Paris

paris

❝You and Jeonghan, jazz-filled corners, hidden history, and the city of love.❞

old hollywood! au | exes to lovers! au | angst, fluff, smut | 50k words

s u m m a r y : disgraced by hollywood for the last time, you, a once superstar-turned-alcoholic, escape to the city of love to seek sanctuary from the ruthless tabloids. your sanctuary comes in the form of film noir superstar yoon jeonghan, the enigmatic man who taught you the art of acting, lust and love before your fame. when he asks to meet you once, just like old times, you cannot refuse. what is meant to be a simple date turns into a path of passion, pain and everything that comes with fooling around with your ex in the jazz-filled corners of paris. 

c o n t e n t s : actor! mc, actor! jeonghan, mc is bitter and makes bad decisions, agent! seungkwan who is tired of fixing them, jeonghan is the suavest, sultriest mf, mentions of parisian landmarks in this fic during the golden hollywood era, also a bit of french peppered throughout, greek mythology art references, tons of fluff which is also layered with angst, quite hurt-comfort mature warnings -> alcohol consumption and abuse, smoking, this is basically sexual tension with plot, making out, oral sex (f. receiving) unprotected sex (refer point to bad decisions), multiple orgasms, jeonghan worships mc fr, praises galore, slightly angsty love-making, basically this is going to be an emotional rollercoaster 

p l a y l i s t : here!

t a g l i s t : at the bottom of the fic

a u t h o r ’ s  n o t e : she is here…finally…longer author’s note at the bottom of the fic but RIP to y’alls tumblr on mobile </3 thank you for reading and thank you ysl jeonghan you will always be the most iconic mf on the planet !! anyways enjoy <33

THE LOS ANGELES MIRROR, 28TH SEPTEMBER, 1954

_____ SEEN FOR THE FIRST TIME AFTER FOX SCANDAL AT LAX!

Scandalised Princess of Hollywood was finally spotted after a week, hurrying into Los Angeles International Airport in the early hours of the morning!

The last time we reported on her was to announce Fox Productions terminating her contract after having a vicious altercation with her movie director and producer. As if showing up on set drunk and high out of your mind is not enough, but lashing your tongue out at the big boys? Our Princess has exceeded too many limits within her Kingdom, and is now running away like a traitor! 

We bring exclusive photos of her interacting with our reporters just before airport security stopped us—though, judging by the expression on her face, and the message on her hand, she may not be too pleased to see us…

Keep reading

paris

❝You and Jeonghan, jazz-filled corners, hidden history, and the city of love.❞

old hollywood! au | exes to lovers! au | angst, fluff, smut | 50k words

s u m m a r y : disgraced by hollywood for the last time, you, a once superstar-turned-alcoholic, escape to the city of love to seek sanctuary from the ruthless tabloids. your sanctuary comes in the form of film noir superstar yoon jeonghan, the enigmatic man who taught you the art of acting, lust and love before your fame. when he asks to meet you once, just like old times, you cannot refuse. what is meant to be a simple date turns into a path of passion, pain and everything that comes with fooling around with your ex in the jazz-filled corners of paris. 

c o n t e n t s : actor! mc, actor! jeonghan, mc is bitter and makes bad decisions, agent! seungkwan who is tired of fixing them, jeonghan is the suavest, sultriest mf, mentions of parisian landmarks in this fic during the golden hollywood era, also a bit of french peppered throughout, greek mythology art references, tons of fluff which is also layered with angst, quite hurt-comfort mature warnings -> alcohol consumption and abuse, smoking, this is basically sexual tension with plot, making out, oral sex (f. receiving) unprotected sex (refer point to bad decisions), multiple orgasms, jeonghan worships mc fr, praises galore, slightly angsty love-making, basically this is going to be an emotional rollercoaster 

p l a y l i s t : here!

t a g l i s t : at the bottom of the fic

a u t h o r ’ s  n o t e : she is here…finally…longer author’s note at the bottom of the fic but RIP to y’alls tumblr on mobile </3 thank you for reading and thank you ysl jeonghan you will always be the most iconic mf on the planet !! anyways enjoy <33

THE LOS ANGELES MIRROR, 28TH SEPTEMBER, 1954

_____ SEEN FOR THE FIRST TIME AFTER FOX SCANDAL AT LAX!

Scandalised Princess of Hollywood was finally spotted after a week, hurrying into Los Angeles International Airport in the early hours of the morning!

The last time we reported on her was to announce Fox Productions terminating her contract after having a vicious altercation with her movie director and producer. As if showing up on set drunk and high out of your mind is not enough, but lashing your tongue out at the big boys? Our Princess has exceeded too many limits within her Kingdom, and is now running away like a traitor! 

We bring exclusive photos of her interacting with our reporters just before airport security stopped us—though, judging by the expression on her face, and the message on her hand, she may not be too pleased to see us…

Keep reading

maroon - yjh

pairings: yoon jeonghan x fem!reader

content: your valentines date, yoon jeonghan, wasn't the best at being reliable since the beginning. you probably shouldn't be giving him another chance, but with how much he's seemed to change since he met you, who were you to judge?

wc: 4k

genre: angst, fluff, suggestive

warnings: alcohol consumption (kinda), blonde jeonghan needs his own warning, mentions/allusions to sex, fwb to lovers

a/n: hii <3 happy valentines day! my first official fic on this acc lol... i hope you all like it!! reblogs are appreciated

He didn’t show. Though you were somehow expecting him not to, it still felt like a gut-punch to the stomach, the embarrassment and the way it surged through your body and cheeks, was an agonizing reminder that he wasn’t actually yours. 

Evening was nearly upon the city street as you were perched on a bench. You scrunched the pretty red fabric beneath you, holding your equally as pretty bag close, both of which contrasted to the displeased frown on your face. You’ve always been fond of Valentine's day, hence the reason why your expectations were held higher today, but with every passing loving couple that walked by came a wave of disappointment and several wake-up calls.

You had messaged Yoon Jeonghan hesitantly yesterday, he wasn’t exactly the type to hold conversations with you on text. Some days, responses would be scarce and other days, they would come immediately. Yesterday had been one of those days in particular:

You: are you busy tomorrow?

Yoon: i think i’m free, angel

Yoon: mmm it’s valentine’s, do you want to meet up?

You: if you want to

Yoon: of course i do. do you?

You: i do

Yoon: meet you at 6

It was 6:23. Perhaps it was stupid to assume that you both would meet up for anything other than the usual– sex with zero romantic ties, no intent of love with little room for consideration of anything beyond a companionship. There was something different in the air though, whether that be Jeonghan’s open softness towards you or the Valentine's day spirit. Either way you knew if you kept letting the lingering hue of crimson remain on your cheeks, or flush throughout every part of you when he was around, you weren’t going to last.

You met him your sophomore year of college. Not one to be easily convinced, your friend Soonyoung had been adamant in taking you to one of those awful frat parties that reeked with hooch and rancid booze. Out of complete boredom and honestly annoyance, you had agreed to his suggestion, and to your shock it had been the exact opposite experience.

The party was small. Not much room to do a fucking keg-stand, but enough to know that the sole intention of it was getting laid. The drinks in general didn’t seem as cheap as you had initially expected when walking in. The event Soonyoung had taken you to was obviously of higher class and it worried you that he forgot to leave that bit out for you– because now you felt extremely small and underdressed compared to everyone else.

Half of the night you couldn’t recall, not only was it far from the expected loud and sweaty stereotype that frat parties held for themselves, but it was just boring. 

Boring until you realized on your way out you bumped into a near stranger, colliding into them. An amazing misfortune for you, since the wine glass he had appeared to be holding in his hand was shattered onto the floor after the fluids splashed directly onto your torso. Any shriek you could have let out was immediately muffled by the feeling of a palm covering your mouth. 

“Fuck, I am so sorry about that,” he mumbled with a groan, clearly trying to evade the attention away from you both, and thanks to the apparent conceitedness the guests at this party had, heads turned away from you both after a few moments. His hand dropped to his side, he seethed at the mess he made. You’re not even given a chance to look at whoever this man was as he was dragging you elsewhere, “would hate for you to step on that glass.”

You couldn’t lie to yourself and say you didn’t know who this man was just by looking at the back of his blonde head. He was all the talk around campus, infamous Yoon Jeonghan and his habit of flirting with everyone and practically their mothers. Hell, the way he took your hand in his told you exactly what you needed to know about him: you had to tread lightly. (Not lightly enough, you noted, the wine on your shirt was still very much there).

And with that you were immediately taken into the bathroom, Jeonghan disregarded the line that was outside the door and went inside when it was vacant, shutting the door behind you. Sighing and observing your stained shirt, he tsked in disapproval, “you’ve got wine all over you, sweetheart.”

Your eyes narrowed, “your wine.”

He hummed and shrugged, “if that makes you feel better.”

Sighing exasperatedly, you watched him grab a washcloth in his cupboards, “it’s fine. Don’t bother. I can go home and wash up.”

While you were wondering what on earth was so amusing to this guy, he hummed again, turning to face you, “but while we’re here at my house, can’t we get the job done quicker?”

“I’m just saying you don’t have to. It’s fine, I’ll be fine.”

“You know I would hate for such a pretty girl to show up at my party just to leave after I made a complete mess all over her,” he stepped forward, inching closer to you, “and although the red looks perfect on you, you don’t seem very pleased with it– or me, for that matter.”

That was the flirtatious manner everyone had been buzzing about. If you didn’t know any better you may have thought there was a bolder, ulterior motive within his words. You didn’t let yourself believe him.

When Jeonghan earned a glare from you, he chuckled in surprise, “you don’t believe me.”

With a shake of your head, he flashed you a satirical grin at your answer: “I don’t think I should.”

Jeonghan takes the now dampened washcloth in his hand, taking a moment to drink you in before he figures he should wipe off the drying mahogany that stuck onto your skin. It did make you look good, “will you please let me at least do this? If I don’t, it’ll remain in my guilty conscience forever.”

You sighed and gave him permission, you hadn’t really given yourself an option because how were you supposed to go home without Soonyoung, anyway? He smiled and reached out to cup your cheek, the other hand wiping your neck with the washcloth for some reason, agonizingly slow.

“I wasn’t lying by the way,” he mumbled, “I’ve had eyes on you the entire night, you’re one of Soonyoung’s friends, right?”

