in hand, ready to sort out the chaos quickly and efficiently. The room was silent except for the faint rustle of the enchanted banners overhead. For a moment, you allowed yourself to relax. No distractions, no interruptions. Just you and the task at hand.
Or so you thought.
âYou know,â came a familiar voice from behind you, smooth and laced with amusement, âyouâd think theyâd give us a thank-you note for cleaning up after them.â
You froze, your wand nearly slipping from your fingers. Turning slowly, you found Jungwon leaning casually against the doorframe, his prefect badge glinting in the torchlight. His tie was slightly loosened, his hair tousled in that infuriatingly perfect way that made it seem like he hadnât even tried.
âWhat are you doing here?â you asked, unable to keep the irritation out of your voice.
âSame thing you are,â he replied, pushing off the doorframe and strolling into the room like he owned it. âApparently, the professors think Iâm responsible enough to help clean up messes now. Who knew?â
âGreat,â you muttered under your breath, turning back to the mess in front of you. âJust donât get in my way.â
âDonât worry, Miss Perfect,â he said, his tone dripping with mock sincerity. âI wouldnât dream of it.â
You ignored him, focusing on the task at hand. With a flick of your wand, you began repairing a shattered glass case, the shards floating back into place with a soft ping. But of course, Jungwon wasnât content to let you work in peace.
âYou missed a spot,â he said, pointing to a stray shard on the floor.
âI see it,â you snapped, flicking your wand again to send the shard to its rightful place.
âYouâre welcome,â he said with a grin, crouching down to pick up a fallen plaque. As he straightened, he tilted his head, examining the inscription. âHuh. âMost Promising First-Year, 1983.â Wonder what they did to earn that.â
âWhy do you care?â you asked, not bothering to look at him.
âI donât,â he replied, placing the plaque back on its stand. âBut if I have to be here, I might as well make conversation.â
âWell, donât. Iâm busy.â
âOh, I can see that.â He leaned against one of the display cases, watching you with a lazy smirk. âYouâre very good at this, by the way. Itâs almost like youâve done it before.â
You rolled your eyes, trying to focus on a particularly stubborn spell that refused to reattach a decorative plate to its stand. âIf youâre not going to help, at least stay quiet.â
âBut whereâs the fun in that?â He stepped closer, just enough that you could feel the warmth of his presence beside you. âCome on, Miss Perfect, lighten up. Itâs just the Trophy Room. Itâs not like weâre scrubbing cauldrons in the dungeons.â
You ignored him, muttering the spell under your breath again. The plate finally clicked into place, and you let out a small sigh of relief. But before you could move on to the next task, Jungwon reached over, plucking a stray ribbon from the pile of debris.
âDo you think this would suit me?â he asked, holding it up to his chest with a mock-serious expression.
You glanced at him, exasperated. âItâs a participation ribbon for a broomstick-polishing contest.â
âSo?â He pinned it to his robes with a flourish. âI think it adds character.â
You couldnât help itâa small laugh escaped you before you could stop it. The moment you realized what youâd done, you quickly turned away, hoping he hadnât noticed.
But of course, he had.
âWas that a laugh?â he asked, his tone triumphant. âDid I just get the oh-so-serious prefect to crack a smile?â
âNo,â you said quickly, focusing on another broken display case. âYouâre imagining things.â
âOh, I donât think so.â He stepped closer again, his voice dropping to a playful murmur. âYou know, if you let yourself relax more often, you might actually enjoy my company.â
You turned to glare at him, only to find that he was much closer than youâd realized. Close enough that you could see the faint sparkle in his dark eyes, the way his smirk softened into something almost genuine.
âHighly unlikely,â you said, your voice quieter now.
Jungwon tilted his head, studying you like he was trying to figure out a particularly tricky potion. âYou know,â he said, his voice softer than usual, âyouâre kind of fun to mess with.â
âGlad I can be your entertainment,â you muttered, stepping back to put some much-needed distance between you.
But as you turned away, you couldnât help but feel his gaze lingering on you again, that same unsettling mix of mischief and something deeper that always left your heart racing.
The worst part? You werenât entirely sure you hated it.
You busied yourself with repairing another shattered trophy case, desperately trying to ignore the heat creeping up your neck. Jungwon always knew exactly how to push your buttons, and worse, he seemed to enjoy it.
As you flicked your wand, mumbling an incantation to reattach the intricate golden handles to the glass case, you could still feel his presence behind you. Not doing anythingâjust standing there, watching you.
âAre you just going to stand there, or are you actually going to help?â you snapped, not bothering to look over your shoulder.
âOh, Iâm helping,â he said, and you could practically hear the smirk in his voice.
You turned, narrowing your eyes at him. âReally? How, exactly?â
Jungwon held up a dusty trophy heâd picked off the floor. âMoral support.â He grinned, wiping the plaque halfheartedly with the sleeve of his robe. âYouâre doing great, by the way. Truly inspiring.â
âUnbelievable,â you muttered, turning back to your work.
But before you could even begin the next spell, Jungwonâs voice interrupted again.
âHey, youâve got a littleâŠâ He trailed off, gesturing vaguely to your face.
You frowned, brushing your cheek self-consciously. âWhat?â
âHere.â He stepped closerâtoo closeâand reached out, his fingers brushing the side of your face. For a moment, time seemed to freeze. His touch was light, barely there, but it sent a jolt of electricity through you.
âThere,â he said softly, pulling his hand back to reveal a speck of dust on his fingertips. âGot it.â
You stared at him, your heart pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it. He was looking at you now, his teasing smile replaced with something softer, something that made your breath catch.
âDonât look at me like that,â you blurted, taking a step back to put some distance between you.
âLike what?â he asked, his voice low, almost curious.
âLikeâlike that!â You waved your hand vaguely, refusing to meet his eyes. âLike youâre⊠plotting something.â
His smile returned, softer this time but no less infuriating. âWho says Iâm plotting anything?â
âBecause youâre always plotting something,â you shot back, turning away from him and focusing on the pile of broken trophies again. âItâs practically your personality.â
âHarsh,â he said with a mock wince, though his tone was still playful. âYou wound me, Miss Perfect.â
You rolled your eyes, determined to ignore him as you began repairing the next trophy. But Jungwon wasnât done.
âYou know,â he said after a moment, his voice taking on that familiar teasing lilt, âfor someone who claims to hate me, you sure spend a lot of time thinking about me.â
Your wand slipped, sending a crack straight through the trophy you were trying to fix. You cursed under your breath, quickly repairing the damage before whirling around to face him.
âI donât think about you,â you said firmly, though the heat rising to your cheeks betrayed you.
âReally?â Jungwon leaned casually against the nearest display case, his arms crossed as he regarded you with that maddeningly smug expression. âBecause youâre looking a little flustered right now.â
âIâm not flustered,â you snapped, crossing your arms defensively.
He stepped closer again, his grin widening as he leaned in, just enough to make your breath hitch. âAre you sure?â
âYes,â you said quickly, though your voice came out shakier than youâd intended.
For a moment, neither of you moved. His dark eyes were locked on yours, and for once, there was no teasing glint in themâjust an intensity that made your stomach flip.
âJungwon,â you said finally, your voice quieter now. âYouâre standing too close.â
He tilted his head, his lips quirking into a small smile. âAm I?â
âYes,â you said again, though you made no move to step away.
For a brief, terrifying moment, you thought he might say somethingâsomething that would shatter the delicate balance between you. But instead, he stepped back, the teasing smile returning to his face like nothing had happened.
âAlright, alright,â he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. âIâll give you some space.â
You exhaled, not realizing until that moment that youâd been holding your breath.
âGood,â you muttered, turning back to the trophies.
"Do you think the founders ever argued over who got the biggest house common room?" Jungwon asked as you muttered a spell to repair another shattered trophy.
You sighed, not even glancing at him. "I donât know. Maybe."
He hummed thoughtfully, as though your answer was the most profound thing heâd ever heard. "Do you think Salazar Slytherin was the type to hog all the butterbeer at parties?"
You flicked your wand sharply, fixing another display case. "Probably."
"And what about Godric Gryffindor? I bet he couldnât resist showing off in duels."
"Sounds likely," you replied curtly, focusing on levitating a stack of plaques back into their proper places.
Jungwon leaned casually against a nearby display, his hands in his pockets, watching you with barely contained amusement. "Alright, last oneâdo you think Helga Hufflepuff secretly kept a stash of snacks in her robes?"
At that, you paused, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye. "Definitely," you said, surprising yourself with a small smile.
Jungwon grinned like heâd won a prize, clearly pleased that heâd managed to drag more than a one-word answer out of you. "See? I knew you had a sense of humor buried under all that seriousness."
You rolled your eyes, quickly turning your attention back to the mess. The sooner you finished, the sooner you could get out of here and away from him. The room felt warmer than it should have, in a way that made it hard to breathe. You could feel Jungwonâs presence behind you, close enough that your skin tingled, your soulmark on your arm warming pleasantly every time he leaned just a little too close.
You tried to ignore it, brushing the feeling aside as nothing more than nerves, but it was impossible. It was suffocating and exhilarating all at once, and you hated how much it affected you.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you placed the last trophy back in its case and lowered your wand.
âThere. Done,â you said, your voice tight.
âImpressive work, Miss Perfect,â Jungwon said, clapping his hands lightly. âYou really are a perfectionist.â
Ignoring him, you grabbed your bag and headed for the door, desperate to escape before the roomâand himâgot the better of you.
But just as you reached the threshold, Jungwonâs voice stopped you.
âLeaving so soon?â he called, his tone laced with amusement. âI was starting to enjoy our little bonding session.â
You didnât turn around, gripping the strap of your bag tightly. "Weâre done here. Go bother someone else, Jungwon."
You stepped out into the corridor, the cool air a welcome relief against your flushed skin. But even as you walked away, you couldnât shake the lingering warmth on your arm, the way your soulmark had come alive just from being near him.
You hated it.
And yet, deep down, you knew it wasnât hate at all.
The cool air of the corridor did little to ease the warmth in your chest. You tightened your grip on the strap of your bag, walking briskly to put as much distance between yourself and Jungwon as possible.
âHey!â a familiar voice called from further down the hall. You looked up to see your Slytherin friend, Minji, striding toward you. Her dark robes swished behind her, and her usual confident smirk lit up her face. âYou look like youâve just seen a ghost. What happened?â
You sighed, falling into step beside her as she turned to walk with you. âTrophy Room duty. With Jungwon.â
Her eyebrows shot up, and she gave you a knowing grin. âAh, the infamous Yang Jungwon. What did he do this time?â
âSame as always,â you muttered, your tone clipped. âTeased me, asked a million pointless questions, and stood way too close for comfort.â
Minji laughed, the sound echoing softly in the empty hallway. âWell, that sounds about right. Heâs got that whole charming nuisance thing down to an art.â
You shot her a glare, but it lacked any real bite. âItâs not charming. Itâs infuriating.â
âSure, sure,â Minji said, waving her hand dismissively. âBut youâre still blushing.â
You froze mid-step, your hand flying to your face. âI am not!â
âYou so are,â she said with a smug grin, clearly enjoying your reaction. âCome on, just admit itâhe gets under your skin, doesnât he?â
You groaned, resuming your pace and trying to ignore the warmth creeping back into your cheeks. âThatâs not the same thing as liking him.â
âHmm,â Minji hummed, her smirk widening. âIf you say so.â
The two of you turned a corner, the dimly lit hallway now empty except for the faint flicker of torches on the walls. Minji glanced at you, her expression softening slightly. âBut seriously, are you okay? You seem⊠tense.â
You hesitated, your fingers brushing over the strap of your bag. âItâs justâbeing around him is exhausting. Heâs so... persistent. Andâand the way he looks at me sometimesââ
You cut yourself off, realizing youâd said too much.
Minji stopped walking, grabbing your arm to make you face her. âWait. What way does he look at you?â
You shook your head quickly, trying to dismiss it. âForget I said that. Itâs nothing.â
âOh no, no, no.â Minjiâs eyes sparkled with mischief now. âYouâre telling me that JungwonâJungwonâmight actually like you? This just keeps getting better.â
You felt your stomach twist at her words, a mix of denial and something far more complicated. âHe doesnât like me,â you said firmly, though your voice faltered slightly. âHe just likes messing with me.â
âUh-huh,â Minji said, clearly unconvinced. âAnd what about you? Do you like him?â
âNo!â you said quickly, too quickly.
Minji raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. âYouâre a terrible liar, you know that?â
You groaned, burying your face in your hands. âWhy am I even friends with you?â
âBecause Iâm the only one whoâs brave enough to call you out on your nonsense,â she said with a grin, pulling your hands away from your face. âListen, if you ask meâwhich, by the way, you shouldâI think you and Jungwon would be kind of perfect together.â
Your heart skipped a beat at her words, but you shook your head furiously. âNot happening. Ever.â
âAlright, alright,â Minji said, holding up her hands in surrender. âBut for the record, if he ever stops teasing you, youâll know youâre in trouble.â
You rolled your eyes, but a small part of you couldnât help but wonder if she was right.
The days that followed were nothing short of exhausting. It had become a routine of sortsâthis competition between you and Jungwon to see who could outshine the other as a prefect. Both of you were model students, but being better than him was a point of pride you werenât willing to give up.
Unfortunately, Jungwon seemed to have the exact same idea.
âLetâs see who finishes the patrol of the East Wing faster tonight,â Jungwon said casually one evening, walking just a step ahead of you as the two of you began your rounds.
You glared at the back of his head. âItâs not a race, Jungwon. The goal is to thoroughly patrol the area, not sprint through it like a Quidditch match.â
He turned his head slightly, flashing you that insufferable smirk. âOh, but youâre just saying that because you know Iâd win.â
You scoffed, quickening your pace to walk beside him. âYou wouldnât win. Youâd probably miss half the patrol spots because youâre too busy smirking at yourself in the reflection of the windows.â
Jungwon placed a hand over his chest, feigning hurt. âYou wound me. But, for the record, I donât smirk at myself. I save those exclusively for you.â
You felt your cheeks heat up and turned your face away to hide it. âYouâre ridiculous,â you muttered, ignoring the way your soulmark tingled faintly at his words.
âRidiculous, but efficient,â he countered, his tone light and teasing. âUnlike some people, I donât waste time lecturing first-years about being out past curfew. I just send them back to their dorms and call it a night.â
âThatâs because you let them off too easy,â you shot back, stopping to peer into an empty classroom. âA good prefect sets an example. Youâre supposed to be teaching them, not coddling them.â
âAnd youâre supposed to be having fun,â Jungwon replied, leaning casually against the doorframe. âMerlin forbid you loosen up for five seconds.â
You gave him a withering glare, but it only seemed to fuel his amusement. He pushed off the doorframe and strolled past you, hands in his pockets, like he didnât have a care in the world.
âTell you what,â he said over his shoulder. âIâll handle the rest of this hallway. You can take the next one. Weâll see who finds more troublemakers by the end of the night.â
âFine,â you said sharply, determined to beat him. âBut donât go cutting corners like you always do.â
Jungwon turned back to you with an exaggerated look of shock. âCut corners? Me? Never.â
You rolled your eyes, muttering under your breath as he sauntered away.
The rest of the night passed in much the same wayâhim teasing you, you firing back with sharp retorts, and both of you secretly trying to outdo the other in your duties. By the time patrol ended, you were both walking back to the common areas, still exchanging jabs.
âSo, how many rule-breakers did you catch tonight?â Jungwon asked, his tone casual but his smirk betraying his competitive streak.
