#rr:hwang hyunjin

[relaxedreptile]

Don’t Rock the Boat

Pairing: Hyunjin X Fem!Reader

Sexual Content (fingering, unprotected sex, handjob... they have sex on a pool float). Swearing.

A/N: Oh my gosh! It’s been so long since I’ve posted any of my writing on here. I hope you all can forgive me, 2020 has been hectic for everyone, after all.

I have been working on this specific piece since before Summer even started this year (hence the theme) and I just finished it a few minutes ago! I’ve been working on it in between classes and during breaks and even deleted half of it at one point to rewrite. 

I hope this was worth the wait! 

I love you, all. Happy New Year!

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The warmth of the sun soaked into your skin and bones, releasing your body from the lingering clutches of the frigid winter, rainy spring, and bleak school year. Finals week was quickly approaching so you and your friends had decided to link up at someone’s house before you were all inevitably holed up in your respective bedrooms for the next few days, studying for one exam or another. 

Chan’s house was everyone’s first (and only idea) due to the fact that he had a pool and he was nice enough to give in and host. You were excited to put yourself in a swimsuit for the first time in months and enjoy some of Chan’s mom’s incredible cooking (she always asked you guys to stay for dinner). 

You and the boys had already spent a lot of time in the pool, racing each other or playing volleyball on the little net Chan and Minho had set up before you guys got here. After having to listen to Changbin complain about his team being put in the deep end for a good hour, everyone was exhausted and had chosen their favorite pool floats or chairs to relax. 

A shadow settled over you, blocking the sun from hitting your face. You furrowed your eyebrows in annoyance, opening your eyes to see what the cause was.

One of your best friends, Hyunjin, was smiling down at you. 

“Hey, sleepyhead, mind if I join?”

You were laid out on a huge raft in the shape of a swan. There was definitely room for two people, but you wanted to tease.

“But I’m so comfy,” you whined, pouting at him for extra good measure. “You’re really gonna make me move?”

He knew what you were doing and decided to play along.

“Fine!”

Hyunjin dove underwater, disappearing from view and making you a little nervous for whatever he planned on doing.

You felt pressure against your body through the bottom of the float, a warning push. Your stomach dropped, knowing what was about to happen. You wrapped your arms around the neck of the fake swan, hoping it would be enough to save you.

With one more push from Hyunjin, you tumbled into the water.

Naturally, this set off a full on war between you and Hyunjin that the other boys did not want to get involved in. You and the tall boy were ruthless when it came to teasing in general, let alone when you had a school year’s worth of stress to let out.

You and Hyunjin were splashing, tackling, and throwing towels at each other much to the annoyance of the rest of your friends who were usually just as chaotic you guys but were not up for getting soaked right before lunch.

A few of the boys were too focused on dragging everyone’s bags away from the pool and protecting your phones from the full-fledged battle happening in Chan’s backyard.

Once you tired yourselves out, resting against the edge of the pool, the origin of your fight came back to the front of your mind.

Your gaze shifted to the white swan floating at the other end of the pool, completely unbothered despite the havoc that was wreaked.

Hyunjin didn’t catch on in time to stop you from getting your head-start but he was right behind you in no time, his long limbs making him too good of a swimmer for your ambitions. 

Both of you reached the float at the same time, scrambling to get over the edge before the other could.

You watched as Hyunjin practically threw himself onto the float. He did it before you could, to be fair, but not by much. You had pushed yourself up already so it was too late to stop yourself from landing right on top of your best friend.

Your chests were pressed against each other, heaving after the effort you both put into the ordeal. Hyunjin had placed one of his hands on each of your hips in an attempt to cushion your fall and he still hadn’t moved them, too tired to realize any implication.

The other boys had long escaped into the safety (and dryness) of Chan’s house, choosing a home-cooked meal over mediating the pool fight. It was just you and Hyunjin, breathing against each other’s skin.

You raised yourself up on your elbows, about to make another snarky comment, but stopped when you made eye contact with the boy underneath you.

His long blond hair his was laid out around his head, sticking to his bare neck and shoulders. Your gaze flickered down to the tanned chest beneath you, looking back to his face before you got distracted by the water droplets on his defined stomach. 

“Oh, no!” Hyunjin joked. “You’ve got me pinned, please, have mercy!”

You stayed silent, gaze locked on his parted lips. He was still breathing hard and each breath pressed his chest against yours with the act.

Hyunjin was a little confused by your lack of response, expecting you to throw in any extra jab that you could at the boy before dragging him to join everyone else inside. 

“You know, I technically got to the float first after all. Don’t I get a prize for winning?”

Your bent elbows keeping you from crushing him, you leaned down until your face was right above Hyunjin’s.

“What are you going to do to me?” He tried to continue the jokes but his tone was completely serious.

Your lips brushed against his, teasing. You took his bottom lip between your teeth before releasing it slowly.

Hyunjin shot up, his arms around your body being the only reason you didn’t fall backward into the water, and caught your lips with his.

The two of you adjusted yourselves until you could successfully straddle the boy underneath you. You ignored the shifting of the pool float, too focused on the feeling of kissing your best friend to worry.

Your tongue swiped across Hyunjin’s lip, making him groan and part them to invite you in deeper. He tasted like lemonade and chlorine and you vowed to kiss him until you ended up tasting the same.

Hyunjin pulled your hips down against his own, letting you feel how hard he was, how much he was enjoying this. You gasped into his mouth and pressed your body closer to his. Rolling your hips against his, you let him feel the heat between your legs.

His grip on your body tightened, hands moving to cup your ass over your bathing suit. You allowed your hands to trail down his chest and stomach, tracing the lines of his muscles with your fingers. 

You went a little lower and started to play with the string of Hyunjin’s swimsuit.

Hyunjin broke the kiss to start mouthing at your neck, sucking at the sensitive skin under your jawline.

“Please keep going,” he pleaded.

You smiled, leaning into his touch and making quick work of the small knot keeping you from touching Hyunjin.

You slipped your hand under his waistband, rising up on your knees to have better access. Your fingers trailed the length of his hardness before wrapping around him and starting to pump.

