Shows On 3.. 2.. 1..

— Shows on 3.. 2.. 1..

Synopsis : Thirteen dicks in front of you, all standing tall with varying girth and size. Not a matter of when and where, but rather a matter of how.

Warnings : Svt x Idol!fem reader, unprotected sex, double penetration, triple penetration, lots of cum, anal, buttplug, breastplay, implied free use reader, creampie, cum eating, oral (fem receiving), pwp

#Part One — #Part Two — #Part Three

Seokmin gets up on his feet first before anyone and immediately stands in front of you. He touches your cheek with the back of his hand before using his fingers to open your mouth, pressing his thumb at the top of your tongue soaking it in the left over cum of his peers.

Joshua follows him almost immediately after, situating himself behind you, caressing your ass sigh his hands. "Not a single handprint in sight.. we might have to change that." He mutters before giving your cheeks a slap causing you to slightly jolt forward.

"Sit up princess, it'll feel better like this," Soonyoung says rather softly as he slowly lifts your body up on a sitting position, as you lean your body backwards on Joshua. You looked like a total wreck. Make-up running all over your face, body glistening with sweat and cum, dress all wrinkled and messy. A big difference from what you had looked like earlier on stage, all prim and proper, clean and dainty, everything set in place.

You feel Joshua slip his hands underneath your top, grabbing a handful of your left boob before taking it out and letting it hang off from your top. Doing the same go the other while Hoshi licks all over your left tit, sucking and biting your areola. Seokmin, on the other hand, had a different vision as he takes his hard dick in hand, rubbing the tip all over your right tit spreading his pre-cum.

Sighing with satisfaction, he leans down and takes your right boob in his mouth, licking it clean off your pre-cum. The blonde beside him groans as he pulls away, doing the same to your left before diving back in, moaning in delight. Soonyoung slides his hands down across your stomach before drawing circles on your pussy.

You moan as you threw your head back resting it on the eldest shoulders, chest heaving heavy, hips rocking back and forth on Soonyoungs hands.

You can feel Joshua's dick press hard against you, teasing the the rim of your ass, hole plugged with a silver buttplug embossed with a big ruby heart— a gift brought to you by yours truly. He slapped your cheeks again, much more harder this time making you really feel the toy up in your ass causing you to whimper.

"Please.." You whisper, finally talking after an hour of being silent. "Please what baby?" The man behind you whispered back, pushing the plug deeper than it already is. "Please Daddy.. I need you.." You spoke softly, half an octave louder this time.

"Do you think she deserves it?" Soonyoung, finally de-attatching himself from your tit, now rubbing the tips of it. "I don't know.. has she been good?" Jeonghan said rather brazen, asking the spent up members scattered among the couch legs in a manspread, some dicks were soft, while some were still half hard, looking for another release.

They all hum in agreement, and with that, Joshua slowly took off your plug revealing more cum to drip out of you. Blotches of semen combining the sperm of 95z when they had their "pre-game" before going on stage came running down your ass, down to your cunt.

Not wasting a second longer, Joshua slowly started to push into you making you gasp and moan at the intrusion. Seokmin finally pulls away giving Soonyoung space to situate himself in front of you lifting your thighs to sit both on his and Joshua's leg. He waited before the elder and you were comfortable with each other before grabbing his own length in his hands and gliding it across your pussy.

Toying with you for a while, preparing you for what's about to come, before slowly pushing in your pussy. Joshua holds your hand behind your back keeping you in place as you make loud noises while Seokmin makes his way in you. It wasn't your first time taking both of them at the same time, but somehow, it never gets easier.

"Good job baby.. taking it like a good girl. Our pretty little cock sleeve," Seokmin coos as he cups your face in one of his hands. "Ready for one more?" He follows, a smirk well displayed on his face. Your eyes widen at this as he positions himself behind you, beside Joshua.

"She's more than ready, had the plug on for the whole duration of her performance, 'm sure she'll be fine." The elder says caressing your waist sliding down to the curve of your ass. The youngest scoffs at this before holding his dick and slowly starting to push in you.

You moan loudly, throwing your head back again, grinding back and forth– which only made you moan louder as Soonyoungs dick just goes deeper inside of you hitting your sweet spot. You hold on to the man in front of you as Seokmin makes his way behind you.

A few grunts, pushes, and pulls later, you had 2 dicks up your ass, and one sitting politely in your cunt. Barely giving you time to adjust, the two slowly starts to move back and forth, earlier cum now used as lube as they take advantage of it with their thrusts.

Soonyoung then follows in front of you, thrusting his hips upwards. At this very moment, you serve only one purpose for them. You were only a hot hole to be fucked and dumped cum into. Providing pleasure to their penis.

Their thrusts become harder and harder, in sync with your barely made out moans. There was never a moment where you felt empty, a rhythm forming between the three, where one goes outwards, the other two goes in. They were all hitting your right spots putting you near the edge.

Nearly forgetting about the rule, you clench your stomach to stop yourself from cumming. Resulting in an abrupt orgasm from Soonyoung, spurts of cum running directly inside you, mixing in with his his dongsaengs. But he still didn't stopped, still thrusting inside of you, riding out his high.

The set behind you seemed to be in a world of their own having their own rhythm as the dancer in front loses itself inside of you having erratic movements. Joshua's hands were all over your ass, constantly slapping it now loving the way it jiggled wigh two cocks inside of it splitting your hole up open.

"I.. I'm close.. fuck.." Seokmin whispers throwing his head back as his arms wrap around your throat leaning your head backwards. Using this as his leverage to keep himself grounded as he pounds faster into you.

Joshua, on the other hand, had his mouth open taking heaving heavy breaths as he too was getting affected by the others movements due to his cock being stroked sideways. Resorting to your body, he grips on your waist, thrusts slowly starting to speed up as he too chases for his high.

With both dicks grinding on each other and pounding into you, both boys soon came inside adding go the pile cum already pumped inside of you.

Seokmin rests his head on your shoulded as he starts to slow his movements, while Joshua leaves light feather kisses on your neck. Soonyoung slowly pulls away from you, making sure to plug his fingers inside of you ensuring not that much cum seeps out before lifting your legs to his shoulders as he kneels before you.

Leaning your body backwards more to the boys behind you, he positions himself in front of your cum covered pussy, before taking his fingers out and diving right in. You cry out a string of moans as he eats you out helplessly, trashing in the arms of the two boys behind you.

You were trying so hard to keep yourself from cumming, but the boys were making it hard on you, continuously pushing you to the edge. You were extremely overstimulated now– having two cocks still up your ass while your cum filled cunt was being eaten out.

"I.. I'm c.. close.. Please! No... No more!" You beg pushing Soonyoungs face away. Tears ran profusely from your eyes. You really did felt like you were close this time. You were extremely on the edge until you felt Soonyoung pull away from you.

The dancer now had his head leaned beack, hair gripped by the general leader. "That's enough." Seungcheol says sharply, pulling him away from you. You felt movement behind you, two cocks slipped out of your ass, leaving you empty once again.

You close your eyes as you whimper and lay back. You felt a kiss on your forehead, and hands running all over your body. "Last round baby.. then you can rest. M'kay?"

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(tryna do) what lovers do || y.jh

“WE ARE JUST TRYNA DO WHAT LOVERS DO”

PAIRING || Jeonghan x Female Reader

GENRES || Fake Dating AU, College AU, Humour, Fluff, Friends To Lovers AU, Rich Kids AU

SUMMARY || When you had roped Jeonghan into your idea of being a ‘pretend’ couple, you did not expect the lie to grow this big. What was supposed to be a one day thing soon became a rather frequent occurrence. And the gravity of the situation did not really hit you until your parents were requesting an audience with your new ‘boyfriend’. Will the two of you be able to keep your act till then?

Or, in which, you keep promising yourself that this would be the last day you pretend to have feelings for Yoon Jeonghan.

SERIES MASTERLIST || teen, age

MUSIC || What Lover Do by Maroon 5 and SZA

WARNINGS || Joshua being a menace to the society, one mention of threesome as a joke (I really tried to keep it sfw but this was inevitable really sorry), drunk Jeonghan, a make out scene, probably very wrong elite party etiquettes (don’t come at me pls), a bit of swearing

WORD COUNT || 15k

A/N || As much as I was dying to write this fic, a lot of times I had to stop it because the flow was so bad. I hope it doesn’t affect the outcome so do tell me what you guys think about it! I would love to hear all of your opinions about it! Also for better understanding, Jeonghan’ suit was the one he wore for Don’t Lie Series Pt.2!

TAGLIST || @fragmentof-indifference @millielovescheol @jkbabiey @kokoiinuts @alyssng​ @cecedrake2217 @dr3aluv5 @romeosbreastmilk @y00nzin0      [thank you for being interested! if you wanted to be added to the series taglist or my general taglist, send me an ask!]

