An Alternative

An Alternative

'The alternate ending to An Arrangement'

Hyunjin x female reader/Chan x female reader

Word count: 10.5k (look... I know.)

A/N: Sorry. Sorry. I'm so sorry. Just sorry. Did I mention that I'm sorry? I had considered this kind of ending originally but decided to go with a Hyunjin happy ending since it was technically a Hyunjin fic. A couple people showed interest in how else things could have happened. This is that. I'm sorry! I posted the story in its entirety but if you've read An Arrangement and would just like to read the alternate ending I've marked where that starts. If you start there its about 5.2k words! Tagging @ughbehavior and @svintsandghosts for Hyunjin @seospicybin for the angst, and @cb97percent for Chris and, as she always says, his endless supply of baby girl! As always MDNI 18+ONLY and warnings and smut below the cut!

Warnings: MDNI 18+ONLY: fuck buddies, unprotected piv sex, oral (m&f receiving), overstimulation (a little), cum eating, semi-public sex, a little rough sex (a little spanking a little hair pulling), praise, pet names (good girl, baby girl etc.), cream pie, breeding kink. I believe that is everything but as I always mention if I missed something please let me know and I will add it to the warnings!

Hwang Hyunjin. The two of you ran in completely different crowds. You could not be more opposite if you tried. You knew that going into your little arrangement with him, yet still you couldn’t resist him. Who could? It was so cliché. You were on the dean’s list, wore preppy clothes, you were quiet, reserved, a good girl. He was the bad boy, or so he would try to appear. Combat boots, chains, and clad in black from head to toe, minus the bright red hair he’d recently started sporting. Your stuck-up parents would never approve of you dating such a boy let alone the things you were actually doing with him. Hyunjin had a way of getting you to do things you never thought you would do with anyone. He didn’t pressure you or guilt you into any of it. Never. No, he just had a way of bringing that side out in you and making everything he would suggest sound so… appealing.

The first time you saw him was on one of the rare occasions he had actually shown up to class. It was easy to spot him when he confidently walked in a little more than fashionably late with flaming red hair. He was absolutely beautiful and you couldn’t take your eyes off him. None of the girls could. He had been walking up the stairs by you to take a seat towards the back of the lecture hall when you had accidently knocked your pencils on the floor. You reached down to pick them up at the same time he did, his hand grazing one of yours. You glanced at him and he gave you a sly smile, one of his dimples popping out. As he placed your pencils back on your desk his other hand gently slid up your calf stopping at the back of your knee and squeezed. You blushed and bit your lip and Hyunjin winked at you before going to take a seat right behind you. You couldn’t focus the rest of the class that day.

The second time you ran into him you did just that. You were running to make it to one of your classes and Hyunjin was roaming campus halls instead of being in his class as usual. You rounded a corner and ran right into him full force. Of course, he was sturdier than you so while he stumbled you crashed to the floor.

“What the hell watch wh-” When he realized it was you, he stopped. You were on your ass rubbing the heels of your palms where you had tried to catch yourself but only ended up hurting yourself more. Hyunjin’s demeanor changed immediately.

“Oh shit hey sorry. Are you okay?” He was genuinely concerned as he reached down to help you up. When you got up you didn’t realize who you had run into, you were too busy trying to rub the soreness away from your ass, wincing. Hyunjin couldn’t help the way his mouth watered and his dick got a little hard watching you rub your palm flat against your full ass, your skirt bunching just a little, riding up showing more of your thighs. You smoothed your skirt back down and finally looked up to see who you had bumped into. When you did your mind went blank.

“Uh...” You just stared at Hyunjin speechless and he gave you that same smirk he had given you in class and took a step towards you. You backed up against the wall and one of Hyunjin’s arms came up, his hand resting on the wall by your head, partially caging you in. He leaned in close and your breathing hitched. His other hand rested on your waist before sliding down and gently gripping your ass cheek that you had just been rubbing, his thumb caressing it.

“I asked if you were okay?” You swallowed hard and shook your head as blush crept up your neck and face. He leaned in closer pressing his pouty lips against the shell of your ear.

“Good, wouldn’t want anything to happen to such a nice...” Hyunjin gripped your ass cheek harder, fingers dangerously close to gripping flesh and not fabric, making you gasp.

“Girl.” He nuzzled against your ear and then let go of your ass and walked away leaving you there absolutely breathless. You had a few of these interactions with Hyunjin. He was always very forward, borderline aggressive with his advances, light touches and gentle groping. You could tell under the façade he was trying to put up that he was really a nice guy. No matter how hard he tried to give off the bad boy vibe you saw through it. He had picked up your pencils for you, he had been genuine in his concern and helped you up when you fell, and he would never cross a certain line when he was flirtatious with you. Hyunjin wanted to tease you, push you. He could tell you wanted him, the way you would hold your breath and close your eyes in anticipation when he got closer. The way you leaned into his touches. The blown-out lust filled eyes you gave him every time he pushed your buttons and walked away. Hyunjin would only ever go that ninety percent just waiting for you to burst and take the other ten. Every time walking away leaving you more frustrated than the time before. One day when you were studying in the library for midterms you were walking up and down rows of shelves looking for a specific book and suddenly you were grabbed from behind and pulled into the back utility closet. You went to scream and a big hand clamped around your mouth as familiar pouty lips were pressed against your ear.

“No need to scream now it’s just me good girl.” Once you realized it was Hyunjin and relaxed he let go of you and you spun around. You slapped and hit him and yelled.

“You scared the shit out of me Hyunjin god!” He laughed at your outburst. You had never even spoke to him before let alone said his name. He grabbed your hands that swatted at him and pulled you close.

“Mmm I like the way my name sounds in your mouth good girl.” You had enough. You couldn’t take his teasing anymore. You wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine.

“I have a name. It’s Y/N, thank you very much and if you think you like your name in my mouth you have no idea how much you’re going to love your cock in there.” Okay you weren’t exactly sure where that boldness came from but he’d pushed your buttons long enough. Hyunjin looked at you and his jaw dropped. He thought he’d get you to break but he did not expect that. A mischievous smile spread across his face.

“Ooo dirty and here I thought you were a good girl. Or are you just all talk baby?” You smirked at him as you sunk to your knees. You unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and started pulling down his zipper. You licked your lips as you looked up at him.

“I’m a great girl by the way.” You pulled his pants and boxers down enough to free his cock. It was long and slender and pretty just like him. You wrapped your hand around the base and spit on it before taking him into your mouth.

“Fuuuck yes you are. God damn! The BEST girl!” Hyunjin thread his fingers into your hair and held onto the back of your head as you bobbed up and down on his dick. You sucked and swirled your tongue around him as you continued to take him further into your mouth. His other hand came up and he gripped your head on both sides as you hollowed your cheeks and he fucked into your mouth, making you gag before finally pulling you off. Hyunjin pulled you up from your knees and kissed you pulling you close, his hard cock pressing against you. Suddenly he dropped down to his knees in front of you. He pushed your hips up against the wall as he lifted your skirt. Hyunjin pulled your panties down holding them open so you could step out of them, he brought them up to his face and took in your scent before shoving them in his pants pocket.

“You won’t be needing these.” He hiked one of your legs over his shoulder grabbing a hold of your ass wasting no time burying his face in your wet cunt. The way his lips and tongue worked at your clit, sucking and slurping at you, it was exquisite. You grabbed a hold of his fiery red hair with both hands to balance yourself when he threw your other leg over his other shoulder, pressing you against the wall harder as he continued to eat you out as if his life depended on it.

“HYUN-” You bit on your fingers trying to keep quiet as Hyunjin hummed against your clit pushing you over the edge quickly with only his mouth. Your legs shook around his head as he kitten licked you through the aftershocks of your orgasm. He removed one leg at a time from his shoulders making sure you were steady before letting go and standing up. He pulled you close pressing you against him again and kissed you running his hands down your body and grabbing your ass. He quickly turned you around pressing you against the wall, pulling your hips out and kicking your legs apart. It made you drip with excitement the way he handled you so roughly. Hyunjin lifted your skirt over your ass again and gave it a smack before he leaned over you and lined himself up with your soaked entrance. He stopped before pushing into you.

“Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me good girl.” You laid your head back against his shoulder and grabbed a handful of his hair as you pushed yourself onto his cock.

“God, I want you. Please Hyunjin I want you.” He groaned as he pushed and sunk further into you.

“FUCK so wet, so fucking tight!” Once Hyunjin was balls deep in you he started rocking his hips gently against your ass. It was totally different than the way he’d man handled you into position. It was almost tender the way he fucked you, his arms wrapped around your body, plump lips grazing your neck and shoulder with soft kisses. Barely pulling out before he buried his cock deep into you again. One of his hands traveled down and his fingers started teasing your clit, he felt you clench around him.

“Are you close good girl? Are you gonna give me another one? You have another one in you right come on good girl?” He pushed in even deeper and harder and you moaned out. He clamped his other hand over your mouth again and fucked you faster.

“This is a library you gotta be quiet while I wreck your pussy. Don’t break the rules, now be a good girl and cum for me.” He kept fucking you hard and fast as you pushed your ass back into him, skin slapping against skin as he pushed you to your peak again. You screamed into his hand as your cunt coated his cock in your juice. After your pussy stopped throbbing around his cock Hyunjin removed his hand from your mouth. He bent you over more, grabbed your hips with both hands and continued to pound into your dripping pussy.

“Fuck Hyunjin, don’t cum inside me. I have class in fifteen minutes...” He gave you two more hard deep thrusts and pulled himself out spinning you back to face him. He kissed you hard, it took what little breath you had away.

“On your knees good girl, open up.” You knelt down and opened your mouth sticking out your tongue as he pressed his tip against your tongue and stroked his cock. The first warm spurt of his cum on your tongue surprised you a little but Hyunjin aimed carefully squeezing every bit of his load out and into your mouth, making sure to not make a mess so you could get to your class on time. He ran his hand through your hair.

“Be a good girl and swallow what I gave you.” You swallowed Hyunjin’s cum just like he told you and then grabbed his cock and sucked on the head to get any trace of his seed left. He shook and twitched from the overstimulation.

“FUCKfuckfuck...” He pulled away quickly and you looked up at him smiling very content with yourself. You stood up and this time you pulled him in for a kiss as he tried to get post nut clarity. You fixed your skirt as he stood there trying to wrap his mind around what just happened.

“Fuck, I have got to say good girl I was NOT expecting that!” You smiled and gently stroked your fingertips along Hyunjin’s sensitive body making him erupt in goosebumps before pecking his lips.

“I told you it’s Y/N and now that you know what to expect we should do this again some time.” You blew him a kiss and winked as you opened the door and left to find the nearest bathroom and get cleaned up before your class, leaving Hyunjin standing in the utility closet with his pants and underwear around his ankles. He pulled them up fastening them and his belt, grabbing your panties out of his pocket and putting them up to his face again breathing you in.

“Oh Y/N that will definitely be happening again.” Hyunjin laughed to himself breathless. That was how your arrangement with him started. At first you would meet up in empty class rooms, closets, any little hide away you could find and fuck, that’s it. No conversation, no how was your day, just raw lust. Fuck, cum, go your separate ways like you didn’t even know each other. It had been going on for a couple of weeks when you finally fessed up to your best friend Chan about it. He was getting suspicious of your absences between classes when normally you’d be meeting him for lunch or study sessions and he was less than enthusiastic when you told him the reason why you had been absent.

“That guy is a dick, you should steer clear of him baby girl he’ll just end up hurting you.” You rolled your eyes at your friend and pinched his cheek playfully.

“Thank you for worrying about me Channie but he’s not as bad as he tries to act and anyway it’s just sex.” He gave in and dropped the subject but he still thought it was a bad idea. It always starts as just sex and then... He did make a point to corner Hyunjin alone after he found out so he could let him know what would happen if he did hurt you. Hyunjin didn’t take the threat very seriously but Chan wanted it to be known regardless. After you almost got caught a few times fucking in class rooms you and Hyunjin started sneaking into each other’s dorms. When that happened things started evolving little by little. Sometimes you guys would order pizza and watch a movie before you fucked. Sometimes Hyunjin would hold you after in bed and you would talk about little things, silly likes and dislikes or funny things that happened during your days. Sometimes Hyunjin would run his fingers through your hair instead of pulling it and placed sweet kisses when before he would have bitten and sometimes you fell asleep in his arms after and he watched you sleep and whispered things to you he wouldn’t dare say when you were awake. It all transitioned so gradually neither of you realized you were already fucked.

That’s the way things were between you now. Just the night before Hyunjin had snuck into your dorm and the two of you had ordered in dinner, laughed, and ravaged each other half the night before crashing, your limbs tangled together. That’s what you were thinking about as you walked the halls of the university building. You were in on the way to your next class but all you could think of was lips and teeth, tongues, and hands, roaming, exploring, tasting. You were pulled from your thoughts when you heard a group of guys around the next corner being louder than necessary. Then you heard a familiar voice. Hyunjin. It wasn’t surprising that he was skipping a class to cause chaos with his friends. You were just going to keep walking and you would ignore each other like you always did in public but you stopped in your tracks when you heard one of the other guys bring up your name.

“Y/N man? I don’t know why you hang out with that stuck up bitch all the time Hwang.” You were surprised his friends knew you spent time together at all.

“She’s not that bad man…” You smiled. So, Hyunjin had not only told his friends about you but was actually defending you too?

“Oh what is it Hwang? Does she have you by the balls? Never thought I’d see the day a bitch could get your nuts in a jar.” You heard Hyunjin scoff.

“She’s not a bitch...” Your heart swelled hearing him stick up for you again.

“She’s a good girl...”

“and good girls do the nastiest things.” And then your heart shattered.

“Every time she blows me it's like she’s trying to suck my soul out of my dick.” All of the guys laughed. You could feel your face getting red and tears prick your eyes as he continued.

“And the way she sticks out her tongue and opens up wide for my load just like I tell her to. Ugh. She swallows it every time! So eager! She annoys the hell out of me most of the time so if I’m spending time with her, it's because my dick is about to be inside her.” You couldn’t believe he would tell them the things you did together, that he would talk about you like that. You didn’t want to hear another word. You walked around the corner just as Hyunjin was about to speak again and his eyes locked with yours. The look on his face went blank, like a deer in headlights. When the rest of the guys turned to see what Hyunjin was looking at and saw you standing there they started snickering and tears started streaking your face.

“I didn’t realize I was annoying you; I won’t bother you anymore.” Your voice came out in a quiver. You could hear the burst of laughter coming from his friends as you turned to walk away, then running, not wanting to give Hyunjin the satisfaction of seeing you cry because of him.

“Don’t think she’ll be so eager to swallow anymore of those loads now Hwang!” One of the guys slapped Hyunjin on the back still laughing. Hyunjin shoved him away.

“Shut the fuck up shit head no one’s lining up to suck your dick either.” The guys laughed and Hyunjin took off the opposite direction pulling out his phone and immediately trying to call you. You knew you weren’t together; it was just an arrangement between you, you knew that. You didn’t even speak to each other outside of your meet ups. You didn’t want to taint his ‘bad boy’ image by approaching him in public and he certainly wasn’t going to risk anyone seeing him talking to a goodie two shoes like you. You knew. You knew he wasn’t your boyfriend but you didn’t think he was just using you either. You quickly ducked into a hidden alley nearby just wanting to be alone. You huddled down hugging your knees and cried. Your phone rang and dinged with calls and text notifications that went ignored. When you finally stopped crying and sat up it felt like a lot of time had passed in that alley but it had only been about twenty minutes. You looked at the missed calls and texts on your phone as it started to get dark outside.

You rolled your eyes, closed the text thread with Hyunjin and opened Chan’s texts that also had multiple notifications.

Missing that’s rich you thought to yourself.

You text back Chan first. He had been right about Hyunjin all along and he was worried and you just wanted him to come get you.

You opened your text thread with Hyunjin again and sent him the last words you ever wanted to say to him.

You put your phone away and huddled back down, resting your head on your knees again, and waited for Chan to show up. About ten minutes later when you finally heard footsteps approaching in the alley you stood up assuming Chan was there to collect you but when you looked up you were met with Hyunjin’s bright red hair practically glowing in the dark.

“Oh, fuck thank god!” He breathed out a sigh of relief having found you still not knowing Chan already had. You tensed up and backed away as he came towards you and he stopped. When he took another step, you put your hands up and he stopped again.

“Don’t.” You wanted your voice to sound firm but it was the furthest from that possible. Unsurprisingly he didn’t listen and came closer. You couldn’t stand it. You couldn’t stand him being near you after what you heard him say about you. You screamed at him and he stopped dead in his tracks.

“Get the fuck away from me Hyunjin! I mean it! I mean it! Stay the fuck away from me!” You were shouting and crying when Chan came running up the alley pushing past Hyunjin to you.

“What the fuck did you do?!” Chan spit his words at Hyunjin as you clung to him and he attempted to calm you down. Hyunjin was speechless. What HAD he done? Chan shook his head and rolled his eyes.

“Whatever, just go Hwang. I’ve got her.” Hyunjin wanted to argue. Wanted to tell Chan to fuck off and take you in his arms. Tell you he was an idiot for saying that stuff. He wanted to tell you all the things he whispered to you in your sleep but he was frozen in his spot. Chan guided you past him back down the alley towards his car. Hyunjin continued standing there, his heart wretched and it was his own stupid fault. Because being tough and heartless was supposed to be easier. Right? Hyunjin pulled and then ran his hands through his hair yelling at himself.

“FUCK!” Once Chan had you in the car he got in the driver’s seat and took off, tires chirping as he sped away.

“Okay Y/N what the fuck happened?” You turned away from him and looked out the window.

“You were right Chan, okay? You were right. He’s an asshole. Is that what you want to hear?” You sniffled and Chan sighed.

“Of course that’s not what I want Y/N. What did he do?” You shook your head trying to fight back more tears.

“He told...” You choked on your words and took a deep breath.

“He told his friends things... that we... that I did... with him and made fun of me with them. Said I was annoying and he only spent time with me to fuck me.” You sobbed and Chan let out a breath like he had just been punched in the gut. His ears went red as he fought the rage building inside him.

“That piece of fucking shit. I warned him.” His words came out through gritted teeth.

“I didn’t expect him to fall in love with me or anything but I thought he was at least a nice guy you know? That he would... I don’t know. I don’t know what I expected Chan. I’m so stupid.” Chan shook his head.

“No. You’re not baby girl.” You looked over at Chan with big tears in your eyes and he glanced away from the road for a second giving you a tight smile. He put his hand on your knee and gave you a reassuring squeeze before putting both hands on the wheel and focusing on the road again. Chan didn’t want to be right at all and after you and Hyunjin’s thing had been going on as long as it had Chan started to think maybe Hyunjin wasn’t as bad as he had thought at first and maybe he did actually have feelings for you. Now he knew better, knew he should have trusted his gut. When Chan pulled up in front of your dorm he parked, got out, opened your door, and walked you to the front of your building.

“Okay baby girl, I’ll be back.” He kissed you on your cheek and went to leave. You turned to him surprised.

“Wait aren’t you coming up? I don’t want to be alone right now Chris.” Chan turned back and smiled at you. He tucked some stray hair behind your ear.

“I’ll be right back, I’m just gonna go grab us something to eat.” He kissed your forehead and left and you went into your dorm. Chan was absolutely definitely going to get food. Right after he went and found Hyunjin again. Considering it was any night of the week on a collage campus he had a good idea where to find him. Chan pulled up to tonight’s frat party. He walked into the house weaving through the sea of people looking for the tell-tale red hair that would indicate that he’d found his target. When he went out into the backyard he finally spotted him. Hyunjin was standing with a few of his friends, red solo cup in hand. Chan charged Hyunjin and shoved him.

“What the FUCK is your problem?!” Chan shouted at him. Hyunjin stumbled and fell on his ass dropping his drink. Before he could say or do anything his friends grabbed Chan and hit him. It took a couple punches before Chan went down and then they started to kick him. Hyunjin got up and ran over to the group of guys pulling at them.

“STOP! STOP! It’s enough! Leave it and let him up!” The guys all stopped and stepped back behind Hyunjin. Chan stood up wincing and grabbed his side trying to take deep breaths. He looked at Hyunjin and spat a mouth full of blood on the ground in front of him.

“She didn’t deserve that and you know it. Just what the fuck is wrong with you?” Hyunjin didn’t know what to say. Chan shook his head and went to leave, walking around the side of the house. Hyunjin stood there for a minute and then ran after him.

“Is she okay?” He shouted after Chan. Chan stopped and closed his eyes in absolute disbelief.

“Is she okay? NO! Hyunjin she’s not o-fucking-kay! Just... stay the fuck away from her Hwang. I mean it.” Chan turned and left to get you the food he’d promised he was bringing back, trying to figure out how he was going to explain how he got beat up in the process. When you heard knocking at your door you knew Chan was back with dinner. You opened it and you were shocked to see the state he was in. He was covered in grass stains and scrapes with a fat lip and what looked like the start of a black eye.

“Christopher Jesus what happened?!” Chan shook his head and lifted the food ignoring your question.

“I hope beef with broccoli and egg rolls are okay.” He walked in, more like limped in, and set the food down before sitting down himself with a grunt.

“Christopher Bang, I don’t give a shit about egg rolls tell me what the fuck happened right now.” Chan looked at you and considered lying for one second. But Chan was a terrible liar so he abandoned the idea as quickly as it came and opted to bite the bullet and tell you the truth.

“Okay before you get mad just remember that I’m very protective of the people I care about and you know that.” Your eyes narrowed.

“Christo-” Chan interrupted you.

“Okay okay! I went to give Hyunjin a piece of my mind and perhaps things got a little physical.” You tilted Chan’s head inspecting his injuries.

“Hyunjin did this to you!?” You asked shocked and Chan quickly shook his head.

“No no, his buddies did. I shoved Hyunjin down and his friends all swarmed me.” You walked over to your freezer, grabbed an ice pack and walked back over putting it against Chan’s face and hugged him pulling his head against your stomach. He winced a little.

“Chan you shouldn’t have done that.” He nodded, his head pressed against your belly and he wrapped his arms around your waist. He knew it was stupid the moment his hands made contact with Hyunjin’s chest and he shoved him but he was so angry he couldn’t stop himself.

“I know I’m sorry Y/N.” You shook your head and went to grab the first aid kit in your bathroom.

“It’s okay Channie, I appreciate you sticking up for me and trying to defend my honor.” You gave him a sad smile and started cleaning up his scrapes.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and we’ll eat.” As you concentrated on Chan’s injuries, he watched your face trying to figure out if you were going to be alright or not. Usually, he was good at reading you but he honestly couldn’t tell so he just asked.

**Alternate ending starts here**

“Y/N... are you gonna be okay?” You looked down at Chan as you tossed away the antiseptic soaked cotton ball. You let out a heavy sigh and pushed Chan’s curls away from his face looking at his black eye again. How were you so lucky to have him in your life all these years? He was always there, trying to protect you, even from yourself and picking up the pieces when he couldn’t. Just like this time and just like always he was there.

“As long as I have you Channie, I’ll be alright.” You ran your hand down his cheek and leaned down to give him a peck on the lips. They were soft. Your hand rested against his strong jaw. You looked into his pretty brown eyes and they sparkled back at you. Chan was just about to ask if you were okay again when you leaned down and kissed him again, your lips lingering longer this time. Chan’s head tilted up and he sweetly kissed you back as he cupped your face. Your lips ghosted each other’s, both of you with your eyes still closed. Chan whispered against your lips.

“Y/N what are we doing?” You just shook your head and kissed him harder. You climbed into Chan’s lap and straddled him on the chair, his hands rested on your waist as you deepened the kiss. Your mouths opened and your lips and tongues softly teased. You threaded your fingers into Chan’s curls pulling him towards you wanting him closer and you moved against his crotch. It triggered his brain instantly and he pulled away.

“Fuck! No no no. This... we... we can’t.” Your face fell and Chan quickly elaborated.

“I want to! It’s not that I don’t want to Y/N! It’s just... we are not doing this tonight baby girl. A lot happened to you today, and you’re upset. It wouldn’t be right for me to. I don‘t want to do something you’ll reg-” You cut Chan off.

“I won’t regret it Christopher! I won’t.” You gripped his shirt and tried to pull him into another kiss and he stopped you. He tilted his head a little looking at you. Chan tucked your hair behind your ear and softly kissed your lips. You leaned into it wanting more but he pulled away.

“I don’t want you to do something you might regret so this isn’t happening tonight.” You went to protest again but Chan continued.

“BUT when things calm down, when you’re... okay. I’d like to come back around to this.” He kissed you again, his soft lips melting perfectly against yours and he pulled away again. Chan pointed down at the position you were both in.

“This isn’t happening tonight but were gonna eat beef with broccoli and watch movies together and cuddle on the couch and then I’m gonna go home tonight and I’ll see you tomorrow, just like every day.” A tear rolled down your cheek as you nodded and Chan gave you another soft quick kiss and wiped it away.

“Come on, let's eat.” You got off his lap and turned back to him quickly.

“Didn’t you say egg rolls?” You sniffled a little. Chan laughed and groaned in pain as he stood up grabbing the food.

“Yea baby girl there’s egg rolls.” Chan did exactly as he said he would. You both ate dinner, including egg rolls, and watched a couple movies. He let you curl into his side and you laid your head against him and even stole a kiss or two. It was around midnight when you walked him out. You stood outside your dorm building with him quietly for a minute before he broke the silence.

“You know if you need me...” Before Chan could finish his sentence you threw your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. He was caught off guard at first but then wrapped his arms around you squeezing you tightly back. You pulled away and kissed him again as another tear made its way down your face. Chan looked into your eyes and pushed your hair away from your face before wiping your tears again, like he had so many times before wishing he could take the pain away for you.

“I know Channie.” He closed his eyes and kissed your forehead. Chan went to leave and your hold on his hand lingered both of your arms outstretched, you not wanting to let go. He turned back smiled at you.

“Call me when you wake up tomorrow.”

Hyunjin was crouched by some cars. He was just about to try and make a break to sneak in to your dorm building. He had to talk to you, he had to tell you he was sorry and how he really felt. He needed to lay it all out for you. Before he could, the door to your building opened and you and Chan walked out. He sunk down lower so that neither of you saw him. He felt guilty seeing Chan grass stained and hurt even if Chan had shoved him first. Hyunjin had deserved that and worse as far as he was concerned. You both stood there for a bit and then you suddenly hugged Chan. He hugged you back and Hyunjin hated seeing it even though he knew you were only friends. Then you kissed Chan and Hyunjin knew he had well and truly fucked up because Chan was the kind of guy you really deserved. One that wasn’t afraid to admit he cared, one that would stand up for you when someone wronged you, one that was kissing you goodbye at midnight not sneaking in to fuck you. He saw Chan kiss your forehead, your hands lingering and then watched him leave and you walked back inside your dorm building. Once Chan was gone and you were back inside Hyunjin left, no longer feeling as confident about confronting you as he had been.

The next few weeks you focused on your classes and school work and avoided Hyunjin at all costs. It wasn’t very hard. Even in a diverse campus like yours his bright red hair still stood out. Any time you saw the fiery red hair you went in the opposite direction as quickly as possible. You just had to get through these next few weeks, then it would be break and you would be home and you wouldn’t have to worry about seeing him for a while. So, you threw yourself into your work and had your usual study and movie nights with Chan with a little more kissing and cuddling than before. The few times Hyunjin worked up the nerve to try and talk to you he always found you with Chan, which wasn’t unusual but he just couldn’t confront you in front of him especially since Chan had told him to stay away and even more so since Hyunjin had seen you kiss him.

A few days into break with half of the school gone home including you, Hyunjin happened to over hear a friend of yours in the campus café say that your parents were having a party that weekend.

“She’s been kind of down the last few weeks and Chan can’t go so she’s gotta be there all alone...” Hyunjin suddenly had an idea. A way to finally tell you how he felt without Chan around and prove to you he could be the kind of guy you deserved too. He ran out the café doors and went to find the computer science nerd that had helped him fix his lap top that one time. When Hyunjin spotted him he ran up on him quickly.

“Hey! I need you to hack the school files and get me an address!” The computer guy jumped at first thinking it was some frat goon trying to mess with him before he realized it was Hyunjin.

“Jesus Hwang, you scared the shit out of me! What do you mean you need me to hack the school files for an address?” Hyunjin rolled his eyes.

“Can you do it or not.” The computer guy stiffened up.

“Of course I can but...” Hyunjin interrupted him by slapping money in his hand.

“Two hundred dollars if you get me the address, half now half after.” The computer nerd’s eyes went wide and he smiled.

“DEAL! What’s the name?” Hyunjin let out a sigh of relief.

“Y/L/N, Y/N Y/L/N text it to me once you have it, there’s something I need to do.” and Hyunjin took off again.

It was the day of the party and you were dreading it. Your parents always made you attend these things even though you absolutely hated them. It being day of, they stressed over every little detail and you had to help set up the rest of the decorations. After everything was done you went to your room, showered and got yourself ready. You put on your favorite pastel purple sun dress to try and feel better, it always made you feel pretty at least. It was gauzy, a little ruffled, lose in the skirt and hit you mid-thigh. It had a more fitted top that tied in the back with little gathered sleeves and a rounded neck line. It showed a little chest and back but was still tasteful and appropriate for the party. You slid on a pair of sandles, sprayed on the designer perfume your mother INSISTED on you wearing and went down stairs to help your parents greet guests that were starting to show up. The one good thing about these parties is your parents always made sure there was a stocked bar and you were old enough to drink, so you did. Once the party was in full swing and you had a few drinks in you it didn’t seem quite so bad. You were talking to an old high school friend and as long as you didn’t think about...

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” Either your drinks were laced with LSD or walking through the crowd of people in your backyard was Hyunjin. At least it was a guy that looked like Hyunjin. His signature red hair was black and instead of hanging carelessly in his face it was half tied back. Gone was the grungy band t-shirt and ripped skinny jeans, replaced by a black blazer, a white crew neck and slim cut black slacks. When Hyunjin saw you he stopped dead in his tracks. You looked amazing. Like a literal angel. Your hair, your dress, the way the sun had your cheeks a little red. You were gorgeous.

“Chan is gonna fucking kill him.” Your high school friend looked confused.

“Huh?” You shook your head.

“Sorry, excuse me just a minute.” You walked past your friend and straight up to Hyunjin. He was a little surprised. He kind of thought you would take off when you saw him, not approach him but you had those drinks in you and you were furious that he was crashing your parent’s party.

“What the hell are you doing here Hyunjin!” You spoke harshly but in a hushed tone so that you didn’t draw attention to yourselves. He tried to grab your hand and you snatched it away.

“I’m... I’m here to be the guy you need me to be.” You looked at him like you were cracking a safe.

“What?! What the fuck does that mean?” Hyunjin was flustered. You were upset and there were a lot more people around than he thought there would be and he was hoping to talk to you in at least semi-privacy. Before he could answer you noticed your mom making a b line over towards you and Hyunjin with one of her fakest smiles plastered on.

“Don’t say anything!” You hissed at him as your mom walked up.

“Honey... who is this handsome young man?” You rolled your eyes at your nosey mother.

“Mother this is Hyunjin a school friend of Chris’.” Your mother’s face lit up at the mention of Chan’s name.

“Oh wonderful, wonderful! Oh, look here comes Christopher now. Christopher darling!” Chan had ended up been able to make it after all. Your mother called him over and you prayed he could control his temper when he saw Hyunjin here. Chan walked over looking absolutely amazing. Broad and beautiful in his short sleeved black button up tucked into his black slacks and a thin belt, his hair swept back out of his face. He walked up next to you putting his arm around your waist and giving you a kiss on the side of your head. Your mother cooed.

“Hyunjin isn’t it just wonderful these two FINALLY stopped with all their stubbornness and made things official?” Chan’s face stiffened and his arm tightened around you at the mention of Hyunjin’s name by your mother. Then he looked over and realized that Hyunjin was in fact who was standing on the other side of you. You shot your mom a hateful look.

“Mother.” She lifted her well-manicured hands and shook her head.

“Yes yes, I’ll leave you kids now. Pleasure to meet you Hyunjin.” Hyunjin bowed and your mother left you. When she was out of site Chan started to turn towards Hyunjin and you stopped him.

“Don’t. Not here please.” Chan glared at Hyunjin and you grabbed his face trying to make him look at you.

“Christopher, I will walk across that street and get your mother if I have to.” He looked at you and his expression finally softened.

“Are you okay?” He cupped your face and you leaned into the warmth of his hand as you smiled at him and nodded.

“I’m okay, are you?” You gave him a look and he shook his head.

“Okay. Will you go and deal with my parents while I finish this talk?” Chan glared over your shoulder at Hyunjin again and then looked back at you.

“I’ll be right over there if you need me baby girl.” You gave him a kiss and he left to distract your parents while you had your talk with Hyunjin. As soon as Chan had your dad laughing you grabbed Hyunjin by the wrist and pulled him into your house.

“What do you mean the guy I need you to be?” You didn’t waste time getting straight to the point again. Hyunjin took a deep breath and motioned towards the party, his appearance.

“I can do this; I can be this for you.” You shook your head still confused.

“Who asked you to?” Hyunjin tried to grab your hands again and you pulled them away again.