Hyunjin sighed and buried his face in your chest. His thumbs were drawing circles on your back, making sparks shoot down your spine.

Your thumb swiped across the head of Hyunjin’s cock, collecting the beads of precum there to make the slide of your hand easier. You pumped his length slowly, wanting to see how long your best friend could last underneath you.

Hyunjin had started sucking bruises into the skin of your breasts, his long fingers playing with your nipples through the fabric covering them.

You threw your head back while your hand that was wrapped around Hyunjin sped up; you felt too good to think about teasing right now.

You cried out once Hyunjin started to bite at your skin, leaving light red marks amongst the purple ones. Hyunjin was fully hard now, the head of his cock a pretty pink color. You were thinking about how you could get him into your mouth when you were flipped over, your back landing against the pool float.

Hyunjin didn’t waste any time before connecting your lips once again, swallowing the noises you were making thanks to the way he was rolling his hardness against your heat. 

Your hands reached around to his hips to yank his swimsuit down, freeing his cock completely. It slapped against your pussy, bumping against your clit and making you whine.

Hyunjin traced your folds with his fingers, running them up and down your slit through your bathing suit.

“Hyunjin,” you whined, pulling at his hair as he started working on your neck again, “please just get your dick inside me.”

You felt him laugh against your skin, chuckling a few times yourself before the noise got stuck in your throat once Hyunjin slipped a finger inside of you. He hadn’t taken your bathing suit off, just pushed it to the side, and the feeling of the fabric catching on your clit with every pump of his finger made you see stars.

You tipped your head back as more of his fingers joined the first one. You felt a rush of cold as your hair touched the water beneath the two of you.

“Do you think you could take me now? The water might make it-”

You were already grabbing his dick, sliding it between your folds as you looked up at him with another one of your pouts.

“Okay, okay, fine. Just tell me if it hurts.”

You smiled up at Hyunjin, getting one in return before he started lining himself up at your core.

You pulled him down to kiss you once he was fully inside you, wrapping your legs around him to pull him closer.

“Oh my god,” you cried out after his cock brushed against that spot inside you. “How do you already feel this good?”

Hyunjin smirked at the way you reacted to one of his thrusts. 

“I was about to say the same thing about you, baby. When were you gonna tell me you had a pussy like this?”

“Like what?” You egged him on.

“You’re so fucking tight, so fucking warm. I don’t think I’ll be able to even look at anybody else without thinking about how good you feel.”

He went back down to kiss you again, rolling his hips into yours as he pressed your bodies together. His body moved like water, flowing seamlessly into yours as he took you apart with every drag of his cock inside your walls.

His lower stomach bumped into your clit with every movement of his body above yours. He was so big and deep inside of you that you swore you could feel him in your stomach. Hyunjin’s presence was overwhelming, you felt him all around you as he found a way to touch every sensitive part of your body at once.

His thrusts started to speed up. His skin slapped against yours as he rose up on his arms to get a better angle. You grabbed his wrist to ground yourself, trying to stay sane despite the mind-blowing feeling of Hyunjin’s body and everything it was doing to yours. The muscles in his arms looked amazing with how hard they were working to keep him upright. 

The sun in the sky had dried the water off of his body, making his skin look soft and golden. You watched his face as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, brows furrowing in concentration as he tried to bring you both to climax. It hit you, then, that you didn’t want this to be a one-time thing. How could you let this beautiful boy go after experiencing what he could do to you?

You reached up to push his blond hair out of his eyes, locking your gaze with his as his hips stuttered before slamming into yours one more time. You forced your eyes to stay open to watch Hyunjin’s face as he came, so tempted to lose yourself in the feeling of being filled.

He collapsed against you, breathing heavily like before, slipping his hand between your bodies to rub your clit.

“Come on, baby, you gotta cum for me. I wanna feel you cum.”

Your mouth fell open in a silent moan as you came, clutching Hyunjin to your body as he helped you ride out your orgasm. You felt him twitch inside of you and both of you whimpered.

You both fixed your bathing suits, collapsing side-by-side onto the swan float, trying to catch your breaths.

“Hey! Are you guys finally done fighting? Chan’s mom wants to know what you want for dinner!”

Hyunjin and you looked at each other, squinting in the sun, and laughed so hard you almost tumbled into the water below.

[relaxedreptile]

Mend

Pairing: Hyunjin X Reader

Swearing. Jealousy. Mentions of a breakup.

A/N: This idea sort of just... came to me a few days ago and I busted this out. It’s a bit heavier and more angsty than I wanted, but I hope you all like it! 

I’m still working on a very long piece for Hyunjin and a few more requests in my asks, please look forward to what’s coming!

Also, what do you all think of GO LIVE? Personally, I’ve had it on repeat since it came out!

Stay cool.

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“Hey! I know we planned on hanging out tonight but Changbin and I are kind of on a roll here with this song of ours and the deadline is only in a couple days so we’re really desperate to keep this going and-“

“And you won’t be coming home to watch a horror movie with me?”

“Or a cheesy rom-com, we never really decided.”

You and Chan were best friends. After showing up to your first day at your shared university, Chan was introduced to you as your tour guide during freshman orientation. While everyone else in your group hung back and anxiously glanced around at the foreign environment, you and Chan instantly hit it off and continued a conversation at the front of the crowd for the entire tour. 

He told you about growing up in Australia and his love for music (you tried to hide your giggle when he mentioned him and his friends’ Soundcloud endeavors) whereas you talked about all the classes you were taking and your dream career.

Meeting Chan took a lot of pressure off of your shoulders when it came to starting at a new school and embarking on a new stage of your life. Not only did he restore your faith in nice people still existing, but he gave you advice on teachers, told you the best places to hit up for snacks during a late night study session, and you got to meet all of his friends.

You got to meet Hyunjin.

Hyunjin was your age, two years younger than Chan, and one of Chan’s honorary brothers. They met through Minho, another boy in the group, who was partnering with Hyunjin on choreography and went to Chan for music to use. 

Honestly, you’d be surprised if anyone met your eight stray boys and didn’t want to get close to them; their charm is hard to resist.