“Oh my god, why am I even here?” You sobbed to yourself, as you frantically turned the pages of the thick textbook, searching desperately for anything that could help you in your project. Despite being in the library for the past four hours, you had managed to write only two pages of your five page essay. You cursed yourself mentally for picking such a difficult topic in an attempt to be different from others.

“To get your degree and a job that will secure your future?” Seungkwan replied, as though he hadn’t been complaining about his own work a minute ago.

“Thanks. I wasn’t really sure before why I applied for college but now I definitely am.” You muttered, squeezing your eyes shut as you closed your laptop. As the semester was approaching the end, all the project deadlines had clogged up your calendar and you were pathetically struggling to finish everything on time. 

“You did not ask yourself this question when you were at the party yesterday.” He reminded you, causing you to open your eyes and glare at him. 

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18+ / mdi

summary: keeping appearances as an idol was already hard enough, but it becomes even worse upon finding a forlorn jeonghan with need of assistance with the company's faulty security system, instantly becoming endeared with the idol who refused to take no for an answer — not that you'd ever want him to.

content: idol!jeonghan x hybeidol!reader, f2l, meet-cute, very unrealistic schedules for idols lol, jeonghan is a menace, a lot of will they wont they, reader plays hard to get, afab reader, small age gap implied, one mention of the word oppa as a honorific (sorry</3), reader is mentioned to be international (no specific race, just not born in korea), smut, dry humping, penetrative sex, etc.

wc: 11.7k

a/n: this fic is based on this scenario, except i decided to expand on it and make it into a full fic!!

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"Hey, is that Yoon Jeonghan from Seventeen?", asked Minji as she patted your shoulder, finger pointing towards your right.

"Who?", you wondered, attempting to make sense of the distressed man standing in front of the main artist elevators in the building, "Oh, yeah, I think that's him," you said once you spotted his face, deeming it impossible to not recognize a face such as his.

"Why is he just standing there?", she wondered, holding onto your arm in the affectionate manner she usually did, "Do you think it's that elevator thing again?" she faced you to ask.

"What elevator thing?"

"Apparently he went on a variety show and complained about the company's security system. It was a whole controversy, but I guess the facial recognition doesn't work for him for some reason," she informed you before chuckling at the sight of Jeonghan sighing in defeat at yet another failed attempt at utilizing the aforementioned system, "I thought it was a bit, but I guess he was for real."

"Huh," you hummed, having been unaware of the issue. The system worked just fine for you and all your members, so you never had any motive to question it. Your senior, however, had clear issues with the system. Within the two minutes you had noticed his presence, he had already attempted the facial recognition three times, getting rejected every single one of them.

"You should help him," your groupmate suggested, "I would, but my manager will be here soon for my shoot. You only have rehearsals today, right? You're heading that way anyway."

"What? No!" you declined, "I always get anxious around our seniors. I've never even met him," you added, far too shy to even face the pretty boy during his predicament.

Disconnecting from you, she grabbed onto your shoulders, scolding you, "Dude, just go help him! This is how you make connections. You give him a hand and then he gives you one back," she said, physically turning you around so you could face his direction, hands still on your shoulders, "Go! My ride's probably already here anyways. Good luck," she encouraged as she pushed you forward, making you absentmindedly begin walking towards the boy.

Taking a breath, you began to walk towards the boy who seemed to grow more and more frustrated at the faulty security system. The closer you got, the more you could hear his whines in complaint. It appeared that he had taken up a phone call during the time you'd been talking to your friend, frustratedly arguing with whoever was on the other line.

"Seokminnie, c'mon! Just come down! I'll buy you soju after practice," he whined, groaning at whatever response his groupmate had given him in return, "My manager already left ... Yeah .... No! Stop! Just come down! I'm your senior and- Wait! Don't hang up!", he groaned at last upon hearing the classic sound of a disconnected line invade his ears.

It was only then that he seemed to notice your presence, widening his eyes momentarily before offering you a brief bow to acknowledge your presence. Moving aside, he gave you enough space to stand in front of the elevator, quietly awaiting for you to utilize the security system, likely assuming you had not heard his prior predicament. He gestured for you to move forward, acting as if he were being a gentleman in allowing you to go first.

You approached the small facial recognition screen, about to scan your face before turning to him, finding the boy staring at you expectantly, "You need me in order to use the elevator, don't you?", you asked him, amused.

"Huh?", he gaped at you, tsk'ing afterward and making an odd 'Eyyy' sound, "I'm just being a gentleman. Go ahead," he gave you a tight yet amused smile.

You chuckled in return, "Liar," you were surprised at how easy it was to be informal with him, but he was immediately likable, "Ask me to help you and maybe I might," you added, giving him a satisfied smile.

"You know, I'm pretty sure I'm your senior — Whatever happened to respect?", he joked, tsk'ing at you once more. He proceeded to walk towards you, pushing his face onto the scanner and ignoring your presence altogether, "I'll do it, see," he practically challenged, attempting the scanner once more.

Unsurprisingly, he was met with a red X and a beeping sound that indicated yet another failure to be recognized by the system. This caused him to stand there in silence for a few seconds before whining 'Yah!' and cursing out the security system.

Clearing his throat, he straightened up again, facing you once more, "Sorry about that. Your turn," he gestured to you to move forward again, stepping out of your way.

Both amused and surprised, you decided to finally utilize the scanner on yourself, smiling at him with a satisfied look when it immediately allowed you in. Turning to him, you nodded at him to get in before you, only for him to gesture for you to go first. Something about 'ladies first.'

"You owe me one," you said once you were both in the elevator again, standing side by side as you faced the closing door.

"Nuh-uh. This was just a coincidence. You needed to head upstairs anyways," he rebutted petulantly.

"Yeah? So you don't need me to help you get to your floor, then, right?", you questioned mockingly, knowing he would also have to work the scanner in order to get the door to open to Seventeen's designated floor. There were far too many steps to get to the artists' floors, but it made sense to you by now.

Upon the realization, he groaned, letting himself throw his head back against the wall behind him as he earned a giggle from you. He frowned in your direction at your laugh, though he joined you with a chuckle just mere seconds later.

"Okay, fine. I owe you," he gave up, still leaning against the wall behind but turning his head to look at you, "What can Yoon Jeonghan do for you?"

You pretended to mull over it for a few seconds, finger on your chin as you thought it over, "I have no idea. I'll let you know," you finally responded, "Okay, so, what floor?", you asked as your finger moved to the buttons on the elevator door.

"13th," he responded, now casually leaning back against the wall.

"Oh? The second highest floor. You're an important man, aren't you?", you teased, pressing his button before moving onto your group's number 9.

"Nine?," he gaped, "Seems I'm higher on the company hierarchy than you, yet you show me no respect," he joked back.

"Shut up. I'm going out of my way for you. Senior or not, you owe me. Those are the rules of all civilized society," you argued back.

"Okay, how about," he began, pressing his hands together as if making a proposition, "I see you downstairs every morning bright and early with a fresh cup of coffee in exchange for your face — y'know, for the scanner. How's that sound?", he proposed, a pleased smile on his face at your agape mouth.

"Every morning? Do you not have any friends?", you asked as the elevator continued to move up.

"Do you see anyone here? They all get here before me. You seem pretty friendless. C'mon. Free coffee, good company. I'll even play one of your group's songs in my next Welive. See? Can't get any better than that," he continued to sell his idea as the elevator came to a stop, now at his floor but demanding yet another facial scan to even exit the elevator.

"God, the security's too much," he groaned upon noticing the prompt on the small screen inside the elevator, "C'mon!", he turned to you, "Try to tell me that's not unnecessary."

You gave up, nodding as you chuckled, though not making a move to scan your face.

"Say yes. Please," he dragged the e for an annoyingly long amount of time, grinning when you rolled your eyes but laughed, "I'll keep going. Just agree. What better way to spend your time than with Yoon Jeonghan?"

"What makes you think I even knew that name before today?", you challenged.

"You do. Don't lie to me, it won't work," he smirked back before going back to being annoying again, "Come on-"

"Fine! I'll meet you downstairs every morning expecting a fresh matcha in hand — I don't drink coffee. But you still owe me," you agreed, extending your hand to him to solidify the agreement.

"No coffee? Ew. But okay, deal," he returned your handshake, holding onto your hand for an annoying amount of time, pretending as if he were unaware of when to let go and waiting for you to pull his hand off yours with another eye roll. He chuckled any time he managed to get a reaction out of you, leading you to realize he must be an absolute menace to every person he comes across. Sadly, he was charmingly entertaining, leaving you with no complaints.

Finally, you scanned your face on the screen, letting him walk in front of you to head out. Before the elevator doors could close and separate again, he held his arm out to stop them, nodding towards you.

"What's your name? I like you," he said plainly, head tilted in curiosity.

"Y/N," you said, "Please don't introduce yourself again-"

"Yoon Jeonghan," he interrupted anyways, "Remember that. We'll be having fun in the near future," were his last words before removing his hand and allowing the elevator doors to separate you, likely heading over to his groupmates upon leaving your line of sight.