“I’m so sorry okay I’m so fucking sorry. I shouldn’t have told the guys those things; I shouldn’t have said any of those things about you. You don’t annoy me, all my memories with you are the best parts my life and I don’t mean the sex, which is great, amazing, the best in my life honestly, but I mean the real parts. Arguing about if pineapple goes on pizza and what k drama to watch, talking until we fall asleep and calming you down when you wake up from a nightmare. I miss all of those things with you. Just please give me another chance... you have to know how sorry I am, how much I love you Y/N.” Hyunjin looked at you his eyes full of desperation. Tears welled up in your eyes and fell as you shook your head.

“I just needed you to be you Hyunjin. Whoever that was. Red hair, black hair, jeans, blazers that stuff never mattered to me and you know that! As long as you cared, I just wanted you. Don’t you get it?!” Hyunjin’s mouth hung open unable to speak.

“No, just no. Hyunjin even if I could forgive you betraying me by telling your friends that, you still never treated me any way I deserved to be treated. You pretended like you didn’t know me in public, always sneaking around to see me and then only seeing me to fuck me. Then when I find out you actually told your friends you were seeing me it was only to tell them you were fucking me and talk about, what I thought was, our very personal sex lives! You are only sorry because you got caught Hyunjin and because you can’t have what you want!” You yelled and Hyunjin winced as your words smacked him in the face.

“Y/N...” You took a step away from him.

“NO Hyunjin! The day...” You choked trying to hold back more tears remembering how it felt when you heard him in the hall with his friends that day.

“The day you did that to me you BROKE my heart and Chris was there, like he ALWAYS has been, to pick it up and put it back together and then I realized the way he treats me... THAT is the way I deserve to be treated. Not like an embarrassing secret, not just a fuck for fun to gossip about with your buddies. Someone deserving of respect Hyunjin. You say you love me? You don’t know what love is Hyunjin, you certainly never showed any of it to me if you do. So, I’m glad that your memories with me are happy but they are the only ones you will ever have because I will never give you the chance to treat me like that again.” Hyunjin felt like he’d been kicked in the gut.

“Y/N... please...” He pleaded with you, tears streaming down his face. You walked over to your front door and opened it.

“I’m sorry but you need to leave Hyunjin.” He shook his head and went to go. He turned back to look at you one last time. The most beautiful girl he’d ever known and the only girl he loved. If only he had said the things he whispered to you in your sleep.

“For what it’s worth, I really am sorry Y/N...” You nodded and shut the door, no goodbye. You rested your head against the door frame and cried. As hard as it had been to say all and do all that, you knew you made the right choice. You deserve to be happy and all of the happiest memories YOU’VE had in your entire life have been with Chan and they always would be. You felt someone walking up behind you and you didn’t have to turn around to know it was Chan. You could smell his cologne as he got closer and it soothed you. He wrapped his arms around you from behind, nuzzled against your neck and placed a kiss on your shoulder.

“Are you okay?” You turned facing him making him put his arms back around you and rested your head against his chest.

“I am now.” You tilted your head up and kissed Chan. It started soft lips pressed together, then you weaved your hands through his hair and opening your mouth sucking his bottom lip between yours. Chan’s tongue teased you as he kissed you with a new hunger. His hands cupped your cheeks and he pulled you back so he could look at you.

“I love you Y/N. I always have and I always will.” He kissed you again his lips overtaking yours, his soft, plump, lips devouring you as they trailed down your neck.

“Christopher?” He stopped kissing you and ran his hands through your hair as he waited for you to say what it was you wanted say.

“Take me to bed Christopher. Make love to me.” You pulled him in and kissed him.

“Please...please Chris...” You begged him as you pressed your lips together with his. He didn’t know if he could fight the desire anymore, he didn’t know if he wanted to. He made you stop and look him in the eyes again. His beautiful endless brown eyes.

“Are you sure?” You nodded your eyes never leaving his.

“Yes. I love you Chris, I want you.” He grabbed your hand and lead you towards your bedroom, stealing kisses along the way. When you were finally in your room he shut your door and locked it before pulling you towards him. His arms tightly wrapped around you as he held you against his firm body and kissed you down your jaw and neck. You untucked his shirt and started working at the buttons as he nipped and suckled at the spots that made your knees weak. You pushed Chan’s shirt off exposing his chiseled torso and placing wet kisses across his pecs. You had seen Chan shirtless countless times in your life, you had always known he had a great body but touching it, tasting it, it was completely different, it was all new. Chan pulled you up and captured your lips again as he started untying the back of your dress, slowly sliding the sleeves down exposing your breasts. His breathing hitched and his ears went red. You giggled rubbing his ears.

“Your blushing Channie.” He knelt down sliding your dress down your legs and off of you. He looked up smiling at you.

“It's because I’m looking at the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, naked.” It was your turn to blush. Chan wrapped his arms around your hips and hugged you. He closed his eyes laying his head against your tummy and then kissed your soft skin just above the waist band of your panties. Chan hooked his fingers on the sides and his tongue trailed down your hip bones as he pulled your underwear off of you. He kissed his way back up your thighs and torso before claiming your lips yet again. Chan kissed you as he backed you towards your bed. When your legs hit the edge you sat down and started unbuttoning his pants Chan leaning down, still refusing to give up the taste of your mouth. You pushed his pants down and they pooled around his ankles. He stepped out of them and kicked them aside. Now suddenly with Chan standing in front of you in his tight black briefs, the outline of his erection visible through the material and your hands resting on his hips getting ready to strip him as bare as you were, now you were scared. What if he didn’t like what you did, what if it didn’t feel good for him, what if you did something that turned him off and ruined the moment, the relationship, your friendship, what if you ruin everything? Chan could see you in your head. He ran the back of his fingers down your face.

“What’s going on in that pretty head baby girl.” God, he could read you like a book.

“Just... what if you don’t like what I...” You couldn’t finish the thought.

“Or what if I ruin us?” Chan planted his hands on either side of your legs on the bed and leaned down to your level, his nose almost touching yours.

“Baby I know I’m gonna like whatever we do so don’t worry about that and as long as we love each other Y/N you can’t ruin us. Do you want to stop?” You shook your head. Chan nodded back and then pulled his briefs down and kicked them away. You bit your lips in anticipation when you saw Chan’s thick length. He took a step towards you and smoothed your hair down guiding you towards his cock. You braced yourself against his strong thighs and leaned down softly taking his tip into your mouth and swirling your tongue around it gently. Chan took a soft deep breath at the contact.

“Oh my god baby girl that feels so good.” You gently sucked and bobbed on just the head of his cock giving the sensitive spot on the bottom plenty of attention with your tongue. He was starting to pant the muscles of his belly sucking in and out with his breaths. You took more of him into your mouth and looked up at him. His head was tilted back and his eyes closed as he took quick breaths. He started to flood your mouth with precum, he tasted so sweet and then you remembered Chan’s favorite drink was pineapple juice and that’s what the taste of him reminded you of. His cheeks were flushed red and he was starting to form a few beads of sweat around his temples. When he looked down and saw you looking up at him with those big eyes and his dick sliding in and out of your warm wet mouth he thought he would blow.

“You’re so pretty. God you’re so pretty and you make me feel so good baby mmm you’re sucking me so fucking good.” You hummed at the sweet praise he was showering you with and suddenly Chan whimpered and pulled away his dick falling out of your mouth. You were a little startled and worried you had done something he didn’t like.

“FUCK! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I almost came. Oh fuck, oh my God!” He shivered and you smiled glad that you hadn’t done something wrong. Chan took a deep breath.

“Lay back on the bed for me baby girl.” You did as Chan said and slid back on the bed laying down. When you felt the warmth of his naked body on top of you and his erection pressing into you, it gave you goosebumps all over. He kissed you and then drug his lips down your jaw and neck. He continued traveling down your body sucking one of your nipples between his pouty lips and teasing it with his tongue. He squeezed your other breast before sucking that nipple into his mouth and grazing his teeth across it. You arched your back off the bed and Chan cradled your body in his hands as he left wet open mouth kisses down your abdomen. He stopped just over your aching pussy and then buried his face between your legs breathing you in before gently licking through your folds.

“Oh... Oh my god... Christopher!” Chan loved hearing you say his name like that. He sucked on your clit and hummed sending sweet vibrations through your core. Making you moan out more just like he wanted.

“Chr... fuck fu... Chris... mmmm baby mmmyes!” Chan pushed your legs up and apart, flattened his tongue and drug it from your asshole through your folds collecting all your juices before sucking your clit between those pouty fucking lips of his again. When he started flicking the tip of his tongue quickly over your clit while he slurped at your pussy it pushed you into your orgasm quickly.

“Coming! Fuck Christopher! Chris fuck coming, coming, I’m coming! Yes fuck! I’m coming baby.” Your legs shook and Chan gently ran his hands up and down your thighs as he placed one more kiss on your cunt. He climbed back up your body and kissed you.

“You taste so good baby girl, and you sound so pretty when you moan my name like that.” You smiled, your cheeks, chest and breasts all were flushed from your orgasm. Chan started placing soft kisses all over your face. Your cheeks and nose and pecked your lips. He slid your legs further apart with his knees and lined himself up with your soaked entrance and stopped.

“Y/N?” You looked into those brown puppy dog eyes of his.

“Just... I really do love you.” You ran your hand down the side of Chan’s face and kissed his lips softly.

“I know you do Christopher. I love you too.” Then Chan pushed into you finally. His head fell into the crook of your neck and he gasped as your warm tight walls surrounded him. You were so wet that he easily slid into you. He paused for a moment to regain his composure once he was buried in you. He kissed and lightly bit at your shoulder as he pulled out and pushed back into you a little harder. After a couple more slow drags of his cock in and out of you, he propped himself back up on his hands and started a quicker pace, rolling his hips against you as he thrusted harder.

“Oh my god baby girl your pussy is so soft and warm. Does my cock feel good baby? Am I making you feel good?” You held on to Chan’s biceps as he started fucking you faster and harder still rotating his hips hitting every delicious spot inside you.

“Yes, Christopher yes oh my god harder, please, fuck me harder!” Chan happily took your instruction and started pounding into you harder. The moans falling from your mouth were music to his ears and pushing him towards his climax just as fast as your tight hole was. The high-pitched way you screamed his name when you finally climaxed around his cock made him crazy.

“CHRISTOPHER YESYESYESYES FUCK ME CHRIS!” You throbbed and clenched around Chan’s cock as he lost himself fucking you harder and faster.

“Close... close... baby girl gonna cum... wher-” You cut him off practically screaming your answer.

“Inside! Cum... cum inside me Chris!” Chan went feral hearing you say that. His hips slammed into you.

“Oh inside? Baby girl wants it inside huh? You want me to make you a mommy? You wanna make me pretty babies?” Chan’s words alone sent you and you came out of nowhere a third time. You couldn’t even form words.

“Oh yea you like that don’t you! I can feel you clenching on my cock so hard baby. You wanna squeeze it out of me? You want my babies; I’ll give them to you pretty girl. Fuck fuck!” You nodded and started whispering in Chan’s ear as he chased his orgasm.

“Yes daddy, cum in me, give me your babies, fuck yes, cum in me daddy.” Chan let out the prettiest moan when he heard you call him that and then teased you.

“Say please?” He was sweating and grunting from the effort. You licked the sweat from his neck and moaned as you started lifting your hips to meet his punishing thrusts. You pressed your lips against the shell of Chan’s ear your voice coming out in breaths.

“Please daddy, please cum inside me, let me make you pretty babies, cute babies with your curls and your nose, please please daddy fill me up!” Chan moaned out and laid his sweaty forehead against your chest as he painted your insides with his seed fucking it deep into you.

“Fuck yes baby girl, oh god, that’s my sweet baby girl so good to me, you take my cum so well, fuck!” Chan emptied his cum inside you rolled off, fell on the bed and laid spread out next to you, trying to catch his breath. You crawled up and curled into his side and Chan wrapped his arms around you pulling you closer. He kissed and smiled against your forehead.

“You know the way you were talking about my nose and curls sounds, like you’ve thought about my babies before.” You pinched his tummy and he laughed.

“Seriously though, I’d love for you to have my babies one day.” You propped yourself up on Chan’s chest and smiled at him.

“One day. We will.” You laid back down in Chan’s embrace and traced the lines of his belly muscles while you rested your head on his chest and listened to his heart beat slowly return to normal. It all just felt so right. You and Hyunjin, you’d had an arrangement, but you and Chan, you had each other, you had love.

INSOMNIA 불면증 CHAPTER #2

CHAPTER SYNOPSIS: While you’re caught in the dilemma of either continuing your unusual agreement with your roommate or just cutting it off because of your unrequited feelings for him, another person of your friend group approaches you with a similar offer. Too bad you can’t stand him, right? But will you still be able to resist when his fingers slowly start trailing your curves and the filthiest words leave his lips?

💫 GENRE: angst, smut

🗝 WORD COUNT: 10.8k

🧸 CONTENT INFO: chan x afab reader, minho x afab reader, nonidol!au, university!au, fwb, friends2lovers, reader is queer, roommate!chan, frenemy!minho, childhoodfriend!tzuyu (twice), roommate!lisa (blackpink), roommate!felix, miyeon ((g)i-dle), members of ateez, original characters; minho our favourite tsundere, seonghwa is annoying in this one I’m sorry, the reader is annoying as well but in a different way

🍃 WARNING: chan has insomnia, reader has depression, mention of SA in the past (not explicit and none of the idols of course!!), lots of insecurities about society’s expectations regarding romance and sex, dad joke about new year I’m so sorry I couldn’t resist, alcohol consumption, mention of acrophobia and aquaphobia, mention of food, description of anxiety attack, cigarette smoking (reader smokes once and it’s mentioned that reader’s friends do it as well at parties)

✨ SMUT WARNING: dom!minho, sub!reader, fingering, name calling (doll, darling, good girl, pretty), discussion of safe word

💌 AUTHOR’S NOTE: thank you all for being so patient 😭 I’ve went through a long writer’s block, almost wanted to do it all over again until a sparkle of motivation hit me and voilà that’s what we’ve got now. Enjoy!! 💚 also feedback (comments & reblogs) are highly appreciated!!

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“Is it alright with you if I open the window for a few minutes? The air in here is stuffy,” Tzuyu asks, as she already makes her way up towards the other side of your childhood room. 

Agreeing with her statement, you nod as you watch her reach for the handle. The fresh yet freezing air immediately fills the room. You feel your brain waking up a bit, only realising now how tired you’ve gotten. Since Christmas Eve has been some days ago, the temperatures have dropped to their lowest. Still, you haven’t given up on the possibility of some snowy days, even after the holidays.

Agreeing with her statement, you nod as you watch her reach for the handle. The fresh yet freezing air immediately fills the room. You feel your brain waking up a bit, only realising now how tired you’ve gotten. Since Christmas Eve has been some days ago, the temperatures have dropped to their lowest. Still, you haven’t given up on the possibility of some snowy days, even after the holidays.

Agreeing with her statement, you nod as you watch her reach for the handle. The fresh yet freezing air immediately fills the room. You feel your brain waking up a bit, only realising now how tired you’ve gotten. Since Christmas Eve has been some days ago, the temperatures have dropped to their lowest. Still, you haven’t given up on the possibility of some snowy days, even after the holidays.

Agreeing with her statement, you nod as you watch her reach for the handle. The fresh yet freezing air immediately fills the room. You feel your brain waking up a bit, only realising now how tired you’ve gotten. Since Christmas Eve has been some days ago, the temperatures have dropped to their lowest. Still, you haven’t given up on the possibility of some snowy days, even after the holidays.

Snow has always relaxed your mind, so it’s exactly what you would need right now, trying to get your mind off of as much stress as possible. And for as long as your desirable weather hasn’t arrived yet, spending time with your childhood friend does a good job as well.

You’ve missed it. You’ve really missed it – spontaneously meeting up with Tzuyu, talking about life and all the little disasters you both have to go through until 3 AM in the morning with either a hot chocolate or mulled wine in one hand and your phone in the other, showing your best friend pictures to keep her update on your not so busy life. 

The only thing that’s really changed is time, if you’re honest. Tzuyu and you still look the same, still think the same, still act the same around each other as if it hasn’t been years since you’ve graduated and gone separate ways to fulfill your dreams. Whereas you’ve moved to a city far away, Tzuyu has stayed in your hometown, taking a degree in music at university here, while working in your favourite restaurant. The one at the corner between two narrow alleys in an older part of town where they sell the best pasta and pizza dishes, as you both still claim until this day.

From time to time you get a bit anxious, if she’s mad at you for leaving her here. Unfortunately it’s always been one of your bad coping mechanisms to just bugger off and abandon your home when things get heavy, wanting to start new somewhere else. That’s what you did two years ago. Leaving everything behind to escape your troubles, which has worked mediocrely well. The troubles always seem to find you again, once you’re in your childhood town.

“Should we go to the club later? I’ve heard there’s a 90s party today.” Tzuyu’s words wake you up from your daydreams, as you hope she doesn’t notice how your mind drifted off. “I don’t know. There’s probably going to be many people from our year.” 

“Drinks are on me! It’s a great opportunity to get wasted and to get your mind off of this person you’re constantly thinking about.” She giggles and takes a few sips from her hot chocolate. You haven’t told your best friend about Chan yet. She actually does know him already, they have even met and get along quite well. 

“I’ve told you– there is no one,” you lie, hiding your face filled with suspicion by drinking your beverage. Your gaze escapes hers, but Tzuyu tilts her head in a way she’s able to look into your eyes. “Stop lying to me. I’m hurt.” She brings her hand on her chest, laying it right where her heart is. The fake-hurt plastered all over her face makes you roll your eyes to the back of your head in annoyance.

“You’ve gotta buy a lot of alcohol for that. Probably gonna be broke by the end of the night if it’s really your biggest wish to find out who he is.” That’s everything she needs to hear. When the corners of her mouth raise, creating a smirk, you realise she’s got you right where she wants you. “Ha! So there is someone!”

You’re doing everything within your might to escape her glances, but she doesn’t give you even a tiny bit of peace. Poking your side, Tzuyu patiently waits for you to admit a bit more. 

“Come on, Y/N, you’ve gotta tell me a bit more now.”

Your best friend stands up, still impatiently waiting, heading towards the bag she’s brought with her. Pulling out an above average size wine bottle, she toddles back to her seat next to you. After opening it, the liquid meets the glasses you’ve prepared beforehand. 

“Give me the wine first–“ you demand, shooting a strict glare at her. “On my way, what do you think I’m doing here?” Tzuyu hands you the beverage and grabs the other glass for herself.

Not caring anymore about how tonight will end, since you’ve already decided to attend this shitty party at the local club, you gulp down the whole glass at once. The cold liquid meets your throat and with every little drop running towards your stomach, you feel your body heating up – quite opposite to the weather outside.

When you place the now empty object back onto the table, you notice Tzuyu’s big eyes flickering between the item and your face.

“Now I’m concerned, bestie,” she whispers, before taking a sip from her own drink. Wasting no time, she fills your glass to the brim again, waiting for your answer.

“You’ve gotta promise not to laugh at me. Because you know him.”

Her eyes threaten to fall out by now, face getting even closer to you in excitement.

“I promise. Come on, spill it already.”

You take another deep breath, closing your eyes before you speak.

“But it’s embarrassing. He’s my roommate.”

Tzuyu’s palms immediately find her mouth, preventing any squealing sound to escape her lips.

“It’s Chan.”

She wiggles her eyebrows in a half-seductive, half-joking way.

“Good choice. So are you both official already? When’s the wedding? Should I make an appointment at a bridal shop?”

When you don’t answer, your best friend immediately senses there’s something wrong.

“Y/N, it’s unrequited, isn’t it?”

You simply nod, glancing down onto the floor as your fingers start twirling the carpet underneath your feet.

“Is there a chance he likes you as well?”

There is no harm in her words, still, you’re nearly at the verge of tears again.

“N-No,” you speak with broken words, “we’re kinda in a friends with benefits situation and he would have made a move if he wanted too. It’s been too long.”

“I see. Is there a possibility to talk about it with him?”

You shrug your shoulders.

“Not really. It seems rather hopeless to me. Also, I'm not even sure if I am ready for anything serious. He’s way too important to me as a friend, you know?”

Tzuyu gives you a warm smile, the patting on your upper arm making you look up at her.

“It’ll work out when the time is right. Trust me, okay?”

☽

It’s been some time since you’ve felt this alive. Swinging your hips to the rhythm, you get lost in the sound of the music, the noise of the bass synchronising with the beat of your heart. The tunes of your favourite songs crawl up into your ears, making it so easy to forget your little and bigger troubles.

Tzuyu takes both your hands, joining you with her dance moves similar to your own. It’s good to be back. It’s good to be together with her again, your childhood best friend you still call your other half up until this day. Her face is filled with joy, a wide smile from ear to ear, telling she’s having as much fun as you are.

“We should get some drinks. They’re on me,” Tzuyu suggests, already guiding you towards the bar through the crowd of sweaty people accidentally bumping into each other.

“Of course, just like you’ve promised.” You add a wink to your sentence. She’s not able to see your expression and neither are you to witness her scoffing jokingly.

Once you’ve made it to the bartender, Tzuyu orders for the both of you, while you suddenly feel a stranger’s hand on your shoulder.

“It’s really you!” The voice screams through the loud room, getting a bit closer and you soon realise who it is.

“Yunho! Nice to see you, it has been ages.” You allow him to hug you – you swear he’s even taller compared to the last time you’ve met. “It really is. How are you? How’s it going?”

That’s when Tzuyu gets the beverages and turns around, instantly greeting your old friend as well. “We can sit down a bit, if you want. I’m here with Wooyoung. He should be over there.” Yunho points to the couch a bit far away from the bar, letting you know you’d have to make your way through the crowd again.

“Great idea!” Tzuyu decides for the both of you, already dragging you along with her as you both follow the tall boy. 

☽

“No no no no– it wasn’t like that. I didn’t exactly know he was our biology teacher's daughter, okay?”

Wooyoung lets his face fall into the palms of his hands. The embarrassment can be felt in the whole club.

“And two years younger than you–“ Yunho’s words cause his younger friend to let out a high pitched squeal, almost similar to a mouse being caught by a cat.

“So you’ve got a thing for the innocent daughter of your enemy teacher?” Tzuyu asks in between giggles.

“Dude– it’s been what? Three years? And you’re still calling me out on that?”

“Well then she’s finally over 18 now, right? Should give it another try– maybe she can teach you some anatomy.” The ongoing back and fourth of Wooyoung’s and Tzuyu’s bickering has always entertained you.

Still, there’s this odd feeling in your chest from earlier since you’ve had that talk about Chan with your best friend. Possibly, it’s just all the booze talking but you’re getting a bit emotional now – especially whilst talking about your love lives.

“What about Y/N? How’s the dating game going for you?” Wooyoung adds a smirk to his question, getting a scolding look from his older friend. 

“There isn’t really anything going on,” you mutter but your friends still catch your words. “No special one?” He asks again.

Gulping down the rest of your drink, you’re trying your best to avoid the unreadable glimpses. Yes, there is something going on. A lot, exactly. But not what you want, what your heart desires. The lack of intimation on a romantic level is eating you alive.

Also, the fact you haven’t really heard a lot from Chan the past couple of days makes it a lot harder. Sure, he’s currently visiting his family just like you, but he could have sent a message, right?

Except for this one greeting a few days ago on Christmas Eve. Which was obviously a message he just copy pasted and sent to all of his contacts. He’s been behaving weird lately and of course he’s not the only one to blame.

But the more you think about it, the less this feels like him acting truthfully to you. The more you think about it, the less you believe he wants this agreement to continue. The more you think about it, the more you believe he might have met someone. 

And the more you think about this part again, the more you believe it’s something serious.

“HELLO?! EARTH TO Y/N!” Tzuyu screams at you, both considering your short session of zoning out and the bass echoing through the room.

“Sorry, what was the question?” You clear your throat in an attempt to get rid of the weird atmosphere. 

“What’s their name?” Wooyoung asks, a mischievous smile decorating his face. “Who?” You reply.

“The person you’re in love with, stupid.”

“There’s no person–“

“Y/N, you don’t have to lie to your friends, it’s obvious.”

“Maybe she doesn’t want to talk about it,” Yunho says now, trying to change the topic.

“No, Yunho, it's alright,” you start, shifting a bit in your seat. The alcohol does wonders to your confidence, you’ve always been a person who tends to overshare when given the right amount of liquor and a fitting atmosphere.

“You’ll tell me I’m stupid though because he’s my friends with benefits.” Your confession makes them sigh out in pity, it’s at that moment you remember Wooyoung has experienced something similar – with a disastrous outcome.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart” – this nickname usually only leaves his lips when he really means it, indicating you’ve fucked up big times – “but I can tell you it’s a dead end. I bet he has been behaving differently lately, hasn’t he?”

It’s as if Wooyoung is able to read your mind, his new demeanour – no sign of even an ounce of bratiness left in his appearance – telling you he’s actually being serious now, done playing games to sugarcoat problems.

“Y/N, it seems like you’ve just moved apartments,” Wooyound continues, getting a bit closer to you as a comforting gesture, “since there’s a lot to unpack here.”

His joking words cause a smile to appear on your face, as he’s pulling you into a hug. 

You know you can trust your friends and they’re patiently waiting for you to start with the story.

☽

Saying you’re wasted would be an understatement. The combination of getting together with your three closest friends from your childhood and the cheap alcohol at the local club of your hometown has never been a good idea.

That’s why you’re standing in front of said venue now, struggling to light the cigarette that’s placed between your fingers.

Once you’ve successfully managed that overwhelming task, you take a deep drag from it, the nicotine filled smoke instantly being spread into your lungs. 

Obviously, this doesn’t help you with sobering up again and you soon find yourself scrolling through the contacts in your phones, dialling the number you’re looking for once you’ve found it.

“Hey, Y/N, how’s it going?”

Chan’s voice rings through the speaker.

“I’ve thought about us, Channie,” you start, swaying around as the floor under your feet seems to move on its own. Your drunk personality is glad about the fact your level of intoxication gets unnoticed by Chan. 

“You did?” He asks shyly, patiently waiting for a response.

“Hm, I did,” you say, taking another puff on your cigarette.

“I think it’s better if we end this thing between us, Channie.”

The blonde doesn’t know what’s making him more furious – the fact you’re cutting him off over the phone or the audacity you have to still call him by this nickname that always makes his stupid heart flutter.

“I– Are you sure about that?”

You hum under your breath.

“Yeah, definitely. It’s for the better.”

For a while he doesn’t say anything and you ask him if he’s still there.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m here,” he says, waiting a few more seconds before he continues.

“If that’s what you want, that’s okay. I’ll see you on New Year’s Eve then.”

Before you’re able to reply, he’s already hung up.

☽

If avoiding your (no longer) friend with benefits was an Olympic game, you would definitely stand on the victory podium now, waiting to get your medal covered in gold.

It’s been only a few hours since you came back to your shared apartment, both happy and uneasy to leave your hometown. The familiar comfort surely has helped you to escape your problems, mainly the situation with Chan. Still, you look forward to tonight’s New Year’s Eve party, already excited to see all your friends again.

Felix and Lisa had already been back at the place, when you entered the apartment. Since all three of you are still busy preparing drinks and food, you almost don’t notice Chan joining you in the kitchen. 

“I’ve bought some more drinks from the store,” he says as a way of greeting when he enters the room, placing the items on the round table. 

“There’s no time left, the first guests will arrive in less than ten minutes,” Lisa rushes, almost screaming her words out to no one in particular. The stress is already getting to her head again, making a great job in spreading the tensed atmosphere through the whole room.

“We’ve got this, don’t worry,” Felix reassures her, as he steps behind her and massages her shoulders so she feels at least a bit more comfortable. It does do wonders, you soon observe her facial expression relaxing.

A few moments later, the first guests arrive and in the blink of an eye, everyone has got their drinks as you gather all together on the big sofas and around the table. Vicky and Miyeon join you on some pillows on the floor, already joking around and appreciating you being back again.

A sudden ringing of the door bell awakens you from your daydreaming session, as you hastily blink a few times.

“Hongjoong, Seonghwa,” Lisa greets them, her loud voice echoing through the apartment. “Always on time.”

Her sarcastic comment makes you chuckle a bit, until you come to the realisation Seonghwa will probably continue his usual ‘hitting-on-Y/N-until- she-gets-annoyed’ ritual this evening. So you’re already standing up to get as far away from the front door as possible.

Until Hongjoong spots you and it would be unfair of you to avoid him since it’s not his fault his best friend doesn’t know how to behave.

“Y/N, long time no see,” he greets you and you waste no time pulling him into a warm hug. “How’s it going?” The common small talk continues, as you make sure to get him a starter drink for the night while refilling your own glass.

You’re so deeply occupied in him speaking of his time at home over the holidays, you nearly don’t notice an unfamiliar face is making its way towards you. The girl has long light brown hair, her choice of outfit rather simple, still you would be a liar if you didn’t admit she’s beautiful.

Getting your hopes up high, the idea of her being Seonghwa’s girlfriend starts bubbling up in your head. If that’s the case, tonight’s gonna be very chill since he probably won’t hit on you.

“Hey, I’m Macy,” she introduces herself, approaching you in the meantime. “Y/N, nice to meet you. You’re one of Seonghwa’s friends?”

The girl nods, a shy smile decorating her face. “Yes. Thanks for the invitation!” You return the generosity by handing her a drink and soon after she’s already on her way again to greet the other people.

“She seems nice,” you tell Hongjoong, who’s still standing beside you. 

“Oh, yeah. She’s a friend of mine as well. Oh– I introduced her to Chan a few weeks ago and– don’t tell him you’ve got this from me,” he gets a bit closer to you so he’s able to whisper into your ear, “but they’ve been on a date and she’s got a huge crush on him.”

A wink and a smirk follow his statement and you just awkwardly chuckle at his words. There’s really no time to respond to anything since Hongjoong gets taken away by Vicky. She’s wanted to talk to him for a while now.

They went on a date?

Hongjoong’s word don’t stop echoing through your head, no matter what you do or try to think about instead.

He went on a date with her?

You’re a fool after all. Wooyoung has been right after all and you’re glad now, he’s warned you.

Get over him.

The counter with all the snacks looks less busy at the moment, so you decide to go there, hoping to get some time to yourself. Ironic, considering you’re in the middle of a party.

Unfortunately for you, no other than Chan has had the same idea. Almost contemporaneously you meet him there, as you’re both now standing in front of the huge collection of food and drinks.

Unsure how to act, he gives you an uptight smile, reaching for some of the crisps in front of him.

“So– Macy,” you start speaking. Always an expert at making the most awkward conversations in the whole room. You curse yourself for that.

Still, you can’t help yourself. If your own feelings for Chan aren’t killing you, the growing curiosity will do it instead.

“We went on a date last week. When you were at home. The day after your call.”

Regret instantly starts rushing through your veins. The possibility you could have turned all of this around was within reach, but you’ve been at the wrong station when that train was leaving.

No, actually, you weren’t at the wrong station. Instead you were manipulating the train not to depart at all by throwing your emotional-avoidance-garbage onto the tracks.

“I mean. It was a casual thing after all, wasn’t it?”

That’s the only thing you can come up with now, Y/N?

“Right.”

Chan’s agreement leaves a bitter aftertaste but when Miyeon calls you from the other side of the room, making you snap your head in her direction, the blonde has already left when you turn back around.

☽

Ten.

The countdown finally starts, summoning the new year. At this point of the night, you’re all back together around the table in the living room, glasses of the cheapest champagne the store had to offer in everyone’s hands.

Nine, eight, seven.

Vicky’s telling a joke to Felix, his mouth instantly falling agape and you’re a bit sad you’ve missed what she said. She’s always making you laugh without any effort.

Six, five, four.

Seonghwa is looking your way again, as if he’s hoping to celebrate the first seconds of the new year with you. But luckily you don’t notice.

Three.

The air in the room is disastrous and for a moment you contemplate opening the window. You’re sure, the scent of all your idiotic friends smoking inside the kitchen will be glued to the furniture for a few days.

Two.

The amount of bubbles in your beverage is already decreasing, telling you this is in fact a fucking cheap champagne, but there’s no going back now anyway.

One.

Fireworks outside start shooting high up to the stars, melting into one with them when they meet their destination.

Happy New Year.

Everyone is already cheering around in the kitchen, embracing each other as the clinking sound of the glasses echoes through the small room.

Vicky is the first one to pull you into a hug and soon everyone is speaking at the same time, noises and noises flooding into your ears.

It’s a moment of happiness, a moment of feeling welcomed. 

But then you see the last thing you’ve ever needed to see.

Her lips on his.

Macy’s lips on Chan’s.

That stupid girls’ lips on your best friend you’re secretly in love with.

Stupid Macy’s lips on Channie’s.

Your Channie.

With the way his back is only visible for you, you can’t figure out if he’s returning her actions. But the lack of resistance tells you enough.

And when a few of your friends start cheering when they notice them both kissing, you can’t fight it anymore. The tears are practically waiting on your lash lines for their kickoff, ready to start running down your cheeks.

“Oh, I’m from now on the biggest Chacy shipper– these two would make the absolute perfect couple.” Hongjoong’s words cause a stinging ache in your heart, a thousand tiny needles pricking into your stomach.

Happy new fucking year.

In the blink of an eye, you’ve made your way out of the centre of the party, heading to the bathroom to get inside. Instantly sinking down to the floor, the tears finally burst free, sprinting down your face one after another.

Your breath hitches, then you inhale deeply, just for the air to get stuck on its way down to your lungs. The anxiety has found its home in your body, by now threatening to rule over it.

The last remaining piece of control has successfully abandoned you, the hateful thoughts fully dominating your mind. Just like a vicious spiral, as you’re mentally at the same position like your mental state – on the floor.

Knock knock.