And, unfortunately for you, so is Hyunjin’s.

You occasionally saw each other when the nine of you hung out as a group, greeting each other upon arrivals and exits, waving when you saw each other on campus. Soon, that grew into you guys gravitating towards each other at hangouts (sitting next to each other and sharing a bowl of popcorn on movie night, stepping out for fresh air together during one of Jisung’s big parties) and making plans on your own without the rest of the boys. It was no surprise to the rest of the group when Seungmin called you while you were on your first official date with Hyunjin and had to explain what you were doing (and why you would have to hear about how annoying Jisung was being at another time).

You and Hyunjin’s relationship, despite your fears, didn’t disrupt the dynamic of your friend group. Splitting your guys’ time between dates and takeout dinners with the boys was easy and your lives almost barely changed once you became official.

Which was the problem.

While behind closed doors you and Hyunjin were as “lovey-dovey” as they come (“get a room, you two!”), the rest of your college campus just saw you two as the best friends you had been for the months between meeting and getting together.

It left a sour taste in your mouth every time someone asked if you could hook them up with Hyunjin and it was like a punch to Hyunjin’s throat every time someone made a suggestive comment about how you looked that day in front of him.

It was what eventually broke you guys up, all the jealousy and occasional bickering over people who were “just friends”. You two were the only people on each other’s radar through and through, but insecurity is a powerful thing.

It was a rough breakup. You didn’t leave your room for a full 29 hours (Jeongin timed it) and finally walked out with a tear-streaked face and hoodie (that may or may not have been Hyunjin’s). 

Hyunjin poured everything he was feeling into his dancing and his performance at your university’s end-of-year showcase almost had you tearing up all over again; everyone was moved by Hyunjin’s choreography, but you were the only person in the audience who knew the whole story and therefore, felt it the most. 

The slight distance between you and all the boys that summer after your freshman year had ended had worked to ease some of the lingering tension between you and your ex-boyfriend. The two of you were able to grow back into a friendship once the new fall semester reunited the nine of you but things could never really go back to the way they used to be, regardless of the presence or absence of romance.

That didn’t stop either of you from staying close to the other boys and you and Chan were still as inseparable as ever. He was hard at work right now, trying to wrap up his and Changbin’s senior project (Jisung is still pissed that he isn’t allowed to help), but you two had decided to hangout tonight to make up for Chan’s busy schedule.

“Are you sure you won’t be back anytime soon? I can wait,” your tone was pleading.

You could hear Chan talking, but it was too muffled to make out what he was saying; you figured he was speaking to Changbin.

“Tomorrow’s the only day of the week that Changbin doesn’t have an 8-am, so he wants to stay here no matter what but all of our work is on my laptop and I kind of need that tomorrow for my 8-am but he probably won’t be awake early enough to-”

“You owe me, Christopher.” You only ever used his English name to tease him. This way, he would know you weren’t actually mad, even if your disappointment was genuine. 

You hung up while Chan was mid-apology, shooting him a quick test saying you “got it” with a couple of hearts.

Your phone was left discarded on Chan’s kitchen counter as you munched on a piece of pizza; you had made it to Chan’s apartment about fifteen minutes before he called and you weren’t really in a rush to go back to your small stuffy dorm room and loud roommate.

Chan lived in an apartment off-campus with Changbin and Jisung which acted as an unofficial go-to for your friend group; one of you was usually sleeping on the couch, taking advantage of the insanely fast WiFi, or clearing out their fridge regardless of the actual owners were home.

This was the reason why you didn’t look up from your sad dinner when you heard the front door open, assuming it was just a pouty Jisung or hungry Felix.

However, the voice that greeted you was neither as animated as Jisung’s nor deep as Felix’s.

“Y/N?”

The final piece of the crust almost got stuck in your throat.

You hummed a response, still chewing and starting to formulate an escape plan.

“Is Changbin here? He left his notebook at my place and I think there are some lyrics in it, he told me to drop by to give it to him.”

You gaped at Hyunjin, surprised at how similar your situations were. Your explanation of what Chan had said was quick, hoping it would get Hyunjin out of the apartment as soon as possible.

It’s not that you didn’t want to be around Hyunjin, it’s just that you two hadn’t hung out alone since your breakup and the two of you hanging out together in this apartment at this counter was a little too familiar.

“Do you mind if I wait with you, then? I’ve barely eaten all day and this pizza smells a little too good to ignore.”

He was already seated in the stool next to yours before you could get a word out. You nodded anyway, though, and pushed the stack of paper-thin napkins the pizza place had given you between the two of you.

“Have Chan or Changbin showed you the song so far?” Hyunjin said with a mouthful of cheese and tomato sauce.

Even while eating he looked perfect; his lips glistened with the oil from the pizza slice in his hands and anyone could admire his toned forearms thanks to the way he pushed up his sleeves to avoid staining.

“No, but I haven’t even bothered asking,” you told him, “I figured they were keeping everything top-secret until the showcase.”

“I tried bringing them some food the other day before class and Changbin basically shoved me back out the door,” Hyunjin giggled. “The same thing happened to Jeongin, apparently.”

“If they could resist Yang Jeongin what chance do I have?” You joked.

Except, Hyunjin didn’t laugh, he was completely silent; even his chewing had stopped. You couldn’t think much of it, the boy next to you snapped out of it quickly.

“I keep forgetting that they won’t be here next year.”

They, Chan and Changbin and Minho, the three seniors in your friend group. 

“I’ve been avoiding thinking about it,” you admitted. “I’m mostly worried for Jisung, honestly, he’s losing his best friend and his group-mates all in one year.”

This was partly true. Jisung’s best friend, Minho, was indeed graduating along with 2/3 of 3RACHA, but you weren’t worried about Jisung having to adjust to the change. It was actually Hyunjin you worried for the most; he was the most sensitive person in your friend group and tended to be apprehensive towards change. Not seeing three of your favorite boys around campus was going to be hard for all remaining six of you, but Hyunjin was terrified of being left behind or replaced. 

