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slytherinshua · 2 years ago

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LOVE LESSONS

genre. fluff. mutual pining. whc1 w/o the angst au. warnings. they're both whipped. pairing. sieun x fem!reader. wc. 2.6k. (wish it was longer damn) request. no. a/n. happy birthday @yeonjuns-redhair i love you so so so so much you'd better enjoy it 🔪

Sieun hadn’t taken much interest in girls during his life. Other than the fleeting first crush he had when he was fourteen, girls had been the last thing on his mind as he focused all his energy into his grades. But there was just something about you that Sieun couldn’t ignore. Without realising it, he was falling head over heels in love with you and he didn’t even have the courage to speak a single word to you.

You sat a seat up from Sieun one row over, a spot which allowed him to admire you silently whenever he wanted (which was increasingly becoming the only thing he wanted to do). Whenever the window was open on a warmer day, the breeze would always reach your hair and blow in just the way to take Sieun’s breath away. He had become an expert at pretending to be absorbed in his notes like he always was, but his gaze always found its way to you eventually.

The first person to realise was Sooho.

“You like Y/n or something?” Sooho teased, dropping into the seat in front of Sieun, making him look up from his notes which hadn’t been added to in the past 20 minutes despite the pencil in his hand.

“Is it obvious?” Sieun said in a panicked voice, eyes glancing over the mostly empty room just to make sure no one was listening.

“Given that she has the power to take your attention away from your studies, I’d say so.” Sooho pointed out, grinning.

“What do I do?” Sieun sighed, dropping his pencil, dropping his head into his hands.

Sooho leaned back in his seat, pretending to think, “Ask her out, obviously.”

Sieun’s eyes widened, “What?”

“What?” Sooho echoed.

“I… I can’t ask her out.”

“Why not?”

Sieun flushed, “...She’s too good for me.” He mumbled.

Sooho raised his eyebrow at this, “Oh, you’re more whipped than I thought.” He gave Sieun a lopsided grin, finding the younger boy adorable. “Let me guess, you’ve never had a girlfriend before?” Sieun shook his head. “Don’t worry,” Sooho nodded as he spoke, “I can help you.”

“How?”

“Private lessons.” Sooho concluded, standing up and patting Sieun’s shoulder before walking out of the classroom. Sieun stared at him as he left, feeling the anxiety rising and he tried to gulp it back down.

Sieun’s first “private lesson” took place the next day. As he worked his part time job at the restaurant, Sooho gave all the advice he had to Sieun. Most of it went right over the smaller boy’s head, but he tried his best to at least write it all down on a notepad. He would need all the help he could get in order to even approach you, so he studied diligently.

“Figure out what she likes first. If she likes strawberry smoothies, buy her a strawberry smoothie. If she likes stuffed animals, buy her one. But be nonchalant about it, like you just happened to know that it was her favourite. Girls don’t like it when boys are obsessed with them.” Sooho explained as he sorted cans of soda.

“Am I too obsessed with her?” Sieun said suddenly, halting the movements of his pen.

“No, no, don’t worry about that. She’ll love you, you’re very lovable once you open up.”

“What if she doesn’t?”

“And what if she does? Stop overthinking it and write down what I say, okay?”

Sieun left that first lesson overwhelmed. He had never thought so hard about how much eye contact to make or what pick-up lines to use. He was starting to feel like maybe he couldn’t do this. You were way out of his league and didn’t even know he existed. He was stupid to even try.

When he arrived at school in the morning, his head felt as cloudy as the sky outside. It was encroaching on a darkness but still clung to the cusp of a light grey. The clouds swirled around and hid the sun, a harsh breeze shifting the leaves on the trees.

Sieun opened his backpack to get out his notebook, but his attention was immediately drawn to a small bottle of mango juice. Sooho must have stuck it in. He grabbed it and found a sticky note with unmistakably Sooho’s handwriting scrawled on it.

I heard from her friend that this is her fav— remember what I told you ;)

Sieun sighed and peeled the sticky note off of the bottle, recalling all the steps Sooho had meticulously given him the previous day. Act cool, don’t try too hard, don’t act interested at first, etc.

Sieun busied himself with studying for the next hour, waiting for when you arrived to class so he could give you the juice. You walked in with a boy beside you and Sieun’s heart sunk. His eyes flickered between you and the boy who was clearly clinging to your side. Sieun thought that maybe you looked uncomfortable, but he didn’t know for sure. He just forced himself to look down at his paper, missing the way you instinctively looked at him, a mixture of disappointment in your face.

Sooho offered Sieun a ride home after school, eager to know if he had successfully made a move on you. “Did she like the juice?” Sooho asked brightly, passing Sieun the motorcycle helmet.

The other boy was silent as he put it on, still processing his disappointed emotions. Why did it make him feel like he was about to explode seeing someone else so close to you?

With the long pause, Sooho was quick to pick up on what had happened, “Don’t tell me you didn’t give it to her?” Sieun nodded quietly, affirming Sooho’s suspicions before sitting down on the motorcycle without another word. Sooho sighed and joined him, turning on the engine with a loud rev and entering the lane on the road.

You had known Sooho since your 5th birthday. He was that one kid who no one really knew why they were invited to the party, but ended up being the star anyway. He had caked you in the face on your 7th birthday as a prank, and now it was a tradition at every birthday.

No one was really aware of how close you two were, since you didn’t spend much time talking at school. Sooho was always sleeping and you were always spending way too much time being distracted by the most beautiful eyes- studying. You were studying.

It had been months of your studying being rudely distracted by this… certain someone, and your grades were realistically suffering because of it. You needed to do something about it, and luckily for you, Sooho was friends with this boy. It was like the stars had aligned.

“Sooho!” You sat down loudly at the desk in front of the sleeping boy, earning a tired groan as the boy attempted to wake up from his slumber.

“What?” He rubbed his eye lazily, waiting for you to bring up what was so important as to interrupt his precious sleep.

“I need to confess or else my grades will crash and burn.” You said dramatically, much to the confusion of the boy in front of you.

“Who are you confessing to?” He asked groggily but a bit more alert than before, thoughts of Sieun’s failed confession running through his brain immediately. What if you liked someone completely different? Should Sooho still encourage Sieun to confess to you?

“Sieun…” You muttered weakly.

“What?” Sooho’s eyes brightened when you repeated Sieun’s name in clarification. “I have a plan.”

Sooho’s plan was the most absurd thing you had ever heard. How the heck was randomly showing up to Sieun’s apartment going to achieve anything? What did he expect you two to do? Eat dinner?

Sooho had dropped you off 30 seconds ago and sped off on his motorcycle before you could figure out exactly where you were and bombard him with questions. He didn’t give you any instructions, any pointers. All he said was that Sieun had something to drink. You were confused and a little annoyed and scared. You would probably embarrass yourself in front of Sieun and then that would be the end of it. You wouldn’t have the courage to even look at the boy ever again.

You hesitantly knocked on the door since Sooho had threatened you in case you chose to run away instead of doing anything. As the door opened, you were faced with the pair of eyes that you expected. You watched as shock flickered over them.

You could practically melt right then and there just from looking at him. You had never actually seen him in clothes other than his school uniform, and while he looked good in it, he looked infinitely better in this; a soft crew neck and sweatpants. You could only imagine how comfortable it would be to hug him or even cuddle-

Your thoughts were shut down when Sieun spoke, a little timidly, “Do you want to come in?” His voice was soft like it always was. He never really talked much. Even when answering questions in class, he spoke in as few words as possible. You couldn’t lie, you found it endearing.

You nodded and walked through the door, finding the apartment unsurprisingly clean. You took off your shoes, staying in just your socks. Sieun tried to look for a spare pair of slippers to give you, but the only pair was his dad’s which were comically too big for you.

You gave up the search and walked to the couch to sit down. You could feel this warm feeling in the air, like some simmering tension. It wasn’t uncomfortable, in fact, it gave you the slight sensation of butterflies in your stomach.

Sieun sat next to you on the couch but not too close and you were both silent. You weren’t sure what to say or where to start. You had asked Sooho for help with confessing, but it would seem too abrupt to start with that. You wanted to warm up to Sieun first, though you weren’t sure how long you could wait before the words fell out of your mouth.

“Do you want a drink?” Sieun asked and you smiled. So Sooho wasn’t lying with that part.

“What are the options?”

“Uh…” He dropped his head, thinking for a second before running to the small fridge and pulling out a bottle of mango juice, “You like this… right?”

You nodded, “Yeah, I do.”

Sieun’s lips turned up into the cutest smile you had ever seen in your entire life. You felt like you were floating on clouds from the elated feeling. You made him smile.

Once you had received a glass of mango juice, the conversation started flowing a bit easier. You talked about school and hobbies and your favourite foods. Though Sieun didn’t say much, you could tell he was always listening to what you were saying. That was a bit unusual to you. You were always used to being ignored or thought of as obnoxious when you talked, so you rarely felt comfortable saying what you wanted to. With Sieun, however, you felt like you could say anything and he would listen.

It was late in the night and Sieun was preparing a small dinner for you both. He had been overwhelmingly kind and considerate that you felt your will to not confess being slowly withered away. You were about to crack, you could feel it. As soon as he did one more thing to make your heart flutter, you would have to spill it otherwise you were sure you would explode.

Your resolve was finally broken while you were eating. You were sitting across from Sieun on the floor, food spread out as best as Sieun could make it. You had a small bit of sauce on the corner of your lip, and before you could notice yourself, Sieun had leaned across the table and wiped it off gently with his thumb.

Your cheeks flushed pink at the touch. You were lucky you didn’t have any food in your mouth otherwise you would’ve probably choked. You were stunned, staring at the boy in front of you. And then he smiled as if he was shy but happy to help. You could see his ears had turned pink at the tips, and then finally your mouth was spitting out words before your brain could catch up.

“I like you, Sieun.”

“I’m nervous I’ll do it wrong.” Sieun whispered, head dropped to look at the floor. You could see his cheeks a bright red and you were sure that your boyfriend was the cutest thing this world had ever created.

“You won’t be able to mess up cuddling, I promise.” You reassured him.

“But I’ve never done it before… What if-”

“You’ve hugged me before.” You cut him off. He nodded. He had hugged you, many many times. He wanted to hug you right now. “It’ll just be like a prolonged hug… except more relaxed.” You understood how the thought of cuddling could feel daunting for him. He had been touch-starved his entire life. “I’ll show you how it works, but… you need to come here first.” You giggled and patted the spot next to you on the bed.