The noise startles you, your whole body visibly shrugging for a second when your ears recognise the sound.

There’s only one person who could be outside of the bathroom now, trying to talk to you.

“Chan leave me the fuck alone. I don’t wanna see you right now.” The bathroom continues to be filled with your sobs, the muffled noises echoing through it.

“Are you okay?” A familiar voice asks, who turns out to clearly not be your roommate.

Slowly approaching the door, you open it and look straight into Minho’s eyes – the person you’ve last expected to be here if you’re honest.

“Jesus Christ. You look like fucking shit,” he blurts out, not even trying to mince his words, as he speaks as direct as he always does.

“Thank you, I wouldn’t have noticed without your kind help,” you sarcastically reply, rolling your eyes in disbelief after squeezing them shut.

“Be thankful I’m even looking after you.” Wow. Now he’s gaslighting you? No wonder you’ve never liked this dude. The way how highly he’s thinking of himself lets shivers run down your spine.

“Don’t worry, I can take care of myself,” you say, before you pass him, making sure to push him with your shoulder once you get closer. Just a simple sign of disapproval, nothing more.

And if your ears weren’t ringing from all the crying and noisy music, you would have noticed the tiny chuckle leaving Minho’s lips and a mumbled ‘unbelievable’ after it.

Walking through the corridor, you enter the kitchen again while the suffocating scent of alcohol and cigarettes lingers in the air. Making your way through the crowds of people, you suddenly notice Seonghwa staring at you again, even suggestively waving in your direction.

That’s all you need in order to escape his glances yet another time, since you’re definitely not in the mood for any of his overtures right now.

But let’s be honest. You never are when it comes to this guy.

The only difference that separates him from Minho is Seonghwa’s intrusive behaviour when it comes to flirting with you.

Sure, you’re always up to a little not so innocent conversation, as long as it stays that way and neither of the parties disrespect the others’ boundaries. He doesn’t necessarily do anything creepy or over the top, but the way he has with words – or rather doesn’t have – makes goosebumps erupt all over your skin. Not the good kind of way.

In conclusion, Minho is nothing like that. Sure, he can be annoying too and ask seductive questions, but neither of the few conversations the both of you had ended in total cringe. To be more precise, you’d be lying if you haven’t caught yourself daydreaming about the things he says occasionally when the timing is fitting.

So if you’re thinking about it, Minho would be a way better choice to get back at–

Wait, what?

No, no, no, no, no. We’re not doing that, Y/N, you tell yourself, trying to get at least one logical thought inside your brain again. Your mind visibly got way too foggy from all the crying.

Definitely the crying and not the thoughts of Minho’s hands roaming all over your body and telling you–

Stop. Now.

Think about something else–

Ah. Yes. Alcohol.

You make your way up to the kitchen counter, already grabbing a clean glass from the upper cabinet, when someone is intercepting you.

“You fancy a drink?”

The evil smirk is decorating Minho’s face again, his body closer than normal caused by the lack of space in the kitchen.

“What do you want now, Minho?”

“Oh, you know, the usual things. Make you a drink, if you insist of course, talk a bit, flirt a bit, you underneath me, screaming my name while you struggle not to cum yet.”

You’re glad about the fact you haven’t started drinking yet, his words would have definitely caused you to spill out whatever beverage.

And Minho enjoys it. He enjoys the way you can’t hide your shyness about what he wishes to do to you. You’d blame it on the alcohol, but the fact you haven’t had a drink for some time rejects this thesis.

As if he’s able to read your mind and not only control it with his sinful words, Minho grabs the glass and fills a good amount of rum into it. You’re trying to concentrate on how the liquid splashes into the object, holding onto any logical thought able to cross your brain.

He then fills the remaining space with diet coke after putting in some ice cubes. Since he’s still busy drinking the rest of his beer, Minho doesn’t need anything else at this moment. Of course, except for your attention.

“Cheers. To a great year.”

He says, before bringing his glass to yours, the clinking sound echoing through the room. Minho makes sure to keep his eyes fixated on yours and the other way around.

“To a great year,” you say before taking a sip from the poisonous liquid, already sensing he's been very generous with the amount of alcohol he’s added.

Not even half an hour into said new year, the already awakening twists within the plot you call your love life let you question every decision you’ve made with Chan before. Sure, a few flirtatious gestures from a guy of your friend group you actually barely know won’t subside your feelings for your roommate. But there’s no harm in a little distraction, right?

Also, the way his shirt is clinging onto Minho’s firm chest makes you want to see more. 

Your fingers land on his forearm now, innocently caressing his soft skin, your gaze attached to them. 

“Trying to get my attention now, doll?”

Continuing your acting, your eyes find his own now. Minho doesn’t hesitate either, quickly leaning forward until his lips almost touch your earlobe and for a second you think he might start kissing you.

You don’t even care where his lips touch your skin, neck, cheeks, lips, chest– everything would be fine and you would allow him.

But it’s not the right time for that yet, at least that’s what Minho decides, when he quietly starts whispering, the words slipping out of his mouth so easily.

“Stop playing innocent, I know exactly what’s going on in this pretty but distracted little head of yours.”

Your heart skips a beat. Or two. Or maybe even more. You’re still blaming it on the alcohol, the heat and thunderous desire he creates between the both of you, every syllable falling from his mouth shoots sparkles through your veins.

“No idea what you’re talking about,” you reply, looking at him with big doll-like eyes just to fit right into how he views you.

In the corner of your eyes, you witness your roommate again, suspiciously close to his new lover. One of his hands on her hips, the other one holding a drink. In your mind, you're praying for him to notice you but he just doesn’t seem to even catch a glimpse into your direction.

Nothing at all.

It’s as if you don’t exist and his eyes only crave to have that girl in their vision.

“I know you’re trying to make Chan jealous, but I can play right into your fantasy if you want me to, doll,” Minho tells you with a wink. His sudden confession makes your head snap back and you’re slightly embarrassed now he has noticed it.

“How do you–“ you start, not quite believing he must have really witnessed the tension between your roommate and you. Was it really that obvious? You’re starting to fall into a spiral of second-guessing yourself here.

“Even a blind person would see, darling. Neither of you do a good job in hiding it. So, I’ll stand by my offer. Unless you want to continue pathetically thinking about him, then I’m out. If you’re with me, your whole attention belongs to me, alright?”

The way he just casually uses in all these nicknames, throwing even the last remaining pieces of innocence out the window, leaves you breathless.

You’re in a constant flickering between hoping your roommate may decide to look at you, even if it’s just for a second, or this incredibly hot frenemy of yours to turn the filthiest of your fantasies into reality.

And Minho hasn’t even done anything yet. He hasn’t kissed you. He hasn’t touched you.

He’s already got you right where he wants you just by his words.

And you’re desperate. You’re desperate for touch, hoping to get over Chan by getting under Minho.

But you’re also desperate to feel something real instead of this ongoing back and forth of not admitting any feelings that are painfully obvious right there to each other. You’re not sure yet if Minho can give your heart everything it desires – if you’re honest you doubt he can give you anything involving any emotion except for lust but you’ve stopped caring.

That’s why you can’t help but nod, your eyes fixated on Minho’s own which are filled with pure hunger and evil.

“Consent, doll. I need you to tell me with words that you’re okay with being ruined by me.”

There’s no doubt respect has always been the one thing that has turned you on the most. It’s clear that the anticipation is surely killing you by now and you want the picture of his piercing gaze tattooed on your brain, so you will be able to see it again in front of your inner eyes whenever you like.

“Let’s go to my bedroom.”

Minho lets out a small chuckle, tilting his head to the side while his fingers brush your collarbones again before they catch a strand of your hair to play with.

“Needy, are we?”

Lee Minho, you will be the death of me, you think to yourself. 

By now you’re convinced there’s nothing but full desire flowing through your veins and you’re unable to believe how much of an impact he has on you when nothing has even started yet.

That’s even a new level of eagerness for you, if you’re honest.

“Shut up before I change my mind.”

You take his hand to guide him through the crowds of people, as Minho obediently follows suit. Because of the fact you’re walking in front of him, you’re not able to witness the mischievous smirk that’s plastered all over his face.

Before stepping out of the kitchen, you steal a last glance into Chan’s and the girl’s direction but they’re both so occupied in their conversation, he doesn’t notice you leaving to your bedroom with his friend.

To be fair, a tiny part of you wishes for him to see you. After all, Minho officiates as tonight’s rebound. It’s even what he’s offered. So what’s the point of revenge sex, if you can’t get back at the person who’s caused all your anger?

But there’s no time to rethink the decision once you enter your bedroom and he shuts the door behind you. Minho catches you between it and his body, pinning you against the wooden material. He keeps his dark eyes glued onto your face, causing your cheeks to heat up.

Just like a hunter aiming for their target.

Minho is the predator.

And you’re his long awaited prey.

That’s the last somewhat logical thought that crosses your mind, but it’s swept away in the blink of an eye when his lips capture yours for the first time. 

He doesn’t bother starting at a slow pace, instead goes all in from the beginning. He’s waited long enough and now he’s finally gathered up that necessary courage to push through, have you all to himself.

Chan’s loss, if he doesn’t know how to take care of her, Minho thinks to himself, while his lips are dancing with your own, his tongue slipping inside to explore your mouth.

As if you’re under a spell, you allow him to do what he wants. You don’t even bother his hands finding their way onto your hips, roughly gripping the soft flesh through your jeans.

Quicker than you’re able to realise, he’s already gotten rid of the belt attached to your trousers. His hand wanders inside, slowly pushing the soaked fabric of your panties aside and you feel Minho chuckle against your mouth.

Precum being smeared over your already wet folds, two of his fingers instantly find your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Look at you, practically dripping, just for me, pretty.”

Lips now busy on your neck, he creates a purple pattern of his own personal signature on your skin. His fingers expertly slide into your heat, effortlessly stretching out your walls, as his thumb keeps drawing circles on your clit.

It’s unbelievable how his touches affect you, as you feel yourself getting lost in the unbearable pleasure.

“Just like that, such a good girl, getting ready for all the things I’ve got planned with you,” he whispers in your ear, once he’s let go of your neck for a second. You simply whimper at his words, satisfaction taking over your whole body and brain.

Without realising it – who would’ve told him – Minho does the one thing, that’s causing everything to take the wrong turn, when he captures your lips with his, kissing you again. Even though some minutes ago, his kisses were all you could think about, now that you’re so intimate it causes uninvited thoughts to appear again.

It’s just kissing, you tell yourself, still it evokes the pictures from back in the kitchen again.

But every time you close your eyes, you see Chan in front of you. It’s pointless to try pushing these thoughts aside, they’re only getting worse by now once they evolve into something worse – not Chan kissing you, but kissing Macy instead.

It’s like you’ve been for breakfast at the heartbreak hotel and the waitress was miserable just like your food. The waitress being Chan here, the food clearly an allegory for his new flame since he’s served their fresh love like a three course meal right in front of all the guests.

The ingredients he’s put into have definitely caused a bitter aftertaste in your mouth, almost to a degree that makes you want to get a test done for possible allergies considering the harsh reactions your body shows. The repetition of the picture inside your head, his lips on hers, makes your stomach turn. 

Panic starts running through your veins, once you realise you can’t push those thoughts aside, particularly with Minho’s digits inside you.

That’s why you don’t hesitate to grab his wrist, guiding his hand out of your jeans. For a moment he doesn’t say anything, clearly at a loss for words.

“Are you okay?”

His question is quiet, still the sound finds its way into your ears, making you nod as a non-verbal reply. Tears are stinging on your lower lash line and Minho is fast to notice, placing his hands on his hips in disbelief.

“Clearly you’re not. Have I done something wrong? Do you need anything?”

It’s not even connected to experiencing discomfort, still, your brain sometimes manages to give the familiar strong reactions of silence and the frozen state when being intimate with a person and the sudden urge to stop crashes in. There isn’t anything Minho did that was uncomfortable, the sole reason for you zoning out again is that you can’t get a different face out of your head.

“Y/N, what’s going on?” He asks another time, softly grabbing your face now to make you look at him.

“Maybe we can sit down for a second?” You quietly pose the question. “Of course.”

He is leading you towards your bed, carefully helping you to sit down as if you’re made of glass and he’s afraid to break you into a thousand tiny pieces, just like your shattered heart.

Once you feel your thoughts being back to reality again, you take a deep breath before you speak.

“I think this was a bad idea. I can’t stop thinking about him, I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t you ever apologise for that, okay?” He tells you, his voice coming off stricter than he would have liked. Scaring you off is the last thing he wants now or would ever want, so he adds another few words, “I mean like in general. No matter what’s the reason, okay?”

He’s not doing it on purpose, pushing all the buttons that make you feel a bit more secure around him. But the idea that you could possibly talk to him about your traumatic experience from a few years ago once the situation is given, creates a green plus above your heads, the friendship bar of your relationship level increasing.

So you nod, giving him a thankful smile.

“You want some advice, pretty?”

“I’m not sure if you’re the right person for that, if I’m honest.”

He chuckles about the remark, a sign for you he agrees with your statement, even though he knows it’s not positive in the slightest.

“Yeah, no judgement about that. You know, I really meant what I said back in the bathroom.”

“Me looking like shit? Go fuck yourself then, Lee Minho.”

The brown haired rolls his eyes in annoyance, lips parting before he lets out a loud scoff.

“No, stupid. I mean, that I’m looking after you. I may seem intriguing but you can always talk to me about everything. We might be more similar than you think.”

Yeah, sure.

“How would you know? This is the longest conversation we’ve ever had.”

Fair point.

“Give me one chance tonight and I’ll prove to you, we’ll get along. If you’re not convinced I’ll leave you alone after it.”

Do you really have a choice here? The only two other options would be to either stay here alone and continue crying until you fall asleep from exhaustion or to get back into the crowd, probably experiencing another attack of tears streaming down your face once you see Chan and her.

“Alright.”

Right decision. Or at least so it seems.

“I’m gonna get some more drinks, if you want me too,” he says but his sentence sounds more like a question mark is attached at the end of it.

“Oh– no need for me to be honest. Unless you want some.” He shakes his head and turns his body around, so he’s facing you.

“So… what do you like to do?” He awkwardly begins, cringing at his own words.

“You know, that’s the worst thing you can ask a person. Whenever someone starts a conversation with this question, I forget my whole personality. My mind instantly goes blank.”

“Okay, okay. Sorry. Maybe you should start then.” 

“So, there’s nothing I hate more than small talk. Are you in for deep talks instead, Lee Minho?”

“Thank God. I can stop pretending now. I hate nothing more than small talk as well. I was gonna ask you if you like weather next.”

His confession causes a soft smile to erupt on your face, the weird tension slowly fading away. It’s at this moment you see a non-visible light bulb above his head, indicating he’s got an idea.

“What would you do if you won the lottery?”

“Depends on the amount of money.”

“A lot of money.”

You take a deep breath before answering, still contemplating how to put your thoughts into words. 

“Probably panic because I don’t know how to deal with financial situations in general. Maybe get this family sushi plate from the tiny Japanese restaurant downtown near the river and eat the whole meal by myself.”

“That sounds fucking sad.”

You scoff at his response, by now not even trying to hide your reaction. 

“I’ve told you– I am not acting responsible when it comes to money so it’s better for the sake of humanity to not give me too much in the first place. Even though I think most people would go insane with such an amount. So I’d probably give some of it to my mum and step dad and donate the rest of it for education or something.”

Minho nods at your response, shuffling around a bit on the bed. 

“Alright. That makes sense. You’re next asking a question.”

What’s something you’ve always wanted to know about Minho? Minho, the tsundere character of the Netflix show you call your friend group. Is there a possibility he’s just acting like that? He probably is, considering the fact he’s admitted to listen to and care for you.

Unless this was just part of his plan to help your jeans find their way to the carpet of your bedroom. 

But there must be at least something even Minho is afraid of, right?

“Let me think,” you try to gather your thoughts, “do you have any phobias?”

“I’m afraid of heights.” He pauses in order to think. ”And water.”

He’s quick to admit, leaving you a bit speechless since you haven’t expected him to blurt out a response that fast.

And Minho senses it. He senses it by the way you’re looking at him, not even realising your mouth is slightly agape.

“Surprised a guy like me is afraid of stuff?”

“A guy like you?”

What is that supposed to mean? Well, you do know what he means, still you’d like to hear his personal explanation. You’re dying to find out how he sees himself since Minho barely shares any private stuff.

“You know, always looking as if everyone annoys him, unreadable emotions. Sometimes being called mean because people don’t realise they’re crossing a line.”

Minho is in fact way more vulnerable than he seems and you wonder again if it’s the alcohol he’s had over the evening or just the fact he feels so comfortable around you for no explainable reason that’s making him confess all these thoughts.

“Do you think of yourself that way, too?” You ask him.

“It’s my turn first with another question, doll. A little more patience, please.”

You roll your eyes, knowing he’s just avoiding responding to your curiosity. Still, you decide to obey the rules since it’s the only chance to find out more about him.

“What’s the nicest compliment you’ve ever gotten?”

His question surprises you a bit, since you haven’t expected him to come up with something like that.

“Hm, let me think,” you start, trying to save some time, “ah– I’ve got something! My childhood best friend, her name is Tzuyu. We’re both still very close and tell each other everything. She’s been through a hard time some months ago and very frustrated, didn’t know what to do.”

Minho nods at your monologue, telling you he’s attentively listening and showing his actual interest in your story.

“But since I was very busy at that time, she was unsure if she should reach out to me, you know? Even though I’ve always told her I’m there for her – no matter what. Instead, Tzuyu confessed when she was at her lowest, she just asked herself ‘what would Y/N do’ and acted upon that. So, that’s the best compliment I’ve gotten. That I’m good at giving advice. It meant a lot to me and still does.”

The boy in front of you warmly smiles at your words, the stars in your eyes while telling your story are making him feel some type of way he doesn’t want to deal with right now.

He’s driving off with his thoughts soon, almost to the point of zoning out but you’re fast to realise, as you hastily clap your hands.

“You know the question, Lee Minho.” You take your chance now, a mischievous smirk plastered all over your face.

“How do I think about myself? I’m quite confident, that’s not up for consideration. However, I do have a hard time showing people how I really feel, you know?”

Oh, yes, you definitely know how that feels.

“I’d like to work a bit more on that, if I’m honest. Let’s see what the new year offers. I’m tired of running out of given chances just because people think I’m mean. I do make a lot of jokes and teasing whenever I feel insecure, so that’s what I will start working on.”

“I like your jokes. You’re funny. It’s the other people’s problem if they don’t get your humour.”

Minho smiles at your compliment.

“It’s my turn again,” he abruptly says once his emotions are getting to his head again and he realises he can’t deal with them.

“What’s your next question, Lee Minho?” You tease him by calling him by his full name again.

“What’s a situation you would like to forget, if there was the possibility?”

Your breath instantly hitches, chest tightening as an idea immediately pops up in your head. 

He’s not doing it on purpose, pushing all the buttons that make you feel a bit less secure around him, around anybody. But then the idea from earlier comes back to your mind again. Maybe now is a good time to tell him. You’re on the right track to become friends, so what’s stopping you?

“You really wanna know? I don’t want to kill the mood,” you warn him and his shoulders quickly fall down.

“You could never ruin anything. I was the one asking, whatever it is, I’m okay. Of course, as long as you want to share it.”

You hesitantly nod. 

“I’ve had some bad experiences back in high school, traumatic to be specific, that still haunt me until this day.” 

Minho’s gaze is fixated on your face, searching for any signs of discomfort. “Do you want to elaborate on that?”

“My boyfriend back then has crossed some lines while being intimate. You know, pressuring me into stuff I wasn’t sure about and once clearly overhearing me telling him to stop.”

He instantly closes his eyes, as he feels his heart shatter into a thousand pieces.

“Y/N– I’m so sorry that happened to you. I can’t imagine how that felt– how you must feel up until today.”

Your whole body softens once his words leave his lips, the comfort growing again.

“I’m alright. Really, don’t worry. I’ve been to therapy because of that and we’ve talked a lot about those incidents. Just from time to time I get little flashbacks, but when I’m safe with the other person, there’s nothing to stress about.”

Minho considers getting a bit closer to you after he’s nodded at your explanation. When there’s no sign of hesitation, he moves nearer.

“I know the chances are close to zero but I’d still like to agree on a word, just in case. Doesn’t even have to be for possible or not so possible sexual encounters. I just want you to feel comfortable around me all the time.”

“Thanks for being considerate. Well– Chan and I had always used the word ‘red’ but at this point I’m afraid it’ll make me think of him.”

“Yeah we wouldn’t want that, darling, would we?”

You don’t mind him slightly flirting with you. Actually, you’re feeling quite comfortable around him. Probably as comfortable as you’ve never felt before around someone you haven’t talked with up until such an occasion. 

“How about Soonie?”

“Excuse me?” You ask, not quite catching what he’s said.

“It’s my cat’s name. Well, one of them. Doongie or Dori would be fine as well.”

You slightly nod at his idea, finding it rather cute if you’re completely honest.

Minho has cats? Three of them? You’ve always expected him to be a cat person but never thought about three of those little fur balls running around in his apartment.

Somehow, this new information makes him a bit more likeable. But only a little bit. You would never admit he’s quite pleasant to be around.

Nevertheless, it helps you feel safe around him. You’re sure he’s a person to trust.

“Okay. That’s a good choice.”

Minho softly caresses your lower back, warmly smiling at you. 

“If you ever wanna talk about the topic again, don’t hesitate to reach out to me, okay? I can’t feel what you must have felt but I can be there for you and listen.”

You thankfully nod at him and a few minutes of comforting silence pass by, neither of you do anything except for Minho still stroking your back.

Suddenly, he grabs his phone out of his jeans pocket, unlocking the device to open an app. “The last bus in the direction of my apartment leaves in like fifteen minutes. I could still catch that one.”

You shuffle around a bit on the bed, the mattress moving under your weight. It’s a bit abrupt, his actions, though you understand he must be tired. It’s been a long night after all and even though he’s got a day off tomorrow, starting the new year on a low level, you’re sure he’d like the comfort of his own bed more.

Also, it would be weird asking him to stay just for sleeping, wouldn’t it?

“Unless you want me to stay,” he unexpectedly whispers and his voice is so quiet, you can barely hear him. Minho is sure, he’s murmured his words because of his still ongoing insecurity, not wanting to cross any lines of yours.

“Yes, of course. You can always stay here.” Your sentence comes off a bit too eager for your liking, hoping he doesn’t take it the wrong way. After all the good and deep talks the both of you have shared over the past few hours, you feel way more comfortable getting to know him first. You’re sure this could be the beginning of a meaningful friendship.

If anyone had told you this last year some hours ago, there’s no chance you would have believed them. It’s like the world has done a one hundred and eighty degrees turn, the sun is now the moon, the sky functions as the ocean and you’re thankful to live in this upside down universe. 

“Thank you. If you give me some blankets, I can sleep on the floor,” Minho says and you sheeply chuckle at his response. He’s so… respectful? You’re sure he’s considering every tiny detail so his sentences don’t come off as any type of weird.

“Stop with the joking now, there’s enough space on the bed.”

A warm smile erupts on his face, cheeks blushing like the colour of strawberries and he simply nods and mumbles a quiet ‘thank you’, before he gets up to head to the bathroom.

When you’re both ready to go to bed, your new friend is still a bit hesitant but once he spots the second blanket on your bed, a weight finally falls off his shoulders. It would have been weird for him to be even closer to you, even though he would like it.

“Good night, Minho.”

He clears his throat before answering.

“Good night, Y/N.”

But your eyes shoot open again, once you remember something. “You know, whatever you’re dreaming will come true.”

“Why is that?” Minho asks, unsure what you’re referring to.

“There’s a superstition that sleeping in a bed for the first time will cause whatever dream to turn into reality,” you explain right before you doze off into sleep.

Minho wishes to dream about you that night.

☽

The sunbeams are making their way to your closed eyes, waking you up with a pulsating headache. Mixing up different types of alcohol has never been a good idea, you’ve learnt this from your teenage years. Still, you tend to repeat those mistakes up until this day from time to time.

“Shit,” you groan under your breath, getting a bit startled when you hear a chuckle.

“Got a headache?” Minho asks you, already awake and sitting right beside you. You simply nod, only to realise even such a small movement makes your whole body spin around.

“It’s usually like that, it should be gone once I’ve had a glass of water and some food,” you tell him, so he doesn’t worry about it. “How did you sleep?”

“Fine. Not long enough, but I could get a little rest. Thanks for letting me stay here,” he replies.

“Sure, no need to thank me for that.”

You both smile at each other for a few seconds, until Minho speaks again, “Do you need anything?”

Shaking your head, you position yourself on your forearms, lower back still laying on the mattress. “It’s fine, don’t worry about me, really. I’m gonna go to the kitchen and get some water.”

“Alright, fine. If that’s the case– I really should get going.” Minho’s voice is still filled with sleepiness, the tousled hair doing no good job in hiding his tiredness but the warm smile decorating his face somehow helps a bit. 

“Do you need any towels? You wanna go to the bathroom?”

“Are you telling me I smell bad, Y/L/N?” He asks, adding a questioning look by raising one of his eyebrows.

“No, Lee Minho, I am not. I’m just trying to be friendly by offering to make you feel welcome in my apartment.”

He chuckles at your response, finding it a bit cute you’re yet again not understanding his playful nature, still putting too much weight in his words. It’s entertaining for him, though. That’s why he catches up on it.

“So sorry, I’m not used to you being so kind, not scratching out my eyes for once.”

When he pulls up the corner of his mouth, you finally realise he’s just joking with you. Grabbing the pillow that’s still laying beside you, you aim it into his direction and with little to no effort it lands directly in his face.

“You still need to practice on your defensive skills, you know,” you tease him now. He doesn’t reply to that, instead simply grabbing his stuff to head towards the bathroom.

In the meantime, you're busy with changing your clothes as well, even though it doesn’t really matter – the transition from your pajamas into another comfy outfit consisting of sweatpants and a big shirt is rather useless. Still, it helps you to feel as if you’re somewhat getting ready for the day which will consist of nothing more than staying at home.

With no further consideration, you make your way to the kitchen, both Felix’s and Lisa’s doors still fully closed, indicating they must be sleeping. Reaching your destination, you halt in place for a second once you spot your other roommate. The blonde curls are hiding his face again, telling you he must have gotten up a few minutes ago as well.

Chan doesn’t notice you, way too occupied in making himself some breakfast and the blaring sound of the kettle causing him to miss that you’re stepping into the room. For some moments you contemplate leaving the kitchen again, not wanting to deal with his presence. But you’re not the one to decide that, your dry throat is already begging for water, thirsty from all the alcohol you’ve had the night before.

And when Chan turns around, spotting you standing not far from the doorframe, there’s no choice left anyway. Another half a minute passes by until either of you moves again, you’re really just standing there, staring at each other.

“Good morning,” Chan makes the first move before he gets back to cooking his meal. “Good morning.”

Trying to play it cool, you stride towards the sink, grabbing a clean glass from the upper counter. Focusing on the current task, you observe the water filling the item you’re holding.

“Can I get one, too?” Minho asks, entering the kitchen as well. He looks a little less tired now, his tamed hair and a washed face helping him with that. “Sure,” you mumble as you follow his request.

Chan’s piercing gaze from beside you is practically shooting through your head and you’re now just realising what he must be thinking.

You went to your bedroom with his friend.

You let his friend stay the night there.

But who is he to judge? He kissed that girl right in front of all the guests, after you had told him it wasn’t anything serious.

How dare he?

How dare he not read your mind, right?

“Morning, Chan,” Minho greets your roommate, not missing any chance to tease the elder, as he walks towards you, innocently patting your shoulder as a sign of thankfulness when he grabs the water. The smirk appearing on Minho’s face doesn't go unnoticed either, still, your roommate doesn’t pay any visible attention to it.

“You’re gonna go to the gym today?” The brown haired tries to start another conversation. “Don’t know,” is all the other boy says, eyes fixated on the sizzling pan in front of him.

That’s when Minho gives up, rolling his eyes in front of you as a sign of annoyance. There’s no reason for him to be mad at his younger friend and Chan knows that, still he’s having a hard time hiding his jealousy and not really doing a great job at it either.

Just the idea of you laying under him, screaming his name instead of Chan’s lets shiver run down his spine, the sudden urge to scream at everyone grows with each second.

He’s already getting afraid of seeing Minho touch you again, just like he did with the little shoulder pat some minutes ago. All the possibilities are running through his mind now, the panic of witnessing him kiss you on your cheek, on your forehead or on your mouth growing each second.

But once Minho says goodbye to you, only sheeply waving in your direction since neither of you like hugs that much, Chan feels quite relieved. At least he’s not doomed to see any physical interactions between the both of you, the imagination of what has happened last night is enough to haunt him for the next few days.

A few minutes pass by, you’ve managed to grab yourself some cereal, currently filling the bowl with the remaining milk this household has got. The atmosphere is tense and for a second you contemplate leaving the kitchen and eating in peace in your bedroom instead, but this would make everything worse and simply awkward.

You can’t escape Chan anymore, after all you both are still living together.

Maybe I should move apartments, your mind is babbling to itself. 

Maybe I should flee the country and change my identity.

I’ve always wanted to do research on penguins and Antarctica isn’t that cold in January, right?

“You okay?” Chan’s words break into your thought process.

“I’m fine, just the usual headache, don’t worry.”

It’s clear, he’s talking about you zoning out again, he’s witnessed it many times before. So it’s not unusual for your roommate to make sure you’re fine, in case there are unpleasant thoughts torturing you.

Of course, there are. You don’t even know what to focus on, since every thought brings you back to Chan and the whole thing with Macy and the general situation you are in.

It’s been too much. Too much stuff going on over the past few weeks, the New Year’s Eve with their kisses being the cherry on top of the iceberg, since there’s still so much to unpack. On one hand, there are the obvious troubles tormenting your everyday life but on the other hand, the worst part are all the unspoken words.

But you’re convinced you’ve lost the chance now. Actually, you’ve lost it twice. The first time being the kiss between Chan and the new girl, the second time being when you went to your room with Minho.

“So, Macy is still asleep?” You decide to ask him now, there’s no point in hiding anymore.

“Oh, she didn’t stay overnight. Actually, nothing has really happened between the both of us yet, except for the kiss last night.”

Chan’s not sure why he’s telling you all that, possibly as a way of getting back at you for leading Minho to your room last night. Still, the blonde refrains from asking you what’s going on between you and him. He’s not ready for that – emotionally.

The silence fills the room again, you both continue with your breakfast, unsure what to say to the other one.

“Oh, I didn’t have a proper chance to tell you but I wish you a happy new year,” Chan carries on with a somewhat conversation.

“Happy new year, Chan.”

How’s that famous sentence again? New year, new me?

Well, rather new year, new Chan.

There’s no way your heart will survive calling him Channie anymore.

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An Arrangement

Bad boy!Hyunjin x female reader

Word count: 9.3k (I am so sorry)

A/N: This was a request of sorts send in by @svintsandghosts (thank you girl for lighting a fire under my ass to finish this one!) I hope you like it! As always there is hella angst super sorry about that. Tried to balance it out with hella smut. If you enjoy it please like it, reblog it, leave some feedback, send an ask what ever! Love hearing from you guys! Also tagging @ughbehaviorior because Hyunjin lol. Warnings and smut below the cut!

Warnings: MDNI 18+ ONLY Hyunjin comes on to MC STRONGLY, fuck buddies, oral (m&f receiving), unprotected PIV sex (please use your head and wrap it up), semi-public sex, dirty talk, pet names (good girl, baby etc), cum eating, a little rough sex, a little spanking, little hair pulling, squirting, cream pie, breeding kink, overstimulation. I think that is everything as always if I missed something please let me know so I can add it to the warnings.

Hwang Hyunjin. The two of you ran in completely different crowds. You could not be more opposite if you tried. You knew that going into your little arrangement with him, yet still you couldn’t resist him. Who could? It was so cliché. You were on the dean’s list, wore preppy clothes, you were quiet, reserved, a good girl. He was the bad boy, or so he would try to appear. Combat boots, chains, and clad in black from head to toe, minus the bright red hair he’d recently started sporting. Your stuck-up parents would never approve of you dating such a boy let alone the things you were actually doing with him. Hyunjin had a way of getting you to do things you never thought you would do with anyone. He didn’t pressure you or guilt you into any of it. Never. No, he just had a way of bringing that side out in you and making everything he would suggest sound so… appealing.  

The first time you saw him was on one of the rare occasions he had actually shown up to class. It was easy to spot him when he confidently walked in a little more than fashionably late with flaming red hair. He was absolutely beautiful and you couldn’t take your eyes off him. None of the girls could. He had been walking up the stairs by you to take a seat towards the back of the lecture hall when you had accidently knocked your pencils on the floor. You reached down to pick them up at the same time he did, his hand grazing one of yours. You glanced at him and he gave you a sly smile, one of his dimples popping out. As he placed your pencils back on your desk his other hand gently slid up your calf stopping at the back of your knee and squeezed. You blushed and bit your lip and Hyunjin winked at you before going to take a seat right behind you. You couldn’t focus the rest of the class that day.  

The second time you ran into him you did just that. You were running to make it to one of your classes and Hyunjin was roaming campus halls instead of being in his class as usual. You rounded a corner and ran right into him full force. Of course, he was sturdier than you so while he stumbled you crashed to the floor. 

“What the hell watch wh-” When he realized it was you, he stopped. You were on your ass rubbing the heels of your palms where you had tried to catch yourself but only ended up hurting yourself more. Hyunjin’s demeanor changed immediately.  