âThree,â you said smugly. âAnd you?â
âFour,â he replied, his grin widening when you scowled.
âLiar,â you accused, narrowing your eyes at him.
Jungwon gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. âYou wound me, Miss Perfect. Are you saying Iâd lie about something so serious?â
âYes,â you said flatly, though you couldnât stop the corners of your mouth from twitching upward.
âWell, believe what you want,â he said with a shrug, walking ahead of you toward the main staircase. âBut next time, maybe youâll think twice before underestimating me.â
You watched him go, shaking your head in exasperation. No matter how infuriating he was, there was a strange comfort in the back-and-forth banter between you. It was almost... fun, in its own twisted way.
But as you turned to head toward your dormitory, you caught yourself smiling and quickly wiped it off your face. Jungwon didnât need to know that, for all his teasing and smug remarks, he made your prefect duties just a little less tediousâand a lot more complicated.
--
The air in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom was cool, the steady drone of the professorâs voice filling the room as they explained the intricacies of Dementors. You should have been paying attention, but the lesson was one you had mastered ages ago. Instead, your thoughts wandered, your quill idly twirling between your fingers as you gazed out the window.
That was until a small folded piece of parchment fluttered directly in front of your face. You blinked in surprise, catching it before it fell onto your desk. Frowning, you carefully unfolded it, unsure of what to expect.
Inside was a drawingâa portrait of you. The lines were soft, delicate, and surprisingly skilled. It captured you in a way that made your breath hitch for a moment. You looked⊠pretty.
Your cheeks warmed as you glanced around the room, searching for the culprit. Your eyes landed on a tall Gryffindor boy sitting a few desks away. His face turned bright red the moment your eyes met his, and he quickly looked away, pretending to focus on his notes.
You couldnât help but smile, a small, amused laugh escaping your lips.
When class ended and everyone began filing out, you gathered your things and stepped into the corridor. Before you could get far, a voice called out behind you.
âUh, excuse me?â
You turned to see the same Gryffindor boy standing there, his hands nervously clutching the strap of his bag. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with soft eyes and a shy smile that revealed dimples.
âYes?â you asked, tilting your head slightly.
He cleared his throat, his face still tinged with embarrassment. âI, um, I was wondering ifâif you donât have any more classes todayâmaybe youâd like to study together? In the library, I mean.â
He was cuteâreally cute. And as luck would have it, he was a prefect, too, which made him even more appealing in your eyes. His nervousness was endearing, and you found yourself smiling softly.
âSure,â you said, much to his visible relief. âI donât have any other classes.â
The two of you walked to the library together, falling into an easy conversation. He introduced himself as Choi Soobin, and you quickly discovered he was funny, charming, and incredibly sweet. By the time you reached the library, you were already at ease in his presence.
The two of you sat down at a quiet table near the back, pulling out your books and parchment. At first, you tried to focus on your work, but Soobin`s quiet jokes and playful commentary kept pulling your attention away. Before long, you were laughing softly, your hand covering your mouth to stifle the sound as Madam Pince shot you both a stern look.
Unbeknownst to you, someone else had entered the library.
Jungwon strolled in, his usual confident smirk on his face as he made his way to the front desk to offer Madam Pince some assistance. He had volunteered to help her organize the new shipments of booksâa task he didnât particularly enjoy but knew would score him some house points.
But as he approached the desk, a sound stopped him in his tracks.
A laugh.
His head turned instinctively toward the source, his gaze landing on you. You were sitting at a table near the back, your head tilted slightly as you giggled at something the Gryffindor boy across from you had said. Soobin.
Jungwonâs chest tightened at the sight.
The Gryffindor was leaning closer to you, his dimples on full display as he smiled down at you, clearly pleased to have made you laugh. And youâJungwon had never seen you so at ease, so⊠radiant.
His grip on the stack of books in his hands tightened as an ugly, unfamiliar feeling began to bubble in his chest. Jealousy.
Why were you laughing like that with Soobin? Why were you sitting so close to him, looking at him with such bright, open eyes? Jungwon had seen that smile before, but it had never been directed at him. And the realization made something in him twist painfully.
He tore his gaze away, his happy demeanor now replaced with a sour expression. He tried to focus on the task at hand, stacking books onto shelves and sorting parchment, but his eyes kept wandering back to you.
Every time Soobin leaned closer, every time you laughed softly, it was like a needle pricking at his chest.
You were supposed to be bickering with him, not smiling at some dimply Gryffindor prefect.
And worse, you didnât even notice him. For the first time, it felt like you were completely out of his orbit, and it made his jealousy burn even brighter.
By the time he finished his chores, he couldnât take it anymore. He shot one last glare in Soobin`s directionâthough the Gryffindor was obliviousâand left the library, the ugly green feeling sitting heavy in his chest.
As he stalked through the corridors, his thoughts raced. He didnât know what was worse: the fact that he was jealous, or the fact that he had no idea what to do about it.
The days that followed were... different. Soobin, with his warm smile and easygoing demeanor, seemed to find every excuse to be around you. Whether it was walking with you between classes, sharing a table in the library, or even just stopping to chat in the halls, he was always there.
And to your surprise, you didnât mind. He had a way of making you laugh without even trying, his gentle humor and wide-eyed innocence making it hard to resist smiling.
âDo you always study this much?â Soobin asked one evening, leaning slightly over your shoulder as the two of you sat in the library.
âItâs called being responsible,â you teased, not looking up from your parchment.
âWell, if responsibility looks this good on you, maybe I should try it,â he joked, his dimples flashing.
You rolled your eyes, biting back a grin. âGood luck with that.â
Moments like these had become the norm, and while you enjoyed his company, you couldnât ignore the way Jungwon seemed to be watching your every move lately.
Every time you and Soobin crossed paths with him, Jungwonâs eyes would narrow, his jaw tightening ever so slightly. It was subtleâno one else seemed to noticeâbut you did. And you couldnât ignore the way his usual smirk seemed to vanish whenever Soobin was around.
It didnât help that Soobin, in his blissful obliviousness, seemed entirely focused on you.
âDo you think heâs going to explode one day?â Yuna, one of your closest friends, whispered to you during lunch, nodding subtly toward Jungwon, who was sitting a few tables away. His eyes were fixed on you and Soobin, his expression unreadable but intense.
You followed her gaze, your stomach flipping slightly when your eyes met Jungwonâs. He didnât look away, and for a moment, it felt like he was daring you to do somethingâanything.
âHeâs just... annoyed,â you muttered, breaking the eye contact and focusing back on your plate.
âAnnoyed?â Yuna raised an eyebrow, a sly smile creeping onto her face. âThat boy looks like heâs ready to hex Soobin into next week.â
You didnât respond, mostly because you couldnât deny it. Jungwonâs glares had grown sharper with each passing day, and it didnât help that youâd somehow ended up with more patrols and prefect duties with Soobin lately.
At first, youâd chalked it up to coincidence, but now it was starting to feel deliberate. Maybe the professors had noticed how well you worked together, or maybe Soobin had requested it. Either way, it only seemed to worsen the already fragile balance between you and Jungwon.
It wasnât like you hadnât noticed the way your soulmark had been acting up, either. The once-pleasant tingling had turned into an uncomfortable burn, a constant reminder of the growing rift between you and Jungwon.
It was ironic, really. For years, your ârivalryâ with him had been the one constant in your life at Hogwarts. From the moment youâd both become prefects, it had been a steady back-and-forth of playful banter and one-upping each other. But now, things felt... different.
This was the first time since first year that you and Jungwon werenât entirely in sync. And as much as you wanted to ignore it, to push down the guilt that came with the thought, it stung.
One evening, during yet another patrol with Soobin, you caught yourself lost in thought as he talked animatedly about somethingâa story about his younger siblings, if you remembered correctly. His voice was soft and warm, but it faded into the background as your mind wandered.
You couldnât help but wonder what Jungwon was doing right now. Would he be patrolling the opposite side of the castle? Sitting in the common room with his friends, glaring at the fire in frustration?
âYou okay?â Soobinâs voice pulled you back to the present, his kind eyes filled with concern.
You nodded quickly, offering him a small smile. âYeah, just tired.â
âDonât push yourself too hard,â he said gently, his concern only making your chest tighten.
You forced yourself to refocus, to push away the thoughts of Jungwon. But as you walked beside Soobin, his voice filling the quiet corridors, you couldnât ignore the way your soulmark burned faintly against your skin, like it was trying to remind you of something you werenât ready to face.
--
It had been an exhausting day. Between classes, your prefect duties, and Soobinâs persistent presence, you were feeling utterly drained. Tonightâs patrol was supposed to be simpleâjust a quick check of the corridors before returning to your common room.
But, as always, trouble had a way of finding you.
The moment you stepped into the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, you knew something was off.
A group of younger students was gathered at the far end, laughing nervously and huddling close together. As you got closer, you noticed a faint shimmer in the air, followed by a creeping chill that made your skin prickle.
A Dementor.
Or rather, a Boggart pretending to be one, you realized quickly. But the younger students didnât know that. Their faces were pale with fear, their breaths coming out in short gasps as they stumbled back against the cold stone wall.
Without thinking, you acted on instinct.
âStay back!â you called to the students, pulling out your wand.
The Boggart shifted its attention to you, gliding forward with a slow, deliberate menace. Even knowing it wasnât real, you felt a spike of unease as the air grew colder.
You raised your wand, your voice steady. âExpecto Patronum!â
A bright, silvery light burst forth from your wand, taking shape in the form of an animal. Its figure moved with an elegant agility, leaping forward and sending the Boggart scuttling back into the shadows. The students gasped in awe, their fear melting into relief as the warmth of your Patronus filled the room.
It wasnât until the Boggart disappeared completely, retreating into a chest, that you realized you werenât alone.
From the corner of your eye, you caught movement. Turning your head, your stomach dropped.
Jungwon stood at the entrance, his dark eyes wide and locked onto your Patronus. The silver light of the animal reflected in his gaze, his expression shifting from shock to something deeperâsomething you couldnât quite place.
Your Patronus lingered for a moment longer before fading, its light dissolving into the cold air. The students quickly scrambled past Jungwon, murmuring their thanks as they made their way back to their dorms. But you barely noticed them leave.
It was just you and Jungwon now.
He didnât say anything, but you could see itâthe moment of realization dawning on his face. His eyes flicked to your arm, the same spot where your soulmark had always rested, hidden beneath your sleeve. And then, almost involuntarily, his hand moved to his own arm.
Right where his soulmark would be.
Your heart dropped into your stomach.
âJungwonââ you started, but your voice caught in your throat.
He stepped closer, his movements slow and deliberate, like he was piecing everything together in real time. His hand remained pressed against his arm, his fingers curling slightly as if he could feel the truth burning beneath his skin.
âYour Patronus,â he said softly, his voice steady but quiet.
You swallowed hard, unable to meet his gaze. âItâs notââ
âItâs the same...." he interrupted, his tone carefully controlled, but you could see his jaw clench. âThe same as my soulmark.â
Your breath hitched. You knew there was no use denying itânot when the evidence was staring him right in the face.
âIt doesnât mean anything,â you said quickly, the words tumbling out in a rush. âItâs just a coincidence, Jungwon. Thatâs all.â
He let out a soft, humorless laugh, and when you finally looked up, you were startled by the look in his eyes. It wasnât anger, like you expected. It wasnât even annoyance.
It was hurt.
âA coincidence?â he repeated, his voice low. His hand finally dropped from his arm, hanging limply at his side. âYou think a Patronus matching my soulmark is just a coincidence?â
You opened your mouth to respond, but the words wouldnât come. The burning sensation in your arm flared up, as if your soulmark itself was scolding you for trying to deny the truth.
Jungwon took another step closer, his gaze searching your face. âHow long have you known?â
âJungwon, Iââ
âHow long?â he pressed, his voice breaking slightly.
You hesitated, your heart pounding in your chest. There was no point in lying now. âSince last year,â you admitted quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.
His jaw clenched, and he took a step back, running a hand through his hair in frustration. âLast year,â he repeated, his tone laced with disbelief. âYouâve known this whole time, and you didnât think to tell me?â
âI didnât know how!â you shot back, your voice rising despite yourself. âWhat was I supposed to say, Jungwon? âHey, by the way, weâre soulmatesâ? You would have laughed in my face!â
He stared at you, his expression unreadable. âIs that what you think of me?â
âNo,â you said quickly, the word rushing out before you could stop it. âNo, I donât think that. I justââ You let out a shaky breath, rubbing at your arm as if that would ease the burning sensation. âI didnât want to ruin everything. Weâve beenâwhatever we areâfor so long, and I didnât want to mess that up.â
Jungwon was silent for a long moment, his gaze dropping to the ground. When he finally spoke, his voice was softer, but no less firm.
âYou didnât ruin anything,â he said. âBut lying to meâhiding this from meâit hurt. It hurts.â
Your throat tightened, guilt twisting in your chest.
âI didnât mean to hurt you,â you said quietly.
He looked up at you, his dark eyes filled with a mix of emotions you couldnât quite untangle. For the first time, he looked vulnerable, the walls he always kept so carefully in place beginning to crack.
âI donât know what this means,â he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. âBut I think we owe it to ourselves to figure it out. Donât you?â
You nodded, unable to trust your voice.
After that night in the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, you found yourself plagued by questions and uncertainty. Jungwonâs quiet hurt echoed in your mind, and you couldnât shake the feeling that you were standing on the edge of something you didnât fully understand. Soulmates. The idea had always seemed so distant to you, something that other people talked about with a dreamy look in their eyes. But now that it was your reality, it felt differentâcomplicated, messy, and, honestly, terrifying.
For the next few days, you threw yourself into researching everything you could about soulmates. You spent hours in the library, digging through old books and scrolls, hoping to find some concrete answers. You wanted to know more about the connection, the rulesâor lack thereofâthat came with having a soulmate. Was there a timeline to follow? Did you have to accept it? What did it mean for your future?
You also started asking your friends about their own experiences, although you were careful not to reveal too much. Yujin was the first to notice your sudden interest in the subject. Youâd pulled her aside one evening, after class, and asked about her soulmark.
âOh,â Yujin had said, glancing at you with a knowing smile, âitâs a small bird, right here.â She pointed to her wrist. âIt was weird at first, but once we met, everything just clicked. It was like a weight lifted off my shoulders. My soulmateâs a Hufflepuff, actually.â
You nodded thoughtfully, trying to hide the way your heart twisted at the thought of your own situation. âAnd do you feel different? I mean, with him?â
She hesitated, then smiled softly. âYeah. Itâs like weâve known each other for ages. I donât know how to explain it, but you just know.â
You didnât ask more, knowing you couldnât handle hearing too much about the ease with which others seemed to fall into their soulmate connections. You wanted to learn, but you werenât ready to hear about how it all just worked for others.
The next day, you sought out Jeongin, hoping for a more analytical approach. You had always admired how level-headed he was, and you figured heâd give you a more logical perspective. After all, heâd been pretty matter-of-fact about everything, including his own soulmark.
âI donât think it means anything special,â he said, leaning back against the wall in the common room. âItâs just a way of knowing whoâs yours. Youâre connected in ways you canât explain, but donât overthink it. Itâs not some kind of fate thatâs pulling you together. Itâs more like... a bond, I guess.â
You nodded again, relieved that he seemed to have a more grounded view of the connection. But something in his words unsettled you. âSo, itâs not destiny?â
Jeongin chuckled. âNot for me. Maybe it`s just destiny for someone.â
His words sent a jolt through you, and you quickly brushed off the discomfort with a half-laugh. âIâm not sure I believe in destiny,â you muttered, hoping he wouldnât pry further.