You ignored his initial comments, “yeah.”

“Should scold him for hiding you from me later.”

“Hiding me?” You asked, confused. 

“I’ve never seen you around. Soonyoung surely would've mentioned having such a gem of a friend. Are you two dating?”

You shook your head, “I tend to avoid you.”

He clicked his tongue in disdain, “you know me?”

When you nodded, he clicked his tongue again, “I assure you that you don’t. Whatever you’ve heard about me doesn't equate to familiarity, angel. But you could know me. You should.”

You don't respond, trying to turn your attention away from the feeling of the warm washcloth dragging across your skin, “what’s your name so I can call you by it, pretty?”

“Y/n,” it didn’t matter whether or not you told him, something about him said that he’d find out either way.

“Well, Y/n. If you’d like I can wash your clothes for you and give you some of mine to wear, then you’ll be on your way home. I’m sorry about this, again.”

You were beginning to deep yourself in a hole, what was the harm of indulging in it? This man had come into contact with your skin faster than anyone has and maybe he was just captivating and sweet, but you were yet to learn about him. The way he happened to be the most gorgeous man you’ve laid your eyes upon was also a harmful position you would eventually put yourself into. 

And even though Jeonghan knew he was just being kind, a part of him also knew that he wasn't one to usually do this, and the tipsy state he was put in had drawn him into you. Though you had just been standing for the majority of the party, he thought you were captivating, so beautiful and something new he just needed. He hadn't meant to fuck up his plans by somehow spilling wine all over you, but he liked to think that tonight was going to work in his favor.

“Okay,” you accepted his offer. Jeonghan could feel his lips pull into a smile and his heart rate intensify as he took you out of his bathroom, into his room.

Pulling out a random t-shirt for you to wear, he tossed it to you, “change into this and I’ll wash your outfit. You’re free to wait in here for now.”

And so you did.

That was the first ever time you spent in Jeonghan’s ever-familiar room, and somehow you both knew it wouldn't be the last. It didn't take long for him to take further interest in you. Red-flushed skin to skin contact that turned into something more, Jeonghan had found you to be all kinds of things: alluring, gorgeous, perfect, and sometimes he could argue that you were made for him. The way he kissed down your exposed back in such adoration and the way he coaxed you into giving into him every single time. It was enthralling and somehow he couldn't get enough of you.

Though, you could retort that it wasn't the case that way with Jeonghan. Sure he had put care into you after completely taking your ability to walk, but it was nothing short of superficial to you. You knew after each time he took you, he would go back to pretending you didn't exist, and it was a cycle you hadn’t been bothered with until now.

You: do you want to study with me in the library tonight?

Yoon: i was busy. sorry 

That was his usual excuse. He was busy. You weren’t sure if he was fooling around with other women, while you yourself, well your only action was Jeonghan and it didn’t help that you felt yourself begin to harbor feelings for him. It made you feel uneasy and unsure in your situation with him.

After an outing with Soonyoung however, his bad habit of gossiping slipped on him, “it’s really funny. Whenever we’re all hanging out at Jeonghan’s, you know, the guys, he’s always leaving his room to join us after like 10 minutes.”

You made a sound of confusion, obviously bewildered as to why he was telling you this, “okay?”

Soonyoung grunts after sipping out of his straw, maybe you weren’t aware that everyone was aware, “his hair is all messy and he’s out of breath and he's red, Y/n. You’re always in there, huh?”

You felt yourself choke on your drink, he was right. You lost count of how many times Jeonghan had just finished with you, inside you, cleaning up his mess and kissing your bare shoulder sweetly before you drifted off to sleep in his bed. Now that you were aware his entire group knew– despite the fact that he would usually spend time avoiding you– made you feel embarrassed, “I’d rather we not discuss my… sex life, Soonie.”

“I think Jeonghan likes you, though. Everytime we ask him about you he’s all flustered and tries avoiding the question,” he shrugged, to which you only groaned.

“That’s because we have nothing to do with each other outside of that room. Or at least, that’s what he thinks.”

“I think you’re a liar, because he hasn’t been like this with anyone ever since his ex,” Soonyoung hums, pondering, “I don’t know, though. Sorry if I overstepped.”

Part of you wanted to press him for details, another told you just to leave it in complete ignorance. You chose the latter, but you wanted to ask: “been like what?” There was nothing between you both but an undiscussed trust you held for each other.

Nothing between you both. But you couldn’t deny the obvious tension between you and Jeonghan when his stare lingered on you longer in the halls between breaks, or how you knew he felt something when you were giving everyone attention but him at his stupid parties, and how you knew he wasn’t going to do anything about it. It had been a year of this. You were a pulling force and Jeonghan no longer knew how much he could take if you weren’t his, but something inside him felt it wasn’t right.

It’s not like you hadn't tried branching out, and Jeonghan didn't seem to mind when you did (which bothered you more than words could describe).  

But there was an underlying problem– each man that had tried to pursue you was a terrible choice. They were awful in terms of personality, lacked any sense of self-awareness, and most recently, they couldn't measure up to Jeonghan. If you were going to do this you needed to stop thinking about him.

You were walking back to your house one night, coming back from a date which went the usual direction: with a boring, assholish man who made you pay for the meal once again. It didn't piss you off this time, you wouldn't let it. You were tired and ready to give up.

As the buzz sets off on your phone, you couldn’t help a grimace at who could possibly be texting you that late at night. However, there could only be one possibility.

Yoon: are you free?

Yoon: i know it’s late but i miss you 

You: jeonghan

Yoon: angel

You: i just got back from a date

Yoon: oh

Yoon: bad time?

You: no

You: can you come?

Yoon: i’m on my way 

The familiar knock on your door came minutes later, you swung it open and Jeonghan was taken aback by your appearance. You were dressed gorgeously in a blood-colored dress, tears ran down your face and Jeonghan felt himself surge inside, closing the door behind him and taking your cheeks in his hands.

“What’s wrong, Y/n? Did something happen?” Jeonghan asked you worriedly in a panic.

You sniffled, exhaling exasperatedly, both hands reaching up to take his wrists and peel his hold off of you. You knew what was wrong, “I’m just not cut out for anyone, I guess,” you turned to face away from his gaze, “no one.”

Jeonghan pressed his lips into a tight line, “you know that isn't true.”

It didn't occur to you that Jeonghan didn't care who you dated, you knew once you were unavailable he would eventually become a complete stranger, “what do I know?”

“Look at me,” he prompted firmly, and you complied sharply, “I don’t know what those poor excuses of men are doing with you but they don't know how to treat you at all.”

You watch him inch towards you, his hands finding purchase onto your cheeks again, kissing where a wet tear had just slid down, “I’m trying to be okay with you going out with people that obviously don't deserve you, but it’s really hard especially when they make tears run down your pretty face like this.”

“Baby?” He whispered against your lips, you wanted his on yours, “do me a favor?”

“Hm?”

“Eyes on me tonight,” he grunted, “don’t think about anyone else but me. Please?”

“Okay,” you croaked, finally feeling his lips on yours, not before he pulled away, groaning incoherent mumbles as his hands traveled down your figure, fingers gliding among your dress as they hiked up the bottom of them.

“They don’t deserve you, this,” he hummed, “I’ll make you forget they even exist.”

There was a distinct blur between where it was appropriate for the both of you to just be friends with benefits and more. 

Throughout the next few weeks, there was an obvious shift in your relationship with him. 

He no longer let his stare falter from you in the halls, his lips curved into a tempting smile as you passed by. Whenever you met up with him, he was greeted with your arms wrapped around his as his body pressed against yours warmly. You could feel his lips on your head, whispering “I missed you,” into your hair before a kiss, which vibrated throughout you.

It was a real shame that you knew that you could never be his, and he could never be yours, even when the lines in your relationship with him have blurred into complete dissipation.

Even when you could've sworn you could hear him whisper the words I love you, tickling your wine-sucked covered neck as his chest was pressed flush against your back & you could feel it rise and fall intensely.

Jeonghan wasn't one for commitment, and you knew that, but you were already so far. It was truly a shame how you let yourself fall for him when you knew.

6:35, the sun would’ve been gone, maybe if you let go of the hope you held for all of this. The hope you latched onto that you could be something more today. The hearts, the red and pink decorations and the occasional couples passing by on the street of the bench where you sat. It was all in vain. You could admire, but never be the one admired from the sole being you wanted it the most from. Even if he had given you room to hope.

About ready to accept defeat and break it all off, a low voice came from directly behind you.

“I’m sorry I made you wait so long, angel.”

Your head snaps in the direction of the familiar voice, your eyebrows scrunched at the sudden presence of Jeonghan, when you were sure tonight was going to be another night of him cancelling out of the blue. 

He didn't give you much time to bask in every part of him, the way your eyes flickered to his serious expression to his very new hair– maroon, a dark difference from the blonde he would sport on his long locks. And finally, when he straightened, a giant bouquet filled with scattered red carnations wrapped  in the most luxurious tissue paper tied in a golden bow was held in his hands. His breath was labored and his chest continued to rise and fall as he looked at every part of you.

You felt confused, angry, and relieved all at once. All you wanted were answers.

“You’re late. You’re so late, Jeonghan, where were you?” You felt your voice break as you stood to face him behind the bench.

He looked at the flowers and then at you, “I swear I left the house early, quarter before six, promise Y/n. But I saw the flower parlor a few blocks down selling this gorgeous bouquet and the way they reminded me of you told me it was almost criminal not to get them. I didn't think it would take nearly an hour to wait in line, I’m sorry, baby.”

Your heart dropped, “you waited an hour to get these for me? Why didn't you text?”

“I didn't bring my phone, I was already halfway in line and I wanted it to be a surprise,” you watched him walk around the bench to stop in front of you, “I’m sorry you waited for me for this long, this is important to me, Y/n.”

“I…” You trailed off, not knowing what to say, your eyes traveled back and forth between the flowers, his incredibly handsome suit and his hair which matched effortlessly, “I don't understand anymore.”

He practically deflated at your words, “understand what, angel?”

“This, us,” you exhaled wobbly and let a hand run through your hair before letting it drop to your sides, “what we are. I don't get it, you pretend I don't exist for days and then treat me like I’m everything and more to you. Is it that hard just to choose one instead of leaving me to hang and dry like this?”