“Oh shit hey sorry. Are you okay?” He was genuinely concerned as he reached down to help you up. When you got up you didn’t realize who you had run into, you were too busy trying to rub the soreness away from your ass, wincing. Hyunjin couldn’t help the way his mouth watered and his dick got a little hard watching you rub your palm flat against your full ass, your skirt bunching just a little, riding up showing more of your thighs. You smoothed your skirt back down and finally looked up to see who you had bumped into. When you did your mind went blank.  

“Uh...” You just stared at Hyunjin speechless and he gave you that same smirk he had given you in class and took a step towards you. You backed up against the wall and one of Hyunjin’s arms came up, his hand resting on the wall by your head, partially caging you in. He leaned in close and your breathing hitched. His other hand rested on your waist before sliding down and gently gripping your ass cheek that you had just been rubbing, his thumb caressing it. 

“I asked if you were okay?” You swallowed hard and shook your head as blush crept up your neck and face. He leaned in closer pressing his pouty lips against the shell of your ear. 

“Good, wouldn’t want anything to happen to such a nice...” Hyunjin gripped your ass cheek harder, fingers dangerously close to gripping flesh and not fabric, making you gasp. 

“Girl.” He nuzzled against your ear and then let go of your ass and walked away leaving you there absolutely breathless. You had a few of these interactions with Hyunjin. He was always very forward, borderline aggressive with his advances, light touches and gentle groping. You could tell under the façade he was trying to put up that he was really a nice guy. No matter how hard he tried to give off the bad boy vibe you saw through it. He had picked up your pencils for you, he had been genuine in his concern and helped you up when you fell, and he would never cross a certain line when he was flirtatious with you. Hyunjin wanted to tease you, push you. He could tell you wanted him, the way you would hold your breath and close your eyes in anticipation when he got closer. The way you leaned into his touches. The blown-out lust filled eyes you gave him every time he pushed your buttons and walked away. Hyunjin would only ever go that ninety percent just waiting for you to burst and take the other ten. Every time walking away leaving you more frustrated than the time before.

One day when you were studying in the library for midterms you were walking up and down rows of shelves looking for a specific book and suddenly you were grabbed from behind and pulled into the back utility closet. You went to scream and a big hand clamped around your mouth as familiar pouty lips were pressed against your ear.  

“No need to scream now it’s just me good girl.” Once you realized it was Hyunjin and relaxed he let go of you and you spun around. You slapped and hit him and yelled. 

“You scared the shit out of me Hyunjin god!” He laughed at your outburst. You had never even spoke to him before let alone said his name. He grabbed your hands that swatted at him and pulled you close. 

“Mmm I like the way my name sounds in your mouth good girl.” You had enough. You couldn’t take his teasing anymore. You wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine.  

“I have a name. It’s Y/N, thank you very much and if you think you like your name in my mouth you have no idea how much you’re going to love your cock in there.” Okay you weren’t exactly sure where that boldness came from but he’d pushed your buttons long enough. Hyunjin looked at you and his jaw dropped. He thought he’d get you to break but he did not expect that. A mischievous smile spread across his face. 

“Ooo dirty and here I thought you were a good girl. Or are you just all talk baby?” You smirked at him as you sunk to your knees. You unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and started pulling down his zipper. You licked your lips as you looked up at him. 

“I’m a great girl by the way.” You pulled his pants and boxers down enough to free his cock. It was long and slender and pretty just like him. You wrapped your hand around the base and spit on it before taking him into your mouth. 

“Fuuuck yes you are. God damn! The BEST girl!” Hyunjin thread his fingers into your hair and held onto the back of your head as you bobbed up and down on his dick. You sucked and swirled your tongue around him as you continued to take him further into your mouth. His other hand came up and he gripped your head on both sides as you hollowed your cheeks and he fucked into your mouth, making you gag before finally pulling you off. Hyunjin pulled you up from your knees and kissed you pulling you close, his hard cock pressing against you. Suddenly he dropped down to his knees in front of you. He pushed your hips up against the wall as he lifted your skirt. Hyunjin pulled your panties down holding them open so you could step out of them, he brought them up to his face and took in your scent before shoving them in his pants pocket. 

“You won’t be needing these.” He hiked one of your legs over his shoulder grabbing a hold of your ass wasting no time burying his face in your wet cunt. The way his lips and tongue worked at your clit, sucking and slurping at you, it was exquisite. You grabbed a hold of his fiery red hair with both hands to balance yourself when he threw your other leg over his other shoulder, pressing you against the wall harder as he continued to eat you out as if his life depended on it.  

“HYUN-” You bit on your fingers trying to keep quiet as Hyunjin hummed against your clit pushing you over the edge quickly with only his mouth. Your legs shook around his head as he kitten licked you through the aftershocks of your orgasm. He removed one leg at a time from his shoulders making sure you were steady before letting go and standing up. He pulled you close pressing you against him again and kissed you running his hands down your body and grabbing your ass. He quickly turned you around pressing you against the wall, pulling your hips out and kicking your legs apart. It made you drip with excitement the way he handled you so roughly. Hyunjin lifted your skirt over your ass again and gave it a smack before he leaned over you and lined himself up with your soaked entrance. He stopped before pushing into you. 

“Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me good girl.” You laid your head back against his shoulder and grabbed a handful of his hair as you pushed yourself onto his cock. 

“God, I want you. Please Hyunjin I want you.” He groaned as he pushed and sunk further into you. 

“FUCK so wet, so fucking tight!” Once Hyunjin was balls deep in you he started rocking his hips gently against your ass. It was totally different than the way he’d man handled you into position. It was almost tender the way he fucked you, his arms wrapped around your body, plump lips grazing your neck and shoulder with soft kisses. Barely pulling out before he buried his cock deep into you again. One of his hands traveled down and his fingers started teasing your clit, he felt you clench around him. 

“Are you close good girl? Are you gonna give me another one? You have another one in you right come on good girl?” He pushed in even deeper and harder and you moaned out. He clamped his other hand over your mouth again and fucked you faster. 

“This is a library you gotta be quiet while I wreck your pussy. Don’t break the rules, now be a good girl and cum for me.” He kept fucking you hard and fast as you pushed your ass back into him, skin slapping against skin as he pushed you to your peak again. You screamed into his hand as your cunt coated his cock in your juice. After your pussy stopped throbbing around his cock Hyunjin removed his hand from your mouth. He bent you over more, grabbed your hips with both hands and continued to pound into your dripping pussy.  

“Fuck Hyunjin, don’t cum inside me. I have class in fifteen minutes...” He gave you two more hard deep thrusts and pulled himself out spinning you back to face him. He kissed you hard, it took what little breath you had away. 

“On your knees good girl, open up.” You knelt down and opened your mouth sticking out your tongue as he pressed his tip against your tongue and stroked his cock. The first warm spurt of his cum on your tongue surprised you a little but Hyunjin aimed carefully squeezing every bit of his load out and into your mouth, making sure to not make a mess so you could get to your class on time. He ran his hand through your hair. 

“Be a good girl and swallow what I gave you.” You swallowed Hyunjin’s cum just like he told you and then grabbed his cock and sucked on the head to get any trace of his seed left. He shook and twitched from the overstimulation. 

“FUCKfuckfuck...” He pulled away quickly and you looked up at him smiling very content with yourself. You stood up and this time you pulled him in for a kiss as he tried to get post nut clarity. You fixed your skirt as he stood there trying to wrap his mind around what just happened.  

“Fuck, I have got to say good girl I was NOT expecting that!” You smiled and gently stroked your fingertips along Hyunjin’s sensitive body making him erupt in goosebumps before pecking his lips. 

“I told you it’s Y/N and now that you know what to expect we should do this again some time.” You blew him a kiss and winked as you opened the door and left to find the nearest bathroom and get cleaned up before your class, leaving Hyunjin standing in the utility closet with his pants and underwear around his ankles. He pulled them up fastening them and his belt, grabbing your panties out of his pocket and putting them up to his face again breathing you in. 

“Oh Y/N that will definitely be happening again.” Hyunjin laughed to himself breathless.

That was how your arrangement with him started. At first you would meet up in empty class rooms, closets, any little hide away you could find and fuck, that’s it. No conversation, no how was your day, just raw lust. Fuck, cum, go your separate ways like you didn’t even know each other. It had been going on for a couple of weeks when you finally fessed up to your best friend Chan about it. He was getting suspicious of your absences between classes when normally you’d be meeting him for lunch or study sessions and he was less than enthusiastic when you told him the reason why you had been absent.  

“That guy is a dick, you should steer clear of him baby girl he’ll just end up hurting you.” You rolled your eyes at your friend and pinched his cheek playfully. 

“Thank you for worrying about me Channie but he’s not as bad as he tries to act and anyway it’s just sex.” He gave in and dropped the subject but he still thought it was a bad idea. It always starts as just sex and then... He did make a point to corner Hyunjin alone after he found out so he could let him know what would happen if he did hurt you. Hyunjin didn’t take the threat very seriously but Chan wanted it to be known regardless. After you almost got caught a few times fucking in class rooms you and Hyunjin started sneaking into each other’s dorms. When that happened things started evolving little by little. Sometimes you guys would order pizza and watch a movie before you fucked. Sometimes Hyunjin would hold you after in bed and you would talk about little things, silly likes and dislikes or funny things that happened during your days. Sometimes Hyunjin would run his fingers through your hair instead of pulling it and placed sweet kisses when before he would have bitten and sometimes you fell asleep in his arms after and he watched you sleep and whispered things to you he wouldn’t dare say when you were awake. It all transitioned so gradually neither of you realized you were already fucked. 

That’s the way things were between you now. Just the night before Hyunjin had snuck into your dorm and the two of you had ordered in dinner, laughed, and ravaged each other half the night before crashing, your limbs tangled together. That’s what you were thinking about as you walked the halls of the university building. You were in on the way to your next class but all you could think of was lips and teeth, tongues, and hands, roaming, exploring, tasting. You were pulled from your thoughts when you heard a group of guys around the next corner being louder than necessary. Then you heard a familiar voice. Hyunjin. It wasn’t surprising that he was skipping a class to cause chaos with his friends. You were just going to keep walking and you would ignore each other like you always did in public but you stopped in your tracks when you heard one of the other guys bring up your name. 

“Y/N man? I don’t know why you hang out with that stuck up bitch all the time Hwang.” You were surprised his friends knew you spent time together at all.  

“She’s not that bad man…” You smiled. So, Hyunjin had not only told his friends about you but was actually defending you too? 

“Oh what is it Hwang? Does she have you by the balls? Never thought I’d see the day a bitch could get your nuts in a jar.” You heard Hyunjin scoff. 

“She’s not a bitch...” Your heart swelled hearing him stick up for you again. 

“She’s a good girl...”  

“and good girls do the nastiest things.” And then your heart shattered. 

“Every time she blows me it's like she’s trying to suck my soul out of my dick.” All of the guys laughed. You could feel your face getting red and tears prick your eyes as he continued. 

“And the way she sticks out her tongue and opens up wide for my load just like I tell her to. Ugh. She swallows it every time! So eager! She annoys the hell out of me most of the time so if I’m spending time with her, it's because my dick is about to be inside her.” You couldn’t believe he would tell them the things you did together, that he would talk about you like that. You didn’t want to hear another word. You walked around the corner just as Hyunjin was about to speak again and his eyes locked with yours. The look on his face went blank, like a deer in headlights. When the rest of the guys turned to see what Hyunjin was looking at and saw you standing there they started snickering and tears started streaking your face. 

“I didn’t realize I was annoying you; I won’t bother you anymore.” Your voice came out in a quiver. You could hear the burst of laughter coming from his friends as you turned to walk away, then running, not wanting to give Hyunjin the satisfaction of seeing you cry because of him. 

“Don’t think she’ll be so eager to swallow anymore of those loads now Hwang!” One of the guys slapped Hyunjin on the back still laughing. Hyunjin shoved him away. 

“Shut the fuck up shit head no one’s lining up to suck your dick either.” The guys laughed and Hyunjin took off the opposite direction pulling out his phone and immediately trying to call you. You knew you weren’t together; it was just an arrangement between you, you knew that. You didn’t even speak to each other outside of your meet ups. You didn’t want to taint his ‘bad boy’ image by approaching him in public and he certainly wasn’t going to risk anyone seeing him talking to a goodie two shoes like you. You knew. You knew he wasn’t your boyfriend but you didn’t think he was just using you either. You quickly ducked into a hidden alley nearby just wanting to be alone. You huddled down hugging your knees and cried. Your phone rang and dinged with calls and text notifications that went ignored. When you finally stopped crying and sat up it felt like a lot of time had passed in that alley but it had only been about twenty minutes. You looked at the missed calls and texts on your phone as it started to get dark outside. 

You rolled your eyes, closed the text thread with Hyunjin and opened Chan’s texts that also had multiple notifications. 

Missing that’s rich you thought to yourself. 

You text back Chan first. He had been right about Hyunjin all along and he was worried and you just wanted him to come get you. 

You opened your text thread with Hyunjin again and sent him the only words you had to say to him. 

You put your phone away and huddled back down, resting your head on your knees again, and waited for Chan to show up. About ten minutes later when you finally heard footsteps approaching in the alley you stood up assuming Chan was there to collect you but when you looked up you were met with Hyunjin’s bright red hair practically glowing in the dark. 

“Oh, fuck thank god!” He breathed out a sigh of relief having found you not knowing Chan already had. You tensed up and backed away as he came towards you and he stopped. When he took another step, you put your hands up and he stopped again. 

“Don’t.” You wanted your voice to sound firm but it was the furthest from that possible. Unsurprisingly he didn’t listen and came closer. You couldn’t stand it. You couldn’t stand him being near you after what you heard him say about you. You screamed at him and he stopped dead in his tracks. 

“Get the fuck away from me Hyunjin! I mean it! I mean it! Stay the fuck away from me!” You were shouting and crying when Chan came running up the alley pushing past Hyunjin to you. 

“What the fuck did you do?!” Chan spit his words at Hyunjin as you clung to him and he attempted to calm you down. Hyunjin was speechless. What HAD he done? Chan shook his head and rolled his eyes. 

“Whatever, just go Hwang. I’ve got her.” Hyunjin wanted to argue. Wanted to tell Chan to fuck off and take you in his arms. Tell you he was an idiot for saying that stuff. He wanted to tell you all the things he whispered to you in your sleep but he was frozen in his spot. Chan guided you past him back down the alley towards his car. Hyunjin continued standing there, his heart wretched and it was his own stupid fault. Because being tough and heartless was supposed to be easier. Right? Hyunjin pulled and then ran his hands through his hair yelling at himself.  

“FUCK!” Once Chan had you in the car he got in the driver’s seat and took off, tires chirping as he sped away.  

“Okay Y/N what the fuck happened?” You turned away from him and looked out the window. 

“You were right Chan, okay? You were right. He’s an asshole. Is that what you want to hear?” You sniffled and Chan sighed. 

“Of course that’s not what I want Y/N. What did he do?” You shook your head trying to fight back more tears. 

“He told...” You choked on your words and took a deep breath. 

“He told his friends things... that we... that I did... with him and made fun of me with them. Said I was annoying and he only spent time with me to fuck me.” You sobbed and Chan let out a breath like he had just been punched in the gut. His ears went red as he fought the rage building inside him. 

“That piece of fucking shit. I warned him.” His words came out through gritted teeth. 

“I didn’t expect him to fall in love with me or anything but I thought he was at least a nice guy you know? That he would... I don’t know. I don’t know what I expected Chan. I’m so stupid.” Chan shook his head. 

“No. You’re not baby girl.” You looked over at Chan with big tears in your eyes and he glanced away from the road for a second giving you a tight smile. He put his hand on your knee and gave you a reassuring squeeze before putting both hands on the wheel and focusing on the road again. Chan didn’t want to be right at all and after you and Hyunjin’s thing had been going on as long as it had Chan started to think maybe Hyunjin wasn’t as bad as he’d thought at first and maybe he did actually have feelings for you. Now he knew better, knew he should have trusted his gut. When Chan pulled up in front of your dorm he parked, got out, opened your door, and walked you to the front of your building. 

“Okay baby girl, I’ll be back.” He kissed you on your cheek and went to leave. You turned to him surprised. 

“Wait aren’t you coming up? I don’t want to be alone right now Chris.” Chan turned back and smiled at you. He tucked some stray hair behind your ear. 

“I’ll be right back, I’m just gonna go grab us something to eat.” He kissed your forehead and left and you went into your dorm.

Chan was absolutely definitely going to get food. Right after he went and found Hyunjin again. Considering it was any night of the week on a collage campus he had a good idea where to find him. Chan pulled up to tonight’s frat party. He walked into the house weaving through the sea of people looking for the tell-tale red hair that would indicate that he’d found his target. When he went out into the backyard he finally spotted him. Hyunjin was standing with a few of his friends, red solo cup in hand. Chan charged Hyunjin and shoved him. 

“What the FUCK is your problem?!” Chan shouted at him. Hyunjin stumbled and fell on his ass dropping his drink. Before he could say or do anything his friends grabbed Chan and hit him. It took a couple punches before Chan went down and then they started to kick him. Hyunjin got up and ran over to the group of guys pulling at them. 

“STOP! STOP! It’s enough! Leave it and let him up!” The guys all stopped and stepped back behind Hyunjin. Chan stood up wincing and grabbed his side trying to take deep breaths. He looked at Hyunjin and spat a mouth full of blood on the ground in front of him. 

“She didn’t deserve that and you know it. Just what the fuck is wrong with you?” Hyunjin didn’t know what to say. Chan shook his head and went to leave, walking around the side of the house. Hyunjin stood there for a minute and then ran after him. 

“Is she okay?” He shouted after Chan. Chan stopped and closed his eyes in absolute disbelief.  

“Is she okay? NO! Hyunjin she’s not o-fucking-kay! Just... stay the fuck away from her Hwang. I mean it.” Chan turned and left to get you the food he’d promised he was bringing back, trying to figure out how he was going to explain how he got beat up in the process. When you heard knocking at your door you knew Chan was back with dinner. You opened it and you were shocked to see the state he was in. He was covered in grass stains and scrapes with a fat lip and what looked like the start of a black eye. 

“Christopher Jesus what happened?!” Chan shook his head and lifted the food ignoring your question. 

“I hope beef with broccoli and egg rolls are okay.” He walked in, more like limped in, and set the food down before sitting down himself with a grunt. 

“Christopher Bang, I don’t give a shit about egg rolls tell me what the fuck happened right now.” Chan looked at you and considered lying for one second. But Chan was a terrible liar so he abandoned the idea as quickly as it came and opted to bite the bullet and tell you the truth. 

“Okay before you get mad just remember that I’m very protective of the people I care about and you know that.” Your eyes narrowed. 

“Christo-” Chan interrupted you. 

“Okay okay! I went to give Hyunjin a piece of my mind and perhaps things got a little physical.” You tilted Chan’s head inspecting his injuries. 

“Hyunjin did this to you!?” You asked shocked and Chan quickly shook his head. 

“No no, his buddies did. I shoved Hyunjin down and his friends all swarmed me.” You walked over to your freezer, grabbed an ice pack and walked back over putting it against Chan’s face and hugged him pulling his head against your stomach. He winced a little. 

“Chan you shouldn’t have done that.” He nodded his head pressed against your belly and wrapped his arms around your waist. He knew it was stupid the moment his hands made contact with Hyunjin’s chest and he shoved him but he was so angry he couldn’t stop himself. 

“I know I’m sorry Y/N.” You shook your head and went to grab the first aid kit in your bathroom. 

“It’s okay Channie, I appreciate you sticking up for me and trying to defend my honor.” You gave him a sad smile and started cleaning up his scrapes. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up and we’ll eat.” As you concentrated on Chan’s injuries, he watched your face trying to figure out if you were going to be alright or not. Usually, he’s good at reading you but he honestly couldn’t tell so he just asked. 

“Y/N... are you gonna be okay?” You looked down at Chan as you tossed away the antiseptic soaked cotton ball. You let out a heavy sigh. 

“So! Beef with broccoli you said?” Chan took the hint and dropped it for the time being but he wasn’t going to let it go forever.  

“And egg rolls.” He said handing the bag over to you. You and Chan had dinner and watched a couple movies in silence which you were thankful for. Chan was your oldest and best friend for many reasons and picking up on when to drop a subject instead of pushing you was one of the things you loved about him. It was around midnight when you walked Chan out. You stood outside the door of your dorm building with him quietly for a minute before he broke the silence. 

“You know if you need me...” Before Chan could finish his sentence you threw your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. He was caught off guard at first but then wrapped his arms around you squeezing you tightly back. You pulled away and gave him a quick peck on the lips, tears had quietly run down your face. Chan pushed your hair out of your face and wiped a tear away wishing he could take the pain away for you. 

“I know Channie.” He closed his eyes and kissed your forehead. 

“Call me tomorrow.”  

Hyunjin was crouched by some cars. He was just about to try and make a break to sneak in to your dorm building. He had to talk to you, he had to tell you he was sorry and how he really felt. He needed to lay it all out for you. Before he could, the door to your building opened and you and Chan walked out. He sunk down lower so that neither of you saw him. He felt guilty seeing Chan grass stained and hurt even if Chan had shoved him first. Hyunjin had deserved that and worse as far as he was concerned. You both stood there for a bit and then you suddenly hugged Chan. He hugged you back and Hyunjin hated seeing it even though he knew you were only friends. Then you kissed Chan and Hyunjin knew he had well and truly fucked up because Chan was the kind of guy you really deserved. One that wasn’t afraid to admit he cared, one that would stand up for you when someone wronged you, one that was kissing you goodbye at midnight not sneaking in to fuck you. He saw Chan kiss your forehead and then leave and you walked back inside your dorm building. Once Chan was gone and you were back inside Hyunjin left no longer feeling as confident about confronting you as he had been. 

The next few weeks you focused on your classes and school work and avoided Hyunjin at all costs. It wasn’t very hard. Even in a diverse campus like yours his bright red hair still stood out. Any time you saw the fiery red hair you went in the opposite direction as quickly as possible. You just had to get through these next few weeks, then it would be break and you would be home and you wouldn’t have to worry about seeing him for a while. So, you threw yourself into your work and had your usual study and movie nights with Chan to pass the time. The few times Hyunjin worked up the nerve to talk to you he always found you with Chan which wasn’t unusual but he just couldn’t confront you in front of him especially since Chan had told him to stay away and even more so since he had seen you kiss him.

A few days into break with half of the school gone home Hyunjin finally ran into Chan at one of the campus cafes for the first time since the frat party fight. Unable to avoid him this time Hyunjin walked up to the line behind Chan. Chan rolled his eyes when he saw him. After standing there in silence a minute Chan couldn’t take it. He couldn’t just act like nothing happened. 

“You know you’re an idiot. She might not have ever admitted it and probably never will but she was crazy about you Hwang and you did one of the most awful things you could do to her.” Hyunjin didn’t argue with Chan, he just shook his head in agreement. 

“Your right I fucked up. I fucked up and hurt the one girl I've probably ever loved and lost her. You are the type of guy she needs, not me, and you guys are together now so...” Chan looked at Hyunjin like he was speaking a foreign language. 

“We’re what now?” Hyunjin looked at Chan and cocked his eyebrow. 

“You guys are together now.” Chan shook his head. 

“Uhh. No. Never in a million years.” Hyunjin rolled his eyes. 

“You don’t have to lie. I saw you guys kissing.” Now Chan was VERY confused. 

“When?!” Hyunjin pushed his fingers into his eyes not wanting to picture the memory while talking about it. 

“That night, after the party, in front of her dorm.” Then Chan realized what he was talking about.  

“No... dude. Ugh. That was just... me and Y/N have done that since we were like toddlers. That’s not... we’re not. It doesn’t mean anything. Hyunjin me and Y/N are and will only ever be friends. Wait... why were you there in the first place?” Hyunjin ran his hands through his hair pushing it out of his face frustrated.  

“I was gonna beg her for forgiveness, tell her how I really feel. I was gonna throw myself at her feet and hope for mercy even though I don’t deserve it for what I did to her.” Chan let out a long, exasperated, sigh. He couldn’t believe he was about to say what he was going to say. 

“Hwang... ugh. Hyunjin. She doesn’t need a guy like me, she’s always had me and we’re just friends. She just needs you to be the type of guy she needs. Stop trying to be such a fucking hard ass and go tell her what you just told me.” Hyunjin looked at Chan shocked. 

“Wha- but how? She’s gone and she’s blocked me on everything!” Chan shook his head.  

“We grew up together Hyunjin! I lived across the street. My mom said Y/N’s parents are having a party today. I’ll give you the address just don’t make me regret doing this!” Hyunjin could barely contain himself. He started running towards the nearest exit. 

“Text it to me! There’s something I gotta do first!”  He shouted back at Chan before bursting out the door. Chan considered warning you for a moment. Just so you weren’t completely blindsided. Chan pulled out his phone and texted your parent’s address to Hyunjin and then pulled up your text thread. 

Chan gritted his teeth raising his eyebrows as he put his phone away.

"Yikes!" ‘She wouldn’t REALLY tell my mom about my porn... right?’ Chan hoped things went well so this didn’t bite him in the ass later for multiple reasons now. 

When Chan stopped replying to your texts you considered actually going across the street to his mom’s house and telling her where his porn was but you didn’t for two reasons. One your parents were having another ‘fancy backyard party’ and you had to help finish setting up and two you didn’t really want to talk to Chan’s mom about porn in any context especially not with her son involved in the topic. So you tried to ignore the ominous feeling Chan’s foreboding I love you text gave you and helped set up the rest of the party decorations.

After everything was set up you went to your room, showered and got ready. You put on your favorite pastel purple sun dress to try and feel better, it always made you feel pretty. It was gauzy, a little ruffled, lose in the skirt and hit you mid-thigh. It had a more fitted top that tied in the back with little gathered sleeve and a rounded neck line. It showed a little chest and back but was still tasteful and appropriate for the party. You slid on a pair of sandles, sprayed on the designer perfume your mother INSISTED on you wearing and went down stairs to help your parents greet guests that were starting to show up. The one good thing about these parties is your parents always made sure there was a stocked bar and you were old enough to drink. Once the party was in full swing and you had a few drinks in you it didn’t seem quite so bad. You were talking to an old high school friend and as long as you didn’t think about... 

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” Either your drinks were laced with LSD or walking through the crowd of people in your backyard was Hyunjin. At least a it was a guy that looked like Hyunjin. His signature red hair was dyed black and instead of hanging carelessly in his face was half tied back. Gone was the grungy band t-shirt and ripped skinny jeans, replaced by a blue blazer, a white button up with the top two buttons unfastened, a lose black tie and fitted black slacks. When Hyunjin saw you he stopped dead in his tracks. You looked amazing. Like a literal angel. Your hair, your dress, the way the sun had your cheeks a little red. You were gorgeous.  

“I’m gonna fucking kill Chan.” Your high school friend, who you now remembered crushed hard on Chan, started looking around trying to spot him. 

“What? Is Chan here? I didn’t think he was coming.” You shook your head. 

“No sorry he isn’t, excuse me just a minute.” You walked past your friend and straight up to Hyunjin. He was a little surprised he kind of thought you’d take off when you saw him not approach him but you had those drinks in you and you were furious that he was crashing your parents party.   

“What the hell are you doing here Hyunjin!” You spoke harshly but in a hushed tone so that you didn’t draw attention to yourselves. He tried to grab your hand and you snatched it away. 

“I’m... I’m here to be the guy you need me to be.” You looked at him like you were cracking a safe. 

“What?! What does that mean?” Hyunjin was flustered there were a lot more people around then he thought there would be and he was hoping to talk to you in at least semi-privacy. Before he could answer you noticed your mom making a b line over towards you and Hyunjin with one of her fakest smiles plastered on. 

“Don’t say anything!” You hissed at him as your mom walked up. 

“Honey... who is this handsome young man?” You rolled your eyes as she all but forced you two a little closer together. 

“This is Hyunjin mother, a FRIEND from school.” Your mother gave you the intrigued hum. 

“A BOYfriend?” You shook your head. 

“NO mother. JUST a friend.” She looked him up and down and then you got the disappointed hum. 

“A shame dear, he’s very pretty, perhaps reconsider?” She pinched his cheek and you let out an irritated huff. 

“Mother.” She lifted her well-manicured hands and shook her head. 

“Yes yes, I’ll leave you now. Pleasure to meet you Hyunjin.” Hyunjin bowed and your mother left you. When she was out of site you grabbed Hyunjin by the wrist and pulled him into your house.  

“What do you mean the guy I need you to be?” You didn’t waste time getting straight to the point again. Hyunjin took a deep breath and motioned towards the party, his appearance. 

“I can do this, I can be this for you.” You shook your head still confused. 

“I’m so sorry okay I’m so fucking sorry. I shouldn’t have told them those things; I shouldn’t have said any of those things about you. You don’t annoy me, my memories with you are the best parts my life and I don’t mean the sex, which is great, amazing, the best in my life honestly, but I mean the real parts. Arguing about if pineapple goes on pizza and what k drama to watch, talking until we fall asleep and calming you down when you wake up from a nightmare. I miss all of those things with you. I understand if you can’t forgive me but I just... I... you have to know how sorry I am and how much I love you Y/N.” Hyunjin’s head sank into his hands and he gently pulled at his hair trying to stop his tears but failing. You pulled his hands away and he looked up at you with tears welled in his eyes, surprised you were even near him let alone touching him. 

“I just need you to be you Hyunjin. Whoever and however that is. Red hair, black hair, jeans, blazers that stuff doesn’t matter to me, I just wanted you. Don’t you get it?” Hyunjin shook his head in disbelief. 

“No, I don’t. How could you possibly want me, what’s so special about me that I get you?” You pushed his hair away from his beautiful face as his tears trailed down his cheeks. 

“Everything Hyunjin.” You kissed him. You kissed him with your eyes closed so tight. You kissed him like it was your first kiss and your last kiss. He pulled you close and kissed you back, his full lips pillowy soft against yours. Suddenly you pushed Hyunjin up against the wall and started trailing kisses down his jaw and neck, loosening his tie further. He gently cupped your ass while you pushed your body against him, dragging your teeth across his collar bone after getting his tie removed.

The feeling sent electricity through Hyunjin’s whole body and he started to lose control. He turned you and pressed you against the wall lifting your legs and making you lock them around his waist. When he pushed his growing hard on against your already wet panties you both let out moans. He started kissing your chest and grinding into you as you held on to his hair and panted against him. You both heard a loud sound come from the back door and you stopped, your legs still wrapped around Hyunjin. When you knew no one was coming in you both let out a sigh of relief and kissed again.  

“We shouldn’t do this here Hyunjin.” Your words came out against Hyunjin’s lips and he shook his head. You were right. It was your parent’s house and you were just talking things out and... 

“Take me to my bedroom.” You kissed him after you said it and Hyunjin pulled back surprised by you yet again. 

“Are you sure? I mean, it’s your parent’s house and I... we don’t have to... it’s just I get if you want to wait...” You cut Hyunjin off by kissing him again.  

“Do you want to wait?” 

“Fuck no.” He answered immediately and you smiled. 

“Then why are we still here Hwang?” You unlocked your legs from around him and pulled him towards the stairs to your room. Once you were in your room you slammed the door closed and locked it before turning around and immediately being devoured by Hyunjin’s lips and hands. You jumped up and he did his best to catch you but stumbled back and luckily fell on to your bed you landing on top of him. 

“Damn baby!” You laughed and pushed off his blazer before working on the buttons of this shirt. 

“Sorry, I missed you.” Hyunjin’s heart swelled hearing you say that he pulled you down and kissed you again as you slid your hands over his shoulders removing his shirt. Once his torso was bare you ran your hands over every inch of skin you could touch. Every time your fingers dragged across Hyunjin’s skin he got goosebumps. 

“I missed you too baby. Missed you so fuckin much.” Hyunjin flipped you so that you were under him now. He ran his hands down your body and then pushed the skirt of your dress up exposing the wet patch on your panties. He buried his face in your clothed pussy and breathed you in before pushing a kiss against the wet spot. He hooked his fingers in the waist band of your underwear and pulled them off, tossing them over his shoulder. Hyunjin spread your pussy lips and licked softly from your entrance to your clit. His lips wrapped around your clit and he gently sucked on it while teasing it with his tongue and you arched your back off the bed. 

“FUCK! Hyunjin yes! Oh my god yes!” Hyunjin hummed at your praise and it sent delicious vibrations through your cunt making you flush with arousal. He pulled you towards the end of the bed your legs hanging over now, your feet on the ground. You laid back as Hyunjin continued his ministrations pushing a finger inside you, pumping it in and out, getting it good and coated with your juices. 

“God baby you’re so wet. Is this all for me beautiful?” You nodded as he added another finger and continued to suck on your pussy hungrily. When Hyunjin felt you tense after his fingers brushed that spot inside you he started finger fucking you hard hitting it over and over as he sucked and slurped at your clit. 

“Fuck... Hyu....Jin... I’m... its... I’ve never...felt...FUCK!!!” Hyunjin’s fingers kept ramming into your cunt as you started to squirt all over his face. He took long languid licks up your entire pussy through your aftershocks drinking in as much of you as possible. 

