Eyes Meet

eyes meet

What you and Jeonghan do together has remained a secret, until suddenly, it isn’t.

pairing jeonghan x f!reader word count 9.3K tags village au, college au, friends to lovers, brother’s best friend, insecurity, jealousy, conflicts, secret kisses, holding hands, intimacy, professing love, kissing in the rain, power outage, lots of talks about feelings, pillow talk, car sex, unprotected sex, missionary, marking, neck kissing, fingering, riding, creampie, brief cock warming warnings smut, mild angst, alcohol, mentions of weed, vaping, mentions of anxiety a/n our hannie enlisted today 💔 ik we’re all sad but i hope you’re able to forget for a moment reading this chapter. a lot of shit happens but i think you’ll like it. thank you always luvs! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

this is part of a series! જ⁀➴ ( one ; two ; three ; four ; next )

You were only supposed to drop off Soonyoung's keys and leave. The cold metal is still clutched in your grasp while standing in Joshua's livingroom, seduced by all the voices egging you and your friend on to stay.

Jun had tagged along, hanging at your place with plans to stay the night as his, beers and other collections of drinks stocked up for the weekend.

There's music playing lowly in the background, your brother and his friends seated on the couch with some forgotten youtube video playing on the large tv, the house reminding you of the supposed wealth Joshua's parents accumulated.

"This is y/n’s friend Moon Junhui, he came from China and just started studying at our school." your brother excitedly shares with everyone, catching Minghao's attention. They briefly start chatting in Chinese, happy to be able to talk to someone in their first language and giggling about something random, easily wrapped up in conversation. You were always impressed with Jun's social skills.

Seungkwan bumps your side once you situate yourself next to him, a mischievous look on his features. Him and Jun have the same major, and sometimes hang out outside of classes.

He's a comfortable person, and somehow easily managed to get all the details between you and the tall man whilst hanging out with you. Annoyingly he doesn't want to let go of the fact you used to have a thing for him, thinking he's doing you a major favor by constantly teasing you about getting with him even after pressing it's in the past.

You seem to only be able to think about Jeonghan these days, and you're somewhat relieved he's not part of the current group sitting in front of you.

A body slots itself on your other side, Seungcheol handing you a glass of something with a wink. "You'll stay right?" he asks sweetly, grinning once you sigh and nod.

"Of course she will, or did you have other plans with Junnie hyung?" Seungkwan leans into you with a coy smile, fisting his phone on his lap. "No, Seungkwan." you roll your eyes, hearing him giggle. Seungcheol seems visibly confused, but he chooses not to ask about it.

Just as you get comfortable in your seat you spot two figures emerging from the back door, Hansol walking back in followed by Jeonghan, the smell of weed clouding them. Of course he’s here.

You make eye contact with the long haired man, his soft features penetrating your body in the shape of something unfamiliar. Your feelings for him are like a confusing whirlwind, prominent but so lost in it all.

"Oh, y/n is here," he notes, shoving a black lighter in his back pocket. "And, who's this?" he spots Jun, wetting his lips waiting for an answer.

Your brother excitedly replies before you can. "Jun, y/n's friend from China," he goes on to explain the logistics, earning a hum from Hansol who introduces himself and Jeonghan.

If they hadn't realized this was the friend you used to like, Jeonghan sure seems like he does. He shoots you a look again, one you can't quite read.

Thankfully the night quickly progresses, loud laughter bouncing off the walls when Hansol connects his phone to the tv, showing a collection of goofy tiktoks from his saved folder.

A notification from some girl has them discussing hookups and relationships, with him as the victim trying to poorly explain what’s going on between him and the girl.

Jeonghan’s their next prey, and you’re left with an odd feeling in your stomach when they mention someone named Yena, a girl he’s supposedly been hanging out with. He doesn't comment on it, borely eating come chips on the table in front of him while you listen in on the conversation. He doesn't deny it, which makes you feel even worse.

Maybe it's because you're already on your third glass of alcohol, but when Jeonghan suggests going to the store for some more food you coolly volunteer to go with him, a disguised ploy to be near him as a result of your stupid feelings for him, or maybe even jealousy.

The air outside is cool but not cold, vapor from his vape flying in the air while you walk beside each other in the empty streets.

"How are you?" he asks. You feel awkward, breath hitching suddenly remembering the intimate way you kissed, the tender moment you shared that last time. You clear your throat, nodding. "Good." you simply tell him, keeping your eyes fixed on the sidewalk. You can’t stop thinking about the earlier conversation.

"Have you spoken to Soonyoung?" he takes another drag of the vape, looking at you.

"Of course." you reply aloofly, ignoring the real question. He'd already expressed worry about you your brother before, encouraging you to talk about what had happened with Wonwoo.

He sighs. "y/n." he presses grimly, carefully putting the tip of his vape against your lips. You take a drag, looking over at him. You pause for a moment, his expression vulnerable and real, it seems like he genuinely is worried.

"I haven't," you then say truthfully, his eyes boring into yours. The store wasn't far, and you can already spot the lights from inside in your peripheral. "But I think I'm at peace with it now." you nod shortly. "He's never done something with ill intend, I understand that he was just scared I'd feel alone again."

Jeonghan shares your nod, a sense of relief washing over him. "Soonyoung has never spoken badly of you, y/n. He just wants the best for you, I can tell," his vape disappears in the pocket of his hoodie. "He shouldn't have pushed Wonwoo to get closer to you, even if Wonwoo's genuinely curious about you. He's just so shy you know, Wonwoo." there's a ghost of a smile adorning his lips, his big eyes peering at you.

It feels good to hear those words from someone close to both. You give him a soft smile.

It doesn't matter now anyways, whatever interest you initially had in Wonwoo isn't there since you see Jeonghan clearly, only possible friendship. Now, you can only think of the boy walking next to you, those honey eyes making your stomach stir.

You enter the store, watching Jeonghan grab a basket. Your phone buzzes, a picture from Jun of Seungcheol wrestling Seungkwan on the couch, Mingyu laughing at the two in the background. You giggle, amused by the picture and happy your friend seems to blend right in with the group.

"What are you giggling about?" Jeonghan frowns, putting a bag of sour candy in the green basket linked over his arm.

"Jun send me such a funny picture," you chuckle, typing back a quick reply. Jeonghan hums uninterested, leaving you to scan the next isle. You follow him while busying yourself with your eyes glued to the screen, a smile watching Jun's amusing texts roll in.

"Busy with your boyfriend?" he notes, a hint of judgement in his tone. You peel your eyes from your phone to give him a look, noticing the lack of humor in his words. You resist the urge to roll your eyes, not playing into his dig.

You pick out a bag of chips to throw in the basket, the two of you walking towards the cash registers to check out. Jeonghan halts his movement to scan the big assortment of apples, scrunching his eyes as to think of which one to pick.

"Apples?" you chuckle, watching him decide on a bag of red apples. "They taste even better after smoking." he tells you, finally walking to the checkout.

"Green apples are better," you say softly as he unloads the items on the conveyor belt. Jeonghan scoffs. "That's just untrue." he says, pulling out his card to pay the worker, thanking her after he's finished paying.

You make the the short walk back, Jeonghan silent for a moment before he speaks, “Why were you hiding behind me?" Jeonghan gives you a look, watching your face contort in embarrassment at your off behavior. "What do you mean?" you ask timidly, playing with your fingers.

"At the checkout. You can at least thank the worker, y/n." his gaze makes you a tad uncomfortable. "Oh." you whisper. "I-I just felt a little anxious, I guess..." you nod softly, feeling silly now.

Jeonghan takes note of your demeanor, softening his gaze. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that." he watches you for a moment. "You don't have to be so shy y/n." he smiles sweetly, grabbing your hand in his and linking your fingers. You glance at him briefly, smiling back for a moment before nodding.

"Cute girl." he squeezes your hand, pulling you closer to him to give your cheek a kiss. Your body grows hotter, and you both walk back quietly while holding hands.

For once you don't end up drunk, mentally thanking yourself for finally listening to your body. You can't say the same for the others, Jun, Mingyu and Soonyoung forced to share a big glass of mixed liquor Jeonghan Jeonghan had mixed as punishment before a game of charades.

Jun is left giggling sitting on the floor in front of you, your legs supporting his back. He turns his face to look up at you, cheeks flushed red. "You're still sleeping at mine tonight, right?" he asks in Chinese, making you shrug, uncertain. If he keeps this up he'll pass out right here just like your brother probably will.

You don't join in on the next game, leaving the loud boys behind to grab a soft drink in the kitchen, staring at the near empty fridge supplied with merely alcohol and water. Tsking you emerge from the kitchen, asking no one in particular where to find a bottle of sprite.

In the midst of chaos only Jeonghan hears you, nodding to the door leading outside. He gets up, having you follow him. "The fridge there usually has some," he sighs, walking all the way past the pool to the outside bar.

He opens the fridge there, pulling out a cold bottle which he sets on top of the bar before giving you a look. "I'm taking you home in ten minutes, it's getting late." he says, leaning against the edge of the granite countertop. You look back at him, a frown between your eyebrows.

"I don't want to leave yet." you say, slowing your speech when he moves closer. Jeonghan grips your hips, pulling you flush against his chest. "Too bad it wasn't a question." he says lowly, pressing his lips against yours.

You accept the kiss, fingers tangled in the fabric of his shirt. His tongue glides over your bottom lip, making you purr against his mouth. It's like he knows he can do whatever he wants to you.

"I don't think your brother would be too happy to know you're sleeping at another man's house." he mumbles against your mouth, giving you another rough peck before letting go of you.

Your chest heaves from the short encounter, a little sad the kiss didn't last longer. You watch him turn to leave you, realizing you and Jun aren't the only ones that know Chinese here.

You stay outside for a moment longer before walking back inside with the bottle of sprite in your arms, seeing the three drunk boys sharing yet another glass. They must've lost again, and you can see just how out of it they are by now.

"y/n! Sit down, you're on—on our team now." Cheol shouts, clumsily signaling for you to sit down with them.

"No more games! We already told you, hyung." Seungkwan rolls his eyes. "Like you'll ever beat us," he adds before shaking his head, giving you a helpless look. "Those three have a bad omen, I swear." Joshua laughs, petting Mingyu's messy hair resting on his lap.

"I think it's time for bed for them, I'll take y/n and Jun home." Jeonghan says, already holding his car keys. Mingyu whines at his hyung's words, Seungcheol's protest making you chuckle. Soonyoung looks like he doesn't understand what's going on anymore.

"Goodnight everyone." you tell them. You help Jun up, making sure he doesn't trip as the three of you walk to Jeonghan's car. Jun seems to breathe manually while you strap him in, and you chuckle at his rough state.

It takes a short ten minutes to campus, and together with Jeonghan you make sure the tall boy is in bed safely.

Jeonghan is on you as soon as you're both back in the car, yanking you closer to hastily kiss you. His hands find your jeans, unclasping the button. "Go to the backseat." he instructs, having you nod dumbly.

He smacks your ass when you climb over, following you swiftly. There's strands of his long hair covering his face, shaking his head to get them out of the way. He presses you against the door, climbing over your body to collide your lips again. He tastes sweet, a mix of berries on his tongue from his vape.

Fingers greedily squeeze your body, moving all over to feel you until he's full of you. He moans in the kiss, his tongue eagerly licking into you. The fabric of his shirt rubs against yours, his chest pressing into you. You grab his cheeks, wanting him even closer to you.

Noticing the way your heart swells you want your body to feel like this forever, enthralled with everything Jeonghan. He breaks the kiss to pull your pants down your legs, pulling you further under him laying flat on the seats. He kisses you again, unclasping the button of his jeans before pushing the fabric down his hips.

You groan when he grinds his groin into yours, sucking on your bottom lip until you fear it might bruise. You impatiently tug down your panties to feel more of him, Jeonghan doing the same with all thoughts of foreplay out the window.

His tip teases your entrance, collecting your wetness. You grip one of his shoulders for some kind of support, the both of you groaning once he bullies the first few inches inside of you. Jeonghan sinks his teeth in the skin of your jaw to keep himself from moaning, feeling the way your hole clamps down on him diligently.

"More, Hannie." you breathe, your back curling. He licks down to your throat, kissing the skin there before he lets himself fully sink into you, bottoming out with a soft curse. "So warm," he mumbles, slowly starting to move.

You mewl, crossing your legs around him to keep him close. He holds himself up with his hands beside your head, his hairs falling in your face when he starts looking at you. His forehead rests against yours, breath hot on your face.

"B-been waiting for you," you admit, your mouth falling open at a particularly hard thrust. "This." you correct yourself, sweat already starting to drip down your body. "Have you now?" Jeonghan whispers, giving your lips a peck.

"Yeah." you say sheepishly, shame creeping in your body. Jeonghan chuckles, amused at your words. "Better make it worth your while then," he goes at a faster pace, the car starting to shake a little. You moan loudly, your sounds getting muffled by Jeonghan's mouth again. You're lucky if no one's around to witness this.

He kisses you messily, teeth clashing as you try to bring him even closer. "Fuck." you moan when his fingers start toying with your clit, his body sinking into yours when he supports himself on his elbow, trapped under him.

"Show me how hard you cum for me, baby." his fingers are wet from your arousal, rubbing circles on your most sensitive area. Your face contorts in pleasure, simply nodding at his request. He kisses your cheek before going back to your neck again, sucking on the skin gently.

"Jeonghan." you breathe quickly, your body trying to wiggle under his weight. He doesn't stop the assault on your clit, fucking you at a steady pace.

"I know, pretty," his teeth trace your skin. "Can feel it too." he makes soft sounds of pleasure, your cunt tightening around his cock.

When he presses his finger harder against you you shudder at the height of your climax, nails digging into his shoulder when you come with a long moan.

Jeonghan quickly lifts your shirt. He pulls out his cock to cum all over your stomach, teeth clamping down on your neck while moaning. You flinch at the feeling of his teeth marking you, his cum sputtering on your hot skin.

He drops his head in the crook of your neck, taking his time to catch his breath before giving the mark a soft kiss. You watch him tuck himself back in, zipping his jeans before looking for something to clean you off.

His fingers dig into your leg while he searches through his glovebox to pull out some tissues, glancing at you while cleaning your stomach.

He gives you a little smile when you watch him, almost making you feel shy. "There." he sighs once he's done, discarding the dirty tissues and tugging your shirt back down.

"Let's get you home now." he says after giving you your pants, climbing back in the drivers seat and taking a long drag of his vape. You nod, struggling to put your jeans back on before doing the same.

Mildly annoyed you cycle back to Joshua's place the next day, having gone back and forth with Soonyoung to once again deliver his stupid keys you'd dumbly taken back home again. He made it clear he needs them since he won't be home till late tonight, your family and you all away with plans.

"Took you long enough," Soonyoung sighs once you walk through the door, making you chuck the keys at his head. Everyone from last night except Seungkwan is present, all munching on some food they'd ordered.

"Ya, watch out!" Soonyoung rolls his eyes barely dodging the keys, equally as annoyed at you.

Seungcheol greets you excitedly, seated next to Jeonghan on the large couch. "If it makes you feel any better we saved you a plate." Mingyu tells you, signaling to the boxes of pizzas.

"No thanks." you grumble, sighing deeply.

"Maybe if you hadn't forgotten you wouldn't have to come twice." your brother chuckles meanly, only agitating you more. "Hey, stop that." Seungcheol scolds Soonyoung.

Jeonghan walks a few meters to the kitchen to grab a glass, oblivious to your brother ignoring Cheol and approaching you to annoy you even further.

He gets oddly silent after stilling in front of you, noticing the mark in your neck before looking back up to meet your eye. He moves his gaze from you to Jeonghan, and finally it lands back on you again. He doesn't say anything for a moment, laughter and chatter in the background.

"Ya, Yoon Jeonghan." he then says, eyes still on you. Your stomach drops realizing the discovery Soonyoung had made. Jeonghan turns to him, a frown on his face hearing his friend's rude tone.

"How long have you been fucking my sister?" he lifts his gaze to look at his friend, the room instantly going quiet.

You freeze, unable to say anything. Jeonghan also stays quiet, but by the look on his face Soonyoung can tell that his accusation is true.

He chuckles in disbelief, slowly starting to approach the older boy. "I can’t believe you. I fucking trusted you and you sleep with my sister?" Soonyoung's eyes are wide with anger, grabbing the collar of Jeonghan's shirt to pull him closer to him.

"Let's calm down first Soonyoung," Seungcheol appears next to the two, putting his hand on your brother's chest. Jeonghan doesn't move away from Soonyoung, his arms hanging loosely next to his body. He lets Soonyoung manhandle him, figuring he probably more than deserves this.

Soonyoung shoves Jeonghan with such force that he stumbles, struggling to regain his footing. Without a second glance, Soonyoung storms toward the door, his eyes full of fury. You stand frozen in his path. As he brushes past you, his shoulder slams into yours. "I can't even look at you," he spits out, the bitterness in his voice cutting deep before walking out and leaving everyone speechless.

The shock wears down after a moment, tears welling up in your eyes. Everyone looks at you, and before Jeonghan can come talk to you Seungcheol quickly approaches, putting his strong arm around you. He leads you outside, Soonyoung nowhere to be found as he comforts you in private and hugs you to his firm chest.

"I'm so sorry, y/n. He had no right to do this in front of everyone." he sighs, patting your head once sobs begin to choke out of you. "You don't have to tell me anything... just… let it out." his tone is gentle, but it doesn't make you feel much better.

"I just wanna leave." you sniffle, looking up at Cheol. He nods understandingly, letting go of you with a sigh.

"My car's right here, I'll take you home." he grabs his car key, moving to his vehicle. "Please take me to Jun." you gulp watching him open the passenger door, avoiding his gaze. Seungcheol nods, no more words between you as you get inside and watch the road as he drives.

Your arm weighs heavy as you knock, voices from behind the door alarming you, anxiety in the pit of your stomach. You're not in any position to face just anyone, thinking how coming here might've been a big mistake.