His expression softened as you continued, “you’re so confusing, Jeonghan, how do you want me so I can stop getting my hopes up–”

“I love you.”

“W-what?”

“I want to be your boyfriend, Y/n. I’ve wanted you since the day I laid my eyes on you, God, I love you and I’m sorry it’s taken me this long to say it.”

You felt an all-familiar profound feeling in your chest, the ones you would feel when staring at him when he fell asleep on your table, insisting he’d watch you study. Or when you felt him pepper his kisses when he thought you’d be sleeping, or just seeing him direct his alluring smile to you, “are you… sure?”

He sighed, “I’ve been so sure it’s terrifying, but not about how you felt. I wasn't sure if you want me the same way I want you, so I figured the feelings would disappear naturally,” Jeonghan set the beautiful bouquet of carnations on the bench before reaching for your hands, “I don't want to be anyone else’s but yours. You’re the only thing in my life that’s going well, and I didn't want to lose that. I’m so sorry.”

You shook your head, wriggling your hands out of his grip and Jeonghan’s heart dropped as he was sure that he had lost you now, until he felt them cup his cheeks warmly, “I want to be with you Jeonghan. No more disappearing, no more leaving, if you mean it, can you do that?”

He nods rapidly and eagerly, “I don't ever want to. I promise.”

Feeling a smile creep onto your face, you pressed a kiss on his lips, full of love and sincerity. You felt his own form of a smirk before pulling away, “so, am I…?”

“Yes, Jeonghan, you’re my boyfriend,” you rolled your eyes at him, playfully hitting his chest, “and for the record, I love you too.”

With a giggle he takes the bouquet and hands it to you, in which you gladly take. You gesture to his hair and his eyebrows rose up in realization, “oh yeah, do you like it?”

Cradling the carnations in one hand, he took your free hand, swinging it happily as you nodded, “why red?”

He shrugged, “it reminded me of you. It makes me look sexy, doesn't it?”

You sighed and jokingly nudged him, in which he feigned injury, “it does. So, where do you suppose we go?”

His footsteps mirrored yours, “I made reservations for that one fancy restaurant down the block,” he hummed, “it’s at 7, so we have just enough time to walk there now.”

“At seven? What were we supposed to do for an hour, Jeonghan?” 

His hand gripped yours tighter, and there was no mistaking what his quiet chuckle implied.

“Jeonghan.”

He chuckled again before stopping to face you. He ran a hand down your arm, “we can do that later, there’s a lot I want to do. But right now, I just want to be with you.”

He leans in to place a kiss on your cheek, “and before I get a chance to say it and rip this dress off of you later, you look absolutely beautiful.”

Your cheeks burned off a dark cherry afterwards, just before he began to walk with you again.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Jeonghan,” you murmur sheepishly.

He hummed, turning his head to pull you in for another kiss on the cheek, “happy Valentine’s, my Y/n.”

Dark - Y.JH

🌲Who: Gender-neutral reader x Jeonghan 🌲What: Horror. Human reader. Monster Jeonghan. 🌲Wordcount: 3.2k 🌲Warnings: Mental manipulation/control. Some blood and injury. Gradual loss of humanity. Biting. I truly do not know how to tag/warn this but basically, Jeonghan is some kind of eldritch horror who wants reader and morals do not exist for him 

Summary: There’s something watching you. It feels old, feels evil, feels dark. You can feel its eyes on you when you pass the woods to get home.  It feels hungry.

-2024 Masterlist-

AN- @ourdawnishotterthanourday , thank you for reading through this for me, little one 💗

Edit 8/9/24; bonus artwork by the lovely @monamipencil ! thank you so much for making this, sweetheart, it was such a lovely surprise! 🥺

It’s dark. The kind of dark that isn’t just seen but felt. The kind of dark that seeps into your skin, wraps its cold fingers around your veins and travels through your veins. The kind of dark that makes a home of the deepest corners within you and steals the warmth from your soul. The kind of dark that hardens your heart and refuses to let go.

It’s dark and you don’t know if you can find the light again.

You’re the last to leave. Again. It doesn’t surprise anyone anymore. You’ve been leaving later and later with every passing week.

The sun had set long ago by the time you leave work and start the walk home. 

A walk that you shouldn’t really take. The way is dimly lit, the neighbourhood too old for modern security cameras to be commonplace.

It’s dark and not safe. You know this. You had been scared about this when you moved here all those months back. Back when you used to get lifts home from colleagues who worried for your safety too. Back before you lied about being okay to walk home alone.

Something changed. You don’t know what it is, but something in you isn’t the same as it was then. You don’t know if you miss it. 

It’s dark and you’re walking home the same route you take every night after work. Far too late into the night. 

A cool breeze flutters your hair, presses against your back urging you onwards. Closer to home. Closer to the darkness waiting for you. 

An empty house, no one to come home to. No one to wait up and scold you for being so late and reckless, yet relieved to see you home safe. No life within the walls until you return. No one. Just the dark.

It’s a calm night. Like the world has decided to take a break and let the nightcrawlers go about their business with nothing to disturb them. It’s nice. Soothing almost.

You take a deep breath, let the night air chill your lungs, send prickles over the back of your neck. 

You almost pause as you realise the shiver running its fingers up your spine isn’t from the lungful of cool air. But you don’t dare.

You know something is watching you. Something is always watching you as you pass the opening to the deep old woods near your home. The only companion you know on these nights. 

It used to scare you; cause your heart to race and your lungs to shudder in your chest, expand and deflate erratically and leave no room for anything else. But now. Now there’s something else in your chest, spreading and winding around every inch of you, filling all the gaps and limiting how your lungs expand, forcing them to behave. 

It used to scare you; it doesn’t any more.

Still, you don’t dare slow, you don’t dare look because you know with everything in you, you know that the moment you show weakness, show interest, whatever is lurking in the dark will be upon you and you will be helpless to stop it.

It’s dark and cold and…soft. The world is cold around you, burrowing under your skin and spilling ice into your heart, but there is softness underfoot. It’s a little damp and something small tickles over your bare skin, but it’s soft underfoot. 

It’s soft and it’s not as bad as you thought it would be.

When you open your eyes on a new day, the curtains are pulled open allowing the morning sun to stream into your bedroom. You remember closing them last night before climbing into bed. You remember locking the window securely. 

There’s a gentle breeze against your face, birdsong reaching your ears. 

You’re not surprised to find the window open when you look over.

“Are you sure you don’t want to join us?” One of your co-workers, a friendly young man who seems to light up any room he enters checks, even as others call for him to hurry. 

“I’m sure, I’m not much of a drinker,” you assure, smiling at him in a way that you hope is assuring. Really, you just want him to leave. You used to like him, when you first met you thought he was the kind of man you would love to have by your side in any capacity, but especially as a romantic partner. But now. Now his sunshine hurts your eyes and makes the fire burn cold at the back of your neck.

“Okay,” he agrees, though he looks disappointed and very bad at hiding it. You pretend not to notice and turn your focus back to your work, tilting your head down in a clear sign of dismissal. 

“Come on, Seokmin!” One of your colleagues yells.

“Alright!” He calls back yet hovers a moment longer before abruptly grabbing a pen from the pot and leaning over to take your left hand and scrawl numbers down on your skin. “If you change your mind, here’s my number, I’ll keep my phone on loud. Or if you want someone to walk you home, I’m happy to! It scares me thinking about you walking-” 

“There are post-it notes right there,” you comment, looking between his phone number written hastily against your skin and the little stack of bright yellow squares of paper. They’re impossible to miss. 

“Oh, right, sorry.” He quickly puts the pen down and backs up with an embarrassed, apologetic smile when you raise your eyes to look at him. “I just-” 

“Seokmin!” The loudest of the group almost screeches impatiently, making Seokmin jolt and look at them. “Flirt on company time, not mine!” 

“I’m not flirting!” Seokmin shrieks, whirling around to look at you with wide eyes of alarm. “I-I’m not flirting!” 

“You should go because they drag you,” you suggest, raising an amused eyebrow. 

Seokmin opens his mouth to respond yet just closes it again and nods rapidly before turning and rushing off, zipping his coat as he goes. 

You hear him whispering madly, sternly to his friends when he reaches them but you don’t care to discern the words. You’re already looking at the numbers on your hand and wondering if he purposely picked the permanent marker to stain your skin with.

It’s dark, and cold, and soft, and you’re not alone. The ground is still damp and soft under your bare feet, the gentle breeze cool against your skin and you can’t see. But there’s something against your left hand that feels almost tender. 

A touch. An icy finger tracing over your skin. Admiring.

Until it’s not. 

The gentle touch turns sharp, a piercing burn in a purposeful line across your skin. Warmth spills out, trickling over your skin, dripping off your fingers to the soft ground you stand on. 

Your breath catches as your lips press together firmly. You want to cry out, but there is something telling you not to open your mouth. You can’t let the dark spill onto your tongue and slip down your throat. 

There’s a sound, something you don’t understand. Something that rattles the very core of you, something indescribable even if you were to try. But it feels old, it feels powerful. And it’s talking to you.

You don’t know what it’s saying but it’s talking to you, voice vibrating in your bones for only a few seconds yet it feels like those few seconds have changed you irreversibly. 

Something wet touches your hand. The icy touch of slender fingers hold your palm, leading it closer to the soft wetness. It’s almost warm, but not quite. 

The cool wet traces over the warm trails that spilled your hand. 

A tongue. Whatever is with you is tracing its tongue over the trail of your spilled blood. 

There’s a sound, it sounds pleased. 

The tongue passes over the back of your hand. It burns.

You want to cry out.

You keep your mouth shut.

“What happened?” One of your colleagues asks, eyeing the bandage wrapped around your left hand as you take your mug from the coffee machine. 

“Just wasn’t paying attention,” you reply with a lighthearted little laugh and shrug. She accepts your words just like that and starts to prattle on about something as she puts her mug where yours was moments before and places a fresh pod into the machine. 

Your gaze slides to the white gauze hiding the raised line of a fresh wound on your hand, cutting straight through the stained ink you couldn’t scrub off before bed.

“Did you hear?” Another colleague walks in, his hands holding his oversized empty mug ready to refill, and his eyes are wide.