He gave you a long, measuring look but didnât push. âWell, whatever it is, youâve got to figure it out, yeah?â
You agreed, even though you werenât entirely sure how to figure it out.
Meanwhile, your interactions with Soobin had taken on a new complexity. He seemed determined to win your attention, constantly seeking ways to make you smile, to make you laugh. He was sweet and caring in his own way, and you couldnât deny that you liked being around him. But every time he called you âcuteâ or flashed that charming grin of his, something in you tightenedâbecause you knew Jungwon was still watching, and you could feel the way his gaze lingered on you from across the room.
You had decided to keep the soulmate connection to yourself, at least for now. You didnât want to hurt Soobin, especially when he seemed so genuinely happy to be with you. You liked him, you really did. But something about Jungwonâs presence, the pull between the two of you, was undeniable. You couldnât ignore it any longer, even if you tried.
Jungwon, however, didnât seem to share your same restraint. You noticed him more and moreâhis gaze following you and Soobin whenever the two of you were talking. His posture was stiff, his mouth set in a firm line whenever Soobin made you laugh, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly when you exchanged playful glances.
It wasnât until one afternoon in the courtyard, when Soobin had made another attempt to charm you with one of his witty remarks, that you saw it.
Jungwon was standing near the entrance to the courtyard, watching the two of you from a distance. His jaw was clenched, and his gaze was dark. You felt a flicker of unease. Youâd always known there was a rivalry between you and Jungwon, but this was insane.
When Soobin noticed your hesitation, he smiled brightly and nudged you playfully. âWhatâs wrong? Did I say something weird?â
You shook your head quickly, forcing a smile. âNo, nothingâs wrong. Iâm just... distracted.â
âBy Jungwon?â he teased, his eyes glancing over your shoulder. âYou know, he doesnât look too happy with us.â
You followed his gaze and found Jungwon standing there, looking like he was about to storm off. His eyes flicked to you and Soobin, then quickly away, but not before you saw that flicker of somethingâyou werenât sure what it was. But it didnât look friendly.
Your heart skipped a beat as you turned back to Soobin. âMaybe we should head inside,â you suggested, trying to ignore the discomfort gnawing at you.
âSure,â Soobin agreed, still oblivious to the tension you could feel. âLetâs go study, yeah?â
Studying with Soobin in the library was, for the most part, uneventful. He was focused, eager to discuss theories and share notes. But despite his attempts to make the session lively, your attention kept drifting, pulled by something you couldnât explain. Every few minutes, you found yourself glancing up from your textbook, only to find Jungwon walking past your table again.
It was subtle at first. A quick, casual stroll down the aisle between the shelves, as if he were simply helping Madam Pince organize some books. But as the minutes ticked by, it became increasingly obvious that he was lingering near your corner. His footsteps were quieter now, and you could feel the weight of his gaze on you, even when he didnât look directly at you.
Soobin, thankfully, didnât seem to notice. He was too busy scribbling notes on his parchment, talking about a spell heâd just learned in class. But you could feel the heat creeping up your neck, a strange tension building in the space between you and Jungwon, even though you were doing your best to ignore it.
"Do you think I should try this spell in the next class?" Soobin asked, snapping you out of your thoughts. "I feel like it could be fun, donât you?"
You blinked, forcing your focus back onto him. "Uh, yeah. I think youâll do great with it. Youâve got the precision down."
But even as you spoke, your gaze drifted over to Jungwon again. This time, he was standing just a few feet away, pretending to adjust a stack of books on the shelf directly across from your table. You could feel his presence, his eyes lingering on you from the corner of your vision. His movements were slow, deliberate, and each time he walked past, he seemed to be just a bit too close for comfort.
Your stomach tightened, and your heart started to race, the familiar unease creeping up again. You couldnât help it. The bond that had ignited between you and Jungwonâthe one you had been trying to ignore, to push downâwas becoming harder and harder to control.
Soobin, oblivious to your inner turmoil, continued speaking. "I was thinking we could practice it in the courtyard later today. Maybe you could come with me? You know, as my study partner."
Before you could respond, Jungwonâs figure appeared again, now walking past your table on the far side of the library. He glanced in your direction as he passed, and for a split second, your eyes locked. It was brief, but you could see the flicker of something in his gazeâsomething that made your chest tighten. His eyes dropped quickly, and without another word, he kept walking, the sound of his boots echoing faintly on the stone floors.
You felt the burn of your soulmark pulse against your skin.
Soobin didnât seem to notice the shift in the air, his voice continuing without interruption. "What do you think? Should I go ahead and try the spell? I mean, I know weâve got a lot to study, butâ"
"Yeah," you interrupted, trying to shake off the lingering unease. "That sounds great. But, uh... I think Iâm done for today. Iâve got some stuff to take care of."
You closed your textbook with a soft snap, feeling the sudden urge to leave. You stood up quickly, gathering your things, but before you could say goodbye, Soobin was looking at you with a puzzled expression.
"Already?" he asked. "I thought we were doing great."
"Yeah," you said, offering him a strained smile. "But I really do need to go. Iâll, uh... catch up with you later."
Soobin nodded, his dimples showing as he smiled. "Alright. Iâll see you later, then. Maybe we can talk more about that spell."
You quickly walked away, making your way toward the exit of the library. But as you passed through the aisles, you could feel itâthe subtle shift in the air as Jungwon followed behind, his presence heavy and undeniable.
You didnât turn around. You couldnât. But your heart was pounding, and as you exited the library, you heard his footsteps fall into sync behind you. He was following you.
When you stepped into the hallway, trying to calm your thoughts. Before you could even think to react, a hand gripped your wrist, pulling you gently but firmly into a small, dimly lit room just off the main corridor. The door clicked shut behind you, and you found yourself pressed against the cold stone wall, with no clear way out.
Your breath hitched, and you instinctively looked down, avoiding the sharp intensity of Jungwonâs gaze. The silence between you both hung heavy, almost suffocating. You could hear the faint beat of your own heart, louder in your ears than the soft rustling of his clothes as he moved closer.
âLook at me,â Jungwonâs voice cut through the silence, low and demanding.
You hesitated, a part of you afraid of what you might see in his eyes. Slowly, you lifted your gaze, finding his face inches from yours. His dark eyes searched your expression, his jaw tense as if he was trying to contain somethingâsomething he didnât know how to put into words.
âYouâre avoiding me,â he said, his voice barely above a whisper. âWhy?â
You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his words press down on you. Your mind raced, but the only thing you could focus on was the distance that had grown between you two lately. Not just physically, but emotionally. âIâm not avoiding you,â you replied quietly, but the words didnât sound convincing, even to yourself.
âYes, you are,â Jungwon said, stepping closer, his proximity making your pulse spike. âI see it in the way you look at me now. The way you look away when Iâm near.â His hand hovered near your face, but he didnât touch youânot yet. âYouâve been different ever since youâve been spending so much time with Soobin.â
Your chest tightened at the mention of his name, and for a moment, you looked away, unable to meet his gaze. âI didnâtââ You stopped yourself. The last thing you wanted was to cause a scene, or worse, make it clear how much it hurt to see Jungwonâs jealousy, to see how much it bothered him that you were spending time with Soobin.
Jungwon wasnât having any of it. âYou didnât think it would affect me?â His voice was firm, but there was something in itâan edge, a vulnerability you hadnât heard before. âYou didnât think Iâd notice?â
You felt a knot twist in your stomach. âJungwon, I donâtâ"
âDonât lie to me,â he cut in sharply, his eyes intense. âI canât stand it. I canât stand you pretending like this isnât happening.â
His words hit you like a wave, and suddenly everything youâd been trying to keep bottled up came rushing to the surface. Your chest was tight, and the burning sensation from your soulmark flared again, reminding you of the connection that you could no longer ignore.
âI didnât want to hurt you,â you whispered, finally finding the courage to speak the truth. Your voice shook slightly, but you pushed through. âI didnât want to hurt anyone, but itâs not easy, Jungwon. Itâs not easy to just⊠admit that everything is changing. That weâre changing.â
He stared at you for a long moment, his expression softening slightly. But even as his gaze softened, the intensity never quite left his eyes. âYou think I havenât felt that, too?â he murmured. âYou think itâs been easy for me, either? Watching you with him, knowing youâre spending time with Soobin because youâre not sure about us? Not sure about me?â
The words stung, and you averted your gaze again, your heart aching at the raw honesty in his voice. âItâs not like that,â you said weakly. âSoobinâs just... a friend.â
Jungwonâs lips tightened at the word. âA friend, huh?â
You nodded, but it felt hollow. You werenât sure if it was true anymoreânot when Soobin made you laugh so easily, not when he made your heart feel lighter in ways that Jungwon didnât seem to. But the truth was, you couldnât let yourself go down that path. You couldnât let yourself hurt Soobin, not when you still cared about him. And you did care about him, in a way that you werenât sure how to explain.
âIâm sorry,â you said, almost instinctively, the words tasting bitter on your tongue. âI didnât mean to make you feel like that. I just... I donât know what Iâm doing, Jungwon. I donât know how to fix this.â
His hand finally reached up, cupping your chin gently to tilt your face so that you were looking at him once more. His thumb brushed lightly over your cheek.
âYou donât have to fix anything,â Jungwon said, his voice quieter now. âBut you canât keep pushing me away. Not when weâre already this far into this.â He paused, searching your eyes as if trying to read the truth between the lines. âIf youâre my soulmate, then I donât want to keep pretending like it doesnât mean anything.â
You blinked, the weight of his words sinking in. You didnât know how to respondânot when the truth was so complicated, not when everything felt like it was teetering on the edge of something you werenât ready to face.
âI donât know how this works,â you admitted quietly. âBut I canât just ignore it either. Iââ You took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. âBut I donât want to hurt anyone in the process, either.â
Jungwonâs expression softened, the intensity in his gaze giving way to something gentler. âThen letâs figure it out,â he said quietly. âWe donât have to have all the answers right now. But we canât keep running away from it.â
You nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over you.
Just as the air between you and Jungwon began to settle, and you were both preparing to leave the small room, a sudden, unmistakable sound echoed through the hallway outside. The telltale cackle of Peeves reached your ears.
"Oi, what's this? A little lover's quarrel?" Peeves' voice was high-pitched and mocking, and you could hear the sound of him shuffling on the other side of the door.
Before either of you could react, the door locked with an audible click, trapping you both inside. You and Jungwon exchanged a quick glance, both of you already understanding what had just happened.
"Peeves, open this door!" you called out, your voice sharp with irritation. "This isnât funny!"
But instead of an answer, the only thing you heard was Peevesâ signature cackling, growing fainter as he moved down the hall. "Not so fast! You two have got plenty to talk about! Have fun!" His voice echoed as it faded into the distance.
Jungwon let out a frustrated sigh, stepping forward and trying the door, but it didn't budge. He pressed his palm against the wood, his frown deepening.
"Great," he muttered, the annoyance evident in his voice. "Weâre stuck here now."
You crossed your arms, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks at the awkwardness of the situation. Of course, Peeves had to pick the exact moment when things were finally starting to make sense between you and Jungwon to lock you both in a room together.
"I guess we should sit down and wait for the magic to wear off," you said dryly, trying to lighten the mood. You were half expecting Jungwon to make a sarcastic comment in return, but when you looked up, you found him watching you, his expression softened, though still a little tense.
"Not exactly how I pictured this," he said with a half-smile, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. His gaze lingered on you for a moment before he shifted his focus elsewhere, like he was trying to process everything that had just happened.
"Yeah, well, Peeves does have a knack for timing," you muttered, your own smile faltering. You both took a step back, leaning against opposite walls, leaving some space between you.
You couldnât help but steal a glance at Jungwon, your chest tightening a little at how the room felt smaller now, despite the fact that the walls were the same. The quiet between you two had changed, from tense silence to something that felt heavier, like something important had shifted and you were still trying to figure out exactly what it was.
"So, uh...," you said, breaking the silence. "This is fun, huh?"
Jungwon chuckled lightly, shaking his head. "Iâm trying not to think about it. Honestly, I just... I donât know what Iâm supposed to say now. Weâre soulmates, but I canât just expect you to drop everything and choose me, especially with everything thatâs been going on with Soobin."
You blinked, feeling a mix of emotions flood youâguilt, confusion, and a strange sense of relief that he was being honest with you. "I never expected you to justâ" You cut yourself off. What had you expected? Had you been expecting Jungwon to just accept that youâd be together because of your soulmark? Was that fair to either of you?
"Itâs not easy, Jungwon," you said finally. "I care about Soobin. I do. Heâs been there for me in ways I didnât think anyone else would be."
Jungwonâs eyes flickered toward the door, then back to you, and he let out a long breath. "I know you do. And Iâm not trying to tell you to stop spending time with him. I just... I donât want you to think that Iâm going to disappear because youâre with him." His voice softened, and he looked at you. "Iâm still here, and Iâm not going anywhere."
You felt a lump form in your throat at his words. Jungwon's vulnerability was something new, something raw that you werenât used to seeing from him, especially like this.
You both fell into silence, the weight of the room pressing down on you, heavier than the stone walls surrounding you. Neither of you spoke.
You shifted your position, feeling the warmth of Jungwonâs body too close to your own. Every time you tried to step away, your back brushed against the cold wall, and the small room only seemed to shrink around you. You knew you had to do something to get some space, but the proximity felt... different than it had before. It wasnât uncomfortable exactly, but it was undeniably intimate in a way that made your heart beat faster.
"Jungwon..." you whispered, shifting slightly, trying to create some distance between you two. But with your movement, his hand instinctively reached out, grabbing your waist and pulling you back toward him.
âDonât,â he murmured softly, his voice strained, almost as though he were trying to convince himself as much as you. His face was flushed, his breath shallow. His gaze flickered down for a moment before he quickly looked away, a slight embarrassment coloring his features.
âIâuh...â He cleared his throat, still not meeting your eyes. "I think itâs better if we donât move too much. Weâre stuck in here for now, so..."
His words trailed off as you both stood there, your chest pressed against his, the quiet intensity of the moment thick between you. You could feel the warmth of his body against yours, the faintest tremor in his hand still holding onto your waist, keeping you there with him.
You felt a twinge of awkwardness, but there was also a flutter in your stomach, something you couldnât quite identify. Jungwon wasnât acting like the confident, teasing prefect you were used to. He seemed almost... shy now. He avoided your gaze, and you could see his cheeks were flushed.
âJungwon,â you repeated, your voice a little softer this time. You werenât sure if you were trying to calm him down or if you were trying to ease the tension between the two of you. âYouâre really close.â
He winced, as if he hadn't realized just how close you both were until you said it. "Sorry," he muttered quickly, but he didnât let go of your waist. Instead, he awkwardly shifted to give you a little more space, though it wasnât much.
You couldnât help but laugh softly at the absurdity of the situation. Here you were, trapped in a small room, with Jungwon.
A sudden noise broke the tension though âfootsteps, echoing from the hall outside. Jungwon straightened, eyes narrowing, before he turned to you.
"Someoneâs coming," he said, his tone a little more hopeful. "Letâs see if we can get out of here before Peeves realizes weâre not giving him the satisfaction of getting angry."
You nodded, a faint smile tugging at the corner of your lips. "Sounds like a plan."