The elated expression on Chan's face calms you a bit, relieved it's him. "y/n, you're early!" he smiles, watching your best attempt at a smile as you walk in. Jun waves from where he's sitting on his bed, tilting his head like a curious cat at your off energy.

"y/nnie?" he frowns, straightening up once those stupid tears start blurring your vision again. "What happened?" he pouts, pulling you next to him on the bed. Chan quickly sits on the other side of you, putting his warm hand on your shoulder.

Feeling embarrassed, you drop your face, hands covering you. "'m sorry." you whisper, a tiny line of your voice cutting through the short silence.

"Why are you sorry? Did something happen?" Jun says calmly, putting his hand on your thigh. You nod, taking a big breath. "A little something or a big something?" he gently squeezes your skin, resting his head on your shoulder.

"Feels-," you sniffle. "Feels pretty big." you say before sobbing again, Chan attempting to soothe you by patting your back.

"Do you want to talk about it? hm?" Junhui asks, looking up at you. You shake your head, exhaling deeply to calm yourself down.

"That's okay. Let's get you feeling a little better first," he says, reaching over to rummage through his nightstand. He reveals a little package with sour candy, making you chuckle.

"Here," he hands you the bag after opening it, the two watching you chew on a piece.

You instantly feel better, letting yourself fall back on the bed as you grab another piece. "See, girls are easy Chan-ah," Jun announces, making the younger boy eye him suspiciously.

A violent knock on the door catches your attention, watching Jun get up to open the door for whoever's on the other side.

"Moong Joonghui!" You hear Seungkwan cutely greet your friend, the two approaching Chan and you after the door closes with a loud bang.

You sit up straight, the bag of candy clutched in your hand while Seungkwan coos seeing you. "y/nnie, you're early." he repeats Chan's earlier words, the three of you having plans to study before going to a bar in the late evening.

"I see I wasn't invited to the pre-party." you roll your eyes in a joking way, Seungkwan grinning. "You're always welcome to join our boy's day, dear." he says, plopping down in the desk chair.

"You're all just extremely early." Jun whines, crossing his arms over his chest. Chun tsks, "Is it a crime to want to hang out with our new friend?" he sighs in an animated way, Jun grinning boyishly.

Seungkwan has his gaze on you, taking notice of your swollen eyes. "So, what's going on here?" he frowns, kicking off his shoes.

The two others don't say anything, and you merely sigh. You do feel better after crying, and it might help to get some insight from your friends.

"Just," you sigh again, all eyes on you. "Something happened, but, I don't really know where to begin." you admit, disposing of the empty packet on the floor. Jun gives you a displeased look in the corner of your eye, throwing the plastic in the bin that's only within arms reach of you.

"Just start from the beginning." Chan says, more than eager to learn what's been bugging you.

"I'm in love with Jeonghan." you finally say, hearning soft gasps from both sides. Seungkwan hums, the only one who doesn't give you a big reaction.

"That doesn't surprise me." he shrugs as if you've just told him the sun rises in the east. "Have you guys not seen the way she gawks at him every time he's in the same room?" he chuckles in amusement, shaking his head.

"And don't think I didn't see the way you two were frolicking at Joshua's when Soonyoungie hyung was black out drunk." he points a finger at you, wetting his lips.

"Frolicking?!" Chan gasp's scandalously, eyes going back and forth between you and Seungkwan.

You growl at the boy, "Shut up. I'm getting to that." you scowl him, Seungkwan raising his eyebrows as if to dismiss you.

You sigh, straightening your posture before speaking again. "We've been... sleeping together for a minute." you nod once, Chan's eyes widening further.

"It was Jeonghan?" Jun asks almost speechless, already informed on the matter before leaving China, yet unbeknownst of the details of with who.

"Yes." you say softly, looking at your hands awkwardly.

"Soonyoung can never find out." Chan concludes after a beat of silence, looking off in the distance before turning to look back at you.

You try not to chuckle at his comedic timing, kissing your teeth. "Well, that's the thing..." you trail off. Seungkwan slowly starts shaking his head at you, already expecting the next words.

"He already did," you clear your throat and roll your eyes. "I guess he figured out after Jeonghan drove me home yesterday and he saw this stupid mark on my neck today." you feel your face growing hotter, the three pair of eyes on you almost making you stumble over the words.

"I was meaning to ask about that." Chan says, looking directly at the mark you'd completely forgotten about in the morning.

"Do you not look in the mirror?" Seungkwan sighs, rubbing his face. You ignore him.

Jun hums softly, thinking it over. "So, how did he react?" he looks at you, his thigh digging into yours. You pause. "He-" you suck on your bottom lip, not able to forget that look in your brother's eyes.

"Everyone was still there in the morning–apart from Seungkwan, and he confronted Jeonghan, like, in front of everyone.... yeah, he was pissed, pushed Jeonghan and stormed off."

"Geez," Seungkwan mumbles, pouting. "What an asshole move." he looks at the three of you seated on the bed, waiting for someone to speak.

"I mean, he has the right to be angry? I guess." you nod, Chan's face contorting into something you can't read. "Who cares? If you two like each other he should be happy for you." Chan frowns.

"You don't have sisters, Chan..." Seungkwan sighs, giving Chan a look. "Of course he'll be upset, or even angry, but he's doing the most." Seungkwan whines, making Jun nod in agreement. "You're both important to him, he should've asked you about it in private."

You nod slowly. "It doesn't matter now anyway, Soonyoung is already angry at me and Jeonghan probably doesn't even like me back, so,"

It grows quiet, and Seungkwan clears his throat to catch everyone's attention. "I feel like we need a drink if we're gonna talk about Jeonghan." he gets up from the chair, opening Jun's fridge like they've been friends for years.

He pours four glasses of beer mixed with a generous amount of soju, and you hiss after taking the first sip, making Seungkwan chuckle.

"So, Jeonghan," he begins, sighing dramatically. "The thing is," he exchanges a look with Chan. "He's been talking with some girl, allegedly," he clarifies the end, Chan humming. "I think her name is Yena or something?" Chan frowns, making Seungkwan nod.

"We talked about it yesterday, remember?" Seungkwan nudges you, making you look at him before you nod. Talks of him hanging out with someone had you jealous the previous day, but you hoped it wasn't anything besides that- just hanging out.

"Seungcheol knows more about it, he keeps bringing it up for some reason–but Jeonghan has never really spoken about her, and he irritably never responds when we ask him about it, so I don't know what's going on exactly." Seungkwan takes a sip of his drink, the three of you seated in front of him mirroring him.

You swallow down the liquor, trying to ignore that weird feeling in your stomach again. Just the thought of Jeonghan with someone else makes you want to punch the wall.

"I just don't understand him... Like, one time he tells me to fuck off after sleeping with me, then other times he seems like he genuinely cares about me, kisses me, and, even yesterday–he holds my hand walking back from the store." you feel tears welling up in your eyes again, genuinely so in love with him. Maybe you've been naive for even letting yourself catch feelings for someone you barely spoke outside of sex.

Chan genuinely seems upset at his friend's behavior, huffing in annoyance.

"He's a libra, y/n." Seungkwan sighs, putting down his already empty glass.

"But... would he really risk his friendship with Soonyoung just to sleep with y/n? Just for some fun?" Jun frowns, speaking softly.

Seungkwan chews on his bottom lip. "I don't know Junnie... Jeonghan's always been odd. And–I'm just telling you what I've heard. Maybe he does like y/n but doesn't know how to tell her?" Seungkwan rambles, "Does he even know you like him?" he then asks you, crossing his arms.

You just look at Seungkwan, making him groan.

"You're so bad at this... no wonder Jun never figured out," he mumbles, lifting his hands and interrupting Jun before he can even ask what he means. "What's there to lose by just confessing your feelings for him?"

A sigh leaves your lips, the mere idea freaking you out. "I...I don't want to lose... this." you say shamelessly, realizing how fucked up that is.

"Lose... sleeping with someone who doesn't like you back?" Seungkwan sighs, making you nod. "Yes." you pout, and Seungkwan rolls his eyes. "That's pathetic. You deserve to know, y/n."

Chan and Jun nod in unison.

"If he doesn't, that's shitty but at least you'll know, and if he does, that'll be amazing—and I'm sure Soonyoung would be more than happy for you two if he knows his friend wasn't just sleeping with you." Chan puts his hand on your knee, watching you slowly nod at him.

"You're right." you sigh, making the boys smile. "I'll... talk to him, soon."

It takes you exactly four days to muster up the courage to text Jeonghan, the trio plaguing your phone with countless texts and calls scolding you.

You're waiting for him at the same park you'd first met, shielded by the light rain sitting under the grafitti covered dome.

You watch Jeonghan approach you after parking his car in the distance, dressed in thick oversized clothes and a black cap that mostly covers his face. Seeing him only makes things worse, your thoughts and feelings all over the place. There's something so intimidating about him.

"y/n." He greets you before asking, "Did you wait for a long time?" his big eyes peer at you from under the visor, and he sits down right next to you.

"Just a few minutes," you answer, a feeling you hate growing in your stomach. Jeonghan gives you a nod, sighing. "Sorry I didn't reach out to you after... everything that happened. I thought it was better to give you, um, some space." he plays with the ring on his fingers, turning his face to look at you.

"Don't worry about it," you sit up straight, feeling a bit awkward, especially with those pretty eyes watching you.

"Did Soonyoung talk to any of you?" your tone is silent, a frown appearing between your brows. Jeonghan pauses for a beat, then shakes his head. "We haven't heard anything back from him." he smiles apologetically.

"Yeah... he doesn't talk to me either," you mumble, all previous attempts of talking to your brother just flat our ignored by him.

You hear Jeonghan sigh, thinking for a moment before he speaks. "Look y/n... I didn't want things to get so complicated, with Soonyoung involved and everything," he chews on his bottom lip, giving you a serious look. "Maybe its better to end this whole thing before it gets worse."

His words catch you off guard, confusion written clear on your face. "What? I...I didn't ask you to come to talk about Soonyoung." you mumble, playing with your fingers.

Jeonghan shakes his head. "I don't want to cause you more problems, okay? You were so close with Soonyoung and I messed it all up... and, for what?"

You feel hurt, fingers gripping the cold, metal seat below your thighs tightly. "Jeonghan... what are you even... what are you talking about? Everything's just some big mistake then?"

Jeonghan hums. "You've got Jun now? You're always with him anyway. Laughing—texting, or whatever." he almost looks at you boredly while leaning back against the wall.

"You've been waiting for him for a year...so, of course it has to be a mistake. What else could it be?" he watches you, your shoulders sag. His words cut like knives, and you realize you've been an idiot to fall in love with Jeonghan. There's tears threatening to well up, and you struggle to hide them, all your feelings suddenly spilling out.

"Why do you keep hurting me..." you whisper after a short silence, so soft you can barely even hear yourself. You can't keep it in anymore, looking down at your lap as tears cloud your vision.

"I'm not trying to hurt you?" Jeonghan looks at you in confusion, seeing a droplet of water fall in your lap. Unconsciously he almost reaches out to touch you, but he stops himself before he really does.

"I'm in love with you, Jeonghan..." you tell him, forcing yourself to look him in the eye. There's a silence.

You can tell by the look he's giving you he's shocked, his eyes telling.

"'M sorry. Just felt like you should know." you mumble, pushing yourself up to walk away, too embarrassed to cry in front of him. The rain has picked up, leaving you feeling cold, but at least no one would notice your tears walking back home like this.

Your confession has Jeonghan frozen for a second before he quickly forces himself up to follow you, not about to let you leave after learning what he’s only allowed himself to think about in secret.

"y/n!" Jeonghan's voice cuts through the breeze, and you hear the sound of gravel from under his shoes as he runs the short distance back to you. "Please don't leave," he grabs your wrist, holding you tightly in his grip.

You don't want stay here, yet you have no choice but to look at him. A breath escapes your lips, raindrops trickling down your face. You might end up drenched if you don't go back inside soon.

Jeonghan links his hands around your back, pulling you flat against his chest. You don't do anything, caught off guard by the sudden spine crushing embrace.

You feel his warm lips pressing against your wet forehead, lingering for way too long before he finally stops. You look up, speechless for a second as he just looks into your eyes.

"I don't deserve your love," he whispers, hands going to cup your cheeks. Despite his words he gives you a needy kiss, though it only lasts for a second. He tucks back a strand of your hair, plagued by his own words. "And it would be greedy of me to say that I want every bit of it." he breathes, his thumb swiping your jaw.

"But I do," he frowns, his lips adorning the ghost of a pout. "Want it so bad, even after knowing I haven't given you one reason to like me." he shakes his head, watching you silently cry.

"But you have, Hannie." you say quietly, grabbing onto his sweatshirt. Jeonghan curses softly before pressing your lips together again, allowing himself to kiss you how he wishes to after throwing away every piece of self control that remained.

"I love you too, y/n. You have no idea," he confesses, the words making you feel like you're dreaming. "Seeing you walk away—fuck. I can't lose you like that." Jeonghan shakes his head, managing to pull you even closer to him. "'Was so dumb," Jeonghan kisses you. "Didn't know you liked me... I-if I did I would never—fuck I’m an idiot," Jeonghan starts properly kissing you, putting in all his pent up feelings and frustration.

You kiss him back just as eagerly, fisting the fabric of his sweater afraid he'll leave. You can't fully grasp what just happened, the thought of Jeonghan liking you back never once occurring despite your friends' words.

He moans against your mouth, his tongue swiping yours, licking into you expertly. "Jeonghan," you mumble against his mouth, giggling when he tightens his arms around your waist. You pinch his side to get his attention, earning a whine from the boy who looks down at you with a frown.

"The rain's only getting worse," you note, the two of you still standing in the middle of the park, lightning repeatedly hitting somewhere off in the distance.

Jeonghan softly smiles at you, linking fingers and surprising you by suddenly running full speed towards his car, making you scream and laugh as he pulls you along with him. You both giggle once you make it to the car, Jeonghan unlocking the doors so you can quickly climb inside.

"Let's get you dried off," Jeonghan starts the car, silently driving to what you assume his fraternity. However, once he drives past the big house you frown at him, earning a chuckle. "It's too noisy there," he reasons, not sharing where he’s going instead.

He parks his car at the school’s parking lot, near campus. "Ready?" his hand is on the door handle, and you nod at him wordlessly. The two of you quickly get out of the car, Jeonghan grabbing your hand again as you both speed towards the building together.

Since it’s the weekend it’s not as busy as usual, and eventhough the rain is only getting worse, there’s still students actively roaming around.

Once you make it inside the dorms Jeonghan leads you up a flight of stairs, walking all the way to the end of the corridor to stop in front of the last door there.

“Who lives here?” you ask unsure, watching Jeonghan search for one of the keys on his keychain, water dripping down his hair. He just chuckles, straightening his posture once the door is open. You look inside, feeling Jeonghan’s hand pressing against your back. He clicks his tongue teasingly when you resist against his touch.

“No one lives here, y/nnie. Don’t be scared.” he laughs at your tense demeanor, entering first to prove his point. You watch him, apprehension in your movement when you follow him and close the door shut behind you.

It’s a normal one person apartment-style dorm, just like Jun’s. The place show signs of life, the bed neatly made with clean towels stacked on top. There’s a multipack of ramen and a collection of snacks in the kitchen.

“I like to hang out here when the fraternity gets too busy,” Jeonghan explains, moving the towels to the desk as you take off your shoes. “It’s a secret though, so don’t tell a soul about this place.” he looks at you from the corner of his eye, hiding a smile.

“Seungcheol?” you ask, cocking up your eyebrows at the boy. Jeonghan grins, confirming your speculation. “Don’t tell him you know, I’m not even supposed to come here besides hiding away from parties.” he chuckles, lazily caging you between him and the desk.

You slowly nod, making eye contact with him while he slowly gets closer. Your can hear your own heartbeat, not aware of him reaching behind you for one of the towels, giggles escaping his lips as he suddenly drapes it over your face. You let out a whine, shooting him a glare once he pulls the fabric down to reveal your eyes again, starting to dry your hair with a pleased smile plastered on his face.

“Annoying.” you mumble, failing to hide your own elated smile from Jeonghan. He just hums, tongue peeking between his lips while drying you off.

“There,” he whispers, fixing your messy hair after discarding the towel. “You might still want to take a shower.” he tells you, chuckling after spotting the subtle prints left on the wooden floor by your damp socks.

“I have some extra clothes in the closet,” Jeonghan says, handing you a set of comfortable clothing to wear after freshening up.

“Thank you.” you give him a smile before entering the shower, turning on the hot shower water before undressing and messily folding your wet clothes and putting up your hair. The heat of the stream relaxes your muscles, immediately ridding you of the stress and anxiety you accumulated today.

You realize you still have a lot of things to talk about together, like what exactly the next step is going to be regarding your relationship. Sure, you like each other, and while that makes you feel insanely happy, you feel like there’s still some obstacles you need to face.

Like, the whole thing with your brother, who’s hurt and feels betrayed by your actions. Jeonghan might like you, but there’s no telling he even wants to be with you, especially if Soonyoung won’t be accepting.

You let out a deep sigh, taking the time washing your body with all kinds of thoughts following you.

Jeonghan’s clothes are soft, the white oversized shirt as big on you as him, grey sweatpants comfortable against your skin as you walk back to see him sitting on the floor, scrolling on his phone.

It’s getting darker outside, and the rain ticks against the window’s glass while the wind only picks up. “The weather’s really bad,” you pout, sitting down on the edge of the bed. You notice Jeonghan’s hair is dry too now, yet he’s still wearing his wet clothes. He must be cold.

“Mhm, hopefully it’ll pass soon,” Jeonghan turns off his phone, getting up from the floor to grab another towel. He catches you watching him. “Keep the bed warm for me.” he winks cutely before disappearing in the bathroom.

You smile to yourself, nestling yourself under the heavy bedding before watching some reality show on your phone.

