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shadowqueen26

1 year ago

psst …. han skcawk …. someone was excited … on stage last night ….

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shadowqueen26

1 year ago

psst …. han skcawk …. someone was excited … on stage last night ….

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shadowqueen26

1 year ago

🥲 I just can’t believe it’s over 🥲

I wanted—no NEEDED—more. Proposal, marriage, pregnancy, building a family I need it all 😭 I already miss Jisungie and I just finished the read 😭

AMAZING work as always baby doll and I cannot wait to read more! 💙💙💙

Screen Identity: Mismatched Passion | EP. 7 — PAPILIO PALINURUS

— contains adult content, minors do not interact 🔞 —

“I just want you to know that I’ll keep fighting for you. Forever. Because I love you,” he confesses.

[ abstract ]: After a rough break up during semester break, you’re put in a class with none other than your longtime academic rival Han Jisung once university starts again. Things don’t get any easier considering he’s your older brother’s best friend and destiny decides to assign you two to a partner project. Luckily, you can distract yourself a little by chatting with the mysterious guy you met online a couple of months ago, getting closer both emotionally and physically with him, absolutely unaware he might be nearer than you would expect…

[ general ]: jisung + fem reader, gamer + stoner jisung, gamer reader, academic rivals/enemies → lovers, brother’s best friend, minho is reader’s slightly older brother, college au, smut + angst + fluff, accidental online dating, inexperienced jisung + inexperienced reader [ real life ] vs simp jisung + brat reader [ online ] so they act a lot differently while chatting, please refer to series m.list for more info

[ warning ]: minho being annoying [yes this is a warning] and mc being a bit mean to him, explicit sexual scene [ includes switch dynamics, semi-protected sex, hand job and fingering, oral (f receiving), spanking, come play, name calling such as doll, baby, whore]

[ words ]: 8.1K

[ note ]: Hey my darlings. I apologise for the long wait. Life has been very busy for me. Thank you for being so patient and supportive, I appreciate you guys sooo much. This blog has become my little safe space and I'm so happy you guys enjoy the little fics I put out there. Unfortunately, this is the last part of the series but you can look forward to Hyunjin's spin off soon!! If you liked this episode too, I'd be very grateful about any kind reblog, comment, ask or DM!! Also, make sure to read The Experience Project, my other series that is part of the same universe!! Lots of love, Cece 🩷

Your heart stops. Minho keeps staring at your boyfriend as if it’s only a matter of time that he will wrap his hands around the younger one’s throat.

“Min… leave it,” you say, trying to get between the two but your brother doesn’t listen.

“No, I will not. He broke our agreement.” Suddenly, he turns around, facing you instead. “Did he touch you?”

“Yes,” you say with a stern look on your face. “I don’t know what your stupid issue is, Minho.”

When you turn around to catch a quick glimpse of your boyfriend, you find the spot where he was just standing empty. Did he… did he leave? Did he just chicken out?

“Ji?” You ask, your eyes hovering through the room. “Ji, where did you go?”

You walk around, trying to find him before a hand wraps around your wrist. “You’ll stay here. Talk to me. What the fuck is this? You lie to me, the both of you, meeting each other behind my back?” your brother spits. “You can’t be with him.”

“Why the fuck not? I’m an adult, I’m my own fucking person and I won’t live the way that you would prefer it. You don’t have a word in this,” you counter.

Minho scoffs, “I sure do. He’s my best friend and you’re my little sister who has zero experience and runs into the arms of the first guy she finds.”

Your mouth falls agape. You don’t know if your brother has had too much alcohol or if he’s still mad at you for being friends with Hyunjin, but this is going too far.

“You don’t know me, Min,” you say, getting closer to him. “You don’t get to judge me or him or whatever is between us?”

Minho gulps, feeling you stare a hole in his skull with the piercing gaze you shoot at him. He just wants to protect you. “I’m not judging you, Y/N. I’m just worried. Jisung is not… not boyfriend material, to phrase it in your language.”

“In my language?” You’re literally two years younger. “The language of a little sister that doesn’t go out and stays at home all day and night because her older brother pushes some agenda on her? Do you really believe I’m so naïve? What has gotten into you? Since when have you been behaving this way?” You tilt your head, clenching your jaw, “Also, why the fuck do you talk about your best friend like this?”