Jungwon gave a quick nod and moved toward the door, banging on it with the flat of his palm. You joined him, calling out through the thick wood. âHey! Is anyone out there? Weâre locked in here!â
For a few moments, there was nothing but silence. Then, faintly, the sound of approaching footsteps reached your ears. Your heart leapt. Someone had heard you!
âKeep banging,â Jungwon said, his tone lighter now, and you both resumed your effort.
Finally, the footsteps stopped just outside the door. There was a brief pause before a familiar voice called out, âWhatâs going on in there?â
âMinji?â you called, recognizing the voice of your fellow prefect. Relief flooded through you. âItâs me! Unlock the door!â
There was a muffled soundâprobably Minji sighing in exasperationâbefore you heard her mutter a quick unlocking spell. The door clicked open, and before either of you could adjust, it swung outward, leaving you and Jungwon stumbling forward into the hall.
You nearly tripped over your own feet, but Jungwonâs hand shot out, gripping your arm to steady you.
Minji stood there, her eyes wide as she took in the sight of you and Jungwon emerging together, slightly disheveled and far too close for comfort. Her gaze flickered from you to Jungwon and back again, her eyebrows arching in silent question.
âWhatâ?â she started, but you cut her off quickly, desperate to explain before her imagination ran wild.
âPeeves locked us in,â you blurted out, gesturing toward the now-open door. âHe thought itâd be funny to trap us in that tiny room and leave us there.â
Minjiâs eyes narrowed slightly, her expression skeptical. âRight,â she said slowly, her tone clearly implying she wasnât entirely convinced.
You glanced at Jungwon, hoping heâd back you up, but the sight of him made your words falter. His face was still slightly flushed, a sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead. His usually composed demeanor was cracked just enough to reveal how flustered he was. And worse, he was still standing far too close to you, his hand lingering on your arm as if heâd forgotten to let go.
âUh, right?â you prompted him, your voice a little too high-pitched.
âYeah,â Jungwon said quickly, finally releasing your arm and taking a small step back. His voice was steady, but you noticed how his eyes avoided Minjiâs and instead flicked toward the floor. âIt was just Peeves being Peeves. Nothing more.â
Minji crossed her arms, her lips twitching upward in a knowing smirk. âUh-huh. Nothing more.â
You felt your cheeks heat up, and you quickly turned the conversation back to the situation at hand. âAnyway, thanks for letting us out,â you said, brushing a stray piece of hair behind your ear. âWe were starting to think weâd be stuck in there all night.â
âAnytime,â Minji replied, her smirk deepening. Her gaze lingered on the both of you for a moment longer, and you could practically see the gears turning in her head.
âWell,â she said finally, taking a step back, âIâll leave you two to... whatever it is youâre doing. Try not to get locked in another room together, yeah?â
âMinji!â you protested, but she was already walking away, her laughter echoing down the hall.
You sighed, running a hand over your face. âGreat. Now sheâs never going to let this go.â
Jungwon chuckled softly beside you, and you turned to look at him. His usual teasing expression was back, but there was something softer in his eyes now, something almost... fond.
âWell,â he said, his voice light, âat least weâve got a good story to tell, right?â
You rolled your eyes, but you couldnât help the small smile that crept onto your face. âSure. A great story.â
For a moment, the hallway was silent. You stood there, staring at Jungwon, and he stared back. His dark eyes seemed to search yours, like he was trying to figure out what to sayâor maybe he was waiting for you to say something first.
The weight of his gaze made your stomach twist, and your cheeks grew warm under the tension that hung in the air. You opened your mouth to say somethingâanythingâto break it, but the words wouldnât come.
Jungwon shifted slightly, leaning against the wall. His expression softened, the usual teasing edge gone, replaced by something gentler. âHey,â he started, his voice low and almost hesitant.
It was too much.
âGoodbye!â you blurted, your voice louder than you intended.
Jungwon blinked, startled, but before he could respond, you were already turning on your heel, speeding off down the hallway like a first-year trying not to miss the train to Hogwarts.
Your heart was pounding in your chest, and your soulmark tingled faintly under your sleeve, but you refused to look back. You didnât trust yourself to face himânot after everything that had just happened.
What was wrong with you? Why did he always make you feel this way? It wasnât fair.
âGoodbye?â Jungwon called after you, his tone incredulous but amused. You could hear the faint chuckle in his voice, and it only made you pick up your pace.
You turned the corner and pressed your back against the wall, out of his line of sight. Your hand flew to your chest as if that would calm the rapid thumping of your heart.
What was that? Why did it feel like every time you were near him, the air grew thinner, the world smaller?
You groaned softly, covering your face with your hands. This wasnât supposed to happen. Jungwon was your rivalâyour frustrating, irritating rival who lived to tease you and get under your skin.
So why did it feel like he was becoming so much more?
--
The crisp autumn air carried the comforting scent of butterbeer and roasted chestnuts as you strolled through the cobbled streets of Hogsmeade. It was your first free weekend in what felt like forever, and you were determined to enjoy it. Youâd already picked up a few books from Scrivenshaft's, a bag of Honeydukes' finest chocolates nestled in your arms, and had plans to end the afternoon with a warm mug of butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks.
It was supposed to be a peaceful day.
That is, until you heard the familiar sound of raised voices near the outskirts of the village.
At first, you didnât think much of it. Arguments werenât uncommon in Hogsmeade, especially with so many students running around. But as you drew closer, a nagging feeling began to creep up your spine.
You froze when you recognized the voices.
Jungwon and Soobin.
Heart pounding, you hurried toward the commotion, weaving through a small cluster of curious onlookers. The scene that greeted you was enough to make your jaw drop.
Jungwon and Soobin stood face-to-face, their wands clenched tightly in their hands. The tension between them crackled in the air like static electricity, and neither seemed willing to back down.
âIâm saying,â Jungwon snapped, his tone sharp enough to cut glass, âyouâre wasting her time. If you actually cared about her, youâd stop pretending you have a chance and leave her alone.â
Soobinâs jaw clenched, his usually soft demeanor hardening into something unrecognizable. âAnd what makes you think you have any right to decide that? You donât own her, Jungwon. Sheâs not some prize for you to claim.â
Your breath caught in your throat.
They were arguing⊠about you?
You took an instinctive step forward, but neither of them noticed you. Their focus was entirely on each other, the frustration and unspoken emotions theyâd been holding back for weeks finally spilling out into the open.
âShe deserves better than someone who doesnât even know what she wants,â Jungwon hissed, his knuckles white around his wand. âYou donât know her like I do.â
âAnd what do you know, Jungwon?â Soobin shot back, his voice rising. âThat youâve been dragging this on for years, pretending you donât care, only to step in the moment she starts looking at someone else? Youâre just jealous.â
Jealous? Jungwonâs expression darkened at the word, his lips pressing into a thin line. âJealous? Donât flatter yourself, Soobin. This has nothing to do with you.â
âIt has everything to do with me when you keep butting in!â Soobin snapped, his dimples deepening as his grip on his wand tightened. âFor once, stop acting like the world revolves around you and let her decide what she wants!â
The words hit like a lightning strike, and for a moment, Jungwon faltered.
âEnough!â
Your voice rang out before you even realized youâd spoken, startling both boys. They turned to you in unison, their expressions shifting from anger to surpriseâand then something close to guilt.
âJust what do you think youâre doing?â you demanded, crossing your arms as you stared them down. âAre you seriously fighting over me? In the middle of Hogsmeade?â
Neither of them responded, their silence only fueling your frustration.
âI donât know whatâs gotten into you two,â you continued, your tone firm, âbut Iâm not some object for you to argue about. I donât need either of you deciding whatâs best for me or who I should spend my time with.â
Soobin looked away, his shoulders slumping slightly, while Jungwonâs gaze remained locked on yours. There was something in his eyesâsomething vulnerableâthat made your stomach twist, but you refused to let it distract you.
âIf you canât act like the grown wizards youâre supposed to be, then maybe I donât want to spend time with either of you,â you said, your voice softening but still laced with disappointment.
You turned on your heel, clutching your bag of sweets tightly as you marched back toward the village square. The crowd of onlookers quickly dispersed, whispering amongst themselves as they returned to their shopping.
Behind you, you heard Soobin let out a frustrated sigh.
âThis isnât over,â Jungwon muttered, his voice low enough that he probably thought you wouldnât hear.
But you did.
For days after the argument in Hogsmeade, you stuck to your plan. You avoided both Jungwon and Soobin with a steadfast determination, pouring all your energy into your studies and prefect duties. It wasnât easy, not when they seemed to pop up everywhere you went, their longing glances and hesitant attempts to talk to you a constant reminder of the rift between you all.
But you were determined to teach them a lesson.
You didnât stop to acknowledge Soobin when you passed him in the halls, even when his usual cheerful greeting was replaced with a soft, âHeyâŠâ that trailed off when you didnât respond. You ignored the way his shoulders slumped, or how his dimples didnât show as much when he smiled at others.
And Jungwon? You didnât even glance his way during patrols, even when you could feel the weight of his gaze following your every move. You ignored the way your soulmark burned faintly whenever he was near.
It was torture.
Not just for them, but for you too.
You told yourself it was necessary. That they needed to understand how their actions affected you. But that didnât stop the ache in your chest when you caught Soobin sitting alone at the Gryffindor table during meals, his usually lively voice replaced by silence. It didnât stop the pang of guilt when you walked into the library and found Jungwon there, staring blankly at an open book, his jaw clenched tightly as he pretended not to notice you.
It hurt.
It hurt to see Soobinâs dimples fade, to watch Jungwonâs confident smirk replaced by a quiet stillness. And it hurt to know that you were the reason for it.
But you didnât stop.
Every time your resolve wavered, you reminded yourself of that day in Hogsmeade. Of the argument youâd walked in on, the way theyâd fought over you like you were some prize to be claimed. You reminded yourself that they needed to learn that you werenât theirs to argue over.
Still, the distance weighed on you.
There were moments when you almost caved. When Soobin would pass you a small note in class, his handwriting shaky but hopeful, asking if youâd like to meet in the library. When Jungwon would linger after patrols, his expression softening as he quietly said your name, only for you to turn away.
Each time, you swallowed the lump in your throat and pushed forward, ignoring the way your chest tightened and your soulmark burned.
But the worst moment came one evening during dinner.
You were sitting with your friends, trying to focus on the conversation, when you glanced toward the Slytherin table. Jungwon sat at the far end, his head resting on one hand as he absently pushed food around on his plate. His usual liveliness was gone, replaced by a quiet, almost defeated air that made your heart twist painfully in your chest.
Your gaze flickered to the Gryffindor table, where Soobin was seated with a group of his housemates. He was laughing, but it didnât reach his eyes. His dimples appeared faintly, but they lacked the warmth youâd grown so fond of.
For a moment, you considered getting up. Walking over to them, breaking the silence youâd forced upon yourself and them.
But you didnât.
Instead, you stayed rooted to your seat, gripping your fork tightly as you forced yourself to look away.
You told yourself this was for the best. That they needed to understand how much their actions had hurt you. But as you sat there, ignoring the ache in your chest and the burn of your soulmark, you couldnât help but wonder if you were hurting yourself just as much as you were hurting them.
You questioned if this was worth it.
You spent the next few days lost in thought, unable to focus on anything except the whirlwind of confusion inside your mind. The more you thought, the more questions piled up, each one more pressing than the last.
Did Soobin like you enough to consider it love? You could feel the tenderness in his eyes, the way he always seemed to know when you needed a laugh or when your mood shifted. His affection felt genuine, but was it love? Or was it just his natural warmth and kindness? You wanted to believe he cared for you deeply, but could you really be sure?
And Jungwon⊠You ran your fingers over your soulmark absentmindedly, tracing the faint burn that seemed to pulse with his presence. Was he drawn to you because of the bond you shared, or was there more to it? Did he really like you as a person, or was he just following the pull of fate, following the path that had been set for him? His actions made it hard to tell, and every time you caught a glimpse of his conflicted expression, you only felt more lost.
You sat in your room that evening, a blanket wrapped tightly around you as the cool air from the window brushed against your cheeks. You stared blankly at the wall, the weight of your thoughts pressing down on you. Youâd never been one to let yourself get overwhelmed by emotions, but right now, it was impossible not to.
What am I supposed to do? You couldnât keep ignoring them, couldnât keep pretending that it didnât matter how they were affected by your silence. But you also couldnât let yourself be pushed into a corner, forced to choose between them just because of some soulmark. You were so much more than that, werenât you?
The tears started without warningâhot, bitter drops that slid down your face as the realization hit. You had no answers. You had no idea what you were doing, what the right choice even was.
The room felt too small, the weight of everything around you closing in. You buried your face in your hands, trying to stifle the sobs that wracked your body. You were exhausted from holding everything in, from pretending that the pain of making this decision didnât tear you apart.
Why is this so hard? You thought bitterly, as the tears continued to fall, your vision blurring with each passing second. You hated this feeling. You hated that you could hurt both Soobin and Jungwon by simply existing between them, by trying to find your own way without causing pain.
You wanted to be strong, to find clarity, but all you felt now was the sting of uncertainty and the emptiness of not knowing where to turn.
You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, but your heart still ached, the silent cry you had been holding in for so long now finally spilling over.
How had everything gotten so complicated?
--
You had tried to go about your day as best as you could, despite the storm of emotions brewing inside of you. You needed a distraction, something to pull you out of your spiraling thoughts. But of course, the universe had other plans.
As you walked down one of the quieter hallways, lost in your own thoughts, you failed to notice the telltale signs of Peevesâ latest prank: a small, harmless-looking puddle of water on the floor. Or, what you thought was harmless. As your foot landed in it, the floor suddenly gave way beneath you, and before you could even react, a burst of confetti and loud horns went off above your head.
The water splashed up around you, and your foot slipped, sending you sprawling to the ground with a sharp thud. The confetti rained down on you, a mocking reminder of Peevesâ relentless mischief.
You groaned, pushing yourself up with shaky hands, the sharp pain in your ankle telling you that this wasnât just an embarrassing fall. You forced yourself to stand, wincing with each movement. It took everything in you to push through the pain, but you knew you couldnât stay there. You had to get to the hospital wing.
It felt like an eternity as you limped through the halls, your leg throbbing in protest with every step. But eventually, you made it. Madam Pomfrey immediately ushered you onto a bed and began checking you over. You winced as she poked and prodded at your ankle, muttering under her breath.
You had never been one to ask for attention, but it was clear you couldnât hide the injury, not when it was as obvious as it was. After Madam Pomfrey wrapped up your ankle and began to administer a pain-relieving potion, you closed your eyes, trying to relax. You really just wanted a moment of peace, to recover from everything.
But peace didnât seem to be on the menu that day.
The door to the hospital wing creaked open, and you opened your eyes to see both Soobin and Jungwon stepping inside. Their eyes locked on you instantly, their expressions unreadable. Soobin was the first to speak, his voice warm but laced with concern.
âHey⊠Are you alright?â he asked softly, taking a few steps forward.
You nodded, trying to smile, but the discomfort from your ankle made it difficult to do so. âYeah, Iâm fine. Just a little⊠well, you know, Peeves. Same old story.â
Jungwon, who had been standing a bit further away, finally moved closer. His gaze flicked from you to Soobin, then back to you, his jaw clenching just slightly. "Youâre really lucky you didnât hurt yourself worse," he said, his tone more curt than usual.
You didnât miss the tension between the two of them. The way Soobin hovered near you, his eyes full of concern, and Jungwonâs more guarded expression. The air between them felt thick, like the two of them were both trying to control the emotions they didnât want to express.