The last few days you’ve been having a hard time sleeping, troubled by everything going on. Your mind has been running on overdrive, and it finally catches up to you comfortably laying in bed waiting for Jeonghan.

Slowly, your eyes start feeling heavier, the sound of the restless weather combined with the shower running in the background gradually lulling you to sleep.

The distant sound of thunder wakes you up with a frown, confused at where you’re at for a moment before spotting Jeonghan laying down next to you, scrolling on his phone with a hand behind his head.

He notices you’ve woken up, watching you rub your eyes. He chuckles at your tired state. You notice he’s not under the blankets like you are, mildy annoyed that he’s not physically next to you.

“Why do you look so angry?” he laughs, turning on his side to face you. Your face softens, giving him a smile before shaking your head. “Come here,” you mumble, tugging on the sheets.

Jeonghan laughs again, humming in acknowledgment before getting under the bedding next to you. You cozy up against his chest, shyly putting your arm around him to have him close to you.

“What time is it?” you look up at him, feeling his arms wrap around you. “Nine. You only slept around 45 minutes.” Jeonghan tells you, fingers playing with the ends of your hair.

There's a silence between the two of you, and you can't help but feel awkward. Everything's gone so fast, and a part of you has barely even processed the last few hours.

"I can hear you think." Jeonghan smiles, softly pinching your cheek. You sigh, chewing on your bottom lip.

"I feel like an idiot, never telling you..." Jeonghan chuckles, feeling a bit nervous sharing his feelings with you suddenly. "Couldn't stand you at first," he giggles, his chest shaking under you. "But... I think looking back I've liked you ever since that day when Soonyoung first dragged you along."

Jeonghan looks at you, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. The wind rattles the windows, tightening your grip on him. You share a soft smile with him, truly feeling better after hearing his words.

"Maybe if I was honest all this shit wouldn't of happened..." he clicks his tongue, hand going down to stroke your back.

"It's okay, Hannie." you tell him, giving his kiss a cheek. "I know Soonyoung... he'll come around eventually," you assure him. Jeonghan hums, sighing. "You're right, he's just looking out for you."

You open your mouth to speak, but suddenly the light in the room turns off, leaving the both of you in complete darkness.

"Oh." Jeonghan chuckles, moving his hands around the mattress to find his phone after you sit up. The flash turns on, and he tries switching on his night light, but the lamp doesn't seem to work.

"The storm must've killed the power," Jeonghan mumbles, getting up to grab a bottle of water from the fridge that also doesn't operate anymore. You watch him sit back down on the bed, putting the water bottle over his flashlight as a makeshift lamp.

You quietly laugh, gasping when Jeonghan crawls on top of you to give you a long kiss.

"Now tell me you'll let me be your boyfriend." he looks down at you, hands on the mattress next to your face. The ends of his hair tickle your skin, the light from his phone reflecting in his pretty eyes.

"Yes, Hannie." you tell him, hands finding his shoulders. "Ayy," Jeonghan sighs in disapproval, clicking his tongue. His hand slowly slides inside of your panties.

"I said," two lithe fingers slowly start drawing circles on your clit. "Tell me." he looks at you, wetting his lips before smirking down at you.

A sigh falls out of you, your body trembling from his touch. He presses against you harder while his hooded eyes are glued to your face. "I'll-" your back curls when he pushes a single digit inside of you.

Jeonghan cocks up his eyebrow at you, more than obviously loving what he's making you do. Your face reflects reticence, your skin growing hot.

He lazily pumps his finger inside of you, the stimulation your throbbing clit craves ignored.

"I'll let you...be-be my boyfriend." you force out as Jeonghan adds another two fingers inside of your hole. He hums happily, watching you wither under him before his thumb glides back over your slick clit.

Bereft of his lips you pull at his hair to crash your lips together, the boy groaning against your mouth at your urgency. "Brat." he kisses you. His teeth graze your bottom lip, playing with the skin until he has you whining with impetus.

Jeonghan chuckles in roguish delight, "Do you want me?" His eyes convey a glint of amusement, watching you react to his fingers curling inside of you.

"Want you," you moan. Your hips buckle up, chasing the feeling of his fingers fucking into you.

"Mmn, want you too, baby." Jeonghan gives you a kiss, quickly circling your clit. "Wanted you for so long," he sighs, kissing down to your jaw.

"When we made out in my room, shit—thought I could die happily in that moment." he continues, sucking on your neck. Your legs shake, body on fire approaching your high.

"Probably shouldn't leave any more marks," he mumbles, nibbling on your shoulder instead.

"Don't care." you croak out, moaning when he bites down on the skin. Jeonghan can feel your cunt squeeze around his fingers. "Cum, baby," he incites sweetly, his breath on your ear.

"Fuck. S-shit." you moan, throwing your head back as you feel yourself coming undone. Jeonghan slowly stills his movements after a few more pumps, giving you a kiss before removing his fingers from you.

You watch him suck them clean, a coy smile on his face looking back at you. Without time to catch your breath you pull him back on your mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue while eagerly kissing the boy you now call yours.

You push Jeonghan down next to you. With your lips still attached you pull up his shirt, revealing his soft stomach. His fingers tangle in your hair as you slide down his sweatpants, your hands stroking up to his chest. There's no words needed for Jeonghan to know to take his shirt off, the piece of clothing on the floor within seconds.

Impatiently you start grinding against him. You suck your bottom lip at the friction, hands on Jeonghan’s shoulder for support. “Kiss me,” Jeonghan breathes, his hands finding your hips to help guide you.

“And take these fucking clothes off.” Your damp panties uncomfortably stick to your core. He doesn’t give you time before he’s already tugging at the sweatpants he lended you, the pile on the floor growing. The shirt is next, merely your underwear seperating you now.

You kiss him again, slowly making out with him while matching your pace moving on his hardening bulge.

Jeonghan groans in your mouth, fingers finding your tit to play with your nipple. He squeezes the skin, bucking his hips into you. “Can feel how wet you are.” Jeonghan smiles against your mouth, his free hand hooking in the band of your panties. You nod, helping him take it off before doing the same with his.

You sit down on his shaft, spreading your wetness all over his length when moving. Jeonghan mouths your nipple, tongue gliding over the skin before sucking down. A breathy moan leaves your lips, lost strands of your hair hanging before your eyes while you keep moving your cunt against him, stimulating your clit.

Jeonghan moves to your other nipple, fingers toying with your nub before groping the skin and sucking your areola.

There’s a veil of sentiment that’s crept inside of you, so blissfully happy the boy you’ve fallen in love with feels the same for you. It pulls on your heart, almost like you’re in a haze full of everything Jeonghan.

“Hannie.” you whisper, smiling down at the boy who looks up at you, his tongue teasing your nipple.

“I love you.” you say shyly, cupping his cheeks to give him a kiss. Jeonghan hums, putting an arm back around you to bring you closer to him before he kisses you back, pecking your lips sweetly.

“I love you, baby.” he looks at you earnestly, his swollen lips adorning a smile. “Gonna have to lock you up so you’ll be mine forever,” he proves his point by giving you a harsh kiss, grinning mischievously.

You giggle demurely, pecking his lips before lifting your hips, fingers grabbing his thick cock. You pump him a few times, Jeonghan sinking deeper into the mattress watching you touch him.

You line his tip with your entrance, slowly lowering yourself on him. Jeonghan groans, eyes glued to the sight of his cock disappearing in your pussy.

Once you’re fully sitting down on him you take a deep breath, your body adjusting to him.

“Can you move, baby?” Jeonghan strokes the skin of your upper thigh with his thumb, his stomach moving feeling your cunt gripping him.

“Almost.” you sigh, fingers toying with his collarbones. Jeonghan nods, his other hand tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. His hands go back to grip your hips, biting his lip when you start moving on top of him.

He reaches so deep inside of you like this, tip massaging that spongy part each time you sit down on him. “‘Always feel so good,” Jeonghan moans, laying back on the pillow with his eyes glued to you. He starts thumbing your clit, your walls quickly reacting to his touch.

Your eyebrows are furrowed, tongue peeking out against the corner of your mouth. You pick up the pace, a light flash outside lighting up the room for a split second. The storm is ignored by both of you, too enthralled with each other to notice.

The sound of skin slapping together with your moans fills the air, bouncing on him faster and faster to feed the need in your body.

“Love your c-cock, Hannie.” you whine shamelessly, your tits bouncing in front of his face. “Oh, I know you do,” he breathes, gripping you tighter to start fucking up onto you. He watches you squeeze your eyes shut in pleasure. “Touch yourself, baby.” he tells you, fingers digging into your hip. You feel sweat starting to drip down your body.

“I-I think I’ll cum if I do…” you admit, your face feeling hot. Jeonghan hums understandingly. “Hold on a little longer for me.” he breathes, kissing your nipple. You nod, and despite your words you still starting rubbing your clit.

“Fuck. ‘M so close.” you whine, throwing your head back. “Hmn, keep touching yourself, baby. Feels so good.” Jeonghan groans, feeling you tightening around him.

“Love this little cunt so much,” he babbles, the muscles in his stomach tensing up. “‘M cumming, baby.” Jeonghan groans, moaning loudly when he feels your walls nearly crushing him, letting your release wash over you.

Your legs tense, hips buckling against his when Jeonghan stills inside of you, warmth flooding your pussy. You ride out your high, soft moans falling from your lips at the sensitivity.

Jeonghan pulls you against his chest, giving you a kiss as he catches his breath. You lazily rest on top of him, admiring his pretty face. His cheeks are tinted pink, glossed hooded eyes looking back at you.

“You look tired, angel.” Jeonghan strokes your back, giving your nose a kiss. You nod. “You don’t need to go home, do you?” he asks, playing with your hair.

“I’ll just text my mom I’m not coming home.” you tell him, earning a smile. “Good. Now, let’s take a shower again.” Jeonghan chuckles, petting your head affectionately.

Your life isn’t perfect in the slightest. But in this moment, finally together with Jeonghan, you think it might have come close.

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So I wonder. What is it that you want to spill out?

- Yoon Jeonghan

SEVENTEEN (세븐틴) 12th Mini Album 'SPILL THE FEELS' : Speak Up

Enemies to lovers?

part 1

2.1k words~

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You were part of an exclusive club in your college with 13 others. Seungcheol, Jeonghan, Joshua, Junhui, Soonyoung, Wonwoo, Jihoon, Minghao, Mingyu, Seokmin, Seungkwan, Hansol and Chan. You're close to everyone, except one. Jeonghan. He was a pain in the ass, he loved teasing you and getting on your nerves. You both loved bickering a lot and getting into unnecessary fights with each other. It happened often that the others were used to it. You guys were going on a trip to the beach as y'all managed to collect the club money and stuff.

All of y'all agreed to meet outside the college in the morning with your luggage. You were the second person to arrive outside the college after Jeonghan. You saw him and rolled your eyes, he didn't notice you as his eyes were glued to his phone. You adjusted your tote bag on your shoulder that was filled with your necessities and dragged your luggage to where Jeonghan was standing. "You're surprisingly early." you said to Jeonghan, not looking at him. Jeonghan eyes moved from his phone screen to you, taking in the view that was next to him. "I'm surprised you even showed up. Damn.. your outfit.." Jeonghan let out a whistle. You were wearing a white dress adorned with a playful cherry print. It has a fitted bodice with a gathered bust and thin adjustable straps. The waist is cinched, leading to a flared, short skirt that moves lightly with each step. You glared at him and took a step away from him, waiting for the others to come.

What seemed like 10 years (it was only 10 mins) all of y'all finally gathered up. "Is everyone ready to leave? The bus will be here in 2 minutes. Don't leave anything behind because this is a 3 hour trip, we won't be stopping for anything." said Seungcheol, the president of the club. Everyone nodded and talked amongst themselves while waiting for the bus. While you were scrolling through your phone, Joshua approached you. "You look really good in that dress" he complimented. You smiled "aw thanks Shua, you look really good in that outfit as well". As you were conversing with Joshua, from the corner of your eye you saw Jeonghan glaring at you both, which you found really weird but you shrugged it off.

After a while, the bus arrived. "Everyone settle down please" Seungcheol spoke, getting everyone's attention. "For this trip, everyone has a partner assigned to them. So wherever you go, you'll have to bring that person with you. So I'll announce everyone's name." Everyone turned to look at Seungcheol, "first up, Seungkwan and Hansol, Chan and I, Soonyoung and Jihoon, Seokmin and Joshua, Mingyu and Wonwoo, Jeonghan and Y/N." Seungcheol announced everyone's one partner. Everyone was satisfied except for Jeonghan and you. "Seungcheol, why would you do this to me?" You grumbled. Jeonghan rolled his eyes "just shut up and deal with it" he tsked, you glared at him before before groaning. "Okay enough, everyone get in the bus and sit next to your partner." Seungcheol ordered everyone.

The bus finally took off after everyone settled down in their seats next to their partners. your seat was placed all the way at the back, you were sulking because you still had to sit with Jeonghan. "You look stupid while sulking" Jeonghan who was already seated spoke, not looking up from his phone. "Shut up" you rolled your eyes and sat down on the seat next to him. "Seungcheol I'll never forgive you for this" you mumbled to yourself

For once Jeonghan wasn't actually bothering you, he was just minding his own business while listening to music. You decided to listen to some music too but your dumbass forgot to bring your earphones. "Could this day get any worse" you grumbled. Jeonghan eyes diverted to your devastated state, he scoffed "what happened now?" He asked, pausing his music and taking out one side of his earphones. "I left my earphones at home" you groaned, burying your head into your hands. Before Jeonghan could say anything, someone beat him to it. "Y/n, are you okay?" asked Mingyu, you shook your head "I left my earphones at home" you pouted. "Oh, wait let me check if I brought my spare-" "just share mine" Jeonghan cut mingyu off and placed the earphone he had in his hand into your ear. "but I don't listen to-" you tried speaking "just search up your playlist, I listen to anything" Jeonghan said nonchalantly as he passed you his phone. You were caught off guard by his behavior but brushed it off. You searched up your playlist and played it, you passed him his phone back. He hummed and looked out the window.

An hour passed and y'all were still on the road. You were getting sleepy, you tried resting against the seats but the road was bumpy and it was so uncomfortable. Jeonghan noticed and made you lay your head on his shoulder. Your eyes widened, you looked at him "what are you doing?" you asked. "Just shut up and sleep, you look like a zombie" he made you lay your head on his shoulder again. You wanted to say something but you were too tired, so you just kept quiet and rested on his shoulder. The music was still playing through the earphones and you dozed off on his shoulder. He looked over at your sleeping state and he felt his heart skip a beat, why was he feeling like this? Don't you both hate each other? Jeonghan's mind was flooded with all those thoughts. He brushed them off and laid his head on yours, slowly falling asleep.

Seungcheol walked up to both of your seats cause he wanted to ask Jeonghan a question. "Jeong-" he paused as he saw you both sleeping on each other's head. Seungcheol smiled and brought out his phone to take a picture of you both. He smiled as his plan worked, he made you both sit together so that y'all would get along. Seungcheol decided not to disturb you both and went back to his seat.

You slowly stirred in your sleep and looked around you, your eyes widened as you saw Jeonghan leaning on you. You shrieked and pushed his head a bit too hard resulting in him hitting his head against the window. Everyone turned their attention to you both. "What the fuck was that for?" Jeonghan asked as he rubbed his head, groaning. "Why were you resting on me?!" "I didn't realise, I was too tired. It's not a big deal." "It is a big deal!" You slightly raised your voice. "How is it a big deal? Besides I allowed you to share my earphones and lay your head on my shoulder" he looked at you with his eyebrows raised. You tried to say something but you just ended up turning red and kept quiet. Jeonghan smirked to himself as he saw your state.

"How long is it gonna take till we reach there?" Soonyoung asked, impatiently. "We'll reach there in 1 and a half hour time" Seungcheol yelled from the front seat. You groaned and slouched back into your seat. The music was still playing through his earphones that you were wearing. You looked over at Jeonghan who was sleeping peacefully, the sunlight glowing onto his flawless face. You couldn't help yourself but to just touch his nose. (Idk why but his nose is JUST so cute AHAHSJSSHSHSH) Jeonghan flinched and woke up, you were caught red handed.

Jeonghan looked at you with his eyebrow raised "mind explaining?" "Uh..." You trailed off, your face turned red in embarrassment. "I'm sorry" you said with your head down. He made you look at him by lifting your head with his finger "why are you sorry? You should explain why you touched my nose." He said in a slightly cocky tone. You were speechless, your face and ears were turning red. He noticed your flustered state and smirked, tucking your stray hairs behind your ear "you look like those cherries on your dress" he chuckled "you know, you're actually really cute but I don't know why you hate me" Jeonghan spoke, removing earphones from both yours and his ear.

You thought you misheard him, but no. "what..?" Your voice came out in a whisper. "You heard me right" Jeonghan says, maintaining eye contact with you.

He noticed that the bus was going into a tunnel. He looked around the bus to see if anyone was looking at y'all, but everyone was paying attention to other things or sleeping. "Fuck it" Jeonghan mumbles, you furrowed your eyebrows. The bus went into the tunnel, making your surroundings dark and you felt something on your lips. You froze. Yoon Jeonghan, the guy you apparently hate was kissing you.

You don't know what got into you but you kissed him back, closing your eyes. You must've caught him off guard by doing that. Jeonghan pulled away from the kiss as the bus got out of the tunnel, light filling the bus again. Jeonghan smirked as he brought his thumb to your lip "your lipstick smudged" he wiped the excess lipstick with his thumb. You let out a small squeak before hiding yourself into your hands.

"어? 부끄럽냐? You didn't seem shy when you kissed me back" Jeonghan whispered into your ear. You smacked his arm before hiding yourself into your hands again. "Ah" he rubbed the spot you hit. Throughout the whole ride, Jeonghan kept teasing you.