“Fuuuck you’re such a good girl squirting for me like that baby. God damn!” You shook and laughed hysterically as you came down from the out of body experience you just had. You sat up on the edge of the bed and pulled Hyunjin in for another kiss. You couldn’t not kiss his pouty lips especially after how good they just made you feel. Hyunjin untied the back of your dress and slid it down your body placing kisses down your neck and breasts. Once you were completely naked for him you slid back in your bed and laid down waiting for him. He took his pants and boxers off and climbed in the bed over you. He slid one hand up your thigh lifting and spreading one of your legs for him. Just before he sank into you he stopped and looked at you blushing and panting in anticipation under him. 

“Tell me you want this baby, tell me you want me.” You pushed his hair out of his beautiful face again and pulled him down to kiss you. 

“I want you Hyunjin,” you kissed him again. 

“Just you,” and again. 

“Only you. Make love to me Hyunjin.” When Hyunjin pushed into your warm wet sex he almost lost his mind. You always felt perfect, like you were made for each other. Once he was completely inside you he buried his face in the crook of your neck and shoulder and stopped, afraid if he moved he’d cum immediately. You ran your fingers through his hair and kissed the side of his face as he tried to regain control of his body. After a minute you moaned and squirmed underneath him. 

“Please baby. Move. I need you. Please.” You begged and Hyunjin gently bit down into your shoulder as he pulled out slightly and pushed back into you deeper. 

“Fuuuuck...” He moaned out still trying to keep it together. You could tell he was struggling. 

“So good baby, you’re doing so good. Keep going, keep going. PLEASE!” He did the same thing pulling out a little and pushing into you deep and hard again. 

“FUCK yes Hyunjin keep going baby.” He kept fucking you not going too fast at first. Once he was certain he wasn’t going to blow his load he started pulling out a little more and going a little faster still thrusting into you hard. Your hips started meeting his as he pushed inside you faster. 

“God baby you feel so good. You make me feel so good. I love you Hyunjin, fuck I love you!” Hearing you say that set something off in him. He leaned over and kissed you as he held you close and started pounding into you mercilessly. Your body and bed shook, your headboard beating your wall as Hyunjin fucked you hard and fast sucking and biting on your lips. His hips griding firmly against your clit as his cock abused your drenched hole pushing your closer and closer to you high. Hyunjin was close too. 

“Fuck baby be a good girl and let me cum inside. Please please let me cum inside.” You shook your head but Hyunjin wanted to hear you. 

“Tell me baby tell me you want me to fill you up. Tell me you want my babies.” You moaned out as your pussy trembled around his cock at the idea of him filling you with his cum and babies. 

“Yes yes yes Hyunjin fucking cum inside me, want to have your pretty babies please cum inside me!” Hyunjin sat back on his knees, pulled your hips up off the bed and continued to fuck you at a god tier speed. Your legs tightened around Hyunjin and he fucked you to your second orgasm. You started squirting all over his cock and hips, soaking the bed beneath you. Hyunjin’s cock slipped out as you sprayed him with cum. He grabbed the base of his dick slapped the head of it against your clit hard a couple times making you twitch before he stuffed it back in your pussy, your juices continuing to squirt and drip from you. 

“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! OH MY FUCKING GOD HYUNJIN FUCK!” Hyunjin fucked your soaked hole pumping into you hard a few more times before unloading inside you. 

“Shit I’m coming baby, I’m coming fuck fuck take it all, fucking take my cum. Such a good girl FUCK!” You and Hyunjin’s hips slowly grinded into each other for another minute riding the waves of your orgasms and then he pulled out of you, his cum dripping out after. He took his cock, scooped up his cum, and shoved it back inside you both of you jerking and having spasms from the overstimulation. 

“Keep that baby. Keep it inside... fuck! Make me something pretty with it.” Hyunjin collapsed on top of you a sweaty mess. He was heavy but you liked the feeling of his weight on you. It made you feel safe for some reason. You ran your hands up and down his back and through his hair as you both caught your breath.  After a minute of rest he propped himself up on his elbows and looked at you, pushing sweaty hair away from your face. You looked back and smirked tucking some of his sweaty fly away hair behind his ear. 

“What’s so funny.” He kissed the tip of your nose and you ran your fingers through his dark locks. 

“You know I do like the black but... I kinda miss the red.” Hyunjin just laughed and shook his head before cupping your face and kissing you again. 

gold rush | bangchan

“I don’t like that anyone would die to feel your touch, everybody wants you, everybody wonders what it would be like to love you.” Or, a lot of people love chan but he only loves you. He just wishes you could see that.

⇝ pairing: bangchan x f!reader ⇝ rating: 18+ (for the most part it’s pretty pg) ⇝ genre: childhood friends to lovers | angst | fluff | smut ⇝ word count: 10.6k :o ⇝ warnings: lots of pining, based off of gold rush by taylor swiftie, attempt to use metaphors, kinda angsty, also fluffy, chan is rlly popular, minor character death (not mentioned in detail), misunderstandings kinda? but they’re bearable, chan halfway confesses like three times, but you just don’t want to get your hopes up :(, changbin is kinda mean, self indulgent!!, romantic-ish smut (I tried), the smut is skippable it’s like a bonus part <3, blow jobs, pussy eating, kissing, unprotected sex (we know better), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, lovey dovey stuff, time jump, lmk if i’m missing anything

a/n: hi angels, <3 this is now my longest fic… I listened to evermore on wednesday and gold rush and tolerate it filled me with the most insane inspiration ever, so despite my four current wips i whipped this up and posted it in a day so if it shows… i’m so so sorry </3 I could’ve made this way better so let’s pretend I couldn’t have! I hope you like it! It’s way longer than I planned considering it was only supposed to be like 2k. I also added smut which I hadn’t planned on but I made it as soft as possible just to fit the overall vibe I was going for. I wrote this in like ??? 8 hours maybe?? and most of all this shit is self indulgent as fuck like… i’m so !???? i love chan

playlist: gold rush by taylor swift, tolerate it by taylor swift, sad beautiful tragic by taylor swift, she by harry styles (idk anywhere near enough good romantic songs to make a playlist and this is all i listened to as i wrote so… yea idk what’s up with me)

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When did you fall in love?

You think you could most likely tie it back to when Chan first came to town, brown curly hair falling over his eyes, a fuzzy orange sports headband on his head, and a permanent blush on his cheeks. Or, perhaps it was when he’d introduced himself to you, blond hair curling behind his ears as he stared you down, looking less youthful yet even more handsome. Or, maybe it was when he sat next to you in your freshman year of university, spreading his books along his desk, badgering you for one of your shiny pencils, and winking at you when class began.

Maybe it was after all of this. Maybe you still aren’t really in love, but the way your heart beats when he’s around, when he smooths his hands over your shoulders and tucks his head under your chin, makes you think that maybe you are.

It doesn’t matter though– and it never will. Everybody wants him. All you are is another face in the crowd, a friend to talk to when things get tough. You’re someone with whom his shoulder’s brush as he walks past– not someone who gets to feel the wonder of his embrace. The feel of his lips against your skin, the sweet words saved for his lover. That’s never been you.

The sun beams down on you, its rays glittering over the wooden benches of the park, reflecting off of streetlights and seeping in through the cracks of windows and doors. Your feet move leisurely along the street, and in your hand you cradle a warm latte. It’s the middle of September and occasionally sharp gusts of wind leave an air of frigidness over your skin. Your lashes flutter under the breeze, and despite the cold you’re content to saunter along campus. It’s still warm enough for you to leave your hands exposed without them falling victim to the biting chill of autumn, and it’s exactly what you need to distract your mind.

Each step you take allows the thoughts that have been plaguing you to fall away one by one until they are no more. You’re free to ignore them until you have to see Chan again in all his boyish charm and utter cluelessness. Your eyes shut momentarily as the image of him comes to the forefront of your mind, each crinkle in his eye as he smiles, his dimple, his laugh. It brings a familiar ache to your heart. One that can’t fall away with your steps nor with the frigid air. It is one that never leaves you no matter how much you beg or how much you wish. It's become a part of you, and of that you’re sure of.

What you’re not sure of is how to feel about all that your life has become. When you were younger you were no stranger to love– to watching the way your parents interacted as if their life was a simple romance film. You had never lived a loveless life, whether through platonic love or familial, you had felt it all your life. It was normal.

When you were younger you never thought you’d have the same type of love that your parents had. You’d witnessed all forms of love– the best kinds and the worst kinds– and didn’t think you’d get the chance to experience either one. You’d been on the receiving end of many emotions, the good and the bad, though your attraction to others since you knew what attraction was had always been shallow. A simple crush that made your heart flutter, but nothing that made you want to dance to an imaginary song in the dim glow of the kitchen at night. Nothing that made you think waking up to them everyday would be a blessing, and losing them would be a tragedy. For you, it was just like it was for everyone else. Nothing special like the love you’d always laid witness to. Nothing like the love people on your television would cry and cheer about, completely and irrevocably in love with whom they considered their other half.

When you were younger, you envied your parents. As wrong as it had always seemed, as horribly shallow as it had felt, their love constructed a jealousy in you, an insecurity, a flaw. For something you had been exposed to since being a mere infant, why was it so hard for you to feel? All you wanted back then was the love that made people stupidly happy. The feeling that made a comfortable ache form in their chests and an irreversible smile form on their cheeks.

Now, you think that you simply don’t deserve that love. You feel it, you understand it, yet it doesn’t feel as good as it should. It doesn't feel like theirs.

You’ve tried to reverse it, to become the shallow young girl you once were, but the ache in your chest remains through it all, and the complete devotion you feel towards your best friend is just agony every day it isn’t returned.

You’ve arrived at your dorm room, the grandiose building imposing as it towers over you, yet bringing with it a sense of comfort. You don’t miss out on any chance to revel in that feeling– constantly feeling as if a rug has been pulled from under you in every waking moment of the day. It’s tiring, and at any moment you feel like you’re ready to crumble under the weight of it all. Was love supposed to be so agonizing? So terribly heartbreaking? Was it right to tear you down this way?

Your keys jingle on the loop, and your Mary Janes click with every step along the lacquered wooden floors, the entire building spotless in its entirety and poshness oozing uncomfortably from its walls. Though with every step you took you became more and more at ease just happy that you’d be able to crash in your bed and pity yourself for the next few hours.

That was all your life consisted of now, after all.

You jogged up the stairs, your legs burning with effort and your movements restrained from your long pencil skirt. A blazer was buttoned deftly over your chest and black tights made it so that barely any skin was exposed. Not that it mattered, anyway. You’re a grown woman free to do whatever you please, and if that includes getting sick in the late autumn weather then so be it.

Upon arrival at your dorm room your shoulders sagged in visible relief. The door couldn’t unlock quick enough as you shuffled your way inside, dropping your purse to the side and setting your empty coffee cup on the kitchen island. You knocked your head back, looking up at the ceiling through bleary eyes and a tired frown. Your feet ached in your shoes and you wanted to spread your legs wide without feeling like you were wearing an exercise band.

You plopped down on your couch, unstrapping and kicking off your confining shoes and curling your feet into the couch. You relaxed into the chair, letting the misery and affliction of the day seep into the fabric. Your eyes closed of their own accord, and a content sigh left your lips in bliss. This was your comfort after a long day. Sitting alone to your own thoughts— or rather with no thoughts, allowing the silence to envelop you and comfort you with an imaginary hand on your back. It was this that made every day worth working through— the knowledge that you’d be able to curl up at the end of the day and relax your muscles just to do it all over again the next day.

Ever since you were a child being alone was a comfort you always sought out. Being left to your own devices was the best thing your parents could have ever done for you, and it was when you were able to fully relax. Reading, writing, drawing— the silence of your bedroom was a safe haven for your turbulent mind. Always running, never stopping to give you a break or catch your breath. Your thoughts ran rampant ever since you could remember, tormenting you and making your life an aching bout of anxiety. Silence was something that should’ve made it worse, but it was when you could fall into your daydreams and pretend your life wasn’t your own.

Sleep pulls you under, insistent as it forces your eyelids down.

Chan has always been a stranger to love, and that’s why he’s always done his best to give as much as he could. Since he was a young boy he had never known his father, had never known what it was like to play in the backyard with him or watch basketball games. He never knew what it would be like to hang out with his own dad, sharing secret handshakes and joking around with his mom. He didn’t know what it would be like to feel fatherly love, to feel the embrace of who should’ve been one of the most important people in his life.

Since he was a young boy it’s just been him and his mother, in their downtrodden family home, barely standing no matter how hard his mother worked to support them both. His mother had shared as much love as she could, fighting through the bitterness Chan’s father had left her with and pushing herself harder to provide for them both without any help. She had tried her hardest since Chan was a child until he was a senior in high school, constantly making sure he was provided for and well taken care of. This love should’ve been enough, but for a long time it wasn’t.

Chan had never known what it was like to love someone completely and irrevocably, wanting to shout from the rooftops his devotion to another. He had never seen his parents love each other, had never met either of his grandparents, and had no aunts or uncles or cousins in his life or who cared about him enough to even pretend they wanted something to do with him. In elementary school he was ridiculed, fatherless and pitiful. He didn’t live in a house as nice as the other kids, he didn’t have a complete and happy family like the other kids, or the same amount of money, or the same amount of privilege. To them, he was nothing.

In middle school it was much worse. By that time Chan had been no stranger to bullying. He had struggled through it during elementary school, had been tormented by his peers since before he was a teenager, and didn’t let the words affect him no matter how much harsher they became. To him, his oppressors were the pitiful ones. They were the ones who had not experienced enough love, and no matter how much he lacked he would always hold enough love in his heart for others— so that they didn’t have to feel as worthless as he did.

Chan knew from early how hard-working his mother had been. He knew she tried her best, that she worked herself to the bone just to make him happy. How much she wanted her love to be enough— and maybe it would’ve been had he not had to experience all that he did. He knew, and that’s why he had never voiced his feelings to her at all throughout elementary school and middle school, and why by the time high school came around he was an expert at masking the pain in his heart with a smile on his face.

When Chan’s mother told him they were moving it felt like a weight had been lifted. Leaving all the pain of his past felt like the beginning he needed, the start he wanted to finally be happy. To finally let his mother’s love be enough.

By the time Chan turned seventeen, his smile was the brightest it had ever been. He didn’t know how good it felt to be admired, to be held in high regard, to love and be loved back. It felt good. He never wanted to let that go, and if it was up to him he never would.

Before Chan made it to college his mother fell ill. Chan willed the love in his heart to be enough, hoped that his prayers and wishes would bring his mother back to him. That the love she had always given him would strengthen her and allow her to live as happily and carefree as she deserved. Chan had a plan, he would be the one to take care of her this time around. He was 18, had his own car and his own job. He was going to college to start his career so he could be there for her in return. So she could be taken care of like she deserved. He begged for his love to be enough, but sometimes it simply isn’t. And when the casket closed on the worst day of Chan’s life, he realized that to be true.

Chan rushes out the cafe, umbrella in hand, giggling to himself as he runs across campus— two coffee cups in hand as he goes. Bystanders watch him warily as he runs, wondering if he’ll drop one of the items he’s carrying or wondering if he’s alright, but Chan doesn’t notice and if he does, he doesn’t care enough to stop. His feet splash in puddles, carrying him to your dorm room as swiftly as possible. He’s careful not to slip on the wet pavement and tightens his grip on your drink to make sure it doesn’t spill.

The building is still the same imposing grandiose thing that it always has been, but to him it’s nothing but slabs of cement between piles of brick. He pays no mind to the water that drops down his umbrella over the once pristine wooden floor, simply running up the stairs and to your room. You should be awake by now, he decides, all too familiar with your daily naps after class and after work. His cap hangs low over his eyes so no one recognizes him as he shuffles through the halls.

He knocks rapidly on your door and only stops when he hears your groan through the drywall. His giggles float from his lips freely and unfiltered, and he’s filled with unadulterated joy just at the simple thought of seeing you. His heart thuds in his chest and he hopes he’s early enough to see your face puffy from sleep, hair mussed and clothes wrinkled as if he had finally gotten the chance to wake up next to you.

When the door opens he grins, dimple on full display as you sigh, grabbing a cup from his hands and moving to the side to let him in.

“How was your day?”

“Same as usual— hey!” You place the cup on the table next to your empty one from earlier and move his umbrella outside the door, sending him a glare as you shut it behind you. “Not on my floors,” you huff as he ruffles your hair in response.

“I missed you,” Chan hums, bringing his cup to his lips. “How was class?”

“I missed you too. Class was fine, just tiring Channie.”

A smile flits upon your lips as you cross your legs on the couch, turning towards your best friend’s form sprawled opposite you. “How was the interview?”

Chan smiles, rubbing at his neck in mock modesty. “It went great, honestly. They said they’d call me, tell me what the next steps are and all that shit.” He turns to you, smile blindingly bright. “Fuck, I’m so happy.”

The happiness on his face is palpable in the air between you as you lean forward and bring him into a hug. His cologne sticks to your skin and you bury your nose deeper into his jacket just to feel a little closer to him. “That’s great,” you beam, “If anyone could do it, it’s you.”

His arms encircle you and his lips brush against your cheek. His fuzzy sweater rubs along your bare skin, leaning a trail of warmth in its wake. Chan’s hands run up and down your back and he chuckles. “I know, I can always count on you.”

“Count on me?” you repeated, curling closer in Chan’s embrace as he grinned.

“To be there for me, to trust in me, to support me. You’re always there for me.”

“And you’ll be there for me too.”

“And I'll be here for you too,” Chan whispers, his voice much quieter than it had previously been. He noses into the top of your head, tickling his skin with your hair.

Your breath is silent to match the sudden silence in the room. Chan is still, his nose still pressed into your hair but his hand rests against your back and he leans into you, still holding his weight but allowing himself to relax a bit more in your embrace. You shuffle closer, digging your chin into his shoulder as lightly as possible so that it doesn’t hurt him, and squeeze at his sides.

You know how hard it is for him having lacked a stable support system in one of the most stressful times of his life, and you’re just glad you could be that for him. You allow his cologne to relax you as the silence becomes heavier, enveloping you in its embrace. You let yourself think about things you shouldn’t, allow yourself to wonder if you’d be able to leave a soft kiss against his skin. If he would leave a kiss against yours, trailing fingers across each other and whispering sweet words to one another, simply lounging in each other’s presence. You let yourself think about what would happen next. Would he hold you close? Pull you into his lap? Tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and lean in slowly to kiss you?

“I wish I could tell you what you are to me.”

Chan’s voice almost makes you jolt, so wrapped up in the previous silence that it takes you a moment to recognize he’s spoken. His words bring a frown to your face— one of confusion and one of false hope. You know that no matter how much you want to, you can’t wish for feelings. His hair is soft to the touch as you run your fingers through it, curling tendrils behind his ear and ghosting over his skin as if he was yours.

“I wish you could too.”

When did you fall in love?

Maybe it was when Chan would run his hands along your skin as if you belonged to him. Touching you with such a gentle caress that it was painful to your fragile heart, treating you with such tender care that it was almost unbearable. Yet like a drug you were addicted. To his attention, to his words, to his love. As platonic as it was, it still felt like something to treasure and hold close. It was all you could get and probably all you ever would. Or, perhaps it was when he would take your hand in his, dragging you to a new secret spot and setting up a picnic.

He’d lay out a large blanket, ground it with books and shoes, and then lay out all the food he cooked. Preserved in tupperware he’d make a show of having you try each one, watching with bated breath as you put a contemplative look on your face with every spoonful of food and only relaxing when you’d break character and assure him that his food was the best thing you’d ever tasted, and it was true. It was his and that’s what made it perfect to you.

Or, maybe it was when he’d come to your dorm room every night, right when you’d wake up from your nap, bringing a latte or a snack and lounging on your couch catching each other up on your days, on what’s been happening in the week, and later curling up and falling asleep to a movie. He’d grab ahold of your hand and thread your fingers together— never noticing the hitch in your breath but holding you close to him all the same.

He’d run a hand along your waist, let it slip under your shirt and ghost his fingers across your skin when you hugged. It was all earth-shattering, yet things that were so normal. You couldn’t allow yourself to think of it as anything more than it was.

“So I take it you’re never gonna confess.”

“Confess?” You question, bringing your croissant to your mouth and taking a bite.

Hyunjin sighs, bringing a hand to his hair in order to run through it. “Confess that you have feelings for Chan.” He grumbles, bringing his americano to his lips and looking at you through long eyelashes.

“Be serious, Hyunjin. Absolutely not.” You hiss, leaning forward against the table and settling him with a glare before returning to your croissant. “He practically has an entire entourage. The last person he wants is me when he can have literally anyone.”

“Y/n, are you an idiot? If you had even half the awareness the rest of us have you’d see the way he looks at you. The way he touches you? It’s practically like you two are dating already.”

“But we’re not.”

“But you could be.”

“Hyunjin—”

“I don’t get the big deal? I mean it’s just so obvious-”

“Hyunjin!? The big deal is that I could lose my best friend. It’s really not worth it.”

The eye roll Hyunjin sends your way is borderline petrifying, but you’re adamant in your refusal. You straighten up, swallowing the last bit of your croissant before staring at him with stubborn determination.

“Have you seen any romance movie ever? They always say that and then they end up together because, shocker, they both liked each other the entire time. Don’t be a typical mc.”

“Real life is not a movie,” you scoff, “You can’t possibly expect me to base my reasoning off that?”

“I do expect. You should listen to me. As someone with an outside view and who doesn’t have this fear of rejection I can observe you both very well and you obviously like each other. Just rip the bandaid off and move on.”

“Rip the bandaid off?? Really? Is that the best you’ve got? Not very comforting is it?”

Hyunjin sighs, grabbing your hand from across the table. His hand is large, warm, and you can’t help but be comforted when it envelops you.

“Just trust me.”

Against your wishes Hyunjin’s words stick with you for the rest of the day. It’s not the first time you’d considered confessing, finally letting the feelings that have been building up since high school free— wondering if getting all of it off your chest would make you feel better. But then again, you’d just be like everyone else who’s ever confessed to chan. Begging for him to love them back, face in a red flush, wondering what it would be like to love him.

Day by day the air gets colder, blowing against you so harshly it feels like needles prick your skin. The sky is a deep blue, only covered by a few wispy clouds. Around you couples and friends walk through town together, hand in hand, leaning on each other, hands running over each other’s waists. Happily in love.

You look down at the ground with a sad smile, quivering with each step you take, and this time the silence doesn’t allow your thoughts to disappear— it just lets them come knocking even harder. It happens sometimes, when no matter what you do you can’t escape them.

Against your better judgement you hope Chan is at your dorm. He slept over after a movie night, face pressed against the couch and bangs covering his eyes. you watched him for longer than you’d have liked, but you revel in any opportunity to imagine you both are more than you really are. You know it’s all in your head, you know you’ve got everything wrong, you know it’s just hurting yourself more— but when it comes to Chan you find that it doesn’t matter.

The walk to your dorm is slow, with you stopping to look at everything you could. Staring at worn down buildings, waving at cute dogs, and smiling at people as you walked past. Attempting to immerse yourself in the world around you and stop feeling like a passing viewer— to make it so that it felt like people saw you, and you weren’t just there.

You’d left your dorm room early this morning, meeting up with Hyunjin due to plans you’d both made the week prior. You always enjoyed talking to Hyunjin. He knew what was important in life, was strong-willed and attentive. He gave you the best advice, even if sometimes you didn’t follow it. Besides Chan he was probably one of your closest friends, as well as a boy named Lee Felix and your dorm mate. It’s been a while since you’ve seen them both, and it makes you a little sad. You feel like you lose grip over the people that’s important to you, and that after a while they’ll have no problem leaving you behind.

You heave a deep sigh to get the thoughts out your mind, wishing the September sun was a little brighter so it could lift your spirits. Your latte is still warm in your hand, and you tap your nails against it as you trudge up the road leading back to campus. Hyunjin had other business in the city so you two went your separate ways after breakfast. It was still early, unfortunately, and you had no idea how you’d spend the rest of your day. It was too cold to do anything really fun, and most of your friends had classes today anyway.

It was obvious when you’d arrived back on campus. If the intricate buildings weren’t enough, the perfectly paved pathways and neatly trimmed hedges were. People carried books with them as they walked, wearing big jackets and hats. It was really getting colder, and it almost saddened you. Another year coming to a close and you were still stuck with the same problems and the same feelings. You waved at people as you passed, recognizing a few familiar faces along the way. Attention fueled you, made you feel that maybe you were more in this world than you thought you were. That maybe things could be different, that you and Chan could walk side by side and all those people that usually follow behind him could follow behind you too.

Heat punches you in the face as soon as you step inside your housing, your feet clicking against the hardwood floors in something that’s become a comfortable routine. Your jacket now feels like it’s too warm, sticking to you and trapping heat inside. You rush up the stairs, by passing the elevator that’s been out of order for weeks now, and hurriedly shove your key in the lock on your door.

When you come in Chan isn’t there, but he could be in any of the other rooms of your dorm. You don’t call out for him, not sure if you want to hear the silence that might come as a reply. You kick your shoes off and hang your jacket on the door, unwrapping your scarf and tossing it on the couch on your way to your bedroom. The door is cracked open and the light is on, and the view brings a smile to your face without your control. You open the door wider and peek in. Chan is sitting on your bed, feet propped up in front of him, book in hand. Chan has always loved to read since the day you first met him in Junior year of high school. You thought that like a typical boy if he was reading at all it’d be a comic, or an action series, but it was a romance. At first it was anything he could get his hands on. He’d read pride and prejudice three times, and then decided to spend all his free time in the library. You always joined him, of course, happy to have a friend who liked the same things as you.

When you gifted him a large set of romance books for his birthday that year you were sure he’d kiss you. He stared at you like he would, before smiling and bringing you close into a hug. He still has every book, and it makes your heart flutter in silly ways. Right now, he’s holding a book out in front of him, reading glasses perched on his nose and a cup of tea on his nightstand. He’s really a sight for sore eyes, lips pursed in frustration or concentration you’re not sure. When reading it could be either. He flips the pages deftly, running over each line with the intention to devour every word, to soak it in with everything he could.

He’s so immersed you’re sure if you spoke he wouldn’t even hear, and if he did he’d only answer when he was done reading the page. You two were the same in that sense. You stepped into the room fully and closed the door behind you, dropping your latte and the coffee you got for Chan on the nightstand next to his tea and then laid flat on your bed with a sigh. Your arms sprawled out beside you, and your chest raised with every breath.

You turned your head to the side to look at Chan and couldn’t help the flush that warmed your cheeks when you met his eyes, him already staring down at you with a fond smile on his face.

“Hi.” You whispered, rolling onto your side to look at him more comfortably.

“Hi,” he murmured, closing his book and pushing it to the side. He rolled onto his side to look at you, moving himself even closer before running a hand down your hair and cradling your neck, running a slow finger across your skin.

“How was your day?”

“I read myself into oblivion while waiting here like a poor housewife for my dear best friend to come back.”

“House husband,” You correct, “And I went to the cafe with Hyun,” you whined, “don’t tease me.”

“I’m serious,” Chan laughed, moving his finger from your neck to slip it under the hem of your shirt and lightly tug it. “I was so lonely and I didn’t call ‘cus I know how much you like hanging out with him.”

You giggle, sitting up and facing him. “Oh yeah? I like hanging with you too, you know.”

“I know. I’d rather argue with you than laugh with anyone else.”

“So what does that say about you?” You scoff, laying back down beside him and trying to ignore the fact that you both have gotten even closer, and each breath that leaves his lips lingers against your skin. You see his lashes flutter under your gaze, yet he doesn’t stop staring intensely at your face.

“That I love you.”

It comes as a whisper, like a confession. But you can’t get your hopes up. You won’t. You pray for some miracle that Chan didn’t hear the hitch in your breath, or the fact that you noticeably flinched at his words, your lashes fluttering closed under his gaze. Your heart beats erratically, thumping against your chest and pounding harshly against your rib cage. If chan moved closer, if he pressed his body fully to yours, you wonder if his heartbeat would match your own.

“Yeah, I love you too.”

Chan holds his phone tightly, a frown etched onto his face. The group chat is blowing up and he can’t stop

for a moment to read any of the messages. He weaves between groups of people, waving at most of them as he goes. A lot of people know him, a lot of people admire him. He helps out as many people as he can and makes friends with most, just trying to be a pillar for others— someone other people can look up to and lean on when they need to. That’s something that he’s always wanted to be, who he felt like he needed to be since a young age.

He remembered what you’d had to say about it during your second year and his third, your books spilled over the desk in your bedroom. You had dark circles under your eyes, and you were getting thinner, yet you still managed to smile at him so brightly. As if he was someone that deserved to see such beauty, such love in your gaze.

“So that's the face someone makes when they know everyone’s obsessed with them, huh?”

“It’s not like that.”

“Chan, it’s good, you deserve to be loved.”

Just not in the way he’d like, Chan guesses, frowning at the memory. He still remembers how much it bothered him that he couldn’t do anything more but bring you company during one of your hardest years in college, just having to watch as you worked yourself to the bone. He would’ve taken all your exams if he could, but you would’ve never let him, too content in neglecting yourself rather than letting your friends do the same.

The sun is practically nonexistent this afternoon, hiding behind heavy clouds. It's been raining for the last few days, coating the city in a bleak atmosphere that heavily resonates with him. It almost feels like the lower his mood becomes the dimmer everything around him does too. Sighing, Chan turns around to face the large, grandiose building that’s become the meetup spot for him and his friends.

He skips up the steps, and pushes open the door to the studio, feeling good at the wave of heat that brushes over him. He goes there enough to bypass having to sign in, simply sending a nod the receptionists way and walking to the elevator. Judging by the state of the group chat, Changbin and Jisung are already there. Jeongin might be too, but he knows the younger one is busy with his own workload. It sucks to never have time to see each other anymore, and even though the school year just started he’s hoping to see the end of it sooner rather than later.

When he pushes open the soundproof doors and ambles into the studio, Jisung is on his back in a matter of seconds. As jumpy as ever and unnaturally excitable, he latches on to Chan already asking a million questions. Changbin just laughs where he’s seated in front of the soundboard, messing with the dials and settings until they’re at a level he’s comfortable with.

Chan drops his bag down before plopping onto one of the padded seats in the studio and Jisung wastes no time sitting next to him. Though when he finally stops his chattering a frown etches into his face.

“What’s wrong?” Jisung asks, a hand coming to Chan’s shoulder and squeezing lightly, attempting to bring a warmth of comfort.

“Nothing,” Chan laughs, shaking his head.

Changbin has come closer now, either finished with the setup or wondering what’s going on.

“I swear! I’m just having a long day, that’s all.”

“Is it what I think it is?”

“Well what do you think it is?” Chan tenses, eyebrow raised at Changbin where the latter stares down at him.

“Is it this shit with Y/n again?”

“I’m sorry, what? It’s not anything, exactly like I said.”

“We already know when you come in here pouty and upset it’s because of her. Dude, I think you just need to let it go.”

Chan sputters, his eyebrows furrowing more in confusion than anger. “Let what go?”

“These feelings? It’s just hurting you more than helping and maybe you need to realize that this thing between you two isn’t meant to be.”

“Bin-”

“Please, Sung, you’ve said the same thing yourself.”

“What!? So you two have just been talking about me like-”

“No, that’s not it. We’re just worried and it’s translating poorly.”

“You don’t need to be worried, and like I said it’s nothing, so leave it alone.”

“Whatever, man.”

Chan grabs his bag where he's set it down and wraps his jacket around him once again. He hears Jisung call out to him but he can’t work there, not with the hostile energy that’s bouncing around in that studio. The door slams shut behind him and he doesn’t even bother looking back. He bypasses the elevator, instead running down the steps and rushing outside, welcoming the chill of the afternoon air. It cools his heated skin and his angered heart, and gives him the strength to leave the area and walk back where he came.

He sees people he knows on the way but he pretends he doesn’t, not in much of a mood to pretend to be happy to see everyone he meets. His mind is a tornado of thoughts, and his feet move quicker than his mind. When he sees your dorm up ahead he scoffs at himself, at his stupidity, at his dependence on you. He continues anyway, running up the stairs and turning his key into the lock. You’re breaking so many rules for him, allowing him so much freedom in your life, and it just makes the spot he’s carved in his heart for you to deepen.

His mind is frazzled as well as his hair. His chest heaves in frustration. At himself, at his choices, at everything. It seems so difficult for everything to go the way he wants, as if the world makes it so that everything he wants to go his way simply doesn’t. His key is still in the door. He hasn’t pushed it open. He wants to pretend this act he’s got going on isn’t hurting him, pretend that acting like you’re only a friend to him isn’t something that carves pieces in his heart at every moment. His hand trembles at his side, wishing he had yours to hold. Wishing he had your skin to run over and calm him.

He doesn’t know when you’ve become such a comfort to him. Maybe it was when you’d smiled at him for the first time. When you offered him a seat at your lunch table and shared what you didn’t want with him when he asked. Or, perhaps it was when you’d accompany him to the library everyday after school, sitting next to each other and reading whatever books you both could get your hands on. Or, maybe it was when you’d spent your savings from your summer job on a stack of books for his birthday, and it was the first time someone besides his mom had ever gotten him a birthday gift.

Or maybe it happened after all that. When he’d cried in front of you for the first time and you just held him tightly, refusing to let go. Or, perhaps it was when you’d come to his mothers funeral. A sad one, it was, with only four people in attendance. Chan couldn’t afford a casket, couldn’t afford to have a church with a pastor. He didn’t have anything, but he had you holding his hand, rubbing his back as he cried at the loss of all he had left.

Chan didn’t know back then that he’d gained something too.