This is another part that you don’t get. Why is he speaking so badly about the guy he calls his longest friend?

“Jisung… Jisung is a great person, no doubt. But not for a girl like you,” your brother explains, shaking his head.

“Woman, I’m a woman,” you insist.

Something sparks in his eyes then, at least you believe so. You truly don’t get it. Sure, Minho has always been a bit more on the protective side but he’s never behaved like this in all these years. Where is this coming from?

“Yes, sorry… what I’m trying to say is… he’s not a good influence for you. He’s a stoner and makes most of his money dealing drugs, he’s irresponsible, chaotic,” he adds.

“He’s the man that I love,” you confess.

“Love?”

Oh. Minho thought this wasn’t anything serious.

“Yes, Minho. You’re not the only one in this family who’s allowed to be happy. Look,” you say, reaching for your pocket, “he loves me so much, he even got me a star from the sky.”

Minho grabs the comet, reading the little sign attached to it. “He steals museum’s property?!”

“It’s from the souvenir store,” you say, rolling your eyes.

“It’s not, Y/N. I used to work there part time and remember this certain comet being part of the exhibition,” your brother explains.

“Oh, well, I don’t fucking care,” you spit, ripping the comet out of his hand before you place it back into your pocket.

“But I do and I’m sorry but I can’t tolerate this, I can’t let this happen.”

Why is he… like this? The world doesn’t make any sense anymore. You hate that Minho always has to be so fucking stubborn. Just because of a dumb agreement they must made almost ten years ago. This whole thing is literally not about him.

You scoff, “It doesn’t matter what you think or want, Minho, because, surprise, you’re not even my real brother.”

“What?”

Despite the fact that you’re not from the same parents, you’ve always called Minho your brother. Even when others referred to you as step siblings, you made sure to tell them that blood isn’t what makes you family.

Tears are pricking on his lower lash line but you don’t have any empathy right now. Not after he caused such a fucking scene and has been belittling you with no end. It cuts deep, yes, but Minho’s anger has transferred to you, successfully.

“You heard me. We’re not related. You. Are. Not. My. Real. Brother.”

He knows he shouldn’t leave you here on your own. But the fact that you storm away, running upstairs to the nearest bathroom, doesn’t give him a choice. Minho knows you well enough to figure out that you’re furious because he’s been an absolute dickhead to you. Perhaps, if he sends someone else, it’ll be easier to comfort you.

Luckily, the bathroom you find is empty and you immediately enter it. Fuck. You look like a mess. You totally forgot that you stormed out of Seojun’s bedroom only a few minutes ago, right after Jisung railed you into oblivion.

You adjust your hair a little and wash your face, until you hear a knock at the door. For fuck’s sake, can’t you have a minute to yourself?

“Hey, are you okay in there?” You hear a familiar female voice. “Can I come in, Y/N?”

It’s your brother’s girlfriend. You haven’t talked much to her yet but she’s made a good impression—apart from dating Minho—so you allow her entrance.

“Sure… door is unlocked,” you tell her.

She enters a second later, seeing your fragile figure standing in front of the huge bathroom mirror, while you’re staring at your own reflection.

“Hey, I’m sorry he’s behaving like this,” your brother’s girlfriend says.

You shrug your shoulders and scoff, looking at her through the mirror, “What a great catch you made, huh?”

She can’t help but giggle, knowing you’re right. Minho’s partner doesn’t understand why he’s behaving this way—there must be some hidden feelings that got triggered with whatever happened tonight. Perhaps, it’s connected to Hyunjin. Maybe, Minho is just being a stubborn idiot. Possibly, he’s afraid to lose both Jisung and you. Who knows.

“I don’t get it either, to be honest. He’s never acted this way. He’s absolutely overreacting,” she says.

“More than that,” you say.

You suddenly hear her rummaging through her purse, before she hands you and object. “Here, I have makeup wipes with me. You can use them.”

You grab them, “Thank you. You’re really too good for my brother.”

“I’m sure he’ll come to his senses again. Men are just too dumb to handle their feelings sometimes,” she reminds you.