Sieun’s face flushed more and he joined you carefully, scooting next to you. You grabbed his wrist and tugged him even closer to you, “It’s hard to cuddle when there's a gap between us.” You explained with a smile.

You decided it would be best to make the first move, so you wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your cheek on his chest. He was even more comfortable than you could’ve imagined, and you wondered why you hadn’t done this before. He smelled clean and calming, your nerves instantly becoming soothed by being so close to him.

He had tensed up at first, not sure how to respond and hyper aware of how fast his heart was beating. You were so pretty and the fact that you were hugging him so closely? Sieun would probably never recover. He figured that wrapping his arm around your shoulder would be natural, and he soon discovered that the position was 10 times more comfortable that way as you snuggled even closer to him.

“Your heart is beating so fast… Nervous?” You mumbled, peering up at him with a small teasing smile.

“Yeah…”

“Me too.” You whispered, a smile growing as you could feel both your hearts beating at the same fast rate.

Sieun was an excellent cuddler, he just didn’t realise it. He naturally started rubbing your arm in a soothing way until his hand travelled up to your hair and started playing with it. You were sure you would become addicted to cuddling him after this. Maybe you would ask him to cuddle with you everyday…

“Can I kiss you?” You asked suddenly. Sieun’s hand stopped playing with your hair.

“I… I’ve never-”

“I know. Me neither.” You said shyly, “It just… seemed like the right moment, but if you don’t-”

“I do. I really really do.” He said firmly and smiled a little. Your heart was already melted from the cuddles, but it was as good as evaporated at the sight of his smile.

“Okay.” You cupped his cheek cautiously before leaning in, not quite touching his lips, waiting for him to lean in as well. He pressed his lips to yours softly, timidly moving them in case you were uncomfortable or he was doing it wrong.

Sieun was an excellent kisser as well.

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niki-phoria · 2 years ago

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HELLOO i would like to req sieun x confident/extroverted male reader!

i saw from your recent story about how sieun may like to hold hands when in a relationship , so could i possibly request a scenario whereby m!reader hold hands with sieun and he gets embarrassed about it! you can add actual plot if uw , but thats what i got :))

sieun never actually smiles so i'm gonna use jihoon gifs instead skdslk

pairing: kdrama!sieun x male!reader (he/him pronouns; masc reader) genre: fluff word count: 846

includes: established relationship, maybe weird ending (??), not proofread forgive me

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i hope you like it :))

feedback is always appreciated <33

a soft sigh escapes you as you shift to sit up a little straighter in your chair. you sleepily blink a few times in an attempt to wake yourself up as you continue reviewing your notes. your hand aches from hours of diligent notetaking and your neck burns from how long you’ve been hunched over.

sieun pauses momentarily, eyes shifting from his textbook to look at you before he continues. you rub a hand against the back of your neck as your pencil rolls to the side. you stretch your arms out before crossing them to create a makeshift pillow; leaning your head against your forearms.

“you shouldn’t lay like that,” sieun comments. his hand never stops writing and his eyes remain fixated on his still-open textbook, but his attention is completely on you. “it’s bad for your neck. at least bring a pillow or something next time.”

you resist the urge to complain as you push your notes away and lean back against your chair. your attention shifts from sieun’s barren dining room to the boy himself. his fringe perfectly frames his face as he continues scribbling down notes. his shoulders are hunched over similarly to yours, though he looks far less tense than you feel.

you reach over, carefully taking sieun’s hand into yours. he stops writing entirely when he feels your fingers trailing against his own. your nails gently scratch against his skin as you lift his left hand up, pressing fleeting kisses against each of his fingertips.

a deep blush begins to creep up his neck and across his face. sieun’s face burns at how nonchalant you are as you continue to play with his hand. you absentmindedly trace small shapes against the back of his hand as you shift to lean your head against his shoulder. your hair tickles against the exposed skin of his neck as you adjust your position next to him.

you intertwine your fingers together before resting your hand against the table, letting your eyes flutter closed as you relax against sieun. his lips just barely quirk upwards into a soft smile as he looks down at you. he watches for a few seconds as your breathing slowly evens out as he quickly scribbles down the rest of his notes before finally closing his textbook.

sieun carefully reaches down to put his notes away before pushing his backpack aside. he glances down at your still-sleeping figure for a final time as he reaches over to gently shake you awake.

you sleepily blink up at him when you finally awake, momentarily letting go to rub the tiredness out of your eyes. “sieun? what time is it?”

”it’s late,” he says as he pushes his chair back to stand up before gesturing for you to follow after him. “come on.” his arm lazily rests around your waist as you follow his lead, letting him guide you into his bedroom.

sieun reaches over to turn a lamp on his bedside table on, casting a golden glow across the room. a small desk sits in the corner surrounded by various notes and study guides taped onto the drywall. sheer, white curtains hang over the window, just exposing a small sliver of the dark night outside.

you slide underneath the blankets beside sieun, rolling to lay on your side to face him. he props his head up with a pillow as he shuffles closer to you. his bed had never seemed so small before.

you softly smile at him, moving even closer until your arm rests gingerly against his waist. sieun awkwardly tucks your head beneath his chin as a content sigh escapes you. he remains wide awake despite the dark room; the only noise is your slow breathing as you slowly begin to fall into a deep sleep.

“y/n?” he whispers into the quiet. you don’t react, giving him the confidence to continue. “i think… i’m in love with you.” sieun immediately tenses as the words leave his lips. though he’s only talking to the moonlight, he can’t help the unfamiliarity in each of your loving gestures.

“you’re so handsome, and kind… you’re everything i’ve ever wanted in a boyfriend. even when i didn’t know i wanted anything.” he pauses, hesitantly pulling you closer. “i just… i love you.”

sieun’s heart beats erratically in his chest when you stir slightly, moving ever so closer to him. he can just barely make out the soft smile tugging at your lips. “i love you too,” you murmur.

he freezes, tensing up even more. “you’re awake?”

“it’s a little hard not to be when you’re so stiff,” you tease, pulling back just enough to look up at him. “feels like laying against a door.” sieun’s blush deepens as you reach up, resting a gentle hand against his cheek. you stroke your thumb against his soft skin with a soft smile. “can i kiss you?”

sieun’s breath hitches in his throat momentarily. his face burns as he hesitantly nods. you smile as you slowly lean in to gently pull him into a sweet kiss.

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iknowyuu · 6 months ago

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hi again haha ! i wanted to ask you if you could write Sieun x gn!reader with that famous trend on tiktok « stop giving me those eyes. what eyes? » WITH SIEUN EYES WHEN HE LOOKS UP ( and maybe add like an attractive smile auzjekeidif ) something in public like they’re at a coffee shop idk PLUS SIEUN IS SUCH A TEASE

kdrama! sieun x reader

// read req!

note: this is like. the latest ive ever been LOLL, i hope ur well!!!! and that u enjoy!!!

daily click!

swinging your arms back and forth, you almost jolted when you felt a yank on your arm, the one that he was holding. looking at him, you questioned, "what's up?"

having known each other for years (and been dating for a couple of months now), you knew that in public he acted a certain way, and in private, it was different. home-sieun and outside-sieun were not the same person. you didn't mind- everyone had their different personas when with certain people- that being said, it's obvious why it's such a shock to witness him engaging in his 'in-private' antics when outside.

and so, every once in a while your boyfriend would break out of that double-layered-hardened-shy-shell of his with just a touch of cheeky-ness; something you could have never expected from someone like him.

"do you want a bungeo-ppang?" looking towards the stand that the two of you had just passed by. on the very off chance that your boyfriend would dare ask you for something first, most of the time the answer would be yes, but for once you felt inclined to respond with "hmm.. no, not really." you shrugged.

if you weren't a detective (or his partner) it would be hard to pick up on the way his eyes lingered on the side of your face when you turned your head back to face the dimly lit path of the park you were in, waiting for you to look back at him, urging you to notice him and what he really meant by his question. after a few seconds you looked back at him with a questioning gaze. "what?"

he didn't respond, only giving you a look. that look. his mouth tilted downwards in an almost unnoticeable pout, his head turned completely in your direction, and those eyes. those big, dewy brown eyes of his that held nothing but pure innocence- enough to give a new born fawn competition.

"stop giving me those eyes." you said, huffing as you felt your face warm up. you looked away towards the ground, unable to handle his affectionate gaze. he blinked at you, his gaze unmoving. "...what eyes?"

you stopped in your tracks and removed your hand from his, walking backwards towards the bungeo-ppang stand. he watched as you conversed with the vendor, looking as you handed them cash in exchange for the treat, and walked back over to him.

"here." you mumbled, urging the boy to take the treat from your hands. he looks at you before taking it, placing his soft lips around the warm treat and biting into it.

he chews and swallows, inaudibly sighing in content. "thank you," you captured his hands back into yours, interlacing your fingers. "you don't have to do that, y'know. you can just ask me. i'd do anything for you." you surprise yourself with your boldness, looking at the ground shyly, not daring to meet his eyes.

he doesn't speak, his cheeks turning red as he nods. "okay." he adds, biting into the food once more. "is it good?"

he nods, glancing at you. "can i have a bit?" he nods again, offering you an unbitten side of the treat. "that's not what i meant.." you say lowly before cupping his cheek, leaning in and placing a kiss on his lips.

it doesn't last long before he pulls away, looking away and at the ground. you chuckle at his antics and tug his hand. "red bean tastes good on you."

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yyunari · 1 year ago

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HEESEUNG 02. ⏱﹕ꕤ﹔ OFF THE RECORD NIGHT !

lee heeseung couldn’t stand hearing jake talk about his crush on y/n l/n any longer. but after he finds himself entangled with the girl in a late night conversation, perhaps his mindset shifts.

⌇＃GENRE ◠﹒fluff + (american) college au ＃PAIRING ◠﹒lee heeseung x fem! reader ＃WARNINGS ◠﹒heeseung is kind of mean and a bitch LMFAO also poor jake

if lee heeseung were to hear the name y/n l/n one more time that day, he would officially lose his shit.

it started when jake invited heeseung over to his dorm. hanging out with jake was supposed to help him relax before their midterms but as expected, the conversation had turned over to the topic of girls.

heeseung admitted to not being romantically interested in anyone. of course he found girls at their university attractive, but there wasn’t quite anyone he would see himself dating. the hot girls either had boyfriends or weren’t interested in him.

on the other hand, jake claimed that there was one girl in his major he found really pretty. he sugar coated it by saying he just admired the way she looked in a few of their classes together. that was, until jake’s roommate exposed him.

