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beargyuuzz · 2 years ago

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Summary: a typical outing to your favorite coffee shop leads you to meet him, but you never knew how close he always was. His attitude is infuriating, but something about him pulls you in too deep.

Trope: rockstar! TXT, loveable jerk x cold girl pairing

WC: 12k

WARNINGS: Smut, Asshole yeonjun, swearing, reader is kinda mean, alcohol, drug mention ??

GENRES: Rockstar! Yeonjun x fem! Reader, little bit of interaction with every member

MINORS DNI

There were very few things Yeonjun found enjoyable in life. Dancing, skating, and the occasional drama was all that got him going. In a way, that was the thing that led him to this moment. Adjusting his patched denim jacket over his skinny jeans and white shirt, he headed toward his daily spot. The Black Hare coffee shop.

You see, this coffee shop was riddled with rude girls who pretend to be hot shit. Vapid, conceited, and disinterested women that were fresh out of high school and on their way to adulthood. Little did they know.

Yeonjun walks in, the scent of baked goods and espresso filling his senses as he sits down at his usual window seat and opens his laptop. Being a graphics artist meant that he always had another project. He never really got a break from it, either. He would kill to be careless like those girls again.

“What can I get for you?” A barista with a sleazy smirk walks up with a notepad, staring at him like a piece of meat while he finishes up part of his sketch. Girls like her weren’t his cup of tea. The long, bleached-out waves of blonde and light pink contrasted with thick makeup and a fake tan to top it all off. Not his type of woman.

“Cafe mocha, extra shot.” The girl huffs at the lack of attention and walks to the register with a pout, causing Yeonjun to roll his eyes before they fall on your form. Glass skin, shoulder-length dark hair, and tattoos peeking from beneath the clothing you had worn. Your head was turned, someone younger to the left of you speaking into your ear.

Your hair frames your face, two hair clips hold the sides away from your ears, and accessories gently mingle to show you had a fashion sense to die for; a Black pencil skirt with black leather sandals, and a red silk crop top with a layered with a baggy blazer that hung off to expose a tattoo of flowers and a rabbit on your shoulder. Bold makeup that brought out your eyes and plush lips tied it together with ease. You had taste. He liked that.

It was rare to see someone pulling off classy and edgy all at once, even more so to see a person who gives off an air of dominance as you did. Your presence demanded the attention of everyone around, and that was exactly why he knew he had to have you at any expense. Be it to himself or others.

Yeonjun watches you with interest, thoughts running behind his dazed orbs up and down until his eyes pick up on the sudden change in your expression. You had gone from a neutral, bored expression to pure annoyance in a matter of seconds. A moment later he finds out exactly why that switch occurred.

“I said hurry up. You're not the only customer here, you know.” The blonde from earlier snaps with a snarky smile, receiving a sharp inhale from you in response. The small girl to your left looks a bit concerned by the change in your mood, clenching her fists in the strawberry-patterned dress adorning her body.

After a moment, you smile bitterly and give her your order. You surely had more control than he would have had in that situation.

“Vanilla Macchiato. Iced, add an extra shot of espresso, and then a cherry shake, regular sugar level, and please lose the attitude. It isn’t a good look.” The cold, airy tone of your voice hits Yeonjun in the gut, chills spreading at the sheer attraction he held for you at that moment, despite feeling irritation spread at the insolent behavior of the barista. Even your attitude was hot in his eyes.

“Didn't know I was serving a child. Why would you want that as a grown woman?” The girl speaks coldly, typing in the order with disinterest lacing her features. The girl beside you snaps her head up at that, ears a bit red at the insult thrown her way.

“Didn't know I was being served by a pick me. Why is it your business?” The stale monotonous tone you used fills the air, making the few people in the line snicker in response to you.

“I mean, I just don’t know why anyone above the age of ten would order a cherry shake.” The smirk tugging her lips says it all. An annoying and satisfied half-assed smirk covering the barista’s face told you exactly why she was so rude, And you were going to call it out.

“Hm. Kira, is it? Well, I’m sorry to upset your superiority complex and cheer captain from snoozeville vibes, but last time I checked your job was to shut the hell up and take the order. Don't disrespect customers and make fun of drink choices that have nothing to do with you just because you’re mad about your mundane job and attitude driving off every single person you show interest in. Now take the damned money and get the drinks done before we have an actual problem.”

You had remained calm in your tone and actions, the only thing giving you away being the tap of your freshly manicured nails against the counter in a weak-willed attempt to compose yourself. This couldn’t be the first time you’d put someone in their place, but what would Yeonjun need to do to make it him you were talking to?

“Y/N? Are you gonna be okay? You never get like that anymore.” The girl beside you speaks softly, giving a name to the face he couldn’t take his eyes off. Yeonjun was starstruck by your attitude, allured by the nature of which you held yourself, and enthralled by your looks.

“I’ll be fine, Soo. Just not in the mood to start another fight if I don’t have to. Little brat has a silver spoon written all over her.” You calm down once again, watching the younger girl as she leans on you to calm herself. You were used to people giving you issues, but you wouldn’t let any extra stress damage Soo= if it could be helped.

“Okay, just remember to breathe so you don’t go to prison. I can’t bail you out if you do.” Soo responds with a shy smile, her voice timid as she places her hands on her hips while looking around the store.

That was when she noticed the attractive dirty blonde’s eyes on the pair. A smirk crosses her face at the realization that Yeonjun was eyeing you.

“Here.” The drinks are slammed on the counter in front of you, prompting a ten to be thrown at her as your friend grabs the items. “Buy some manners with it, pretty girl.”

With a final smirk, you walk to a table located near the front windows right beside him. Soo-ah had picked it, dragging you along before making you sit down.

You probably seemed like a bitch, but there were things you wouldn’t tolerate. It just so happens that you were well-known to start fights over them. Just the other day, you split your knuckle on a guy who was acting creepy toward a girl on the subway. And while it wasn’t you who started problems, you always seemed to finish them.

That was your curse.

“You know, you could easily just ignore people like her. Other people are ignoring it.” Soo-Ah speaks up, bringing you from whatever stray thoughts were plaguing your mind.

“What’s the fun in that?” Yeonjun closes his laptop as he speaks, facing the two of you with a small smile on his lips. Your eyes dig into him, gauging his movements with a newfound interest.

He was the hottest guy you’d seen in this town. Ever.

Looking up and down, you see the toned thighs fighting the ripped-up skinnies and biceps straining the fabric when he crosses his toned arms over his chest. Have you seen him before? Surely you wouldn’t overlook someone who looked like HIM.

“Like something you see? Y/N right? I’m Yeonjun.” That catches you off guard, face reddening under the blush you had applied previously and nearly showing through as you choke on your coffee.

“How the fuck do you know my name.” Your tone is suspicious, watching him point at your friend and smile. Perfectly white teeth flashing in your direction was enough for you to cross your legs.