Silver doors closed in front of you, now leaving you to your own company. Dumbfounded yet amused by the interaction, you stood there as you waited for the elevator to arrive to your floor, robotically scanning your face on the door once you made it there and exiting the square-shaped room upon arrival. There, you stood with the remnant of a shocked smile on your face, surprised at how easy it had been to put any concept of age or seniority aside when interacting with Yoon Jeonghan. While you always had the tendency of being overly formal with your seniors, you had spoken to Jeonghan like you would any guy your age, disregarding formalities as soon as he'd spoken to you.

You didn't truly need any convincing to agree to see him again. On the contrary, had he not suggested as such, you would've remained with an itch to find a reason for a re-encounter. Like any other junior idol at a company with big names such as BTS and Seventeen, developing a slight crush on your seniors was the normalcy — your groupmates Minji and Lila had crushes on BTS' V and Seventeen's Vernon, respectively — and it appeared that you were now joining them in the list of girls with unrequited crushes.

Jeonghan was, what, maybe five or so years older than you? The age difference alone was enough for you to chalk this up to a mindless crush. That, and the kindergarten teacher voice he had put on while speaking to you — clearly he made a very obvious distinction about your age difference right off the bat.

As of now, all you could do was hope to see him again (which, thankfully, you would) and retain the fun back and forth he'd welcomed you in on. Friendzone was one thing, but junior-zone? At least you now had a story to let your members in on next dance practice.

"Hey, it's you again."

"God, announce yourself next time," you groaned, hand clutching your heart at the short-lived shock of Yoon Jeonghan suddenly bumping your shoulder whilst walking down one of the many endless hallways of the Hybe building.

"I said 'hey,'" he shrugged, continuing to walk by your side, "So, where are we going?"

"Who's 'we,'" you scoffed, "I'm going to buy lunch," you said, continuing to walk as he remained by your side.

"Great, I was thinking of getting something to eat too," he agreed, humming to himself afterwards.

"Okay, so I guess we're having lunch together, then," you hummed back, resigned to your senior's company.

"You catch on quickly, I like that," he gave you a closed-lip grin, "We're going to be seeing each other quite often, might as well start now."

Crossing the doors to the cafeteria, you headed to the lunch area to pick up something to eat, Jeonghan following right behind you and annoyingly picking out the same exact lunch as you, piece by piece. You simply looked back at him with a menacing stare, only causing a bigger grin out of him. Once you made it to the cashier area, your hand made its way to your bag with the intent to pull out your card only to be stopped by one Yoon Jeonghan who had been quicker to scan his own. You had had no plans of preventing him from buying his own meal, but you had also not expected him to pay for your own.

"Wait, you don't have to-"

"Too late," he grinned, walking past you before looking over his shoulder and nodding at you to follow him.

Heading over to a two-seater table, you followed him, taking a seat right across from him. The place was empty sans another duo of two idols eating on the opposite side of the large cafeteria, so you didn't feel too strange at the idea of being spotted with a senior idol.

Sitting across from him, you took note of how lax and confident his demeanor was. It must be nice, you thought. It was quite the opposite for you, especially considering the dynamic between you. This wad a first for you — the whole sharing a meal with a senior from one of the groups that inspired you to become an idol in the first place. You had interacted with some of your seniors before, but you had not had the chance of befriending any of them thus far, much less grab their attention in the same way you had caught Jeonghan's.

It made you feel anxious to be one-on-one with him in such an exposed setting. You knew that within the walls of Hybe, interacting with idols was not seen as odd nor would it lead to any sort of scandal, but you also worried that it might seem strange due to your gender and age difference. However, Jeonghan somehow managed to make you feel more relaxed and less proper than you likely would with any other idol.

"What are you thinking about?" he nodded at you as he sipped at his water, interrupting your thoughts.

"Nothing," you replied, beginning to pay mind to the food in front of you, "You didn't have to pay for my meal, by the way."

"You're clearly thinking about something. I can hear those thoughts cooking in there all the way from here," he chuckled, " — and I'm a gentleman and your senior, of course I had to pay," he shrugged as if it were the most obvious thing.

"Don't you have friends?", you asked bluntly, forking at your meal as he snickered at you.

"This is the second time you come after my social life, okay ... Ignoring your disrespect, I do have friends. Twelve of them, actually, maybe even more," he informs you in a 'ha, told you so!' type of tone.

Now was your turn to laugh, unable to take him too seriously, "So, does their facial recognition not work either? Are you so annoying they won't share a meal with you?," you tilted your head mockingly.

"You're better company," he shrugged at you, "Not sure how I never noticed you before, but hey, never too late, right?"

"You barely know me," you grumbled.

"Yeah, and I'm working on that. Keep up!", he chastised, tapping the table.

"You're gonna get me into a scandal for hanging out with me so shamelessly," you reminded him, but made no attempt to leave the situation.

"Who's going to see us?", he looked around, spotting the two other people (sans staff) in the room, "Hanjin from TWS? That's my junior, he'd never say a word. Plus, this is just innocent senior-junior fraternizing, don't worry too much," he tsk'd, leaning back against his seat in a relaxed manner once more.

"You're too relaxed for your own good. How have you never been in a scandal before?", you gaped at him, swatting his hand when his hand made its way to your plate, grabbing at a fry, "Are you like this with all your juniors?"

"Oh? You've been keeping up with me? How do you know im scandal-less? And nope, I already told you — I like you."

"Is it surprising to you that I'd keep up with one of the biggest groups in Kpop?," you feigned disinterest, "Okay, if you like me so much, can I drop the honorifics, then?", you tried, matching the amused grin he gave you.

"Hmm," he pondered for a moment, "I'll let you speak to me informally if you make a compromise with me," he paused, waiting for you to nod for him to continue, "I want you to call me oppa," he grinned.

His shit-eating grin reached all the way to his ears, making you scowl at him. Due to your age difference and the overall senior-junior dynamic of your relationship, it was not an ordinary request for a senior to ask you to call him oppa, thus causing his amusement at his own request. Usually, you'd call seniors like him sunbae or by their full name considering that you were nowhere close enough to him to call him oppa, but his grin told you that he'd be far too pleased to have you calling him by that honorific rather than a more formal alternative.

"No," you deadpanned, "Anything else, just-"

"Fine. Since we're officially friends now, you can call me what all my friends call me; Jeonghannie — Hannie if you're feeling particularly friendly," he continued grinning at you with a pleased look in his eye.

"Hold on, since when are we friends?", you chuckled slapping his hand away from your plate once more, "God! Was there any point in buying my meal if you're just gonna keep eating from it?", you groaned, not truly annoyed but still bugged by the man.

"You've got a short fuse," he noted, "That only makes this even more fun, you realize that, right?" he said as he chewed on what were formerly your fries.

"You're going to be trouble for me at some point, aren't you?", you wondered out loud, chuckling at how pleased he was.

"No, you are — trust me," he said almost to himself.

God damn him, was he flirting with you? Throughout the past few hours of knowing him, you'd been pretty sure he just enjoyed banter by nature, not that he was just singling you out in order to flirt with you. Maybe he was just a flirtatious person by nature? Regardless, your original statement was correct — he was going to cause you trouble one way or another.

Unfortunately to all, the rest of your day was not nearly as eventful as the first few hours (courtesy of Yoon Jeonghan). Leaving the artist designated floors did not require face-scanning, so your duties for the man ended quickly after your lunch together.

For the remainder of the day, you engaged in your diligent idol duties as you practiced and recorded with your groupmates. You'd hoped to catch another glimpse of the flirtatious boy who had caught your attention earlier, but you went home without any more contact. You would've been disheartened by this had you not known he'd be waiting for you by the elevators the following morning.

You had chosen not to tell your bandmates about your interactions with Jeonghan. Although he had been right about you being safe to interact with each other inside the walls of Hybe, you were only on your first year after debut, so the paranoia of insisting your first scandal was far too big to risk anything. Still, you were not about to actually deny him of more time spent together; you'd grown to enjoy his company too much for that.

In your seemingly endless train of thought, you're startled by the sudden presence next to you as you stand by the Hybe elevators. You'd arrived at the same time you had yesterday, assuming Jeonghan would also be present as he was the day prior. After waiting for ten minutes, you were rewarded with another mini heart attack caused by him.

"You're kinda skittish, aren't you?", he laughed, hand giving you a pat on the shoulder as a form of greeting, "Waited for me long?"

"Nope," you responded, turning to look at him, finding him holding two cups on a single, strangely large hand, "Is that my matcha?", you asked, hand reaching out to grab it from him only to be met with resistance from the boy.

"Aht aht," he chastised, "No 'good morning'? No 'you look really handsome today, oppa'? Where did your manners go?", he bit his lip in amusement at himself (and likely at the scowl that formed on your face).