“Oh, yes.” You wipe the mess on your face away—the eyeliner is still sitting perfectly but some of your mascara has made it under your eyes. Probably not only from the fight but also because of what you did with Jisung in Soejun’s room. “Fuck,” you suddenly say, when you get reminded of something.

“What is it?”

“This is embarrassing… but I have a different issue. So, when Seojun—my ex that went on stage—right before that, he… uhm… found us in his room… doing… you know,” you awkwardly stammer.

“Oh, God,” your brother’s girlfriend says.

“Yeah… well, uhm, my underwear is ruined. But I know that Hannah always carries emergency clothes with her but I’m not sure where she is right now,” you continue, turning around before you walk towards the door.

“I can find her… or, wait, I have a fresh pair with me, too.”

Minho’s girlfriends opens her purse again and hands you a piece of fabric. She’s truly an angel, isn’t she?

“Thank you so much,” you say.

“Not for that. You’re really kind. And super pretty by the way, I love your style,” she compliments you.

You gasp, “I love yours too! The little fruit details are adorable.”

“I have something for you,” she says again, reaching into her purse.

You’re confused. What’s she about to do?

“Here you are. I accidentally bought two pairs. You can have them,” she replies, handing you a pair of earrings.

This is so random but you love them. The little pendants are shimmering in the dim bathroom light and you swear the red colour is the exact same shade as the lingerie you’ve worn in all those pics you sent to your boyfriend when you were still only chatting on Discord.

“Thank you so much. I love cherries,” you tell her. You put the earrings in, admiring their beauty in the mirror.

“They suit you very well,” Minho’s girlfriend says.

You get interrupted when another knock can be heard from the other side of the door.

“Y/N? Are you in there?”

Oh, it’s your boyfriend that cowardly just disappeared when Minho’s anger filled the whole room downstairs. You don’t blame him, although you would have wished he defended you more.

“Come in, Ji,” you say.

He enters the bathroom, giving you and the other girl a small smile. “Hey, I’m sorry for disappearing. Did Minho leave?”

You’re sad about the fact that your boyfriend just left you standing there, having to deal with Minho on your own. Perhaps, you wouldn’t have said what you said to him if Jisung was with you.

“I’m not sure. I… I said something very mean to him,” you confess.

Jisung chuckles, “Can’t be meaner than how he’s been treating our relationship.”

“I told him that he’s not even my real brother…” you sigh.

“Ouch,” your boyfriend lets out.

“He deserved that, not gonna lie,” you hear your brother’s girlfriend speak.

“I thought he’s your boyfriend? You sound more like a hater,” Jisung approaches his friend, raising one of his eyebrows. While they keep talking, you change into the fresh underwear.

“I love Minho, don’t get me wrong. But the way he’s been behaving tonight shouldn’t be tolerated. And I’ll let him know about that,” she promises.

Oh, damn. You really like her. You should have become friends with her so much sooner. And you realise that you would have if you went on that camping trip back then.

Suddenly, your boyfriend is standing right next to you, his puppy eyes looking at you. “I’m sorry for running away, baby.”

You can’t be mad at him. Not when he stares at you like this. And apart from that, you totally get it. “It’s okay… I was afraid he would seriously hurt you, Jisung.”

“I… anxiety took over me. Like it did that day for you in the hotel,” he explains.

You get it. You completely understand it. That’s why you won’t be angry with him for chickening out.

“I completely understand,” you say. Your hand wanders towards his face, softly stroking his squishy cheek.

“I just want you to know that I’ll keep fighting for you. Forever. Because I love you, Y/N,” he confesses. Jisung throws his arms around your waist, pulling you closer.

“I love you too,” you say with a smile on your face, before you place your lips on his, sealing them with the softest kiss that earth has ever witnessed.

Jisung and you are long gone, when your brother’s girlfriend gets back to the main room downstairs to look for Minho. She can’t let him believe that he’s in the right, especially now that she’s talked to you and seen you and her friend be all lovey-dovey.

She knows that Minho’s main issue is the fact that he believes that your relationship isn’t anything serious. Her boyfriend thinks that Jisung is just playing with you—wherever the hell he’s got that idea from. Well, perhaps because Jisung has never been in a relationship before but he shouldn’t be blamed for his inexperience that’s only caused by the fact that he’s been waiting for the right person this whole time. You.