“She said it by the counter. Pretty name for such a pretty face.” He leans forward then, leaving your eyes to pick up on the pink-tinted lenses he had in his eyes.

“Well, Yeonjun. I dare say this isn’t a conversation that included you. That can start fights too~” The tone is playful, you leaning forward with your friend backing up with a slightly entertained look on her face.

Yeonjun then gets his coffee, nodding to the girl as he takes a sip of the gently flavored coffee.

“And I’m interested. So it looks like you’ll have to find a middle territory, won’t you?” His tone drops, watching you tense and become a bit more frustrated with each word he teases you with. He had never met a woman as rebellious and snide the way you were. It was all direct. Nothing was hidden by you in any way. Blunt was the word.

“Fine. I’ll tell you now then. I’m not the dating type, nor am I the ‘let’s have fun and do it for a month’ type. I don’t think you want to sign up for anything with me. If you still want to play, you’ll realize I’m not worth the trouble sooner or later and leave. So I suggest not sticking around, baby.”

“You think that scares people like me away? I like trouble. I like the struggle. Come to La Luna if you decide to show any interest, doll. The bar on 5th Avenue? My band plays this Friday.” Yeonjun speaks in a sultry tone, now looking for a reaction from you.

“You’re just trying to get under my skin, now.”

A knowing grin passes Soo-ah’s expression. She knew exactly what was going on in your brain at that exact second. She knew you were interested in the way your lips curled when the two of you made eye contact; even though you hated it.

He’s trouble. And you like that.

He chuckles and moves into a seat across from you, raising a brow and licking his lips. “So what if I am? You’re fun to mess with already. I bet that anger isn’t the only thing that makes you entertaining.”

This little shit was going to make you crazy. You might catch a charge if he keeps going on like this. Cocky with a bad attitude, just like you. This man was a mirror and you had no idea how to handle it. You had moved to get up, an angrier expression at play now. You were ready to jump him.

“You son of a “

“Okay! That’s enough of that. Y/N we have to meet Kai now. Let’s go.” Soo-Ah speaks in a rush, grabbing your arm with a startled face as Yeonjun giggles and leans back in the seat.

“Fine. Let’s go.” Your voice is wispy as your heart races, eyes scanning the man with a bit of attraction that you couldn’t attempt to hide. You start walking away with your drinks, a deep sigh leaving your lips as you do so.

“La Luna at 11 Friday! Don’t be late!” He calls after you with a smile, and for the first time in years, your heart flutters.

——————————————

“Sounds like a total ass. I would have punched him.” Your best friend, Kai speaks. From the second you got in the door, you were complaining about the gorgeous man who decided to push every button he could. Kai, being the angel he is, did nothing but listen as you paced back and forth. He was always patient with you and that meant the world. He was one of the only men you had ever let into your life. And the only one that ever stayed.

“I almost did! Wanted to ruin his stupid pretty face but she wouldn’t let me!”

“That’s why I stopped you. He was pretty AND had eyes on you before we even got into it with the barista. He invited you to go see him on Friday if you decided to stop being an ass.” The woman replies with a sly smile, looking to Kai for support to be dissatisfied with the sight before her.

He was upset.

“My show is Friday. We got a gig and have to go before we lose hope in this whole band thing. My guitar would get dusty.” He speaks softly, feeling you sink into his arms with a small sigh. He was used to you demanding love by now, seeing as you only ever went to him for it.

“We can go. Fuck that guy anyways.” You speak softly into his chest, making him smile as he plays with your hair. Soo-Ah used to accuse you of dating him, seeing as you acted like you were married. She learned along the way just how much you hated relationships, even when you yearn for affection.

The truth was that you were scared. Every single man you dated was bad. Comically bad. The last one had even taken a bet on you with his friends back home. The fear of being hurt or abandoned was strong in your mind with each attempt people made to be with you. There was an excuse each time.

This time it was that he was too pretty.

“What are you thinking about, princess? You never space out like this.” Kai speaks into your ear, noticing your absolute silence. You were practically the back of his hand, Kai having every single line and freckle memorized. From the first day, he was your rock.

“I just feel stupid. He was cute.” He tsks at your answer and chuckles, tugging a tiny strand of your hair as a way of teasing you.

“And you feel stupid why?” You look at him and groan at the inquirer with contempt.

“I can’t even think about letting someone in like that now. Yet I almost wanted to go just to taunt him.”

“Well, that’s not a good idea. Come to MY show and get good drinks. Forget about it, okay?” A small smile overtakes his face, soothing you before moving to stand and grab his guitar and play. You always loved seeing the man play, his eyes passionate and heart on his sleeve when he plays for you. The way he was when you were alone together was presented to others only when he played. It was raw, strong, and heartfelt.

Everything that made you love this idiot in the first place.

————————————-

Soo-Ah left a few hours later, no longer interested once her current plaything asked her to come to hang out. The girl had a new flavor every week, but you wouldn’t tell her that. Habits die hard, and she hadn’t gotten hurt yet. Choosing to play around was on her, and you’d be there for every step of her journey with dating and life.

Being alone with Kai was something you considered sacred. Something you got rarely and never took for granted when you got it. Whether it be a movie or the two of you out on the town, you always treasured the small amounts of time you got solo with the man.

To say he adored your company was a sad understatement. Any time he got a chance to have you alone, he was doing it with no questions asked. Kai had spent ages watching from a distance back before you were close, and once he got in he was stuck by you like there was a magnet.

He has spoiled you rotten since that day. The damn fool even bought you a motorcycle when you finally turned 21. With a sigh, you move to the couch across from him even though you knew that distance wouldn't exist long.

“Kai?”

“Yes, Y/N?”

“Why do you care so much? I used to bully you for even breathing near me and Soo. So why didn’t you give up?”

This gets his attention, pulling his eyes to your lying form as a smile contorts his pretty face.

“Well, for starters… You made my life interesting. I was bored with people constantly giving me attention for being attractive as you put it. You never give me selfish or biased attention. I love that. You also don’t have expectations for me aside from general conversations.” Kai speaks in a gentle tone, standing from his seat to languidly make his way over to the couch. Seeing your body sprawled doesn’t deter him one bit, the male simply lifts you back into his lap after he sits.

“And even then, you know I love you no matter what. That isn’t going to change and I won’t be going anywhere. I want to see you grow and change in life. It’ll be worth it for me.” He was always sentimental with you, making your fears vanish into nothing each time he had the chance to hear the fears leave your mind. This was special to him. Being able to see a raw side of you was something he prided himself on. He knew that he was the only one you dropped the facades around.

“I love you too, Kai. I never really say it, but I do.” This draws a beautiful smile across his face, one filled with sincerity and adoration for you. One he hardly ever had. It reached his eyes and heart.

“Let’s get some rest and then get ready for Friday. You need to take your bike if you want to be able to park. Leave the rest to me. Three days.” At that moment a knock on the door sounds and a whine leaves Kai’s throat as he gets out from under your body; as soon as he answers, you get up and head to the bedroom to steal his bed while you could.