Let it go? He can’t let it go, because you’re a part of him now too and losing you, losing his love for you, would be like losing a part of himself. Chan pushes the door open, content in how much he’s relaxed in the moments before the door. You’re standing in front of the door when he opens it, a mug in hand and a smile on your face.

“You look like you could use a hug.”

“Yeah,” Chan chokes, wrapping his arms around you and cradling your head close to his chest. You slide the mug onto the table beside you so you can pull him even closer, gripping his shirt tightly and positioning yourself so that Chan can lean his head into your neck. His body trembles with the tears that were begging to be let out as he asks in your warmth.

“You know I love you, right? I- I love you so much it hurts me.”

Your eyebrows furrow at his words, whimpered and muffled as they’re spoken against your skin. “What’s wrong, Channie? Talk to me.”

Chan shakes his head, knocking against your chin. “I can’t. I can't.”

“Yes you can. You can tell me anything.”

“I want a lot of things that I shouldn’t.” Chan whispers, bringing a palm to smooth over your hair. “I think about a lot of things I shouldn’t. Wondering if I could have it.”

“Chan…?”

“You are one of those things.”

You don’t realize you’ve stopped breathing until you let out a long exhale, your face screwing up with unshed tears as Chan starts to sway your body against his. His palm continues to run along your hair as if it’s anchoring him, giving him the courage to continue.

“For years, I’ve wondered what it would be like to hold you as more than a friend.”

Chan digs his face deeper in the crook of your neck, pressing his nose into your skin, and letting his tears wet your sleeve. His eyes flutter shut and his grip on you tightens. He didn’t plan on confessing to you tonight. He didn’t plan on cradling you close to his chest, feeling your breath against his skin as he poured his heart out, letting you into the one part of his soul he’s shown no one. It’s fitting, he thinks, for you to be the first to know. He’s peeling himself bare, letting you see the pieces of him he’s worked so hard to hide. The parts of him that he’s held so close to his heart, unraveled with a few simple words.

“Everytime I said I love you, I meant it. I meant it with more of me than anyone has ever seen. I’ve meant it with every fiber of my being, and you have a place in my heart no one else could ever have.” Chan releases a shaky breath, chuckling lightly before he continues.

“You’re already the most important person in my life, and I can’t imagine life without you. I wish I could tell you what you are to me.”

Your vision is blurred by tears, and your hands tremble where they grip Chan's shirt. He's so broad, covering you with all of him. He’s all around you, suffocating you with his words and himself. Your lip wobbles, but you muster up all the courage you don’t have, the strength you wish you held, to open up your heart in return.

“I don’t like that anyone would die to feel your touch, everybody wants you, everybody wonders what it would be like to love you,” you start, your words muffled and your breath jagged.

Chan is quiet, his heart beating faster than what should be humanly possible.

“When I'm near you, in this space, the pause between this breath and the next, you’ve carved a piece of yourself in my heart.”

“…”

“And I’m not afraid to love you— only afraid that my love won’t be enough. If I know what love is, it’s because of you.”

Chan strokes a thumb against your cheek, moving from your neck to lean his forehead down against yours.

“So please love me. As more than a friend, because it’s unbearable to hold you and look at you without being able to call you mine.”

“I’m yours,” Chan murmurs, “for as long as you want me.”

“So forever?” You laugh, but it doesn’t sound much like a laugh, wet and nasally from your tears.

“I really want to kiss you,” Chan whispers, hooking a finger under your chin and pulling you close. His nose brushes against yours and your breaths intermingle, mending with each other.

“Please.”

Your breath is labored as Chan’s lips ghost over yours. His shirt is soft under your fingers and his hand is strong where he grips your waist. Your lips brush, and you realize that this is it, the moment you’ve been wishing for, begging for, since you met him. Since you realized you were in love with him. With his silliness, with his laugh, his smile, his care. Since you realized his genuinity, how determined he was and is to take care of the people around him.

It’s tentative— gentle and soft— but not hesitant. You’re sure of what you want, and what you want is Chan. Your best friend. Your lips move slowly at first, exploring each other, before they press closer, lapping over each other and locking you both against one another. Your body buzzes with warmth, and you wrap your arms around Chan's neck— pulling him impossibly closer as he smiles.

You feel so warm, so happy, the kiss becomes less of a kiss and more of your teeth hitting each other from the force of your smiles. Tears still drip steadily from your cheeks but this time from happiness.

“I like kissing you,” Chan giggles when you both break apart for air, sighing against your skin and leaving goosebumps in his wake.

You leave a kiss full of relief on his lips, salty and wet, moving your mouth against his as he returns it. Slowly, your lips start to press against each other more eagerly, lapping over each other and filling you with warmth.

You find that you’ve fallen.

Truly, madly, and completely.

Fallen for a man that treats you like you’re his saving grace.

For a man who holds you like you’ll disappear without his hands on you.

For a man who’s simple confession made your heart stop momentarily.

You’re in love, and as much as it had been a part of you for all these years, you’re finally letting yourself admit it.

And he, you.

It’s been a few weeks since then, and you’ve been thinking. Every time his lips brush over your skin, when he pulls you up into his lap and kisses you breathless, when he digs his fingers into your hips content to leave marks that last for the next few days, you think about why he stops. You think about why he doesn’t touch you more. After all, now you both finally can.

Chan sits on the couch, your legs swung over his own, and a romance movie plays quietly in the background. You brush his hair from over his forehead, and your nails gently scrape along his skin. Chan hums, the vibrations traveling through your shirt and into your skin.

You feel the happiest you’ve ever been. You feel like maybe this could be what your parents have always had. A love that sticks forever. You want Chan to be your person. You’re so sure that he is.

“Are you tired?” You question, leaning down to get a look at his face. “We can sleep.”

“No, I’m not.” Chan smiles, grabbing your free hand and tugging it close to his face, leaving a kiss on each of your knuckles. His touch lingers against your skin and warmth blooms inside you. He leans forward, leaving a sweet peck on your lips but you lean in, pressing insistently against him. He lets you, opening his mouth and swiping his tongue across your lips.

He runs his thumb across your cheek, gently caressing your skin and everywhere he touches you, it feels like your body is in flames. This something has been building up inside you and now you're not sure how long you'll be able to control yourself. “I trust you, so please.” You plead, nosing against him. His lips feel so soft, so fitting on your mouth, you let out a whimper when he goes further than just a gentle kiss, taking your bottom lip between his properly.

Chan hadn’t even thought about properly responding to you before he was flipping you over, caging you under him and grinding his hips against yours. Your fingers trailed down his skin, running over the fabric of his clothes before tucking inside the waistband of his sweatpants and sliding them down his hips. Chan was gentle. Always gentle. He pulled your shorts down slowly and you sent a nod his way when he asked you if you were sure.

He nosed against your stomach, trailing his fingers against your bare legs and pulling your underwear down with his teeth. A shiver runs through you at the sight, and you grab at his shoulders in an attempt to ground yourself. “You’re so gorgeous.” He sighed, as if he couldn’t believe it. Couldn’t believe that you were his, that he was yours.

His mouth moves along the sensitive parts of your neck, down the line of your throat, while his other hand separates from your own to run down your waist and touch you where he knows you shiver with need.

He slips his leg between your parted ones, allowing you to settle down right on top of his muscular thigh. As the kiss grows deeper, your hips begin to move, gyrating and pressing down against him. As your bodies move with one another, your pleasure continues to rise, forming from your center and spreading over your body.

You desperately try to avoid bucking your hips upwards into him, but fail again and again. Eventually, Chan drags his mouth away, trailing it down your neck. You’re gasping against him, and you curl into his touch, whimpering when sharp teeth nip at you. There’s a tongue soothing the wound, sucking at the same spot, lapping over it. You can feel yourself starting to shake, whimpering more often than not, before you’re dragging Chan’s face back up into a kiss rt. You can feel Chan smiling into it, chuckling just the tiniest bit, but resume kissing him.

He holds his gaze on yours when you fall apart, relaxing your body while the pulsing of your orgasm courses through you. He leans down into your arms right after, pressing tightly against your chest, so tight that you could feel his heartbeat pacing fast against yours. The kisses he gives you are soft and gentle, your thighs still trembling when he pulls away, pulling his grey t-shirt over his head.

The unmistakable shape of his erection that you feel brushing against your stomach lets you know just how turned on he is, and you equally so. His lips return to yours only after he has stripped himself, and your hands move from his shoulders to his chest, trailing down his naked skin, where you slide your fingers under the waistband of his boxers.

You lean forward, taking him into your hand. He’s heavy, full of cum, and you slide your body down so that your mouth is right against his cock. You leave a kitten lick on the underside of his shaft, feeling the veins and the way Chan throbs. He’s a pleasant weight on your tongue and you swirl it around the tip before sucking him into your mouth.

Still with your eyes on his face, you lean closer, kissing his sensitive tip before fitting your lips around the head, taking him into your mouth again. You hear him gasp before it turns into a deep groan, sucking and licking as you take him deeper.

Chan sighs, every time you inch down onto him you can feel his skin against your nose and hear the spit fucking back in your throat. Your eyes lose focus as Chan continues to rut into you, and your body buzzes from the sensation. You feel hot all over, allowing him to use you the way he wants. His low growl vibrates down to your core and you resist the urge to reach down and stroke your fingers to search for your own pleasure, choosing to focus on pleasing him instead.

His lips fall open with a few deep grunts escaping his soft lips, his hips moving faster as he pumps himself into your mouth. “Fuck, baby. I’m gonna cum.”

"You are so beautiful," he sighs, his thumb brushes back and forth over your cheek, relishing the way your body leans into his touch. "You have no idea how many times I wished I could take you like this."

He traces down your panties, soaked with your arousal, running over the lace and moaning at the feeling of it clinging into your clit. His thumb follows the wet trail on the flimsy fabric to find your opening, hardly shielding you from his touch. He twists his hand while he continues to press his thumb in circles over your covered entrance, his fingers find your clit, and then he pinches, hard, sending you over the edge a second time and into one of the most intense orgasms you've ever had.

You squirm at the feeling of your release, his fingers slowly peeling the scrap of black lace down your thighs, making a show out of it while he makes you wait. He continues to tease you, staring you down as you slip your feet from them and he pulls them off. His eyes roam over your body, inhaling deeply, breathing you in. His lashes flutter, and the view of him taking you in so shamelessly makes you shudder.

He drops the fabric in the next moment, looming over you with hooded eyes, and leans down to leave a lingering kiss on your lips. He continues to kiss you as he spreads your legs apart, holding them down with heavy hands. His lips find your hips, then he moves down, running his tongue down your legs, taking time to trail along your thighs, your calves, your ankles, and keeping his eyes on you the whole time.

You let out a gasp at the first stroke of his tongue over your clit. Your legs lift a little, but Chan presses them back down, keeping you in place— keeping you right where he wants you.

You run a shaky hand through his hair as you cry out at the feeling of his tongue resuming its ministrations on your throbbing core. You can’t do much but moan and sigh, an incoherent mess from Chan’s mouth. It’s funny to you, how you started this but he has you shaking from under him, building you up and then breaking you down with immense pleasure— a feeling that you can barely think around.

You hear his soft chuckle as he gives you a few more kisses with his tongue, tasting you, before he looks up again and whispers, “Does that feel good?” He teases, unrelenting in showing you just how determined he is to make good of his words. His grip tightens on your thighs, as the swipes of his tongue grow more intensely. He sucks at your clit, pressing his tongue against you to send you into your second orgasm.

Your hips move desperately against his face, hopeless in your need for more. Chasing pleasure with each roll of your hips and his head buried in your heat. You spasm, shaking in pleasure as you cum, soaking his tongue with your release and closing him in with your thighs. He doesn’t stop, sucking your clit in his mouth and using his tongue to lap up every bit of your orgasm. You cry out in protest, your body squirming away from his touch as instinct but the grip on your thighs doesn’t let up.

“Chan please, oh god.”

His chest shakes with a chuckle, rising up and slotting himself between your thighs. You want him, more than anything, no matter what. He kisses the corner of your lips, smiling against your mouth. “I love you,” he sighs, and a smile crosses your face.

“I love you too.”

As he continues to litter kisses against your skin, he presses his cock against your clit, rubbing his hard length against you, coating himself with your arousal. The next time he pulls himself back from you, he only does it briefly— and when he pushes himself back it’s with a thrust into you hard and fast, nearly bringing you to another orgasm despite you just coming down from your previous one.

Your thoughts leave you as he continues to move in and out of you, filling you up and satisfying you the way he always does, but you manage to speak without realizing. “You make me so happy,” You whimper, and your walls contract as he slams into you deeper, lifting your legs and situating them against his shoulders. He buries himself so deep inside it’s almost like he’s melded himself into you. He’s so big, you can barely breathe, allowing him to bring pleasure to you both as he moves.

“Shit, Y/n.”

Even this moment feels too good to be true. To have him rocking against you, pulling you closer than anyone ever has. It feels like a dream.

Your words become nothing but a moan when his thrusts don’t falter and instead pick up. You don’t know how he’s managing to keep going, how he’s managed to move even quicker.

"Come on, baby," he whispers, clenching his jaw, letting you know that he’s on the brink of orgasm. Chan bends down, taking your lip into his mouth, making you sigh in bliss. Then his fingers come down to find your clit, sending you erupting into another orgasm.

The next thing you know Chan is groaning above you, his body going lax against you and his cum shooting into you forcefully, making you clench harder around him. Chan whimpers as he continues to cum, again and again, releasing into you and painting your walls.

“Oh Channie,” you sigh, “does it feel good?”

Chan nods, his hair brushing against your naked skin, and he presses a soft kiss against your collarbone. His lips rest there as you both come down from your high, basking in the glow of your orgasms and relishing in the presence of each other.

He pulls out of you, dragging his tip against your skin before littering kisses against your face. Small pecks that tickle with the gentle force of them, and you giggle, running a hand through his soft locks.

Your chest heaves with the force of your breaths but otherwise your body feels light, airy, and any negative thought you’d entertained before is completely gone. You didn’t need this to prove that he’s yours, to feel comfortable, but he’s shown you that he wants every part of you, and it fills you with an undeniable warmth.

“How is it that you’re this cute even after all this?” Chan murmurs.

“Shut up.”

You trace your fingers against his skin, tracking his breathing and basking in his warmth. Your fingers slide through the grooves in his abs, tracing shapes over his collarbone, and tweaking his nipple just for Chan’s barking of a laugh when he shoves you away saying that it tickles. You lean your forehead down so that it’s resting just near Chan’s armpit, hairless like usual, and inhale— breathing in his scent, his proximity, him. He's perfect, and he’s yours, no matter what.

You’ve always wished for the closeness and transparency of a trusting relationship— have always wondered if you’d be able to get that, if you’d be able to keep it— and Chan is proof that you have. It feels good to know that there are no secrets, no doubts or worries, and that there can only be acceptance between the both of you. A secureness that would be hard to find anywhere else. It fills you with butterflies, as if you and Chan had just started dating, —and though you have, you’ve been best friends for years— but it makes you incredibly happy to know that those feelings will remain, and you can only hope it'll stay that way forever and always.

When Chan runs his hand down your back, reaching below the covers to squeeze your ass, you huff, poking him in the chest as a warning. Yet you know, and Chan knows, that it makes you happy that you have this. A home, a loving boyfriend who loves you just as much as you love him, and a trusting relationship.

Chan likes this familiarity. Laying down with you, bare emotionally and physically, and unworried about being judged or ridiculed. It feels good, it satisfies him more than he ever thought it could, and makes a comfortable, warm, feeling bloom in his chest. He’s happy, he’s loved, and he inhales— taking in the scent of you, your proximity, your love, and he smiles.

6 years later

Fire crackles in the fireplace of your childhood home, the smell of baked goods wafting through the air and filling your nose with delectable goodness. It’s warm, yet the sweater you adorn only feels even more comforting— though the hand around your waist feels even more so.

In the kitchen your parents chatter with your other family members and with your friends, and in the background a christmas movie plays. A christmas tree stands tall in the living room, ornaments dangle from the branches and twinkle with the small gusts of wind from the heater. Stockings line the fireplace and pictures of you and your family decorate every surface around the house. Pictures of chan, too. Him as a child, you both as teenagers, pictures of you on the first day of college, on the day you graduated, at your first job, a picture of you both carrying keys to your first apartment, and a picture of you both under the altar.

The warm, fuzzy feeling that you first had when you and Chan had started dating has yet to disappear even after all these years. It’s still there every time you look at him, every time you hold his hand, every time he kisses you. You nuzzle into his chest and sway. There’s no song playing, only the sounds of the tv and your loved ones, but still you sway together.

The picture of romance you thought you’d never achieve, yet it’s so much more than that. It’s a completeness that fills your heart, a happiness that doesn’t go away even on your worst days, and the comfort of knowing that someone will be there after a long day— there to hold you and whisper their love to you. You’ve been surrounded by love all your life, but this love is something you never thought you’d have. You’d envied your parents for the fact that they’d achieved it, but now that you know what it feels like you can only be happy at the fact that they’d been so lucky. That you’re so lucky.

So, when did you fall in love?

You think you could most likely tie it back to when Chan first laid a kiss on your skin, cheeks flushed and eyes red with tears. Or, perhaps it was when he’d confessed his love to you, waxing poetic about the feelings that you thought were only yours to hold. Or, maybe it was when he took you into his arms for the first time, holding you with care and treating you as if you were something to be treasured.

Maybe it was before all of this. Maybe you still aren’t really in love, but the way your heart beats when he’s around, when he smooths his hands over your shoulders and tucks his head under your chin, or the way unshed tears brim at your eyes when you look at the ring on your finger, makes you think that maybe you’re in something much deeper than that.

a/n: 😭😭 as always i hope you all enjoyed and tysmm for reading <33 ily

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Chapter 9: Sex In The Driveway

📜7.2K words 🚨Themes of polyamory, conversation about sex work fantasy (use of the term "escort"), ragefucking/hate sex, physical altercation attempt (by mc), car sex, Christopher and his unlimited supply of "baby girl", slight praising, breast play, oral sex, unprotected sex, creampie, fully charged vibrators recommended per usual. 💭Special thanks to @nightlychans for the free muse (just crediting, please don't feel obligated to read) Reblogs & comments are always appreciated and please keep in mind they are the ultimate motivation fuel. 🔖Story taglist: @elizalabs3 ; @septicrebel ; @clearlyissleeping 📌Permanent taglist: @sai-kida134 ; @ughbehavior ; @bearseungmin ; @skywarriorkirby ; @sunnyville36 ; @hh0320 (@hwan-g) ; @svintsandghosts ; @jl-micasea-fics ; @skz317cb97 ; @abiaswreck ; @skyminniesworld

"Come ON, man, I don’t need this shit right now!"

You had been trying to open that door for about five minutes now, but the lock just would not budge. Your rage levels got to a point where you just had to kick the door, not because it was going to magically open, but to legitimately make it hurt.

"Who the fuck are you?"

You were so startled to death by the unexpected voice raising behind you that your knees gave way, but you were quick to recollect yourself.

"Beat it, purple dude. I can't with your ass right now."

"Do you at least wanna tell me why you’re trying to break into my apartment with the obviously wrong set of keys?"

"Huh?"

The man grabbed the keys from your hand and pointed to the door.

"Key to door number one does not go into door number two. Didn’t you learn shapes and patterns in kindergarten?"

Were you really trying to open the door that did not belong to your new apartment? Yes. Because why the fuck not, apparently.

"Oh, fuck. Oh, FUCK, SORRY. I thought… Fuck-"

Rather than calling the cops on you, the man burst into a loud cackle instead.

"I like you, crazy bitch," he leaned against the door, "You can address me as the contractual owner of door number two. Or Minho for short."

"Pleasure. I guess," you replied between your grunts as you were struggling to drag your ginormous luggage inside, "Uh- Could you give me a hand with this?"

"Sure. Would you like me to braid your hair, too?"

"Excuse you?"

"It translates to absolutely not. Learn simplified Minhoese if you wanna survive around here," he jeered, "I’ll catch you on the flip flop."

You stared at the door closed to your face in complete bewilderment.

What an absolute douchebag!

You didn’t own any furniture, or more like any stuff other than a couple of personal belongings and your clothes, and you liked it that way. It always allowed you to keep the door ajar if the need to immediately bail emerged for whatever reason. That was exactly why you always opted for furnished places. It didn’t need to be so damn fancy; just a decent place having the essentials was more than enough. You heard a knock on your newest door close to evening hours. The person on the other side annoyed the crap out of you on sight.

"What’s up douche rocket? Came to apologize?" you crossed your arms over your chest.

"Yeah, I don’t do that shit," Minho casually responded, "I ordered pizza. Come, let’s have dinner," then he proceeded to walk back to his apartment. The gesture simply appalled you.

"Why?"

Minho turned around with an aloof look, "Haven’t you been dealing with this moving in shit all day?"

"Yes?"

"Did you eat?"

"No."

"Then move your ass. I don’t like my pizza cold."

Oh, SHIT, a real-life tsundere. IN THE WILD!!!

"Thanks, bunny dude," you commented as you were walking behind him.

"Huh?"

"Your front teeth," you booped his upper lip with a smile, catching him completely off guard, "It’s adorable."

"Don’t be disgusting," Minho walked towards the kitchen island, albeit slightly flustered.

You went through an entire jumbo pizza and a couple of beers together talking about your past shenanigans; the previous cities you’d been in, the stuff that made you haul ass, the kind of jobs you took, your general intolerance of people’s bullshit… Minho was more on the listener side rather than talking about himself as he seemed genuinely intrigued and entertained by your weird-ass, or to be politically correct, unique stories. When you mentioned you needed to start looking for a job to sustain yourself, he nonchalantly suggested you come work at the bar he was bartending at.

"Depends, Ming Kong. Do you work at Hooters?"

"No, and are you gonna keep doing that?"

"Doing what?"

"The nickname thing."

"Yes," you responded and took a ginormous bite of your slice.

"What a bitch," he scoffed, "While you do have an ass fit to be Hooters material, I actually need someone to mix drinks with me."

"Bold of you to assume that I know the first thing about mixology."

"I don’t assume shit," he eyed your face, "First of all, you called it mixology and you’re way too much of a smartass to solely wait tables."

"Nope. Totally clueless."

"Oh, is that so?" Minho tilted his head with a grin, "Let’s play a game then, shall we?"  

"What kind of a game?" you raised your brows in suspicion.

"Simple," Minho threw the crust back into the box, "I’ll just keep giving you three choices and you’re gonna pick one. If you stutter or can’t give an immediate answer, you lose." Then continued with an emphatic voice.

"And when you lose, it's proof you're lying, and you’re dragging your ass to the bar with me."

"When I lose," you studied his expression intently, but eventually took on his challenge, "You’re on. Go."

"Black, gray, or white?"

"Black."

"Spaghetti, ravioli, or pizza?"

"Pizza."

"Vodka, rum, or tequila?"

"Vodka."

"B-52 includes Irish cream, triple sec, and?"

"Kahlua."

Minho broke into the most satisfied smile you’d ever seen in your goddamn life, smugly leaning back on the stool. You threw the slice on the box.

"DAMMIT!"

"Yeah, now you know the reason why I’m dubbed as the untameable 10th Dan™."

"Did you really just fucking trademark a nickname?" you asked with a mildly nauseated expression.

"I might as well have, bitch. I’ll pick you up before work tomorrow. Get the fuck out now, I’ll hit the sack."

An average person would be offended to the high heavens because of his attitude. Minho just did not give a fuck, and you found that weirdly charming about him.

"Fine, bunny dude, but if you wake me up before noon, I’m pressing charges for breaking and entering. I’ll catch you on the flip flop," you winked at him and left.

Weeks passed after your first day with Minho and you started working with him at the bar. Quick learner? Check. Sass? Check. Wit? Check. That was basically everything you needed to be proficient in his standards rather than experience outlined in a CV, possibly typed in Helvetica. The more you spent time together, the more you moved into his personal territory. You made yourself infinitely comfortable with him, and for some reason, he didn’t mind that. Come to think of it, it shouldn’t have been that unexpected maybe, considering Minho’s excessive fondness for stray cats.

It was another rowdy night at the bar. Minho made himself scarce from the bar area for a little breather from the incessant orders.

"Take cover here. I’ll go check on that table."

"You spend way too much time with that group," you stated with a cocked brow, "Do you know them?"

"Yeah, they’re our regulars. You should, too, if you want that tip box full."

It was always the same group of people occupying that specific booth. Five guys, coming in around nineish and not leaving until the last call at least four nights a week. Besides that pigment-ignorant fucker colossally unaware of any other color than black and evidently possessing irritation-inducing genes who kept disappearing with different people night after night.

"Look who it is! THE MAN, THE MYT-"

"Sit your ass down. I have something important to discuss."

The entire table broke into a unison "What?" at Minho’s words.

"You don't discuss things with us, Min. You just inform us of shit, and that is if you’re feeling generous," Chris commented with sheer panic, "Oh god, is this gonna involve posting bail again?"

"Nothing like that, headass," Minho stole a glance from the bar, "It's uh- It's about her."

"The barmaid queen?" Jisung confirmed the target of Minho's gaze, "Since when are we informing each other about who we wanna fuck?"

"It's NOT li- Jesus fucking christ," Minho ruffled his hair out of frustration. The table turned to Jisung, and Felix voiced everyone's common question:

"Do you understand anything from this, Ji?"

Jisung squinted his eyes and intently looked at Minho's face. His lips slightly parted upon the delightful surprise.

"He wants her to become a part of us."

"No fucking way! Really?" Hyunjin widened his eyes. Minho's response was a little too shy compared to his usual demeanor.

"I mean… Kinda, yeah." 

Palpable excitement started seeping through the booth with everyone talking over each other.

"Shit just got interesting," Chris stretched his arms to his sides on the seat, "First time anybody ever put something like this on the table. Not to mention you." 

"We might need some convincing. Cite your sources," Changbin demanded. Minho heaved a deep sigh and began his opening statement.

"You already know we're neighbors, right?"

"Might have been referred to as the bitch nextdoor in the passing, yeah," Jisung gulped his drink.

"We spend a lot of time together outside of work, too. We got pretty close."

"You got close with someone? Besides us?" Felix asked in shock.

"If you knew how many screws she had loose, you'd do too, asshat. And you're gonna."

At that moment, your voice raised from the bar area.

"Kindly fuck right off, sir. We reserve the right to not serve colossal dickheads here."

The entire table started cackling but for some reason, Chris had a fond smile on his face. Jisung took notice of that and responded to Minho with a shit-eating grin.

"Bold of you to assume some of us aren't already crushing, but continue."

Minho took a sip from Hyunjin's glass, "I don’t know. We talk about random shit for hours on end and I don't even realize it’s way past midnight. She even takes care of my cats if I'm not around. Like, unprovoked."

This was definitely a first. The group was witnessing Minho being borderline sentimental over somebody, something that wasn't a descendant of the feline family for that matter, and they watched the whole thing unfold in awe like they just confirmed the existence of Narnia.

"She just… she brings out something in me, and I can't shake this feeling that… that… you know."

"That she might be the one for us?"

"WHAT?" Minho snapped at Jisung, "That's- Fuck, no. Gross."

"That's a yes, gentlemen."

Changbin's clapback caused another round of teasing laughter, but Minho was relentless in his attempt to defend his ice-cold honor.

"She would fit right in is a less disgusting description," he retorted, "In conclusion, I want her around all the time, so everybody fucking behave."

"How do you even know she’d be compatible with all of us?" Changbin made a fair point, "It’s a little crowded here in case you didn’t notice."

Minho looked at him with an expression that said Try me, bitch, and started flipping through his rolodex of convincing arguments.

"Jisung, she’s way too into standup comedy. Felix, she listens to ASMR in lieu of porn on a regular basis. She’s even trying to get me into it but she’s getting on my goddamn nerves instead. Hyunjin, that ASMR heavily includes tongue fluttering triggers and we all know about your oral fixation. Changbin, she gets off to it every fucking night because I keep hearing buzzing sounds from her apartment, ergo, a massive potential for a through-the-roof sex drive. And Chris, she has a pussy."

"Why do I always get the sharp end? Just why?"

Hyunjin crunched on a couple of pretzels in front of him, "Why don’t you just straight up ask her if she’d be interested?" Minho rolled his eyes so hard he practically went blind for a second.

"And say what, 'Hey, you down for alternating between me and my dysfunctional entourage? We’ll show you a good time.' Be cool, man, goddamn."

"Would you like me to squeeze you into this drink?"

Your commentary got the booth turn to your direction again to watch another set of a dissing match.

"By all means, hot stuff."

You pulled out a heavy-looking instrument laying among a bowl of walnuts and slammed it on the bar counter.

"Or would you like me to demonstrate why they call me The Nutcracker around here instead?"

The group was relishing your snark every time you couldn’t hold it in, a clear mark that Minho’s personality was smearing on yours. Chris blurted out a little too emphatically while wiping the tears from his eyes.

"Man, I really like her."

The entire table turned to him upon the unnecessary declaration.

"What do you mean? You like her like her?" Jisung asked with creased brows whereas Changbin howled with laughter.

"Get a fucking grip, Christripper. She’s never gonna say yes to you."

"We like this bar."

"Don’t kill the bar, dude."

"Why the fuck?" Chris protested and forced a sigh out of Minho.

"For starters, she ain’t one of your regular bimbos and has a goddamn fuckboy firewall on. She deals with the likes of you on a daily basis here, Exhibit A," he gestured to the bar and continued, "You can’t hit that unless she's intrigued, and like hell I'm gonna let you pull a Christopher. I’ll fucking obliterate your ass if she leaves."

"So what? Aren't you guys neighbors? You'll still see her," Jisung thought he was making a point but Minho wasn’t having it.

"I've grown accustomed to certain luxuries like seeing that ass for twelve hours a day, and I'm not about to mess up my routine just because Crispy here can't find a glory hole."

"Hm… Intrigued, you say," Chris squinted his eyes, "Anything goes?"

"We seriously like this bar, dude."

"Please do not kill the bar."

Jisung slammed his hand on the table, "Which means, it’s my time to shine HAHA!"

"Who says I just wanna fuck and bounce? I really do like her."

Felix loudly scoffed, "Bitch please, everybody and their mother fucking knows you’re incapable of sustaining a relationship that lasts past breakfast hours."

"I don’t do breakfasts," Chris replied with a dead serious tone, "It’s a very intimate activity."

Unfortunately, Chris wasn't even joking, which was exactly why the entire table yelled in unison. 

"We know."

"It’s just a phone number. The fuck is wrong with you?"

"Everything, my guy," you widened your eyes at the third frat material of the night, "Take a hike."

Needless to say, the booth cheered for the umpteenth time at the goal. Chris was smiling at you while biting his lips.

"She’s just… So interesting, you know?"

"Yeah, we know. We really like this bar."

"Don’t fucking kill the bar, dude."

"Yeah, go ahead and fucking pursue her," Changbin put his glass down, "We’d love to watch Min crush you between those thighs Christripper."

Felix let out an annoyed sigh, "Why are we even discussing this? I’m the most approachable out of all of you. I’ll ease her into it."

"Uh, hello? When I’m fucking here?" Hyunjin argued.

"You really think your suave motherfucker shenanigans will work on her?"

"Well-"

Changbin just attempted to provide his argument but the table shushed him almost reflexively in unison.

"IMMEDIATELY NO!"

"You do realize we’re trying not to spook her, right?" Jisung opposed, "If anything, you will not open your goddamn mouth until we’re sure she’s comfortable around us."

"What the fuck, man?" Changbin stretched his hands to the sides, "I will have you know I’m a fucking gentleman, and more so than all of you combined. You already know I’d charm her socks off; why the fuck would I risk that by whipping out an alter ego right from day one?"

"Either I’m wasted, or he has a point," Felix agreed. Chris exhaled in frustration.

"Do I need to fucking remind you of how much game I already have? Sung, I might need your help on this, though."

"Fuuuuuck no. We’re rivals from this point on."

"It’s for the greater good of all of us, man."

"All of us?" Jisung cackled, "She’s gonna fucking drag your ass to hell and back. You're ready to endure that for the greater good?"

"Oh, you didn't know? I have a thing for that," Chris winked and glanced at the bar, "Just look at that fucking savage princess, my god."

"Fucking simp," Hyunjin landed a smack on Chris’ head.

"Oh, she’s gonna love that. More so since I won’t be faking it at all this time."

Changbin looked at him with sheer doubt, "Dude, you don’t even know her."

"Maybe. But I feel like I do," Chris smiled looking at the bar again, "You’ll see. I’ll get the yes."

Changbin sighed in defeat, "If you say so. Learn to stop fucking everything that moves first, maybe. You sound way too confident for your own good."

"It’s because I am", Chris smirked into his glass, "I always get the yes."

After listening to the battle of the wits around him, Minho facepalmed himself.

"You're gonna fuck this up so bad, I swear to god. Just let me handle it," he declared to the table, "We're gonna put on a little skit until we get our feet in that door. Y'all better give me that Oscar-worthy performance if you don't want your asses handed to you."

Hyunjin was astonished at how quickly Minho was about to put the gears in motion, "What the fuck? You already have a game plan?" 

"When the fuck do I not? You best check yourself, playboy," Minho stole a look from the bar to check your whereabouts and continued, "I’m literally her guy nextdoor, so I'll be in the friendzone until further notice. You two will be the massively incompetent wingmen," he gestured to Hyunjin and Felix.

"HEY!"

"Argue with the wall. Jisung and Changbin will be coaching you. She needs to believe you're not after her. Make sure she notices you keep fucking it up, though. Chris…" Minho paused briefly and quickly gave up on coming up with a disguise for him, "Well, she's already seen your shenanigans around here so you can be yourself."