“Be more specific, Seungkwan, you catch so much gossip it’s impossible to know what you’re talking about at any given time,” the woman on your right scoffs, rolling her eyes but her lips are turned up a little in amusement. 

You glance at her and suddenly wonder why you don’t know her name. Have you ever known it? Surely. You must’ve. But you can’t for the life of you remember what it is. 

You look at Seungkwan as he moves closer and you realise that you had forgotten his name until the woman spoke it. You wonder what else you’ve forgotten lately; you get the feeling it’s a lot. Yet you find that you don’t care, not really. It’s all meaningless.

“You know how Seokmin didn’t turn up today, right?” Seungkwan whispers as he leans closer to yourself and the nameless woman. 

You didn’t ask to be included in this and you almost walk away, but he’s half blocking you in and you don’t really want to go back to your desk and stare at a screen that hurts your eyes even with the brightness turned down. So you remain and just watch the conversation happen as you sip your drink.

“Hungover, he went out with Mingyu and Soonyoung last night and you know how those three get,” the woman muses, plucking her mug from the machine and turning to lean back against the counter and leave space for Seungkwan to access the machine if he wants to. But he doesn’t and continues to clutch his empty mug with wide eyes.

“We all thought that too but he didn’t answer anyone’s texts or calls and you know he’s too nice to do that.” The woman hums in agreement. You don’t have any input yourself but nod a little when Seungkwan looks at you. 

It seems right for Seokmin’s character at least, to never intentionally avoid others like that. He always seems too…warm. 

Your nose turns up a little at the thought of that warmth. You used to like it. But now. Now even the thought feels suffocating.

“Exactly,” Seungkwan continues, entirely missing your unimpressed turn of expression. “So Mingyu went around there on lunch break to check on him and he’s not there.” 

“What?” 

“Seokmin isn’t there.” 

“Then where is he?” 

“Nobody knows. They’re trying to find out. It’s not like Seokmin to do this. They’re worried something happened to him.” 

It’s dark, and cold, and soft underfoot and you’re not alone. It’s dark and there’s a cold trail of a gentle touch over your cheek. 

There’s that sound, that noise you know means that whatever is with you is talking to you. You don’t understand, but you think you’re starting to.

It’s dark and you’re not alone anymore. You’re not sure you ever were. 

There’s a pile of dirty dishes in the sink, a hamper of unwashed clothes in the bathroom. None of it matters. It’s all meaningless.

You’re waiting. Though you’re not sure what for. 

But you think you’re starting to understand. Every morning you wake with a breeze on your skin and you think you understand more. 

You feel it in you. 

Whatever it is, it’s almost ready.

A gasp of your name makes you look up from the display of apples before you. You know the approaching man, he’s familiar. You work with him.

He gets closer, plastic disposable coffee cup in hand and he’s already talking away, gossiping. You lift your eyes from his cup and to his face. He always has a cup. You know that. But you don’t know his name. It doesn’t matter. 

“It’s so sad, isn’t it?” The man finishes, frowning at you as if he truly is upset by whatever he had just said to you. You blink at him, not sure what was said but willing to agree to be left in peace already. “About Seokmin?” 

You don’t know who Seokmin is. You think you should know, but you don’t. You don’t care either. 

“Were you listening?” He frowns further and reaches out towards you. You take a step back out of his reach before his palm can touch your forehead. “Are you okay? You look pale, you feel cold.” 

“I’m fine,” you assure. It’s the truth. You are fine. He’s the one emanating a disturbing amount of warmth. 

“You’ve been strange lately. Not yourself.” 

“I’m fine.” 

“Right.” Genuine concern twists his mouth as he curls his hand back around his cup. “You should text Seokmin, let him know that you’re thinking about him, it’ll cheer him up.” 

“I have groceries to buy,” you point out. He opens his mouth to say something but you’re already turning and walking away with your basket in hand. 

Those apples didn’t seem fresh enough to you anyway.

There’s a man standing on the path as you walk home, a grocery bag swinging from your hand and guided by the gentle moonlight. He’s not moving, just standing, staring into the dark of the woods transfixed. 

You know better than that. 

As you near the man-shaped obstacle in the path you make an attempt to give him a wide berth but suddenly he turns to face you with wide eyes void of any light. You recognise him, even without his normal warmth. 

“Come for a walk with me,” he speaks to you in a voice layered with sounds you can’t describe. Though there is his natural voice and another one there, one you don’t know by ear but you know it. Whatever is in your chest knows it. 

You almost falter in your steps but remain steady. You ignore him and walk around his form to continue on your walk.

“You can’t avoid it forever. He’s waiting for you,” he calls after you.

“Go home, Seokmin!” you reply yet don’t look back. 

You don’t see him take a step off of the path. You don’t see him slink off into the woods, drawn by something that has its cold fingers too deep in his chest for him to ever be free of again.

It’s dark, until it isn’t. No light comes yet shapes start to form in front of your eyes. Pale thin fingers reaching for you, tipped with short pointed nails. The sharpness of which you have proof of under the bandage on your hand.

A gentle caress on your cheek.

A blink of your eyes and a face appears. Or perhaps it was always there. You just didn’t see it before. 

It looks human, yet doesn’t. Too beautiful, too ghastly. A contradiction you are unable to remove your gaze from. You don’t want to remove your gaze from.

Dark wisps of hair fall over an even darker eye as its head tilts a little. To the left then to the right. 

Pretty lips stained red stretch wide, too wide. Sharp teeth put on display. Too many teeth. But so pretty. Dangerous. And beautiful. 

It’s smiling, eyes swirling with twisted pleasure as it stares at you, a cold, gentle thumb rubbing a tender pattern against your cheek. The smile grows as you tilt ever so slightly into the touch.

Teeth rescind before your eyes. They remain sharp yet fewer appear and are smaller than before. Leaving space for sounds to slip through. You catch sight of a pale tongue moving within its mouth as it forms sounds. Words. 

But you don’t understand. You don’t know the ancient language it speaks. 

Yet.

A soft touch to your bottom lip and your mouth falls open at the request of this horrifyingly beautiful creature before you. 

It smiles widely, pleased by your willing obedience as darkness spills onto your tongue and slips down your throat.

It’s dark when you open your eyes, no light streaming in from your window. The breeze is still on your face where you lay. 

It’s soft under your back, soft and cold and damp. 

“Welcome to your new life, little one.” You’ve never heard the voice before, not on its own, only blended with the man on the path. It’s velvet smooth yet crackles at the edge with a cold fire. Comfort and danger in one. You know the owner even without looking over. 

Still, you look.

Beauty and horror rolled into one haunting creature resembling a human male, yet far from it. 

He’s sitting on the damp forest ground a little to your right, smiling at you with those sharp teeth on show, his dark, dangerous eyes which hold no light or warmth locked on you. And yet you feel…adored. 

“What’s your name?” You ask, voice soft and calm, at peace here laid on the bed of moss beside the being that could tear you apart and swallow you whole if he so desired. You think he once wanted to. But now. Now you think he still might. But only to carry you with him always. 

You think you would let him, if he asked. 

“My name?” He repeats, leaning forward. You nod and then suddenly he’s slinking over the ground, crawling in a manner that should not be possible, his bones should not move in such a way if he were human. 

But he’s not. 

“Names hold power here, little one, do you think I would give a mere human power over me?” He taunts, placing each of his bony hands either side of your head as he leans over you, head tilting too far to the right for a human neck. 

“I don’t feel human anymore.” You reply and lift your hand to feather your fingers over his cheek. Perfectly smooth and cold, yet still soft. 

“I suppose you are not.” He chuckles and dips down to brush the tip of his nose over your neck, to breathe the scent of you in.

“What am I now?” 

“Mine.” Sharp teeth pierce your delicate skin, not deeply, just enough to draw blood that a cold, wet tongue laps up greedily. 

“Then tell me your name. If I’m yours, I will never want to do you harm.” 

He leans up. Peers at you as he licks blood stained teeth and swallows every drop. 

“You are mine.” He repeats.

“I am yours.”

“Prove it, let me have you.” 

“I am yours.” You repeat firmly, tugging him down to taste your blood on his tongue.

It’s dark, and cold, and soft under your bare back, and you are not alone. 

“My name is Jeonghan.” 

It’s dark and you don’t want to find the light again.

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PAIRING || Jeonghan x Female Reader

GENRES || Smut, Enemies To Lovers AU (kind of-)

WARNINGS || minors dni, sub!reader, dom!jeonghan, dacryphilia, pet names, slightly mean jeonghan but also soft jeonghan, begging [let me know if i missed anything pls]

WORD COUNT || 0.8k

A/N || yes this went completely against my principles because i never, NEVER write mean hannie (hes an angel okay???) but here we are....struggling to get rid of my writers block

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“what was that, princess?” jeonghan asked, gently pinching the soft flesh of your ass. he felt you clench around his cock at the pet name, causing him to dig his nails into your hip even more as he pushed himself impossibly deeper inside you. 

“‘m being a good girl.” you sniffled, your voice muffled by the pillow. you sounded so pathetic right now that he almost gave in to you, all judgements clouded by lust. 

jeonghan wondered for a second if you had known that this was how things would have ended up as when the teacher had paired up him, the troublemaker of the class with you, the goody two shoes class topper. he knew you had always hated his guts and honestly, jeonghan wouldn’t have cared about it if he didn’t love riling you up that much.

“good girl? i don’t think good girls act so shamelessly, y/n.” he sneered, reaching down to pinch your hardened nipple. you let out another whimper, this time clutching the pillow as you screwed your eyes shut, tears streaming out. 

“you okay?” he asked worriedly, scared all of a sudden that he had accidentally hurt you but when you nodded, he reverted back to his mean self. “i wish you could see yourself now. how opathetic you are. and all for me. the person you ‘hate’.”

and he really wished you could see what a pathetic mess you were. your hair was completely dishevelled and your lips were swollen as you drooled onto his pillow. 

“p-please, hannie. will be good to you forever, promise.” you sobbed. oh. so it was hannie now, huh? a few minutes ago, he was nothing short of yoon jeonghan to you but now that you were reduced to nothing but a whimpering, blubbering mess, he was hannie?