The door slams shut behind him, a muffled complaint heard from your friend hinting at this being unexpected.

“Dude I need to practice and my guitar is being fixed. You know Jun will kill me if I don’t have everything ready for Friday.” The opposing voice speaks quickly, stress and panic lacing his voice with each passing moment.

“Well can’t you come back later? I was heading to bed.”

“You stay up most of the night. Don’t lie.” A sigh leaves Kai as he walks to the bedroom and tosses you one of his hoodies. He hadn’t answered this Beomgyu person yet, and instead decided to put you in his hoodie and have you come out more modestly than the shorts and bra you had been in since getting here. You never stayed fully dressed if you didn’t have to.

“Put that on before this idiot barges in here. Gyu is our lead guitarist. Be lucky it isn't Soobin. Bassist. Our vocalist never bothers me this much. Annoying.”

You slip the hoodie on with a tiny nod, having never really known much about the band or asked for that matter. It was his business and he tells you things when he wants to.

“Dude, what the hell are you doing in h- Who’s she? Your girlfriend or something?” The door bursts open to show a taller man with honey-brown hair and eyes to match, dressed in a graphic shirt and black pants paired with a blazer coat. He had style for someone who had been called annoying.

“This is Y/N. The girl I ‘ditched’ you for at practice? The one I’ve known since all of us were kids? She knows Hyun too. Ask him if it’s that much of an issue.” Kai speaks gruffly, walking back to the living room with his amp in hand. This left you to be alone with the man in front of you.

“So you aren’t a thing, then. I’m Beomgyu. Lead Guitarist. He talks about you a fair bit. Never tells us anything of gravity.” Beomgyu speaks in a softer voice now, extending a hand that you refuse instantly. You then walk past him, looking over your shoulder.

“I’m Y/N. A vocalist for music I never share. Never heard your name, but heard of the guitarist who breaks a string once a week.” You walk to Kai after that, seeing him finishing up the amp with a concentrated face.

“Why the face, Kai?” You ask him in a soft tone, your voice seeming to melt the tension off of his shoulders.

“The cord has damage, so I was patching it up the other day. Now the stupid thing isn’t working. I would have to use my high-performance amp and that one might get too loud for such a small space.” His tone is steely, showing every bit of frustration clearly in his eyes.

“The music center is nearby. Why don’t we just run to get the cable and get chicken or something on the way? Maybe bug Taehyun about coming to help us out.”

Your solution seems to stop Kai from further annoyance, watching as he stands up to get his shoes, but before he can get his keys you flash your own with a grin.

“Oh hell no. You drive like there aren’t laws, Y/N.” He speaks with a nervous face, Beomgyu now standing by the amp with a tiny smile at the panicked younger male.

“I drive or I don’t go. I’ve gotten better at following the rules~”

“Yeah. Let her drive, you little stickler.” Beomgyu pipes in, making the evil smile on your dewy skin amplify.

“I like him. You’re cool.” You speak to the two with a laugh, slipping your boots back on your feet and tying your hair into a secure knot. You always drove a little crazy, enjoying the rush of letting go. Kai hated it, having been the one to teach and attempt to control your chaotic ass on the road.

“Fine. If we get pulled over, I’m driving home. No arguing and no complaints.” He then walks out the door, leaving his helmet behind in contradiction to his concerns about you controlling the bike.

“You have him under your spell if he lets you take the reins, pretty girl. Don’t kill him too soon.” The elder male pipes up, smiling playfully at you the moment you walk out with a smile of your own.

“I could never. He’s the world to me.” The words leave in a small voice, one he can hardly hear past the keys as you close the door and rush down the steps. You knew Kai was your ride-or-die, but you hadn’t expected someone to point out his adoration.

“Let’s get this done! I texted Hyun and he said he would look into coming over. our bassist has him by the dick about some stupid crap. You might meet Soobin and Odi tonight if he decides to be a brat about it.”

With that said, you straddle the seat of your bike and smirk at the hesitant male who wants nothing more than to trade spots. Once he gets on, his hands go to your hips and adjust you to make more room for his form before sliding up your waist. His arms wrap around you firmly before he leans his head into your shoulder and mumbles a small ‘ready’ to alert you.

“Don’t know who Odi is, but I’m about to have fun with this. Hold on tight, baby.” You tease Kai with a loud rev, peeling down the street with a slightly concerning speed.

“It’s his hedgehog! Cute, but kind of hates us!” He speaks loudly in your ear, drawing a laugh from you while you turn down streets. The grip Kai had on you was stronger during turns, the younger male wanting to keep stable in his place behind you as best he could.

A red light stops you close to the shop you need to head into, a small smile on your face when you look over at him and wink.

“Almost there! Then after this, we can head to 678 and grab some chicken and beer. If I need to meet your members, I say it’s about time.”

———-

“Alright give me like ten minutes and I’ll be back. Keep parked for me, okay?” Kai speaks gently after you both pull in, smiling at you when he runs in. You were happy to relax and wait, knowing he always kept promises to you.

“Well look who it is! Why are you sitting outside instead of in there?” A familiarly irritating voice drawls to your left, making your eyes roll back into your skull. Why was he here?

“Why are you bothering me is the real question.” You retort with a fake yet pretty smile, watching the smirk on his face grow.

“the band and I always come here for things, and I have NEVER seen your pretty face here,” Yeonjun responds with ease, watching you get off the bike and lean on it.

“Well too bad. My best friend gets his supplies here and he needs a new amp cable before his bandmate gets killed.” You speak bitterly, watching him like a hawk as he gets closer.

Yeonjun was close now, breath against your lips and cologne filling your sinuses. The smell was that of sea salt and rose mixed with cigarettes and cedar wood. He smelt as good as he looked, hair wet and pushed away from his face.

“Oh I’m actually over the moon at seeing you here, baby. I mean look at you.” He speaks playfully, caging you against the bike now and chuckling at the gasp you release. Was he trying to intimidate you?

“Okay, we can leave. Yeonjun? Why are you all over her?” Kai stops in shock, eyeing the two of you with worry written on his face.

“This is the guy from the Black Hare. You know, the one who tried and failed to flirt and nearly got punched?” You respond to your friend with a raised brow, smiling when Yeonjun goes rigid.

“Wait! My bandmate was the guy you were telling me and Hyun about when you were on the phone?” He walks up as Yeonjun backs away, giving you a chance to breathe when Kai whispers in your ear.

“The gorgeous one who was dressed like a god? Want me to tell him that?”

“Shut up!” You shove him, seeing him laugh and smile yourself. He never let you have peace, but that was okay as long as you had him.

“Yes, it’s this guy. I take it Jun is him. Vocals?”

“That would be correct. And that means you’re the one he constantly ditches for. And the bike was the one he bought for you. Good to know how… close we could have been if he wasn’t so protective.”