"Yoon Jeonghan, if you don't give me that damn drink I'm leaving you stranded down here," you threatened, snatching the drink from his hand and sipping it with annoyance.

"You wouldn't," he mocked, "Anyways, go on," he gestured for you to step forward in order to scan your face, raising his eyebrows when you didn't make a move to help, "I can get even more annoying," he threatened.

"Fine," you grumbled, scanning your face and stepping into the elevator.

Once settled inside the small box, Jeonghan stood next to you, taking micro side steps in order for his shoulder to brush against yours. When that didn't get your attention, he opted to clear his throat, chuckling at the glimpse of an eye roll he got from where he was standing. As a last effort, his shoulder bumped yours in a more notorious way, finally grabbing your annoyed attention.

"What?," you hissed.

"Okay, first of all, let's calm down. Second of all, I need your face for a little longer today," he winced at your reaction, "I know, I know, but you promised," he reminded you.

"I never promised anything," you scowled, although interested in the idea of seeing him outside of the elevator again, "What do you want?"

"Just need to stop by to see Mingyu in floor 11 for a few minutes — Mingyu, you know him, right? All your friends are probably crushing on him, everyone is. Anyways, it'll be just five minutes and then I'll leave you alone," he went on, hand on your shoulder as he gave you those gigantic and irresistible bug eyes of his.

"What if I'm busy?", you asked, knowing you truly weren't.

"You're not. Senior or not, you would've already told me to fuck myself if I were getting in the way of your work," he said with confidence.

"Fine," you sighed as you dragged out the e, pressing the correct button in order to take Jeonghan to his destination. The elevator ride was short but taken up by Jeonghan making short quips in order to make you laugh. Unfortunately, he was too naturally charismatic for his own good.

Finally stopping at the correct floor, Jeonghan got off the elevator while you remained inside, thinking that maybe it was a good idea to just wait for him in there. This wasn't a common hour for other idols to head in or out of the building anyway, so the elevators would likely remain unused while you waited.

Jeonghan had a different idea, however, standing at the entrance of the elevator as he looked back at you expectantly, nodding his head for you to follow him. When you silently shook your head at him, he groaned annoyingly, reaching to grab onto your hand and pull you to him.

"If you wanted me to hold your hand so badly you could've just said so," he mocked, squeezing it as he pulled you to him. You attempted to let go of his hand, but his grip was too harsh. It's not that you didn't want to hold it, but more like you were too nervous to do so, which he likely caught on to but didn't care for.

"What, scared someone will see us?", he snickered, "Would it be that terrible to be spotted holding hands with me? I'd be the best dating scandal of your life," he giggled, voice growing louder when you laughed along with him, "Oh! A smile? So you do like me, huh?"

"God, are you this flirty with everyone?", you groaned, squeezing his hand extra hard until he winced, giggling at your attempt to harm him.

"You're just fun to rile up," he confessed, leading you to a door you'd never seen before, "This is a shared studio a few Seventeen members use. Ever met any of them?", he asked as he stopped in front of the door, still not letting go of your hand.

"Am I meeting them now?", your eyes widened, "We did a dance challenge with Seungkwan and Vernon, but that's it," you revealed, using the correct honorifics for both that you did not use for Jeonghan.

"So formal. Cute," he snickered, "Well, you're about to meet a few more. Don't be nervous," he started, "If you're able to keep up with me, they'll like you. You're hard not to like," he smiled in a comforting way, not snickering at you for the first time ever.

Before you could respond, the door opened from the other side, revealing who you knew to be Boo Seungkwan of Seventeen with an annoyed scowl on his face, only dropping it upon seeing you.

"Yah! Yoon Jeongha- Oh, hi!", he interrupted himself halfway through his nagging as soon as he saw you, eyes going from Jeonghan's to yours to your interlocked hands, causing his head to tilt in curiosity, "We've met, right?," he bowed, uttering your name and offering you a smile, "Are you holding her hostage?", he asked towards Jeonghan, noting his tight grip on your hand.

"This is my new friend," Jeonghan introduced you despite Seungkwan having already said your name, gesturing towards your interlocked hands, "She's helping me out lately."

Without further explanation, Seungkwan moved aside in order to let the two of you in. Throughout it all, Jeonghan refused to let go of your hand, toying with your fingers at times. Inside were three more members who you could recognize to be Kim Mingyu, Jeon Wonwoo and Lee Jihoon. As a fresh junior in the company, the name of every single senior was common knowledge to you. Not only was Seventeen a huge name in the industry, but they were one of the biggest names within the company itself. You'd also spotted their loud interactions throughout the building a few times in the past.

— This was one of the reasons as to why your heart began going a mile a minute the moment you walked in to the room to find the three men (along with Jeonghan and Seungkwan) staring at you with a curious look in their eye.

Bowing at every member, you meep'd out a quick 'hello' and stalked behind Jeonghan, who only chuckled at your shy demeanor, "Don't be shy. They don't bite," he squeezed your hand.

"Uh, Jeonghan? Do you have a hostage?", asked Wonwoo, reaching out to you to shake your free hand in introduction, "Hi, I'm Wonwoo. Sorry about him," he gestured towards Jeonghan with a chuckle.

"Your emotional support toys weren't enough? Upgraded to a human now?", Mingyu joined in, also offering you a handshake, "I saw your group's last comeback. Great job," he praised, offering you a genuine smile.

Jihoon remained silent as he sat with his eyes glued to his equipment, simply humming and nodding along to every statement leaving their lips. He seemed slightly disinterested, but not rude about it. Jihoon appeared more so amused by Jeonghan's shenanigans, not questioning your presence whilst remaining welcoming of it.

"I'm just here to record my part. Jihoon's been nagging me for a week," he whined, moving to drop himself on the couch and pulling you along with him by the hand. Your interlocked hands began to become clammy, but Jeonghan made no move nor mention to fix that, so you simply ignored it too.

"You're mean," said Wonwoo, "Be mindful of your junior, she looks nervous," he scolded lightheartedly, "You okay? Want a water or something? Did he just steal you or is there a story behind this?", he nodded towards your hands, voice soothing your nerves.

They were all overly likable, which made sense considering their decade-long career as idols. Their fan service must be amazing, you thought to yourself.

Before you could respond, Jeonghan interrupted, "I'm borrowing her face for the scanner in the artists' elevator," he explained, "It's an exchange of goods and services, no hostages here," he nodded to himself, "And we're new best friends, clearly," he grinned as he gestured to your hands, squeezing once again.

Seungkwan chuckled, "There'd be no need for that if you just rode with me in the mornings," he rolled his eyes, taking a seat to the other side of you on the couch.

"You get up at four in the morning, I'm not insane," whined Jeonghan, "and this way I get to hang out with my new friend. Win-win."

You gave a tight-lipped smile in response, rolling your eyes at him and earning a chuckle from the other boys in the room.

"You're going to have to let go of her hand to go into the recording room," Jihoon spoke up, turning around on his chair to look at Jeonghan on the couch and chuckling lowly when his reaction was an exaggerated groan.

"I take what I said back; you are a hostage. Don't leave, I'll be right back," he turned to you before heading over to the small recording room located inside the studio.

Laughing, you nodded, settling comfortably on the couch as you watched him from your spot. The other two men who remained standing made their way to the couch sitting near you as Wonwoo handed you a cold water bottle with a smile. Meanwhile, you watched Jeonghan head into the room, making his way to the mic and putting on the large headphones hanging nearby.

With a few coughs to clear his throat, he began harmonizing with the melody Jihoon turned on as soon as he stepped foot in the small room. Jeonghan's voice immediately flowed perfectly with the music, following Jihoon's directions to perfection as he recorded the lines instructed to him. You were completely distracted by the sight of him in his element that you were unable to pay attention to your surroundings. There were no nerves in you at your current predicament when you were so absorbed by him.

But as soon as he started singing, he finished, letting out another loud cough before exiting the room and making his way to your side again, practically demanding your hand once more.

"They were right," he nodded once you gave him your hand, looking down at you from your seat on the couch, "You're my new emotional support object, sorry," he shrugged, helping you up by pulling at your hand.

With goodbyes as quick as your introduction had been, Jeonghan led you to the door before being interrupted by Jihoon speaking up, "Bring her around more often. You were way more efficient and less annoying this time," he hummed to himself, laughing when Seungkwan began to laugh at his statement. Before you could leave, Seungkwan offered you a hug, though your hand remained on Jeonghan's.

Once in the hallway, Jeonghan turned to you and laughed, "They like you," he sing-sang, "Guess I get to keep you around."

"Is it up to me at all?", you huffed half-heartedly.

"Nope. Let's go," he grinned once more, pulling another laugh from you.

Jeonghan's shenanigans and your daily meetings every morning continued very consistently. It was rare when you'd show up at the elevators at the exact same agreed time and not find him there waiting for you with a drink in hand.