Soobin, sensing the silence hanging between them, cleared his throat and gave you a soft smile. âIâll make sure youâre okay. We can talk later, right? After you rest a bit.â
You nodded again, grateful for his kindness. âYeah, thanks, Soobin.â
Jungwon was still standing off to the side, looking like he was holding back a thousand thoughts he didnât want to share. He glanced at Soobin once more, before finally turning back to you, his expression softeningâjust a little.
âYou should rest,â he murmured, his voice almost hesitant.
You met his gaze, but before you could say anything, both of them stepped back.
After they left, the tension between them still lingered in the air. You could see it in the way they avoided eye contact, in the short, clipped exchanges they had with each other.
--
Your ankle had finally healed, and you found yourself walking through the hallways, your steps purposefully quick, but your mind racing even faster. You had spent days trying to sort through your feelings, to understand everything that had been happening. Now, you knew exactly who you needed to talk to.
You spotted him from a distance â standing by one of the doorways, lost in thought. It was as if everything else around you faded into the background. Your heart started to beat a little faster, and before you could second-guess yourself, you crossed the hallway and grabbed him by the arm, pulling him with you toward an empty classroom.
He stumbled for a moment, clearly caught off guard by your sudden action. "Hey, whatâsâ" he started, but you didnât let him finish. You pulled him all the way inside, closing the door behind you with a soft click, your breath quickening in your chest. The room was dim, the sunlight filtering through the tall windows casting long shadows on the stone floor.
When you let go of his arm, you stepped back, eyes not leaving his face. He blinked, his expression shifting from confusion to something more guarded, almost unsure. âWhatâs going on?â he asked, his voice quiet.
You took a deep breath, your heart pounding as you finally asked the question that had been eating at you for so long. "Jungwon," you began, your voice steady but laced with uncertainty. "What do you feel about me?"
His eyes softened, and for a moment, he didnât speak. The silence between you stretched, heavy with the weight of unspoken words. He seemed to gather himself, his gaze never wavering from yours, before he finally answered.
"I..." Jungwon hesitated, running a hand through his hair, and you saw the vulnerability in his eyes. "From the very first time I saw you, sitting there, waiting to be sorted into a house... I knew I wanted to get to know you. Even if it meant teasing you at first, I just... I wanted to be around you."
You could feel your chest tightening, the words he was saying hitting you harder than you expected.
He took a step closer, his voice softer now, almost like a confession. "But as the years passed, my feelings for you... they grew stronger. It was more than just wanting to know you, it was about needing to be with you." He paused, as if the weight of the truth was difficult to say. "Every time I saw you, my heart would beat faster. My palms would get sweaty. I couldnât stop thinking about you. And when I saw your Patronus... and I realized you were my soulmate, I was so happy. I thought everything was perfect." Jungwonâs gaze dropped for a moment, his voice turning quiet. "But then I found out you were hiding it from me. You kept it from me, and it hurt, more than I can explain."
You wanted to say something, to tell him that you were sorry, but you waited.
"As much as it hurt, my love for you didnât change. It only made me want to be with you even more, to be the one who gets to be with you. But..." He glanced away briefly, as if gathering his thoughts before looking back at you with a pained expression. "When I saw you with Soobin, when I saw you laughing and being so close with him... it hurt. I couldnât help but feel jealous. I wanted that to be me, not him. I wanted to be the one making you smile like that."
The words hung in the air, thick with emotion, and you felt your heart twist. The truth was out.
You took a shaky breath, your mind spinning with everything he had just said. "Jungwon..." you whispered, not sure what else to say.
His gaze softened, and for a brief moment, he looked like the person you had always knownâthe one who had been by your side all these years, even when you didnât realize it. "I just want to be with you."
Your heart raced, the weight of his words sinking deep inside you. It was a confession that you had been waiting to hear.
Jungwon took a step closer, his hand reaching out slightly, as if unsure whether to close the distance between you.
You reached up without thinking, your hand trembling slightly as you cupped his cheek, your fingers brushing against the warmth of his skin. The contact sent a wave of emotions crashing over youâuncertainty, longing, but also an overwhelming sense of rightness. For a brief moment, the whole world seemed to pause, leaving just the two of you standing there in the quiet room, hearts racing in sync.
Jungwonâs eyes searched yours, his breath coming in shallow bursts. You could feel his pulse beneath your fingers, and something deep inside you whispered that this was the moment. No more hesitations, no more confusion.
Before you could second guess yourself, you leaned in. His breath caught in his throat, and for the briefest second, it felt like time stood still.
Then your lips met, soft and hesitant at first, but it didnât take long for the kiss to deepen. It was as if the world around you melted away, leaving only the connection between the two of you. Jungwonâs hands moved quickly, finding their way around your waist, pulling you closer against him, the warmth of his embrace a comforting anchor.
You responded in kind, your arms sliding up to wrap around his neck, pulling yourself even closer. The kiss was both gentle and urgent, a mixture of emotions that neither of you had fully expressed until now.
Your soulmark burned to life beneath your skin, the familiar warmth spreading through you in a wave, almost like a gentle hum.
You broke the kiss just enough to look at him, your foreheads resting together as you caught your breath. Jungwonâs eyes were dark with emotion, his lips slightly swollen from the kiss. He was staring at you as if he had just found something he had been searching for all this time.
"I never thought it would be like this," you whispered, your voice thick with the emotions you couldnât quite put into words.
"Neither did I," he replied softly, his hand gently cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin. "But it feels... right. Doesnât it?"
You nodded, your heart fluttering in your chest as you leaned back in, your lips meeting his again. The kiss started softly, a gentle exploration of each other's mouths, but soon it grew more intense.
Jungwon's breaths became heavier, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he held you close, your hands entwined in his hair.
Suddenly, with a surge of strength, Jungwon lifted you up, his arms around your waist, and set you gently on the desk behind you.
As you landed on the desk, your arms instinctively went underneath Jungwon's Slytherin robe, your hands finding the warmth of his skin. You could feel the muscles of his back as he held you in place.
Jungwon's kisses became more urgent, his tongue teasing and exploring, as if he couldn't get enough of you.
You, feeling the intensity of Jungwon's kisses, decided to playfully pull back, your lips curving into a mischievous smile. As you withdrew, Jungwon's lips followed, his eyes sparkling with a hint of surprise.
"You like that, do you?" you teased, your voice soft and filled with amusement. "Can't get enough of me, huh?"
Jungwon's lips curled into a grin, a smile of mischief. "I could kiss you all day," he replied, his voice low. "Your lips are like a drug, and I'm addicted."
You giggled, a sound that was both playful and inviting. "Well, you better not overdose then," you said, your eyes sparkling with mischief. "Or we might have a problem."
Jungwon's grin widened, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours gently. "I'll take that risk," he murmured, his breath warm against your skin. "Because being with you is worth any risk."
You melted into his embrace, your arms slipping around his neck, inviting him to continue the dance of kisses. Jungwon's hands, which had been roaming your body with a possessive touch, now caressed your cheeks, his thumbs tracing the curve of your lips.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice filled with admiration and adoration. "And your kisses... they drive me wild."
His touch was gentle but insistent, like he couldn't quite get enough of you, and honestly, neither could you. Every kiss, every caress sent a thrill through you.
His lips trailed to your jaw, then to the sensitive spot behind your ear, making you shiver involuntarily. "I never thought it would feel like this," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "Like... everything Iâve been waiting for, all at once."
You smiled softly, your hands sliding down to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart, matching your own. "I never thought it would happen, either," you whispered back. "But Iâm so glad it did."
Jungwon pulled back slightly, looking at you with eyes full of wonder, as if seeing you for the first time. "You make everything feel right," he said, his voice a tender confession. "Like Iâm where Iâm supposed to be."
Your heart swelled at his words, and you leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "I feel the same way," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "I think I always have."
For a moment, you both just stayed there, caught in the magic of the moment, the silence between you full of understanding and comfort.
Then, with a soft laugh, Jungwon pulled you closer again, his arms wrapped securely around your waist. "I think weâre going to be just fine, donât you?" he said, his lips brushing against your forehead.
You nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. "Yeah," you whispered, your voice filled with certainty. "Weâre going to be more than fine."
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Forced roomates or forced to be lovers?
University series: Jungwon Jake
*pairing: popular pervy gamer Heeseung x popular cheerleader
*trope: forced roomates/opposites attract
*synopsis: Heeseung, a slightly introverted nerd but popular in the world of video games and in his computer course, with a passion for video games, and Y/n, the most popular cheerleader on campus, they find themselves sharing the apartment due to a mistake in the allocation of rooms. They could not be more different: he loves to spend sleepless nights in front of the monitor with always in hand a bowl of ramen, immersed in role-playing games, while she lives between exhausting training cheerleaders, evenings at the various parties of the football team and stories on Instagram. Initially the two barely bear each other, but a series of funny and intimate events will lead them to discover that, perhaps, they complement each other.
*tags: A lot of humor, tension, fluff, spicy, pervy Heeseung, a little pervy reader, Unprotected sex (donât horny ppl) pet names (Barbie, Baby, Good girl), pet names (Nerd, Loser), jealousy, teasing, possession, references to video games, cowgirl, +16,sweet moments at the end.
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Itâs the first time i write explicit scenes so i hope you like (đź)
Heeseungâs room at that precise moment was full of mathematical forms and calculation sheets and various drawings of characters he invented, you could hear only the noise of the joystick and the various clilc he made in the mouse, with his excellent score in all subjects in the computer course and being one of the best video game players in the state, Hee had the chance to register for an online tournament for only nerds and professional gamers lasting a few months and the first 3 who had unlocked the level "Queen" they would have received a reward from one of the largest video game production companies and only 3 people would have had the chance with funding from the university and this video game production company to create their own virtual game, but he would not have imagined that his life at that exact moment could change with the entry into play of a noisy Cheerleader, who spent hours in their shared bathroom to make masks or to prepare to go out and tease him from morning to night.
He heard loud punches at the door of his apartment and when he took off his headphones he thought that those punches meant only one thing, His friends Jake and Jay had finished football practice and had come to disturb him or eat a cup of ramen together but when he opened the door he choked on his own because he found himself in front of a girl in a mini denim skirt and tight t-shirt with I ⥠HOT BOYS, Blonde as a ray of sunshine with a bright smile and a scent that left a sweet trail every time she shook her long tail of hair and with a bag of lacquered leather that had to cost more than her computer and a pink suitcase. It didnât take a genius to figure out who he was. Y/n, one of the strongest cheerleaders on campus and perhaps all other universities, a marketing student and undisputed queen of the campus. She organized the best parties and seemed to always have the answer ready for any situation.
"Hey, i know youâre a nerd and you donât deal with girls but are you listening to me instead of looking at me like iâm an alien?" Heeseung fixed Y/nâs shirt and felt the cheeks slightly redden when he read the entire I ⥠HOT BOYS writing and looked at how well it wrapped the shirt slightly tight in the breast of the girl in front of him.
"Youâre kidding me, right? What if you are one of those perverts who come to the instant only at the sight of a girl in a slightly tapered T-shirt and a skirt? Did you hear what I just said a few seconds ago?"
Finally Y/n heard the voice of Heeseung «I donât even know what youâre talking about Barbie, i think youâve got the wrong apartment» replied Hee with an indifferent tone, returning to his room to continue his game of League of Legends. His online teammates were already complaining about his afk.
âBarbie? Are you serious?" Y/n entered his apartment and like a puppy followed the nerd and went into his room and stared at him with a mixture of contempt and disbelief.
"The lease says this is also my apartment and you will be my roommate for next year, Lee Heeseung."
Heeseung froze when he heard that sentence. He paused the game, ignoring the barrage of insults he was receiving in the gameâs chat, and turned to her. «Wait. What would your apartment be like? This is my room for...now a year and in the option, i always put that i did not want roommates and then the other room sometimes I need!»
"Well, now that room will be mine. My parents bought the whole student building and the only apartment where there was only one person was yours. Congratulations, nerd. Youâve got the roommate of your nightmares or maybe your most perverse dreams" You whispered these last words near his ear and then you went to get your pink suitcase and to disturb your roommate I played one of the songs that you were supposed to dance on the football field for the beginning of the new season and sang until your room was slightly "Decent" and clean to your standards.
It was two weeks since the beginning of the partnership and you couldnât stand Heeseung, he was a serious pain in your neck, You didnât understand how he had so many followers in his profile and so many girls who commented on his life or who added edit about him while playing. Some girls stopped you to ask if he was engaged or if you had taken part in watching him in one of the many tournaments he did. You really hated that nerd especially when you found empty bowls of ramen around the apartment, colored electric cables scattered around the sofa, and Joysticks of shapes and sizes of verse scattered as well in the laundry but the thing you hated most was that he played until late at night and started laughing with his virtual friends at those stupid games or tournaments you always heard about.
The hatred was mutual also on the part of Heeseung, the cheerleader with whom he shared the apartment had monopolized the bathroom they had in common hair dryers, plates with strange shapes, tricks that cost more than the food she ate, glitter, and also bought a kind of mini refrigerator to put his masks or creams for skin care. Heeseung didnât understand how everyone was following him or how he had so many friends or guys to go out with but the thing that he couldnât stand about you was being perfect with everyone from the professors, To your friends, family and how you thought you were always the center of attention.
That late afternoon you and Heeseung were both in the apartment, trying to study business but as always when there was Heeseung at home there was never silence. You snorted and went into Heeseungâs room and watched him sitting in the gamerâs station with his hair slightly ruffled around the professional headphones, he had a slight grin but the thing that struck you most were his hands.
God since when did that boy have such attractive hands? They were large, slightly veiny, and wore a silver and black ring that sometimes tortured them for anxiety or maybe to wait for the next level, you recovered from that state and went near the desk.
Heeseung had noticed you but he didnât want to give you the satisfaction of being in the center of attention and kept on wielding his joystick even though he was about to start a game. âCan you turn that down? Iâm studying." Heeseung watched you speak, a slight puff came out of his lips as he took off his headphones and wore them around his neck. «What do you want, Barbie?»
"I said if you can please turn down that volume, Iâm trying to study."
«And you can stop occupying the bathroom for three hours or sprinkling blue and gold glitter in the bathroom? The other day while I was training, i found a flurry of glitter in my gym shirt, and some thought i joined your flying spinner team!» He answered, not taking his eyes off the monitor while dodging a zombie.
Heeseung looked at you with those little deer eyes put his headphones back on and kept talking to his friends as if youâd never even entered his room until he saw you go under his table for a second and sit between his muscular legs, when you sat down you sunned yourself to look at him and observed the small ones that filled his face. Hee stood still for a moment, caught unawares, but he recovered immediately.
«What are you doing? Do you want to sabotage me? You canât go to one of the many little friends» he asked with a somewhat grumpy tone. You wanted to take him by surprise and see how long it lasted not to give your attention
"Iâm just checking your level of concentration. Donât tell me Iâm the first girl to sit over your legs or do this. You know, as an experienced cheerleader, I enjoy distracting nerds like you." Y/n moved slightly above Heeseungâs legs and watched him straighten his hair perhaps out of frustration or embarrassment.
Heeseung laughed slowly, trying not to show her that she was slightly in awe of the blonde sitting almost above her length.
«You know, I knew that I was a temptress and that I had no fear of anything Y/n but spoiler does not scare me either because Iâm used to going into video games of wars, zombies, demons, etc» Y/n started laughing and looked at Heeseung
"How do you know those animated things are scary? Let me see Iâm curious, nerd."