“Jun, don’t start being an ass about me not wanting you all over her like you are now.” Kai butts in, looking annoyed when he does so. Did he piss Kai off?

“Huening Kai, I’m interested in her. I’m not going to hurt her for fucks sake.” Yeonjun spits his words, looking at you with a slight bit of frustration in his eyes. He hadn’t expected you to be in his loop. He would have never guessed you were the woman Kai was always focused on.

“Can we maybe not? If I decide to be friends with them, that’s on me. If not then we can tolerate one another. You know my rules.” You speak to the slightly angry man you adore, grabbing the bag with a smile before packing it up.

“Let’s finish our plans up, hm? Beomgyu is waiting for the amp and everything else. I’m hungry.”

Kai lets out a tired sigh in response, watching you throw your leg over the bike and scoot forward to make room for him to climb on. A tiny smile brightens his face then, the male in question answers you playfully.

“Let’s go. Chicken, beer, home. I’ll pay for that sweet soju you like too. As a treat.” He walks forward and climbs on, pulling your hips flush to him and laughing.

“Sure thing. Yeonjun, if you need anything, call me or Gyu. Hyun and Soobin should be heading over later on. If you finally decide to practice with us, head over tonight.” Kai speaks in a nicer tone this time, smiling gently as you rev the engine and laugh.

“I’ll think about it. You know Soobin’s going to annoy the hell out of her. Talk later.” Yeonjun walks inside, the two of you getting the chicken and beer before heading back to the house in comfortable silence.

—————-

When you get back around an hour later, the first greetings are from Taehyun and a man you assume is the infamous Soobin.

“Dude, what took so long!? Beomgyu said we had to wait outside for you to get back!”

The tallest of them, dark hair in his eyes, speaks in a frantic tone, looking a bit frustrated as you notice a little nose peep from his sleeve. That had your focus.

You were practically vibrating with excitement at the little creature. Kai noticed it, too.

“Y/N, this is Soobin. Soobin, Y/N. And the little nose you’re so jittery about is Odi. Yeonjun should be here soon if he has any se-“

A loud motorcycle cuts him off. The rather tall male you had been battling jumped off once parked. The fifty minutes it took for you to get chicken and beer was enough for him to shower and change, now in a mesh top and leather pants paired with a tattered red crop top. How was he so hot?

After a few seconds of silence, you decide to go inside to stop any conversation with the man. You couldn’t even think after seeing his toned stomach. This man was too much.

“Why did she run off like that?” Taehyun speaks up with a confused expression, knowing you to be a bitch with a respectful flair.

“He’s the guy from the coffee place.”

“Wait, she's the girl who nearly punched you?” Soobin speaks up in shock, now looking entertained while Yeonjun turns a gentle shade of red.

“Can we go inside now?” The eldest mumbles in embarrassment, Odi hissing as he walks past them all. He hated when people started teasing him. It gets annoying fairly often when dealing with his bandmates.

As he goes up the steps, the three others follow him closely with small smirks adorning each of their faces. He never reacted that way to their teasing. You must have some sort of magical ability to make yourself a touchy subject.

You had taken a seat beside Beomgyu, the two of you talking about different music and fashion. You had similar tastes. When the door opens, you let out a tiny whine of protest.

“Let’s practice, guys. I came here because I never really go to our weekly rehearsals and Kai isn't very happy about that.” The eldest speaks up in a stern tone, leading all of them to follow him into the practice room. You had practically gone mute since they came inside, sticking close to the two you were most acquainted with.

On the way down into the basement area Soobin comes beside you, poking your side with a shy smile. He was charming to you, catching your attention with his hand pulling the prickly little creature from his hiding place.

“Do you want to hold him while we practice?” The soft voice hits you with a comfortable feeling. You feel that you can trust Soobin.

An excited squeal leaves you, making a rather startled Taehyun turn to you in shock. Once he sees your hands reaching out for a fairly pissed-off Odi, he smiles. With a small nudge to Kai, the two younger men silently coo at your cute reactions.

Once he was in your hands, his spines slowly started to go down, showing him to be a bit more comfortable with the transfer. You then move around parts of the hoodie, petting Odi to prevent any stress from the movements. His interest becomes similar to that of where he was before, rooting his way into your sleeve with a few hissing sounds.

“I'll make sure to take care of him.” You respond in a quiet voice, matching him with a tiny smile to the creature that took residence in your sleeve. The actions of Odi had drawn a bit of shock from Beomgyu, the five of them knowing just how much the hedgehog hated everyone aside from his owner.

“I'm surprised he likes you so much. Took Soobin months to get Odi to even come out of his hiding spots.” Yeonjun speaks coolly, causing a negative response from the little hedgehog. The moment you feel his spines prickling you, a hiss leaves your lips in protest of it. He must not be very fond of people if a voice can make him startle so easily.

“He should calm down soon. He likes music…” Soobin mumbles from your side, looking a bit flustered at how easily you had relaxed with his beloved pet. A smile crosses your face when you nod, nudging the shy man with your shoulder before you all enter the practice area and take your places around the vast room.

You had taken residence on a blue suede loveseat, watching Soobin tune a bass guitar while the others prepared their instruments of choice. Yeonjun, however, was humming to himself while zoned out in the corner. This gave you a better chance to look him over. This time without prying eyes.

The way his hair settled over his left eye, the sharpness of his jawline… But that wasn’t where you fixed your gaze. You had honed in on the plush, pink flesh of the man's lips. They were slightly bitten, parted as he sang breathily to himself. He had on a tinted balm, making his lips even prettier. You continue to admire them, watching as a cherry sucker was pushed into his mouth to rest on his tongue. The thought of the things he could do with just his mouth had you feeling warm.

Kissing down your back, licking at the skin when he wasn't sinking his teeth into the supple flesh. Nipping your ear with each deep thrust he tormented your body with. His lips would be so gentle yet so harsh at the same time, whispering filthy words into your ear with that pretty smile across his face.

“He’s gonna notice you if you don’t stop, you know.” The quiet voice of Taehyun breaks your train of thought, face turning a deep scarlet as you feel your arm get scratched up. You never got a break between him and Soo-Ah. You look over at him with an annoyed face, unsure of how to handle this.

“You just love being a thorn, don’t you? Don’t start with me tonight, Hyunnie.” You mumble shyly, looking back to Yeonjun to see him staring right at you this time. His eyes were full of mischief, lips puckered around the candy now. Without thinking, you glance down and watch the way he licks and sucks at the candy. He then stands up, walking over to you before taking the candy from his lips.

“You aren’t very discrete, are you?” He taps the fruit-flavored candy on your lips while speaking, Taehyun walking away quickly. He knew the whole time and never said a word; Never once hinting at knowing you were eyeing him.

After a few seconds of silence, he shoves the candy into your mouth, a surprised gasp being your only response to the man and his actions.