Your interactions only grew more and more friendly with time, with you rolling your eyes at him time and time again and him insisting on dragging you with him for other errands every so often. Fortunately, the news of you two being on friendly terms did not seem to go past a few other idols in the building. Strangely enough, it was rare to actually bump into other artists in the vast space that Hybe covered.

Only a few weeks into knowing Jeonghan and the annual Hybe Game Caterers event came up. This was something he brought up occasionally whilst sharing an elevator ride with you — and even through text every so often, as he had charmed you for your phone number just a few days in.

Being Hybe's newest group, you couldn't help the nerves you felt in appearing at Hybe's second ever Game Caterers event. With big names such as Seventeen, BTS, TXT and such, you felt completely out of your league even being present. You knew it was an amazing opportunity to get new audiences interested in your group, but you barely knew any other groups or idols on a personal level. It wasn't as if you could stalk behind Jeonghan during the event, which meant you'd simply have to rely on your own charm in order to gain some screen time.

Jeonghan, in the meantime, insisted you team up with him in any games that may allow for it. Despite your insistence that he pretend not to know you during the event, he'd cackle and promise he'd make sure to gift you some of his own screen time — how? he didn't explain, which made you even more anxious at the idea.

Once the day of the games came, you felt far more relaxed. This was your first time seeing such popular faces so up close, not having had the chance to attend any comeback shows nor award shows at the same time as the bigger names in Kpop. However, despite all nerves you could've felt, they were all far too charismatic, making you realize that Jeonghan's personality was simply an outlier; he had his own charm, but overall he was a menace to your sanity.

He continued to prove this to you throughout the event, constantly keeping his eyes on you and winking any time it was his turn to do something that might entertain you. Unfortunately for yourself, it worked every time, making you cackle at all his dumb acts for your attention.

That was not where he stopped, however. It seemed as if Jeonghan wanted people to know he was seeking out reactions from you. Occasionally, he'd walk over to your group's table, sitting with you all too casually, earning some nervous giggles from your group mates. He played this out by dragging Seungkwan with him and hitting a few other tables afterward. However, you knew his goal had been to be in close proximity with you.

The worst of all had been when teams were assigned randomly, in which Jeonghan had somehow managed to cheat in order to be placed in your team. You were unsure how exactly he had managed to do this, but from your understanding it seemed like his groupmate, Joshua, had gotten assigned to your team, only to be nagged into giving away his spot to Jeonghan.

And so now you stood in a single file line with a red vest laying on your chest, matching with that of Yoon Jeonghan's, who was standing right behind you with a pleased smile on his face.

"Jeonghan," you groaned, turning around to finally acknowledge his presence.

"What?", he feigned dumb, doing his classic cackle at your annoyed expression.

"You really want to ruin my career, don't you?", you scowled, squinting your eyes over the heavy sun shining from behind Jeonghan.

Detecting your discomfort from the sun, Jeonghan grabbed onto your shoulders, side stepping the two of you until it hit his face rather than yours. No word is uttered about his act of kindness as he continued to grin at you in a satisfied manner.

"I'm helping you, c'mon," he tsk'd, "Ever watched Going Seventeen? Well— Okay, don't make that face, I know you've seen it, all of Korea has seen it. I can win you any game and get you all the screen time possible," he held his pinky up to you, nudging you until you budged and intertwined yours with his own, "Then you'll be, uh, what are you, fourth gen?," he waited for your reluctant nod, "Okay, you'll be fourth gen's It Girl," his hand went up to ruffle your hair, earning something akin to a growl from you, "We'll be the inter-generational It Couple."

"Couple?," you tilted your head in wonder, "You're an idiot," you murmured, having a hard time hiding your smile at his masterplan.

"It was bound to happen. This whole 'will they won't they' thing we have going on is too good to pass up on," he continued, "C'mon, let's use today as a test-run," he insisted, earning another annoyed reaction from you, this time in the form of a half-hearted fist bump. With one last 'Eyyy' from him, he turned back around to pay attention to the rules of the following game.

Various games came and went, with some being in co-ed groups and others within your already-established groups, but with all of them (without fail) involving some sort of interaction between you and Jeonghan. Continuously aware of the cameras recording, you worried about how your constant interactions would be taken by audiences once the show was edited and posted, but his easy-going disposition made it difficult for you to actually do anything about it.

By the time the recording was over, Jeonghan had made it clear to all his members and yours (and anyone who was paying attention, really) that he had some sort of interest in you. No words nor statements had been needed as his actions made his intentions extremely obvious. You'd received a few teasing glances from his group mates at times (though you were sure they were probably meant for the man in question), making you shy away from Jeonghan, but he never strayed away for too long.

The aftermath of the show was different for everyone involved. Some groups left for other schedules while others went out for a meal with a few staff members. Then there was Jeonghan, who had decided to skip out on a meal with his friends and staff in order to stalk after you and your own group, not saying a word as he followed you to the entrance of Hybe, disregarding any teasing giggles coming from your groupmates. You'd occasionally look back at him, rolling your eyes at him as you held back an entertained smile.

Even as you got into the elevator, he silently followed with a pleased smile, still not speaking a word to justify his presence. It wasn't until your groupmates got off the elevator that Jeonghan actively tried to catch your attention by physically holding you back from exiting the elevator, waving your friends goodbye for you as the doors closed behind them.

With his arms wrapped around your middle, he practically bear-hugged you in order to keep you from leaving, laughing when you half-heartedly attempted to make it out of his hold in order to escape.

"You don't really wanna leave, stop fighting it," he whined, letting you go when you finally halted your attempts, groaning jokingly at his victory.

"Why'd you kidnap me this time?", you asked once you turned around to face him.

He shrugged, "I dunno. Company? Take us to my floor. I have some ramen and beer stashed away in the dressing room," he coerced, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

"You're bribing me with food again," you noted, crossing your arms as you pretended to mull it over.

"Well, it appears like that's the only way to get you to hang out with me," he booped your nose, giggling when you scowled at him.

"You have that hard of a time getting girls to give you attention?"

"Hah," he exclaimed, "Girls love me. Not my fault the one I'm into needs to be coerced into spending time with me," he said as the most casual statement uttered by man.

He appeared entirely unaffected by his statement, as if this was not news to you. His flirting had gotten more and more blatant throughout the short time you'd known him, but he had never professed his affections so blatantly. It made sense for him to be so forward now that he had shown everyone his clear interest in you, but having the words said to your face still made you lose your breath for a short moment.

"Ah, speechless, huh?", he grinned, "You can't tell me this comes as a surprise to you," he tilted his head to the side in curiosity, "You're a smart girl, c'mon," he took a few short steps to you, hand coming to push your hair out of your face as you continued to stare at him with a semi-shocked look in your face.

Still inside a closed, yet unmoving elevator, you smacked his hand away in a friendly yet bratty matter, making him chuckle, "Stop, you're gonna get me in trouble," you complained.

Stepping even closer to you, he backed you against a wall, the grin on his face never leaving him. Meanwhile, your brain was overriding itself in figuring out how to react. You let him back you against the wall whilst his hands remained to his sides, not actually caging you and allowing you escape if you really wished for it. Leaning down a bit, he stood face to face with you, once again pushing your hair out of your face before running a lone finger down your cheek as he pouted down at you, cooing in a way some may read as condescending, but actually loving coming from someone like Jeonghan.

"You know that if you actually tell me to fuck off, I will, right?" he muttered, eyes fluttering for the first time ever. His eye contact was usually unmatched, but this time his eyes seemed to begin getting hooded; likely due to the proximity of your faces.

"Yes," you nodded quietly, breath caught in your throat.

"And you know if you stop me right now, I won't go through with this, right?", he followed up, face somehow even closer.

"Uh-huh," you nodded again, eyes matching his own hooded ones.

Nodding to himself, he grinned for a split second before closing the gap, soft and slow in his movements as he pressed his lips to your awaiting ones. The kiss was a mere peck at first, lacking any fluidity or movement. It took your reciprocation for it to become something more, as Jeonghan waited for your arms to make their way to his flat chest before he finally put his hands on you, wrapping them around your waist and pulling you to him.

Finally, his lips moved, opening and wrapping around yours, tongue entering your mouth and coaxing yours to play with his own. Soft yet high sighs left his lips as he hummed into your mouth, kissing you in a way far too sensual for an elevator located in your shared workplace.

A large hand went up to your cheek, holding it delicately as he tilted your face upwards in order to gain optimal access to your mouth. Similarly, your hands traveled north, finding their way to his long hair and pulling at it every time he did something particularly enticing with his tongue. Without your hands on his chest, the empty space between you was reduced when he pulled you closer in order to press your chests together, sighing when he felt your hardened nipples through your lack of bra.

Before it could go too far, however, the menace of a man decided to pull away, chuckling when you followed his lips, still in the daze he'd put you in.

"You didn't push me away," he whispered with a breathy laugh, thumb playing with your bottom lip up until you childishly nibbled at it, getting a 'Yah!' from him and another laugh.