Heeseung pressed a button and an unsettling scene appeared on the screen: a dark corridor, distant moans, and a shadow creeping slowly into the bloodshot view with eyes out of its sockets. Y/n barely jerked, unintentionally clinging to Heeâs shirt.
"What the hell was that monster?" she exclaimed, opening her eyes wide as a zombie made a chilling sound and hurled itself toward the screen. Hee burst out laughing, holding the controller with ease. Oh, I thought cheerleaders were not afraid of anything. What happened to your courage?» Heeseung looked at you carefully and thought you were not as bad as his mind had painted you but he would never tell you
Y/n turned around, pretending to be upset. "Iâm not afraid! Itâs just... I didnât expect it."
«Yes, Barbie. You were shaking like a cat in the rain.»
"I donât tremble! and Iâm not a coward, if I was afraid I would not be thrown by human beings for air as work," said Y/n, straining his shoulders in a theatrical move. " If you want, Iâll take the controller and Iâll kill that thing."
«Oh, yes? please, come in. Letâs see the cheerleader against the zombie. And it has nothing to do with people blowing you up Barbie, if youâre not used to a little horror youâll always be afraid» You felt Heeseung whispering these things to you and where was the nerd from before who was in awe with you sitting between his legs?
Y/n took the controller with determined action and started playing. Hee looked at her with a restrained smile as she moved nervously through the virtual corridor. «Why are you moving like that? No need, your character does not follow you! If youâre doing it to get my attention all on yourself Barbie did it, so stop moving between my legs and rub against my length because you will never win the level» You hated how that nerd made you feel. The tension increased with each step and suddenly a zombie broke down a side door with a scream. Y/n shouted and almost threw the controller.
"YOU NERDS ARE CRAZY. THIS IS A GAME FOR PSYCHOPATHS!"
Heeseung laughed so hard he couldnât breathe. «Youâre incredible! You screamed louder than the zombie! Oh my god, it would have been iconic if it had been live streaming» Y/n stood up how angry but at the same time scared, and ran into his room until he heard Heeseung yell «I have all the cards in hand too win this game between me and you, not play with fire that sooner or later you will burn. Sweet dreams, Barbie» hit your face with your hairy pillow and Lee Heeseung in all the languages of the world.
It was almost a week after that little clash with Heeseung and for two whole nights, you had not slept properly for your standard because you always had in mind those horrible images of zombies with eyes out of the orbites.
«You are a little tired and less energetic Y/n, is everything all right?» Chan asked one of your groupâs dancers and one of the few athletes you trusted to get you thrown in the air
"Yes, itâs all right Iâm just a little tired of the exams and the selections we would have in the middle of the year. I would like to try to run as captain for the new year and thatâs why Iâm creating a choreography to run" Chan arranged the sheet you had on your head and smiled at you
«Please do not ask too much of yourself Y/n, The genta thinks this sport is nonsense but I would not want to see you again bandaged and in the hospital while crying because you could not move your leg or because your mind had made you think that you were not perfect for this sport and skipped meals or hours of sleep»
"It wonât happen again Chan, now I go home and make a good hot ramen and a nice hot shower to get all this sweat away and sleep until tomorrow morning at 10" Chan smiled at you and brought the bag until you were under your apartment
«Take care of yourself Y/n, and if you do not ask your roommate to prepare a nice basin of hot water for your feet and make ramen, Every time I get videos of Heeseung on Twitch or Tik Tok always has a bowl of ramen" the smiles and when you came in you raised your eyes, God because everyone saw Heeseung as the perfect boy and not as a loser who spent hours and hours playing those stupid games.
When you entered the apartment scientists immediately it was cold enough for your taste and on the sofa there was Heeseung who was watching a TV series to your great surprise he wasnât playing any of those games and this thing made you alarmed because he always spent the evening At least 3 hours to laugh with his friends. Perhaps he had understood that you needed a good evening without hearing him giggle or hear from his headphones moans of zombies just killed or guns.
"Why arenât you playing? Donât tell me that all your friends have you pulled little and you have no one here to shoot or play" Heeseung raised his eyes and continued to eat and pay attention to the TV series he had put on the TV.
"Hey nerd, you listening? why is it so cold in here Iâm going to ask you again why youâre not in your room?" Heeseung suddenly stood up and stood in front of you, you hadnât looked at how he was dressed and had two sweatshirts and some sweatpants that he never wore inside the apartment because it usually made more than 20 degrees but now it must have been just over 10 degrees.
«The heating system of the whole building is out of use for a couple of hours and before the day after tomorrow will not be adjusted Barbie, for that you see me dressed so stuffed. Youâll have to take a cold shower today or you could call some of your friends and get them to host you» You jumped onto the sofa and made yourself slightly tiny in Heeseungâs eyes
"today is a day to forget in the sense of the word, I did not pass an exam and at Cheerliding I made mistakes I do not know how many steps I would just like to take a nice hot shower, eat some good ramen and put myself to bed warm" Heeseung looked at you and I made him a little pity where the girl had gone always exuberant, cheerful and that played music to the ball and that danced for everything?
«Relax for the ramen I can think of it, I am a master in doing so and if you want I can heat water and put it in baccinelle. I know it wonât be as relaxing as taking a shower with a full hot water shower but at least you can wash yourself and get rid of the sweat from your training»
Heeseung a little amazed and speechless, I did so with my head and you watched Heeseung prepare the ramen for you and even put an egg to you to be seasoned more.
«Here is the ramen, I hope you like it you would have made it with more ingredients but itâs been 2 days that I did not go to the grocery. Now.. Yes, Iâll make you some hot water and bring it to the bathroom. Come and see me when youâre done and leave the dish that I washed» You were seriously surprised by this version of Heeseung, is it not that maybe he suffered from some kind of bipolar disorder? Or was this the real Heeseung that everyone loved?
When you finished eating you went to the bathroom and prepared 4 basins of boiling water in the sink you had also put on a plush over-stuffed sweatshirt and a small smile formed, what is happening to Heeseung because he was so good today with you?
The shower with the basins had not you relaxed at all but at least you were washed and no longer had that smell of sweat, when you left Heeseung was no longer on the sofa, you wanted to thank him for both food and hot water and then knocked on his door.
"Heeseung" From the inside, you heard the familiar sound of the keyboard and a few nervous clicks of the mouse. And you heard his answer distractedly because he was concentrating on some computer calculations
«Yes? What is it?»
You entered without waiting for an invitation and crossed your arms for the cold. God, why is it so cold in this house? You wanted to ask Heeseung to share the bed so you could at least stay close and get a little warm but we are always talking about Heeseung the guy who loved to tease you and make you go crazy. Heeseung looked up, noticing his oversized t-shirt and his sweatshirt on the girl in front of him, he would never admit it but you with his clothes made him feel things that he should not think about you, He always wanted to see you with his things and a side of possessiveness intruded into his body. The sight of you made him swallow noisily, but he strove to keep a neutral expression.
"I wanted to thank you for the food and the hot water... I thought maybe we could share the bed. Just to keep warm. Just for this evening, I called my parents and they told me that tomorrow morning the technician will come. In my room it freezes so I thought to ask you" You had a fake smile shy, you wanted to absolutely embarrass him as he did while playing together with those stupid horror games
Heeseung opened his eyes wide and his mouse slipped out of his hand. God wanted to put him in awe
«what?! I donât trust you at all Y/n, I know that after making you scared with that game you want to crash me» You raised your eyes to the sky, as if it were the most normal thing in the world, man this guy had understood you immediately but you kept insisting
"Oh, relax. Itâs not an indecent proposal. Except that I would never do anything with you, youâre not my type Heeseung. Itâs pure survival. Weâll freeze both or keep company and sleep together and warm up a little"
Hee rubbed her neck, embarrassed. He has no idea how to respond. Share the bed with Y/n, the most popular girl she knows. Heâs never even been this close to a cheerleader... and now he has to share a bed but the thing that pissed him off was that phrase that said he wasnât his type at all. Who wanted Y/n in his life? a stupid boy who made him feel nothing or he who always teased her and had seen how she reacted when she sat between her legs that was a little embarrassed also.
Heeseung moved nervously to make room on the bed, trying not to think too much about it as she tucked herself under the duvet with disarmingly natural ease. Y/n sat down next to him and made his feet touch his legs against his
"Youâre made of wood, you know? Donât tell me itâs the first time you've slept or that youâre in bed with a girl, nerd" you joked with Hee to embarrass him a little
«Sorry, I donât share my bed every day with some girl»
"Really? You wouldnât know it, you can even admit that youâve never slept with someone you know" he slowly grinds, moving closer.
Heeseung was definitely tired from the constant grip of the cheerleader so he took off his sweatshirt because he was definitely dying from the heat in that situation and he lay down in bed and spread his legs a little because he did not want to feel Y/nâs legs intertwined with his. Y/n had leaned with an arm and was absorbing it and without thinking embraced the piece of wood next to her and a scent of citrus and spices invaded his nose, Heeseung seriously had a slender body but at the same time toned and felt from the shirt that he had strong abs, not bad for a nerd!
«Y/n, what did you take me for? for your giant teddy bear that you have in your room?» You laughed because even if you could not stand it sometimes it was nice to be in his company.
"Mmm, no my teddy is definitely sweeter and nicer than you, nerd. Iâm hugging you because Iâm cold and your temperature is too hot to not have the heat on" Heeseung ran his hands through his hair and turned off the lights, for a couple of minutes he no longer heard Y/n speak, and thought she had fallen asleep but before talking about the devil they sprang horns, felt the cold fingers of Y/n go under the shirt and roll them up their bare abs, He felt little shivers all over his body and cursed the heating not working.
«Y/n, stop it I know what game you are playing with me, I will not fall into your trap» you started to laugh even if he had turned off the light could imagine that he had slightly red cheeks and definitely had that super cute grumpy. You also put your other hand on its narrow waist and tried to go a little lower but a strong hand stopped you and now you had your arm over your head and Heeseung slightly above you holding himself with one arm.
«I repeat it again Y/n, I have all the cards in hand to pottery beat, if you are in need of attention go to your friend's football players, or swimmers with whom you do evening but not with me because otherwise, I could ruin you in an instant» You snorted and shoved Heeseung into the other side of the bed and you sunned yourself with your shoulders turned to him. "Sooner or later you will lose Heeseung, and I know for certain that it will be me who will make you lose your head" A small smile formed on your lips before you fell asleep.
Heeseung woke up a little later that morning, you were out of bed, you had gone to study somewhere or to work out. When he went into the bathroom and looked back he started to ride but I swore in all the languages of the world because you had left him a red lipstick stain with your lips engraved on his cheek and the more he tried to send away that joke, the harder it was to remove.
That Saturday went all wrong, the university football team had lost badly and even the show you had prepared to make the majors identify you as suitable to take the place of captain was a mess. Some freshmen had it all wrong and you were seriously pissed off and wanted to just smash yourself in ice cream and finally spend hours under the jet of boiling water they had repaired.
When you came in, you slammed the door of the apartment, with a face tense from anger. You dropped your bag on the floor with a thud. It had been a nightmare day. During the show before the match, a couple of girls continued to make you miss all the shots, and the coach took it with you in front of everyone because if you wanted to become the captain you had to be perfect and able to support also freshman line.
You were about to head for your room when you heard laughter coming from the living room. Heeseungâs familiar voice is clearly distinguished, and also that of Sunghoon one of his closest friends who was skating, and there was also another athlete Jungwon but along with them, there was also a girl. Y/n stood on the threshold, crossing his arms.
On the two chairs, there were Hoon and Jungwon, instead Heeseung was sitting with legs apart, bent forward to look at the screen and see how he smiled or squinted at Heeseung. She was way too close. She had Sunghoon in the same room who was one of the most beautiful guys Iâd ever seen, but no she was attached to Hee.
"Well, look at that, our gamer has found someone who gives him a go," you commented in a deliberately sharp tone.
All turned to her. Heeseung seemed surprised, but he recovered immediately and saw that it was past 10 in the evening so the game had ended a long time ago. «Hey, Barbie. Difficult day? donât tell me that the football team lost» he asked, with a smirk, and raised your eyes to the sky.
"Oh, donât worry about me. It seems like youâre having enough fun already."
The girl next to Hee laughed, and for some reason, that sound irritated you more than it should have. <<If you want I can leave my place Y/n>> says Jungwon with a genuine smile, man how much gold would have paid to have as a roommate a person like Jungwon always nice and sociable with everyone that loser from Heeseung?
"No, no, quiet Jungwon Iâm going to take a nice hot shower and some healthy skincare for my skin. I already greeted you all because I donât know when Iâll get out of that bathroom" You went to the bathroom and felt the look of Heeseung in your body covered only by a shabby skirt and a light sweatshirt but you scrolled away all the slacks with a nice warm bath.
After almost two hours you left the bathroom in your pajamas and at the door, Heeseungâs friends were getting ready to go home, you were preparing a calming herbal tea but you watched the first girl named Luna greet Heeseung with a hug and then with a shy kiss on the cheek. That scene made you even more angry against the world, from what point did you get annoyed by girls around that nerd?
"Really, Heeseung? Bring people here without telling me? And then that girl... who the hell was she? We agreed that when I had a show when I came home I wanted to be at peace"
Heeseung stood in the middle of the living room, an eyebrow raised but with a funny look
«Does it bother you that I had friends here? What should I say when you take your best friends to make your beautiful pajamas that scream or speak of everyone or is it only Luna who has bothered you because you have always made enough friends with all my friends?» You looked at the nerd in front of you and crossed your arms.
"Donât be smart. I hate that you donât even have the decency to tell me when you bring people. Arenât we roommates?"
Hee barely smiled, a smile that seemed to know long.
«You and I are roommates, so why do you seem so... jealous and upset by the presence of Luna?» You looked at him furiously, approaching a few steps.
"Me? Jealous? Of you? Donât make me laugh, you know youâre not my type."
«Then why are you so agitated?» he replied, standing up to approach you. Heeseung not only looked beautiful but also his height was perfect, you always liked tall guys and he with his 1.83 compared to your 1.65 was overtaking you. You felt the tension grow between you two. you approached again and pushed it slightly with a hand on your chest.
"Maybe because I canât stand when youâre bragging about your "friends," I saw how comfortable you were and how you flirted with her. You pretend to be the "good guy" of the situation but we all know that underneath you love seeing girls lost for you"
Heeseung looked at you for a few seconds, then shook his head with an incredulous grin.
«You know what? Youâre unbearable when you do that, what is it you want to always be the center of attention barbie? the world does not only revolve around you»
"Oh, stop it, youâre so annoying from the first day that I set foot in here with your little smirk cheeky" you answered with your face now a few inches from his.
Heeseung was definitely tired of your spoiled behavior and even as a child he did the last thing he expected to do but he wanted so much to silence you and put you in your place. You felt yourself by the wrists and Heeseung gently slammed you against the island of the small kitchen.
«Stop» he said in a rock and still voice. You looked at him wide-eyed, ready to reply, but the words stuck in your throat when he leaned over and kissed you. The kiss is initially decided, almost to silence you, but then it becomes sweeter as if he was also surprised by his own boldness. You were slightly still for a moment then you relaxed and carried your arms around his neck and brought him closer to you. You felt his big hands under your ass and in a few moments he made you lean on the kitchen island and began to kiss you again or not devour you «Fuck, the only way to make you shut up is this Barbie? , if I knew it before I would have made you quiet in other ways, Y/n» You absolutely wanted to reply but when it detached from your lips he plunged to give light kisses around the clavicle until reaching your neck, a little moan came out of your lips when it began to torture you a small section of your neck under the ear, you felt that it was licking and then biting. Your coach would kill you if she saw some suckers but at that moment you were too much at the mercy of Heeseung and what he made you try; "Hee, stop torturing me I canât be seen with a" You did not stop talking that you sucked strongly another area of your neck and pulled as much as possible his hair.