“Hold on to it for me, okay princess?” A small wink places emphasis on his words, the flirtatious man walking to the mic with a chuckle as you keep the candy in your mouth.

“Good girl…” he mutters under his breath, catching the attention of Soobin who wears a knowing smirk. He had seen Yeonjun through every bit of his life. He watched Yeonjun get his hopes up and his heart broken until he couldn’t take anymore and returned the favor.

He knew Yeonjun was going all in, but would you?

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“What do I even wear? Is this place casual?” You speak to a fairly entertained Soobin, unsure of what to wear for the bar trip you were taking to see them play. He had shown up in leather, but that was something you had yet to own much of.

“What about the dark green strappy one in the back? It would fit the atmosphere and make you look pretty. I saw a photo of you in it.” He speaks softly, a smile clear on his face when he pulls it from the closet.

“Put it with those platform shoes over there and it’ll look super classy. Maybe put a leather jacket over it?” He continues, handing you the dress to fetch the other items mentioned. One thing you learned over the last two days was he had style.

He was also an absolute angel to you. That was why he was here helping you.

“Thank you, Soobin. I knew I could count on you!” The playful tone makes him giggle, shoving you into the dressing room area so you would hurry up and change.

And you had to hand it to him, you looked hot. The dress fit perfectly around your hips and waist, covering the front while most of your back and ribs stayed exposed. The thin straps were silver, matching the shoes he had recommended. Adding your biker jacket would suit the colors beautifully. Once you grab the jackets you have, your eyes drift to the one the boys had left here when they came to watch a movie this afternoon.

It was riddled with buckles and zippers, most of them having been added by the person in question. It also fits you gorgeously. With a small grin, you grab the jacket and put it on over the dress. The older male doesn’t miss a beat, chuckling at the painted, white letters on the back of the sleeve telling him who the article of clothing belongs to.

“It looks amazing.” He speaks cooly, spinning you gently before leading you to the door.

The drive to La Luna was slow, the two of you laughing and cracking jokes the whole time. After a while, the street ahead clears and he pokes your side to challenge you.

“Let’s tear out! I know you want to.” He speaks up, a sly grin on his face when you rev the engine and giggle.

“Hold on, princess. You asked for it.” Your words make him chuckle, gripping you tightly when you launch through the empty streets and laugh.

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God, you were glad you had help getting dressed. Everyone was in leather and studs, making the outfit Soobin put together look luxurious without drawing a ton of attention to you.

The bar was packed with leather and satin-clad individuals, some smoking and some not.

A few people move around you, stuck in their worlds. Maybe La Luna was a place you would go to more frequently.

“I have to go get dressed. Every performer here has something they wear to pull attention. A shock factor or attention grabber. Try to keep your jaw off the floor for me.” Soobin teases you a bit, rushing to the back rooms with a smile to the bodyguard.

With a small huff, you sit at the front. A man walks over with a face you recognize and an apron you didn’t.

“Hey, Yuta. Didn’t expect to see you here.” You speak in a calm tone, watching as he sets down a glass with what looked like White Russian inside.

“My favorite. Thank you. Speaking of favorites, have you heard from Mark?” You wink at the man, him nodding over to the bar where you see a rather calm-looking Mark with newly pink hair.

“There he is, but you probably came here to see your future husband~” Yuta teases you, grinning at the annoyance lacing your features. He was the same as he was before you graduated.

“Shut it, you goblin. Yes, I’m here for them.” You land a small punch on his arm, smiling a bit as you drink the smooth mix. You could tell this was made by Mark as well, having been his lab rat when he was learning last year before you left that awful school and finished your work online.

As he was coming up with retaliation, the owner of the bar stepped onto the stage. Smiling at you once he recognizes your face. His name was Kun. You knew that much.

“Please welcome your music for the night, everyone. Warm welcome.” You then watch as they all step on, your eyes widening at the intensity of the outfits. How in the hell were those comfortable?

Each of them was in leather head to toe, the outfits covered in belts and buckles down to their boots. Each of them had some type of individuality despite their outfits all being similar. Soobin had a more sleek style, the mandarin collar covering half of his neck. Kai had a harness situation, drawing eyes to the belts around his chest and up to his ethereal face. The lines of the two outfits were perfectly suited to their owners. The next to catch your eye is Beomgyu. His fit was perfect. Taehyun was relaxing in the back, making it a bit hard to see his figure.

Then there was him.

The moment Yeonjun stepped onto the stage, he had all of your attention. From his silver hair down to the pointed black boots he adorned. The buckles were mostly around his arms, the harness pressing into him in every place it could.

With a tiny giggle, Yuta stands up to deliver more drinks. The look on his face tells you that he noticed your gaze on the older male. That would be interesting to deal with later on. When you look back up, you see Yeonjun pull a sucker from his lips and smile while handling the mic.

“Hi, everyone. Thank you to those who came to see us, and to those who didn't. Our name is TbyT and this is our song ``Can't You See Me.”

Once the music starts, you seem to feel every emotion possible while listening. The beginning draws across your skin in goosebumps, the men taking turns singing with Yeonjun in the lead.

‘I’m yours, You were mine Secrets of the world That eternal promise was like magic Our Scintilla bloomed underneath the starlight Now see them burn in fire Turned into ruins, our memories into ashes’

The song plays loud, their voices melding into a smooth melody as it slips through the bar. So this was what Kai meant in the past.

‘ With resentment, my heart is heavy Cuz you don’t understand me To make my resentment stop, please Take my hand, once again’

A small chill rolls throughout you, eyes locking with Yeonjun’s. Raw emotions passed through his face in waves. Hurt, frustration, sadness… All of the feelings he hid behind cockiness and disinterest were in the light now. What had he gone through?

‘ Crumbled sand castle, who’s a liar Dancing fire at the end of the world Can’t you hear it? My voice searching for you Once again I’m left alone “Save me”

Can’t you see me? Like on that magical day, say “Believe me” My heart incinerated, come and feel me; feel me Oh can’t you see me? My friends don’t understand me, no…

Bad bad hope it’s just a painful dream Sad sad return me to your side again ‘

After a bit more, the song finishes. They all smile and bow at the gentle applause, preparing for the next song on their list. Yeonjun, however, steps down and walks to you with an evil little grin on his face. The candy in his mouth was half gone when removed, and your eyes caught on the plush pink lips that were tight in his smile.

“You must like me to have my name on you, princess.” His voice is playful this time, eyes fixed on the right sleeve where the white letters had been painted on in vinyl. With a shocked look on your face, you remove the jacket and glare over at Soobin, who had a cocky look in his eyes.

“I didn’t even know it was yours. Here.” The words leave in a quiet hiss, the tall male now inches away with a tiny grin over his features.

“And? You still wore my jacket which, as you know by now, has my name on it. You smell like me too, so that makes you mine~” Yeonjun smiles and presses his knee into your thigh, effectively pinning your form between him and the table.

“You’re instigating.”