"Guys wake up, we're already here!" Seungcheol alerted everyone. You grabbed your bags and sprinted out off the bus. Jeonghan chuckled as he grabbed his bags as well. "Did you do something?" Seokmin asked Jeonghan. Jeonghan ran his fingers through his hair while smirking "nah nothing, may or may not have kissed her." "wHat-"

"Okay everyone gather up and stand next to your partner please" Seungcheol spoke. Jeonghan stood next to you, you took a small step away from him. He just smirked and turned his attention to Seungcheol. Seungcheol started announcing everyone's room number, "Jeonghan and Y/n, room 1004." You and Jeonghan nodded. "You all can go settle down in your rooms now, later at 6pm everyone has to gather up at the beach" Seungcheol dismissed all of y'all.

The walk to your room was silent, you were struggling to roll your luggage because of your goddamn tote bag that won't stay in place. You groaned as you adjusted the bag one last time, it was no use. Jeonghan looked over at you, one of his hands in his pocket as he dragged his suitcase. "Need help?" He asked. "No, I'm fine" you adjusted your tote bag again. "I know you're independent but you're clearly struggling" "let me be independent" Jeonghan snatches your luggage from you and dragged it with his, walking to your room. "hEy-" you caught up to him "you don't have to help" "shut up" "ok"

You both reached the room that was assigned to you both. You unlocked the door with the card given, your jaw dropped. "There's only one bed" "what". You entered the room and so did Jeonghan, you closed the door behind. "I'm gonna ambush Seungcheol." You threatened "I honestly don't mind sharing" Jeonghan spoke as he placed yours and his luggage aside. You raised your eyebrow "no it's okay, I'll sleep on the couc-"

"no"

"what do you me-"

"no"

"Stop cutting me of-"

"no, we're sharing the bed and that's final."

You rolled your eyes "fine, whatever."

"I'm gonna shower first" you said, getting out your towel from your luggage. Jeonghan hummed as he laid on the bed, using his phone. You went into the bathroom, closing the door behind you.

Jeonghan kept his phone down as he heard the shower running, he placed his arm over his forehead. He was thinking about the kiss you both shared, he couldn't help but smile. Damn, he wanted to kiss you again. He was too deep into his thoughts and didn't realize that you were calling out to him. When you came out of the bathroom, You were wearing a cream coloured dress which had lavenders on it, the dress had bow-tie straps and slightly exposed your cleavage.

Jeonghan looked up at the sound of the bathroom door opening and immediately his eyes widened, noticing the dress you were wearing and how good you looked in it. He stayed quiet for a few seconds, until you yelled out his name and told him to shower, “A-ah yeah I’ll do that now….” He said as he quickly got up from the bed, trying to hide how flustered he was, trying to keep his cool as he walked into the bathroom. He got into the shower and tried to push away the images of you.

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WARNINGS: mdni, car sex, edging, dirty talk, voyeurism, vibrator panties, sensory play, cumming, oral (f), mean jeonghan

CONTENT: jeonghan x fem reader; ²¹⁾ “if you want to come, you’ll have to beg.”

he got you some new panties before dinner out. not just simple panties but vibration ones. he convices you sweetly to have them during the night, you just accepted that he would be a little mean to you, but you kinda like it....

the night goes smoothly, the two of you dining peaceful until the wine has more than half bottle empty. his hands are starting to get a little bit too needy under the table as he strokes your thighs "should we have some fun now?" he whispers to your ear before clicking the button on the remote under his pocket. you jump on your spot by the sudden vibration in between your legs, the chair making a loud sound as you look around too worried but people looked away quickly "gonna get us caught that easily, hm?"

he kept his fun, clicking it on and off whenever he felt like, your cunt clenching non stop, getting more sensitive each time he starts off again. he goes up in intensity this time, you swear under your breath, the knock on your stomach right there after all the edging, you feel like you're about to have it... then he stops again.

"fuuuck, jeonghan!" you say quietly but desesparate, your face getting hidden in both of your palms as your elbows rest on the table.

"don't cry, baby. they will think im hurting you" he shamelessly say, grinning to himself.

all the way home felt the same, you have no idea how you haven't cum yet, he's torturing you. the wetness making it uncomfortable under your dress, you've never been wetter, you truly feel like it's about to spill down your inner thighs and stain his car seat. "i can't take it anymore!" you beg, your breathing unsteady and your wrist clenching around the dress material.

"if you want to cum, you'll have to beg" he simply state as you cry out.

"i don't want to cum in those damn panties, i want you" you shoot back and the the vibrator comes on again. your hips start running on nothing, your head thrown back as you moan his name before he stops again "if you do it one more time, im cumming, stop, please" you say, the aurosal starting to drip down your legs.

"take the panties off" he demands as he starts to park the car in your garage. his words sound like heaven as you don't think twice in pulling them off. "to the back seat, right now"

he comes after you, laying you down the leather cushion. he pecks your lips, pulling your dress up, a devilish smirk on his face before he goes down. "shit, baby, you made such a mess" your cunt is truly pulsating and glistening so much.

he comes closer, blowing the air over your clit, your grip finding his hair immediately as you almost scream in overstimulation. "please, jeonghan, let me cum, pleaseee!" you beg.

"that's a good girl. that's what a wanna hear" he praises, kissing your inner thighs not getting to your pussy yet. you try to pull him by the hair, the motion making him grunt before finally licking a long stroke over your core. you moan pleasantly. jeonghan collects the wetness to your clit, drawing circles with his tongue.

"yeah... right there, just like this. dont stop, please, let me cum, please, i've been so good" you keep mumbling. the knot on your stomach right there. he sucks your spot for a long time and you're coming down, finally. your legs tremble, closing around his head as he moans around your cunt. your moans of thank you s' feeling the hot air of the car and the blurry windows.

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Hey pookie so I just wanted to ask seeing that you didn't see any of my asks in your inbox could you write me a ff where you're in seventeen and you used to have a friends with benefits situation with wonwoo but now that's over and you're with josh but he knows that so now he wants to have a threesome with you and won I you are comfortable and have the time😊💗

threesome with; actual situationship!joshua & past situationship!wonwoo WC: 3.3k WARNINGS: smut, threesome, reader misses wonwoo, mentions of ovulation/sensitiveness, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), body fluids (cum) penetrative sex, a teeth scratch during blowjob—no pain, joshua and wonwoo making eye contact as they fuck you—idk, but felt like a warning.

you’re not entirely sure how it started. maybe it’s the way joshua’s always had this easy charm, like he knows exactly how to say shit that gets under your skin. but it’s not the kind of annoyance that makes you want to push him away, it’s the kind that makes you want to shut him up by doing things that leave the both of you breathless.

and wonwoo… well, wonwoo’s always been a different story. it’s not like he’s cold, exactly. just detached, distant. except when he’s not. except when his hands were on your hips, and his mouth was on your neck, and when he pulled you so close that it’s like he wanted to remind you how much he can feel.

it wasn’t supposed to last as long as it did, but it did. until it didn’t.

now, though? now you’ve got joshua, and that’s its own thing. he’s smoother than wonwoo ever was, always knows how to keep things light and playful even when his touch is hot and heavy. you’re not sure what to call what you have with him—it’s not exactly a relationship, but it’s not casual either. and he knows about wonwoo. of course he does. you never accomplished about lying to joshus, he knows everything about you, and you simply cant lie looking inside his eyes.

“so,” joshua says, leaning back against the couch, his eyes fixed on you with that lazy smirk you’ve come to expect. “what if we changed things up?”

you raise a brow, not quite following. “changed things up how?”

his gaze flicks over you, dark in his eyes now, something you’ve only seen in flashes before, right when he’s about to get serious. “i know about you and wonwoo. i know it’s over, but…” he lets the words hang there, knowing exactly how to build suspense. “what if it didn’t have to be over?”

you feel your stomach flip, your mind racing to catch up with the suggestion that’s hanging in the air like a loaded gun. “what the fuck are you talking about?”

he doesn’t flinch, doesn’t even look like he’s joking. “i’m talking about the three of us.”

you let out a laugh, more out of shock than anything. “a fucking threesome? with wonwoo?” it’s so ridiculous, but there’s something twisted in your chest that says it’s not entirely a bad idea.

joshua just shrugs like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “you said he was good, right? no reason to keep that all to yourself. besides… i’m curious.”

“curious?” you echo, still not believing what you’re hearing. “about what exactly?”

his smile turns wicked, and he leans forward, his lips brushing your ear. “about what it’d be like to see you with him. to see how you’d react if it was both of us. together.”

the idea rolls through your mind like wildfire, igniting thoughts you didn’t even know were buried there. you picture it—wonwoo’s quiet dom that you remembered, joshua’s charming and sensual—and suddenly, the room feels too hot, your heart beating too fast.

you lean back, eyes narrowed. “and what makes you think wonwoo’s even into that?”

joshua grins, knowing exactly what he’s doing. “oh, he’s into it. trust me.”

you don’t need to ask how he knows, and that’s what gets to you. this whole situation, as absurd as it sounds, feels almost inevitable. the tension between you and joshua’s always been good enough, but throw wonwoo into the mix, and it’s like adding gasoline to a slow-burning fire.

“you really think this is a good idea?” you ask, not sure if you’re talking to joshua or yourself at this point.

“i think it’s an idea,” he says, shrugging again, that confidence never leaving his face. “whether or not it’s a good one is up to you.”

you bite your lip, torn between the pull of curiosity and the weight of everything that’s gone down with wonwoo. it wasn’t messy when it ended, but it wasn’t exactly clean either. things like that don’t just disappear. they linger.

“fuck, you’re serious about this.” it’s not a question, more like a realization. joshua’s leaning in, his hands tracing light patterns over your skin, and you feel yourself giving in to the inevitable, even though part of you is still screaming that this is insane.

“completely,” he says, his lips grazing your jaw. “so, what do you say? wanna see how far we can push this?”

there’s a moment, where you think about what this could mean. it’s not just about sex, not with joshua and wonwoo involved. the way joshua’s eyes burn into yours as if he’s daring you to cross a line you can never uncross.

but then, you think about the way wonwoo used to look at you, that hunger in his sharp eyes, and the way joshua’s always been able to coax you into doing things you never thought you’d be into. and, well… maybe crossing that line isn’t the worst idea after all.

“alright,” the weight behind it feels like a door being kicked wide open. “let’s do it.”

joshua’s grin stretches wider, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “that’s what i thought you’d say.”

you can feel wonwoo's presence, even though wonwoo’s not here yet. but you know—you know—that when he is, things are going to change in a way none of you can ever take back.

and the fucked up part is? you’re not sure you’d want to.

[...]

“a threesome?!”

wonwoo’s voice cuts through the room. he’s standing at the foot of joshua’s bed, his eyes wide in disbelief—those same eyes that are always narrow, focused, but right now they’re blown open like he just heard the most ridiculous thing in his life.

honestly, you can’t blame him.

you sit there, smaller than you’ve ever felt, wrapped in the sheets like they might shield you from the exhasperation of his reaction. you’d expected some kind of pushback from wonwoo—he’s not exactly the most spontaneous guy—but the shock in his voice still stings more than you’d thought it would. joshua’s quiet beside you, arms folded across his chest, watching wonwoo with this unreadable look, lips pressed into a thin line. like he’s assessing the situation. like he’s waiting to see how this plays out.

“i—” you start, but your throat feels dry, your words dying before they’ve even formed. you shift, uncomfortable, but it’s not just the awkwardness of the moment. there’s something more, something deeper that’s making your skin feel hot, your body overly sensitive to every movement. you know what it is. you can feel it. your body’s buzzing, the ache between your thighs making itself known with every subtle shift of the sheets. you’re ovulating, and it’s making this whole thing worse, making your body respond in ways that are frustratingly out of your control.

wonwoo’s still staring, he looks at you, then at joshua, then back at you again. you don’t meet his eyes, can’t bring yourself to.

“are you serious?” his voice is lower now, more measured, but there’s still a note of incredulity in it.

you swallow hard, forcing yourself to look up at him. “yeah,” you say, voice quiet, but it’s the truth. “we’re serious.”

wonwoo looks like he’s processing it, his mind running a mile a minute, but there’s a flicker of something in his expression that tells you he’s considering it. and that’s enough for joshua, who leans forward slightly, his voice smooth, persuasive.

“it’s not as weird as it sounds,” joshua says, his tone light, like he’s just suggesting something casual, like going out for drinks. “you’re both already close. you trust each other, I know you for years. we’ve all got chemistry, right?”

wonwoo’s eyes narrow slightly at joshua, but the tension between them isn’t exactly hostile. it’s more like a challenge, like he’s weighing the pros and cons, trying to figure out if this is something he can actually wrap his head around.

finally, wonwoo sighs, rubbing a hand over his face, and when he speaks again, there’s a resigned sort of acceptance in his voice. “fuck it. okay.”

your heart jumps at the words. wonwoo’s gaze locks on yours, and for the first time in what feels like forever, there’s no distance between you. no walls.

joshua doesn’t say anything, but you feel his presence, the way his eyes are on you, observing every little reaction. there’s something almost possessive in the way he watches, like he’s waiting for you to make the first move.

you don’t wait long.

before you even realize what you’re doing, you’re reaching for wonwoo, pulling him down by the front of his shirt until his lips crash into yours. it’s messy, a little frantic, and you missed him. so, so much. like you missed him more than you were willing to admit. you can’t help the small sound that escapes your throat, the way your body responds immediately, almost embarrassingly fast.

wonwoo’s hands grip your waist, pulling you closer, torching the fire that’s already been burning low in your belly.

joshua’s still silent beside you, but you feel his eyes on you, feel the way his presence lingers, close but not touching. when you finally pull away from wonwoo, breathless and dazed, you glance at joshua. his lips are pressed together in a tight line, his expression carefully neutral, but there’s a tension in his jaw that tells you he’s not unaffected by what he just saw.

“fuck,” wonwoo mutters, his forehead resting against yours, his breath hot against your lips. “you’re… fuck, you’re wet already.”

you let out a shaky breath, your body pulsing with a need that’s only getting worse. “yeah,” you admit, not even embarrassed by it. “it’s… it’s the timing.”

wonwoo raises a brow, confused for a second, before realization dawns on his face. “oh.”

wonwoo knew about “the timing” he used to be your relief for it, and he remembered how sensitive you were.

joshua finally speaks up “she’s sensitive right now. been like this all day.”

you want it. you need it.

wonwoo’s eyes darken, his fingers tightening on your waist. “is that right?”

joshua’s watching closely, his hand brushing over your thigh, and the contact is enough to make your breath hitch, your body already responding before you can even think about it. “she’s all yours for now,” joshua murmurs. “but don’t get too comfortable.”

wonwoo’s lips are on yours again, his hands exploring your body with a familiarity that makes the nostalgia wash over you like grandma's food, and you can’t help but respond, your body arching into him.

every touch, every kiss feels magnified, like your senses are on overdrive, and it’s all you can do to keep yourself from losing control entirely. you’re wet, so wet it’s embarrassing, and you know they can both feel it, know exactly how badly you want this, how badly you need it.

“fuck, you’re so sensitive,” wonwoo breathes against your skin, his fingers teasing along the waistband of your underwear, and you whimper at the contact, your hips bucking involuntarily. “can’t believe how wet you are.”

joshua leans in, his lips brushing wonwoo's ear as he whispers, “told you she’s been like this all day. it’s driving her crazy.”

you let out a shaky breath, wonwoo’s fingers dip lower, brushing against your soaked core, and you moan, your head falling back against joshua’s shoulder. it’s too much, but at the same time, it’s exactly what you’ve been craving, what your body’s been screaming for all day.

joshua’s hand slips under your shirt, his fingers brushing over your tits, twisting the hardened nipples, he’s letting wonwoo have you, letting you drown in it, knowing that it’s only a matter of time before he takes over.

wonwoo’s fingers slide inside you, slow at first, and the instant he curls them, you feel your body react, hips stuttering forward like you’re trying to chase the sensation, but can’t quite control it. it’s like your entire body remembers him, remembers the way he used to touch you, how he knows exactly what makes you fall apart.

you gasp, your forehead pressing against his chest, his free hand coming up to hold the back of your neck, keeping you close. “fuck,” you whisper, your breath ragged, your skin burning, fever. “wonwoo…”

he doesn’t respond with words, just lets out a low hum, his fingers working inside you with an infuriating pace, slow but so damn effective. you clench around him, feeling the wetness start to drip onto the sheets beneath you, and your mind’s a blur.

then, they share a look—wonwoo and joshua, their eyes meeting over your trembling form like they’re communicating something quietly between them. it makes your stomach tighten. wonwoo’s chest rumbles with a deep chuckle as you crumble against him, barely able to hold yourself up.

“fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight,” wonwoo mutters, his fingers start moving faster, curling with every thrust, hitting that sweet spot inside you that makes your knees buckle. “didn’t think you’d be this sensitive.”

“wonwoo—” you choke out, your head falling back, and your hand reaches out blindly for joshua. he’s pulling away, but you need him, need both of them. “joshua—”

you hear him groan softly, and when you turn your head, you see him standing there, his hand wrapped around his cock, pumping it slowly, watching you like he’s savoring the sight of you falling apart on wonwoo’s fingers. “fuck, you look so good like that,” he says, his voice thick with lust. “so fucking needy.”

you bite your lip, moaning as wonwoo’s fingers slide deeper, the wet, obscene sounds filling the room as your body betrays you. your thighs tremble, your hands clawing at the sheets, the sensation of being split between them making your head spin. “joshua,” you moan again, voice breaking. “please… come back.”

he doesn’t need much more convincing. you watch as he steps forward, his cock hard and slick in his fist. “you want me that bad, huh?” he murmurs, the teasing lilt in his voice cutting through the haze clouding your mind. “can’t handle just wonwoo?”

wonwoo chuckles softly, his fingers still working inside you. “she’s falling apart already,” he mutters, his breath hot against your neck. “not sure she can handle both of us.”