"Count your blessings, I still could," you challenged, knowing you did not mean it at all.

"Are you sure?", he leaned close once more, "So you don't want me to do this again?" he murmured as he lightly pressed his lips to yours again, immediately putting you in another daze.

He pulled away even quicker this time around, laughing at the defeated look on your face at your lack of ability to staying true to your word when it concerned him.

"That's what I thought," chuckled Jeonghan, finally putting some decent space between you, "So, ramen and beer?", he asked, holding his hand up as an offer for you to hold it, humming with a smile when you grabbed it and intertwined your fingers.

"Ramen and beer," you agreed, unable to hold back a smile as you stood side by side once again.

"Ever gonna let me take you on a date outside of this place?", asked Jeonghan a few days after that day in the elevator.

No more kissing had occurred between the two of you, though hand holding remained pretty present in your relationship — though that was a strong word to use. His flirting continued to get worse, and so did the attention he gave you around staff and other idols, but he had not kissed you again nor had he done anything you'd expect from someone who had been quite adamant about his intentions with you.

You hadn't questioned it, simply enjoying it when he did things slightly out of your comfort zone in order to demonstrate his interest. Could you be blamed? It was The Yoon Jeonghan who was after you, after all.

But a few days had been more than enough to drive you up a wall.

Spending almost every day in that elevator with him, at such close proximity, — pondering about when the next kiss would be — was driving you insane. It was obvious to you by now that he wanted you to make the first move when it came to that area of your relationship. As far as he was concerned, he'd simply continue to buy you meals and take up your time (and mind) as much as possible.

This was why you completely ignored his initial question and rebutted with your own.

"Date? When are you going to explain that kiss?," you practically defied him, staring him down as he gave you one of his usual satisfied smiles.

"Explain it? I wanted to kiss you, so I did," he shrugged, popping a grape into his mouth before mouth-feeding you one, "If you want more of that, you're going to have to let me take you on a date."

"Jeonghan," you began, "You know we can't do anything outside these walls. If we get spotted, we're fucked," you stated the obvious.

"C'mon, just let me make you dinner in my apartment. I'll even kick Seungkwan out so we can have some privacy," he smirked, hand reaching out to yours in order to try and entice you further.

"Are you propositioning yourself to me?", you smiled at him, mouth open and tongue touching the roof of your mouth in amusement.

"Good, you're catching on," he smirked to himself, taking a short pause to cough as a way to clear his throat, shaking his head and trying again, "I meant as a date. I'm not that crude."

You sighed again, "Fine," you began, rolling your eyes at the way his face suddenly lit up, "but you have to actually make me dinner. If I show up and there's no candlelit dinner on your table, I'm leaving," you threatened jokingly, unable to picture Jeonghan hosting a date so fancy. He pegged you more as the casual date type of guy.

"Candlelit? I can work with that. Wear something pretty for me then," he added as a condition, poking you with his chopstick to emphasize his point, "If I'm making a fancy dinner, then we need to look the part.

"Okay, then wear something other than sweats. I swear I've never seen you wear anything that's not three times your size," you pointed out his usual fashion style, even referring to this moment in which he was wearing an oversized shirt and oversized sweats to match.

"I'll dress up for you, baby, no need to beg," his lips drew up into a smirk that seemed to never leave his lips for too long, putting down his chopsticks in favor of offering you his pinky, "I'll have my driver take us tomorrow after you're done at the company," he said as you linked fingers, pressing his thumb against your own.

"You better not ruin my career, Yoon Jeonghan," left your mouth, though with mere entertainment in your tone.

~

"God, you took it really seriously, didn't you?" you gaped at the dapper Yoon Jeonghan standing in front of you, holding the door open as he reached for your hand in order to let you in.

At the end of the day, your plan had changed a bit, deciding that Jeonghan needed some extra time to get the meal and himself ready for you, and that he wanted you to have time to 'doll yourself up for him' (his words, not yours). And so you went home the following day, took an embarrassing three hours to dress up as pretty as you could — as that strange feminine urge to groom yourself to perfection took over — and had your driver drop you off at the luxury apartment you knew Jeonghan and Seungkwan shared at around 8pm.

The first thing that welcomed you into his home was Jeonghan himself, except he looked very different. You had seen pictures and videos of him dressed to the nines for music videos, awards shows, you name it, but you had never seen the man so insanely put together in the flesh until this moment. Yoon Jeonghan was always a sight to behold, no matter if he was makeup-less and donning a messing man-bun, but the sight in front of you left your mouth agape. He had decided to go for a three-piece suit (too fancy for your taste, but that was likely his intent), chuckling when you rolled your eyes at the bowtie. His makeup was done and his hair beautifully styled. The jury was out on who had out-dressed the other (though it was likely it was Jeonghan).

"Okay, so no bowtie?", he giggled as he closed the door behind you, ripping it off with an ease that was only achievable due to the fact that it was apparently a clip-in and not a real bowtie. As per usual, this caused you to laugh, achieving the goal of its presence.

His hand made its way to your lower back, leading you further into his house as he walked you. It took him an appalling thirty seconds to move closer to you and whisper in your ear how beautiful you looked, granting you a moment of full sincerity with zero banter behind it.

You'd chosen to don a red slip dress, with a red lip and winged eyeliner to match. It wasn't too elegant of a look, but it was perfect for either a candlelit dinner or a night clubbing; you went for versatility, unsure of Jeonghan's unpredictable behavior.

Before you could thank him or blush at his comment, you'd completed the short distance to his dining room that had been just one room away from the entrance. The sight made any other reaction from his compliment leave you, distracting you completely.

It wasn't too elegant nor abnormal for a candlelit dinner, but it still surprised you that Jeonghan had actually followed along with what you'd meant as simple banter — he had actually cooked you and amazing-smelling dinner and lit a few candles throughout the room.

"Dude, this is too much," you gaped, turning back to him, only to be trapped by his arms wrapping around your waist. There was a pleased smile on his face at your astonished reaction.

"You challenged me," he said, eyes squinting at you, "You know better than to challenge me," it was said in a serious tone, though fully in jest, "Can I tell you that you look beautiful again, or would that be cheesy?"

"You can say it as many times as you want," you gave into him, wrapping your hands behind his neck, pulling him a little lower in your direction. He accepted this with no complaint, intertwining his own hands around the small of your back.

"God, stop looking at me like that," he groaned at the smile you were giving him as you looked up at him, his hands continuing to run up and down the small of your back, clearly picking it as a favorite part of your body at the moment.

"Why? What are you gonna do about it?", you challenged him.

"It might've taken me two hours and one extinguisher to cook that dinner, but I'd be willing to let it go to waste," he warned, front teeth digging into the plush of his bottom lip as he stared you down with defiance in his eyes.

You pouted petulantly at him, giving in to his banter for the nth time, "Oh, so you really were propositioning yourself to me the other day, huh?", you cocked your head to the side, raising your brows in challenging manner, "I thought this was meant to be a date and nothing more?"

His hands tightened around you, pulling you close enough for your chests to rub together, huffing out an annoyed breath, "Believe it or not, I don't have enough ingenious in me to keep this conversation going forever. Are you going to let me kiss you or are you going to force us through a subpar dinner I burnt three separate times?", he whined, chuckling halfway through when you giggled at his statement.

"I'm not stopping you," you murmured, leaning up and rubbing your nose against his own as if to dare him to take action.

Never a man to back away from a challenge, Jeonghan's speech ended there, closing the gap between you as his lips landed on your own with a mixture of sensuality and roughness. Loyal to their fidgeting habits, his hands remained on your hips, fingers squeezing the plush there every so often as you let out tiny breaths into his mouth.

It was embarrassing to count the times you'd thought about kissing him ever since that first time, having it invade your mind more often than not in the short period of time between then and now. The soft sounds he'd made into your mouth and the touches of his hands had been imprinted in you, making you silently and pathetically yearn for more as he continued his usual flirtations. Finally arriving at a point where he finally had you completely alone and with no distance imaginable, you let yourself go into the kiss, hoping it would go further than last time. The circumstances were more than agreeable this time around, anyway.

Seemingly, Jeonghan agreed with your silent pleas, slowly walking you over to the couch located somewhere in the large combination of dining room and living room inside his apartment. No words were exchanged, as they would've interrupted the consistent locking of lips, but your gasp was still registered by him when you suddenly felt yourself dip and be manhandled into lying horizontally on the couch.

Now lying down, it was easy for Jeonghan to truly invade all your senses. Still fully clothed, he laid on top of you, knees settling on both sides of your hips as to not lay his entire weight on you. The locking of lips did not seize, continuing as you pulled him closer by the collar of his shirt. The cocky man chuckled into your mouth at how insistent you seemed in kissing him, but that was the least of your worries at the moment. He had opted for close-mouthed kisses, making you groan at every silent denial for you to deepen the kiss.

"Stop being a little shit," you groaned when he refused to let your tongue enter his mouth for the nth time.