“jake has a crush on her!” sunghoon, who was jake’s roommate, stated while passing by the two in the common area.

heeseung whipped his head around at jake, who held a sheepish expression and sunghoon’s words.

for someone to get jake so flustered… heeseung wanted to know who it was.

“who’s the girl?” heeseung inquired, accompanied by a little giggle. he felt silly acting in such a way as if it was a schoolgirl crush, but even heeseung could admit that there was nothing more heart fluttering than the topic of love.

jake was hesitant to answer, but eventually he let it out.

“it’s y/n l/n, the girl who lives next door.”

at the reveal, heeseung raised an eyebrow. y/n l/n?

he was familiar with her because he also had a fair amount of classes with her. she was relatively smart and when no one had an answer to a question, she would be the one to raise her hand. she also seemed to have a kind personality and was constantly seen talking to new people each day.

and heeseung wasn’t a liar, he could even admit she was a pretty attractive girl.

but for jake to have a crush on her? she didn’t really seem to stand out all that much.

it got worse when the topic of y/n couldn’t seem to leave jake’s mouth for the rest of the night. anything they spoke about, jake would somehow tie it back to y/n.

“do you want to play genshin?” heeseung had asked at one point, hoping to move on from the girl that jake was so irrevocably in love with.

but much to his dismay, a lovesick smile overtook jake’s face as he sighed. “did you know y/n is an kazuha main? isn’t that so cute?”

no, heeseung couldn’t understand what about the girl made jake act in such a way. what was all the hype about? he would’ve understood if it was someone like park sieun or kim jiwon, both of whom were known amongst the physics majors for being extremely pretty, kind, and talented. but y/n l/n? the girl who failed to make it onto the school’s dance team? the girl who was never seen around campus and only had a presence in her classes? what was so special about her that had jake hooked?

as the night progressed and jake only spoke about her more, heeseung became sure of one thing.

jake had a horrible type in women.

after an extensive night of y/n, playing video games, binging ghibli films, more y/n, cooking food, and even more y/n, heeseung found himself ready to go back to his own dorm. after all, he did have a midterm at 9 am the next day and he didn’t want to be out too late.

“are you sure you don’t want me to walk you back to your dorm? you’re all the way on the other side of campus.” jake was correct, the walk was about 30 minutes and the idea of it made heeseung want to cry.

however, heeseung shook his head. “nah it’s alright, i can go by myself. i gotta go to the convenience store anyways and you should be trying to sleep early since your midterm is at 8 am.”

jake raised an eyebrow. “what do you need from the convenience store? i might have it here.”

“a red bull.” heeseung stated. “i don’t think i can survive all my classes plus my midterms tomorrow without one, and i definitley won’t wake up early enough to buy it in the morning.”

jake snorted. “oh yeah, you’re on your own then. i don’t believe in energy drinks and neither does sunghoon.”

heeseung just chuckled and waved at jake before heading out, mentally preparing for long, treacherous walk. a 30 minute walk wasn’t that bad in theory, but walking in the dark with a bunch of alpha delta kappa apple phi sigma ligma balls frat guys walking around making moaning noises wasn’t something heeseung was looking forward to. so he took a deep breath and made his way to the campus convenience store.

after about 15 minutes, heeseung notice the familiar sight of the store. he sighed in relief at being able to take a break from walking, and went inside.

he immediately beelined for the drink fridge, where he was able to find his beloved red bull.

10.99 for a red bull?? college is a scam. heeseung thought before proceeding to the counter to pay for his drink.

he was getting scammed, but at least he was self aware.

once the drink was paid for and in his hands, heeseung briskly walked out of the store to make it to his dorm before the frat guys could get to him. one of the asian frats in particular had been trying to get him to join for a while, and he declined each time. although, he almost joined at one point before he heard that the president was choi yeonjun and he had a bone to pick with that guy after he beat him in a singing contest.

when heeseung stepped out of the store, he noticed someone crouching down in the alley that he hadn’t seen when he walked in. he was about to leave, until he got closer and realized who it was.

y/n l/n.

was she trying to torment him on purpose? seeing her after jake blabbed his ear off about her all night was absolutely comedic.

but one thing rubbed heeseung the wrong way. what was she doing in the dark alleyway? suspicious thoughts filled his brain as he attempted to get closer to see if she was doing something weird.

though he fully expected to see the girl crouched over lines of cocaine, he was taken aback when he noticed that she was crying.

oh fuck, what do i do?! i don’t have the facilities for this…

it was then that he remembered he wanted to see what jake saw in her, so he mustered up whatever courage he had before walking up to her.

“you shouldn’t be in a dark alleyway like this, someone is going to think you’re doing drugs.”

y/n looked up at heeseung with tears in her eyes, but chuckled at his joke.

heeseung was surprised to feel his heart race a little at her laugh.

“sorry, can you not tell my ra? im trying not to get another offense.” y/n joked back despite the apparent sadness on her face.

although he wanted to go back to his dorm and relax, he couldn’t help that he wanted to see what jake saw in y/n. the opportunity was too good to pass up.

so he sat down next to her, to which y/n didn’t deny. as soon as he was on the ground, his stomach had growled.

fuck… he thought. despite eating at jake’s house, the walking made him hungry once more and he really didn’t want to buy more food.

much to his surprise, y/n reached into her bag and pulled out two onigiris. she held one out to heeseung. “want one?”

heeseung smiled at this. he thought the act of sharing her food was kind, especially since she barely knew him. he gratefully accepted the onigiri and the two began eating in silence for a moment.

that was, until heeseung started talking. “want to tell me why you were crying?”

y/n purses her lips before responding. “i don’t know, will you tell anyone about it?”

heeseung shook his head. “my mouth is shut, i promise.”

another laugh left y/n’s lips, which heeseung couldn’t tell whether it was a genuine laugh or just a side effect of all the tears she had released. “i’m just not have the best start to the semester. for one, i’ve been having a hard time adjusting from being so far away from my family. and i don’t really have a lot of friends here so i feel especially lonely.” she started.

during the pause, heeseung brought up a question. “i thought you had a lot of friends? i see you talking to people often.”

y/n shook her head. “i talk to a lot of people, but i don’t really consider myself friends with all of them. i only talk to them in my classes and i never go out. i literally just rot in my dorm all day.”

heeseung made a noise of acknowledgement, before signaling her to start again.

“i also got rejected from the dance team which was heartbreaking, because i had been dancing for 15 years of my life and to find out i wasn’t good enough to make the team really discouraged me. my roommate always invites guys over without my permission and isn’t willing to listen to me when i tell her i’m not comfortable with a guy literally sleeping in our shared room. like hello?? our beds are two feet away from each other. i’m not going to sleep in the same room as her fucking boy toy. plus, always yells on the phone when i’m trying to sleep.” y/n took a breath before continuing. “sorry, that one gets me really heated.”

heeseung laughed. “i get it though, i have a lot of classes with juhyun and she’s really rude.”

“right?! thank god i’m not the only person who thinks that. for some reason, everyone seems to adore her.” y/n rolled her eyes at the thought. “anyways, i guess the breaking point for me was when my uncle passed away. that was kind of what set me off because i was really close to him and i always considered him my second dad since he sort of looked after me whenever my parents were too busy with work.”

“i’m sorry for your loss.” heeseung frowned. “i know it can be hard to cope with these things especially since you’re far away from your family.”

y/n nodded at his assertion. it was as if he read her mind. “yeah, i think at this point i’ve cried enough about it that i’m just kind of in shock.”

the two sat there for a moment in silence, basking in the calming atmosphere. for some reason, heeseung didn’t find it awkward to be around y/n. he figured it was because she was such an easy person to get along with that he could find himself so calmed by being around her.

if he just ignored the heat filling up his cheeks then perhaps that was the reason.

“so, what about you?” y/n spoke up after about a minute. “is there anything on your mind?”

heeseung was surprised that she asked. he hadn’t expected her to think about him, but nonetheless he answered. “not exactly, i guess i’m just stressed about midterms but isn’t everyone?”

y/n groaned. “oh shit, i forgot… the math midterm is tomorrow.” she begrudgingly took her phone out of her pocket and pulled up a google document of her study guide. “i guess i should start reviewing, but i don’t get any of this finance shit. i mean, i’m a physics major. why do i need to know money?!”

when y/n noticed heeseung’s teasing smile, she pointed an accusing finger at him. “why are you laughing at me, are you good at finance?”

heeseung just shrugged. “i dabble.” he left out the fact that he was the secretary for the anime club. after all, it didn’t feel relevant because truthfully he didn’t have many finances to deal with. and he didn’t want y/n to know he was involved in the anime club of all things. “do you need help? i can go over your study guide with you.”

shaking her head, y/n shut off her phone. “nah, i think i’ll be fine. i’m pretty good at remembering things from class so i think i can pull stuff from my ass.”

“oh right, i forgot you’re an academic weapon.” heeseung teased. “yet somehow you’re not understanding finance.”

“it’s not my fault the universe is against me this semester!”

heeseung recalled what she had told him previously about her troubles. “touché.”

there was a moment of silence, in which heeseung opted to check the time on his phone. it was nearing midnight, and he was nowhere near his dorm.

he pondered the idea of ending the conversation there and trying to get a good nights rest before the midterm. however as he looked back up at y/n and her unreadable expression, there was something within him that told him to stay. perhaps it was the unusual rhythm of his heart that he wanted to explore a bit more, or maybe even the way his eyes always trailed towards her. whatever it was, he decided to listen to his body and stay.

"hey heeseung, what's your favorite movie?" y/n inquired out of the blue, interrupting heeseung’s inner thoughts. “i’m just wondering. i feel like people’s favorite movies say a lot about them and i want to get to know you more.”

that made his eyes widen ever so slightly. the idea that his curiousity for the other was reciprocated was heartwarming in a way.

"why the sudden question?" heeseung teased once more. seeing her roll her eyes, he quickly corrected himself. "i'm teasing, it's whisper of the heart.”

y/n abruptly gasped. "you like studio ghibli too?"

heeseung’s heart fluttered with eagerness once he heard that she enjoyed watching ghibli films, as one of his guilty pleasures was that he took comfort in those movies, seeing as they took up a considerable part of her childhood. for a guy with his reputation, it would seem unlikely. so he kept his love hidden, with his older sister being the only one aware. she had a similar relationship to the films, having introduced them to heeseung in the first place. the latter ever so faintly smiled at the memory of him and his sister at their last studio ghibli movie binge.