“she can,” joshua says confidently, his thumb swiping over the tip of his cock as he steps closer, looming over you. “she just needs a little encouragement.”

you’re already panting, your body on edge, teetering dangerously close to losing control completely. you can feel the wetness coating his hand now, dripping onto the sheets, and it only makes the whole thing worse. every little movement makes you more sensitive, your body almost too responsive, and the frustration builds in your chest.

joshua kneels down on the bed, his cock brushing your lips, and you open your mouth automatically, desperate to have him inside you. but the second you try to take him in, wonwoo’s fingers curl again, and you gasp, your body jerking uncontrollably.

“shit—” you whimper, struggling to breathe, “i can’t—”

joshua presses the tip of his cock against your lips, his eyes burning into yours. “oh, you’re just gonna have to try a little harder, baby.”

you moan against him, your hips rolling instinctively into wonwoo’s hand, your body caught in this maddening push and pull between the two of them. joshua slides his cock past your lips, and the feeling of him, heavy and warm on your tongue, only intensifies the sensation of wonwoo’s fingers inside you. you choke a little, struggling to focus on either one of them, but it’s impossible.

wonwoo’s pace picks up, his fingers thrusting deeper, and just when you think you can’t take it anymore, he pulls them out, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing. you whine at the loss, your head spinning, but before you can even process it, he’s shifting lower, pressing your thighs apart with a firm grip.

“wonwoo—” you gasp, your words muffled around joshua’s cock.

“shh,” wonwoo murmurs, his breath hot against your inner thigh. “just relax.”

and then his mouth is on you, his tongue licking a broad, slow stripe up your center, and your entire body seizes up, a broken moan ripping from your throat. your hips buck against his mouth, but he holds you down, his grip tight on your thighs as he starts devouring you like he’s been waiting for this moment forever.

“fuck,” joshua mutters, his hand tightening in your hair as you struggle to take him, the combination of wonwoo’s tongue on your clit and joshua in your mouth pushing you past the point of reason. “you’re so fucking wet. wonwoo’s making a mess out of you.”

you can’t respond, can barely even think, your mind a swirling mess. wonwoo’s tongue is relentless, teasing and sucking at your clit, his fingers slipping back inside you as he eats you out like it’s his only mission in life. you can feel your legs shaking, your entire body trembling as you try to keep up, but it’s impossible. every touch, every thrust of his fingers makes you more sensitive, makes it harder to breathe.

“fuck, i can’t—” you gasp, pulling off joshua’s cock for a second, your voice a desperate, breathless whine.

joshua just chuckles darkly, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand. “you’re doing so good, baby. just a little more.”

wonwoo hums in agreement, the vibration against your clit making your entire body jolt, and you feel yourself spiraling, the tension building faster than you can handle. his tongue flicks over you again, and this time, he focuses on that one spot—the needy, throbbing clit—sucking just hard enough to send you over the edge.

you cry out, your back arching off the bed, your entire body shuddering as the orgasm rips through you, and you can’t do anything but ride it out, trembling and gasping for breath as wonwoo keeps going, his mouth never letting up.

“fuck, look at you,” joshua mutters, his voice full of awe as he watches you fall apart. “so fucking beautiful when you come. i love it.”

wonwoo finally pulls back, his lips shiny and slick with your cum, his eyes dark and hungry as he looks up at you. “she’s not done yet,”

and you know he’s right.

“fuck, look at you,” wonwoo mutters, pulling back from between your legs, his lips still glistening with you. “i’ve got you ready for him, haven’t i?” the heat in your cheeks burning deeper as you realize what he means.

you don’t have time to respond before joshua's hands are on your hips, pulling you up to your knees. the shift makes you gasp, you glance back at him.

“yeah, you’ve got her real nice and wet for me,” joshua says, the blunt head of his cock teasing at your entrance. “good job, wonwoo.”

you feel a kick of embarrassment making your legs shake. wonwoo’s hand comes up to brush against your cheek, turning your face toward him as he looks down at you with that familiar gaze. “c’mere,” he murmurs, his thumb grazing over your lips. “i missed your pretty mouth.”

your lips part automatically, like you’re drawn to him, and before you know it, you’ve wrapped your hand around the base of his cock, guiding him toward your lips. he groans softly as you take him in, his hand resting on your jaw, fingers curling slightly as you suck him in deeper.

“god, i missed this,” he breathes out, his voice catching as you swirl your tongue around him, taking him deeper into your throat. “missed how fucking good you are at this.”

your cheeks flush at the praise, your body humming as joshua teases you from behind, the tip of his cock just narrowly entering you. wonwoo’s hand tightens on your jaw, guiding your movements as you bob your head up and down, your lips stretched around him. the weight of him on your tongue, the taste of him—everything is overwhelming in the best way.

but just as you start to take him in throat, joshua suddenly thrusts into you from behind, hard. the sharp intrusion makes you gasp around wonwoo’s cock, your teeth scraping lightly against him as the sudden cock fills you all at once.

“shit—!” wonwoo curses, his hips jerking as your teeth graze him, not enough to hurt, but enough to make him jolt. his eyes widen in shock, but then a shaky laugh escapes his lips, his free hand tightening in your hair as he steadies you. “motherfucker.”

joshua lets out a loud laugh behind you, clearly amused by wonwoo’s reaction. “sorry about that,” he says, but there’s no real apology in his tone, only satisfaction as he starts moving inside you again, his hips snapping forward with sharp, controlled thrusts that have you whimpering around wonwoo’s cock.

“you’re such a fucking asshole hyung,” wonwoo mutters, but the words are strained, his voice catching as he watches your lips stretch around him. his hand rests on the back of your neck now, guiding your head in time with his shallow thrusts as he slowly fucks your mouth. “fuck, just like that. good girl.”

joshua’s pace is relentless, his hips slamming into you from behind, both filling you—wonwoo in your mouth, joshua inside you.

“god, you’re so fucking tight,” joshua groans, his hands gripping your hips harder as he pushes deeper, the wet, obscene sounds of him fucking you filling the room. “woo, you’ve got her all loosened up, but she’s still so fucking tight around me.”

wonwoo chuckles, but it’s strained, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he watches you struggle to take both of them. “yeah?” he mutters, his voice rough. “she’s so fucking wet, isn’t she? dripping all over you.”

joshua’s pace falters for just a second as he glances up at wonwoo, and for a moment, they lock eyes. it’s strange at first, like neither of them expected to find themselves in this situation—watching each other while they both take you apart. its strange, strange because...

they start to enjoy it.

they enjoy the way their faces contort, the way their moans mix together, the sight of you caught between them—cocks twitching.

joshua whimpers as looking wonwoo's eyes, a smirk playing at his lips as he gives you another sharp thrust, just to watch you choke around wonwoo’s cock.

the sound of both of them moaning, cursing, panting—it only makes you wetter, makes you crave more.

“shit,” joshua breathes out, his voice strained as he keeps up the brutal pace, his hand sliding up your back, fingers digging into your skin. “fuck, you’re taking us so well.”

wonwoo’s face contorts, his hand tightening in your hair as his cock twitches in your mouth. “you’re gonna make me come if you keep going like this,” he groans, his eyes rolling back slightly as he fights to stay in control.

you whimper around him, your body shaking as the pleasure builds higher and higher, and you can feel yourself getting closer, every movement, every touch is pushing you nigher, and the sounds of their moans, the way they’re both so fucking into it—it’s enough to send you over.

“cum for us,” joshua growls, as his hips slam into you again, harder this time.

wonwoo’s grip tightens, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts as he watches you, his fingers flexing slightly on the back of your neck. “show us how fucking good you are.”

your body finally gives in. you come hard, your entire body shaking with the power of it, your lips trembling around wonwoo’s cock as you gasp for air.

“fuck,” wonwoo groans, his hand tightening on your neck as his hips stutter forward, his cock twitching in your mouth as he follows you over the edge.

joshua isn’t far behind, his hips slamming into you one last time before he lets out a sly, throaty moan, his body tensing as he spills inside you, filling you up.

wonwoo pulls out of your mouth slowly, his thumb brushing over your swollen lips as he looks down at you. you look at him shaking your head, taking his cock inside your wet mouth again.

the man melts on the headboard, joshua sat, looking how you look eager to make wonwoo cum, like you just cant leave him hanging. your knees give out, but your neck keep working to bob your head.

there's a line of spit dripping from your chin, as you suck him moaning, as the simply action of sucking him, was stimulating you. wonwoo eyes are glued with joshua's, the hyung biting his own bottom lip as he watches every single detail.

wonwoo feels the cock twitching, the gaze of his hyung plus the warmth of your mouth, making him cum on spot. he looks back at you again, the cum filling your tongue, leaving traces of it on your chin and neck, as you moan dumbly before laying on his thigh.

the boys make eye contact again, a smile spreading across their lips.

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Camp Seventeen: Chapter 1

Pairing - Afab!reader x ot13 (OC x 1 member? 1.5 members? 2 members? Idk man, please read and let me know)

Word count - 13K

Genre - Greek Demigod AU! We’ve got crack, smut (tags for the chapter are under the cut), fluff , angst, hurt, comfort, all of it in this series, buckle up!

Chapter summary - It's been a week since you stepped foot in Camp Seventeen - as you navigated the days trying to wrap your head around the 13 boys, one's touch and another's voice start to become a bit too bothersome....

A/n - And the series has finally kickstarted! Please read the prologue before this! I won't be revealing which member/s is in each chapter, I want you guys to find out as you read so I hope you have fun :) Big thanks to @okiedokrie and @c-oupsie for helping beta read this, y'all are the sweetest <3

I do have a taglist so comment/DM/send an ask to be added! And if you enjoyed reading, please don't forget to leave feedback in the comments or tags - we've got lots of chapters to go and hearing thoughts really helps <3

Smut warnings - mutual masturbation, fingering, use of a very questionable dildo, is this considered cheating? Idk it's all blur here, jerking off, cum feeding, cum eating and I hope that's all?

“Fucking hell.” 

You mumbled, waking up the same way you had been for the last one week - startled and nearly jumping off your bed. 

While most people began their days to the ringing of alarm clocks (or roosters if they preferred the countryside), you regularly woke up to the sound of Seungcheol’s eagle screeching in your ear. 

Turning your head, you glanced at Zephyr perched on the window before it gave you a short nod of acknowledgement and flew off into the darkness. Yes darkness, because unlike most people, your day also began at 4 fucking am in the morning. 

Groaning and stretching, you sat up, holding back the large yawn that was threatening to pull you back to sleep. If Zephyr was here to wake you up, that meant you were late yet again and you hated that - you had done too many walks of shame to the training field and were in no mood to be conspicuously stared at by 13 boys as you stumbled over, carrying all your gear. 

Knowing you didn’t have enough time to drop by the washroom, you popped a mint and sprayed some deodorant before quickly grabbing your things and running out into the darkness. 

The sun was just starting to peek from between the mountains as the House Of Zeus became smaller and smaller behind you. Although you had a long list of concerns living with Seungcheol, an unbeatable advantage was how close his residence was to the training grounds. Still, you could somehow never manage to be punctual. By the time you reached, you were 15 minutes late and Seokmin had already begun the morning drills. 

“Two laps around the field newbie.” He muttered as you walked past him, habituated to receiving the same punishment everyday. 

While you begrudgingly jogged around the perimeter of the grounds, your mind wandered to everything and nothing that happened over the past few days. 

Life at camp so far had been…. strange. 

You would be lying if you said you were already accustomed to life here. You most certainly were not. And forget a week, not even a year could prepare you for what living in the wild was like. 

To begin with, there was no electricity here. That’s right, no lights, no air conditioning, no Internet, nothing. 

Member’s began their days at sunrise and ended it as sunset - after all nothing much could be done in the dim illuminance of the fire torches scattered all around the base. So of course for you, who functioned best from 1 to 3am, this archaic way of life was highly inconvenient. 

The only place that had even a trace of something technologically advanced was the Great Hall - some of the more brainy boys had managed to set up a small circuit for kitchen appliances, laundry machines, a small charging station and that was about it. Rumor was that Wonwoo's residence had its own circuit too, but no one could really confirm that intel - it was as though none of them had ever ventured into the House of Hades. 

And as though the lack of scientific inventions was not enough, showers…..were communal. Apparently it made more sense that water lines were directed to one common bath house rather than to each individual house. For them it was definitely more convenient to have the baths, jacuzzi and sauna all in one place, but for you that meant waiting everyday after training for the whole lot of them to be done washing up before you could do the same, with some privacy. 

Oh and speaking of privacy, in the last week you spent here, you had come to realize that in this all-boys-greek-mythology world, it was privacy that was the real myth. Obviously after years of living together the boys were close but sometimes, they were perhaps a tad bit too close - like the time you had walked in on Mingyu and Seokmin boxing in just their underwear or when Soonyoung and Seungkwan sat right next to you, loudly comparing their dick sizes. You usually drew the line at phallic discussions.

The one place on camp that perhaps gave you some alone time and space away from the mess that the boys were, was the library. Considering you had shifted the last year of your University to an online study, you had a shit ton of assignments to complete and that was the only place you were able to get anything done at all. It was like the boys didn’t even know the study building existed - no one cared enough to go there so yeah, maybe occasionally, you also allowed yourself to let down your hair, sing in your horribly off pitch voice and dance to beats from your walkman. Outside those four walls it was impossible for you to feel even a little peace and quiet. 

Surprisingly, not even the temple, which one would think would be a place of sanctity, was spared from the deviant actions of the boys. The altar was less a place of worship and more a place for bargains and exchange deals - it was the only way to connect to the gods, aka, the parents in Olympus. 

You had come to learn that just like the human world, not all God parents loved their kids the same - some members were regularly showered with gifts and goods, others would not receive so much as a response. You found yourself falling in the second half. Your father never cared for you in the human world and apparently, neither did your mother. 

Brushing off the thoughts of the woman you had thought was dead for the last 25 years, you wrapped up your punishment and joined the boys for morning exercises, ready to start yet another tiring day. 

“All done!” 

Joshua gave you a sweet smile as he stepped out of the bath house, rubbing the towel into his wet hair. Thanking him softly, you walked into the showers, stripped out of your clothes and turned on the hot water. The mud that Minghao had you rolling in today as part of combat training washed off as the heat worked to soothe your aching muscles. Lathering shampoo onto your scalp, you finally felt yourself relaxing, letting your favorite citrus smell take over your senses. Outside the bath house, you could hear Seungcheol raising his voice, instructing all the members to head for breakfast, loud footsteps following his words. 

Choi Seungcheol….. Living with him so far had been frustrating. 

When you first stepped into his residence, you told him that you’ve always lived alone so it might take you a while to adjust to living with someone and Seungcheol seemed to inwardly decide that giving you space was his life's purpose. After that, whenever you appeared before him, he politely greeted you and walked away. Whenever you stood as much as two feet near him he took a step back, like he didn't want to intrude on your personal space. Whenever you sat in his vicinity, he excused himself stating he'll give you some ‘me-time’. 

You wish he knew how much you were in fact craving for the exact opposite - You wanted Choi Seungcheol. God you so badly wanted him. 

It wasn't like you could just make a move on him because 

1.Hell no you didn't want him or anyone in this camp to realise just how (as Jihoon called it) thirsty you were and 

2. Seungcheol wasn’t just anybody, he was the leader. Members bowed to him when he walked by, even the companions, specially Patricia who listened to no one, obeyed him - anything and everything on this camp premises held him at the highest regard. You couldn't just walk up to such a man and tell him, “hey, you're hella hot and I'm hella attracted to you, I wish you would ravage me.”???? 

All you could hope was that Seungcheol somehow approached you on his own but that seemed questionable given the clear line he had drawn between the two of you. 

The one person you wished would actually draw a line was the first one to always cross it - Yoon Jeonghan. You knew he and Seungcheol were the same age and that they were close but you didn't understand just how close they had to be for Athena's son to barge into the leaders residence whenever he wanted? Even at times you were changing your clothes or lying casually on the bed in your night dresses that barely covered anything. 

The most infuriating part was Jeonghan did not ever apologize - he'd just laugh and walk away and you wanted to do nothing more than throw a shoe at him. For some reason he enjoyed getting on your nerves, he enjoyed making you angry and it wasn’t just you - in the last one week, it was evident that Jeonghan was a pain in everyone's ass but somehow they all adored him? You didn't get why they all seemed to love a man who always liked to pull their leg, never leaving any chance to fool them with his wit - you assumed they just preferred to be on his good side so all his harmless fun remained harmless. 

Even Joshua, who was one of the sweetest people you knew, seemed to have a soft spot for Jeonghan. 

When you asked him why he said before Jeonghan joined camp, Seungcheol was very uptight and ran the camp like a military barrack - it was the former’s pranks and carefree attitude that allowed members to be at ease. Though he was talking about Jeonghan, you knew what Joshua’s words truly reflected were his own good nature. He just seemed like the kind of guy who could do no wrong - like a pure, sweet soul. The days after you first arrived at camp it was Joshua who showed you around, guided you with everything and tried to make you feel at home. No one else really tried to get to know you as a person - they were all more interested about how and why you landed in their camp. 

It also helped that Joshua was extremely pleasant on the eyes - at times when you didn’t want to feel overburdened by thoughts, you loved to sit next to him and watch him work on his little craft for the day or write that new novel of his. Yes he was good looking and yes when he smiled, you felt dazzled, but it was his sweet disposition that made you choose his company over the other members.

On the days he would go off to the city for some work, the next best place you found yourself was on Jun’s farm. Not that he was particularly nice to you or anything, Jun was…. quiet. He seemed to always do his thing, not bothering anyone, only speaking when required. When the evenings rolled around, you liked to take Natalie on a walk to visit the man she had a big fat crush on. Honestly though, who wouldn’t have a crush on someone like Jun - though he was the one working in the fields, it was you who was sweating, just watching him. 

Although you did want to talk to him, try to get to know him a little bit, you chose not to - as someone who enjoyed the peace and quiet, you decided to let at least some member offer you that because guys like Soonyoung sure as hell could not. 