"You want me sooo bad," he grinned, kissing at your cheek as your eyes rolled once more.

"Are you going to be this annoying when you're inside me?," your head turned to the side, making you be the one to avoid his kisses this time around, but that didn't bode well for the boy.

"Yah," he whined, "It's not fun when you do it. Just let me kiss you," he slurred, repositioning himself slightly to let his hips find the height of your own, finally kissing you how you'd been wanting. He disconnected his lips momentarily just a few seconds after, pushing his hips against yours decidedly, "And, for the record, I'll be everything but annoying while I'm fucking you," he murmured as his last words.

That's when his kiss became intense and decided, exploring every inch of your mouth while his hips chased your own with a passion you did not believe Jeonghan could possess. He'd always seemed like the lazier of his members, like he'd he the type to lay back and unbuckle his pants for whoever was lucky enough to get him in bed. However, he had proved to you time and time again that he was actively interested in pursuing you — especially now as he held onto your legs, wrapping them around his waist to ensure his hardness could hit perfectly against the very thin cloth of the panties under your ridden up dress.

"Fuck, you already feel so good," he rasped, lips finding your neck, "Take this pretty dress off for me, yeah?", he nudged at the strap of your dress with his nose, kissing the bare skin he found there.

With only a nod and a whine from you, he got to business, hands reaching behind your back as you arched it to grant him access, blindly unzipping it and lowering the straps from your arms whilst still laying down. An uncharacteristically low groan left him upon discovering your lack of bra, making him look to you with a pained look in his eye before dipping down to kiss at your breasts.

Nimble fingers graced the length of your arms, creating goosebumps in their wake as they one of them reached your breast while the other squeezed at your hip intermittently. One of your breasts was trapped by his hand, the nipple tortured by his thumb while your other breast suffered through licks and nips from his mouth. Heavy sighs were breathed out against your tit m, mixed with the occasional groan as his hips continued canting onto your own. Your dress was uncomfortably bunching at your middle, but it remained in the back of your mind as Jeonghan occupied the rest of it.

It didn't take long for you to grow frustrated at the lack of nudity demonstrated by the man on top of you. Your hands mindlessly pulled at his suit jacket and began pulling it off, only getting it down to his elbows due to his lack of aid in removing it. Next was his button-up, which you fully unbuttoned as his lips came back up to your own, chuckling at your insistence. Once almost undressing him, he finally disconnected your lips, hastily throwing off his top and unbuttoning his pants. He looked down at you with heavy lids as he pulled his pants low enough to uncover his thighs and remain in nothing but his boxers. Next came your panties, which he slowly traced his the tips of his fingers, toying at your puffy cunt through the fabric long enough for you to release a few tortured whines.

"Jeonghan!", you scolded, getting a snicker from him before he actually aided you in the removal of your panties. Lifting your hips, you silently instructed him to throw off your dress the rest of the way, now fully nude under him.

The last piece of clothing separating you were his boxers, much to your despair. Your ached to reach up to a kneeling Jeonghan who continued to stand almost completely still above you, hand pressing at his cock through the cloth as he peered at you as if he wanted to swallow you whole.

"Are you going to do anything?", you complained from under him, hands attempting to reach his cock but being prevented by him, too occupied in taking you in to allow you to touch him.

"I'm enjoying the sight," he hummed, eyes taking turns between your open legs, damp breasts and desperate eyes, "God, I don't even know where to start," he groaned, sounding genuinely pained.

Pained? You could work with that. Maybe this was your turn to tease him as he always did ti you.

Sitting up as best you could whilst under him, you reached up to him, running your hands from his pelvis to his chest, fingers shyly pinching at his nipples. Your mouth found his neck, licking its way to his ear to nibble at the lobe. Within seconds Jeonghan was putty under you, with one of his hands wrapping around you to pull you closer. You kissed sensually at his ear, whispering unspeakable filth into it that had him groaning. Tilting your head to the side, you took a peak at his face. He had a satisfied yet pained look painting his pretty features. His eyebrows were furrowed and his mouth agape, hiccuping a groan at your words.

"Should've known you were filthy," he grunted, burying his face in your neck, helping you back into your lying position so he could truly bury himself in you, "It's in your eyes ... Always looked at me like you wanted me to take you right in that elevator," he added, hands coming down to messily rid himself of his boxers.

His hips were leveled with your own, almost touching your cunt but not just yet. Without thinking, you canted your hips upward, managing to get his hardness to grace at your cunt just perfectly. This drew a matching groan from both your lips, making Jeonghan cough halfway through his dirty talk.

"Oh, you're that desperate? Okay, pretty, I'll fuck you. Don't need to beg me so much," he mocked, positioning himself to finally enter you, but unable to help himself in teasing your clit with his tip for a few moments in order to draw just a couple more cries from you. With a chuckle, he finally began entering you, gasping a silent groan at the feeling of finally being enveloped by you.

"God," he grumbled, eyes squeezing shut in pleasure, "Tell me when I can move," he practically pleaded.

"Just move," you whined, "It's already good."

Your green light was all he needed to begin pumping in and out of you, gasping out praise every so often. His hands remained on your hips, squeezing at the skin whenever it felt extra good to fuck into you. Clammy skin and lewd sounds of slapping took up all your senses, making you almost miss Jeonghan's words as he began low rambles into your ear.

"Do you even know how long I've wanted you?", he started, breath heavy against your ear, making you want to bury yourself in his skin, "Always wanted to talk to you, but- fuck- but the guys told me I shouldn't as- as your senior," he stuttered in between groans, "But I couldn't let my chance pass when you helped me that day ... We just clicked," he confessed, groaning loudly when you tightened at his unexpected confession.

"Han ...", you sighed, gripping his shoulders as if your life depended on it, "I, fuck, really?"

He nodded against you, kissing the skin he could reach, "I like you so much, you have no idea," he continued, speeding up his hips, "Tell me you like me back," he whined with a bit of humor in his voice. It was impossible for him to let things become too serious for too long — something you really liked about him.

"I like you, Hannie," you humored him, using the nickname he'd asked you to use all those weeks ago, giggling in between sighs of pleasures when he groaned at it.

"Don't call me that right now, you're so mean," he whined, biting lightly at your skin in defiance, "I'm trying to make this fun for you."

"Then keep fucking me," you insisted, "Hannie," you couldn't help but add with a girlish and exaggerated moan.

"You're provoking me? Really? Again? Okay, brat," he huffed, hands finding the back of your legs to wrap them higher on his waist, ensuring his cock could now piston in and out of you in a way that had your eyes rolling back.

Despite his lazy persona, he was a beast as he fucked you, specially after you'd invoked that bratty side of him that couldn't allow you to out-brat him. It was toe-curling to think about how having you under him provoked this side of him to come out; the side that made him lose all inhibitions and break him down to his most animalistic desires as he fucked you. Any lack of energy was replaced by a stamina that made the slapping of skin so embarrassingly loud you couldn't help but blush. That, combined with his nonexistent shyness in letting out every moan threatening to leave his lips made it the most pleasurable experience for you.

"Sound so pretty ... You're driving me crazy," he grunted in a pained chuckle, "Gonna make me cum ... Fuck, come with me? Yeah, pretty? Need to feel you cum around me before I fill you up," he rambled, hand suddenly sneaking between your bodies and attacking your clit without any warning. You could no longer banter with him, too drunk on the feeling to vocalize anything other than mewls of pleasure.

Jeonghan's hips combined with the feeling of his fingers assaulting your clit were all you needed to lose yourself to your orgasm, almost dragging him down with you as you tightened around him.

"F-fuck, you're cumming? Is it that good, baby? Shit, took it so good for me, hmm?", he continued talking you through it, humming back a groan when you tightened just enough for him to reach his own high, "O-oh, God ... C-cumming, shit. Where?", he was frantic in asking, his gigantic eyes growing two times bigger as he looked to yours for guidance, eyebrows furrowing further at every passing second his orgasm threatened to take him down.

"Inside, H-hannie," you sighed out, mellowing out from your former orgasm. Another whine exited your lips at the breathiest cry leaving the pretty boy above you, whining out desperate praise at the privilege it was to cum inside you. It was likely Jeonghan knew about the birth control idols were usually put under, but his reaction told you he was appreciative nonetheless.

"So fucking good .... God, you're so good, so pretty, so perfect," the praise was endless, making you want to be the sole cause of his pleasure until the end of time.

Once finally emptied out, his energetic persona died out quite quickly, instantly morphing himself to your side as he nudged you aside to make space for him on the couch. Being large enough to fit you both, you snuggled together, Jeonghan nuzzling that pointy nose into your hair as you two regained consciousness. It was amusing how easily he morphed into his usual touchy and lazy persona just seconds after fucking you an inch of your life.

"Hmph," he hummed into your skin, nuzzling so much it seemed he was trying to enter your skin, "You're soft after sex, y'know that?", he thought out loud, leaving mindless kisses behind.