"yeah, i love it!"

y/n scooted close to him, glad to have started that conversation. giggles erupted from her chest, her inner child peaking through which heeseung found extremely cute. “which are your favorites?"

heeseung thought for a few seconds. "well besides whisper of the heart, ponyo and kiki's delivery service"

"dude, ponyo is fucking amazing" y/n wistfully sighed, leaning back a bit with a nostalgia filled expression. "those movies are basically my childhood"

"s-same here" heeseung spoke, stuttering out of shock.

y/n abruptly sat up, reaching down to grab her phone. heeseung could roughly make out her phone case, which had the design of the twin stars from sanrio. it made him curious of whether or not she liked sanrio, and what other things she was interested in.

"i saw this really cool fanart of san from princess mononoke. it looks really realistic— almost painfully realistic! here, i think you would like it"

and she did, her phone displayed a captivating composition she found on instagram, a rather enthralling redraw of one of the scenes in princess mononoke. it was one that heeseung had trouble keeping his eyes off of, gaping at it with a slightly open mouth and wide eyes. his expression conveyed how amazed he truly was.

"it's... wonderful" he sighed out, a dreamy essence overtaking his aura. "it almost looks like official art.”

y/n cheekily grinned, letting her phone fall on her lap. "right?? it's so good"

the two became peaceful for a bit as the conversation died down and opted to listen to the ambiance of the night. both were becoming increasingly aware of just how truly late it was, but neither really minded that fact.

something undeniable were the small glances they kept making to each other, both wanting to start up the conversation again but were just a little too flustered to do so.

although they hadn’t ever spoken before that point, heeseung found it easy to be comfortable around y/n. words seemed to just spill out around her, and he couldn’t quite control it. he figured y/n felt the same judging by how she opened up so quickly to him.

until his previous conversation had registered within him, and he nearly doubled over in repulsion. heeseung had caught himself enjoying their short yet stirring exchange, more so than he had anticipated. not that he expected much at all, because it had started from the fact that heeseung wanted to see what jake saw in y/n.

unwillingly, he found himself understanding things from jakes perspective. he would have preferred if he didn't like the conversation but rather despised it and despised her.

the fact that heeseung had a conversation with her and thoroughly enjoyed it was nothing less than worrisome, and he couldn't help but wonder if he had anything wrong with him that day.

despite that discovery, one thing still wandered on heeseung’s mind.

what exactly made y/n l/n so special?

yes, he found her easy to get along with. and he did enjoy her company. and yes, something about her made his heart flutter a bit.

but he still couldn’t pin point what made jake so infatuated.

as heeseung examined y/n to see figure it out, the girl started giggling which confused heeseung. what was she laughing about?

“sorry i don’t mean to laugh but,” y/n put her hand to her mouth to control her giggles. “you just look so cute right now with your expression.”

heeseung stopped at this. was she flirting with him? he couldn’t deny anymore that she was constantly making him flustered.

“so, you think im cute?” heeseung asked with a wide smile on his face. “you’re not too bad looking yourself, y/n.”

not too bad looking was an understatement. under the moonlight and beneath the stars, y/n seemed to be the most ethereal being heeseung had ever laid eyes on. he felt all his previous assumptions about y/n disappearing in that one moment.

at heeseung’s compliment, y/n just shyly smiled. one thought crossed his mind.

is her heart racing like mine right now?

he hoped he wasn’t alone in the feeling.

after a slight moment where y/n looked as though she were contemplating something, she spoke once again. “there is… another reason i laughed.” y/n whispered out.

before he could ask for the reason, y/n slowly leaned closer to heeseung. they were already at a close proximity by sitting next to each other, but her closing that small distance made his eyes widen and lips part.

for a second, heeseung considered kissing her. but wouldn’t that be wrong? kissing his close friend’s crush? heeseung couldn’t do that to jake, even if deep down, he wanted to.

but before he could even try to complete the kiss, he heard her whisper.

“may i?”

the thought of jake completely left heeseung’s mind in that moment as he nodded.

heeseung could only feel the beating of his heart and y/n’s warm breath on his face. he could only perceive her presence, as the world seemed to fade into nothingness. each second bridged the gap between them being strangers and them becoming involved with one another. whatever would follow, heeseung was nervous for.

but as y/n inched closer and closer to his face, he felt her soft lips make contact with the side of his own. they lightly brushed on the corners of his mouth, making a small notice that they were even there to begin with.

“you had a piece of rice on your face.”

as realization and embarrassment filled heeseung’s entire being, y/n burst out into a fit of giggles.

“oh, you’re so evil for that.” heeseung rolled his eyes. at that, y/n just shrugged.

“i’m just trying to keep you on your toes.”

as the night progressed and their late night conversation continued, heeseung hoped it would stay off the record and jake wouldn’t find out. he felt guilty for basically kissing his friend’s crush. but anothe side of him was glad that it happened, because it made him realize something.

the problem was never what was special about y/n, it was what was wrong with heeseung’s mindset. he realized that liking someone never needed any justification, that the person never had to be perfect for the person’s crush on them to make sense. it didn’t even need to make sense in the first place.

there never really seemed to be anything special about y/n, yet in jake’s eyes she was the most admirable person.

he realized that jake liked y/n because he found all aspects of her beautiful.

and perhaps heeseung was starting to as well.

authors note. i wrote this impulsively on the plane bc i got bored 👹 i think my best ideas come when i’m on planes bc this is the second time i’ve cooked smt up in a plane. also lmk if i should do a part two that’s like heeseung x y/n x jake 🤓☝️

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pupyuj · 1 year ago

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— MASTERLIST !!

• IVE

— #ahn yujin.

▪︎ "careful what you wish for." [dom!yujin x sub!virgin!reader]

▪︎ "dress." [dom!sugar mommy!yujin x sub!sugar baby!reader]

▪︎ "the most pleasant surprise." [sub!yujin x (soft) dom!reader]

▪︎ "body party." [dom!bimbo!yujin x sub!gym rat!reader]

▪︎ "little things." [soft dom!yujin x sub!reader.]

— #kim gaeul.

▪︎ "ruin our friendship." [dom!gaeul x sub!taken!reader].

— #naoi rei.

▪︎ "special girl." [dom!vers!rei x sub!vers!reader.]

▪︎ "how you get the girl." [dom!bottom!rei x sub!top!reader.]

— #jang wonyoung.

▪︎ "magic words." [dom!mean girl!wonyoung x sub!virgin!reader]

▪︎ "your colorful secrets. [dom!mean girl!wonyoung x sub!nerd!reader]

▪︎ "dreamlike." [dom!stepsister!wonyoung x sub!inexperienced!reader.]

▪︎ "cherry on top." [dom!wonyoung x sub!actress!reader.]

— #kim jiwon / liz.

▪︎ "long overdue." [dom!bottom!liz x top!sub!reader].

• AESPA

— yu jimin / karina.

▪︎ none.

— uchinaga aeri / giselle.

▪︎ none.

— kim minjeong / winter.

▪︎ "simple solutions." [switch!cheater!winter x switch!reader]

— ning yizhuo. / ningning.

▪︎ none.

• LE SSERAFIM

— kim chaewon.

▪︎ none.

— miyawaki sakura.

▪︎ none.

— nakamura kazuha.

▪︎ "nobody like you." [dom!kazuha x sub!reader]

• STAYC

— bae sumin.

▪︎ none.

— park sieun.

▪︎ none.

— lee chaeyoung / isa.

▪︎ none.

— yoon seeun.

▪︎ "temporary fix." [dom!bottom!seeun x sub!top!virgin!reader]

— shim jayoon / yoon.

▪︎ none.

— jang yeeun / j.

▪︎ none.

!! masterlist/tags will be updated once thoughts/blurbs are uploaded for girls in their respective groups !!

!! if the list gets too long, it will be separated into two or more !!

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jammingjaem · 1 year ago

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iced love letters

3. the cute international business major

PAIRING | zhong chenle x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS | at ncit, figure skater y/n receives daily letters signed ‘zcl’ from a secret admirer. as she gears up for a crucial showcase, the mystery of ‘zcl’ fuels her determination throughout the semester, leading to an unfolding journey of curiosity and motivation.

GENRE | college student!chenle x ice skater!fem!reader, comedy, fluff

chenle's heart was a hummingbird trapped in a snow globe – frantic, fluttering, and a touch ethereal against the backdrop of winter festivities. he glanced down at the bouquet of roses in his hand, their velvety red petals as vibrant as the blush creeping up his neck. the seoul air, crisp and charged with the anticipation of christmas cheer, was doing him no favors, only fanning the flames of his nervous excitement.

"hey, look at mr. blushy over here," haechan teased, nudging chenle with a mischievous elbow. "butterflies got you dancing in your stomach?"

chenle forced a laugh, feeling his insides liquefy. "just the cold," chenle mumbled, using his rosy cheeks as a camouflage.

his friends knew – oh, how they knew. renjun and jaemin had practically made the whole plan for this entire charade, jeno called it the ‘grand winter showcase confession’. the plan was simple: witness y/n's performances, wait for the post-performance frenzy to calm down, and then, under the twinkling fairy lights, finally confess to ‘the girl of his dreams’ as mark put it.

"she's gonna be amazing, you know," jisung chimed in, his voice tinged with a rare touch of sentimentality. "i heard from jake that she and sunghoon has been practicing for weeks."

and obviously? chenle knew. he'd spent countless evenings with y/n during the whole finals week, and he is glad that it’s over with— finals, he means. he had been a supportive friend for her when her own friends were busy, but in reality, he had been a lovesick fool, thanks to sunghoon telling jisung to help y/n that one day.

anticipation thrummed as he clutched a gift bag – six months of admiration crafted into love letters.

across the rink, amidst a swirl of excited chatter, chenle spotted y/n's friends – ahn yujin, lee chaeryoung, and park sieun. chaeryoung, caught his gaze and winked. "so, mr. secret admirer," she quipped, a knowing glint in her eyes, "finally ready to tell y/n who you really are?"

yujin nudged her. "she totally likes you, chenle. if she finds out zcl is you, she’ll be glad it’s you and not some weirdo."

the performance unfolded like a dream on ice. y/n danced with fluidity, her movements were light and graceful. chenle watched, mesmerized, his fingers itched to reach out, to trace the path of her blade against the glistening surface, to see how she can move on ice like that so smoothly.

three hours later, the rink erupted in thunderous applause. families swarmed the ice, bouquets and congratulations blooming like winter roses. chenle's friends, true to their plan, orchestrated a strategic retreat, leaving him face-to-face with y/n and her friends.