Soonyoung was…….. A teenager stuck in a man’s body. Oh yeah he was hot as hell - just the nice build with muscles popping in all the right places. He knew how to dress better than most people on camp too - if you had seen him somewhere else, you would have thought he was one of those cool kids you always saw on campus. 

But that image of him was destroyed the moment he sat on a Leopard and insisted it was a tiger. Over the last week, that was the predominant discussion between the two of you. That and his incessant flirting. Or rather, attempt to flirt. All he came across was cheesy, kinda humorous and loud. Extremely loud. 

Wonwoo on the other hand was as silent as the night. 

Most of the time you didn’t even know if and when he was around, it was like he was non-existent. The members too didn’t seem to bother much with what he did - you noticed he didn’t wash up with the others, often hitting the showers after you were done. He never came for any meals on time, he always stayed back, even after all the members dispersed for the day - he just seemed to function however he liked and no one questioned him. He never questioned you either - Not once did Wonwoo ever attempt to make conversation with you or even meet your eye. It was like he couldn’t care less and that wasn't very pleasant for you. 

Someone who seemed to care a lot though, was Jihoon. Oh Jihoo was quiet too, but somehow he had his eyes on everything. Everything you did, everything you saw, even everything you felt seemed to find its way into Jihoon’s radar - he just knew. It terrified you that he was able to see right through you but the good thing about Jihoon was that he generally kept his mouth shut and wasn’t too keen on discussing his observations. Regardless, his presence made you feel extremely conscious and a part of you often tried to not be alone with him, lest he could read your mind or something. 

As the last of the soap rinsed off you, you turned off the water and grabbed your towel, patting yourself down. Your body was sore and aching all over - Minghao said that was because you were not used to such combat routines and in a few months time you would get used to it but you weren’t really sure if you had it in you to tolerate all this for that long. 

You also still had no idea what exactly these skills were needed for but from the conversations you overheard, it sounded like some sort of competition? That was both unlikely and terrifying cause who really competed with swords and spears anymore but if it was true, then what the actual hell??? Minghao said he didn’t want to scare you with the details just yet and would explain everything when the time came. For now, you were to focus on building your core strength and basic self defense, in case the camp is ever attacked…. Yes, cause that is less scary, way to make one feel better. 

But that was the thing about Minghao - he did not have the habit of sugar coating things. He was honest with his feedback no matter how rude it sounded and though sometimes it did make you feel like shit, he also made sure to push you to do better. You knew if there was anyone you could approach for a real, unbiased opinion, it was him. 

The same could not be said for Mingyu though - everything that came out of his mouth was saccharine sweet to the point it actually annoyed you. There was no doubt he was a nice guy - he was handsome, goofy, really good with his hands, really really good with his brain but the same didn’t extend to his mouth. His style of getting your attention was to ceaselessly seek validation and unfortunately for him, you weren’t really someone who was great with words of affirmation. When he was not trying so hard to please though, Mingyu was truly the biggest sweetheart with the fattest, most caring heart you had ever come across - the kind one wanted to wrap in bubble wrap and tuck away safely. 

Seokmin too fell in the same category - the type who was so precious, it was hard to believe people like him even existed. The only reason you were able to survive these few weeks of training despite coming late was because Seokmin had your back every time Seungcheol wasn’t watching - allowing you to take breathers, overlooking the fact that you were doing less sets than you were supposed to, things of that sort. He was always sweet and calm, giving you soft smiles and sweet eye crinkles. 

With his members though, Seokmin was a whole different person - he was unnaturally loud, extremely energetic and all over the place. The problem was, you didn’t know which of the two was the real him. You weren’t really sure why but something told you Seokmin wasn’t the man he seemed like and a strange curiosity coursed through you every time you interacted with him. 

Seungkwan on the other hand was the exact opposite, he was exactly what he seemed like - always annoyed, unabashedly honest and unnecessarily snarky. In a way, you understood him - Seungkwan had the habit of taking on many things at once and keeping him unbelievably busy. In university, you too were like this - you took extra modules, signed up for multiple clubs, worked an internship alongside a couple of part time jobs and more. You liked to be occupied, to not allow yourself the room to think about what your life could have been otherwise. Maybe that’s why you saw yourself in Mr. Busy Boo - always roaming around with that bluetooth in his ear, attending some meeting or the other, frequently heading to the city to get work done - ‘rest’ was just not a word in his dictionary.

But even amidst all this business and even though his automated response was to snap back at people, he still managed to bond really well with the members despite having joined the camp only a few months before you had. It was like they all needed him to be their constant reality check. 

The one who you thought required his presence more than anyone was Hansol. A man like him whose entire personality was avoidant needed someone like Seungkwan who would drag him into everything forcibly. Hansol wasn’t like Wonwoo, who was unbothered, couldn’t care less and pretended like you didn’t exist. Hansol was well aware of your presence and chose to actively avoid you every time - if you remembered right, there were even instances when he had practically run away from you. Something was just weird about that guy. 

Perhaps the most normal of them all was Chan - actually he was just as loud and consistently blabbering much like some of the others but something about him made you feel very fond of him. Sure he was the same age as you but he felt like a child, always babied by his members, always grinning like a cheshire cat. And consequently, you too naturally babied him and Chan too enjoyed it - the two of you were perfectly content with your dynamic. 

If only you got that same feeling with everyone else……

As you grabbed your things and stepped out of the bath house fully dressed, Wonwoo was standing outside with a towel slung on his shoulder, scrolling through his phone. Without so much as looking at you, he walked past you, into the shower room, loudly shutting the door behind him. 

“Can you ever be on time?” Jeonghan sighed, handing you a plate of pancakes as you looked around realizing everyone was nearly done with breakfast. “It’s not my job to wait your table every morning.” 

“Until you lot arrange for me to have my own shower,”  You grabbed an apple, taking a bite into it as you sat at the extra long dining table. “I’m afraid this is exactly how late I will be everyday.” 

“You know what they say sweetie,” Soonyoung whisked the apple from your hand, taking a bite of his own. “If you can’t beat the crowd, join the crowd.”

You looked at him exasperatedly, knowing that he was just talking out of his ass. Maybe if it was someone else you'd be offended but seeing his childlike face and full cheeks, you were only mildly amused. 

“I'm more of the ‘don't join the crowd, let it follow you’ kinds.”

“Oh I'd follow you anywhere Y/n.” He sighed dreamily as you laughed, taking a bite out of your pancakes that were still too hot. 

“How about you start following your own girlfriend instead Kwon?” Minghao walked around the kitchen island shooting Soonyoung an unimpressed look. “Rumour is that she was seen outside the Dreamboys Disco and we all know exactly what one goes there for.”

“She's not my girlfriend anymore.” Soonyoung muttered. “We broke up.”

“Weren't you just planning an anniversary trip two days ago?” Seokmin looked at him quizzically. 

“Yeah then we argued over a location and she said it was better we broke up for a while.” 

“This is what, your third breakup this month?”

“Fifth.” He whispered sadly in a way that made you want to pat his back. “Sixth actually, if you count the one that lasted for 3 hours.” 

“I'll never understand these on again off again kind of relationships.” Seungkwan clicked his tongue, hurriedly grabbing a banana, balancing all the files in his hand. “The only thing it screams to me is disrespect.” 

“Okay Mr. Seung-I-am-the-son-of-Hera-and-marriage-is-the-way-of-life-Kwan” Soonyoung rolled his eyes. “Not every traditional relationship is healthy, and not everything unconventional is toxic.”

“Yes, except yours is both unconventional and toxic.” Seungkwan scoffed, raising his hand before Soonyoung retaliated. “I can’t care enough right now, tiger boy, I’m already late. We can reschedule your relationship counseling session sometime later.” 

“How about never?” Soonyoung grumbled as Seungkwan rushed off, attending a call on his bluetooth. “Who’s idea was it for him to join the camp again?” 

“Mine.” Seungcheol slid onto the seat across you, raising an eyebrow. “Is there a problem?” 

“Nope.” Soonyoung shook his head fast. “Absolutely not.”

Smirking just a little, Seungcheol turned to you, sliding a couple pieces of chicken breast off his plate onto yours. “You need to eat more Y/n, that little won’t last you through the day.” 

“Same goes for you..” Jeonghan mumbled, placing a bottle of protein shake near Seungcheol who gave him a grateful smile. From the corner of your eye, you saw Jun increase the portion of chicken to buy on the huge shopping list scribbled on the white board.

If there was anything you absolutely loved about this camp, it was the brotherhood. No matter what each member was like individually, as a team, they loved and cared about each other immensely. You weren’t really sure if and when they could extend the same for you but having lived alone nearly all your life, a part of you craved to be one of them, to be cared for like that. 

“I won’t be able to make it for the meeting tonight.” Wonwoo, as usual, strolled in much later than you and no one, as usual, had any complaints with that. In fact rather uncharacteristically nicely, Jeonghan handed him breakfast, shooting him a worried look.

“Why, what’s wrong?” 

“I need to drop by the headquarters today.” He sighed, sitting a couple of seats away from you. “There’s an important official coming and apparently my presence is needed.” 

“Will you be back by nightfall?” Seungcheol asked, looking concerned. You knew why he was worried - if Wonwoo wasn’t there on camp grounds at night that meant all the members had to take their places on the perimeter to guard overnight. Sleep was not an option that night. 

“Yeah,” Wonwoo replied, not looking up. “I will just have to miss out on the meeting for the lawsuit.” 

Right that meeting. The one you, Jeonghan and Wonwoo, had been trying to have for days now to sort out the biggest mess of your life. 

“Shouldn’t be a problem, Nonu.” Mingyu patted his shoulder, shooting you a wink. “Y/n has other plans with me today anyways.” 

You frowned confused as Mingyu clarified. “You were going to finalise your house plan so I could start construction, remember?” 

Oh yeah, you had that too. 

“Awesome, then I can go to the city today.” Jeonghan clapped cheerily, taking his apron off. 

“You don’t work today though…..” Jun muttered, looking at the shortage in the lunch boxes he had packed. 

“Don’t worry about food, I got some friends to meet over lunch.” The older man shot him a two-fingered salute before jogging out of the dining hall, earning Seungcheol’s tired sigh. 

“I can never keep up with him-” 

“Cab leaves in five!” Chan shouted, poking his head through the window. 

The members around immediately stuffed the last of their breakfast, grabbing their things hurriedly, rushing out to get the front seat in Chan’s car. Afterall, the ones behind had to squeeze to fit themselves in and the one hour bumpy ride to the city was not fun. From their collective groans though you could tell Jeonghan had called shotgun - the asshole was lucky as usual. 

Seungcheol downed the last of his breakfast with a fond laugh before turning to you. 

“Have a nice day Y/n, I’ll see you later.” 

You tried not to smile back at him too widely as your eyes followed him leaving the premises. When you turned back to your meal, you could feel a set of eyes keenly looking at you. Looking up, you saw Jihoon staring at you with a small smirk, his expression all knowing. Gulping, you excused yourself from there. 

You stared at the blueprint before you, humming skeptically. 

“Are you still not happy with the design?” Mingyu sighed, crossing his arms. 

“I don’t know.” You drawled. “Something about it feels….off.” 

“Something about your own design that you made for your own house feels off?” 

“Gyu.” Joshua chastised, standing up from the couch and walking over to you. “Artists second guess their work all the time, have some patience.” 

“I am patient.” The bigger man pointed. “But she’s unbelievably indecisive.” 

“I know, I’m sorry.” You looked up at Mingyu guiltily. “It’s just, I’m wondering if having a bathroom in my residence is a good idea or if I should just have another small one built by the bath house? I mean think about it - my residence is so far from the training grounds and the dining hall, if I had to walk all this distance everyday, I’m only going to be more late-” 

“I get it.” Mingyu patted your back. “I get your concerns but the sooner we finalize this, the sooner I can get to building it and the sooner you can get out of Seungcheol’s house and into your own space.” 

Ahhh. 

Right. 

A part of you was thankful that Jihoon wasn’t a part of this discussion otherwise he would’ve seen right through your subtle attempts to delay this process. You didn’t want to be an inconvenience on purpose but….. You were just a girl and you wanted to get to know Cheol a little better. It didn’t help that he was barely ever at home, leaving at the crack of dawn for training and only returning very late at night, after he finished attending night school doing that stupid astronomy degree of his. The only time you ever got with him was on Sunday because members did not train on Sundays - everyone was free to do whatever they wanted. And you wanted to do Cheol. 

So far you only had the chance to spend one weekend alone with him and maybe just maybe if you pushed your house construction a little you’d have the chance for another weekend or two. Then perhaps, you’d be able to take this unresolved, unnecessary tension with him somewhere. 

“How about you take a few days and work on your plan again Y/n?” Joshua rolled up the large paper carefully, handing it to you. “Whenever you’re ready let me and Mingyu know - we’ll try and figure out the materials, budget, feasibility and all that.” 

“It’s times like this I miss Jeonghan’s brain.” Mingyu clicked his tongue, disappointed. “Where did he say he was off to again?” 

“When does he ever tell us?” Joshua mumbled. “He should be back by nightfall though. Jun said he needed help with the fertilizer composition and Han told him he would help.” 

“Wow, he’s capable of being useful.” You rolled your eyes, stashing the blueprint into your bag. Mingyu and Joshua laughed, amused.

“Jeonghan is always useful..” 

“We still haven’t managed to figure out a thing about my lawsuit and my hearing is in a few weeks-” 

“Han and Wonwoo will sort it out Y/n, don’t worry.” Joshua rubbed your arm comfortingly. “They’re the best one can ask for.” 

“Yeah except I can’t seem to ask Jeonghan for anything cause he’s a little bitch or ask Wonwoo anything because for that he would need to realise that I exist and I don’t think he does.” 

“Wonwoo hyung is….” Mingyu trailed off. “He’s a little hard to understand. Just give him some time. Once you figure him out, you’ll know why he’s like this.”

Exasperated, you shook your head and walked away. Time was the one thing you never seemed to have. 

Like always, as the sun began setting you glanced out of the window of the library catching sight of the varied hues in the sky. On the camp ground you could see Mingyu riding his big mechanical bull, lighting up the fire torches around for the night. Pulling out the lighter from your bag, you stared at the candles stacked in the middle of the table. 

Sighing you cast the lighter aside and snapped your fingers, watching the flames come to life in your hand, dancing across your palm. Stretching your fingers, and moving your hand around, you watched the orange yellow light just glide across your skin like it was a pretty accessory and not literal fire that should have obliterated your hand by now. 

Fire never did burn you - how could it when a mere thought could make it come alive in your hands. You first discovered this when you were 16 and accidentally dunking your hand in a pot full of boiling water did not leave so much as a scar. Even though you were unscathed you roamed around for a few days with a fully bandaged hand - the world would have thought you were some sort of freak otherwise. Over the years you tried to play with fire in many ways, just to test your limits, just to see how far you could go and each time, much to your own dismay, the limit didn’t exist. Each time proved just how much you didn’t fit in the world, just how much you deserved to be alone because you really were a freak. 

But that was until a few weeks ago. 

Until you discovered it wasn’t the inability to burn that was the true madness - it was your ability to create fire itself. 

From there things spiraled. You learnt you weren’t the anomaly but a part of a rather large group of such circus acts - a world completely hidden from your own. In a cascade of events you were thrown into camp seventeen out of no will of your own and now, this was your life, this was your world. 

Holding your flaming hand over your redrawn sketches you glanced at them. Thanks to the two boys yet again canceling the meeting with you, you found yourself working in the library earlier than usual, exhausted by the time the sun set. As you debated between working a little more or heading back, the door opening with a slow creak made the decision for you - if it was windy outside, it was most likely going to rain and you didn’t want to stay long enough to get drenched. Quickly dousing the flame and blowing out the candles, you grabbed all your things and saw your way out. 

In the darkness, the camp was quiet as usual. You figured most of the members must’ve retired to their residences for the night and when you reached the House of Zeus, surprisingly, so had Seungcheol. 

“Y-you’re home.” You stuttered, watching the shirtless man, doing sit ups in the middle of the living room in the dim golden light of the paraffin lamps. 

Evidently Seungcheol hadn’t expected your presence so soon either because at the sound of your voice, he got up with a jerk, pulling a muscle in his abdomen. 

“Cheol oh my god-” 

“You’re early.” He got up wincing, holding the side of his trunk. “I’m sorry I should have been doing this in my room-” 

“I mean, the whole house is yours-” 

“There’s a heavy rain forecast today, not really much astronomy I can do-” 

“Yeah I came back because of the rain too-” 

“Yeah me too….” Seungcheol trailed off realising how silly he sounded. 

Grabbing his shirt from the floor, he attempted to put it on, groaning miserably at the pain shooting up his abdomen. Watching him struggle, you quickly dropped your things and tried to reach for him to help out, but just as your finger barely grazed over his skin, he stumbled back like he was electrocuted, pushing your hand away. 

“Don’t touch me.” 

“Cheol…. “ You frowned, confused. “I was just trying to help-” 

 “Seungcheol.” He corrected. “And I don’t need your help Y/n. Please just…. stay away from me.” 

You blinked at a complete loss of words at his unwarranted behaviour. Unsure about how you felt, you grabbed your bag from the floor, turned on your heel and walked out silently, the same way you came in. 

As usual, bad luck had followed you on your way out. 

Not only was your life miserable, the weather too decided to be a pain in your ass and it started drizzling the moment you stepped out of Seungcheol’s house. 

Even though the water was cold and you were shivering, you took off in the rain. You needed to get as far away from here as you could. 

You were such a fool. You should have known that Seungcheol wasn’t being nice or giving you your space, on the contrary he was keeping his distance, putting you at an arm’s length. It was evident today - not only was he uninterested, but somehow it seemed like your very presence was disturbing him in some way. 

And there was you who was always desperately wishing for the smallest interaction with him.. What an idiot. 