“But… but they’ll still be living here!” You quickly added, gesturing to the apartment the two of you were in. “They’ll still be here with us, really.”

“I’m going to have to find a new partner,” Hyunjin tried masking his sadness with a weak smile.

Your instincts kicked in, making you place a gentle hand on Hyunjin’s arm. You stroked your thumb back and forth along his sweatshirt, hoping he could feel the comforting gesture underneath all the fabric.

“Didn’t Felix tell you? He’s planning on switching his major after this year! He wants to go into dance, too.”

Hyunjin turned his body to face yours, your hand losing its grip and falling back down to your side.

“He’s changing his focus at the end of sophomore year?” 

You shrugged. “It was his last chance to do it. You know how much he hated finance.”

Hyunjin nodded. “He only kept up with that for as long as he did for his parents; I’m glad he finally has the chance to do what he’s always wanted to.”

You were in agreement there; Felix had finally prioritized his own happiness.

“And this way you don’t have to worry about a new partner!” You tried sounding hopeful, knowing that while Felix would be a healthy addition to the dance department at your university, Hyunjin would take losing Minho hard; he was basically his mentor.

“And… and I’ll still be here. When-If you need me.”

The two of you locked eyes. Fear rose up your spine, chilling your skin and leaving a trail of goosebumps.

With a flash of his pretty smile, Hyunjin instantly calmed your nerves.

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay?”

You cocked your head to the side, not sure what Hyunjin was getting at. 

He turned away quickly, starting to fidget with the pretty rings on his pretty fingers. 

“With Chan leaving and all.”

“Oh. I mean… I’ll obviously miss him like everyone else, but he won’t be too far away. As long as he gives me my movie nights I’ll manage.” You joked.

Hyunjin glanced back up at you, his eyebrows slightly scrunched in thought.

“Was this a date?”

You visibly jumped back into your seat. “What?”

“For you and Chan.”

“Oh. Wait, what?”

The boy in front of you got up off his stool, walked a few steps away from you, crossed his arms and stopped.

“I thought you two were a thing now. You had always been so close and I thought… since we… after I… I figured you guys would’ve made it official by now.”

“Hyunjin… Chan and I are just friends.” What had gotten into him? “That’s all we’ve ever been.”

“Are you sure?” Hyunjin’s voice was getting louder, his fists getting tighter.

You opened your mouth to respond with a little attitude, but Hyunjin beat you to it.

“I know you weren’t planning on finishing this pizza all by yourself and people don’t usually go on movie dates,” he scowled while saying the words, “alone.”

“I never called it a date, you’re the one who started using that word.”

“Well, what else am I supposed to think? When you and I started spending time together without the other guys we were dating within weeks and you and Chan have always been basically inseparable-”

“Is that what this is actually about?”

“-and it doesn’t help that you always wear his sweatshirts around now or crash at his place all the time. You’re practically throwing it in my face-”

“There’s nothing to throw in your face, Hyunjin.”

“-that I’ve been replaced!”

Hyunjin regretted the word as soon as it left his pretty lips. He started blinking quickly and licking his lips, anything to distract him and keep him from running his mouth again.

“Replaced?” You repeated. “I… I haven’t… I’m not trying to replace you, Hyunjin.”

Silence.

“All eight of you guys have your own place in my life, they can shift and change regardless of what the other ones are doing. And, frankly, you’re making it sound like I’m just trying to check all of you off of a list, as if I’m here solely to get with you guys at one point or another.”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Hyunjin said quickly. “It’s just… all I do is think about us and what we had whenever I see you. And right now, I see Chan in the same places that I used to be and it hurts. It really fucking hurts!”

Hyunjin’s eyes were wet, the dim kitchen light reflecting off the trails down his cheeks.

“I thought I would be able to deal with the breakup better if we kept our distance but when summer ended and we came back… all of a sudden, the spots next to you on the couch were always already taken, you were already partnered with someone else in class before I could even get halfway to your seat, I felt… I feel like you don’t need me anymore, that I’m a random leftover piece next to a puzzle that’s already finished.”

You forced yourself not to point out how these fears that both of you shared were what pushed your relationship to its breaking point. Now wasn’t the time.

“I thought that the distance was best for both of us,” you started. “But… I would be lying if I said I didn’t miss you, miss what we had. I miss you, Hyunjin, I miss us. We were friends before we started dating and I thought that that meant it was possible for us to revert back to that stage in our relationship but every joke you made or smile you gave me just kept my feelings for you right where they were.”

You got up slowly, inching towards the sniffling boy.

“Of course I still need you,” you whispered, “I want you in my life.”

Your arms wrapped around the neck of the boy you loved, pulling him close into your body as your shared tears left their mark on your clothes. 

“There’s always a space for you when it comes to me, whether or not that’s a good thing. You don’t have to compete with anyone for my time or love.”

You both knew you weren’t just speaking about Chan or even the rest of your friend group but also the people around campus and in the city who had caused such an insecurity to grow within both of you.

“We have a lot to work on, don’t we? If this is going to work?”

You didn’t answer, you couldn’t, you just squeezed Hyunjin tighter to give yourself the courage you knew you would need in preparation for what would come with the future.

The future with Hyunjin by your side.

[relaxedreptile]

Habit

Pairing: Hyunjin X Female Reader

Sexual content: protected sex. Swearing. Mentions of cheating. Jealousy.

A/N: I tried to channel as much emotion into this as possible while struggling to still keep any sexiness! I hope you all enjoy this.

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“Did you get home safe?”

It took him a few minutes to respond.

“Yeah, got a ride with Chan”

It took you a few minutes to figure out how to word your next text.

“I had at least three people send pictures of you and Jisoo”

You took a deep breath and watched as the three dots popped on and off your screen.

“Jesus Christ”

Not what you were expecting.

“We didn’t even fuck”

There it is.

You were giving yourself a moment to think before you typed back but Hyunjin must have spent too much time on “read” for his liking and opted for calling you.

“Are you really that mad?”

“What the fuck do you think Hyunjin?” You usually kept your cool for longer whenever this kind of thing happened, this must’ve been your tipping point.