“So what. You’re the only interesting person here. If I get hit, it’ll be worth it. So do it.”

Anger bubbles in your chest at his words, the pit forming in your stomach now heavy and dark. With a deep breath, you move closer and smile. You weren’t losing to your anger tonight. When you get within a foot of him, a tiny giggle leaves his throat.

“You know what? Yes, I have your name on me right now. And I also probably smell like your perfume because of this jacket. The thing is, I could care less. And by the way..” You smirk and grab the sucker by the stick, pulling it from his lips with a pop. Displaying a small smile on your face, you push the candy into your mouth.

A look of pure shock crosses his expression as you tussle his hair and wink. “You would look good with a peachy pink in your hair. To bring out more of your complexion.” Yeonjun gawks at you for a moment, wondering what could have gone through your head at that moment.

With a final giggle, you move towards the bar and away from Yeonjun.

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After some time, you find yourself seated at the bar while talking to Mark, enjoying the music from the band of men you’d grown accustomed to.

“So who was that guy you were messing with? A friend of yours?" The elder male questions you, voice laden with humor.

"God, no. More like a pain in my ass." You respond in a gruff tone, slamming back the shot of gin that had been placed in front of you by your friend.

"And yet you practically spit-swapped him," Yuta speaks up from behind you, taking the other shot with a pointed look. It was clear he wasn't going to be letting you get hazed tonight.

"So what if I did? He did it to me first."

"Are you leading him on? Because last time I checked you refused to date anyone." Mark asks in a matter-of-fact tone, smiling when you choke on your drink.

Were you stringing Yeonjun along? Where was this going between the two of you? Were you toying with him? No. You wanted him. Every fiber of your being wanted that man, but you wouldn't admit it out loud. Not yet.

"I don't know what the fuck I'm doing if I'm honest. This whole thing started of nowhere and now he's EVERYWHERE. But… I don't mind it. It's refreshing to have him around even when it IS pissing me off. All of them are amazing if I'm honest. Beomgyu is funny, Soobin is my guardian angel, Kai is my universe, Taehyun is super sweet when he's not being a smartass… And Yeonjun is as spunky and rude as me. It just works."

"So you're saying you want to stick your tongue down his throat, but don't want to deal with another Doyoung situation," Mark speaks before moving back, expecting a hurricane of rage to leave your lips. But nothing happens. Not even a sharp look.

Your lack of response shellshocked Yuta, eyes bulging from his skull at Mark's haphazard mention of your ex. He knew better than that. But something was different this time.

"You know what, fuck it. I don't care about that jackass anymore. It's such a drag, honestly." You throw back one last shot, grabbing the cigarette from behind Mark's ear along with the lighter you knew would be in Yuta's left apron pocket.

You sigh to yourself, standing from your seat before walking to the back door. You weren't sure why you suddenly felt the need to run off. Nor were you understanding the reaction you had.

It wasn't normal for you to respond kindly OR walk away from the people you had grown accustomed to. No matter what, you had never just walked off.

Leaning back against the cool concrete wall, you look up at the sky. It was a bit cold tonight, your breath just barely visible as you let out a sigh of exasperation.

"I'm fucking ridiculous…" You chuckle out, placing the filter in your mouth and lighting the other end, the strong menthol flavor nearly causing you to choke.

With each exhale, you feel less and less care for the aforementioned male. Less hurt, less anger, less confusion.

"You look like you could use some company." The voice of Kun pulls you out of your mind, a gentle smile on the man's face when recognition glints in your eyes.

"Do I, old man? You're one to talk." He chuckles and stands beside you, taking the cigarette from you to take a drag for himself. The familiarity of it all was comforting.

"Oh, I know. Gonna tell me why Yuta looks like a deer in headlights and keeps hitting my bartender?" You smile at his words and look over at him, eyes filled with humor and relief.

"Well, Mark mentioned Doyoung. That's why he's getting slapped. My reaction to it was probably what scared our poor Yuta."

Kun raises a brow, unsure of what to say in response. He hadn't been too present with you, but he knows what pisses you off

"I just… I didn't feel anything. About him. So I didn't react at all. Just decided to come smoke one of Mark's cheap nasty menthols and let it be."

A smile graces the elder male's face, eyes on the ground as you both continue passing the cigarette back and forth to one another. His next words bring a smile to your face. One that could rival the sun.

"You finally moved on, then?"

You take a moment before answering, letting the comment sink in fully.

"I did."

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After a couple of hours, you find yourself in Kai's living room with the five of them, sitting on the floor with various drinks.

"Let's play a game," Beomgyu speaks up, eyes flitting to land on you. This wasn't going to go well.

"Drink or dare?" Huening Kai suggests in a teasing voice, eyes running up and down your figure. This causes your fight or flight to kick in, and hazy memories of skinny dipping in December come to mind.

"Hell no! You'll target me!" You squeal in a panicked voice, cringing at the memories playing behind your eyes. The boys start to argue amongst themselves, all wanting to play different things.

All except Yeonjun, who was tapping at his phone with a bored expression. He seemed as used to their antics as a bird to morning fog.

"Fine! Let's just play double down. It's easy. You answer the question or you take a double shot of whatever the challenger gives you." Taehyun eventually caves and the others fall into an agreement.

"Y/N, you first," Soobin speaks beside you, eyes filled with mischief. This was going to be interesting.

With a smile, you grab random bottles and add a tiny amount of each to a shot glass, only speaking up after mixing the nightmare concoction.

"Soobin, what's one thing you've never told anyone in this room?" Your voice is like velvet, watching the man squirm nervously in his spot. He gulps down the lump in his throat, inhaling deeply as he eyes the shot.

With a small sigh, you hand over the glass with a glint in your eyes. One that told him he would regret it if he drank.

"I… Slept with Lea a while back." Soobin mumbles quietly, eyes on the ground to avoid the thoroughly appalled eyes of your best friend.

"I'm not even going to ask. Taehyun, your turn. Y/N, keep that shot for now until someone drinks." Kai speaks cooly, eyes drifting to the second youngest in the room.

"Yeonjun, I've noticed you keep staring at a certain someone. Want to tell us why?" Taehyun speaks in a playful tone, holding out the shot with a raised brow and an evil grin. You knew there had been eyes lingering on you, but you hadn’t anticipated Tae being forward about it.

He knew damn well that either way Yeonjun was in a corner. This upsets the elder a bit, his brows knitting as his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes then drift to you again, face contorting into a bit of embarrassment.

"You little shit. I'm not drinking that. I started staring when I met them. They're angry, funny, and fucking sexy all at once. Stubborn and still loving as well. Why wouldn't someone stare at the whole package?"

You feel yourself turn a deep crimson, a tingle running up your spine at the thought of him staring at you whenever your eyes weren't on him was flattering, to say the least.

The two of you hold intense eye contact, neither of you daring to look away from the other. A heavy tension surrounds you both, your mind thinking back to the interaction earlier.