Hugging yourself, you walked further down the cobbled path. Tomorrow you were going to finalise your house plan with Mingyu and get out of Cheol’s house as soon as possible. But as much as you wanted to avoid him and pull yourself away, a part of you was still aching at the loss of something that you believed had a lot of potential. Why did it have to be him of all people? Why couldn’t it have been someone like Mingyu - he was hot as hell and unlike his leader, he actively showed interest in you all the time. 

As you raised your head, Mingyu’s house loomed before you and your feet, as if they had a brain of their own, took you towards his mini mansion of a residence. That was until you saw Jihoon stepping out of the same place and instinctively took a swift u-turn. 

The last person who could see you right now was Jihoon - that man would read you like an open book and know exactly how fucking embarrased you were. Hoping to god he didn’t spot you, you quickly ran, entering the nearest gate for temporary refuge, till you got out of his sight. 

But in hindsight, perhaps falling in Jihoon’s line of vision was better than the situation you had landed yourself in….. You weren’t really sure who’s house you had trespassed until the low growling expressed just how much his companion disliked it. 

Horang. 

Realising you had quite literally thrown yourself into the den of a wild cat, you froze, praying that it didn’t notice you and you could slip out as easily as you slipped in. But before you could do anything, a hand grabbed you quickly, leading you into the neighbouring cottage, shutting the door behind you. 

“Are you insane?” Soonyoung looked at you confused, shaking the water off his hair. “Why would you enter Horang’s enclosure unless you wanted to be ripped apart.” 

“I didn’t know….” You rubbed your arms, generating heat. “I was just….trying to escape the rain.” 

“You should have knocked on my door then..” He muttered, disappearing for a split second, returning with a towel in his hand. “Horang isn’t used to you yet so please don’t venture near my tiger in my absence - he only listens to me.” 

You tried not to hyperfixate on the inappropriate labeling of Horang in the off chance that an annoyed Soonyoung threw you back out. Instead, you accepted his towel, patting yourself dry, still shivering a little. With his hands on your shoulder, Soonyoung led you to the fireplace, guiding you to sit on the couch across. As you did, you glanced around his residence.

This was the first time you were in Soonyoung’s place and in all honesty, it looked much like that designated room in college dorms where all the parties happened - he had party lights everywhere, streamers hanging from the ceiling and techno music softly playing over the speakers. 

When you turned back to him, Soonyoung held out a christmas mug, with a grin. “Mulled wine.”

“I can’t.” You shook your head although in the headspace you were in, you could really use some alcohol. “I won’t be able to wake up on time tomorrow.” 

“It’s not like you’ll be on time even if you were sober.” He chuckled, immediately regretting his words as you narrowed your eyes at him. “You’re in the House of Dionysus. This is literally the only hot drink I have to offer.” 

Sighing you took it from him, desperate to have something warm coursing through your body after all that coldness you experienced earlier. 

“So, why are you out and about in the rain?” Soonyoung sank into the couch beside you, sipping a drink of his own. 

“I….just needed to be away from that house for a while.” You mumbled, taking a sip. 

“Why? Has Seungcheol gotten overbearing already?” 

“It’s not him….” 

“It’s always him.” Soonyoung sighed. “But it’s not his fault. He just has a lot of pressure on him to be perfect as a leader, you know? That sort of thing gets to you.” 

“I know. It’s just….. “ You sighed, not knowing how to explain things to him. “Forget it, I don’t want to talk about it.” 

“No, tell me.” He whined making you turn to him, finally noticing he was fully dressed from head to toe like he was about to march right into a party. 

“Are you going somewhere?” 

“Work?” Soonyoung stated like it was obvious. “Don’t tell me you forgot what I do.” 

You looked at him sheepishly. “I’ve been here for just a week Kwon and there’s thirteen of you so I’m sorry if it’s taking me some time.” 

“Forgiven.” He nodded amused. “I own the Midnight club in the city centre.” 

“Right, that big Demigod rave place.” 

“No, the Midnight club is for humans. There’s another club hidden behind it, After Hours - That’s for Demigods exclusively.” 

You let out an oh of realization as Soonyoung continued. 

“Business usually runs fine on its own but I try to drop by from time to time to just remind everyone who the boss is.” 

“I heard there’s a life size portrait of you behind the DJ booth to do the same.” 

“Obituaries are portraits too.” He rolled his eyes. “I need to let them know I am alive, kicking and always in charge.” 

You shook your head laughing. “Well then aren’t you getting late? You should probably leave by now-” 

“I don’t think I’m going.” He mumbled, downing his drink in one shot, red slowly creeping on his face. “Not in the mood.” 

Glancing at him silently, you just blinked at him. You knew guys like Soonyoung could not keep a thing in them - he would share whatever was bothering him without you even asking in three, two, on-

“The intel is that my ex is going to be there tonight.” 

“Ahh.” You crossed your feet on his couch, settling in. “And you don’t want to see her?” 

“I don’t want to see her with other men.” He gripped his mug tight. “With the news out that she’s single, guys will be falling all over her and I know she’s going to play along just to make me jealous.” 

“Well two can play that game right? You can do the same?” 

“What makes you think there are girls fawning all over me?” 

“Do you just want to hear me say you’re hot and that you could pull if you wanted to?” You cocked your head at him. “Cause I can. I have a little wine in me so I can use it as an excuse.” 

Soonyoung laughed, throwing his head back. “No I know I’m hot, but do you know who she is?” 

You shook your head, drinking up more. 

“Aphrodite’s daughter, the femme fatales of the demigod world - boys want her and girls don’t want to mess with her. No one is going to so much as look at her ex, forget trying to hit on me.” 

“Huh.” You pondered, the cogwheels in your brain turning. “Well technically, no one in the human world knows her so I’m sure one of them will-” 

“There’s no point of that. She knows I won’t go for a human.” 

“Why is that?” 

Soonyoung stared back at you a little hard before a small smirk formed on his face. “Y/n, are you a virgin?” 

You blinked, breaking out into a laugh. “I sure am drunk cause I seem to have missed why this intrusive question is relevant now?” 

Taking your empty mug from you, Soonyoung filled it up again from the pot. “What I mean is, demigods don’t sleep with humans sweetie.” 

“Why not?” 

“Because we’re half gods, do you think humans can really satisfy us?” Soonyoung raised his eyebrows. “Mortals can’t keep up with our sex drive.” 

As you looked confused, the smirk returned back to Soonyoung’ face. “Which is why I asked. If you haven’t realised that a mortal man can’t pleasure you, then either you’ve never had sex……. or you’ve never had an orgasm.” 

“I don’t have to answer that.” 

“Come on, humor me.” 

“Maybe I’m starting to get why your girlfriend dumped your annoying ass.” 

Soonyoung pouted, feigning hurt as you rolled your eyes. 

“So now if you want to get her back, you won’t be hit on by another demigod and you can’t be hit on by a human which means your only chance of making her jealous is with……” You looked at him intently. “Kwon Soonyoung, why are your eyes glimmering with mischief?” 

“You.” He took the cup from your hands and set it on the table, much to your dismay. “You’re the only one who she doesn’t know about and the only one who doesn’t know her…..” 

“So?” 

“Oh you’d be the perfect bait.” Soonyoung clapped his hands. “One look at you next to me and she’s going to be quaking in her boots.” 

“If you think I’m about to stroll into a nightclub and pretend to hit on you to make your ex girlfriend jealous you’re sorely mistaken.” 

“Why?” He whined. “Why can’t you do me a small favour. I saved you from Horong-” 

“Number one. If you didn’t pull me into your house, I would have ran out of the gate and been safe anyways-” 

“Sure.” 

“Number two, I don’t know what the hell is in this wine. Normally it takes a whole bottle to knock me down but two glasses in and I’m already buzzed-” 

“It’s a special blend.” 

“And number three, unfortunately for you, women are really observative creatures. One look at me next to you and she’s going to know there’s absolutely nothing going on between us.” 

Soonyoung opened and closed his mouth like he was thinking about what to say. “It won’t work out Kwon.” 

“This always happens.” He sighed. “She breaks it off with me for any small thing, goes on to have her fun, pushes me till I have to beg for her forgiveness and then she accepts it whenever she feels like. Everything is always whenever she feels like it. We haven’t even had sex in like two years-” 

“Okay.” You cut him off before he went into details you didn’t need to know. “If you’re so aware of what she’s doing, why do you always give in to her? Do you really like her or… is she just a habit?” 

“I don’t know.” Soonyoung stared at the floor, lost in thought. “I just know that we’ve been together since we were 18. And I can’t throw that away.” 

“I never knew you were such a romantic Kwon.” 

He laughed, sinking further into the couch. 

“You really want her back huh?” 

“I do.” 

“And this time do you want her to make the effort?” 

“A man can hope.” 

“Well then.” You turned to him. “Point number three was relevant only if she saw me…do you have your phone?” 

Soonyoung nodded, patting his many pockets and finally finding it, holding it out. 

“You're going to call and tell her you're hitting on me?”

“No…. If you give her a missed call will she call back?”

“Not immediately.” He sighed. “She'll take her time to pretend like she didn't see and then get back to me-” 

“Do it.” He continued to look at you confused. “Call her and cut the call.” 

He followed through but the frown didn't leave him the whole time. “Y/n what exactly are you doing?” 

“This may be a bit diabolical but it should do the trick.” You took a deep breath glancing at Soonyoung. “When she calls you back, she's going to hear us having sex.”

“W-what?” 

“Before you get any ideas, I'm not going to have sex with you Soonyoung, we're just going to make her think that we are.”

“How exactly will we do that?”

“We'll fake it.” You shrugged. “Make a couple of wet skin smacking sounds-” 

“and you could moan my name, say how good I'm making you feel.” 

“Didn’t you get onboard this real fast.” You narrowed your eyes at him. “I'm going to make it really clear once again that this is for her not-” 

Ring! 

At the sound of the ringtone both of you glanced at his phone and in a split second, Soonyoung picked up the call, holding it against his ear. Thankful that you got the opportunity to execute your idea so soon and determined to put up the show you promised, you immediately got to it, clearing your throat.

“Fuck yes Soonyoung, that feels so good-” 

With widened eyes and a swift movement, Soonyoung shut your mouth with his hand, shaking his head. 

“Yeah, yeah I remember…..Oh no that was just…. our cow?…..Yes Daisy, she's just having a rough night….. Anyways thanks for the reminder Hyungwon.”

You stared at him mortified, all the wine threatening to exit your system. 

“Yeah sure, see you tomorrow bro.”

Soonyoung brought down both the phone and his hand at the same time. 

“Oh god I’m so sorry, I thought it was-” 

“That’s your idea of having sex??” He looked at you shocked. “Thank god it wasn’t Mina because there was no way in hell she would have believed that?” 

“Hey, I had no preparation time, you try faking it off the bat.” You mumbled. “Besides, it wasn’t so bad.” 

“Wasn’t so bad?” Soonyoung looked scandalised. “Do you even know what you sounded like? Fuck yes Soonyoung, that feels good-” 

You leaned back inching away from him. 

“What the…..what was that?” 

“That's what you said.” 

“I know but” You frowned unsure if you heard right or if you were starting to get too drunk. “You sounded exactly like me. Like your voice, it….it was mine.” 

“Oh.” Soonyoung scratched the back of his head. “Yeah well um being the son of the God of Theater comes with its own skill set. Imitation helps confuse opponents during war - it has actually saved us in quests many times.”

“You can imitate anyone?”

Soonyoung nodded.

“Any sound they make?”

He nodded again as you let out a low whistle. 

“Well that's brilliant, then you don't even need me. You can make your girlfriend jealous by simply impersonating me.” 

“The keyword is imitate. I can only repeat sounds I hear, I can't just make them up.” He shifted in his seat. “So if I should impersonate you, I need to hear what you actually sound like during sex.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Don't push your luck Kwon.”

“I'm kidding.” He laughed leaning back into the couch, his eyes fluttering shut. “But you really have to work on the faking.” 

“Yeah I've been told.” You muttered as Soonyoung sat up again.

“Aha, so you have never had an orgasm!” 

“Because of a man, no I've not.” You confessed. “But bold of you to assume that I'm not perfectly capable of my own.”

Soonyoung looked confused. 

“Ever heard of masturbation, genius?” 

Soonyoung's mouth formed an O of realisation. “Well I've been in a relationship for almost 10 years so I've never had to take care of myself.”

“Don't rub it on my face Kwon.” You scoffed but regretted immediately knowing some dirty joke was going to come out of the man. So shutting his mouth with your hand, you held a finger to your lips. “Not a word. You're going to shut up till your girlfriend calls back.”

“That could be a very very long time.” He mumbled against your hand making you press it harder against his mouth with a shush. 

5 minutes later you were on your fourth mug of wine and Mina still hadn't called. 

10 minutes later, you were nearly falling asleep and Soonyoung was already snoring away beside you. 

15 minutes later the sound of the rain began to get softer outside. 

And 20 minutes later was when you finally lost your patience, shaking Soonyoung awake. 

“It’s getting late, I should go….” 

Soonyoung looked up at you sleepily as you got off the couch, standing up. 

“You should.….. I’m sorry, I shouldn't have roped you into this” He glanced at the blank screen on his phone. “Clearly Mina is either too busy having fun on her own or she doesn’t care.” 

You smiled at him sadly, as he pulled his feet up, snuggling into the couch. 

“I'm so sorry.” You whispered. “Goodnight Kwon.” 

“Goodnight sweetie.”

Setting the mug down, you grabbed your bag and opened his front door, relieved that the rain seemed to have stopped. But something was also stopping you from stepping out. 

Giving it a thought and sighing, you turned around, looking at the half asleep man again. 

“You said you could imitate me right?” 

Soonyoung's eyes slowly fluttered open.  

“So if you listen to how I actually sound, if and when she calls back, you can execute the plan on your own right?”

Soonyoung looked at you in a mix of confusion, drunkenness and sleepiness.

“Are you saying that…”

“No, I'm not going to sleep with you Kwon Soonyoung.”

“But you're horrible at faking.” 

“Yet again I'm going to remind you about masturbation.” 

You sighed, looking at his eternally lost expression. Grabbing his hand, you pulled him off the couch, leading him to his room. 

Soonyoung's room was just how you expected it to be - a mess. There were things scattered everywhere, all kinds of band posters up on the wall, snack wrappers all over the floor. 

He quickly kicked the trash under his bed and looked at you pleadingly. “You cannot tell Mingyu how messy my room is. And you most definitely cannot tell Seungcheol I'm snacking - he does not understand post break up slump.”

You gritted your teeth annoyed to be reminded of him again. Of course he didn't understand anything remotely related to feelings.

“Don't worry, no one's gonna know anything because you too are going to keep your mouth shut about whatever happens tonight.” 

“I still don't know what's happening tonight.” He mumbled as you walked around his room, glancing at everything. 

“I'm going to get myself off and you're going to listen and take notes.” Soonyoung's eyes finally widened in realisation.“Do you have a towel?” 

He nodded, quickly going through the stack of clothes piled on the chair across his bed and pulled out a long white one. Taking it from him you laid it down on his bed, the two of you staring at it mindlessly. 

“Could you also close the curtains?” You fidgeted with your fingers, putting your bag down at the foot of his bed as Soonyoung nodded. “Also dim the lights please.”

Following through your requests he tried not to look at you as you stripped out of your jacket and threw it on the bed. But when you unclasped your bra and pulled it out from under your shirt, Soonyoung was quite literally gawking. 

“I’m hot.” You mumbled as he walked back, standing much closer to you than he was before. 

“Yeah you are…. I mean,” He cleared his throat when you raised an eyebrow at him. “Yeah it's a little hot in here.” 

Both of you tried to ignore the sound of cold raining softly falling against the window. 

“On second thoughts,” You took a step back. “I don’t know if I can do this.” 

“W-why not?” 

“If you haven’t noticed I am buzzed as hell and I’m not sure I can do…. a great job on myself right now.” 

Lips slowly curling into a smile, Soonyoung cocked his head. “I can help.” 

“Yes and I can finally use all that combat training and kick your ass. Soonyoung I am not sleeping with-” 

“What? No, no I mean….. just wait here.” 

Your eyes followed him as he jogged out of his room, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You must be crazy to suggest this. Sure there was alcohol in your system and sure you were trying to get your mind off Seungcheol, avoiding going back to his house but this…..

“Here you go.” 

Soonyoung strolled back in with what you could only describe as a wooden looking, very phallic instrument. 

“That’s…” 

He nodded. “A dildo.” 

“I have so many questions.” 

“Let me clarify. Yes I have used a dildo before-” 

“Oh god.” 

“- Although my girlfriend isn’t the biggest fan of it-” 

“This wasn’t my question.” 

“-I do occasionally enjoy it myself.” 

“I don’t think I should be a part of this conversation.” 

“But this dildo in particular, has never been used by either of us before.” 

“That!” You pointed out. “That’s all I needed to know.” 

Soonyoung held it out to you, looking at you expectantly. You gulped. 

“You know, I don’t think I can do this. I’m actually more of a vibrator girl myself.” 

“Now who’s indulging in the TMI?” 

You rolled your eyes. “My point is, I don’t need this, I can just do it myself-” 

“I haven’t even gotten to the story behind this.” He giggled. “This is my father’s.” 

“Aaaand I’m done here.” 

“No what I mean is-” He shuffled closer to you like he was revealing a big secret. “My father may be the god of wine and ecstasy and madness and theatre and so many things but he is also…. the creator of the dildo.” You stared at him vacantly. What?? “I don’t think you wanna know the story behind it, it’s disturbing as fuck-” 

“More disturbing than everything so far?” 

“-but basically, a few years back, my father was temporarily exiled from Olympus and while he was in the human world, he had, what he calls, a magnificent business idea….sex toys. Dildo’s in particular. That’s when he made this.” He held it up and you wished he did it a little less proudly. “This isn’t an ordinary dildo Y/n, no. This baby can take on the shape, size, dimensions and every single tiny detail” He gave a dramatic pause. “Of the person you are imagining while going at it.”