“Princess, hey. Where did you go? Everything alright?” Minho asks, when he sees her.

She nods, “Yeah, I’m fine. I talked to your sister and your best friend for a bit.”

Your brother’s eyes widen as he gulps, “O-Oh. And…?”

“I’m sorry about what she said to you.” His heart still hurts thinking about it although Minho knows you didn’t mean it. You’re just angry because of how stubborn he’s been acting. “But you have to understand her.”

He scoffs. Cool. Now his own girlfriend is against him as well. “Understand her? She’s been meeting my best friend behind my back for who knows how long while both of them have been lying to my face about it.”

Perhaps that’s the main issue here. Dishonesty. Something Minho can’t tolerate under any circumstance. It feels like pure disloyalty, when his best friend and his sister can’t tell him the truth. He’s just a scorpio after all.

“That makes sense,” she says. That changes perspectives a little. At least it helps her grasp why he’s been behaving this way.

“What?”

“Are you mad at them for being together or mad at them for lying?” she asks further.

“The latter. I think it’s the latter. I mean I’m super confused and I’ve had too many drinks. But… but… if they’re already lying now in the beginning how am I supposed to know they won’t turn their back against me?” he questions, and his girlfriend can see a few tears pricking on his lower lash line. She steps closer, softly grazing over his cheeks to swipe the droplets away that are running down his face.

“Do you think there’s a reason they haven’t been honest?”

“Yeah, obviously. Jisung and I have had this agreement that Y/N is off the table,” Minho admits.

“This just sounds like a huge vicious cycle, Min,” she says, giving him a soft smile. Oh, he’s deep in some shit he’s created on his own.

“It is. What am I supposed to do? Watch her get her heart broken by my best friend?” he asks.

His girlfriend sighs. “That’s why she doesn’t trust you. You just assume shit about them without having a proper talk. Do you remember how you told me in the beginning of our relationship that communication is the key? This counts for you and your sister and your best friend as well. Because of your stupid stubborn attitude, she hasn’t even told you about her ex,” his girlfriend explains, accidentally blurting out another secret.

“Ex?”

Minho has thought that you haven’t had any experience in the romance department until Jisung appeared. It turns out, he’s been wrong about this as well.

“Y/N dated that Seojun guy,” she explains.

Minho makes a face that shows his sincere disgust. “Yikes…”

She chuckles. “Yeah. And if you ask me, being one of Jisung’s closest friends, they are a perfect match. Everyone sees and says this. Get over yourself. I promise that them finally being together will be an upgrade in any way,” she keeps on rambling.

“I… I don’t even know why I’m so stubborn, princess. It’s… both of them mean so much to me and I’m just super afraid that… if they end things… that I will lose them both,” he finally confesses the obvious.

She’s proud of him for finally being honest with himself. Now he only needs to be honest to you and Jisung.

“This won’t happen, I promise, baby. But you need to communicate your fears with them. That’s the only way it’ll work. These two deserve to be as happy as we are. If you really love them, you’ll allow them to be happy,” she says.

Minho knows she’s right. That’s why he loves her so much.

“Maybe I should get some sleep. Talk to them in the morning. Apologise for everything and find a solution,” he adds.

“You should. You owe them a big apology, Min.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m a fucking idiot,” he says, chuckling.

“It’s okay. At least you’re willing to learn from your mistakes, hm?”

He gives a soft smile to his girlfriend. “Thank you for being honest with me.”

You wake up next to Jisung the next day, cuddled together under the warmth of is blanket. Everything could truly be straight out of a fairytale book, if there wasn’t a certain issue in the back of your head. Right. The stupid fight with your brother.

You’ve decided to ignore him until he comes to his senses but on the other hand you feel extremely bad for what you told him.

You’re not my real brother.

This must have stung a lot. In that moment you wanted it to hurt, as evil as it sounds. But you can’t keep living with him treating you like a child for literally no reason.