What you fail to notice is the grin across Kai’s face. From the moment you first spoke about the man in the cafe, he knew you had bluffed about hating the man. He knows you like a challenge."

“Whole package, hm? So you admit you’ve been set on me?” A smirk appears on your face now as the man unwraps yet another lollipop and sticks it on his cheek. Your eyes drift down once again to his plush lips, mind spinning as he slowly licks over them with intent.

“Oh, for sure. I’ve never gone this far out of my way to get a girl to notice me. Ask Kai.” Yeonjun jerks his head in the direction of the youngest, eyes filled with a mix of determination and cockiness.

Beomgyu claps his hands with his eyes widened. “Back on topic! Y/N, What kink are you shyest about?” The question throws you off in an instant as you knock back the disgusting combination on impulse. The burn is nothing compared to the taste, both mixing into a gasoline-esque mix of terrible.

“Damn!” The shocked curse that leaves Kai when you choke is enough to make everyone chuckle at your antics. Soobin moves closer, patting your back with a shy grin when you glare in his direction.

“Fuck. I hardly even heard the question before. Shit!” You choke out your words, breathing heavily as you try to recover. Yeonjun thinks about making a move to help but freezes up when Kai moves to your side faster.

Yeonjun feels so far but so close in that moment, eyes casting down as Taehyun watches with a sly smile on his face.

"I'll still answer. I… have a spit kink." Your face flames with heat as Yeonjun snaps to meet your gaze in a bit of shock. Fuck, you were hotter every time you opened your mouth.

Soobin grins as he stands up, whispering for Kai to move as well. They share a glance with Beomgyu then, the man nodding as he shoves Yeonjun beside you and giggles.

"Hey, what the fuck!" Yeonjun is fast to respond, face beet red when his hand brushes your own. You had watched in shock, eyes fixed on the others as Kai raised his hands in defense.

"Stop being a pussy!" Soobin says to the eldest and grins, watching as the two of you squirm. When Yeonjun goes to move away, you grab his arm and pull him down, sighing as you mumble a fast 'it's okay' to console his slight panic. This makes him slump down with a small pout.

The pout that makes you want to kiss him.

The game continues like that, everyone taking at least five shots before you move on to another game. All of you were laughing and having fun, Yeonjun staying close to you as best he could even in his slightly drunken state.

Hours later, you all end up sitting on the couch, talking about random things and joking around. This was when you decided to be a bit bold.

You reach an experimental hand out to his hair, eyes focused on Kai as he makes a scene out of his story. Yeonjun tenses a bit, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye in shock. When he sees you calm and smiling at his younger friend, he looks away and chuckles.

You continue to mess with his hair, watching his muscles tense with every tiny tug of his scalp. You could tell he was flustered by now, eyes glancing at him here and there to see him gulp or fidget. This entices you further, sobering you up as you grab the stick of the sucker he had recently gotten and tug it, placing the candy against your tongue as he watches your lips in awe.

"Why are you testing me so much, y/n?" The shaky whisper catches your attention quickly, your hand leaving his hair to rest on his bicep.

"Because you're taking too long to do something." You shrug along with your response, watching his eyes darken a fair bit as he stands. Soobin throws him a questioning glance, brow raised in confusion as the elder shrugs.

You turn your attention to the TV now, watching blankly as the scene carries on and Kai continues to banter away with Beomgyu and Taehyun. Yeonjun walks over to the door quietly, grabbing his keys before walking back and standing behind the couch where you sat.

His breath fans against the shell of your ear, the scent of cherry candy mixing with his cologne as he whispers. "If you want me, then just say it so I can take you to my place and fuck you already."

A smirk spreads over your face, head leaning back as you look him in the eyes. "I want you and have since the day I met you." A growl passes his lips.

In the next moment, you feel your body being yanked to the door as a very entertained Beomgyu shifts his attention to the two of you.

"No babies~ And try not to break anything!" Yeonjun doesn't make a single move to answer, practically dragging you outside and down the steps to his bike with determination. Yeonjun turns to face you now, using his arms to cage you against the wall. Your eyes look shyly into his, air catching in your throat as presses closer.

This position made you dizzy, eyes slipping shut as the scent of his cologne once again surrounds you with a feeling you couldn't describe.

"If you want me, get on. If not, go back inside. I won't force you." The words floor you, eyes trailing his body as he backs away to give you a chance to make your choice. A shaky breath leaves you, thighs clenching at the thought of what could happen if you get on that bike. You tilt your head to the side, watching as his hands tighten on the handles. Fuck it.

With a sigh, you climb on the motorcycle behind him, hands wrapping around his waist firmly as a way to convey how sincere you were. He growls again at this, his spine shivering pleasantly before he speeds the two of you to his apartment.

The tension by the time you got off the bike was palpable, both of you feeling hot for the other whilst walking up the steps to his door. Neither of you had stopped touching the other, hands groping at your sides as you grab onto his arms and yank him into a rough kiss before he can get his key in the door.

When it opens, the two of you tumble inside, lips clashing as you shove off his coat in desperation. This movement ignites a flame in Yeonjun, your back hitting a wall as he unties the back of your dress. His hips push closer to you, firm cock against your stomach making you whimper. You knew the man in front of you was likely to be big, but you hadn’t anticipated him to be huge like this. His eyes meet yours as he pulls away, hand wrapping around your throat. A loud whine leaves you, mouth opened a bit in shock.

“You’re fucking mine,” Yeonjun growls against your throat, pulling back and forcing your jaw open before spitting in your mouth. A broken whimper leaves you at the sensation, eyes hazing as he lifts you. Your legs wrap around his waist as a startled gasp leaves you, your body hitting a mattress seconds later.

“Tell me I can have you. I want to hear it.” His tone creates a deeper ache between your thighs, your mind spiraling with desperation and desire as you lean up and tug at his hair gently.

“Choi Yeonjun, I want you to fuck me so hard that we break the bed and fall through the floor.” You speak in a raspy voice, eyes fixed on the man as he instantly rips the dress apart due to his impatience. A complaint bubbles against your lips but is hushed by his two middle fingers being shoved in your mouth.

Seeing you gag on any part of him was heaven. Watching your eyes slip shut was bliss. Yeonjun felt like he had taken a drug, and that drug was you. In the next moment, his hand works down, groping at any skin he crossed as a shaky sigh leaves you both.

You felt as though you might explode, your body quivering and hot from the smallest of touches from the man on top of you. You tug at the collar of his shirt, pouting at him.

“You want it off?” All he gets is a nod, your hands still tugging as he pulls away. Yeonjun had dark eyes when he pulled the fabric from himself, hands moving to remove his pants right after to make it even between you both. You tug him back down to you, lips catching his once more with a passion he had never experienced.

A hand moves to cup your heat, causing a gasp to rip from your throat as Yeonjun stares down at the wet patch on your underwear. "You're already this fucking wet? I thought you hated me before this, baby." His voice is deep now, a low rumble that makes you feel as though you're being electrocuted.