"BRO!"

"Focus, man!" Minho pointed his fingers at his eyes, "Sung, I need you to use the Jedi mind trick thing somewhere appropriate. We kinda started a side thing here where we professionally hustle people. She does tarot readings in the back room."

"Back room, huh?" Jisung erupted into a smug grin.

"Cool it before I have to castrate you," Minho instantly countered, "Hang around by the bar. You're bound to see someone requesting her. That's when you'll ask for a reading yourself. That's our intrigue card," he eyed Jisung from head to toe and commented with a queasy face, "And get a fucking cut and color while you’re at it. I recommend dark blue."

"Can't you at least give us some more prominent roles in this?" Hyunjin objected, "We're barely supporting characters here."

"Fine, I'll be crushing on you. Does that jerk off your ego?" Minho shut him up, "Felix, dial down the husky charms to a minimum. I need you on your best sunshine behavior."

"You want her to think I'm some schmuck? What the fuck man?"

"Shh!!!" he silenced the unnecessarily high decibel, "And yes I do. She's eventually gonna cave."

"And you’re this sure because?" Changbin asked. Minho answered with a confident smile.

"Because we're the fucking charmers of this town."

"Why not invite her to our po-" Jisung attempted a question but Minho interrupted him.

"No. I want her to feel safe around us first. This is fucking important."

Chris examined Minho for quite some time and asked him with raised brows, "You're sure you're doing this for all of us? You seem a little too whipped for your untameable reputation."

Minho cleared his throat and got up to get back to his station.

"I'm not gonna confirm nor deny this information. Do not fuck this up."

Chris was about to collapse an entire building into mere dust out of sheer frustration, so he gathered the council in Hyunjin’s coffee shop at closing hours to discuss the matter at hand and hopefully find a solution.

"This is becoming a fucking problem now."

"Some context would be nice," Jisung reached out for his coffee.

"I’m about to lose my fucking mind. Thank you," Chris grabbed the mug from Hyunjin, "It's like somebody dipped her in Chris repellent. Why the fuck can’t I get through the door? Is one of you doing something to fuck me over?"

"Told ya. Fuckboy firewall," Minho slurped on his americano, "What happened?"

"She came onto me in the middle of the night on Hyunjin's birthday, and it was great. God, it was so great," Chris briefly closed his eyes holding his head between his hands, "But when I woke up in the morning she was nowhere to be found."

"Maybe she just doesn't do that waking up together stuff," Minho asked the rest of the table, "Did she sleep over with any of you?"

The unison ‘Yes’ that came from the four men basically punched Chris in the stomach.

"See? None of you are exactly husband material, but she doesn’t seem to have a problem with the rest of you? Why the fuck is she avoiding me? Why am I not enough for her?"

"For your information, I highly doubt that’s a matter of being enough," Jisung responded, "I have reason to believe she’s having a tough time admitting some things to herself."

"Like what?"

Jisung placed his mug on the table again, "Let’s just say that for some reason she seems to have developed a habit of making you suffer. And quite honestly, you’re fucking enabling her."

"Not to mention you deserve it," Minho retorted.

"Thanks so much for the cryptic insight," Chris deadpanned.

"Just because I love you doesn’t mean I’m gonna abuse her trust in me," Jisung commented with a soft voice. Chris furrowed his brows upon these words.

"What do you mean? You know something?"

"It's called common sense," Jisung shrugged, "Practice it some time."

Changbin was analyzing Chris’ face like he was trying to solve an equation, "What’s with the obsession? You wanna walk me through it?"

"What obsession?"

"The wanting what you can’t have thing."

"It’s not a matter of wanting what I can’t have."

"You sure?"

Chris heaved a deep sigh, "In your crass words, I already got it, remember? Twice. And she fucking loved it."

Changbin snickered at Chris, "Sure. You're just this mad not because it pisses you off you can't hit that whenever you want, but because you’ve just fallen for her, right?" Then he burst into full-on laughter, "Yeah, good one."

Changbin waited for a snarky comment in return but all that followed was silence, not to mention Chris’ flustered face and dark red ears. His eyes widened upon realization.

"No fucking way! You have?"

"He really has," Jisung followed with a faint smile, "You fell in love with her, didn’t you?"

Chris harshly grabbed the water bottle in front of him and gulped half the content in one go like he was trying to calm himself down. He dragged his hand over his face and groaned in defeat.

"I’m so trapped in her web I can’t move. You gotta help me out with this."

Although Minho recognized how serious Chris was, the snark was intended to lighten the mood this time, "You realize none of us will be willing to let you have her by yourself, right? And I top that chart, I mean."

"You know it’s not that, Min," Chris furrowed his brows again, "I just want her to let me love her, too. That’s all I’m asking."

"Settle something for us, baby. Roleplaying, yay or nay?"

You poured Jisung’s usual Long Island Iced Tea and responded enthusiastically while serving his drink, "Duh, fucking yay!"

"See?" Chris yelled to him, "Game, set, and match."

"Oh, you’re on the yay side?" you contorted your face, "Then I’ll go with nay."

Your satisfied grin elicited loud oohing from the gang and relentless Chris clowning followed suit afterwards.

"Ha ha, very funny," Chris deadpanned, "I don’t care, she said yes first."

"Yeah, but she hates your guts, so we win," Changbin raised his glass to you and you nodded in response.

"Like none of you are into that shit," Chris protested.

"Yeah, we just like seeing you suffer Crispy."

It was true, and for some reason, you were the head cheerleader of all the Chris-bashing activities. Felix noticed the gratuitous amount of satisfaction on your lips and mischievously smiled himself.

"Actually, this," he pointed his finger at the space between you and Chris, "is like two kids that keep bothering each other, don’t you think? When in fact they looove each other."

You slammed the washcloth in your hand on the bar top.

"Yo Freckles, you wanna die?"

They roared with laughter and Changbin slapped Chris’ back, "Pull her hair while you’re at it, why don’t you?"

"I want to if she ever lets me," Chris looked at you almost with a pout.

And you… No matter how involuntarily… With a complete lack of willpower…

Smiled at him.

A thought kept riddling you lately to the extent that you were losing sleep over it. You obviously had feelings for Jisung and it was way past the amazing sex at this point. It was how he made you combust with the warm and fuzzies whenever you saw him. It was how he made you feel truly appreciated. It was how comforting it was to be around him. It was how he made you wanna be there for him, love him, cherish him, open your heart to him and be completely vulnerable. Because you trusted him. Maybe even a little too much.

But could it be slightly, just a little, at all possible that you… had feelings for more than one person?

Tsch, yeah right.

"Well, in all seriousness, depends on what kind of roleplay," you shooed the redundant thoughts away, "What genre of fantasy are we talking about?"

All the men sitting in front of you plus Minho replied unanimously.

"Escort."

"You’re one of those?" you quipped, "One in three guys, I swear."

"Try six out of six, beautiful," Hyunjin teased.

This was by no means chastising. It was just an extension of a phenomenon you kept observing whenever you were around these people. It was how open they were whenever the subject was their sexuality, either in practice or in a conversation, making you believe that other forms of communication just could not bring people closer in the way that sexuality did and some form of intimacy came out of it. You would be lying if you said you didn’t feel much much closer to them compared to when you first met them. Granted, seeing them naked played a part in it, but if that was the case, you had seen a lot of people naked before, and you weren’t necessarily this close to any of them. That would require the will to keep in touch first.

"What is it about the escort fantasy guys like so much? Is it the aspect of being a customer? Like, ‘I paid for it so you're gonna do anything I want’ type of shit?"

"How coarse do you think we are?" Chris replied semi-seriously and added, "It plays a role but not as much as you think."

"Then what?"

"Personally, I really like how paradoxical it is," he continued, "While the offered service is one of the most intimate things between two people, more often than not you wouldn't be allowed to be intimate with your clients - it's against the rules. It's that forbidden aspect of it that gets me going."

You squinted your eyes, "You're legit telling me… The idea that riles you up is being intimate, not the unspeakable acts you'd ask them to do in exchange for money."

"Damn straight. Although I prefer the term ineffable acts," Chris knowingly smiled, "and how much they would fucking love it."

They would love the ineffable acts, huh? 

Because why wouldn’t they when the person you were playing with was already someone who continuously enjoyed what they experienced with you? You knew that, but you would rather do shots of bleach than admit that out loud.

"That’s bullshit. There's no way that is true."

"It is and I'll prove it to you," Chris put down his glass for you to refresh it, "One date. That’s all I’m asking."

"A what?"

"Why not?" Chris shrugged, "I already know Changbin took you out to dinner and Hyunjin even went down that private cooking route. What’s the harm in going on one with me?"

You were about to break into an entire monologue to talk yourself out of the urge to say yes, but Chris derailed your thoughts by placing his hand on yours.

"Please?"

You held his gaze for a while. His beautiful brown eyes looked way too candid and you absolutely hated how it made you feel.

"You’re serious."

"Yes, I am."

The entire clan basically started cheering very loud ‘DO IT!’s, pressing you to accept his proposal. The more you didn’t answer, the more anxious Chris was getting for fear of another rejection.

"What's it gonna take? Just tell me already."

Before you could answer him, Jisung intervened, "It’s fair game, baby. He’s the only one you relentlessly avoid paying attention to and god knows he’s paid his dues."

It was true. You reveling in making Chris suffer in whatever form was only because it satisfied something twisted inside you, but it was just the pleasure of putting him in his place, not because of some sadistic desire to damage him emotionally. That would be just straight-up cruel.

"Why not consider it an opportunity to diss me all night?" Chris smiled.

Now, that I can do.

"Fine," you replied curtly trying your best not to smile back. Chris’ dimples, on the other hand, grew even deeper.

When the clock struck closing hours, the guys all got up to leave for their poker night, but Chris stayed behind.

"I'll give you a ride home."

"You're not going with them?" you asked while getting your bag.

"I got a deadline coming up, so I gotta head home to work. Come on."

No wonder he had limited himself to only two drinks throughout the entire night.

Well, this is new, you thought to yourself as you got settled in your seat. You didn’t say a word during that entire ride and just watched him drive with stolen glances. You were used to being annoyed at Chris, not to noticing how sexy he looked behind a steering wheel, veins on his hand popping due to his firm grip, eyes intently on the road with slightly furrowed brows. It was warm inside. His car smelled really nice although not as nice as his own scent, and the melodies coming from his speakers were as soft and sultry as his lips were.

What?

"Well, good night then," Chris pulled you back to earth as he stopped in your driveway. You immediately went back to snark mode to camouflage your actual thoughts.

"Yeah, not happening since your face is the last thing I saw tonight."

Chris immediately killed off the engine and locked the doors to prevent you from leaving.

"Fucking CHRIST, Y/N, just WHAT IS IT? Why do you hate me this much? What did I ever do to you?!"

"I just CAN’T fucking stand your stupid face if that’s what you wanna know!"

"BUT WHY?"

Why? Did he really ask WHY?

"You," you nudged him on the shoulder.

"...think you’re fucking all that," you pressed harder.

"...when in fact", you shoved him harder.

"...you ain’t shit. That whole confidence thing you got going on? It's fucking baseless."

"Our nights together beg to differ," Chris scoffed, "You fucking dissolved under my touch."

You were almost caught off guard, "That doesn’t mean anything. I was both drunk and high. Nobody would be able to think with their brain."

"Oh yeah?" Chris fully turned to face you, one hand still on the steering wheel, "You seem to be forgetting about a particular bookstore incident. You were very much sober when I made you cum so fucking hard on my fingers in broad daylight - not to mention in fucking PUBLIC!"

Oh, you got some goddamn nerve. 

His words… His words got a fucking RISE out of you.

"Alright that’s it, you jackass, somebody needs to teach you a fucking lesson," you immediately grabbed the seat belt to unlatch it.

"HA, you don’t mean you, I hope?"

You literally swung your fist towards him in an attempt to land a punch, but the proximity was so close that Chris instantly blocked it by grabbing your wrist.

"You think you’re so irresistible. Well, news flash, you arrogant prick, I will resist you with everything I got. You’re nothing more than a fucking philanderer, a fucking WOMANIZER, you’ll just fuck EVERYTHING THAT MOVES."

"What the fuck, Y/N, are you fucking insane?"

"What if I am, huh? Congrats, you’ve DONE IT! You’ve finally driven me fucking CRAZY!"

You unleashed yourself onto him to tackle him in that tiny space and straddled him as if you could actually put him in a sleeper hold so he would just shut up. Just shut the fuck up. 

Needless to say, it was way too easy for Chris to break himself free of your attempts to assault him. With one swift move, he grabbed your neck to pull you in a heated kiss. You stopped it in utter rage.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!"

"Fucking PACIFYING YOU, just SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR A SECOND!!!"

He pulled you back in his arms again and he was kissing you with such passion that it deactivated all your reasoning instantly, disabling your motor functions to inflict pain.

"Ah, Chris."

"Baby girl."

"Ah, I fucking hate you."

"Hate me all you want, just let me fucking touch you."

When his hand slid inside your shirt to caress your back with his warm touch, all you could do was moan. And moan. And moan. Loudly. He fucking groaned at the contact.

"Oh, jesus fucking CHRIST, YES- I've missed this so much."

You hated to admit it, but so did you. Your hands inadvertently found their way to his chest again to scratch it, mark it as deeply as you could.

"Behave. Behave, baby girl."

Chris sort of beat you to it and latched himself to your neck, lightly grazing it with his teeth. Then he whispered in your ear with a way too delighted smile.

"Just say you're fucking jealous, baby girl. It ain't that hard."

"Shut up."

"Say you don't want me touching anybody else but you."

"I said shut the fuck up!"

"Say you fucking want me to be your simp."

You hooked the crook of your elbow against his nape with a harsh move and roughly pressed his head against your chest like you wanted to legitimately choke him. Chris humored you for the briefest of moments, letting you relish that delusion that you could actually overpower him, but popped that bubble with the needle that was ripping open the buttons of your shirt instead. He didn’t waste any time freeing your breasts and began fervently sucking on them, punctuating the swirls of his tongue with a gentle bite on your nipples.

"FUCK!"

"Oh, you like that, don’t you baby girl?"

He groped both your tits with a firm grip, pressing them together, and kept hardening your nipples with the loud and wet movements of his tongue.

"I wanna fucking cum on these. Oh, I would cum so hard." 

"Not even gonna take you two minutes to blow anyway."

"Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?" he hysterically smiled, "You fucking love watching me lose myself over you."

He roughly pulled your face towards his again, hands never losing contact with your skin, lips already swollen over extremely needy kisses, panting into your mouth.

"Fucking grope me."

Chris landed a slap on your thighs from under you and squeezed them deliciously.

"That ass just begs to be spanked."

"Oh, bite me, you prick."

"If you insist, fucking gladly."

He literally moved on to sink his teeth on your shoulder and that was the most exquisite kind of pain you could ever feel. Your hiss morphed into a moan before it could even leave your lips.

"Ah, FUCK! You're going all alpha wolf on me now?"

"You want me to? I'm not even scratching the surface."

You reciprocated the move by trapping his plush lips between yours, biting on them like you really wanted a piece of him. Chris was getting way too riled up over how you were losing it and unbuttoned your pants, almost ripping them in the process.

"Touch me. Right there."

"Here, baby girl?"

That wasn’t an actual question because he knew the exact spot. He fucking heard it from you pressed against a door as you were instructing Jisung while Chris was touching himself to your moans.

"Oh, right there, right there, right there, CHRIS FUCK!"

"That’s my girl. There you go."

You yelling his name like that was doing something to his brain. His mind was completely infested with the urge of ramming himself into you. He hastily rid you of your pants and dropped his to his ankles, guiding his rock-hard length into your sopping wet entrance.

"FUCKING- YES!"

Those arms were just so fucking strong that he wasn't struggling one bit to lift you up and down on his cock. Like you were a fucking leaf. The pleasure spreading throughout your body was so fucking exorbitant that your loud moans echoing in his car were instantaneously transforming into screams of his name. You grabbed his shirt and pulled it to yourself.

"Fucking take it off. Take it off!"

When he flashed that magnificent chest for you again…

Oh… my fucking… god…

There was no fucking way you weren’t going to drag your nails on them.

"Oh, fuck yeah, baby girl. Scratch me. More!"

All of a sudden, Chris pulled the lever right next to his seat, leaning it all the way back, and abruptly flipped you under him. So fucking easily.

"Say you want me to wreck you."

"Like hell I w-"

Chris attacked your lips with pure fire again, taking all your breath away. Literally.

"Say it, baby girl."

"No."

He maniacally smiled, eyes filled with nothing but hunger, warning you of the looming impact.

"But I'm gonna, anyway."

He pushed your legs back and dove into your pussy like he was starved to death.

"SHIT!"

Indescribable. The sensation Chris was inducing in you was simply indescribable. It felt very close to pouring gallons of gasoline over an already uncontrollable wildfire. He kept sucking on your clit firmly enough to apply enough pressure, but it was that damn teasing of his tongue that was making you go absolutely feral.

"Say it, baby girl."

"FUCK, please don't stop!"

He allowed himself to sate his own burning desire to fucking dissolve you under his tongue, getting you to flow a river for him, coating his mouth with your sweet juices. You were like a spring that was never enough to quench his thirst. Chris could do that for hours if teasing you wasn’t more entertaining.

"Say I'm driving you crazy."

"You- You’re-"

"Say it, baby girl."

"You’re dr- You’re driving-"

"Do it for me."

"You’re driving me fucking CRAZY!!! Oh, fuck, FUCK!"

You grabbed him by his hair to get him up. If he didn’t pass through you right that second, you were going to legitimately lose your mind.

"Get up. Get the fuck up! Fuck me into this seat, you son of a bitch, DO IT!"

Chris grinned like an absolutely deranged lunatic and climbed on top of you, throwing your legs over his shoulders to angle for your sweetest spot. That stretch he caused while letting out that animalistic grunt was everything.

"Oh, CHRIS!"

Your voice… It was more than enough. It was the sexiest fucking thing in this universe. He could listen to it like a song over and over again and blow on cue. He was sure of it.

"Say it again."

"Say w-"

"My name, baby girl. Again."

You held onto his gorgeous arms again, sinking your fingers in them, and let yourself get lost in him.

"Oh, Chris."

You felt him twitch inside you and he let out a deep exhale.

"Fuck- Again."

"Chris, please."

"Ah, again, baby girl."

"Christopher."

This time he twitched so hard that you felt it deep within you.

"Ah, baby-"

"Christopher."

"Ah, baby, yes."

"Christopher."

"Oh, fucking-"

"Christopher."

"Fuck, again."

"Christopher."

"Again!"

"Christopher!"

"AGAIN!"

"CHRISTOPHER!". 

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK, give it to me. Give it to me, baby girl, just like that."

Chris fucking snapped. He was going more unhinged with every thrust, resolute to crash both of you into an iron gate at full force. He slithered his thumb on your clit to intensify your pleasure.

"You know you love this, right? You fucking love this."

"Fucking kiss me!"

Who was he to say no to tasting your lips at every opportunity? He could live the rest of his life attached to them for all he cared.

"Cum for me," you whispered into his mouth. He deliriously smiled again.

"Fuck no."

"Fucking blow for me."

"You first, baby girl."

Chris picked up the pace, disarming you completely under him.

"Where do you wanna cum? Tell me."

"No, please, no, y- you…"

He was simply ruthless, determined to not let you have your way whatsoever.

"You wanna flood my cock? You wanna cream on my face? Tell me, I'll do it."

You were trying. You were really trying to form a coherent sentence but all that came out of your mouth was your moans mixed with guttural sounds his thrusts were forcing out of you.

"You. Your- J-just you."

"Let go for me, baby girl. Hit me with all you got. You know you love this."

Then he bent over your face again and whispered looking dead into your eyes.

"You love me."

"FUCK, CHRIS, I L-"

Chris immediately covered your mouth with his lips and choked your moan that could have easily turned into something very inexplicable. Nevertheless, your brutal spasms along with what he most certainly knew was going to spill from your lips pushed him over the edge with you. Frantically.

"Oh, yes. Yes, I'm coming! I'm fucking coming, oh SHIT!"

His warm seed squirting inside you, spreading around your walls like that felt so weirdly soothing, wrapping you in a blanket of pure bliss. You felt yourself getting out of your body for a second. After he came down, Chris finally broke the silence minus both of your attempts to catch your breaths.

"So, I uh- I’ll come pick you up at 8 tomorrow?" he asked while panting, your foreheads still pressed together. Your hands reached for his curls and caressed them softly.

"Actually, I have something else in mind. Why don’t you meet me at the restaurant?"

My name is Y/N and I’m pretty sure I’m about to make the biggest mistake yet.

«TO BE CONTINUED»

THE PUNCHLINE: Chapter 8

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Hyunjin stole one glance from you and unleashed himself on your lips hungrily. A content smile appeared on your face as he pressed his forehead to yours still panting, obviously frustrated because he didn’t get to bask in the glow of his orgasm. “Come to my place, beautiful. Tonight. Please.”

Chapter 8: Tie Me To The Bedpost

📜9.2K words 🚨Phone sex, mutual masturbation, vaginal fingering, risk of getting caught, newly introduced katoptronophilia (mirror paraphilia), verbally induced hands-free orgasm that gets kinda ruined, lowkey narcissistic tendencies, body worship (with an emphasis on foot/leg fetish), lingerie/ripping fetish, waxplay (low-temp candles feat. sligh graphoerotica), cumshot/facial, cumplay, sub-leaning switch tendencies, mild breath play (m receiving), edging, rimming, hair pulling, facesitting, that one bullet vibrator in the passing, oral sex, unprotected sex, squirting, fully charged vibrators recommended per usual. 💭Reblogs & comments are always appreciated and please keep in mind they are the ultimate motivation fuel. 🔖Story taglist: @elizalabs3 ; @septicrebel ; @clearlyissleeping 📌Permanent taglist: @sai-kida134 ; @ughbehavior ; @bearseungmin ; @skywarriorkirby ; @sunnyville36 ; @hh0320 ; @svintsandghosts ; @jl-micasea-ficssea-fics ; @skz317cb97

It was around 4 PM when Jisung and Hyunjin casually walked into the bar, way too early and way too scarce in number compared to their usual hangout regimen. For starters, there was still sun outside, and you were legitimately not used to seeing any of the gang except Minho during daytime. You spread your hands to the sides on the bar top and declared with worry in your voice.

"Rip the bandaid quickly. Which one of you is in the hospital?"

The duo burst into laughter while your concern was actually genuine.

"Relax, baby," Jisung reached out to squeeze your hand, "We just dropped by for some daydrinking and to spend some time with you. Should we have called maybe?"

"Yeah, maybe you fucking should have!" you pulled your hand from Jisung all annoyed, mild relief spreading through your chest. Why were you this relieved that nothing happened to any of them anyway?

The bar was not that crowded given the hour of the day, so it felt like an intimate hangout, shooting the shit with the two guys until Jisung excused himself.

"Alright, I gotta run. Oh, you dropped something, baby."

"What?" you looked down in front of you. Jisung made a swift move to reach out to your face over the counter and stole a kiss.

"Your lips on me. Later!"

You smiled and mouthed behind his back as Jisung made his way out contently humming a tune to himself.

"Fucking dork."

Hyunjin pulled out a little notebook and a pen from his bag and started scribbling some stuff. From the looks of the brevity of the words stacked on top of each other, he was making some sort of a list.

"Anything I can get ya, prince?"

"Tie me to the bedpost."

His words caught you so off guard that you stopped dead in your tracks.

"Excuse me?"

"The cocktail," he laughed, "Good to know I can fluster you this easily, though."

"Ha, very funny," you deadpanned, mild irritation helping you regain your composure, "We're currently out of grenadine. Unless you don't mind waiting for another hour until inventory restock?"

"Actually, scratch that," Hyunjin leaned back in his seat, "I’m in my lemon drop martini feelings all of a sudden."

"Ooh, sour. Sugar rim?"

"You know it."

While you were preparing the drink, Hyunjin kept rotating the pen between his slender fingers with creased brows, seemingly thinking of something to add to that little list of his.

"Can you recommend some songs for me, beautiful? R&Bish with a hard bassline, if possible."

"That's weirdly specific," you looked up at him while pouring his martini, "What's the occasion?"

"I'm making a playlist to disrespectfully fuck you to later."

That was so unnecessarily forward that the shaker slipped from your hands. Luckily for you, you had already emptied the content into the sugar-rimmed glass. Hyunjin giggled.

"I’m kidding, beautiful. This is for practice purposes. I'm looking for songs that have a certain vibe."

"What uh- what kind of vibe?" you asked like you were totally unaffected by his levels of natural sultriness.

"The kind that makes you wanna tie me to the bedpost when you watch me dance to it," Hyunjin responded, tone as deliberate as it could get.

"And when would that be exactly?" you placed his glass right behind his notebook, "You talk such a big game about your professional dancing but I'm yet to see it my guy, just saying."

"Well, this is for a closed audition, but you're more than welcome to come watch me practice," Hyunjin slurped on the sour drink with gusto. You examined the notebook and looked up to him again.

"Your handwriting is really pretty, by the way, prince. May I?" you reached out your hand to grab his pen and jotted down your suggestion at the bottom of that list. You could totally imagine him nailing that song, hitting every beat with firm body movements, and maybe nailing you a little bit as well.

"Appreciate you," Hyunjin smiled under a veil of gratefulness and continued, "You know what I also would have appreciated? A birthday gift from you."

"I came to your party. Don’t you think that counts as a gift?" you winked at him.

"Yeah, but you didn’t come for me."

"What? Of course, I did! It was your birth-"

"No, you didn’t come for me, beautiful," he flashed a smirk.

The guy wasn’t wrong, but in your defense, you did tell him to ask you for body shots when you were around 80 proof. Hyunjin was just far too gone too fast that it most probably had slipped his mind, as well. While you were lost in these thoughts, trying to produce a witty comeback, he asked you like he was casually inquiring about the weather.

"How was the Dom King?"

"JESUS, gossip much?!" you widened your eyes.

He softly chuckled, "Changbin doesn’t kiss and tell, beautiful, don’t worry. I just know you guys went to have dinner that one night and he’s been glowing like he’s fucking pregnant ever since. That usually only means one thing."

You didn’t know why you felt this intense feeling of contentment forcing the edges of your mouth to tighten upon the unsolicited piece of information.

"So?" Hyunjin insisted, "You like it?"

"Like what?"

"The dom experience."

You briefly thought about it to legitimately recollect your memories of the night, "I mean I can’t say it’s ‘Do it every fucking night’ kind of an activity, but I’d like to indulge in it every once in a while, I guess. The right amount of spice."

Hyunjin kept his sensuous gaze on you while biting on the tip of his pen, "Two questions: Can I get another drink, and do you know what a service top is, beautiful?"

"Yeah, this", you pointed to the bar top sarcastically and proceeded to refresh his drink. The gesture got Hyunjin chuckling.

"You’re fucking hilarious."

He nonchalantly reached out his hand to drag his index finger down your bare arm, causing you to stop your movements instantly.

"Would you indulge me in letting me serve you for a change?"

"Serving coffee does not cut it for you, prince?" you retorted, trying your best to remain unfazed, and moved on to cover the rim of the glass with sugar.

"Not really. I’d like to show you how it’s properly done."

"I just told you it’s an every once in a while activity, didn’t I?"

"Oh, I’m not asking to dom you, no."

You studied Hyunjin’s gaze for a second to deduct what he was really after.

"Changbin might be the trademark dom king, but nobody worships like I do, and it’s a fact. I’d love for you to experience that."

Worship, huh?

You licked the sugar rim off the spot facing you and pushed the drink towards Hyunjin with a contorted smile.

"Enjoy, prince."

"Thank you," Hyunjin picked up the glass and turned it around to drink from the spot your tongue was just on while holding your gaze, "Tomorrow at 3. I'll text you the address."

It would have been just fine if Hyunjin actually remembered to do just that, which he didn't. You kept calling him the next morning to learn where you needed to go, but he wouldn't pick up, so you decided to try your chances with Felix instead.

"What’s up, baby?" he answered, voice all husky like he just woke up. Only then did you notice what time it was.

“Shit, sorry, did I wake you up?”

“Kinda, but you’re all good. Tense muscles again?” Felix playfully asked.

"It's actually tense nerves due to people forgetting shit," you deadpanned, "I need the address to Hyunjin’s studio. Do you know where it is?"

"Hm, I may or may not possess the knowledge of his practice location," Felix yawned, tone pseudo-serious like you were making a pretend drug deal, "Fair warning, though, it's gonna cost you."

"Or I might just call somebody else, Freckles," you retorted, but he wasn't having it. Not even a little bit.

"Reeeally?" he giggled instead, unnecessarily amused, "Let's recap: Chan and Bin locked themselves in their studio, which means you can't get a hold of them until Saturday. Jisung's having client meetings all day, and I dare you to try and get a hold of Minho. I'm literally your only chance."

"Then hang up, my guy. I'm calling Minho."

"Suit yourself," Felix replied utterly unfazed, "But when he doesn't answer, my price will have doubled, baby, just FYI. I'll talk to you in a bit," and he legit hung up to your face. You looked at your phone screen for a while.

What the fuck is up with this guy today?

Not more than mere seconds later and much to your dismay, however, you got to learn that Felix was indeed right. Minho wasn't home and he wasn’t picking up, either. You seriously considered googling addresses simply because you didn’t wanna cave and give Felix the satisfaction, but there were sixteen places you could go in the downtown area alone. You heaved a deep sigh, redialed Felix’s number again, and when the dial tone stopped you immediately interrupted the incoming tease attempt.

“Don’t… Even… Think about it, Freckles. Just tell me what the fuck you want.”

“Yeesh, tense much, baby?” he replied, “I just wanted to chat a little. No need to be mean.”

Felix sounded a little offended, but you couldn’t pinpoint whether it was for real or he was just messing with you. You paused before answering because the man was factually right. He wasn’t the one inducing your frustration in the first place.

“It was a bit mean, I guess,” you continued after that brief moment of self-reflection, “Nevertheless, I need the address, Lix, so tell me your aforementioned price maybe?”

“Told you. I just wanna chat,” he responded, “Why don’t you make yourself comfortable? This might take a while.”

To talk on the phone?

You remembered where you knew that tone from. It was in the exact same shade he talked to you with that night he was alone at the bar. If you didn’t know any better, you would think Felix was setting you up for something.

You let yourself fall on your couch, “Alright, I’m comfortable. What do you wanna talk about?”

“What are you wearing, baby?”

“Excuse you?”

“Well, you did wake me up and I have a situation going on that needs to be taken care of,” Felix softly chuckled on the other end of the line, “Tell me, baby, what are you wearing?”

You momentarily questioned why the fuck you felt like instantly agreeing whenever these guys wanted to, for the lack of a better word, use you for their own relief. Being exposed to this much attention and feeling constantly desired in an absolutely primitive way was most definitely rewiring your brain beyond your control. You were starting to develop an addiction maybe. Maybe you already had.

“I’d hate to disappoint you, but it’s just a tank top and sweatpants, Lix.”

“Yeah? What color?”

Really? You’re gonna jerk off to this?

You looked down to report the RGB situation of your clothing, “White tank, black pants.”

“Let me guess. You’re not wearing a bra, are you baby?” 

You inadvertently smirked, “No, I’m not.”

“I can make out your nipples all the way from here. God, I wish I could touch them,” you heard rustling on the phone and Felix grunted, “Your underwear?”

Felix was getting riled up this much to what could only be described as plain attire, which sparked an idea in your mind right away.

“I’m not wearing any, Lix.”

“Shut up!”

“No, really,” you chuckled, “If I’m not gonna go commando in my own place then what’s the point, I mean?”

“Shit,” he exhaled into the receiver and you could hear the slow but steady rhythm of his hand. Your own voice got deeper to match the husk of his.

“You know what it means, though, don’t you?”

“Tell- fuck- Tell me, baby, what does it mean?”

You felt nothing but satisfaction knowing you got this stunning man losing it bit by bit to your voice adorning his imagination, and over the phone to that for that matter. That feeling of having control over someone did something to you. 

“It means when I start oozing because of you, it’s gonna smear everywhere.”

“Oh, baby, please!”

That breathy groan. His voice one octave deeper than his usual. You might have lied about your underwear situation because you didn’t think there was anything particularly sexy about it, but the latter part was true. You were already feeling your arousal pooling to leave a stain right under that buzzing sensation on your clit.

“Touch yourself for me. I wanna hear those pretty moans again.”

Again.

That was literally the premise of an addiction, wasn’t it? That promise of pleasure urging you to do the same thing over and over and over again. To feel good. To feel so fucking good. 

Or in Minho’s words, the pursuit of happiness. 

“I want those nipples wet, baby. Let me hear it.”

You shoved two fingers inside your mouth, swirled your tongue around them to produce that wet noise, and guided them on your left nipple, already hard courtesy of Felix’s constant husky groans on the phone. You let out a content exhale.

“Talk to me, Lix.”

“I was so fucking drunk on teasing you that night, you know,” Felix cursed under his breath, “I hate that I didn’t get a taste, baby. Fuck!”

“You wanna know what I taste like?”

“Yes, fucking YES, tell me. Tell me what I missed out on.”

You slid your fingers down your pants, pressing on your clit to tease it gently.

“How hard are you right now?”

“Rock hard,” Felix’s tone was slowly descending into pleading, “I’ve been hard ever since I picked up the phone. You’re not making it any easier.”

You softly chuckled at his words, “Moan for me and I’ll taste myself for you.”