"chenle!" y/n exclaimed, her face flushed with excitement and the exertion of performance. "i'm so glad you came! how did you like it?"

his tongue, usually quick with wit, felt like a lump of frozen honey. "it was… it was amazing," he managed, offering her the bouquet with trembling hands. "can i tell you something?"

the girls, sensing the moment's gravity, started to move and stand next to chenle’s friends. chenle felt the weight of their absence, the responsibility of his confession pressing down on him. y/n tilted her head, a curious smile playing on her lips. chenle poured out his heart, revealing six months of admiration. he confessed his vulnerability.

y/n, wide-eyed, accepted the gift bag. she gasped, discovering zcl was chenle. her touch on his face was feather-light. "it was you?" she whispered. chenle nodded. "it was me."

a beat of silence. y/n's smile bloomed, radiant. "chenle, i'm so happy my secret admirer was someone i already knew."

"really?" chenle's voice carried hope. y/n's eyes sparkled. "kind of made sense, you always looked at me," she teased, touching the velvet roses.

chenle grinned, anxiety replaced by laughter. "y/n, would you like to go out with me?"

"of course, chenle," she replied, sealing their newfound connection with shared laughter. "i didn’t think my secret admirer would be the cute international business major?" chenle just rolls his eyes playfully, pulling her into a hug as their friend groups cheer.

y/n now has a lot of love letters, and this time, she’s right next to her boyfriend.

previous | masterlist | bonus

TAGLIST (closed.) | @celestialsluvrs @suzayaaa @yeppietennie @jaeimjaemin @wonkivrse @haechansbbg @rksbae @defzcl @hugs2doie @alethea-moon @ihrtsevyn @222brainrot @onceuponateenagetrash @jakejaehyun @thisisnotjacinta @niinjo @catjunhui @mystverse @multifandomania06 @amoonlght @i6renj @xiumhao

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weeeeeekly · 8 months ago

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stayc fake texts — another member’s pc

info ot6 texts, some playful jealousy, sfw, gender neutral, no reader pronouns. my blog is nsfw so 18+ please, but this specific post is sfw.

author’s note in honor of the girls opening up personal instas!!! pics of my real stayc collection <333

masterlist

#stayc x reader #stayc x you #stayc x yn #stayc fake texts #bae sumin #park sieun #lee chaeyoung #yoon seeun #sim jayun #jang yeeun #sumin x reader #sieun x reader #isa x reader #seeun x reader #yoon x reader #j x reader #stayc smau #stayc fanfic #kpop fake texts

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chocolvte · 3 years ago

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STAYC REACTION — what they would be like as girlfriends

REQUEST — Could you do StayC as gfs?

LISTEN TO — feels like by gracie abrams

SUMIN

she’s such a sweetheart. sumin is definitely the type to text you and remind you to have lunch or dinner if you haven’t had them yet and to drink water. she cares about you being healthy very much. you bring out the best in each other. you’re so supportive of her and stayc, always streaming the albums and watching the mvs and telling she did and is doing such an amazing job. sumin likes teaching you the choreo for their comebacks. even (or maybe especially) if you’re not a dancer. she thinks it’s so cute watching you try so hard. something else really cute that sumin does is that every time they go somewhere really cool, she always brings something back for you. when they first went to inkigayo, she brought you back one of the sandwiches LMAO

SIEUN

sieun seems like the type to boss you around a little bit, but always with love LOL. like she’d reach over and grab your wrist and just take you with her wherever she’s going to do whatever she’s doing with her. and she gets so sad whenever you have to be apart for extended periods of time :( but then she sends you a lot of selfies and videos of whatever she’s doing at the moment with captions like: ‘you miss me a lot, right?’ LMAO she’s so annoying. but really she just likes having lots of your attention.

ISA

chaeyoung is such a sweet, caring girlfriend. she’s always cooking for/with you and reminding you to always eat well and take care of yourself. she loves how safe you make her feel and always listens whenever you have something bothering you. but she also gives really good advice. she’s not afraid to let you know her opinion, but always in a kind way. and she also really likes wearing matching couple clothes! you guys share so many cute tops and shoes and even jewelry. and she might not admit it but she really LOVES it when you show her off and brag about her to your friends. she’ll blush so much, but she really does like knowing she’s special to you.

SEEUN

you guys have such a fun, playful relationship. there are so many inside jokes you have that no one else really understands and you’re always making each other laugh. sometimes, just glancing at each other is enough to send you into a fit of giggles. seeun also likes a lot of physical affection, but low key because she also gets embarrassed sometimes. so she really likes holding your hands or even just playing with the ends of your hair. she finds it so comforting knowing that you’re right there with her. and she is also very good at knowing when you’re not in a good mood and helping to make you feel better. she loves squishing your cheeks whenever you’re upset because even when you’re really sad it always makes you laugh.

YOON

yoon loves acting super lovey dovey towards you to make you cringe. like saying the cheesiest pick up lines as if you’re not already dating or giving you back hugs whenever you’re in the middle of doing something (like cooking or whatever) to ‘help you’ (kind of like that scene in ghost with the pottery LMAO). but mostly she just likes spending time with you. most of the time, yoon is so, so busy so whenever she gets any free time, she likes being able to spend it doing fun things with you. and she really misses you a lot when you’re not together. i don’t think yoon would do well with long distance relationships. not that she wouldn’t, but it would be really hard. she likes being together in the here and now with you too much.

i can totally imagine her filming different parts of her day and sending you the cutest updates throughout the day. like showing you what the dressing rooms look like and sending you pictures of her stage outfit and the hair clips she gets to wear and what she’s having for lunch. it’s little, mundane things but they help you feel so connected even when you can’t be together physically. she also likes being able to feel completely safe whenever you’re together. when she talks to you, she doesn’t have to be j from stayc. she can just be yeeun and that’s enough. it means so much to her. you guys do a lot of low key things, like baking cookies and watching nostalgic movies.

#stayc #stayc reactions #stayc imagines #stayc x reader #stayc fluff #stayc headcanons #bae sumin #park sieun #isa #lee chaeyoung #yoon seeun #yoon #sim jayun #jang yeeun

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slytherinshua · 1 year ago

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FAVOURITE genre ➳ fluff. warnings ➳ crying. spoilers for weak hero class 1 ep 4. pairing ➳ jihoon x reader. wc ➳ 783. a/n ➳ i was rewatching this scene and it really does always make me cry and then i thought of this fic idea 😭

Your snack bowl had been discarded and you didn’t even remember the last time you had blinked. Your eyes were glued to the screen of your laptop like some kind of hypnosis was occurring. The small teddy bear that your boyfriend had won at an amusement park for you a month ago was clutched tightly in your arms, serving its role as emotional support quite well.

You were in awe at how thrilling the scenes of the drama were. And, though violent, it was quite beautiful the way the fight scenes were choreographed and executed. You had visited Jihoon on set a lot while he filmed, but you never could tell quite how the end result would turn out. The final released version of Weak Hero Class 1 did not disappoint, though.

You were on episode 4 already even though you had only started earlier this evening. You only took one break to get more snacks and emotional supports (your blanket and the teddy bear). The show was already pulling at your heartstrings— or maybe it was your boyfriend’s phenomenal acting.

The episode was nearing the end and Sooho, Youngyi, and Sieun were in the hospital after the fight with Gilsoo and his gang. An adoring frown etched on your face at the sweet scene. Sieun was very different in character to Jihoon, but there were similarities you could spot and it made your heart warm.

[ What’s your deal? ]

[ What? ]

[ I mean, you… You’re so warm-hearted. Your eyes, how you behave, how you speak, and your face. It feels awfully strange. ]

Tears welled in your eyes, finally escaping and cascading down your cheek as Sieun smiled. The first time he ever smiled. You sniffed and pressed the back button to replay the scene, too immersed in it to hear the sound of the door opening in the background.

And you were still crying on the couch by the time your boyfriend walked into the living room. The episode had finished and the computer screen was black. Jihoon was confused— you had sounded happy and excited just a couple hours ago when you texted him and said you were going to watch the drama, so why were you sad now?

“What’s up?” He asked, moving your empty snack bowl to make a spot on the couch for him. You tried to wipe your tears and turn to him, but one look at your boyfriend and all you saw was Sieun, triggering even more tears.

Jihoon panicked. “Baby, what’s wrong?” He pulled you closer, holding you in his arms and scanning your body to make sure you hadn’t hurt yourself physically.

You tried to form a coherent thought to answer his question, muffling a response into his shirt, “He’s just…”

Jihoon furrowed his eyebrows, “He’s just what?”

“He’s just… so… cute.” You sobbed, hugging Jihoon tighter.

“What? Who’s cute?”

You paused, a smile slipping onto your lips as you caught a hint of jealousy in his voice. You waited until he nagged you again about who this guy you thought was cute was before you finally told him.

“You’re crying because of Sieun?” He questioned curiously.

“He smiled, Jihoon.” You told him again, this time with even more emotion.

“I know. I acted out that scene.” Jihoon said helplessly. You weren’t crying anymore and his earlier panic had subsided, but instead he was left confused as to why that particular scene had left you in such a state.

“I wanna hug him.” You frowned, replaying the scene again.

Jihoon stayed silent at your comment, not bothering to bring up the fact that you kinda were hugging Sieun right now, since Jihoon was Sieun. But he just smiled and pulled you a little closer to his chest.

“Baby.” He mumbled softly.

“Hm?”

“Am I your favourite actor?”

You sat up slightly, pulling away so you could actually look at your boyfriend’s face. “No, I think I like Hyunwook more.” You deadpanned.

Jihoon frowned, “But you were even crying over me. You haven’t cried over Hyunwook.”

“Who says I haven’t?”

Jihoon whined in protest at your teasing and you giggled and snuggled closer to him again.

“Isn’t it a bit too violent for you to be watching, though?” He whispered.

You frowned, “You expect me to not watch something my favourite actor is a lead in?”

“Are you sure I’m not your favourite actor?”

“Favourite singer? Probably. Favourite boyfriend? Definitely.”

“I’m your only boyfriend-”

You shushed him with a laugh, “But favourite actor? There’s some competition. But, hey, at least you won the other two categories!”

“I’m your favourite actor.” He muttered as if to convince himself of the fact and kissed your temple.

“Whatever you say.”

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rosesbxrry · 3 years ago

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Red Dress and the things in between

Pairing: Friends with benefits! Sunghoon X Rich girl Fem! Reader

Genre: Smut🔞 (Minors DNI), fluff, a dash of angst, friends with benefits to lovers, porn with plot, mutual pining.

Warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it up before you tap), oral (female receiving), Dom! Sunghoon with a biker history, Sunghoon calling reader ‘princess’ multiple times, Sunghoon has a thing fucking you in pretty dresses, alcohol consumption, smoking (weed and cigarettes), profanities/ lots of cursing, dry humping and mention of voyeurism, mc having rich girl problems, hopefully I didn’t miss out anything else.