“W-what?” You blinked at him stumped. “You mean to say it…. morphs into a replica of someone’s actual dick?” 

Soonyoung nodded fast. “This piece is a prototype that Dionysus made but when he brought the idea to Zeus it was shut down immediately because Gods aren’t supposed to interfere with human business and all that hoo ha, so he left it with me before he returned home.” With a small smile dancing on his lips, he held it out to you. “So if you want, it's all yours.” 

You stared at it. 

A magic dildo that could take the shape of any dick you wanted? 

You would have to be insane to say no to that. 

Pretending to hesitate just so you didn’t come across completely deranged, you slowly took the toy off Soonyoung’s hand, feeling the weight of it in your own. As you tried to picture how exactly this night might go, Soonyoung took a few steps back, grabbed a fistful of the material behind his neck and pulled his shirt over his head. 

“What?” He smirked as your eyes ran down his chiseled body, mouth moving but no words leaving it. “Didn’t you say it was hot?” 

As Soonyoung moved all the clothes stacked on the chair to the floor and sat down, you watched as the minor oversights in your plan came into play. If he had to take notes,  then Kwon Soonyoung was going to watch you. 

Tongue in the cheek, you glanced around the room, thanking all the gods in Olympus when you spotted a lacy blindfold hanging on the headboard. Without questioning its existence in his room, you quickly grabbed it and threw it at him.

“The deal was for audio Kwon, no visuals.” 

In complete contrast to his hot as fuck appearance he pouted like a child as you shook your head and looked at the blindfold pointedly. Sighing, he reached for it and put it over his eyes, tying it behind his hand. Not trusting him entirely, you walked up to him, slotting yourself between his legs and pulled the knot. Soonyoung’s hands gripped your thighs in both surprise and pain. 

“Sorry.” He mumbled, fingers softly grazing your legs as he pulled his hands away. “I promise, I can’t see a thing.” 

You nodded, then realised he said he couldn’t see and cleared your throat. “Yeah, okay.” 

“Okay.” He breathed, leaning back, waiting expectantly. 

Taking a few seconds, you let out a deep determined breath, preparing yourself for what was coming. As you unbuttoned your jeans, shimmying both your shorts and underwear down your legs, your eyes finally took a good look at the man of the hour, Kwon Soonyoung. Yeah he was one of the members who often trained shirtless which meant you had seen this display many times before but this was perhaps the first time you were actually paying attention to it. Before this, you hadn’t quite realised just how beautifully tanned and toned he was or how much that undercut suited him or how hot he looked biting his lower lip. 

Kicking your garments away, you pried your eyes, reminding yourself that this man was taken. Or at least would be taken again pretty soon. You shouldn’t do this. You shouldn’t be looking at him, you shouldn’t be thinking about him and he sure as fuck cannot be the inspiration for your new magic sex toy. 

That unfortunately meant that there was only one other person in your mind who could be the muse - Choi Seungcheol. Despite his dismissal earlier and despite being someone who held herself as a very high level of self respect, it was evident that your body shamelessly still craved him - he was the only one running in your mind. Trying to block him out, you arranged the pillows on Soonyoung’s bed against the headboard, adjusted the towel and slowly climbed on. In all the time that you took leaning against it, spreading your legs and settling in, Soonyoung remained incredibly quiet. Patient. 

Although he couldn’t see you, watching him felt weird, given the man and the dick on your mind were not him. Sighing, you glanced at the object you were gripping - it had already taken shape of what you desired and the sight of it made you gulp. 

Lord was Choi Seungcheol thick.

Given his beefy exterior and broad build you had always assumed he was packed between his legs but this was nowhere near what you were imagining, not even close. Earlier, you were worried how you would get yourself off when you weren’t even wet enough but now you were practically dripping with the thought of that inside you. Still, you didn’t think it could fit, not without any prep. 

Slipping two fingers in your mouth you wet them messily before guiding them to your folds, smearing the spit with your very evident arousal. When you let out a soft sigh, Soonyoung shifted in his seat like he was alert and when your fingers teased your hole, slowly slipping in, an unintentional moan left you too, making him practically grip the armrests of his couch tight. 

“I'm going to need more than that Y/n.” He whispered. “What are you doing right now?” 

“I’m prepping myself, it’s…” You gulped. “It’s too big.” 

“Do you need lube?” He frowned. “Although I don’t know where it is….or if I even have any-” 

“That’s okay.” You shook your head. “I think I’m wet enough. Almost.” 

“Do you need any help?” 

You glanced at his tense body. “How can you help?” 

“Are you the kind that listens to instructions?”

“Occasionally.” 

“Then push your fingers further.” He exhaled. “Curl them up.” 

Although that was what was on your mind anyways, you obeyed. As your fingers brushed that spot, a soft fuck escaped your lips. 

“Feel good?” 

“Yeah.” You nodded. “Yeah that’s good.”

“Then move.” He cocked his head. “Slowly at first, then pick up speed.” 

Even before he finished his sentence you had followed through, fingers pumping faster, head falling back as the grip around the dildo in your hand tightened. 

“Add another finger.” 

“This feels good enough.” 

“This will feel better.” He urged. “Stretch yourself a little and add another finger.” 

Scissoring yourself open, you held back the moan that was threatening to tumble out, terrified Soonyoung would hear you. Belatedly you realised - Soonyoung was supposed to hear you. 

“Fuck that does feel better.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Are you ready for more?” 

“.......I think so.” 

“Then wet the dildo.” He shifted. “Put it in your mouth.” 

Hesitating just a bit you brought it up to your eye level, still taken aback by its sheer girth. In the dim light of the lamp on the nightstand you can see a stark vein running along his length, the sight of it nearly making your mouth water. Oh you wanted him to fill your mouth, you wanted him to fill you just about anywhere so bad but it was clear from earlier that Seungcheol didn’t want the same. So you were just going to take this chance and fuck him out of your brain. After tonight you were not going to think of Choi Seungcheol anymore. 

Determined, you wrapped your mouth around the tip, humming against the weight on your tongue before pulling it out with a wet pop. As Soonyoung’s breath hitched, you sunk your mouth down on it again, taking it further in, not far enough to let it hit the back of your throat, but enough to just slightly choke around it, drool running down the corner of your mouth. 

“Y/n,” Soonyoung’s voice sounded almost choked too. “Please….” 

You’ve never had a man beg for you like this before and it wasn’t enough to touch him but to touch yourself? Something in you swelled in pride, but something was also terrified about what things would be like once this was over - could you and Soonyoung really be the same again? And if things were going to change, how would they be? 

“Sweetie, you have to do something….” 

Knowing you needed something in you more than he did, you drove the thoughts away before aligning the tip at your dripping hole and slowly pushing Seungcheol’s girth in. 

“Holy shit..” You sighed as you thrusted his length further, the stretch serving a sting that slowly ebbed from pain to pleasure. 

“Is it all the way in?” Soonyoung groaned as you shook your head gulping.

“It’s not…” You panted, glancing down to see barely any length disappearing in you yet you were so full. “I can’t.”

“You can.” He licked his drying lips. “You can Y/n, come on - fuck yourself like you want to be fucked.” 

Yes you knew Soonyoung had a horrible habit of pointless flirting but you did not think his mouth was capable of spewing such filth too. 

“Tell me how you like it.” 

“Deep.” You whimpered, answering him as you shoved it in more, feeling it hit all the right places. “I like it deep.” 

“And fast?” 

“And fast.” 

“Then move.” 

And you did, pulling it out, pistoning it into you, sharp intakes of breath and curse words leaving you as you did. You felt your eyes roll back, threatening to shut but when they landed on Soonyoung they widened - he had slid down his chair, manspread now a lot wider and stark against his pants was the imprint of his uncomfortably trapped boner.

“Soonyoung….” You accidentally moaned, simply trying to get his attention. “Are you… hard?” 

“Unbearably.” He confessed immediately. “I’m s-sorry, it’s been a while-” 

“Do you want to touch yourself?”

You don’t know why exactly you asked him that but you wanted him to feel good too. Just as good as faux Seungcheol was making you feel. 

“I think I can cum without that.” He half laughed, half groaned. “But god yes I want to.”

“Do it.” You directed him, halting your own movements, watching him. “Touch yourself.” 

Without wasting a second, Soonyoung instantly unbuttoned his pants and stuck his hand down, wrapping it around his erection. As he shifted uncomfortably, you could tell he would’ve felt a lot better if he could completely free himself.

“Careful. Otherwise I’ll see you…I mean it…” 

“Do you mind?” He raised his eyebrows at you. “Would it bother you if I….” 

If you were being honest, since the moment you laid eyes on the outline of his dick you were curious…

“No.” You shook your head. “I don’t.” 

“Then I don’t give a flying fuck.” 

He raised his hips a little, just enough to pull down his pants as his erection sprung free, resting against his abs, pink and flushed. 

Oh he was long. 

Seungcheol might be thick but Soonyoung was long, like he could reach places no one else could. As he spat in his hand and smeared the pre cum along his length pumping it in his fist, you gulped, forgetting that you too were in the middle of doing the same thing, just staring. 

“Y/n,” He moaned your name, throwing his head back, setting off a strange fire in your groin. “Match my pace.” 

You nodded, thankful to not have to put your own brain to this which was threatening to shut off any moment now. Watching him half lidded, you let him set the pace for your movements, matching him almost perfectly. 

“Fuck this feels so good.” Soonyoung whimpered. 

“It does.” You agreed, with struggling breaths. “Soonyoung please…. Faster.” 

“Faster?” He smirked, but listened. “You really are one of us huh.” 

“I need more.” You whined, feeling yourself at an edge you were just not able to cross. “Soonyoung….” 

“I wish I could help, baby.” He sighed, “I really do wish…” 

“What would you have done?” 

“I’d have my mouth everywhere…marked your neck…. marked those pretty breasts….fuck Y/n, you’d have to beg me to stop.” 

“Don’t.” You moaned, pushing your shirt up with your free hand, grabbing a tit, squeezing it painfully hard. “Tell me more…” 

“I’d hold the toy for you, watch you fuck yourself on it….” He stroked himself faster, almost erratically. “Maybe give it to you from the back so I can see how your ass-” 

Groaning annoyed at the sound of music coming loudly from his pocket, your movements faltered, eyes widening. It was different from the ringtone earlier which probably meant-

“Is that Mina?” 

“Yeah.” 

“P-pick it up Soonyoung.” 

“Ignore it.” 

“Soon-” 

“Ignore it.” He emphasized. “Go on Y/n, I don’t know how long the effects of that toy are going to last.” 

And that’s what made you stop wondering why Soonyoung wouldn’t pick up the call when this was in fact the most ideal situation the two of you were meant to be caught in. You didn’t want to lose what you were pumping inside you, you didn’t want to lose the feeling of Seungcheol stretching you out. As you resumed the pace, Soonyoung’s voice left him like a croak. 

“Do you like the thought of this? Someone listening to you get off?” 

You didn’t want to answer that. Wasn’t the kind of things you liked evident by the fact that you were fucking yourself to one man while watching and listening to another? 

“Because I love that you’re watching.” He whispered. “It’s driving me insane.” 

“I wanna see you cum.” You pulled the toy out of you, tossing it onto the towel before your fingers found your clit rubbing circles hard.

“Fuck I'm close.” He pumped himself faster, losing rhythm, broken moans and whimpers leaving him. “So close.”

Words left your mouth too as incoherent babbles as you felt your back arch and insides tighten pleasurably. Eyes crossing and shut tight, you finally came, chest heaving, trying to catch a breath. As you slowly came around and ran your fingers down your folds realising just how much you came, Soonyoung continued to push himself over the edge, like he just needed a little more nudge to finally find his release. Gulping you swung your legs off the bed and silently walked up to him, standing between his manspread, leaning till your lips were right by his ear. 

“Cum for me Soonyoung.” 

Almost immediately, with a guttural moan, his head fell back, baring his neck as spurts of cum shot onto his hand and torso, painting them white. Once the sheer amount left him he finally slumped back into his chair, breathing again, like he had been holding it in for too long. The sight of his cum all over his abs against the sheen of sweat on it made you clench unwillingly and you ran two fingers over it, collecting it. You knew his lips parted to catch his breath but you took the chance to slip your digits into his mouth, letting him taste himself. Surprised but not unpleasantly, Soonyoung ran his tongue along them, licking it clean, pulling away with a pop.

“You taste as good as you sound.” 

It's only then that you realise your own arousal was coating your fingers too. 

Scoffing awkwardly, you shuffled back, picking up your shorts and panties from the floor, putting them on slowly.  

“I'm not dressed yet!” You shrieked, futilely trying to cover yourself as Soonyoung attempted to remove his blindfold. Holding his hand up, he allowed you to get dressed in the silence that followed. Silence that was too much to bear, silence that if he hadn’t broken, you would have. 

“I wasn't sure if I heard right but I thought…” He let out a deep breath as he tucked his flaccid self back in his pants. “I thought you took someone's name as you came.” 

You froze. 

You hadn't realised but now that you thought about it…. maybe, just maybe, you had taken Seungcheol’s name as your orgasm hit you. Yes you were incredibly turned on by Soonyoung and the sight of him and the sounds that left him but there was only one thing running at the back of your mind - cheol, cheol, cheol. 

“I'm not sure what you heard.” You brushed away his concerns, trying to sound casual. “I don't even know what I was saying, I was in some other zone entirely.” 

Soonyoung hummed in response and didn't push you for any further details. Grateful, you wiped your hands on the towel laid out before grabbing it, the bedsheet as well as the dildo and stuffed them all in your bag, throwing it over your shoulder - this was your mess to deal with.

“You done?” 

“Yeah just….put fresh sheets please.” 

“Oh don't worry about all that.” He got up, attempting to take his blindfold yet again. “I got it. If you want you could-” 

“Goodbye Soonyoung.” You stepped back, knowing he was offering for you to stay the night. Instead you headed for the door, hoping to leave before your eyes met his again. “I hope I was of help.” 

And as you left, you heard him sigh, revealing something he probably didn't mean for you to hear. 

“I don't think so Y/n.”

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When you left Soonyoung’s house the rain had stopped but as you stood in the dining hall before the laundry machines the storm had returned yet again, much heavier this time. You glanced outside the windows at the obscurity sighing. It was like things just hated being in your favour. 

When the ding of the washer went off, you shifted the sheets into the dryer and decided to leave it there for the night considering you couldn't carry them back in the rain - you’d deal with them in the morning anyways, you weren’t ready to see Soonyoung just yet.

When you grabbed your bag from the floor, the weight had not reduced much - the dildo was still in it except it was back in its original popsicle-like shape, any trace of its resemblance to Seungcheol lost. You'd simply washed it and put it back in the bag, unsure what else to do with it. A part of you was annoyed that it had taken after Seungcheol of all people but the other was terrified that if you were to ever use it again, it would probably still model after him yet again. 

Disappointed with yourself you took a deep breath and shook your head. No. No more Choi Seungcheol. This ends here. 

Glancing at the machines one last time, you held onto your bag and ran out into the rain, hoping that Seungcheol had retired to his room by the time you reached. Instead, just as you approached the House of Zeus, you heard his voice. 

“Y/n!” 

He was drenched from head to toe, his blonde hair sticking to his face much like his shirt plastered against his pecs, like he had been soaked in the rain for hours. Letting out a struggled breath, you walked straight into his house, ignoring him. Seungcheol jogged over as fast as he could, putting himself in between you and the doors. 

“Y/n please listen to me-” 

“I don’t want to.” You attempted to go around him, only to be blocked by him again. 

“I just want to explain what happened earlier-” 

“I don’t care enough for an explanation.”

“I do!” 

You rolled your eyes as you pushed him away, a lot less gently than you intended to and Seungcheol immediately caught your hand, pulling you towards him.

“Seungcheol-” 

“You…. you can touch me.” He looked at his fingers wrapped around your wrist in awe, then at your palm flat against his chest.

“Didn’t you say you didn’t want me to-” 

“You shouldn’t be able to.” He muttered like he was amazed, unable to tear his eyes away. “How can you….” 

“Seungcheol, you're not making any sense.” 

He let out a deep breath. “Do you remember when you first came to camp we told you that every demigod has a certain set of offensive and defensive powers depending on their parentage?” 

You nodded, frowning.

“As the son of Zeus, my defensive power is….an electric field.” Oh. “At times like war, or in adrenaline driven situations, I become highly charged, rendering anyone who so much as comes two feet near me electrocuted. It's supposed to be a way to weaken enemies.” He sighed, “That’s why I was afraid of you touching me. I didn’t want you to get hurt.” 

“But…..Seungcheol I’m not an enemy and this isn’t a war-” 

“I get nervous around you.” He avoided your eye. “I don’t know, I just….. I can feel my skin prickling around you but……” He glanced at where your hands met his again. “You don’t feel anything?” 

“No, no I don’t but why do I make you nervous?” 

Seungcheol smiled softly. “Do you really not know?” 

You suppressed the grin forming on your own face. Fucking finally. 

“No.” You shook your head feigning innocence. “Tell me.” 

“Can I show you?” 

Maybe you nodded a bit too eagerly, because Seungcheol chuckled, pushing himself up against the door, pulling you along with him. As your body pressed against his, his hands found your waist, gaze darkening. He leaned in, lips hovering over yours, whispering your name softly, like he loved the sound of it. As your breaths mingled, lightning went off behind you, the silver light illuminating his gorgeous face and all its sharp angles. Just as you moved closer, eyes fluttering shut, Seungcheol cleared his throat. 

“Y/n I’m sorry, I forgot that it’s late and we have training at 4 tomorrow.” He muttered, drawing his hands away. “You should sleep. I can’t excuse your lateness everyday.” 

And yet again Choi Seungcheol left you completely baffled as he opened the door behind him and walked in, away from you. 

a/n - please send me your thoughts - this kind of writing is waaaay out of my comfort zone, I need to know I'm not completely messing shit up and if I missed you in the taglist, please lmk!

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