“Come on! I told you nothing happened-”

“No, you just said you didn’t sleep with her and I know exactly what that means.”

Hyunjin was stunned, simply breathing into the microphone.

“I’m coming over.”

“No, not this time. I’m not letting you inside just so you can get in my pants.”

“…I’ll be over in ten minutes.”

“Hyunjin you’re drunk-”

“I’ll walk,” he cut you off, “just keep the door unlocked if you’re gonna be such an asshole.”

He hung up right as the words left his mouth and you were left with the silence of your bedroom.

Your feet hit the ground next to your bed and you searched frantically for a sweatshirt to throw on, hoping to look as unappealing as possible to make Hyunjin second guess any plan he had in place to win your favor. 

No matter how desperate or anger either one of you were, you would never force the other to do anything but you were more worried about giving in to your own desires than something like peer pressure. 

Hyunjin was probably the most beautiful boy in your city (you would argue for a wider sphere) and everyone knew it. Anyone who didn’t like boys watched, jealous out of their minds, as everyone who did like boys drooled over the perfection that was Hwang Hyunjin. 

Both his hair and his body were always styled to perfection along with his proportions to match. One moment his eyes were practically ordering you to get on your knees and the next he flashed you a smile with his half-moon eyes and you were weak for a totally different reason. 

This was precisely the reason why Hyunjin practically had girls hanging off his dick no matter where he went, regardless of him or the chick’s relationship status.

You never expected Jisoo to be his next prospect but you couldn’t blame him.

Catching sight of yourself in the mirror, you inspected your appearance. You turned side to side to get the full picture, scrutinizing your butt, your waist, your hair, anything of yours that didn’t look like Jisoo’s.

This happened every time, the comparisons. It usually didn’t last very long, even the few times that Hyunjin wasn’t able to come over and mumble countless comparisons of his own into your flushed skin, comparisons that always put you above the other girl.

While you would love some reassurance right now, you knew the comfort would fade and leave another hole in your heart that would be filled by Hyunjin whenever the next thing that wasn’t you piqued his interest. 

Your socks glided across the floor as you sulked over to the front door, answering the call of three signature knocks.

You had to tilt your head up to stare into Hyunjin’s eyes. They looked clear enough, no red in sight, an uncommon sign of sobriety for him after a party. 

“I didn’t have sex with her.”

He wasn’t even inside your house and was already starting something.

You stepped aside, signaling for him to come in to avoid your neighbors hearing anything. You didn’t want anyone knowing how much of a fucking loser Hyunjin made you out to be.

“Seriously, my dick’s been soft all night! You know I don’t get horny when I’m high.”

“You are something else, Hyunjin.” Disgust was evident in your face. “Cheating isn’t just sticking your dick in other people! Everything I saw in those damn photos counts and I have a right to be upset about-”

“How can it be cheating if we’re not dating, Y/N? I’m not your boyfriend and I never said you were my girlfriend.”

“Dating or not, if you didn’t feel guilty about all the shit that you did then you wouldn’t come over and apologize.”

He took a step closer. “Or maybe I just know you’ll spread your legs for me regardless.”

You took a step of your own and raised your eyebrows. 

“You expect me to believe that you go through all this trouble just to fuck me? Even though you can obviously go to anyone else and get it there?”

“Maybe I like the chase,” he shrugged.

“Or you’re just an immature little boy who’s only capable of thinking with-”

“Stop acting like I’m some airhead! I know what I’m doing, okay?”

You had never heard him say something like that before.

“It sucks not being able to have the one girl that I want because she’s ‘too busy’ for a relationship or whatever the fuck your new excuse is. You treated what we had between us as some type of anomaly back in high school and managed to carry it with us into the real world too. You don’t come to my games, you won’t hold my hand in public, and you refuse to come to any parties with me.”

“We just like different things Hyunjin. You’re a dance major! The homework and projects you get are just an excuse for you to do the thing you love more than anything but I don’t get that luxury. I have essays, annoying partners, and hundreds of pages of readings a night; how am I supposed to make time to get high with you? Especially when I know what’s gonna happen if I leave you alone for more than a second.”

Hyunjin laughed, a quick burst of air from his lungs and a pump of his chest left you confused and a little bit annoyed.

“I thought you were smart, Y/N.”

“Excuse me?”

“I don’t have sex with girls because they’re there, I do it because you’re not.”

Your brain shut down, your mouth stayed shut.

“Every time we fight, it ends with us spending the night together without fail. This is the only surefire way I can get you to admit to and show how you feel about me.”

Hyunjin started walking around your kitchen, pacing back and forth as his hand slid along the countertop to his left.

“You may think I use those girls to get off but I’m really just using them to get back at you. I want you to feel as pushed aside as I do.”

A tear splashed onto the countertop. 

Hyunjin always cried first.

“Jinnie.”

Nothing. “Jinnie, please look at me.”

You wanted to keep some distance between the two of you but walked towards him anyway.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t… I didn’t know that was how you felt. I was convinced you didn’t care, that you were just doing all of this because you could.”

You knew that kind of accusation was going to make Hyunjin mad so you kept talking.

“But that was incredibly stupid of me! You’re my best friend, I know you better than that and I never should’ve let my jealousy alter how I felt about you.”

You took a deep breath. 

“I love you so much, Jinnie, I was just too afraid to show it because I thought you never would. I didn’t want to be clingy and end up pushing you away because I know you could have anyone else in the fucking world if you wanted-”

“But I’ve never wanted someone else. Sure, sex is nice, but I only do it because these people that throw themselves at me want me in a way that you don’t.”

“That’s not true, I promise that’s not true. I want all of you Jinnie but I’m… I’m so scared that I don’t deserve it or that you’ll take it all away from me one day.”

Neither of you could get rid of the other’s insecurities no matter what you said or did. There were things that would never change, habits that could never be broken, but there were steps you both could take to offset any pain, to prevent any future problems.

You and Hyunjin were standing right in front of each other by this point, desperately clinging onto the love that you felt for one another and hoping it would be enough. 