Summary: You’ve yet again escape from one of the lavish parties your parents hosted, hoping to find an safe heaven in another party that includes drunk and horny students in a frat house, and maybe from certain someone as well.

“The red dress looks good on you.”

“Thanks, I dyed it with the blood of my enemies.”

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Word count: 7,012 words

Everything feels suffocating.

It was ironic that you think that— puffing out a single drag from the cigarette between your lips, feeling the smoke reach your lungs whilst escaping through your mouth and nose. The window of your car was slightly open, letting in the gush of wind flailing the strands of your messy hair that was once an elegant bun.

You keep one hand steady on the steering wheel, while the other carefully removes the cigarette to tap the falling ashes at the end outside the window sill. The muscle in your body immediately relaxes, sucking in the sentiment of the nicotine coursing through your veins.

Your eyes glance at the time on your dashboard.

1:04 a.m.

You pressed on the gas paddle a little harder. The acceleration was something you were used to. You were always running late to meetings, events and blind dates that your parents set up, including right now— driving to the location of the frat party a few blocks away. In a way, it was on brand for you to be fashionably late to circumstances like these (which was something your parents absolutely loathe).

The frat house in sight was already looking disarranged. You park your Roll-Royce among the common cars that belong to the students inside. As if that wasn’t the only thing that made you stood out; the red delicate couture gown you wore showed skin with it’s spaghetti strap details, the fitting clinched to your waist and flared out to show silver heels adored with rhinestones that clatter against the stone pavement of the walkway

Overdressing is something, you can proudly say, is your expertise.

Last time, you wore a full set vintage skirt-suit to the convenience store, earning you some curious stares. The black and white tweed detail compliments the dark sunglasses you adored, busying yourself with some instant Ramyeon and a can of beer after a very exhausting dinner meeting at some exclusive restaurant.

Don’t get her wrong, the food was exquisite; the chefs have trained for years to perfect the art of culinary and gastronomy in a single plate that could, unfortunately, feed a tiny mouse. At least you were accompanied by some enjoyable wine but with a not so enjoyable company of your parents and their business partners.

When people see you, the only daughter from a family of Nouveau riche, striding through the crowd in a caricature attire from the norm (some call it inappropriate); you’ll know that she had yet again, escaped from the clutches from a terrible evening reception or gala held by her family.

You didn’t even bother the stares and glares from other students as you walked in. How could you? The clothing you wore was magnificent and glamorous, and they deserved to be worn.

“Bitch!”

You grinned when your best friend, Sieun, squealed in shock when she saw you. You didn’t blame her, you did say there was a chance you won’t be able to attend the frat party but here you were, giving her a hug as she pulled you into her arms, a red cup of booze still in her hands.

She pulled you away for a second to look at you up and down. “You look like you came straight out of—”

“—Hell? Yeah, that was the kind of vibe I was going for.” You twirl around to show her your dress, a smug and proud smirk tugging at your lips at your choice of attire.

“I have a feeling your mom did not like that.” Sieun gave you an impressed expression, almost approving of what you had done.

You lean into her with a devilish smile. “She was fucking furious.”

The fit of giggles was befitting between you and her. Sieun had been your best friend since high school; coming from a normal family with a normal beginning. The relationship was rocky at first; she saw you as everyone did back then, a snotty brat from a rich family that could buy their way in every aspect of life.

It wasn’t until she took a part-time job as a waiter at one of the events your family held, did she truly see the real person behind the mask everyone painted you to be. A small mistake leads to spilled champagne on a guest’s dress and Sieun ends up being degraded by the young women.

It wasn’t until you arrived, clayed in another defying attire that distinguished you from the rest, strutting through the crowds of wealthy people who had watched the incident happen. Sieun swore she felt something change in her, watching you take the bottle of champagne from the tray and pouring it on top of the lady’s head.

Your best friend was baffled, almost star-struck when you grabbed her hand hastily by the wrist; the sound of the young woman screaming at the top of her lungs after being humiliated mixed together with your mother’s distant angry shouts. It echoed in the cumbersomeness of the mansion as you swiftly eloped with her from the place.

From there, everything was history.

“Baby! There you are, I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” Sieun’s boyfriend appeared behind, slinging a hand around her shoulder with a beaming expression. While the two enjoy a moment of affection (too much pda for your taste), you clear your throat awkwardly before things could escalate further than your eyes can bear.

“Your highness,” Jihoon bowed in your direction in an almost taunting manner. “What brings the princess here to generously grace us with her presence?”

Sieun nudged him on the stomach with her elbow, causing the male to let out a groan. You let a giggle when Sieun rolled her eyes, winking at your direction at her boyfriend’s stupid antics.

“Just kidding,” Jihoon emphasized in agony through gritted teeth, rubbing his stomach with his palm from the impact. “But seriously though, I thought you had a super duper important rich people event that you needed to go to.”

“I ditch that clown show,” You scoffed, letting out a winded sigh after. “So I came straight to the party for something to relish on.”

“Oh yeah! princess gone wild yet again.” A huge grin made its way on his face, bringing his palm up to high-five you. Though the action was childish (and very boorish for your own etiquette), you reluctantly reciprocate back; trying to hold back the small smile on your lips.

Jihoon might be the embodiment of incompetency (you had always describe him as a himbo which for some reason, causes Sieun to swooned over him even more) but he was also one of the few people who treated you unexpectedly normal, despite the reputation you have— which you sort of form an endearing affiliation to him.

“You guys go and have fun,” You observed the way Jihoon’s arm slipped down to circulate around his girlfriend’s waist, maybe itching to go lower with the way it kept fidgeting around. The way he was pulling her flush against his side— it caused you to purse your lips in an impish manner, slowly reaching out to grab the forgotten red cup in Sieun’s hand. “I’m gonna leave before his boner scars me for life.”

You can see the panic rise in his eyes, but Sieun shooed you away before you could tease him even further— the flush on her cheeks were apparent with the way she turned you around by the shoulder and hastily pushed your back, leading you in the opposite direction.

“Goodbye, y/n.” Sieun promptly answered, unamused at the way you crackled when her flush deepens. You let her push you until you were out of sight— but her last words caught you off guard that you almost trip on your heels.

“Sunghoon would be looking for you if he knew you came.”

And she left you alone to dwell on your thoughts. Of course he would— this frat party after all, was held by the fraternity he belongs to. Belift House made up of many infamous names; Jake Sim, the Australian Math Major known to be the biggest flirt; Lee Heeseung, the elder Music Major with an alluring voice; Jay Park, a Business Major and only son from a family of old money and Park Sunghoon, a Dance Major who happens to be your friend with benefits.

Your relationship with Sunghoon was an unlikely dynamic.

You’ve known each other since high school when he accidentally bumps into you— witnessing a pack of cigarettes tumbling out of your hand on the floor in front of him. This was the time where you still staged an ugly façade of a quiet obedient rich daughter in front of everyone, including your parents, teachers and students alike.

He was the foremost person to realize the act you’ve put out, forming an affable exchange between each other throughout high school. You showed him who you really are while he didn’t mind the real you being shown. His reputation as a troublemaker in school caused him to be secluded from the rest— a student in the morning and an illegal bike racer at night. It seems the both of you were similar one way or another.

The trust you built with him for years solidified when you took each other’s virginity after graduation, and you broke the character you’ve endured to appease your family— which ultimately leads to the current shattered mess of a relationship you have with your parents.

After entering University, both of you continued to sleep with one another several times, more than you can count for the past years. But for some reason, it didn’t break the strong friendship you’ve shared, even if there were other partners coming and going in between.

Once he invited you to watch him race one night— he strode towards you with the utmost confidence and a smirk when he won, clad in a leather jacket with sweat dripping down his forehead. The adrenaline rush you felt watching him race was parallel to his, knowing that you were watching him win.

At the height of that, he brought you to a secluded racing garage and proceeded to fuck you hard against his bike until there were bruises on your skin the next day (he did apologise afterwards). If there was one thing you know about Sunghoon is that being cocky and prideful was the fuel to this roughness, something you can’t deny that turns you on and gets your heart beating.

There was one time you invited him over to one of your private villas with a pool during summer break. The time you spent together was enough for him to notice and realize the male neighbor next door who was clearly interested in you— peering at you from a distance from the windows while you were clad in a revealing bikini while swimming in the pool.

With a smudged smirk, Sunghoon dry hump you from behind in the waters, rubbing his hard clothed dick against your ass while whispering dirty things in your ears about your neighbor who was watching him grinding you like a dog in heat at the side of the pool. His wet swimming trunks rubbing against your bikini bottom had you weak on the knees, but he was enjoying showing off to your neighbor about the things that he can do to you.

As much as Sunghoon liked to put on a show outside, he continued to fuck you in the guest bedroom of the villa, not wanting to give the sick bastard the satisfaction of seeing you in pleasure.

His touches and actions were rough, lips muttering teasing and mocking words to provoke you while his hips were moving in and out of you in a feral manner. Bites and hickeys married your skin, manhandling you in a way that he could ignite the deepest pleasure that gets you mewling and crying in a mess for him.

But the aftercare was immaculate, he did his best to clean you— attending to your needs and wants because Sunghoon himself acknowledged how aggressive and rowdy he can be with you.

It’s gradual, but you’ve noticed how different he holds you from before— his movements are more slow and sensual, kisses on your skin lingering with subtle softness and gentleness. When he releases into you, he prefers to face each other when cumming. Thick eyebrows in a furrow and tender gaze never leaving your eyes, you’ve never cummed so hard at how unnerving he was looking at you.

The butterflies in your stomach never ceased even after he left to run a bath for the both of you.

You don’t deny the attraction you had with him, the sentiment you felt every time you were with him was unfamiliar to you; though you had a suspicion of what that emotion means, the last thing you loathe the most was to be vulnerable, even it means suppressing that feeling described with only four letters.

Even among the hundreds of drunk, sweaty students in the frat house, you could pinpoint the male among the crowds even with the obvious silver dyed hair. He don his typical attire of a black t-shirt paired together with dark pants, exuding an captivating aura that lures you in with a single glance, decipher by the flock of interested people surrounding him.

You didn’t keep your gaze on him for too long before climbing up the stairways to the third floor, where you could chamber yourself in a familiar room you’ve been in way too many times.

You didn’t notice the darted glance from Sunghoon watching you from afar.