"You're so weird," you huffed, jokingly pushing him away but adoring the warmth that pooled in your heart at his whine in complaint, accompanied by him pulling you even closer.

"Yeah, but you like me weird," he reminded you.

You allowed a beat or two of silence to consume you before turning further toward his side, cuddling into him in as the comfort between lovers after sex invaded the room.

"Did you mean what you said?"

He hummed questioningly, too lost in the comfort to think back to what you meant.

"Did you like me before we met in that elevator?", your voice was meek, reminiscent of those mere five minutes of shyness you felt when you first met Jeonghan, soon overtaken by the natural comfort his presence brought upon such a short time.

"Yeah," he stated simply, "Seungkwan sent me a video of your group covering one of our songs in your debut showcase and I thought you were cute," he chuckled fondly at the memory, "Then I saw you at the company a few times and thought you were the cutest thing," he booped your nose annoyingly, "I wasn't planning on doing anything about it, but like I said, we clicked. You looked shy, but the moment I spoke to you, you were fed up of my shit. I liked that about you," he hummed.

You couldn't help laughing at that, "You liked me because I was rude to you?"

"I mean, it's not often that my juniors speak to me like that. It's always so formal," he blegh'd in an exaggerated manner, "I can't really explained it. It was just a gut feeling, y'know?"

You thought back to how comfortable you felt in his presence that first day, nodding in agreement, "Yeah, I know," you smiled as you reached over to find his lips, pecking them sweetly.

"Dinner's probably gone bad by now, by the way," he spoke up after the kiss, guiding your hand to his head for self-indulgent scratches.

"You didn't actually invite me over to have dinner," you reminded him humorously.

"Yeah," he chuckled, "I didn't."

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"You're going to get me in so much tro- Stop!", you couldn't help the girlish squeal that left your mouth at Jeonghan's careless roughhousing.

His hands wouldn't leave your waist, glued to the dip of your waist as he followed you around Seventeen's floor as you attempted to leave.

After the ruse to keep you around for his elevator rides died down, now becoming Jeonghan's official girlfriend (his words), the menacing boy continued to play dumb, insisting that there was just no one else he entrusted with the task of helping him up and down the elevator. It was a dumb inside joke between you, but it made your insides giggle like a madwoman every time you thought about his insistence to keep you around as much as humanly possible, even now as you engaged in a formal and exclusive relationship.

Hanging out with him in the comfort of your group's floor was fine. Your group was a mere few months old, meaning there wasn't too much traffic from other groups or any outsiders there. However, the halls of Seventeen's floor always made you nervous. You always insisted on being behind closed doors when it came to Jeonghan's floor, knowing that Seventeen were incredibly popular, which resulted in their floor of the building being far more trafficked than your own.

As far as you were aware, only your respective groups, managers, and a few staff members were aware of your relationship. Many simply assumed there was something going on, but due to any lack of announcement of your relationship, there was no way to confirm it. That, and the many people who ended up shipping you after the release of Hybe's Game Caterers due to how insistent on sticking by your side Jeonghan had been during recording (damn you, Yoon Jeonghan).

"Bunny, c'mon," he whined, nuzzling his head in your neck as you continued to walk down the hallway, attempting to reach their practice room, "What's the point in dating if I can't even enjoy you at work?", he protested, feet bumping into yours due to the continuous proximity between your bodies.

"Han, if someone catches us-"

"I don't care. You know that," his touches finally halted as soon as you made it to the door, holding it open for you in a classic act of gallantry often displayed by him. It was always unspoken and casual, but you came to learn that Jeonghan was naturally caring for those around him, especially you. Doors were opened, oranges peeled, laces tied, you name it.

"Sure, you don't care," you started, crossing the small dressing room that connected the hallway and the practice room, Jeonghan behind you, "You're like fifty, you've been in the industry forever now. A measly dating rumor with your junior would do nothing to your career. I'd get accused of sleeping my way up and fuck everything up for my members," you argued back, not seriously mad nor argumentative, just continuing the thread of conversation.

Finally in the practice room, Jeonghan gaped at you, amused yet offended, "Fifty?", he gasped, getting the attention of a fellow Boo Seungkwan and Lee Chan who just so happened to be sitting by nearby, "You're calling me old? I'm 28!," he insisted, whining at you and pulling at your arm as a child would.

Feigning annoyance, you held in your laugh at his childishness, knowing that this was always the result any time you attempted to tease him back. Before you could retaliate again, you were interrupted by the other men present in the room, having interrupted whatever conversation they were having with Jeonghan's loudness.

"You're the most lethargic man I know," said Chan with complete seriousness in his face, causing Seungkwan to burst laughing.

Dokyeom seemingly compartmentalized out of nowhere, also joining in as he crossed the door you'd just come in from, close enough to have heard the conversation, "Cradle robber," he teased as he walked by, sticking out his tongue at Jeonghan as the elder did it first.

Jeonghan gaped at all four of you, exasperated in his response, "We're like five years apart!," he whined in reference to your age difference, "If I'm lethargic, then what are you?", he yelled, pointing at Seokmin who had already walked away, still grinning in satisfaction at Jeonghan from his side of the room, beginning to join other members in their stretching.

Laughing throughout it all, you relished on Jeonghan's members ganging up on him, knowing it was usually him who teased the others. Ever since your relationship had become official, you spent more and more time around his groupmates — groupmates who found great enjoyment in teasing him over your relationship. You were never the butt of the joke. On the contrary, they'd encourage you to join in, knowing you were Jeonghan's one and only weakness.

Suddenly, Jeonghan turned to you, annoyed scowl on his face, "You! You don't get to join in and mock me. They're insulting your boyfriend, defend me!", he demanded, pouts and whines never leaving him.

You huffed, "Why should I defend you? I'm your junior, oppa," you used that term very strategically, only ever saving it to tease him or make him embarrassed in front of whoever was around.

Seungkwan all but cackled at the way Jeonghan stopped his annoyed rambling with a swiftness, gaping at you with his eyebrows all the way to his hairline. His mouth opened and closed, likely pondering a comeback for you. Within the short time you'd dated, Jeonghan's insistence that you call him by the correct honorific only got worse, but your denials remained. You calling him oppa at this moment meant only one thing to him: You wanted war.

Without further words, he grabbed you by the wrist, ignoring your surprised yelp as he pulled you with him towards the door you'd barely crossed mere minutes ago. Not really fighting him, you stumbled as you trailed behind him, waving a quick bye to his friends while Seungkwan whined at Jeonghan for his sudden exit.

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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.

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"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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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…

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jeonghan & mirrors

+18, mdni

warnings: fingering (f rec), tit playing, choking, praising, dom!jeonghan, sub(ish) reader

“that’s it, look at me, look at me— atta girl, my good girl,” jeonghan cooed as he continued rubbing your clit, while staring at you through the mirror with a gaze so intense you shuddered.

his other hand previously tight around your neck, now playing with your tits, pinching and pulling around the nipples, with the occasional rub to elicit the prettiest whine out of you.

“so pretty for me, does that feel good?” he nips at your ear as he draws out faster and tighter circles on your clit, another finger teasing at your entrance.

you moan out, so high and dizzy from the pleasure and attention the guy behind was giving you. your eyes so close to shutting, you cried out for more.

“such a pathetic mess, just from me touching you, what if i were to fuck you senselessly right here, then what? you won’t be able to take me princess,”

you shook your head rapidly, “nooo, jeonghan, i-i can take it—more, more please, want more of you,” broken cries fell out of your swollen lips, you didn’t recognise the girl in the mirror, so desperate and fucked out.

“so loooud baby, from that pretty mouth of yours, and that pretty cunt of yours—” he slips two fingers inside you, “so fucking wet and ready for me, every part of you so receptive to me, my good girl,” jeonghan moans out the last sentence, so proud of how well you were reacting, absolutely loving how wrecked you looked.

“you know what you gotta do if you wanna come princess,” he smirks against your cheeks, sloppily leaving trails of wet kisses down your neck from your face.

“i-i wanna cum hannie, can i please come please please, need to come right now, please…can i cum for you,” you throw your head back against his neck and shoulders, writhing in his hold.

his pretty fingers make way back to your neck, tightening around your pulse points, “suuuchh a good girl yeah? you listen so well,” he kisses and sucks on that one spot on your neck.

you whine, “hannie…” feeling that string ‘bout to snap any minute from now.

“okay princess, you can come for me now,” and like the obedient good girl you were, you came as hard you could around jeonghan’s pretty fingers, convulsing and stomach clenching at how hard you came.

“my good girl, did so well for me, time for me to reward you,” he whispers, kissing along your nape. his fingers slowly removed from your cunt, before he sticks them in your pretty mouth as he stares at you through the mirror reflection.

A SHORT PIECE! completely self indulgent,,, always fantasied abt mirrors. haha. okay will be back with longer fics soon!!! love yall sm 🍒💋

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