What you were doing was absolutely nothing normal but you felt too excited to stand between him, you felt Hee come even closer to you and you perceived its hard length in the pants of the suit she wore, You tried to approach him and touch him but he took your arm and brought it back to the shed.
«I donât give a fuck if your coach tomorrow sees you with some pacifiers and donât try to touch me, I donât let the bad girls put their hands on me, and this evening you were a bad girl rather you behaved like a child and spoiled» You felt the big hand of Heeseung to slightly bloom your pants and felt your panties slightly wet and Heeseung had an expression that you had never seen perhaps victory? His hands made little circles over your pajamas but never took them off because in his eyes you were definitely a bad girl that night without thinking touched your pussy and stimulated you until you felt that from there you would come like a loser with both pants and panties around, You leaned on him and when you felt that you were coming to the climax but he detached and looked at you with all red cheeks.
"It canât be, youâre really an asshole Heeseung" Heeseung looked at you with a grin and whispered to you «We are already 2-0 for me Barbie, when will you start to understand that with me youâll burn yourself?» You watched him drink a glass of water and then go to his room as if he had not almost made you come in your underwear and as if you did not exist.
It was a week after those kisses, either Y/n tried in any way to avoid Heeseung and the thing was mutual with him as well. His best friends Jay and Jake had invited him to the last half-season game and with him were Hoon, and Jungwon, But he did not realize that before the game there was the show of the Cheerleaders and in front of his eyes there was Y/ n who was warming with other dancers both male and female. He watched her carefully trying to do a handless somersault and after a few seconds Chan one of the best and most famous dancers on the entire campus took her by the hips and made her lightly jump off the ground and put it over his shoulder, He knew that Y/n was good because she spent hours and hours training but did not think that she had so much charisma and ease to make such a lot of acrobatic. Heeseung looked away from the beautiful cheerleader for a moment and saw Sunoo take it back and give him a hint with his thumb.
"Why are you filming Y/n?" Sunoo looked at the oldest boy in the group with a smile and continued recording
<<Iâm making some content for her teamâs tik tok and Instagram profile, she asked me the day before yesterday when I saw her in the library>> Heeseung looked at Y/n smiled at Chan, and hugged him slightly, Why did you ask Sunoo to be your little filmmaker and not him who lived on technology? And then why did he embrace Chan so often, relationships between athletes were forbidden but a sense of jealousy took hold in Heeseung, and watched from the edge Y/n field that he was fixing his makeup.
Y/n for her knew that Heeseung was watching her since she had left the locker room but she would not give him his attention for anything in the world because he was seriously an asshole.
<<Your favorite nerd can not take his eyes off you for 20 minutes and is throwing me some hateful looks as if he tried to kill me with an axe or a virtual gun>> You wake up to the joke of Chan and you squatted to pretend to lace your shoes and sunflowers Heeseungâs head and eyes were watching you and you saw him turn all red when you caught him looking at your ass even though it was barely covered by a short skirt the smiles and I made the mark of 2 with my hands because he was still ahead between you two but in added a 1 because even if he did not want to admit it would also sacrifice a game of those stupid tournaments to have you and to make you his, He winked and was petrified to watch you enter the locker room to give the charge to everyone and to start the show before the half-year game.
The game ended in a beautiful victory and you came home to take a quick shower, put on makeup, and dress up for the winter party. When you entered the house there was nobody and it seemed so boring and at the same calm, there were no screams of Heeseung, the laughter of his friends, There were no sounds of gunshots or moans of evil characters and this thing made you a little bit sorry you didnât want to admit it but by now you were used to all that mess and see the apartment empty and without the blue lights of the computer or smart tv, you put a little sadness. When you left the bathroom you felt a delicious smell coming from the kitchen and at that moment you did not think that Heeseung could return so soon, You went to the kitchen, and Heeseung when he saw you dressed as you were, looked at you with a furious look but at the same time, he saw that it was hard to take your eyes off of how he wrapped your short skirt, a light crop top sweater and on your feet you had black loafers with ankle warmers.
«Where do you think you are going dressed like that? you studied all this morning and this afternoon you trained and not even two hours ago you blew up I donât know how many times, Itâs not better to ask for a break from your body and stay at home» watch Heeseung from the mirror you had at the entrance of the apartment with a grin and sprayed a little perfume and set up your cheerleader bow in your straight hair
"Wow, someoneâs in a bad mood didnât you like the show or the game? Iâm going to a party. You know, those social things that normal people do for fun, to drink, to chat, or maybe to be in the company of a nice guy or girl!" You squinted at Heeseung and he had his arms crossed to his chest and wouldnât stop staring at you «I know what Barbie parties are, just donât understand why you have to dress like..» you approached him and looked at him with a smile, maybe for the first time in your life you had the knifeâs handle on your side the nerd in front of you was seriously jealous.
"How what? A girl who knows sheâs irresistible and wants to go out and have fun with her friends? How should I dress to go to a party, certainly not with a pair of sweatpants or a sweatshirt" Heeseung looked at you attentively and saw him blush as you pressed your breasts to her strong chest and flushed from that little touch with your body.
"Relax, nerd. I can handle the compliments myself. You donât need to worry." You took your Chanel bag and went to the door and looked at Heeseung leaning against the wall with that adorable little grumpy and his deer eyes that didnât leave a moment. " Donât expect me awake. I might be late or not even come home."
Heeseung when he saw you leaving the house and leaving a sweet scent whispered «Oh, I will wait for you Barbie.»
When you came back to the apartment it was around one and a half at night, I took off my boots and sighing for fatigue went to your room but before entering I saw Heeseung sitting on the bed wiping his hair wet with a cloth, He had just come out of the shower because there was that citrus scent coming out of the bathroom and you raised a eyebrow curious to see him still awake, if you had made it clear to him that he could go to sleep.
"Why are you still awake? Didnât I tell you not to wait for me? Donât tell me you were worried about me and that you wanted to see me safely back home without anyone."
«I admit it I was just worried and wanted to see how you yourself said that you would come home with your legs»
"How sweet. I didnât know you were so protective." You put your bag on the desk and sat down on the edge of the bed watching Heeseung while he rubbed his hair and stared at you with sneaky eyes Your legs were almost completely uncovered and how he showed you the curves especially your breasts that sweater shrunk
«Itâs not protectiveness. Itâs frustration. I canât understand why you enjoy teasing everyone... including me. What do you want Y/n?» a small smile came out of your lips and to Heeseungâs surprise you put on horseshoes in his toned legs and carefully dried the hair half gone for how many times he had passed the cloth to dry them while waiting for you
"Am I the one who provokes? One week ago you almost made me come in my pants and then you left like a loser without completing the work." Heeseung tried to put his hands on your hips but you took his big hands and placed them over his chest, "Donât dare touch me until I tell you, the last time I was acting jealous or maybe like a child but this night you were the loser of the situation that in order not to admit that you wanted me you left me to go to a mega boring party"
You helped Heeseung to take off her shirt and a little whistle came out of your lips "How can you have such a physique and not show it off?" You began to slowly rock over its width felt it under you become harder and harder and you started kissing its neck until you reached below the navel. Heeseung had dreamed of this moment from the first time he saw you enter his apartment, he would never admit it but masturbated even thinking of you and was seriously afraid to come if you would continue to swing with that miniskirt that now let you all the thighs uncovered and saw your black panties in lace.
«I need to hear you somehow or show you that Iâm not a loser as you think Y/n, please let me make you feel good and let me finish what I had started; I hate to pause the gaming games the same thing goes for you Barbie» Heeseung with reddish cheeks and eyes half-shiny desire and gently laid you down in his place and bent down to make you feel good, you made the sign to take off your skirt but he did no head and a grin formed in his face «I want to make you come with this skirt of a bad girl and then you will take my dick» you were seriously shocked by Heeseungâs words that you wanted to tease him again but your voice stopped when you felt the fingers slipping into your still-dressed slot and Heeseungâs slightly wet hair buried under your skirt, You jumped at him as you felt his middle finger and ring slide down your pussy while with the other hand, he suddenly took off your panties in a provocative way. He looked at your panties for a moment and then dived back under your skirt and you felt her finger on your palm clit with her thumb. You crave the feeling, of holding tight to his arms, the longer he pleased your clitoris, the sooner you would lose control of yourself and that was what Heeseung wanted, to see you lost to him. And in the end, you were just giving in to what your body wanted: rubbing against that annoying nerdâs hand, you felt his fingers get inside of you for good, and little moans came out of your mouth.
«Fuck love to hear your moans, and groans for me Y/n, make everyone feel who is fucking you and who is ruining only with two fingers inside of you, I can not wait to see you ride my dick and be able to have you finally mine»
You pulled Heeâs hair and small moans came out of your mouth as fast as her fingers went inside you at that moment.
"Hee, I need" fuck was nice to be filled by his long fingers. You felt his fingers curl inside, and you closed your mouth with your hand, afraid to wake up anyone who was sleeping. Annoyed, Heeseung pulled his hand away from you and admired you as you had your mouth open, hair in his bed, and were standing up for him and not one of those stupid athletes who came after you.
«Come for me baby, donât be shy» felt that you taunted your clitoris again and came moaning again the name of Heeseung, The nerd under your skirt slowly tasted the mess that had caused you and tasted your shiny white cum that polished your pussy. When he got up he looked at you and leaned to give you a little kiss on the forehead «Good girl», after a while you got your arms around Heeseungâs neck and kissed him with a hunger for him and pushed him back into bed and rode over him to his cock.
"I need you Heeseung" The guy in front of you interrupted the kisses you were giving and looked at you with a shy and sincere smile, «Fuck tell me that Iâm not dreaming Y/n, itâs months that I want you close around me, for me this is not a game Y/n» You smiled at Heeseung and took off the light sweater you had and the boy in front of you cheeks turned red and took off your breast-holder with nonchalance and immediately took a bud from your breast and with the other hand held you and tickled the other breast.
"Not for me either Hee this is a game, I want it" A little moan came out of you when he sucked slightly your nipple and a little spit went down your left breast repeated this thing also with the other. You really needed him so you lowered his pants and at the same time boxer shorts and saw his cock semi-erect, caressed him slowly but after a while you started to pump him slightly, It was beautiful to see him swearing under the sensation of your warm hand, slowly pumping it and observing the way his tip leaked copiously liquid.
«I thought of you I donât know how many times in these months in this exact position...» mumbles, slightly shivering, «please Y/n, I need you» A little laugh came out from your lips, you had never seen Heeseung in this state and it was only thanks to you.
"You know weâre tied right now Heeseung, you seem so desperate for me right now. If you want fuck meâ. he sent you a charming smile before pulling down your hips with that slutty skirt still on you; he wheezes sweetly at the feeling of your pussy flying around her tip, already able to feel your exhaling excitement before you finally slowly sink over him.
"Fuck, oh shit Hee" You were seriously ecstatic by the length of Heeseung inside you, and slowly you moved to let it in and out so that your bodies lined up and went at a rhythm.
«God you are so tight» You felt his big hands under your ass and brought you even closer to him and you put your hands over his back to ride it harder. «Who is fucking you so well, Barbie?» You felt again his thumb rub your wet pussy as you took his cock up on the ground and hit exactly your G-spot to make you moan his name. " You, Hee, only you Heeseung"
Heeseung began to leave open-mouthed kisses along the column of your throat, climbing up, climbing up until finally reaching your ear, leaving a kiss behind it before whispering: «You are mine and from this moment I will not share you with anyone»
By the time he pushed back in you could already feel the tears ticking your eyes: youâre loud and cheeky in your sounds as he starts hammering you again because he knows itâs coming soon and he wanted to feel your body again, you felt your back curl from the way Heeâs hand started to rub your clitoris again, you could only groan softly for feeling, Allowing him to play with you as if you were his own game or even worse his favorite toy.
"Hee, Iâm close."
«Come for me Barbie, I want to feel and see you with my sperm in all your beautiful pussy that right now is taking my cock»
Finally allows herself to come inside you, you can hear Hee sibilate softly for the sensation, triggering her orgasm while you whimper for all the sensations you had experienced thanks to that loser of your roommate. Youâre hot and full to the point that itâs already started to leak out, and Heeseung swears heâs never seen a better show, and youâre burying your head in the hollow of your neck.
You felt Hee give you a little kiss on the head and then on the forehead and put you lying in her bed and after a few seconds of silence she went to get you some warm clothes and cleaned you from her cum and put you her clean boxers and her crumpled nerd t-shirt and brought you to my bride in your bed, Your cheeks were seriously all red and maybe you were also agitated because now things would go with him?
When he put you under the covers you saw him lay an arm around your waist and look at you smiling softly move a rebellious tuft from your face around your ear give you a light kiss on the cheek and lay down with his head leaning close to your neck and crossed your legs. You were seriously surprised by his attitude but maybe underneath he also felt emotions like a classic twenty-year-old boy and you embraced him a little timidly because you had never seen this act of Heeseung.
«We are 3-2» You started again with your joke but in your head, you were 2-2.
"What did I do this time to get you back in the game? It seems we are still 2-2" You felt his nose close to your neck and started laughing, he did not want to admit but for him that three were you. He would be able to skip a session of video game tournaments to make you happy and maybe he was falling in love with you but he would never admit it if you didnât do it first, because the weak point of the situation was him not you.
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BF!JUNGWON | HEADCANONS
such a first love type of boyfriend
he's super clingy, like he's always holding your hand, putting his head on your shoulder, kissing your cheek/forehead
def the type to send you pictures throughout the day of where he's at or what he's doing.. etc
might die if he doesn't talk to you at least once everyday
has a playlist full of love songs that remind him of you
loves to go one little walks with you ( morning, night, afternoon, all the time frl )
helps you out with whatever ( helps you put on a necklace, ties your shoelaces, zips up your coat, etc )
will stay up for as long as you need just to listen to you talk
aggressive kisses lmao ( like when he's trying to wake you up, he'll give you a bunch of aggressive little pecks )
lays his head on your lap and asks you to stroke his hair ( eventually falls asleep )
lets you poke his dimples as much as you want
opens doors for you we stan a gentleman
likes to see you wearing his hoodies ( i just know they're so comfortable and smell good )
unable to hang up on you, you guys end up calling for hours because he just can't bring himself to hang up he doesn't want to
loves to watch you just exist (?) like he'll watch you get ready in the morning, talk, do your work, everything basically
likes to play with your fingers when he's stressed or bored
talks about you to his grandmother so much like frl she might know every detail about you before even meeting you
best boy ngl !!
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HABITS ⶠENHYPEN HYUNG LINE
( M.LIST ) â± f! reader đđđ skinship fluff crying headcanons + scenarios lowercase intended âââ s. little habits the enhypen hyung line has when dating you
heeseung : stuffing his face into the crook of your neck. he absolutely loves doing this, especially on days where he misses you a little more than usual. it's a habit that always makes butterflies swarm in your tummy each time he does it. heâll do it on any random occasion, whether it's him getting jealous over a random guy at the convenience store or just simply doing it just because he wants to be physical with you.