Sunghoon’s room was always kept tidy and neat in comparison to the other frat boys. You collapsed on the sofa the minute you entered, taking off your heels that were aching your toes. You’ve been in them for far too long during the party that your mother hosted, standing like a piece of statue just mindlessly sipping on wine.

You let out an exhausted sigh, stretching your legs on the coffee table and leaning your head on the shoulder rest of the sofa. You bask in the light scent of Sunghoon’s room that surges and wanes; delicately soft yet elegantly sweet that reminds you of fresh laundry with a hint of his body soap and shampoo in between.

You wonder if you’ve spent too much time in his room (or arms) to be able to distinguish it.

The plan was to hang around until any of the escorts hired by your parents were able to track you down, going from place to place until you were cornered and forced to surrender. So, you weren’t planning on staying for long in the frat house, taking only temporary refuge until you were ready to rendezvous out.

The silent atmosphere of the room soon falters as the sound of the door opening cuts through. You didn’t need to look to know who had entered.

“What are you doing here?” you sang, watching as Sunghoon closed the door and made his way to the sofa.

“Do I need to have a reason to enter my own room?” he raised his eyebrow, sitting down on the space beside you so close to that the skin on your shoulder brushed against the fabric of his shoulder. “I brought a peace offering.”

You curiously glance at the side when he holds a piece of joint between his fingers, the brunt bud at the end emits smoke that disintegrates into the air. You were a bit surprised seeing the rolled weed between his lanky fingers; Sunghoon was adamant that smoking was not allowed in his room which includes cigarettes as well, considering that he didn’t want the scent to stick to his sheets and bed.

Or maybe it was a way for him to bribe you to stay longer, already used to your nomad tendencies whenever you came after escaping your parents. Either way, it was a treat for you.

You let out a small smile, leaning forward to capture the end of the joint on your lips when he held it out to you. “Offer accepted.”

Sunghoon watches you take in a long drag, the red hues of your lipstick staining the paper. His eyes darted down to the exposed skin of your shoulder, the loose necklace around your neck dangling with soft movements, and the way you leaned in gave him a perfect view of your ample cleavage due to the low cut nature of the dress.

“Eyes up here buddy.” you blew out the smoke out of your mouth into this face, causing him to smirk at your antics.

“You certainly dressed aptly for the occasion. The red dress looks good on you.” he leans into the sofa, hands outstretched on top of the backrest behind you. He took the time to take a puff himself.

“Thanks, I dyed it with the blood of my enemies.” you could feel the small movement of his arms behind you, feeling the substance reaching your brain to your bloodstream; muscles relaxing after a few seconds. You don’t usually indulge in such substances, only occasionally enough to not get you addicted. But you do enjoy the euphoric effects it had on you.

“So,” Sunghoon dragged out, letting out a puff of smoke. You could tell it was his first joint of the day by how sober he looked and acted. “Aren’t you going to tell me what happened?”

You let out an amused but strained chuckle, resting your head gently on his shoulder. “My parents were going to announce my supposed engagement without my knowledge.”

Sunghoon’s eyebrow twitched at the news. Something in him felt uncomfortable hearing that but he chose to stay nonchalant about it but inside, he was fuming. He knew there comes a time where your parents would arrange a forced marriage for alliance but hearing it coming out of your mouth, his heart squeezed with agony.

“Who’s the lucky man?”

The side glare you gave him caused him to chuckle. It was obvious he said that as a joke but Sunghoon wanted to know the potential male that your parents had set you up with, probably to appease his ego that he was definitely superior in other criteria than the male even though wealth was not in his favour.

“Justin Woo, you know him right?”

“Never heard of him.”

“Sunghoon,” you pressed, annoyed by his adamant answer. “He's literally from your department, how could you not know?”

He pushed back the bangs of silver hair out of his face. You didn’t catch the way his lips curved into an annoyed smirk. Of course he knew who he was, and that pissed him even more knowing that the guy was definitely equal— if not superior to him if you take money into account.

“And what does he have to do with what happened?” Sunghoon insisted. You decided to ignore his whole ordeal before continuing with your story.

“Basically, he was on the same page as me. He found out about the secret announcement from his nosy sister, practically begging me to do something about it. Poor boy had a girl of his dreams already.” you said.

You remember the way he pulled you to the side, away from the prying eyes from the guests, ignoring the cold stare you were giving him. Justin Woo was not the worst option your parents wanted, there were a couple of other options who were pretty much garbage for your taste. You knew because of the stupid dates your parents forced you to attend.

The others practically sees you as just an object to win over, either it was some stupid bet between their rich boy circle to hang you like an medal or an order from mommy and daddy to seal an alliance with your family.

Justin Woo at least had the decency to read the room and decide to just take you out on a simple dinner date, respectfully announcing that he had no intention of advancing on you. Now you know why, clearly he was not interested in you due to being occupied with another girl.

But the only thing about him was the fact that he didn’t like to defy his parent’s wishes (which peeved you the most). Although he was against the idea of marrying you, he was too much of a coward to handle the disappointment. So with his last resort, he had to ask you to pretty much do anything to stop this from happening.

“So I marched straight to where Mrs. Woo was and told her I was not going to marry his son and that her husband had been snooping around with a younger woman behind her back.” you continued. “I said that not because I wanted to but because Justin thought it would be something extra that could completely put the engagement to an end.”

The way Mrs. Woo's face turned into an ugly shade of red at your words— the moment made you fear for your life until you saw a look of acceptance in her eyes before she left in search of her cheating husband. It finally dawned on you that she must have suspected an affair a lot earlier, and your words only fueled her suspicions even more.

You left early before the storm, and the plan that you and Justin conjured up in alliance worked when the announcement was never made in the party. Let’s just say the agreement between the parents was not fulfilled due to the commotion and you were sure your mother had permanently removed the Woo family’s son from the marital candidates in hopes of avoiding further issues in the future.

Sunghoon snorted, “That was something, alright.”

“He must have really loved that girl to be able to ruin his parent’s marriage like that.” you mused absentmindedly, falling into a headspace of your own. Sunghoon observed you from the corner of his eyes, watching the way you were picking at the cuticle of your thumb.

“The marriage was ruined the moment his father decided to cheat,” Sunghoon said. “It was only a matter of time before he got caught, which unfortunately for him, by his own damn son.” you nodded in agreement at his words, resting the back of your head on his forearm behind you.

You hated talking about relationships, especially marriages. Your whole life, your mother has set you up with countless potential suitors from different families. Jay would often joke that he might be on that list as well, considering how your mother was poaching for connections at such incredible lengths.

You, on the other hand, did your absolute best to ruin your mother’s plan. You did everything you could to be perceived as an undesirable marriage candidate. Even if it means using the media as a form of material, involving gossip blogs to front pages of paparazzi tabloids; you were the pinnacle of a troubled lady.

Because of this, you were able to delay any form of engagement, but you were sure that your mother had not given up just yet by the looks of it. You don’t want to admit it but, it’s getting to you that she might just succeed.

“Talking about relationships and marriages is a pain in the ass.” you scooch closer to his side, eyes trained on the joint between his finger that was still burning before reaching out with one arm. “I need another smoke.”

“Woah, slow down there. Not so fast.” Sunghoon raised his arm, making sure it was far away from your reach. You place a hand on his shoulder to balance yourself, practically sitting on his lap at this point.

“What the hell! You said it was a peace offering.”

“I take it back.” Sunghoon secured an arm around your waist, pulling you to straddle his lap.

The front part of your body was flushed against his, feeling his body heat radiating and the smell of his musky cologne was intoxicating. He leaned enough until you could count his lashes— faces so close that you could make out the way his eyes were trained on your lips before staring back into your eyes.

“If you want some, you’ll have to cooperate with me. Alright, princess?” Sunghoon taunts, voice almost a sultry whisper. You had to stop yourself from shivering when he called you with that nickname, the sort of edge that hypnotized you the moment he utter those words.

“Fine.” you swallow down the pride clawing out of your throat, causing Sunghoon to lick his bottom lips in satisfaction.

You watch him bring the rolled joint, now almost an inch long, around his lips— dragging a long puff before leaning into your face with expectation. It wasn’t until his nose bumps into yours did you understand his intention, closing the distance and capturing his lips in a kiss.

Both of your hands grips onto his board shoulder, feeling the smoke transfer from his mouth to yours, the substance reaching your brain until you feel lightheaded. Sunghoon’s palm at your back pushes you closer to him, deepening the kiss until it elicits a soft whine from your lips.

It seems that the both of you have forgotten about the small bud that had fallen somewhere on the floor, basking in each other’s mouths until every mass of smoke had escaped, either into your system or in the air around the room.

The way his lips moved in a sensual motion against yours, tongue exploring the cavern of your warm mouth until you could taste a hint of alcohol on your taste buds. His arms nestle on your hips, enjoying the feeling of your fingers tugging at the hair on his nape.

The kiss soon turns sloppy and rough, saliva coating the entrances of each other’s mouth— he was sucking on your bottom lips until you had to forcefully lean back to break the kiss, leaving you gasping for air at the intensity.

“You're hard.” you swallowed down, resting your forehead against his. You felt him poking at your inner thighs and Sunghoon couldn't help but chuckle, staring back at you with lust in his eyes. Something about seeing you with swollen lips glistening with saliva at such a close proximity got him hungry for more.

You felt his fingers snaking under the skirt of your gown, reaching to rub you against your panties. The action causes you to buck against his bulge for friction, feeling him stroking your folds against the fabric of your underwear.

“And you’re wet, princess.” Sunghoon mumbled close to your lips, feeling the wet patch sticking to his fingers. “So fucking wet just for me.”

You whimper when he thumbed your clit, drawing circles around the hard knob until your nails clawed his shoulder for support. He grunts when you move to grind on his bulge, watching you through hooded eyes as you let out a string of moans with mouth agape.

“God, you’re driving me crazy.” Sunghoon hissed when the tight confinement of his cock rubs against the material of his pants with every motion of your hips.

You gasp when he slips past the fabric of your underwear, two rough fingers rubbing earnestly on your damp folds that you had to lean your head back from the pleasure. Sunghoon welcomed the gesture, leaving open-mouth kisses on your exposed neck, loving the way the straps of your dress had fallen down delicately from its place on your shoulder.

Sunghoon’s dirty little secret was that he remembers every detail of all the dresses you wore after a party every time you’ve slept with him.

“I love this dress on you.” He said, pushing you by the shoulder until you lay flat on the sofa on your back. You watch him pull his shirt off, throwing it on the floor before proceeding to bunch the skirt of your gown at the waist. “I can’t wait to fuck you in it.”