“Fucking- GOD! Baby, you’re ruining me with this.”

That guttural sound was exactly what you needed. You actually felt yourself secreting that sweet, thick, and clear liquid out of your hole, glossing your entrance all around. You collected some on your fingers, hissing at the sensation of your own touch, and glazed your tongue with it.

“It tastes like peaches and cream, Lix. Not the worst idea to come up with a new Bellini recipe, just saying.”

“Jesus- I fucking love how filthy you are,” Felix’s voice began climbing in pitch, signaling you he was well on his way, “Shove those fingers inside, baby. Fuck yourself hard for me, come on.”

You were sopping wet already, but when you pushed your fingers inside to target that sweet spot, you still let out an exhale at the stretch even though it was nowhere near Felix's girth.

"Oh, fuck."

“Yes, like that. Like that, just like that. Shove it deeper. Keep rubbing that spot for me."

Your mind was flooded with the memories of his bed, that cactus blossom oil covering you everywhere, his hands making those obscene wet sounds as he glided his hands all over you. Featuring the delicious vibrations provided by his egg massager, of course.

"Oh my god, Lix!"

"Feels so fucking good, doesn't it baby? Put me on speakerphone."

You had your mental faculties barely intact, but you managed to do as he said with that last drop of sanity.

"Put the phone right next to you. I need the mic as close to your lips as possible," Felix kept instructing you, "Wet your fingers and tease that clit for me while fucking yourself."

"Oh, shit!"

You heard Felix spit on his hand and just run with it upon your cue.

"Fuck baby, yes. Yes! Harder now."

How magnificent would it be if it was physically possible for Felix to munch on your pussy while he was fucking you senseless like that, though? 

"You're gonna blow for me, aren't you? You're gonna cum all over yourself thinking it's me around that cock."

You could hear how fast he was jerking himself off and the wet sounds his fist was making. Oh, what you wouldn't give to get him to lose his mind writhing under you with his fingers tangled in your hair.

"Nothing beats that cunt, baby. Nothing can match that. Fuck, ah fuck!" his breathing got way too labored, "Faster baby. Fuck yourself like it's me wrecking you. Cream on those fingers for me."

"God, Felix."

"Nice and loud for me now. Give it to me. Scream for me.”

"Felix!"

“Ah, don’t stop! Don't fucking stop. I’m about to cum. I’m gonna cum so fucking hard. Louder for me, come on!"

"Felix!"

"LOUDER!"

"FELIX!"

“Baby, please, FUCK!”

You arched on your couch to his moans, your toes curling hard against the waves of your orgasm. It tasted like a tall glass of ice-cold Bellini on your tongue. So sweet. So refreshing.

"In conclusion, you're gonna go to our gym on Main Street. That's where he practices," Felix panted into the receiver once post-nut clarity hit him, “And you best believe I’m gonna make that Bellini with your cum when I get you alone and drink you dry.”

"Bold, italic, and underlined,” you giggled at him, “Yowza!"

Finally having an address for a destination, you made your way to the gym that afternoon. You didn't necessarily expect Hyunjin to be alone, but when you entered the large hall with mirrors to roast him for his recklessness, you sure as hell didn't expect it to see… that.

"Why thank you for allowing me to cosplay being a prophet, prin- The fuck, Ming Kong, what are you even doing here?!"

Minho and Hyunjin both turned to your direction upon hearing your voice looking like they just completed an ice bucket challenge, soaked from head to toe, and Minho responded casually:

"I’m his coach. What are you doing here?"

"Hyunjin invited me, but more importantly, you can fucking dance?!"

Minho assumed an expression like you just dishonored his ancestors, "You should have been able to conclude that from the way I fuck, not to mention my stamina, baby. I’m extremely offended."

"Hey, beau-"

"Shush, nobody talk until we're done here. Eyes on the mirror, Hyun. Five, six, seven, eight!"

Fucking drill sergeant. Why am I even surprised?

You recognized that song immediately as it was the one you recommended to him the day before. What was more impressive was the fact that these two managed to come up with an intricate choreography in less than twenty four hours, which spoke volumes about their levels of proficiency. You already had an inkling about Hyunjin’s skills considering he was doing this semi-professionally, but Minho?

Hot damn!

The way they moved complemented each other so well. Precise, powerful movements in complete sync like there were one body, executed with utter grace, but the main difference lied in how they did it. Minho flowed like water, flooding the area he was dancing in, whereas Hyunjin scorched the floor under his steps. You couldn’t take your eyes off them throughout the entire thing, let alone engage in any kind of courtside commentary. You were dead scared to cause them to lose their mojo.

"Alright, Imma go hit the shower," Minho announced the end of practice after the eighth time they went over it, "Behave while I’m gone," he smirked and walked out of the studio, leaving you and Hyunjin alone.

"So?" Hyunjin asked, expecting a review of his performance.

"If I say ‘goddamn’ it's gonna go to your head, so I'll settle with ‘not bad’ instead," you commented sarcastically.

"I'll take that anytime," Hyunjin smiled at you while drying his sweat off with a towel.

"Aren’t you gonna ask me how I got here by myself?"

"What do you mean, I tex- Oh my fucking god, I’m so sorry! I totally forgot that, didn’t I?"

Hyunjin proceeded to apologize over and over again, and his antics got you laughing all over the place. You weren’t as mad as you were that very morning and you let it go since your satisfaction levels with that eye candy of a performance were through the roof.

And, well, you weren’t as frustrated anymore thanks to a certain someone that reminded you of strawberries an awful lot. You examined the hall for some time.

"You like mirrors huh, prince?"

"It’s a must when you’re dancing, to be honest," Hyunjin chuckled. 

It was a must, yes, but you doubted anyone was that into themselves as they were monitoring their own movements. You looked at him in the mirror and felt yourself being possessed with an idea all of a sudden.

"Mind if we try something?"

"Try what, beautiful?"

You walked right in front of the mirror and sat down, and reached your hand out to him to signal him to come closer. When Hyunjin sat down right next to you, you crawled right behind him, spreading your legs to the sides to lock your legs on his.

"Get comfortable," you pulled his body towards your chest. He obliged, not having a clue what to anticipate. You basically spread him on your lap and whispered in his ear.

"I'll let this get to your head, instead, prince. Nobody looks that tantalizing when they dance."

Hyunjin broke into a smile, eyes locked on yours in that gigantic mirror. You caressed his hair and slithered your hand to the waistband of his sweats. He flinched upon the movement.

"Someone… might come in."

"Life would be boring without a little risk, don’t you think?" you kissed his temple, immediately shutting him and his concerns up, "Let me witness it again. I wanna appreciate you properly."

Hyunjin relaxed against you like your words automatically converted that place into a private room. You hooked your thumb inside and pulled down his sweats and boxers just enough so that he was exposed for you.

"Oh, god, would you just look at this?" you contorted your face upon the sight, "Begs to be touched."

You saw him gulp and close his eyes in the mirror.

Bingo.

"Do not touch yourself."

You lifted Hyunjin’s chin to signal him to open his eyes for you. 

"Look at yourself for me, prince. Look how you fit snugly between my legs," you brushed your fingers around his neck, "Don’t we look absolutely pretty?"

As Hyunjin choked a moan, you grabbed his hand and guided it behind him, sneaking the fingers inside your pants. 

He couldn’t help the groan at the moist contact, though.

"Do you feel how wet you make me? You know why that happens?"

"W-why, beautiful?"

"You’re just so fucking pretty, that’s why," you continued, "How do you even do that? How do you look like that? It’s like somebody made you up."

Your hand made its way down again to slide his shirt up and reveal his chiseled figure for you.

"Like you’re god’s figment of imagination."

Hyunjin squeezed your knees, completely evaporating solely with your words.

"You make me go absolutely insane, prince. Upon sight. I just wanna drop everything and fuck you senseless right in the middle of the bar," you caressed his shoulders and pierced his soul in the mirror.

"For everyone else to see."

"Fuck-" Hyunjin whispered throwing his head back to your chest.

"No one should be this beautiful. Your hair…" you ran your fingers through them.

"Your lips…" you ghosted your fingers over them.

"Your veins on your neck…" you grazed them with your nails.

"Your chest…" you slithered your hand down to caress it.

"Your thighs…" you reached down to touch that little flash of bare flesh.

"The sweat on your skin…" you dragged your tongue on his neck as he sank his fingers into your thighs.

"Just tell me, how are you a walking sex god like that?"

"God-" Hyunjin heaved a very deep sigh with his eyes rolling back like you were actually blowing him, melting into your chest in the meantime. Every one of his reactions was bringing out the demon inside you more forward. You smiled.

"You want me to touch you,  don’t you, you fucking beautiful thing?"

"YES! Fuck yes. Please."

You caressed his hair again and smirked at him in the mirror.

"But I’m not going to."

Hyujin let out a frustrated whimper this time, his cock flushed pink and twitching on his crotch,

"I keep thinking about our night together, you know?"

"You d- You do?"

"Mhm. No one ever ate me out like that before. I love how you use those lips."

"Oh, beautiful."

"And you know how to hit deep," you grazed your teeth on Hyunjin’s shoulder, "So, so deep. You made me see the fucking stars for hours."

"Oh, god!"

You chortled, way too satisfied with the reactions you were able to elicit out of him.

"You might be interested in knowing that I keep touching myself to the way you slurped on me." Then you whispered into his ear with a lot of air, "Nobody does it like you."

"Beautiful, please! Touch me. Once. Just once."

"You think I don’t notice when you wet your lips for me like that?"

He whined.

"You think my jaw doesn’t drop to your thrusts when you dance for me like that?"

He whimpered.

"You think I don’t go fucking insane when I watch you get hard for me like that?"

He fucking groaned.

"You did this to me," you rubbed his fingers against your core again to smear the arousal his mere presence forced out of you in excessive amounts, "Now take some fucking responsibility."

And you dragged your tongue on his neck very, very, very slowly.

"Ah, beautiful, PLEASE, FUCK!"

As Hyunjin violently spasmed on your lap you pinned him to his place so he didn’t try to stroke himself to ride out his orgasm. You watched the way strings of milky liquid squirted out of him, painting something akin to a fractal on his navel and chest. 

"Having a little party, are we?"

"JESUS, fucking knock first, why don't you?" Hyunjin pulled his pants up immediately. Minho cackled at how flustered he was.

"And miss A-grade porn? No, thank you," he spoke from the door, arms crossed against his chest and clearly way too entertained, "Felix is asking why you're not answering your phone. I'll tell him you're getting your dick hypnotized."

Before he left, Minho shot you a meaningful look, "You're way too good with that mouth, baby. Use it on me some time, yeah?" he winked and left the hall once again. You should have been embarrassed maybe, but you ended up smiling to yourself. Then you turned to Hyunjin still sitting next to you, expression trapped between aroused and ungratified. It was very obvious how proud you were of the amount of influence you had on him.

"Think again, prince. Maybe somebody worships better than you do."

Hyunjin stole one glance from you and unleashed himself on your lips hungrily. A content smile appeared on your face as he pressed his forehead to yours still panting, obviously frustrated because he didn’t get to bask in the glow of his orgasm.

"Come to my place, beautiful. Tonight. Please."

You smiled and gave him your phone, "Only if you give me your address right now. I'm not gonna wait for it to dawn on me again."

It didn’t take to be a genius to know you weren’t at Hyunjin’s place to just hang out, but that didn’t mean you weren’t still expecting some kind of class. It was the prince himself, after all. For the second time that day, however, you didn’t expect to see… that.

"Welcome to the royal chambers, beautiful."

"Uh- Weren’t you working as a barista, prince, or did I miss the memo on which country you’re ruling?"

Hyunjin laughed softly, "You do realize I’m also a dancer, right?"

Indeed the royal chambers cosplaying as a humble abode. It was a small, single-bedroom apartment, but you could swear Hyunjin contracted some interior designer to decorate the entire thing from scratch. Unless he was a hobbyist decorator himself, that was. His apartment was super cozy with warm colors all around, soft dim lights functioning as the only source of illumination creating an instantly intimate atmosphere, either some incense or a candle burning somewhere enveloping the room in a sweet scent, soft music coming out of his speakers at a low volume…

And a table that looked like it was harboring dinner for two.

"You really shouldn’t have, beautiful. Thank you," he grabbed the wine bottle you brought from you, which you thought was the only thing you were going to be having. You kept staring at the table with an expression akin to mild shock. Hyunjin felt the need the ask since you refused to break eye contact with the plates.

"You… do like risotto, right?"

"What? Uh- Yeah, of course! Who doesn’t?"

‘Who doesn’t?’ What the fuck is wrong with you woman?

"Please," Hyunjin gestured for you to sit down while he was opening the bottle of wine. What you thought was going to be excessively indulging in bodily pleasures ended up being a pseudo-date night. Not that eating didn’t provide some of that primal kind of satisfaction.

"This is fucking delicious!" you exclaimed upon that first bite, "Where did you get this from?"

"My mom," Hyunjin smiled, "I’ll tell her you like the recipe." You dropped your fork at his answer.

"Excuse me?"

"You keep calling me prince, but I happen to be a self-sufficient man, beautiful."

You were in complete disbelief of the words coming out of his mouth, "You’re telling me… You cooked for tonight. Yourself."

"Why is it that surprising?

More importantly, why did everybody keep asking you that question so fucking often?

"I uh- I’m just very pleasantly surprised, that’s all," you finally let that smile invade your lips, "I didn’t expect you to go all out like this."

"What can I say? I like spoiling people," he smiled and took a sip from his wine, piercing your soul with his gaze in the meantime, "Glad you enjoy".

Just dinner. Casual and pleasant conversation allowing you to get to know each other a little better. Playful banter as usual. Despite all that, everything about Hyunjin screamed ulterior motives, but he did it with such manners that it came across as nothing but seductive. It all culminated in a climax at the end of your meal.

"I keep thinking about you, too, you know. Our night together."

"That good, huh? Why, thank you," you commented sarcastically, still with a flirtatious smile. Hyunjin replied with intention miles away from any kind of lighthearted teasing.

"You fucking colonized my shower thoughts, beautiful."

Your smile widened as your eyes got more squinted at his words and for some reason, Changbin’s voice echoed in your head.

What an interesting piece of information.

"I got something for you if you’ll indulge me."

Hyunjin got up from his seat and extended his hand for you to guide you to his bedroom which was wrapped in a vanilla scent provided by a candle burning on his nightstand. You noticed a box that almost looked like a present placed neatly on his bed. He stopped you right in front of it and whispered in your ear while wrapping his hands on your waist from behind you.

"Wear these for me, won’t you beautiful?"

Not ‘Could you wear these, please?’. Not even ‘Will you wear these?’. It was a tag question attached out of courtesy when in reality he straight up told you to wear them. In such a hypnotic voice that you had no choice but to do it. You opened the box to see what it contained.

There was lace lingerie inside, all in black. Pantyhose and fishnet stockings paired with black stilettos.

"I’ll be outside while you get changed," Hyunjin placed a small kiss right behind your ear. It tickled you.

It was a little funny if you thought about it, though. He actually walked out of the room to give you privacy as if he was not about to violate that very privacy within a matter of minutes himself. You laughed to yourself and started stripping.

To say that Hyunjin marvelously lost his mind when you appeared at his doorframe, however, would be a colossal understatement. His jaw fucking dropped all the way to the floor.

"Like, DAMN, beautiful. Stab me while you’re at it, why don’t you?"

"Well, you asked for it," you chuckled. It was you who extended a hand to guide him back inside this time. Once he crossed the threshold of his room, Hyunjin's personality immediately shapeshifted and he literally became possessed right before your eyes, diving into your lips hungrily, hands moving around every inch of your bare skin like he wanted to sear himself.

"I’ve never fucked a goddess before, beautiful," Hyunjin filled his lungs with your scent as much as possible, "This might be the first time that I’ll actually get to worship. Please excuse the enthusiasm."

He carefully laid you down on his bed, allowing you to rid him of his shirt in the meantime. That body always managed to get you groaning, disgracefully salivating over him.

"Touch me. Please."

He didn’t have to say that twice. You were in two minds about which one of you was going to do the worshipping in that room. Hyunjin was kind of beating you to it, though.

"Oh, fuck!"

The second your fingertips met his torso, he couldn’t control the decibel of the sound he let out. If he was going to react to you like that based on one minuscule touch, who knew what you were going to induce in him when you actually started moving.

He intertwined his fingers with yours and pressed both your hands back into the mattress over your head, lips unable to stop eating you alive. When you locked your legs around his waist, Hyunjin moaned into your mouth.

"Drag those heels on me, beautiful."

You hesitated, "I uh- Doesn't- Won't it-?"

"No, it's not gonna hurt. Do it for me."

You carefully scratched his back with your heels all the way down to the small of his bare back while all Hyunjin was able to do was moan for you. Into your lips. Into your neck. In your ears. Riling you up intensely.

"Feels good?"

"So good, beautiful," Hyunjin's tone came out so different than his speaking voice like he was being hypnotized. He cupped your face within his pretty hands and asked you:

"I want you to do something for me now," Hyunjin kissed your lips with a prolonged inhale and reached out to his nightstand.

"I'd like you to paint me with this however you wish."

The request was definitely unconventional. Nobody had asked you to do this kind of a thing before, but you were concerned for different reasons. Hyunjin was basically asking you to drip a molten candle on him.

"Doesn't it hurt?"

"These are called massage candles, beautiful," he held up the small candle jar for you, "They melt at very low temperatures, so they’re meant for a delightful sensation only," Hyunjin dipped his finger in the already molten candle on his nightstand to prove his point to you and it immediately dried on his fingertips, "I really like how this feels on my skin."

You watched the little flame of the burning wick dancing happily as it was dying out and glanced at the rest of Hyunjin's collection in various colors stacked together. Teals, peaches, beiges… Shades as soft as his hair, but the feeling they provided no doubt as fiery as the way he fucked. The vanilla aroma emitting from the candle was inviting a delightful sensation through your nostrils.

"Smells so soothing."

Hyunjin placed a wet kiss on your neck while running his fingers on your shoulder blades and asked you in that velvety voice of his.

"Would you like to try it, too, beautiful?"

Your hesitation was obvious, but being the prince he was, Hyunjin was never going to ask you to do something you weren’t comfortable with.

"We don’t have to. How about I help you get used to it? Does that sound good?" he brushed your hair with his fingers, "You do it to me first. See how you like it."

He helped you change positions, picked up the lighter from his drawer along with a little black matte jar, and handed them to you.

"Light it for me."

You did as he said, carefully setting the wick on fire.

"We’re going to let it melt for now," Hyunjin placed the glass jar back on his nightstand, "When you feel like there’s enough oil for you to play with, blow out the candle. Let it cool down just a little. Then paint me with it."

He was instructing you like he was giving you tips on the finer techniques of gouache painting. There was no room for doubt about how excited he was about the prospect of the impending delightful sensation.

"And as it melts, I’m gonna melt you on my tongue a little if you allow me, beautiful. Give me a little taste, will you?"

If you allowed him. He already fucking knew you were obviously going to allow him to ascend you ten more kilometers over the Everest. More so since you were already aware of what that mouth was capable of doing. Yet he would still say stuff like that as if he was displaying courteous behavior when in fact he was goddamn cognizant that your consent was a default by now. He knew how tempting he was. He fucking knew how irresistible he was.

You slick motherfucker.

Hyunjin gently pushed you back on his bed and spread your thighs apart. His brows were creased as he kept admiring your body, repeatedly huffing at the sight out of delight. Hyunjin was undeniably proud of the package he wrapped you in, but he was making no effort to rid you of it. Not even a little bit. He positioned himself between your legs and slowly slid your underwear to the side instead, exposing the source of the glaze on your pussy, glistening under the dim lights of the room. His eyes didn’t even darken at the flash of skin; they straight up blackened.

"Shit."

"Legs around my neck, beautiful."

Nothing but pure delightful misery prompted by his wet contact. Hyunjin had a singular target in mind. He didn’t care about getting you to cum, no; this was for his own pleasure only. Not touching you anywhere, not even your thighs, no kissing, no licking, absolutely nothing else besides the mellowest, slowest sucks on your clit you had ever experienced. Like he was resolute to drive you categorically insane. 

"More. Please. Harder."

"Nuh-uh."

"Hyunjin, please."

What an excruciatingly pleasant contrast that was. Hyunjin was providing the one stimulation that mattered, but he was executing it in such a way, not to mention with no other auxiliary means for that matter, that it was tormenting you more than it was gratifying you. The fact that he was so contently sipping on you with his eyes closed like he was getting lost in the feeling himself was the reason to go absolutely haywire.

"Please," your plea rolled from your lips with a sob as you tugged on his luscious locks, "I can’t stand it, PLEASE!"

"But doesn’t it feel good, beautiful?" Hyunjin asked you feigning innocence, his lips and chin entirely covered in your arousal, "Can’t you let me melt you some more?"

You slick motherfucker.

It dawned on you right then. This wasn’t a matter of your climax, that much was obvious, but this wasn’t even about his entertainment, either. It was retaliation.

"You’re doing this for payback for earlier today, aren’t you?"

Hyunjin erupted into a demonic smile between your legs and you could literally hear his eyes speaking to you.

‘Took you long enough, beautiful.’

He gave one last suck on your clit and got back up, dragging the back of his hand over his mouth to clean himself.

"Your turn, beautiful. Frustrate me as much as you want," he let you taste yourself on those plush lips.

Oh, I'm gonna, you slick motherfucker.

You blew out the candle, watching the sweet-scented smoke rising like some ghost of desire haunting the room, and put it back to let it cool down. You turned your attention to Hyunjin again, spread on his own bed dying of anticipation, erection painfully bulging under his pants. You crawled over his crotch to start ridding him of that needless piece of clothing and it took you about forty five seconds to loosen two buttons. He kept flinching under you every time you made a move, but that twisted smile on his face wouldn't fade no matter what.

"I brought this on myself, didn't I, beautiful?" 

"You kinda did, prince," you confirmed and finally pulled the layers of fabric standing between you and his gorgeousness. So hard. So flushed. So tightened. Leaking. All for you. All because of you.

"Oh, fuck, prince, look at you," you lowered yourself on his crotch and placed a small kiss on it, "Fucking demigod material."

"You really think so?"

"I don't fuck mere mortals," you smirked at him. He hysterically laughed in response.

Denying the guy friction altogether would be just cruel. He did have the basic amount of decency to provide contact for you after all. Unlike the monstrosity you had him endure that afternoon. You lifted your legs up, crossing them over your ass for him to admire, and started peppering little kisses all over. His tip, his shaft, his balls, his thighs… Everywhere. Hyunjin closed his eyes and let himself relish the feeling no matter how surface-level that was. That was how you knew he was never going to expect it when you took his length in the warmth of your mouth and it was going to force a very loud…

"FUCKING- Shit! Ah-"

…moan out of him. As guttural as it could get. You started humming while swirling your tongue around him. The sensation was causing Hyunjin to tug at his own hair.

"Ah, yes. Yes, beautiful, fucking yes. YES!"

You might have decided to be nice and humor him but ain’t no way you were going to let him cum like that. 

"But doesn’t it feel good, prince? Can’t you let me melt you some more?" you batted your lashes at him. Hyunjin threw his head back with a laugh.

"You little-" he bit his lips, eyes still closed. You gave him one last suck and finally reached for the candle. It had melted halfway through by then. Hyunjin perked up at your movements and started watching you intently. You dipped your finger in the molten candle first to check the temperature yourself. It wasn’t even half as bad as you thought it was going to be. Felt just like warm massage oil, the feeling easy to get used to.

"Ready for me?"

"Mhm."

The candle jar had an edge to pour from like it was some sort of a beaker. You straddled Hyunjin and used your own hand as a cushion so that the oil dripped on you first. When that first drop traveled to his chest, he hissed and moaned loudly while biting on his lips hard.

"Enjoying it, are we?"

"Can't even compare to the heaven between your legs, but feels so good, beautiful. So good," Hyunjin reached his hands to your waist, "Scorch me more."

"Scorch you?" you tsked furrowing your brows and moved on to run your hands on him, smearing the oil everywhere, "Why would you ask me to do such a mean thing, baby?"

"That’s- That’s not- That’s not what I mea- AH, FUCKING GOD!"

Hyunjin was a panting mess under you by now and you could feel his rock-hard erection poking on your ass. You smiled at the overenthusiasm, which quite frankly, made you feel so fucking special. You dripped some more from the glass jar, over his collarbones this time.

"Fuck, FUCK, you’re killing me with this. Kiss me. Fucking kiss me. Now."

You rubbed your hands together and grabbed Hyunjin’s face, smearing that oil all over his jawline. You were inhaling his lips, biting on them whenever you got a second from sucking on his tongue. He kept running his hands on your back, on your face, on your sides, through your hair, just wherever he could reach.

"So pretty. So fucking pretty, my m-"

"Come again?"

Hyunjin wasn’t able to complete that sentence and his voice had trailed off. His cheeks were flushed a little but seemingly for a different reason than sheer arousal this time.

"N-Nothing."

"Why can't you say it?"

He looked somewhat flustered. Like he was legitimately trying to swallow his embarrassment. You caressed his hair for a while.

"You know, your handwriting is really pretty."

You handed him the black-burgundy jar to melt and use as ink and your body a spare bit of parchment to practice some obscene calligraphy.

"You don’t have to say it, prince. Go on, write it on me."

Hyunjin flashed an almost crazed smile at your words. He reached for the lighter and lit the candle. As he left it to melt a little, he shifted you under him and carefully grabbed one of your legs.

"You're so fucking beautiful that you're driving me absolutely insane."

He started placing kisses starting from your inner thighs, to your knees, then to your ankles.

"So beautiful. Look how fucking sexy she is, my god."

He moved on to trap the fishnet between his teeth and tug on it, then started kissing the bare skin showing behind that fence of thread on your legs.

"Softest skin. So supple. Melts on your tongue. Can't leave one spot unkissed."

Hyunjin took off your shoe and gave his full attention to your foot.

"Just so fucking beautiful."

He ripped the area covering your feet and started sucking on your toes ever so gently.

"How can every single inch of you be so delicious? I'm fucking losing my mind over you, beautiful."

"It tickles," you flinched at the feeling. A content smile appeared on his lips.

"Only the best sensations for my goddess.  "

He blew the candle out, and while he was waiting for it to cool down, he proceeded to rub your feet, pressing on your pressure points firmly. You momentarily wondered whether he learned this from Felix.

"Fuck, Hyun-"

"Feels good, baby?"

"Oh god, SO fucking good."

Hyunjin continued rubbing your feet while sucking on your toes and placed your leg down after kissing it all over. Of course, he wouldn’t forget to pay the exact amount of attention to your other leg, as well. In the meantime, the candle had cooled off.

"You're sure you want this?"

"Yes. Yes, I do."

"Tell me if anything feels uncomfortable and I’ll soothe it immediately. Your pleasure comes first for me. Just…" his hands reached out for your bra, "one last crass movement if you allow me."

"All yours," you smiled at him.

Hyunjin ripped your bra open, exposing your chest to his carnal gaze, which immediately caused him to furrow his brows again in admiration. He fondled your breasts for a while as if he was possessed until he was able to stop himself and reach for the candle.

You could see the brief hesitation passing by Hyunjin’s beautiful face like a shadow, but he went for it and dripped the wax on you with grace. With manners. With technique. The warm sensation was more than welcome and you could feel the outline of a letter shaping out on your chest.

‘M’

Then he drew another one with his beautiful cursive handwriting.

‘I’

Then another one. Then another one. Then another one. When he finished the word, Hyunjin was avoiding your gaze like he was dreading hearing something uncalled for. You flashed a reassuring smile instead.

"Why so scared, prince? You can call me that, by all means."

Hyunjin gulped thickly, eyes widening at your words, and after some more hesitation, he finally let it rip.

"Mistress."

"Say it again, baby."

"My mistress."

"There you go," you tenderly ran your fingers on his chest before uttering a sentence containing the complete opposite impact of it, "Your mistress wants you to nail her into this bed now. Think you can do that for me, prince?"

Hyunjin fucking twitched, and almost threw a fit at your words.

"Mistress, don't say such things."

"Look at me," you pulled him towards you in one swift motion getting your chests flush, the wax on you smearing on him in the meantime.

"Do it before I fuck your pretty face off."

Hyunjin grazed his teeth on your lips on cue, immediately got back up, and ripped the fishnets on you with a harsh movement.

"Look at this shit. Fucking bare for me. All for me."

He hooked his fingers on both hands behind the fabric covering your core and tore it open, fully exposing your sopping wet pussy to him.

"You fucking goddess. Come here."

You could perfectly see how tight his balls were, informing you about the excessive amount of seed yearning to be unloaded on you. Hyunjin reached the limit of his patience and there was absolutely no way he could hold himself back anymore. He pushed himself into you practicing as much self-control he could but it was so fucking hard not to rail you flat right then and there.

"FFFUCK!"

That fucking stretch felt hotter than the wax, charring your walls with every inch. When Hyunjin started moving, you felt your soul getting ripped away from your body. His moans, his grunts, his thrusts, the fucking sweat dripping from his body onto yours like diamond droplets, all of it morphed together into a very condensed form of euphoria, erasing everything else that wasn't Hyunjin from your memory.

"Fuck, FUCK! Lay down for me. I wanna fucking suck you dry."

You tackled Hyunjin down onto the bed and roughly took him in your mouth again with no amount of grace, ripped lingerie making you look like a gift box ripped open with excitement.

"JESUS, FUCK!"

The harder you sucked him, the more Hyunjin was dissolving with loud moans echoing in the room, alerting everyone in the vicinity that he was getting his ass handed to him. But it wasn't enough. It just was not enough.

"Choke me, beautiful. I want you to control how much breath I can take."

"Don't ask for what you can't handle, prince," you grinned at him.

"Don’t hold back. Do it."

You didn't know what came over to you. You were so excessively aroused that you watched yourself like you got out of your own body. You watched yourself straddle him again. You watched your hand grabbing his throat and squeezing it, light enough that you wouldn't seriously hurt him, but firm enough that he wouldn't be able to tell whether you were really gonna choke him. You spat on his cock and kept pumping him within your fist.

And Hyunjin just didn't give a fuck.

"Yes. YES! Oh, GOD, so close!"

You abruptly stopped at his words.

"Nuh-uh."

"Beautiful, PLEASE!"

"You're gonna hold it for me."

You slithered down between his legs again and tapped on them to signal him.

"Feet on the bed, prince."

His new position exposed his entrance for you and he propped up on his elbows to see you better. You wrapped one arm around his magnificent thighs, the other hand soaked and firmly grabbing his cock, and you started rimming him hungrily.

And Hyunjin just fucking lost it.

"So gonna cum on that pretty face. Oh, I’m gonna cum so hard. Suck it harder, baby."

You did as he said, wrapping the coil inside him at full speed, and it didn't even take Hyunjin a minute to snap after that.

"Harder. Harder. FUCK!!!"

He grabbed you from your hair to shoot his entire load on your face, and needless to say, Hyunjin had never witnessed something this erotic before. Your hair a mess, lips swollen from sucking him hard, lingerie torn apart and barely holding on to your body, and his cum dripping down your face.

"I'll clean you up spotless first. Then I'm gonna take such good care of you, beautiful."

Hyunjin laid you back on the bed again, removing whatever amount of fabric was trying to latch itself on you along with the shoes. He smeared his cum all over your face and neck and began licking it off of you with wet kisses, soothing the aching muscles on your body along with it. Once he was done with his cleaning, he laid down right next to you.

"Come up. Right here," Hyunjin pointed at his lips.

"You want me to sit on your face?"

"There ain’t no chair better than this, beautiful, trust me. But an aid first. Show me that hole again."

Hyunjin reached for his drawer and pulled out a small bullet vibrator. He coated the whole thing with his saliva and gently placed it inside you.

"Sit on me now."

Once you made yourself comfortable, clit pressed against his mouth, Hyunjin turned on the vibrator and started eating you out with sheer gusto.

His lips. So luscious. So plush. Ready to murder. 

"Oh, fuck. Just like that baby, go at it," you held onto his headboard and threw your head back. 

You involuntarily kept pulling on his locks out of enthusiasm and you noticed Hyunjin was grunting every time you did that. 

"Pull harder, beautiful. You’re not gonna hurt me. Come on."

The harder you pulled, the more hungrily he munched on you. Your high was approaching fast.

"AH, yes."

"So fucking tasty. So pretty."

"Fuck, Hyunjin! More. Fucking MORE, I'm so close."

He covered his hands over yours tugging at his hair and squeezed them, urging you to pull even harder.

"Ah, yes. YES! I'm gonna cum all over that pretty mouth. Open up for me."

Hyunjin pulled the vibrator out of you upon your words and replaced it with those long slender fingers of his instead. He knew exactly where to aim.

"Fucking choke me between your legs. Come on, beautiful."

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!!!!"

Hyunjin kept moaning into you loudly while sucking on your clit. You pressed his head towards yourself, literally choking him just like he wanted you to, squeezing fistfuls of his hair and riding his swollen lips until the edge of your orgasm, squirting your juices into his mouth as hard as he shot his load onto your face. You were completely spent by the end of it, legs violently shaking and sanity completely gone. You let yourself collapse right next to him, allowing Hyunjin to pull you in an embrace, soothing the parts of your body still burning out of desire with his kisses and soft touches.

"I take it back, prince," you said between your panting, "Nobody worships like you do, and it’s indeed a fact."

Hyunjin broke into a very content smile and adorned your lips with himself.

"Only the best sensations for my goddess."

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