You rose up on your tip toes to wipe a tear off of Hyunjin’s cheek and he used this as an opportunity to grab your arm and pull you into him.

Now chest to chest, you could see all the details of Hyunjin’s face. It was no secret why everyone loved him, but you suppose it wasn’t the love that he wanted. It wasn’t the kind of love that you gave him.

“Can we show each other? Can we show each other how we really feel?”

Your answer was stolen by Hyunjin’s lips, chasing yours as hungrily as ever. Your fingers tangled themselves in his hair and held him close to you as Hyunjin’s hands did the same as they gripped your hips.

You could feel Hyunjin’s nose pressing into your cheek and still it wasn’t good enough for either of you. He was kind of right unfortunately, thinking about Hyunjin with someone else always doubled the desire you had for him in the sense that you desperately needed to be that someone. 

The honesty that had surfaced in your messy kitchen had developed such a strong sense of vulnerability in both of you and the need to be reassured and touched and loved was overwhelming.

Your fingers left Hyunjin’s air with a gentle tug that made him moan into your mouth and you willed your hands to stop shaking so you could unbutton Hyunjin’s shirt as fast as possible. Another pair of hands joined in from the bottom so that you could meet in the middle in record time.

You were allowed one moment to admire the smooth skin of Hyunjin’s toned chest before lips were dancing across your neck. Marks were to be expected and the harder Hyunjin sucked the deeper your nails sunk into the ridges of his stomach. 

He came back up to kiss you again, softer than last time but this time he was using his tongue in a way that made your eyes roll back behind your eyelids.

One of your hands slid down his body, fingers resting on the waistband of his jeans before continuing a few inches lower to trace the outline of Hyunjin’s hard-on. You cupped him through the fabric and applied enough pressure to get his hips to jerk into your touch. 

You might not have been as confident as Hyunjin was when it came to sex, but you knew what he liked and what to do to make him feel as good as you felt with him.

“Take your sweatshirt off,” Hyunjin forced out. He was so out of breath and still dived down for another kiss before beginning to work on getting his belt off. 

“Why are you wearing so many layers?” You were still working on your tank top and bra while Hyunjin’s belt clattered against the floor.

“To try and control myself.”

Hyunjin reached around your back to unclasp your bra, “Am I that irresistible?”

His lips were already attached to your left nipple before you could tell him to shut his pretty mouth and he was sucking on the sensitive skin before you could even steady yourself with a breath of oxygen.

Hyunjin had always loved your boobs and touched them whenever he got the chance. Even when you were friends in high school, they were always the first part of your body he complimented when you asked for outfit advice. He picked the dresses that showed the most cleavage when he came along for prom dress shopping and surprised you with a necklace that sat right between your boobs when he asked you to be his date.

It was hard to ever feel insecure about them when they were covered in hickeys.

While he was working on marking the other side of your chest, you stretched your arms so that you could start unbuttoning his pants. He swatted your hand away and you whined, confused as to why he didn’t want to go farther. 

“We’re not having sex on your kitchen floor and I can’t carry you to your room with my pants falling down.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Kitchen sex would be kinda hot though.”

Hyunjin pecked your lips. “Next time,” he promised. 

You gave his hair a tug and his lips a kiss to seal the deal. You tried not to focus on the way Hyunjin’s fingers danced across your skin, closer and closer to where you needed him most with every eight-count. 

He didn’t even bother teasing, his hand slipped right underneath the waistband of your sweats. The underwear you were wearing was barely a barrier because of how wet you were. Hyunjin’s skilled fingers knew exactly where to go first and you swore you could’ve cum with just one of his fingers pumping in and out of you, his palm applying the most delicious pressure against your clit at the same time. 

You were practically clinging onto Hyunjin for dear life, your legs started shaking when he added a second finger and picked up speed. He probably could’ve supported you all on his own while still making you feel good but you didn’t wanna waste any more time on his fingers. 

“Please,” you pleaded, “please fuck me.”

Hyunjin’s hand stalled before gradually slowing down. The other nudged you towards the closed door at the end of the hallway, forcing you to move while you were still practically getting finger-fucked. 

He followed right behind as you stumbled to your bedroom, his knees just as wobbly as yours with anticipation. Hyunjin knew you were practically dripping underneath all those clothes which meant not being inside of you was a major inconvenience for him at the moment.

You and Hyunjin had walked down this hallway so many times together already. Sometimes while tearing clothes off the other, making out, or making the executive decision to just fuck right there against the wall. This time, it felt three times as long as any other night (or day) you two had spent together (with or without the prospect of sleeping together).

By the time you had finally made it to your bed, Hyunjin had already unzipped his jeans and was searching through your top drawer for a condom while you watched from on top of your bed. 

Hwang Hyunjin truly was the definition of beautiful. Not pretty, not handsome, he had a universal beauty about him that combined masculinity and femininity into one. A sweet smile, striking eyes, and a jawline that could kill you. Toned muscles, dimples, and legs for days. 

You knew his looks were a soft spot for him and this made you appreciate his sympathetic nature, sense of humor, and kind words more than his body. Your best friend was beautiful inside and out, something you made sure to remind him of.

When he finally got what he was looking for, he held it up with a proud smile on his face and dove down to kiss you. 

You wasted no time in pulling him on top of you and nudging him in between your legs; the weight of his body on top of yours was the biggest relief to you in that moment.

“Can I take your sweats off, princess?”

You usually would’ve cringed at the pet name but it sounded so good coming from Hyunjin’s pretty lips.

He curled his fingers around your waistband after you nodded and tugged your pants down your legs at an agonizingly slow pace. The offensive fabric was tossed off the side of your bed and Hyunjin bent back down to kiss a trail up your thighs before getting rid of your underwear too. 

You sat up to watch him pull his jeans off and actually whined when you saw the bulge in his black underwear. It wasn’t about your body needing his anymore, you were so desperate to have this boy in every sense of the word and he was taking so damn long.

“Why do you choose tonight to take your sweet time?” You tried to mask your neediness with a joke.

“Shouldn’t I be taking my time?” Hyunjin climbed back on top of you. “We have all night, Y/N.”