He wasted no time tugging your underwear down your legs, shivering when the cold air hit your exposed core. He spreads your legs apart, diving straight into your wet cunt without a second to spare.

“Oh my god,” you breathe out, unable to contain your moans as Sunghoon drags his tongue against your entrance, feeling the warmth of the wet muscle swirling itself in between your folds. Your legs were hooked to his shoulder, inner thighs squeezing the sides of his face when you wiggle in an attempt to grind down against his face.

“S-Sunghoon!” you gasped when his tongue prods you hole, the electrifying feeling causes your skin to break out into goosebumps. The weed in your system was causing you to be more sensitive than usual and combined with Sunghoon’s innate ability to know the right button to push your body into ecstasy, you can’t help but tighten your grip in his hair.

The action caused him to meet your eyes when you sneak a glance down at him, feeling the little smirk against your cunt when he saw your glossy eyes, skin flushed and lips panting at every movement of his tongue. With fingers digging into your thighs, Sunghoon drags you down further into his face, loving the smell and taste of your arousal intoxicating him.

“Taste so fucking good.” the way he mumbles— the vibration sending shivers down your spine and you rolled your eyes to the back when he started lapping your cunt with such intensity that the pleasure was overwhelming your senses.

“I’m so close—” the sob that spilled out of your slips was so deranged that Sunghoon had to fight back in keeping your hips down. The hot knot that was building up in you was about to burst— and you're waiting for one final push to make you come undone.

When he moves to inch higher— suctioning his lips around your clit, tongue pressed flat on the sensitive nerve, the orgasm that washes over had you cumming on his mouth with your back arch on the sofa. Your cries filled the empty space of his room as Sunghoon continued licking you through the aftershock of your high.

With one last kiss to your clit (which made you shiver), he softly rested his hands on your bent knee, lifting up from his kneeled position until the sofa deepens at this weight. The way he wipes the corners of his lips with the pads of his thumb, gazing at you straight in the eye and letting you watch him lick the excess slick of your arousal.

The desire that pooled in your eyes got him leaking with precum— as if his boxers weren’t damp already when he ate you out.

“I don’t have a condom with me,” he moved to unbuckle his belt, hastily unzipping his pants from the tight confinement before pulling down his boxers. “Are you on the pill or…?”

You nodded your head, already feeling impatient from his question. “Yeah, I’m on the pill.”

You let it sink in that he didn’t have protection on him. You wonder if he didn’t bring any knowing that you wouldn’t be able to attend the frat party. Sunghoon glance back at you when you fell silent and in an instant, he could already tell what was going on in your mind. He wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or the weed in his brain but he was feeling a little more bold than normal, which was either a good or a bad thing at the moment.

“I wasn’t planning on sleeping with anyone—” he felt the words slipping at the tip of his tongue, but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to say the next words right now. With his mind still in a jumble and the fact that you’re looking at him expectantly, his mouth just rolled without much control. “—unless it was you.”

He immediately regretted saying anything.

Sunghoon couldn’t pinpoint the moment he fell in love with you— maybe it was the time you defended him during high school when the owner of the convenience store accused him of shoplifting, which he didn’t, or the time when you called him to whisk you away from a soirees with his motorcycle, driving under the night sky until you fell asleep on his shoulder.

Either way, he didn’t want you to feel obligated to come into terms with your feelings towards him. Pushing this new revelation would only burden you even more, especially when you've always come running into his arms when trouble hits. He didn’t want to take away that safe space from you— he was fine suffering with this affection alone, and he never wants to trade it if it means that you’ll leave his side once you know.

But talking about marriages, engagements, relationships and love? There was something itching in him that you’ll never be his until he tries, and watching you with another person that wasn’t him? Call him selfish but unless you were truly in love with the person and not some kind of agreement that your family did— he wasn’t going to let you go.

“I’ll be honest, I wasn’t expecting you to say that.” you admitted. He watched you place an arm over your eyes, chest rising and falling as he waited for you to continue. “But I don’t know if I can.”

“I don’t expect you to.” He quickly added on.

“No, you’re mistaken. I want to— I want you so damn much.” you let out a shaky breath and Sunghoon can make out how your fingers were trembling. “But I don’t know if I can love you as much as you love me.”

You were on the verge of breaking down, the sting in your eyes was hurting but it doesn’t compare to the agonizing feeling in your heart. You were just waiting for his reaction but you didn’t expect the chuckle that slips through his lips. You felt his weight on you, callus fingers wrap around your wrist to move your arms away from your face.

“It’s funny you say that.” When you made eye contact with him, faces so close together and lips just a ghost away from each other; you had to hold back the tears in your eyes when he gazed at you with so much fondness that you couldn’t believe that anyone was capable of looking at you that way.

He smiled. “You didn’t even have to lift a single finger to make me feel loved.”

He guided your hand, letting it slip past the curve of his pecs before nestling it at the area where you can feel his racing heart. He thought of everything that you did that made him feel cared, adored, cherished and most of all, the things that you do to make him fall in love with you as the years go by.

It dawned on you, that his heartbeat was beating as fast as yours.

“Are you sure it’s not the weed talking?” you tried but it only caused him to laugh.

He leaned further until the bridge of his nose was touching yours. “If this is what it feels like every time you look at me, I must be high on you.”

He kissed you feverishly like nothing matters anymore; and you welcomed it, feeling the fire igniting in you burning brighter the more he leans forward to capture your lips. Sunghoon slowly descends down to trail kisses down your jaw to the column of your throat, lips so dangerously close to your pulse that it gets your fingers tangled in his silver locks.

It was wet, it was messy— but you love it.

“Fuck.” you can’t help but gasp out, feeling his mouth reaching the swell of your breast before tugging on the material of your dress together with your bra. Sunghoon wastes no time and attaches his lips on your hardened nipple, earning a well deserved moan from you that got him aroused.

“So soft and pretty.” he sucked on the pebbled nub, devouring it like a popsicle on a summer day while his finger played and flicker the neglected nipple. The pleasure got you shuddering underneath him, rolling your hips when you feel his hard cock rubbing against your leg, precum smeared on the underside of your thighs.

“Sunghoon— fuck, I want—” you whimpered when he grazed his teeth on your nipple, causing him to look up against your breast.

“What do you want, princess?” Sunghoon whispered, massaging your breasts with his hands and making sure to thumb the tender nipples in circular motion. “Tell me what you want with those pretty lips of yours.”

“I want you.” you begged, unable to hide the loud moan when he pinch your nipples and rolled them with his thumb and index fingers, holding onto his wrist as he continued to pleasure you with the motion. You move a leg to rub his hard, leaking cock against your thighs and feeling it pulsate. “I want your cock inside me, Sunghoon.”

“Shit.” the desperate groan that elicits out between gritted teeth, bangs sticking to this forehead while he holds your thigh from moving any faster. Prominent veins protruding out from his neck to his forearms as he stared at you with a smirk. “As sexy as it is— if you do that again, you're gonna make me cum.”

Sunghoon relocated a leg to rest on his shoulder while he positioned himself to line up his cock against your folds. “Fuck— look at this pretty pussy. All fucking mine.”

Your finger grips on the material of the sofa when he rubbed the throbbing head against your soak folds. He had to physically stop himself from ramming straight into your hole when he saw your juices mixed together with his precum dripping down your pussy— instead, Sunghoon slowly pushed himself into you.

No matter how many times Sunghoon had fucked you, you couldn’t get used to how big he was— the stretch wasn’t foreign but you wince everytime he pushes into you little by little. The heat in your stomach was getting hotter the more you felt him sink into your walls, feeling his pelvic flush against yours as the pain slowly turned into pleasure.

“Is this okay? Too much?” Sunghoon’s voice was an octave lower, letting out heavy breaths every time your walls throb against his length, the heat felt like he was drowning in a molten sea.

“Feels so fucking good.” you moaned as Sunghoon began to move whilst gripping on your hips, strong thrust accompanied by his grunts got your hips moving to meet him halfway. The noises the sofa was making as he continued to railed you were drowned by the sound of skin slapping and heavy panting that seems to never stop as the intensity of the pleasure heightens.

“You’re sucking me in.” Sunghoon whines deeply. “So fucking tight even after all the times I’ve fucked you.”

He deeps down to rest his weight on you, forearms caging the sides of your face as you wrap your legs around his waist. The position causes your walls to clench against his cock harder, clawing at the muscles of his back with your nails as he repeatedly hits your sweet spot at an incredibly feral pace. You were a sobbing mess underneath him, every vicious thrust of his cock edge the knot in your stomach at its tipping point.

You swore you saw stars at this point.

“I’m gonna cum.” you sobbed, eyes clenched shut, feeling the edge of your orgasm teetering. Sunghoon pressed the side of his face close to yours, thrust turned more desperate and brutal as his own climax was near.

“I love you, y/n.”

The way he says those words— your own name slipping out of his lips, the genuine and heart-wrenching tone of his voice got you realizing, at this point, this was not your best friend with benefits fucking you— this was the man who cherished you from the moon to the back making love to you with his whole heart.

“I love you, Sunghoon.” you rasped out.

The orgasm that hits pulls you apart at the seams, thinning you into pieces of fragile threads that melts as constant waves of pleasure overwhelm your senses. Sunghoon smashed your lips with his— moaning loudly in your mouth that you felt the vibration in your throat, ropes of hot cum filling inside of you that got your fuzzy in the brain.

Your pussy spasm over and over again around his length that had him shuddering in rapture. Your words of confession to him played like a broken record in his mind, and Sunghoon wishes that the both of you could stay in this intimate position forever.

He continues his pace, hips rocking slowly with your body through each other’s high. You’re now seeping at his comforting warmth, fingers trailing soft caresses on the back of his skin. Labor panting soon dies down, and his hips come to stop. Although the high only lasted for a few seconds, the follow up was like bathing in a beautiful afterglow of a sunrise.

The muffled sound of the party was ongoing in the background but Sunghoon paid it no mind to kiss you gently on the cheek, lifting himself up from your body.

“Sorry,” Sunghoon swallowed thickly with guilt, pulling out at you. He gestures to the bunched and wrinkled material of your dress, specifically the skirt. “I think I got cum on your dress.”

You laugh, tugging him on the hand so that he laid beside you on the tight-fitted sofa. He pulled you in his arms, embracing you while you continued to giggle. “I think that’s the least of our worries.”

The both of you laid on your sides face-to-face, eyes fallen deeper and deeper with each other. Between lingering stares, the both of you completed each other like two pieces of puzzle, and the relationship the both of your possessed shared a solidified label—

He is yours, and you are his.

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