You let Jisung sleep a little longer, while you get ready for the day and prepare some breakfast. Once the scent of fresh pancakes is filling the studio apartment, your boyfriend wakes up on his own. You watch him throw a shirt over his head, covering his torso now before he takes the seat right next to you. Those slow mornings are all you need. It’s so peaceful, finally.

Until you hear a knock on the front door.

Jisung raises one of his eyebrows but gets up anyway, before he lets the intruder in.

“What are you doing here, Minho?” he asks.

“I’m… I’ve been unfair to the two of you. I… I brought food. Maybe you guys have some time to talk?”

You catch a glimpse of Jisung who nods. “Fine.”

Your brother sinks down on the empty chair and places the iced coffees and cupcakes he’s brought on the table.

“New jewellery?” he asks, taking a look at the cherries dangling from your ears.

“Gift from your girlfriend. Why are you here?”

“I’m sorry for being so awfully unfair to the both of you. I was really cruel and didn’t even allow the both of you to present to me your side of the story first,” he starts.

You scoff, your arms crossed in front of your chest. “What’s your side, even? Why are you so against it? We genuinely don’t understand.”

Your boyfriend doesn’t say much. Partly, he’s focused on the great food in front of him but secondly, he’s also trying to let you speak first.

“Jisung and I originally had this agreement. He… I’m sorry for confessing this for you, bro,” he looks at the other man for a second, “but my best friend has had a crush on you since he was like 13 years old. Perhaps, even before that.”

“Yeah, dude, way before that. This was just the time I finally managed to be honest about it,” he admits nonchalantly. Gosh, he’s so adorable. And the fact that he’s truly been in love with you all this time makes you fall even harder for him—if that’s possible at this point. You’ve never loved another human being this much.

Your brother continues, “I think I don’t have to explain that this would have been a disaster regarding the fact you were teens at that time. With how short-tempered the two of you are and used to be by a way more extreme level back then, you would have probably gotten into a fight and I would have been in the middle, forced to decide between my best friend and my sister.”

You get his point. But Minho is talking about a time that’s passed years ago. Jisung and you are in college now. You’re not teenagers anymore that make dumb decisions.

“You’re probably right, Min. But we’re adults now. So, what’s the issue this time?”

Basing his stubbornness on something that’s in the past would be absolutely unfair, wouldn’t it?

“I talked to my girlfriend last night. We evaluated everything. The main reason why I’ve been so against it is because—like you mentioned—I’m stubborn. For a very particular reason. You both lied to me. Right in my face,” Minho explains, as his jaw clenches.

Oh. You did, in fact, lie to him. When your brother asked you if there was something going on between Jisung and you.

Shit. You get it now. Holy fuck, he must feel awful. Not just you, his little sister, but also Jisung, his best friend, lied straight to his face when he approached you.

“Can you please be honest this time?” Minho sighs, leaning towards you. “Y/N, at Hyunjin’s party—did something happen between you and my best friend?”

It’s inevitable now. If you want to gain his trust again and make this work, you have to tell the truth. Even if it means admitting your faults.

“Yes. We made out in the closet,” you confess.

“So you lied to me?” your brother asks another time, sounding more like a father.

“I… I did, yeah. I’m sorry,” you apologise.

Minho nods and leans towards his best friend now. “Han, when I talked to you the following day after that party, you told me nothing is going on between you two.”

“I lied to you too. I was scared of the consequences. I’m sorry,” he says.

“Thank you for being honest this time, I’m sorry for turning this into such a huge drama,” your brother adds.

“It’s okay, I’m used to it. I’m friends with Hyunjin after all,” you grin.

The atmosphere shifts. It gets a little less tense. And when Minho softly strokes your arm for a second, you know that everything is alright again.

Your brother chuckles, “So, I know you guys are probably still testing out things and looking where this is going. But if I’m honest, I’d be very happy for you both if this between you two turns into something more serious.”

Wait—what?

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“Yeah, I know. You’re probably just seeing each other for reasons that I don’t want to visualise in my head because—yikes. But if the two of you are together, I’d appreciate it to be something that has potential to stay this way forever,” Minho explains further.

Jisung looks at him dumbfounded. Dear God, he’s got this all wrong. Did he really believe his best friend was just playing with you all this time?

“Minho… bro. That’s literally what it is. Y/N is my girlfriend,” he emphasises. It still sounds so lovely when this word spills from his pretty lips.