"Never hated you…" You struggle to speak, words mangled as he rubs you through the thin lace fabric, eyes alight. The air was heavy with lust by now, bodies radiating heat with every new sensation.

Yeonjun continues teasing you this way for a while, mesmerized by the way your panties stuck to you. This quickly begins to agitate you, whines increasing in volume. His hand moves to your throat, applying enough pressure to make you dizzy.

“Don’t get impatient with me, baby. Good things come to those who wait.”

“Then hurry up, Jun. You waited this long for me, right? Good things.” The words come out breathlessly, your eyes meeting his when he finally snaps. Making quick work of your panties, he moves down your body and curses as you shiver under the cold air.

“You smell so good, Doll. Do you taste any better?” His words are punctuated by a long, searing stripe branding your core. A whining moan leaves you, hands flying into his hair as he chuckles and mumbles against your flesh.

“Fucking delicious.” With that he dives in, eating you like it was his reason for living. Your moans grow in volume now, loud pleas echoing off the navy-painted walls. You shriek when he nips at your bud, hands ripping at his hair in desperation. The sensation of his lips on you was enough to make you combust.

A guttural groan vibrates against your clit, legs trembling as he sucks against your clit. His middle finger presses to you, eyes looking up through his lashes to see your blissed-out expression.

Yeonjun then pulls back, sitting on his heels as your eyes snap open to peer at him. Your brows furrow when you notice his eyes fixed downward, a contemplative glint sparkling within them. You prop yourself up on your elbows, tilting your head in question.

“Why did you- Ah! Fuck!” You hit the mattress again when you feel three fingers slam into you with a loud sloshing sound. Yeonjun chuckles darkly at this, moving to loom over you with an evil grin when he pumps them into you. His pace is relentless, creating an intensity within you that had never been acknowledged as you dig your nails into his bicep.

“Aw, do you like that? How cute.” He coos, lips curled into a grin as you clench around him. Your eyes look into his own, fixating on the way his wavy hair cloaks his brown orbs with added lust.

“Answer me, Doll. Do you like that?” His tone shifts to condescending now, fingers slowing their assault as you buck your hips in sheer frustration. “Yes! I like it! Please don’t stop!”

A growl leaves his lips, fingers curling into your g-spot hard enough to make you lurch off the bed. Your moans get louder with every movement, that familiar knot beginning to coil for the first time tonight.

“Fuck, Jun!” You begin to squirm under his form, face scrunching up as he quickly moves down your body, lips capturing your clit again. The pleasure intensifies tenfold as you begin to see stars, gasping for air when he nips the sensitive bud.

“Gonna cum- Yeonjun I c-can’t!” You scream out, ripping at his scalp when he mumbles one last time to tip you over the edge.

“Cum.”

The dam bursts then, your eyes rolling back as a loud cry leaves you. Yeonjun continues at a slower pace, letting you ride out your high as he slips his boxers off with a small smile.

“Holy fucking shit.” The words leave you at the sight of his cock, eyes bulging at the sheer size of him.

“How the fuck are you planning to make that fit?” You speak in a small voice, face flushed as he moves between your legs. A sly smile and a wink meet your words, his eyes taking you in once again.

“Why do you think I jumped straight to three, baby? I didn’t want to torture you too much when we got to this part of the night.” All you can manage is to roll your eyes at this, yelping as he grabs your hips and drags you down the bed.

“Condom?” The question makes you giggle, a shrug being your initial response. One he didn't find funny. Yeonjun looks at you, unimpressed as you point to your arm.

“Implant. Just fuck me before I end up with cobwebs.” The comment draws a laugh from the man as he aligns himself with your entrance, eyes sparkling as he looks into yours. You feel your face flush, butterflies filling your belly at his beauty.

“Why are you looking at me like that right now?” you mumble out, looking away as he pushes into you with a groan. Your eyes widen at the stretch, a gasping moan flying from you, and your hands grab at his arms when he bottoms out.

“I just- really fucking like you. God, how are you this fucking tight?” A giggle slips from you at the remark, eyes closed with a thick swallow.

Yeonjun was panting already, muscles rippling as he tried to keep still for you to adjust. This urges you to buck your hips into him, a shallow groan hitting the air.

"You want to play like that, hm? Want to be a damn brat?" He rocks his hips into you with reckless abandon, lips going to the skin of your throat to bite down firmly in retaliation.

All you can do is moan by now, words garbled as your nails claw at his tanned skin as a way to ground yourself. Every sensation felt like a branding iron pressed into your nerves, fully overwhelming you into a mess within minutes.

When your legs move around his hips, Yeonjun feels himself get more desperate and locks his lips to yours. The kiss is like acid being poured over you both, hot and messy and filled with lust.

The two of you continue like that for a bit, his thrusts keeping their violent pace as he rocks into you with vigor.

“Fuck… you’re such a perfect little hole.” His words are hardly audible through the sounds of your moans, body tense and hot as he causes your body to slide up the bed. You clench tightly around him, pulling a deep moan from Yeonjun.

If there was anything that could put you on your knees, it was that fucking sound. That and his pretty little pout.

“Jun… please don’t stop!” The words are garbled, eyes rolling back as he moves a hand to your clit and begins rubbing it in firm circles.

The pressure builds steadily for you both as he spits on you again, a whine passing your lips in frustration. Everything about the man had you on edge, your body fighting to finish for him.

The feelings were catching up to Yeonjun by now, his eyes watering as he got closer to the edge. Your nails were digging crescents into him, your pussy tightened like a vice around his shaft.

“I’m close!” You speak in a whisper, body vibrating as he pinches your clit a few times in the midst of his ministrations. The tears gently begin to slip down his face as he bites his cheek to control himself.

A growl is all you get for a bit as his hips stagger, eyes screwed shut in concentration. Sweat beads on Yeonjun's forehead, sliding down his face as he gulps. His body was hot to the touch, his cock twitching every time you so much as whimper.

“Cum with me.” The words are enough to push you over, your molten core clenching around him like a vice as he follows suit.

Both of you ride through your high, slowing your paces as he collapses on top of you with heavy pants. The two of you stay there for a while, your hands carding through his hair gently as you both recover.

"I wasn't joking, Y/N… I really do like you." Yeonjun whispers after a bit, eyes looking up at your face. You break into a small smile, meeting his eyes to see that same sparkle lighting them again.

"I like you too. I didn't want to admit it, but let's just say everyone but you and I knew about it." The words pull a dreamy sigh from the male, his body leaning up as his lips capture your own in a delicate kiss.

This was different from any other you’d experienced, full of emotion and adoration you had never felt before. You close your eyes, leaning closer as if that was possible.

After a moment he lifts you in his arms, drawing a loud gasp from you as he chuckles.

“Shower time.”

You smile and nod, winking as you speak back. “Round two?”

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