“too bad i can’t really say no when you ask like that princess.” he muttered, before slowly moving his hips in and out of you. you moaned at the friction, arching your back a little as relief finally flooded into your throbbing cunt. 

jeonghan himself had a hard time keeping control of himself and not just ramming into you. you were so, so wet for him, and so warm that he really couldn’t help himself when a few groans escaped his lips. the way your walls kept clenching around him erratically caused a coil to form in his stomach, tightening as your moans got louder.

“h-hannie.” you sobbed, nearly causing his hips to stutter by the sound of it. you felt so good, so good, he really didn’t want to stop, not when your pussy kept squeezing his cock so well each time he tried to pull out. it was like it didn’t want him to go, like you didn’t want him to go. “go faster, please.”

he didn’t need to be told a second time. reaching down, he wrapped his hand around your neck, giving it a light squeeze, before running his hand through your body to reach your clit, rubbing the swollen bud. 

you let out a gasp at the action. “‘m close, so close hannie.” you muttered. he felt his balls clench at your words, the coil in his stomach threatening to snap too. 

“what if i say no?” he said, all of a sudden amused by the idea of you begging. he really hadn’t ever thought of you begging but if you did, he was sure that was an image that was going to be burned in his head forever. “what if i say you can’t come? only good girls should get what they deserve, right?”

“no no no.” you choked. “i’ll-i’ll be better! i’ll be nicer to you too, hannie! i’ll be such a good girl that you’ll only want to fuck me everytime.” 

that’s all it took to crumble his willpower. jeonghan accidentally pressed against your clit a bit too hard and he immediately felt you clamp around him tightly, a hot liquid coating his cock as the coil inside him snapped too, coating your insides with his warm seeds.

the exhaustion hit him almost immediately but he made sure not to collapse right on you, opting to lay down beside you instead, his soft member slipping out of you as he pulled you to his chest.

the room quieted down for a while, only filled with the sound of your ragged breathing as you tried to catch your breaths. 

“the bed’s a mess.” he heard you say after some time, the disgust very evident in your voice. for some reason, it made him smile fondly as he once again remembered how much you usually hated him. 

“that’s okay princess, we can clean it up after we shower.” he said, quickly pressing a kiss on the base of your neck. 

you turned to him and frowned. “why does it sound like we are going to fuck there too?”

he pretended to look surprised. “what happened to hannie?” he asked, causing you to roll your eyes as you asked again. “why does it sound like we are going to have another round in the shower, hannie?”

“well,” he began, before pressing another kiss on your lips. “because you promised to be a good girl just for me, didn’t you?”

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am i your little secret?

Starting a new education is frightening as it is, but thanks to Jeonghan and his push and pull game that’s the least of your worries.

pairing: jeonghan x f!reader wordcount: 8K tags: village au, college au, jeonghan is very hot and cold, bestie!jun, y/n getting close to cheol & chan we love to see it, insecurity, jealousy ; dom!jeonghan, oral (f), unprotected sex, choking, degradation, praise, jeonghan being mean again, spanking, multiple orgasms (f), mutual masturbation warnings: smut, cursing, alcohol, angst a/n: omg finally part 3 ! i love this series so much i hope yall like it toooo…. 🫶

this is part of a series! (one ; two ; three ; four)

"Remind me why you're here again?" Chan looks up from his phone, his overgrown bleached hair messy around his head while he lays down on his bed. You move your gaze from your reflection in the black phone screen over to him, shaking your legs that rest on the base of the desk chair.

"And I told you to stop doing that," Chan lets out a huff of air, shooting daggers at you. You stop shaking your legs. "It's distracting me." he sighs, rolling onto his side to look at you.

"Distracting you from... Tiktok?" you cock up your eyebrow, earning a chuckle from your friend. "Yea..." he pouts, dropping his phone on the mattress before sitting up.

Chan and you have gotten close in the last month ever since you got accepted into college, happily willing to show you around campus and introduce you to some friends with the same major as you. The new semester doesn't start till after the weekend, yet you feel strangely good about starting school.

"This guy..." Chan trails off, looking off somewhere randomly.

"Jun." you say.

"Jun." he repeats, looking back at you. "He's gonna stay in the shared dorms?" Chan asks you, holding his breath. You chuckle, looking at the two single beds he's pushed together for himself. "Single." you say, making Chan let out a huff of air in relief.

"Good. I bribed Seungcheol to let me stay here alone, but to be frank I think I'm on thin ice with him these days." he sighs, stroking his diy king sized bed.

"He's part of the student council isn't he?" you ask, earning a nod. "It'll be good for you to stay on his good side so he can help you pass exams and shit." Chan winks, making you chuckle. "I think I would rather get my degree the normal way, but thanks." you watch him shrug, whispering a 'suit yourself' before unlocking his phone again.

You look over at your phone for the nth time, still no message. "God, she's looking at that damn phone again." Chan mumbles, sighing.

It was supposed to be a surprise when one of your closest friend applied to be an exchange student at the same school you'd applied for, flying over all the way from his home country. After you'd figured out his little plan to secretly move countries for you you'd scolded him, calling him out for being so impulsive just because the idea seemed fun to him.

You were worried he'd been too hasty in making his decision at first, but now, with all the sulking out of your system, you were feeling giddy over seeing your best friend again. Maybe even nervous too.

jun: I'm here 🤓

You straighten your posture when you get the message you've been waiting for. It was the reason you were even on campus bothering Chan in the first place despite living at home (it wasn't that far and you figured you could just bike to school every day.)

"I'm leaving." you announce as you get up, saying your goodbyes to Chan and hastily messaging your friend to get his exact location.

When you see him standing in front of his new dorm you can't contain your excitement, running up to your close friend whom you haven't seen in nearly half a year. His embrace feels warm and familiar, and you feel all your nerves wash away in an instant. Why were you even nervous to begin with?

"Y/nnie, I missed you." he whispers in your ear, giving you a hard squeeze. A muffled groan leaves your lips at the harsh display of affection, chuckling after.

"I missed you too, Junhui." You feel your face heat up a little, feeling awkward with being vulnerable.

Jun lets go of you, dragging you into his dorm room. The space is clean and near empty, with only his giant suitcases and a white backpack on the floor.

It almost seems like you're right back in China. The both of you sat on the floor next to each other while you're abandoning the video playing on Jun's phone to gossip, snacks and bottles of beer splayed around you on the floor.

The two of you don't even notice the sky turning dark until it's midnight. You were planning to just cycle home and go back the next day to help him unpack, continuing the conversations that never seem to die down between you.

"-You're sleeping here wether you like it or not. It's not safe, y/n." he points his index finger at you like you're a small child, making you giggle. You can never stay serious in front of him.

"It's okay, Junnie. It's not like we're in Shenzhen anymore." you assure him, getting up from the laminated floor. You rub your butt in an attempt to soothe the skin after sitting on the same spot for hours, Jun mimicking you when he follows.

He grabs your wrist before you can move further. "Still, all these students, male students. A pretty girl like you won’t be safe."

You roll your eyes at him, ignoring the last statement. "Alright then, I'll sleep here if it'll make you feel better." you give in, not like you care too much about the whole sleeping situation anyways. You'd shared a bed plenty of times before, that's just how your relationship with Jun was. Comfortable, easy. Almost everything with Jun was easy.

The loud zipper of his suitcase catches your attention, your sight momentarily gone when he throws a shirt right in your face. "Oh right- still no pyjama pants?" You see Juinhui looking at you when you uncover your face, nodding.

"Scandalous." he chuckles, taking the pants and another shirt for himself before making his way into the bathroom. "Don't have an extra toothbrush yet but I did bring mouthwash." he yells from the bathroom, and you tell him it's fine before changing into his oversized shirt. His smell is even the same.

You fall asleep quickly next to Jun, and the lack of curtains in his dorm wakes you earlier than usual the following morning. There’s light snoring next to you, and you turn to see Junhui sleeping peacefully beside you. You unconsciously smile, resisting to urge to fix a strand of displaced hair in his face.

You resort to scrolling your phone for a little until he wakes up, which is a near hour before he finally does so.

He stretches his tall frame next to yours, his tired eyes meeting yours with a frown between his brows. You chuckle, watching him rub his eyes as an attempt to wake up.

“Creep. You’re staring at me again?” he chuckles after sitting upright. You roll your eyes at him. “Says the pervert who begged me to sleep over.” Jun chuckles, reaching over to his phone that’s plugged into the charger.

“You’re the sicko who always refuses to wear pants.”

“Do you want me to help you unpack or not?” you snap at him, a hint of playfulness behind your eyes. Jun pouts. “I love you.” he smiles sweetly, ruffling your hair before getting up.

“Yeah, yeah,” you mumble when rolling your eyes again.

“Go freshen up, I’ll start on the big suitcases first.” Jun says, rolling one of his giant suitcases to the middle of the room.

It takes you nearly two hours to unpack and sort all of Jun’s luggage, with another hour and a half of walking around campus and touring the amenities you’ve yet to actually go to.

The two of you get breakfast and coffee at one of the cafe’s before you finally say your goodbyes to Jun, promising to go come back tonight to attend your first frat party at an actual fraternity instead of Joshua’s place.

With the remains of your crossaint bagged and clutched between your teeth you unlock your bike safely parked near the entrance of your college, grasping the paper bag in your hand as you cycle the route you’ve been getting more familiar with.

As you make the drive thought the Greek row littered with Sororities and Fraternities, you suddenly recognize a certain someone. It feels like a punch in the chest, all the air leaving your lungs when you recognize Wonwoo.

You thank the gods his back is towards you, his broad frame walking up the steps to which you assume is his fraternity.

With quick pedaling you keep cycling, trying not to rile yourself up and get too angry again.

Sure, it had been weeks since you found out about your brothers little plan to get you and Wonwoo together, something that would’ve only been mildly infuriating if it hadn’t been for the fact Wonwoo was in on it.

But the ordeal had left you angry and confused, all the pain you’ve tried so hard to ‘self love’ your way out of coming right back; years of feeling like a burden with lack of direction, just a sad, pitied embarrassment.

You didn’t even text him back when he asked to talk to you, not ready to be confronted with all those repressed feelings again. Maybe it was rude of you, childish even, but you’re hurt and not ready.

Soonyoung could tell you were still upset about it despite you sucking it up and acting like everything was okay, yet he choose to not mention it again.