âhi baby,â he says, snaking his arms around your waist from behind as he watches you make the final touches of your makeup, observing you through your vanity mirror. âyou almost done, pretty?â
you hum in response, meticulously applying your lip gloss. you feel heeseung let out a breathy sigh against your neck, seeing as his head found its spot against the skin of your neck. you giggle at his intimate action as he places small, gentle kisses on the side of your neck. âhee, iâm finished.âÂ
he mumbles into your neck mindlessly, inhaling the perfume that he gifted you not that long ago. âyou smell niceâŠâÂ
âthank you baby,â you say, giggling at his compliment as you watch him intently through your mirror. âhee we have to goâŠweâre late enough.âÂ
â5 more minutes, baby. i can't seem to pry myself off of you.â he mumbles into your neck, continuing to nip at your soft skin.Â
jay : back hugging you. he loves doing this to you, especially after getting off of work and coming back to you finishing up dinner for the both of you. like heeseung, however, heâll do this at any given moment. you could be checking yourself out in the mirror, making sure your outfit looks nice for your date with jay, until he comes in the room to give you a hug from behind.Â
you were smoothing out your dress, running a hand through your hair as you looked at your figure in the mirror. jay was waiting patiently on your shared bed, scrolling on his phone mindlessly.Â
âjay,â you say, grabbing his attention immediately. he hums in response, looking at your standing figure through the bedroom mirror. âdo i look okay?â you ask intently.Â
he stares at you, as if mesmerized by your beauty (he was, for the record). you see him get up and walk over towards you in the mirror, his arms wrapping around your waist as interlocks his hands with yours. âyou look more than okay, love. you're beautiful.â he says, placing a kiss on your cheek, making you smile wider than ever.
jake : giving you random kisses throughout the day. jake cannot live without your lips on his. this man is obsessed with your lips and he looks forward to kissing them every waking moment. he truly cannot go a day without kissing you, otherwise heâll go crazy. you could be doing absolutely anything and heâd go up to you just to plant a kiss on your lips. or when he's in a super playful and energetic mood, heâll attack you with kisses all over your face, making it impossible for you to focus on your show.Â
âjake!â you say between laughs, desperately trying to pull away from his kisses. you both were at home, quietly enjoying each otherâs company until he decided to come out of absolutely nowhere to attack you with his lips. âthat tickles! stop!âÂ
âno! you've been watching gossip girl for far too long now! pay attention to me!â he replies, smothering you with kisses on your forehead, cheeks, lips, and down to your neck.Â
âja-â you start, before getting interrupted by a messy kiss on your lips. though it wasn't a peck this time, but rather a long and more intense kiss than the ones he's been giving you. you melt into his lips, completely forgetting about the current scene playing on the tv. when he pulls away, he grabs the remote that sat on the armrest of the couch, turning off the tv. âwill you pay attention to me now?â he asks, pouting. you giggle softly at his cuteness.Â
âyes jakey, i will pay attention to you.â you say, pulling him down by his shirt to kiss him once more.
sunghoon :Â rubbing your waist & the sides of your hips. like the rest of the boys, he loves rubbing your hips and will do this to you at any given moment. though, he mainly does it when you're stressed or overwhelmed to calm your nerves. heâll walk up to you when he notices your face is buried into your hands, clearly showcasing how anxious you feel over uni.Â
âhoon i just don't know what to do-â you cry, your face against his chest as his head was atop yours, whispering âi knowâ as he runs a hand through your hair gently. his arms encased your body, rubbing a hand against your back to soothe you.Â
âyou're alright baby, i'm here.â he says, planting a kiss on your head. he looks down at your crying figure, carefully grabbing your chin to tilt your head upwardsâforcing you to make eye contact with him.Â
his arms run down your short figure, his hands moving to you the sides of your hips, palms rubbing against the bone. âyou're fine, my love. you're fine.â he says reassuringly. he watches as you wipe your tears, catching your breath as he continues to rub your sides. âyou'll be alright.â
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nishimura riki đđââË
âáą. .áąâ in which you underestimate how clingy your boyfriend actually is, he loves cuddling and kissing you sm :(
genre: FLUFF, fluff and more fluff pairing: bf!riki x fem!reader wc: 1.4k
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it wasn't your first time sleeping over at riki's place. at this stage in your relationship it had become almost routine, you were able to walk around his apartment as if it were your own.
you were currently in the bathroom, just having finished showering. it wouldn't be unusual for you and riki to shower together, however he insisted on doing the dishes left over from dinner while you got the shower all to yourself.
the soft fabric of his shirt felt even better against your skin after you'd cleaned yourself. his smell immediately enveloped you, leaving your lips curled upwards in a smitten smile. why bring your own pjs when you could just wear his clothes? you hummed along to the faint song playing from your phone as you grabbed your toothbrush and got to work.
about a minute had passed, you were so immersed in brushing your teeth and listening to the music that you barely registered a pair of strong arms wrapping around your waist slowly. your head shot up, only to see riki's tall frame hugging you through the mirror. his face was lazily buried in the crook of your neck, leaving stubborn strands of his hair to tickle your skin.
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"ki, i'm busy" you murmured, the words muffled with the toothbrush and toothpaste still in your mouth. you had to lean a bit more forward to reach the sink, since riki had pulled you flush against his chest.
"don't care, missed you" he hummed against your soft skin quietly, he loved how amazing and fresh you smelled after the shower.
you laughed softly in return, you were gone for a maximum of 20 minutes, plus you'd already spent the whole day together. yes, you knew your boyfriend was clingy but somehow it never ceased to surprise you. was this the same man that acted cool and closed off around his friends? you rolled your eyes in endearment, and you knew he'd probably start complaining if he saw it. not like you minded it one bit, you thought his soft demeanour was absolutely adorable. (you don't tell him that, he hates being called cute)
riki tugged at your waist gently, urging you to hurry up without words. "c'mon, stop being impatient" you scoffed and smiled, though he was too busy to listen, distracting himself by kissing your shoulder and neck softly.
the toothbrush was discarded in favour of your skincare products. riki's ears perked up at the sound, finally drawing his attention to what you were doing. his face turned from hopeful to disappointed, were you seriously planning on making him wait even more by putting stupid stuff on your face? not on his watch.
you reached for the first product, but your hand never made it. you let out a surprised yelp as riki picked you up in one swift motion and threw you over his shoulder like you weighed absolutely nothing.
"riki!" you whined in protest, though you knew it was no use. you watched helplessly as he grabbed your phone and strolled out of the bathroom like it was the most normal thing ever. "i need to do my skincare! put me down." you tried sounding firm and strict, but failed comically.
"nah" his grip on your bare thighs was firm, before he practically threw you in his bed. riki didn't waste a second, he climbed in next to you and yanked you against his own body, knowing you might try to escape to finish your nightly routine.
his arms snaked around your waist once again, tight enough that there was no chance of you escaping from him, but also mindful not to hurt you. you groaned, feeling a little irritated that you wouldn't be able to finish your skincare. though it was impossible to stay mad when you looked down and saw your boyfriend cuddling you like you were a damn teddy bear. his long ass legs were now tangled with yours too.
"you're so annoying..." you murmured quietly, your voice lacking any real conviction. the words contrasted with your actions completely as you wrapped your arms around his neck and idly played with strands of his hair.
riki felt like he was in heaven. if it were up to him, you would never leave his bed ever again. he loved the way your small body fit perfectly against his, as if you were made just for him. your skin was soft and warm, making you his personal heater. he could feel every soft rise and fall of your chest, along with the faint sound of your heartbeat.
his hands began to wander mindlessly, slipping under your shirt (his shirt to be precise) to caress the bare skin there. you shivered slightly when you felt his feather light fingers trail down your spine, moving over the curve of your backside and stopping at your thighs to rub them gently.
your unfinished skincare was long forgotten now, all you could focus on was how good his touches felt. it was as if you could feel the love and care behind every single one, even when he was so tired and quiet. you thought your heart might burst from the amount of affection you had for him in this moment.
riki groaned softly when your fingers involuntary tightened in his hair. you removed your hands from his dark locks and cupped his face instead, gently pulling his face up so you could look at him. his messy bangs covered his eyes, but they seemed to be extra round right now as he looked up at you adoringly.
you were no expert on feelings but the look in his eyes made your stomach churn with a sudden rush of butterflies, you swore you could see hearts in his eyes. for a moment you were breathless, just staring at his pretty face.
he slowly inched closer, taking advantage of your distracted state to press his pink lips against yours gently. no matter how many times you kissed, it always made your heart race and your brain feel all fuzzy. his cheeks were warm and soft under your fingers, and time seemed to stop completely around you two.
you weren't sure how much time had passed as you were completely tangled against him, your lips moving each other leisurely. riki's hands wondered yet again, trying to caress and touch as much of your skin as he could, he absolutely adored every inch of you. every time you pulled away a bit for air, he would wait a second at most before diving right back in. the action made you smile against his lips, making your heart beat fast yet again.
minutes later, he pulled away and switched to pressing soft kisses across your face. your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, he didn't leave anything without a gentle smooch. you couldn't help the dumb smile that was plastered on your face, you closed your eyes and quietly let him do as he pleased. one of your hands detached from his cheek to once again stroke his hair.
riki opted to leaning back a little to appreciate your cute face, a faint blush visible on your cheeks. he poked your side lightly to get your attention, making you open and jokingly narrow your eyes at him. "what?"
"nothing. you look pretty." he smirked, hoping to see you become even more flustered, he loved having that effect on you. knowing you were just as affected by him as he was by you.
seeing his smirk, you decided to tease him a little. "i'm gonna go finish my skincare." you announced abruptly and shifted, moving out of his arms as if you were actually about to leave the bed. to nobody's surprise, riki immediately pushed himself up and tugged you right back against him.
"you're not going anywhere, don't even try to leave." he playfully glared at you and pulled you so you were laying under him, caged between his arms.
before you could tease him further, he laid directly on top of you, crushing you with his weight. you let out a groan/laugh and nudged his shoulder, but he wouldn't budge.
"ki! i can't breathe!" you whined, wriggling under him in an attempt to get him to move. unfortunately for you, riki made absolutely no effort to get off you.
"looks like you're having a seizure, i might need to give you mouth to mouth so you don't die." he smirked yet again, and leaned down to kiss you before you could protest or complain.
safe to say, you didn't do your skincare that night. though, feeling his lips against yours was a damn good alternative.
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đ nerds do it best
pairings : nerd bf!jungwon x reader
synopsis : when your bf comes to class with a new look
note : this is sort of a long one !! not too sure how i feel about this one, i couldnât get to the point honestly but i still hope you enjoy my rambling !!
You made it to your classroom a little earlier than usual but it doesnât bother you much since youâll be accompanied by your boyfriend jungwon. You and jungwon usually walk to school together since you guys live in the same neighborhood but different streets. He wasnât answering your messages or calls which made you a little worried. Heâs always the one to do those things but today it was the other way around and he doesnât answer? weird. There was a possibility that he went to sleep later than usual so thats ultimately what you thought.
After getting your things out for class, you decided to go to the bathroom and stroll a bit before class since again youâre way earlier today. Soon or later you arrive back to your classroom and basically everyone is in there seats talking waiting for class to start in about a minute or two but wheres jungwon? He hasnât taken his seat next to you, let alone even arrive since the desk and seat were both empty. You decided to send him a message again in hopes heâll respond.
you : class is starting, where r u???
hello jungwon?
baby?
With no luck and class starting you had to put your phone away and just hope heâll come in later. While waiting for him you were having a hard time focusing worrying about him but the sound of the classroom door drew you out of your daydream. There he was. Jungwon..but your smile on your face turned into surprise and confusion when you see he now has..BLONDE HAIR?? AND ITS CURLY???
Jungwon apologizes for coming in so late and makes his way to your seat with a cheeky yet embarrassed smile. âhi babyâ he quietly giggles putting his stuff down and looks up to you only for you to be completely shocked. âalright class we have nothing left for today so you may talk quietly till your next periodâ the teacher says to which you immediately turn to jungwon and ask âwhen did this happen?!â you say as your hand reaches up to his hair and run your finger through it softly. âjust last night..thats why i came in to late, i finished at around 2â he says and you notice just how tired he was with how slow he was talking and his eyes seem heavy.
âit looks really good on you tho. makes you even more cute and hotâ you say completely mesmerized now that you can fully process it all. His now blond hair, glasses, his cute smile and beautiful eyes. It made you fall more in live with him. âwhy donât you lay down and rest for the remainder of the class hm?â you ask him. He just hums and nods as he scoots closer to you and lays his head down on your arm thats on the desk and wraps an arm around your waist not forgetting to take off his glasses so they donât get damaged.
The whole time he was sleeping, you were running your fingers through his hair softly and rubbing his back softly at times hoping to soothe him and make sure he gets enough sleep to make it through the rest of the day. Surprisingly tho his hair was still super soft even after possible heavy bleaching. You had to ask for his hair routine..
Throughout the rest of the day, you couldnât take your eyes off of jungwon. Which wasnât hard since you were together in all your classes AND sat next to each other. âyouâre staring yk and youâre gonna miss everythingâ jungwon says with a cheeky smile as you stare at him with heart eyes. âi can just have your notesâ you say in a trance looking at him. He giggles at your state but continues taking notes knowing he will indeed give you his notes.
By the end on the day, you took basically no notes. You were completely focused on one thing and one thing only. Jungwon. The second you guys step foot outside, you immediately jumped on him and gave him a gentle yet tight hug and started peppering his face with kisses. âAHHHH youâre such a pretty boy. ily ily ily!!!!â you say and by now jungwons face was quite red. All the attention youâve been giving him today was amazing yes. He loved it. But it was too much for his heart to handle, so it was easy for him to fold in front you. âi love you too but can it wait till weâre out of everyone elseâs view?â its not that heâs embarrassed about you showing your love to him. Itâs the fact that hes so red right now. Thats whats embarrassing.
Too bad for him, that didnât stop you. You made it all the way home, hand in hand, you going on and one about how his new look was absolutely perfect on him. âstay at my house for a bit?!â you said excitedly knowing heâd say yes and end up sleeping over. Thank goodness it was friday. âwhen do i ever decline to that inviteâ he smiles as you lead him into your house all the way to your room.
You both change clothes, him always having clothes left over at your house to the point you bought extra drawers just for him for how often hes over and you changing into one of his sweatshirts and your sweatpants. You decided to stay in your room and watch a movie. Immediately you pull him onto your bed, he got closer and laid on top of you, head in the crook of your neck. âso..what do you truly think of my hair my loveâ he smiles tiredly sort of knowing what youâre going to say.
âomg i love it. it looks absolutely perfect on you and the glasses too. you look so cute yet so hot. I LOVE IT!!â you ramble about how good his new look is. He smiles into your neck happy you like it. âreally? cuz i didnât think it looked good at all, felt really weirdâ he voiced out his worries a bit. You this whole time had your fingers running through his hair, moved in closer to him if that was even possible and gave him a kiss on his head. âno i think anything you do, you will always look handsome in my eyesâ you smiled into his hair. âi love you jungwonâ you move some hair from his face. âi love you too prettyâ he leans up a bit to give you a quick kiss on the lips then back to his position falling asleep almost immediately. Blonde jungwon will forever have you weak in the knees.
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when they say "stop doing that" - enhypen
pairing: enhypen x gender neutral reader genre: fluff au: established relationship warnings: swearing, enha boys are down bad (and kinda cringe), slightly suggestive for some(?)
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