“Don’t get me wrong, you’re nice to look at, but I don’t wanna spend all night watching you roll a condom on.”

You were laughing at your own joke until Hyunjin raised his eyebrows and handed said-condom out to you, waiting for you to take it.

“You do it, then.”

You gulped, taking the shiny packet from him and sitting up. You were embarrassed to admit you had never put a condom on anyone before, Hyunjin always did it himself and it was a bit too intimate for you to want to do it for any of the rare one night stands you had encountered.

He helped you yank his briefs down and he groaned once his cock was finally free, resting on his smooth stomach.

You rose up on your knees as you pulled the plastic open. Hyunjin watched your face, smiling a bit at how concentrated you were.

“You’ve seen me do it a million times.”

“I’m usually too distracted to focus on your technique, Jinnie,” you replied as you placed the condom on the tip of his cock, holding it in place as you rolled the rest of it down his shaft.

“Good girl,” Hyunjin’s praise made your thighs clench.

“You like that? You like being called a good girl?”

You buried your head in the crook of his shoulder and whined, pleading for him to stop teasing you.

He giggled, the sweetest sound you had ever heard, and wrapped his strong arms around your waist.

You enjoyed the contact only for a moment before pulling back a bit to look at Hyunjin’s face. He brushed the hair out of your eyes and pecked your lips, making you smile and give him a deeper kiss in return. 

You pressed your hips down into his, trying to relieve some of the pressure in your gut by grinding against the hardness between his legs. You tried to ignore how the slick from your pussy made it all the more easier (and messier), but this didn’t escape Hyunjin’s attention.

“You’re dripping down your thighs, baby.”

Hyunjin stared at the most beautiful cunt he had ever seen in his life and was left in awe of how much your body wanted him, he just needed the rest of you to confirm it.

“Are you ready, baby? Can I show you how much I love you?”

You kissed the tip of his nose. “Make me yours, Jinnie.”

Hyunjin held you in place with one of his arms while the other went between your legs, sliding his dick back in forth through your wetness to make the stretch easier. You locked eyes with each other as you sunk down on his length, throwing your head back once all of him was inside of you.

The hands on your hips helped guide you as you rocked back and forth on Hyunjin’s cock, crying out whenever his lower stomach rubbed against your clit in just the right way. Hyunjin’s eyes were glued to where you two were joined, amazed at how tightly your cunt was always wrapped around him. He seemed to disappear inside of you, your body trying to pull him back in every time you rocked forward enough for just his tip to be left inside of you.

The pace was slow, but just what you two needed for the time being. The ability to enjoy each other’s bodies was appreciated, but nothing compared to what being nose-to-nose did for the two of you. Every gasp of yours was stolen by Hyunjin’s lungs, every vibration from his throat swallowed by your chest. 

You fought the urge to close your eyes and lose yourself in the moment, choosing instead to keep eye contact with the boy you loved. The pressure building in your lower stomach and blooming in your chest was overwhelming, only heightened by the intimacy the two of you were sharing in the moment.

Hyunjin pulled your body closer to his, leaning forward and repositioning the two of you so that he could hover above you while you laid on your back. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling Hyunjin closer as he rocked into you.

You new it was just your mind playing tricks on you, but you swore Hyunjin had never felt this deep inside of you. You’ve had your fair share of sex but nothing else compared to what you were feeling right now and you let Hyunjin know with every whimper and whine that left your lips.

Hyunjin was smirking into your shoulder, relishing in the sound of his skin slapping into yours with every thrust of his hips. Any moment spent outside of your warm cunt was a sin, he was thinking of slamming back into you the moment he pulled out. 

Hyunjin’s pace quickened, now going impossibly fast. His cock was hitting that spot inside you with every thrust and you were being stretched in the most delicious way possible because of how thick he was. You couldn’t even breathe properly, electricity was being shot through your veins every time Hyunjin moved his hips and you thanked the gods for making your boy a dancer.

One of his arms left the space beside your head to go between your bodies, sliding against your clit effortlessly with every movement because of how wet you were. 

“I love you… I love you so much,” you dug your nails in Hyunjin’s back to get the words out. “You make me feel so good,” you continued, “you always take care of me, you-”

A sob was torn from your throat as the knot in your stomach finally came undone, your body being reduced to a burst of light and what felt like endless waves of pleasure.

Your pussy tightened around Hyunjin’s dick, making him groan into your shoulder as his pace faltered. 

“I’ve got you, baby, you did so well,” Hyunjin promised.

With a final snap of his hips, Hyunjin forced himself as deep as he could go inside of you, releasing into the condom. You ran your fingers through his hair as he leaned his head on your collarbone for support, his orgasm taking too much out of him for him to hold it up himself. 

His pretty lips left open-mouth kisses on your chest, tracing the marks from earlier as he was too spent to leave any new ones.

Hyunjin was so fucking sweaty it was almost funny but in reality, the way his hair stuck to his forehead was kinda hot.

“You’re so sticky, Jinnie.”

He groaned in embarrassment, sliding his body against yours with the movement and further reinforcing your point.

“You love it,” he offered.

You giggled and nodded, smiling harder when Hyunjin nuzzled deeper into your chest.

“I love you too, by the way.”

You hummed in acknowledgment.

“Rest up, okay? Now that I’m your boyfriend, I’m taking you out for breakfast in the morning.”

“We’re gonna fall asleep like this?”

“I don’t plan on pulling out so…”

They say it takes two months to form a habit and one to break it. However, you and Hyunjin were years in the making and neither of you planned on spending any more time pushing the other away. Your deepest insecurities were out in the open and you both had silently pledged to help the other ween away from such thoughts.

Hyunjin had spent a lot of time and many nights between your legs in hopes of achieving what had finally transpired tonight. 

While dreaming of sharing hot chocolate with the one he loved most, Hyunjin slept like a baby.

[relaxedreptile]

Late Night

Pairing: Hyunjin X Reader

A/N: There’s no use of pronouns for the reader in this, but it is mentioned that they wear a bra for plot purposes. There’s also the implication that the reader likes the song Late Night by Loco which I highly recommend. This piece made me very nostalgic in a way and I hope you feel the intimacy I tried to convey as you read.