So, when you get home after exactly thirty minutes it’s no surprise your older brother keeps up the act, following you around the house happily yapping away while munching on some chocolate ice cream, residue collecting in the corners of his mouth.

He even stands outside the bathroom when you take a shower, his mouth nearly pressed against the crack of the door after you let him know you can barely hear him under the hot stream of water.

Once you’re sitting on your bed, covered by a soft bathrobe and a pink towel around your head, Soonyoung’s spread out in the centre of your bed laying on his stomach, watching some video on his phone while taking about something dumb Mingyu did the other week.

You admit the story is pretty funny, but something about that Mingyu just pisses you off. Just the way he smirked when talking to you, so obviously amused by whatever Jeonghan must’ve told him about you.

Jeonghan. You almost sigh at the thought of him.

“Don’t disappear on me again, y/n.”

What about him? It’s not like he makes any effort to contact you either. He doesn’t even have your number.

You think about Jeonghan a lot, so much it’s almost a problem.

It’s definitely a problem.

Whenever that pretty face haunts your thoughts again you try to think of anything else, mostly failing when you remember that warm laughter of his, or his pretty, brown eyes that seem to read you oh so easily.

Whatever. After the whole Wonwoo ordeal you made a promise to yourself. To never be that desperate girl you used to be, taking any affection or love that she can get her hands on. You know it was your own insecurity shining through, so deprived of warmth it made you accept anything from anyone.

It wasn’t like you actually liked Jeonghan, it was just the idea of him you liked.

"-As much as I want to meet your friend tonight I already promised dad to bring and pick him up from the game tonight," Soonyoung sighs deeply, genuinely seeming upset.

You chuckle lightly, wondering why you haven't send him away yet. "You just want to drink alcohol." you tug on his arm to try to get rid of him, Soonyoung frowning at you.

"Well there’s that too," he shrugs, letting himself get dragged out your room while still being focused on the screen in his hand.

Once you're finally by yourself you take your time getting ready for the party, humming along to some playlist while you put on makeup and carefully pick out your outfit for the night.

When it's almost 11 you shoot Jun a quick text you're on your way before getting on your bike again, silently cursing your brother isn't going with you so you could've just taken the car instead.

jun: sorry i just read this and i won't be ready for like another 30 min grrr but i'll meet u there later!!!

Great. Walking inside the party alone was a whole task on its own, having you pause your movements after locking your bike and trying to muster up your self confidence.

You should've taken a shot before leaving. Or two.

With anxiety haunting your body you force yourself to go inside, bodies of people already inside of the spacious fraternity. You pray to god you can find someone you know, not wanting to look like a complete loser before school had even started.

"Y/n?" you turn when you hear your name, the frown on your face barely smoothening out when Mingyu and Minghao are standing in front of you.

There's already a grin on Mingyu's tan face, taking a sip of his beer generously. Remind me why I keep coming to these parties. "What're you doing here?" he sounds genuinely confused, briefly looking around to try finding your brother.

You shrug. "I'm here with a friend." you say vaguely, looking behind them to try to find anyone else.

The two of them follow your gaze for a moment, giving each other a quick look. "This friend," Minghao starts swirling his glass of wine, making you wonder why he’s drinking wine at a frat party. "Is he like, an actual person we can see and touch?"

You roll your eyes, stealing a glance at your empty phone screen while you hear Mingyu laugh at his friend. "Yes, Minghao. He's not here yet." you sigh, pocketing your phone.

Minghao's been friends with your brother for quite some time now, and you get along with him pretty well. Now with your brother not here to pick on together, you seem to be the one falling victim to his sharp wit instead.

"I'm just kidding, funny girl. I'll get you a drink and you can wait for her with us." Minghao empties his wine glass before leaving you alone with Mingyu, who's on you within seconds asking you all kinds of questions about your brother without letting you get as much as a single word in, practically having a conversation with himself as he seems to realize he already know most of the answers.

Your mind wanders to Jeonghan again, a part of you hoping you'll see him again tonight. You could just ask Mingyu, one of his closest friends, but you don't want to be that girl. Besides, there's loads of other people to get to know here, people that are way better than Yoon Jeonghan.

Minghao gets back with two full glasses, handing you the simple mixed drink with a smile. You thank him before taking a well deserved sip, sighing in delight.

"Now that we've established what I'm doing here I'll ask you both the same." you eye the taller men while taking another sip, the both of them chuckling in unison.

"We threw it, why wouldn't we be here?" Mingyu smiles, turning briefly to greet some guy patting his shoulder.

"I mean, our fraternity. We live here."

You cock up your eyebrows, slowly nodding. Makes sense. "Must be fun living with all your close friends." your lips quivers in amusement. Minghao's face grimaces, giggling when his friend elbows him.

"Mostly," Mingyu says. "But you know we don't all live together." he tells you truthfully. "And maybe that's for the best." Minghao adds, swirling his wine again. You nod. Does Jeonghan live with them?

Your phone vibrates, and you seem to spot your tall friend walking in quickly, clad in all black clothing apart from his thick white shoes. 

"Oh, Excuse me," they watch you approach Junhui with a smile on your friend, going back to their own conversations when you disappear to the kitchen with him for a drink.

"Different crowd, hm?" Jun chuckles, clinking his glass against yours before you both start drinking.

"Different," you nod. "But fun." you take another sip of your drink, your eyes falling on a light tuft of hair walking past the body of people, two eyes lighting up after spotting your presence.

Chan quickly makes his way over to you, excited to meet this friend of yours he's been hearing so much about.

Chan's ability to befriend anyone is how the three of you get engulfed in a competitive drinking game, a handful of other people soon taking notice of your fierce competition and thus ending up with a whole group of people playing along.

Your friend Jun quickly sparks the interest of a pretty girl tactically asking him for help winning the game, a ploy that goes right over your clueless' friend's head. The two of them end up somewhere outside of your peripheral, and to be honest the game has made you far too drunk to worry about what your friend is doing.

Taking notice of how your vision has shifted, you decide to find anyone you know, preferably the one person you've secretly been thinking of the entire night.

Your eyes soon land on Mingyu, and too drunk to even care you walk up to him, tugging on his arm to get his attention. Mingyu frowns when turning to you, a smile painting his lips once he sees who it is. "Y/n." he chuckles taking in your current state.

"Where is he." you sigh, squeezing your eyes shut for a second in an attempt to get rid of your dry eyes.

Mingyu stays silent for a moment, his stare agitating you more with every second.

"Where is who?" he finally answers while crossing his arms over his chest. You snicker. Is he kidding?

"Jeonghan." you roll your eyes, almost stumbling over your own feet. Mingyu grabs your arm to steady you, sighing quietly. "How will you go home like this?" he patiently waits for your answer, one you don't seem too eager on providing him with.

Mingyu doesn't wait too long before he's helping you exit the party, your silent protest drowned out by the music until you're outside. 

“You came on your bike, didn’t you?” Mingyu hums when you nod, trying to decipher which one of the bunch is yours just by scanning the objects.

“Pink bell.” you look at him through heavy eyes, Mingyu dragging you to said bike. “Give me the key.” he puts out his free hand, expecting you to just hand over your key. Your hazy brain isn’t fully operating, not really getting what he’s meaning to do.

“I’m gonna bring you home, give me the key.” he nudges his hand towards you, waiting for you.

Mingyu cycling over half an hour to your home with you drunkenly clinging onto him? You can’t think of anything else you hate more at the moment. So, with a big grunt you force yourself out of his grasp, walking up the short steps to the fraternity to sit down on the top step.

The poor guy sighs. “Come one y/n. Do I need to call your brother?” he goes to stand in front of you, his eyes sneakily trying to scan you for any signs of your key.

“I don’t care.” you roll your eyes, laying down on the concrete floor in front of the busy house with your arms stretched out. There’s one guy that steps outside to smoke, a frown on his face when he sees the scene in front of him.

“Well, what do you want then?” Mingyu rubs his eyes, squatting down in front of your body.

“Where’s Jeonghan…” you pout, closing your eyes for a moment. You hear Mingyu chuckle. “I didn’t know you were so close with Jeonghan hyung,” he has this tone where you can tell he’s teasing eventhough you’re too drunk to function properly.

“Yes you do.” you mumble, already having picked up on Mingyu’s game the second it started.

“Yes I do.” he admits, watching you push yourself upright.

“I only want Jeonghan. Get him, now.” you hiss at him, making Mingyu laugh out loud. “You’re gonna be so embarrassed tomorrow.” he giggles. You let out a deep breath, shaking your head at him. “I just…” you let your face drop in your lap, sighing loudly. “I miss him…” you say sadly, hearing another laugh from Mingyu’s throat. Annoying prick.

“He’s out of town, y/n.” Mingyu tells you, making you frown.

“Y/n? Gyu?” you look up when hearing the deep voice, eyes widening when you see Seungcheol.

“Cheollie!” you push yourself up to engulf him in a tight hug, your friend groaning at your bone crushing grip. “What’s going on?” he asks you, already knowing the answer to his question.

“She’s gone.” Mingyu shrugs, ringing the bell on your bike. “I was gonna cycle her home but she won’t give me the key.”

Seungcheol sighs and nods, his arm around you to keep you steady. “Go inside, I’ll drive her home.” he tells his younger friend, who thanks him before going back to the party. You’re happy there’s at least one person you trust with you again, your relationship with Seungcheol progressed just like it had with Chan.

Before you know it you're in the passenger seat of Cheol's car, listening to him softly humming along to his playlist while he takes you home.

"You're so lucky dad was in a good mood last night." Soonyoung presses for the nth time as he parks his car. "I get it." you roll your eyes before stepping out of the vehicle, the sound of the door slamming echoing through the now quiet neighborhood.

Your brother offered to give you a ride back to his friends' fraternity so you could pick up your abandoned bike, last night's antics almost forgotten with the amount of alcohol you mixed. Well, almost. You sure do remember embarrassing yourself over Jeonghan to Kim Mingyu out al all people.

While Soonyoung finds his way inside of the big house rather quickly after yesterday's fomo, you walk up to your bike. Trying not to think of what you did yesterday you feel around in the pockets of your cardigan, freezing when you can't find your key.

Great. Can anything go right?

You figure you could just hang out with your brother and his friends inside, but you're really in no mood to socialize today. Not with the raging headache you’re having, and especially when knowing you could see Mingyu again.

With a sigh you sit down on the same steps as last night, looking out in front of you like some zombie.

"Looking for something?"

The voice makes you shudder. You turn to meet the gaze of someone even worse that Mingyu, Wonwoo.

He flashes you a shiny key, a small smile on his face.

"Oh." you say, pushing yourself back up. Before you can ask him how he managed to get your key he's already next to you holding the object out for you to take.

You give him a quick look when you accept the key, mumbling a soft thanks.

"I found it this morning. Right where you were sitting just now." he nods in your direction, his eyes trying to meet yours.

"Thanks, Wonwoo." you say again, resisting the urge to sigh in front of him.

There's an awkward silence between the two of you, and you pray he doesn't say anything and just goes back inside.

"Why... why didn't you text me back?"

You give him a look, thinking for a second.

“Because I’m angry.” you simply say, not in the mood to go into all the details. Isn’t it common sense? He played you for a complete fool, doing a favor for your brother like you weren’t your own capable person.

“Look, I,” Wonwoo sighs. “I know you think Soonyoung pushed me to tell you those things,” he pushes his black glasses back on his nose. “…A-And in a way he did, kinda….” you give him a look, crossing your arms over your chest with a frown growing on your face.

“But! I would’t have done it if… if it wasn’t-isn’t…true.”

You sigh. “Wonwoo, you guys had this whole coherent… thing going on behind my back.” you shove your hands in your pocket, fiddling with the key in your grasp.

“I would like to believe it was genuine, and maybe it was and I didn’t realize it until now. But if that’s true I still don’t appreciate this whole situation.” you pause for a second, thinking how you can’t ever seem to please the people around you.

“Am I really that incompetent if there’s constantly people trying to push me in the ‘right’ direction? Can’t I do something on my own without help?”

You watch Wonwoo opening his mouth slightly as to speak, yet he doesn’t say anything.

You give him a little smile, straightening your posture. “Just… forget it, okay? I’m sorry. It’s my own incompetence.” you pull your hands out of your pocket, unlocking your bike.

“What- Why are you apologizing?” Wonwoo scratches the side of his head, a little pout on his lips. “It’s… kinda silly when people constantly feel the need to help you, huh?” he says, sighing. You look at him.

“Maybe we’re more alike than you think, y/n.” Wonwoo says softly, chewing on the inside of his lip. “And maybe I’ve been a little too comfortable living like that.”

You really think about what he’s telling you. You’re both mere victims of insecurity.

“It’s a good place to be in. Until It’s not.” you chuckle. Have you been selfish only thinking of yourself? Or is that just human nature? Is it gnawing at Wonwoo too?

The boy smiles sweetly. “Well then… see you around, y/n.” his eyes linger on you for a moment longer before he walks back inside the fraternity, leaving you behind.

The first day of class creeps up on you too fast, but despite your fear it goes relatively well, happily chatting away and getting to know the students Chan had introduced you to. It isn't till you have a free period you don't really know what to do, deciding to explore the buildings a little better after finishing your lunch.

You walk somewhere outside on your way to one of the school's cafe's, feeling the warm sun rays hitting your skin. There's not many people around as most are in class or don't even have their first day till tomorrow.

Trying to feel confident wandering around on your own you can't help but shudder at the sudden breath in your ear.

"Boo." the voice makes you jump, eyes wide when you quickly turn to see Jeonghan grinning down at you.

"What the fuck." you whisper angrily, shoving at his chest. Jeonghan seems to rather enjoy watching you get frightened so quickly over nothing, heavy hooded eyes fixated on yours with a teasing smile on his pink lips.

He looks... so pretty. Maybe it's because you haven't seen him in a while, but the way his long dark locks frame his pretty face so perfectly has you enamored. Or his slender frame, dressed in a black track suit fitting his shoulders in some way that just makes you dizzy.

"A little birdie told me you've been crying telling people how much you miss me." he scans you up and down, eyes resting on your chest for a little too long before looking back at you in amusement.

You decide against making fists of your hands, letting out a long breath instead. Of course he'd hear about that. Had Mingyu exaggerated or was that all him?

"Need someone to bicker with without my brother near." you say, crossing your arms over your chest.

Jeonghan hums. "Of course. Maybe if you had some friends you wouldn’t feel the need to annoy me every time.” he chuckles, another one of his digs making you roll your eyes.

“I have friends. You do know you’re the one coming up to me every time, right?” you cock up your eyebrow, letting him take you in.

The boy laughs quietly. “I do know that, sweetheart. Maybe I simply need someone to bicker with too.” he licks his lips before hooking his finger in your jeans, pulling you almost flush against him.

You look at him while he’s so close to you, not taking notice of him pulling your phone out of the pocket of your cardigan until he flashes you the object.

He turns the screen so your facial recognition unlocks the phone, tapping away for a moment before he gives it back to you with a satisfied smile, pushing his hands in his pockets.

He opens his mouth to speak before some girl calls out his name rather irritably, jogging up to him and quickly linking arms with him.

“Here you are Hannie,” she gives you a subtle displeased look before fully turning her attention back to Jeonghan, who just keeps his eyes on you.

“Let’s go?” she tugs on his arm to try to get his attention before opting to just drag him away from you. Jeonghan gives you a wink before he walks off with her, the simple action leaving you flustered.

You didn’t expect to park your bike in front of that same damn fraternity again, but after getting Jeonghan’s text asking if you were still on campus (You weren’t, you were already on your way home yet you told him yes.) that’s right where you end up.

Jeonghan had put his number in your contacts and send himself a quick text to get yours when he’d taken your phone, a random, creepy smiling emoji that was so alike him.

It wasn’t even hours later he invited you to his place after lying you were still around, already hoping he’d invite you over like the pathetic girl you’ve become.

You remember it’s been only days since you promised yourself not to be so desperate anymore, yet you choose to ignore your inner voice scolding you for it.

“So you live here too then?” you ask the question when obviously already knowing the answer, walking through the hall until you reach Jeonghan’s bedroom, who just hums.

Once inside you can’t help scanning the room, surprised at how neat it is. Everything seems to have its own spot, decorated with care.

“Cute.” you remark, giving Jeonghan an amused smile. He raises his eyebrows at you, watching you further admire the little knick knacks spread all around. There’s three tiny ceramic bunnies on his desk, with a collection of all kind of bracelets, silver and beaded ones on a cute little tray next to it. He has a sneaker display, and you can see all kind of completed lego sets sitting on top of it, small and bigger ones. He even has a pretty clay lilypad ashtray on his nightstand, and you can tell he’s made it himself by the shabby look of the polished object.

You don’t know why, but seeing all this compared to the cold Jeonghan you first met all those months ago makes you giggle. In your head he hadn’t changed much from then, still the annoying and cocky guy who wouldn’t even bother lifting his leg for you to sit. Maybe a lot did change from then.

“What’s wrong with you?” Jeonghan frowns down at you like you’re stupid, watching you admire the cute bunnies at a closer proximity.

“Nothing,” you chuckle, shaking your head. “They’re just so sweet.” Jeonghan swats your hand when you try to touch them, making you pout.

“I know.” he says, forcefully turning you to meet his body. He holds your shoulders, pushing you back against the edge of the desk before pressing his lips against yours. He makes out with you slowly while his hands travel down to rest on your waist, holding you in place.

You whimper against his mouth when he starts sucking and biting on your bottom lip, hot tongue swiping the throbbing skin before delving right back, licking into your mouth almost desperately. You grab his face to bring him even closer, just as eagerly kissing him back.

Jeonghan peels off your shirt swiftly, throwing the fabric on the floor. He starts kissing your neck, slowly going down to your collarbone while his fingers remove your bra before undoing the button of your jeans.

You hum and bite your lip feeling his mouth exploring your skin, his touch giving you goosebumps. Hands push down the remaining of your clothes forcefully.

Jeonghan wraps his fingers under your thighs, lifting you on his desk before sinking down on his knees in front of you.

The sight in front of you is as beautiful as it is sinful, Jeonghan’s hand gripping your ankle while his lips trace your skin from your calf to your knee, starting to give the inside of your knee lingering kisses while he makes direct eye contact with you.

The act feels way too intimate for two people just sleeping together, yet you don’t want to put a stop to it either.

You start feeling shy when Jeonghan forces your thighs apart for him, cheeks heating up while he pulls you closer to the edge, in direct contact with your pussy. “Getting wet already?” Jeonghan drags out his words in an almost cute manner, his hot lips burning into your skin with every kiss inching closer to your core.

He keeps his hands on your thighs stubbornly, giving you a look before he suddenly gives your clit a small kitten lick. Jeonghan watches you react to the short touch, your body immediately shifting on his desk.

He only chuckles before his mouth finally finds your cunt. You quickly realize what you’ve been missing out on all this time, Jeonghan’s patronizing mouth finding solance between your sweet legs.

You stagger a long breath when his tongue teases your entrance, starting to lick at your hole like he’s a man starved.

He’s so good, so skilled. When his nose bumps into your clit you can’t help your hips from raising, trying to grind into his touch like you’re not the one in control of yourself anymore.

“Fuck,” you whimper when he tongue fuck you, occasionally withdrawing his hot tongue to suck at your clit, tongue swirling around your heat messily.

He licks you even faster, and your hand finds itself in his mop of hair to push him even closer to you. “‘M almost there Hannie… please.” you moan, fingers playing with the strands of his long hair. Jeonghan hums against you, moving his tongue and nose against you even faster till your body is twitching and rocking for him.

Jeonghan is perfectly content getting lost in your pretty cunt, grunting and mumbling against your heat endlessly. He slurps up some of your juices before pressing his face into your pussy harder, tongue massaging your clit repeatedly.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you gasp, coming undone crying out Jeonghan’s name. He licks and sucks at your wet pussy as you ride out your high, body gently rocking against his pretty face. When he doesn’t seem to stop, threatening to overstimulate your poor cunt you pull him back by his hair forcefully, eyes wide and breath hitching.

“Hey, wasn’t done yet.” Jeonghan whines, giving the inside of your thigh a kiss. He chuckles at your state, deciding it’s maybe for the best not to overstimulate you so quickly so early.