Sleep well.

-

“Are you sure this is okay? I don’t want you to feel like you’re... obligated to do this or something.”

“Hyunjin, even if I had changed my mind, it’s way too late to send you home alone right now. You can stay, it’s okay.”

You were a bit surprised when your friend had come to you asking for a favor of this nature. You knew he had to stay back while his eight group mates went off to perform without him in Saudi Arabia but you didn’t realize how such a plan would make him feel. 

He had called you, crying, saying that his dorm was too quiet and that he hated being alone. Before you could offer the free space in your bed to him, he had pleaded for it. 

Your car was parked outside of his building practically in half the time one would expect as you waited for Hyunjin to sneak out and escape into the comfort of your presence.

You hoped that his group mates’ short excursion without him was the only thing plaguing him and that there wasn’t anything else he just “forgot” to mention. Hyunjin knew he could confide in you, but you knew better than anyone how your best friend liked to think he could handle everything on his own. 

There’s no shame in asking for help.

You had told him this countless times, trying to reassure him that he could come to you or his boys for anything, that he would never be a burden or a problem.

Hyunjin tells you he understands every time you repeat yourself and tries to convince you with a hug.

You think it’s a lot easier for him to ask for a hug in place of the help he refuses.

There was a knock on your passenger-side window and upon confirmation that the tall tree next to your car, cloaked in black with a mask to match was in fact Hyunjin, you unlocked the door.

He was inside in an instant and after dropping his bag on the floor between his feet, Hyunjin leaned over the center console and gave you a bone-crushing hug that was oddly fulfilling despite the awkward angle. You tried to return the gesture as best as you could but settled for a turn of your head that let you plant a kiss on his cheek.

“Do you have everything?” You changed gears.

“Yeah, yeah, I think so.” 

“What is it, Jinnie?”

Hyunjin hesitated.

“Can I get AUX?”

You couldn’t help but laugh and felt some pressure slip off of your shoulders when your best friend joined you.

You pointed to the glove compartment, signaling where he could find your charger, and pulled away from the curb after turning on the radio.

“Any requests?”

You shook your head. “Why did you take on the role of DJ if you were going to ask me what to play?” 

“Fine, tease me all you want, but you’re forgetting that I know all of your least favorite songs.”

The cutest whine you could muster was forced out, asking Hyunjin to take pity on you.

It worked. After scrolling through his music for a few seconds he found what he was looking for and played on of your guys’ favorite songs, Late Night.

You smiled once Loco started rapping, catching Hyunjin’s subtle nod to the current situation. The song was all about dropping everything for someone no matter the time of day, even if it was late at night and you received the call while you were in the middle of your skincare routine with your hair tied up and loose sweatpants hanging around your hips. It’s about doing the right things for the right person because that’s what you do for the ones you love.

Hyunjin would do the same for you. If he could drive, that is.

You could feel his stare and tried your best to ignore it and keep your eyes on the road in front of you. He was probably thinking about how ridiculous you looked with your mismatched clothes and bare face. You knew if Hyunjin’s appearance mirrored your own he would still look like he could hop on a runway any moment and his fans would be gushing over the blurry pictures they would find on Twitter. You would probably send a screenshot of said photo to him, complaining about the fact that he still looked-

“Beautiful.”

Your eyes flicked over in his direction.

“You look beautiful.”

Heat started rising to the tops of your cheeks despite the way you scoffed at the compliment, trying to brush it off as a joke.

Hyunjin seemed amused by your reaction, satisfied, and the rest of the car ride was shared in silence as both of you pretended you had never seen a windshield before. You were ignorant to the smile hidden beneath his face mask while Hyunjin was well aware of how things just seemed to fly over your head when it came to him.

-

“Do you want anything to eat or drink?”

Your apartment was so quiet that you could hear the way Hyunjin’s shirt rustled when he shook his head.

“Just wanna sleep,” his feet were already leading him to your bedroom.

You didn’t follow behind him until all the lights in your apartment were turned off and the lock on your front door was checked twice.

Hyunjin was already sprawled out on what he designated as “his side of the bed”, laying on his stomach with his face mashed into the pillow below him. If it weren’t for how close you two were (and how closely you two liked to sleep), Hyunjin’s long limbs would’ve made it nearly impossible for you and your best friend to share a bed.

Before you climbed into bed yourself, you peeled off the sweatshirt that you had thrown on for the trip to the dorm and slipped your arms inside your shirt to try and take your bra off. The pressure was instantly lifted off of your back when you undid the clasp and you tossed the piece of clothing onto your desk chair next to your bed.

Hyunjin’s eyes were on you as you sat on the foot of the bed and crawled closer to him. His eyes had (shamefully) been on you the whole time you were trying your best to undress without standing bare in front of the boy and he couldn’t help but wonder if you would let him see you that way if he asked.

Hyunjin wants to ask you to do a lot of things, but they are things that best friends don’t do with or for each other and he’s petrified of crossing that line.

All that was plaguing him didn’t matter though, not when your back was pressed against his chest and he could feel you snuggling closer to him. He was no longer alone and he didn’t care what you were supposed to be to him in that moment because you were there above all in every way.

“Jinnie?” You whispered.

He hummed in response.

You awkwardly rolled onto your other side, trying your best not to squish Hyunjin’s arms that were wrapped around you or kick the legs that were stretched out next to yours.

“I wanted to face you,” you admitted with a shy smile.

There was just enough light spilling into your bedroom to allow you to pick out your favorite features on Hyunjin’s face — the eyes that told you exactly what he was feeling, the masculine nose that made him look like such a man, and his pretty, plump lips that he liked to press into your skin just as much as you liked to feel them.

You wanted to feel them everywhere, have every part of your body be blessed with their contact, but you sent those thoughts away. That’s not the kind of thing you’re supposed to think about your best friend.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

Your face leaned close enough into his own that Hyunjin could feel every movement of your lips against his own.

“Goodnight, Jinnie.”