His hands press into your thighs when he pushes himself back up, giving you a look before lifting you off his desk. You look at him while he puts you down on his bed, standing in front of you.

“Now have you been whoring around y/n?” He takes your chin between his fingers, peering down at you with a serious look on his face. When you shake your head he hums, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “Good girl.” he whispers before shaking off his zip up hoodie, the white shirt under it following quickly.

You watch his every move, his delicate fingers hooking inside the fabric of his sweatpants and boxers before he takes those off too, his pretty body exhibited just for you.

Even after just coming down from an orgasm you feel yourself quickly getting turned on again, licking your lips at the sight in front of you.

“Think that cunt is ready? Bet I can just slip right in.” Jeonghan’s thumb presses into your clit, and you hiss out at the sudden contact. “‘M- I’m ready.” you force out, finding his big eyes staring down at you.

He chuckles before caging you under his tall body, his lips quickly finding yours again. His mouth is coated with your release, eagerly moving against yours as you taste yourself. The groan against your lips has you gasping, fingers finding his shoulders for some kind of support.

“Jeonghan…” you whisper against his mouth, lightly pushing at his shoulder to see him pumping his length between your legs, lazy hooded eyes watching you. “Hurry.” you tell him before pulling him back on your mouth again, just feeling him grin.

You don’t know why you’ve kept yourself from wanting Jeonghan all this time, stubbornly forcing yourself not to end up in a bed with him again after doing exactly that. Somehow now you see it, how much your body craves him, no room for others even if you wanted it.

Ending the kiss abruptly he keeps his face as close as possible to you, eyelashes practically fanning your skin to watch your face amend in pleasure once he forces his thick tip past your wet walls. The sound of his high pitched moan drives you crazy, and your mouth falls open at the feeling of him sinking inside deeper.

Jeonghan gives your bottom lip a quick kiss before firmly grabbing your throat, holding you as he bottoms out deep inside of you. The pressure of your walls so tight around him could almost make you cum alone, and you struggle to translate the feeling before he seems to read your thoughts, hips drawing back until only the tip remains. The grip on your neck tightens, Jeonghan’s tongue sticking out while he quickly thrusts back inside of your heat again.

“God,” you whimper feeling him bump your cervix, and you don’t know how you’re not supposed to cry when he keeps hitting that damn spot over and over again without giving you a break. Jeonghan’s pace is controlled and deep, having you struggling to moan with those skinny fingers digging so meanly into your skin.

“Already seeing god? thought I was being so nice only choking you out so softly…” the boy pouts at you tauntingly, loosening his grip without removing his hand from you. “Mhf-yes. Sorry.” you moan when he snaps his hips against you faster, seeing him cock up his eyebrow at you. “You’re apologizing?” he snickers, thighs hiking you further up the bed so he can reach even deeper inside of you.

Another thrust and a hand pressing against your stomach is all it takes for you to cum loudly around his cock, tears clouding your vision momentarily from the sudden orgasm you couldn’t forsee. “Fuck-shit.” you breath loudly, Jeonghan groaning at the way your pussy grips him. “Jesus, y/n. missed me that much?” Jeonghan sneers, giving your throat a final squeeze before letting go completely.

“That’s cute. Too bad I’m not done using you yet.” Jeonghan pulls out to flip you over, manhandling you on all fours in front of you. You wince when he smacks your ass harshly, hands on your hips to bring you closer to him. “Arch.” he warns, a glob of his spit hitting your pussy. His tip rubs between your folds, and your head falls down at the feeling, sure it’s gonna be too much for your poor overstimulated cunt to handle so soon.

Jeonghan doesn’t care, pushing his cock into you in one go. Your toes curl at the feeling, cries filling the room when he starts fucking into you. He’s fast, chasing his release eagerly. “Shouldn’t you be thanking me, slut? Aren’t I doing you a favor?” Jeonghan digs his fingers into your hips harshly, the sound of skin slapping in the air.

“Thank-s. T-thank you Jeonghan.” you whine without a thought, only focussed on taking dick. “Love your cock so much.” you almost cry, fisting the blankets under you tightly. You hear mocking laughter behind you.

Before you know it his hands press into the mattress next to yours, sweaty chest meeting your back. He wraps one arm around your waist, holding you tightly as he plummets into your pussy, his mouth kissing your neck between moans. “‘M cumming. Keep still for me.” Jeonghan tells you in a whisper, slowing down his thrusts once he spills his seed deep inside of you with a whine.

He holds you for a moment, lips resting against your neck as deep breaths tickle your skin. Silent gasps slip past your lips, still feeling Jeonghan twitching inside of you.

He carefully pulls out of your spent heat, letting himself fall back next to your body, catching his breath momentarily while he watches you tiredly turn to face him, sweaty bodies pressing right into each other.

“Come, sit on top of me,” Jeonghan motions at you with his hand, his chest moving with every deep breath he takes. You look at him, wondering if he’s actually serious or not. “Huh?” you let your head rest on the side of the pillow he’s using, face close to his.

“You didn’t cum this time. Come, pretty.” he grabs your wrist, gently tugging you in his direction fruitlessly. A chuckle slips past your lips, shaking your head lazily. “‘S okay, I’m tired Jeonghan.” you pout, watching him fight a smile before pouting back and covering your lower bodies with his warm blanket.

You get a good view of his back when he rolls over to retrieve someone from his nightstand, shuffling back a little so his back is supported by the pillow once he lays back down again. He rips a piece of paper from from its packaging, a little bag filled with weed resting on his chest while he creates a filter, two fingers reaching into the bag of weed to crumble off parts for his joint.

Like it’s this year’s best picture you watch him attentively, fingers rolling the joint skillfully between his digits. He makes eye contact with you when he licks the edge of the paper, chuckling in amusement before closing and twisting the top shut with his fingers.

"You're always staring when I do this." he notes, trapping the filter between his teeth before lighting the tip. You don't have an answer for him, knowing it's true. Jeonghan is like a work of art you can't stop admiring, even now with him covered in sweat, hair messy and smoke flowing from between his lips. You can't bring yourself to look away.

He hands you the lit joint after taking another drag, watching you copy his previous actions. "How's Soonyoung?" you frown in confusion, not expecting the question. "Uh, wouldn't you already know?" you chuckle, handing him back the cigarette.

Jeonghan hums, inhaling a long drag before speaking. "I know how he is," he scrunches his eyebrows before exhaling. "I mean between you two, obviously." he sighs, licking his lips.

You don't really know how to answer him, staying quiet for a moment. Jeonghan was really the only person who you've talked to about what happened, yet it feels awkward to speak of.

"We're good, I guess." you nod, hoping he won't see through your little white lie.

He hums, obviously not convinced. "Did you talk it out or are you two just pretending nothing happened." he did see through your lie.

"The latter." you try not to roll your eyes.

Jeonghan sighs, giving you a side eye. "One of these days it's gonna bite you in the ass. Both of you." he watches you ignore him, obviously not in the mood for this conversation right now. Jeonghan sighs again, making you snap your head towards him in irritation while he puts out the joint on the ashtray next to him.

"I know you'll figure everything out eventually, y/n." he then tells you, tone gentle in contrast to his previous words. Your eyes soften from his words, body sinking deeper in the mattress below you. Jeonghan obviously doesn't know of your insecurities, but something in his words satisfies a deep-seated craving you've had for so long: to be seen.

"Thank you, Jeonghan." you say softly, looking down in embarrassment. Jeonghan smiles out of your peripheral, his hand cupping your cheek to stroke the skin with his thumb.

The touch burns into to your skin, and when you force yourself to look back up you can't refute the drive to be closer to him. Jeonghan seems to think the same, giving you a look before closing in on you until he kisses you gently, the both of you giving each other gentle pecks that slowly transform into a messy french kiss.

You blame it on the weed, but soon your hand disappears under the covers to find his dick, fingers wrapping around him to slowly massage his length. Jeonghan groans against your mouth, taking his time to straddle your body. He keeps making out with you while he's positioned between your legs, hand snaking down to rub into your clit teasingly. You let out a soft moan, hand gripping him tighter so he can't help but do the same.

The strands of his hair tickle your face as he supports his weight on his elbow, body nearly pressing into yours. Jeonghan lets out soft gasps against your mouth, muffled against the skin. He feels himself coming close already, and he tries so hard not to cum so soon with your hand rubbing him so perfectly.

Once Jeonghan enters two of his fingers inside of you there seems to be a sudden unspoken competition between the two of you, thumb tauntingly pressing into your pearl to incite a loud whimper from you. You feel him smirk into the kiss, clearly amused at how easy it is for him to leave you panting and whining.

In response you stroke him faster, your fist going up and down his shaft to trigger his own moaning, which doesn't seem to be too difficult.

"Shit." he groans, digits moving and curling inside of you messily. He adds another finger, forcing you to cramp around him to try to match his climax nearing soon. Jeonghan goes even faster, your lips resting against another, too busy focusing on making each other orgasm.

Jeonghan's breath is ragged, face soon pushing into the crook of your neck to compose himself. His teeth softly bite into your skin, and he whines against you before you finally feel his hot cum making a mess on the inside of your thighs. His fingers reach deep inside of you, and with the feeling of his release burning into your skin you cum around his fingers soon after, hips bucking into his touch.

His body finds itself next to yours again, the both of you catching your breath before Jeonghan wipes your thighs clean with a tissue. Tired and spent you meet Jeonghan’s gaze, a hint of vulnerability creeping into you realizing how intimate the moment you just had with him was.

You don’t know what to say, trying to make sense of all the feelings you’re suddenly feeling. A part of you secretly hopes he’ll ask for you to stay, to want to spend time with you just like you want to.

Jeonghan clears his throat before getting up, picking up his underwear and dressing himself. “You should go.” he urges, looking over his shoulder at the door. His hair moves gracefully when he turns back to look at you, a serious look on his face. Your stomach tightens for a moment, and after a pause you nod, quietly starting to dress yourself.

“You can shower first if you want?” he cocks up his eyebrow, watching you somewhat quickly pull your top over your head.

“I’m already late for something actually,” you lie, grabbing the key of your bike after fixing your hair for a moment. You give Jeonghan a quick wave before leaving, and once you’re finally on your way home the sudden dejected feeling has you biting back tears when you realize what’s going on: you’re in love with Jeonghan.

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