“Girlfriend?”

“Minho, I love her. Not in a sexual ‘I-jerk-off-to-her’ way but in a ‘I-write-about-her-in-my-diary’ way. This has always been serious.”

Minho tries his best to push those images out of his head. While he imitates a gesture similar to gagging. But he’s relieved. So relieved.

“He’s the guy I’ve been chatting on Discord with. We didn’t know. Perhaps it was the universe trying to tell us something,” you tell him with a soft smile, while your hand reaches for Jisung’s, squeezing it a little. There are stars in your eyes—resembling the comet that your boyfriend stole for you from the museum—whenever you look at him.

“You guys are so cheesy,” Minho interrupts you, nudging Jisung’s shoulder.

“That’s true love, bro,” he counters.

“So, you’re telling me, this whole time it’s been serious from the beginning? And how dumb can you be to not catch up on the fact you’ve been chatting with each other—wait, how has no one in this stupid friend group caught up on it?! We’re such losers,” your brother sums everything up perfectly.

“Total losers. But losers that all deserve a happy ending,” you say.

“I’m sorry for the pain I caused. You had every right to offend me the way you did last night, Y/N. But I still hope you didn’t mean it,” your brother suddenly admits, making the conversation a bit serious again.

You’re sorry. So deeply sorry you hurt him this way. You’ve never wanted it to go this far.

“I'm sorry about my words and for hurting you. I didn’t mean it,” you reassure him. “You’re my brother, Minho. My real one. I don’t care if we share the same blood or not. I’ve realised now that all you’ve done was always to protect both me and Jisung. Even though you overreacted and should learn how to communicate.”

“I should. And now we can go back to me making fun of the two of you and I can finally say that I’ve told you so,” he teases.

“I hate you.”

“I love you too. The both of you,” Minho says.

For fuck’s sake. This is the third time you’re trying to fix your hair but nothing seems to work. Having a bad hair day right before your first official date with your boyfriend is end-level horrendous.

“So, Y/N, you’ve been quiet for too long. Tell us everything,” Yuna finally snaps. Your three friends are all with you, watching you get ready in your room while Hannah tries to help you with your hair. Without any success.

“Guys, I’m in a rush,” you say. A bobby pin is pressed between your lips before you guide it towards your head.

"And why’s that?” Lily asks, wiggling her eyebrows. They all want to torture you as it seems.

“Our girlie is meeting Jisung for a date,” Hannah sings, her words sounding like a little melody.

“A date with your boyfriend?” Yuna asks, pretending to be shocked.

“Is he really your boyfriend, Y/N?” Hannah teases you.

Cool. They’ve all gathered up here to make it their number one mission to annoy you.

“Yes, he is,” you sigh, rolling your eyes. “Are you satisfied now?”

“What’s with the dude from Discord?” Lily asks.

You’re not sure if Lily is playing with you but when you slightly turn around she seems clueless. Has she not figured it out yet? Well, at least this makes you feel a little less dumb about the fact it took you so long to connect the dots.

You glance at your friend. “He is the dude from Discord.”

“Did you lie to us this whole time?” she asks further.

“No, I swear. I wasn’t aware. We texted on the platform without knowing it was us,” you explain before turning around again and bringing your attention to your stupid hair that isn’t doing what you want.

Yuna scoots a bit closer, “By the way, how did you find out? When you met him?”

“No. I counted two and two together. But I think he noticed first. I should have been a bit more careful with taking nudes while wearing the same necklace I always wear,” you reply.

“This is like straight out of a romance book,” Hannah squeaks.

“What happened to you hating each other?”

Your best friend scoffs, turning towards the other one, “Seriously, Lily? They’ve never hated each other. It was so obvious for everyone. Except for Jisung and Y/N themselves. And Lily, apparently.”

“He’s treating you right, isn’t he?” Yuna interrupts the conversation. Although it rather feels like an interrogation at this point.

“He’s the best I’ve ever had,” you say with a smile, looking at your reflection in the mirror.

“Well, statistically speaking this isn’t quite convincing,” Yuna adds, shrugging her shoulders.

“No issues with Minho?” Hannah adds.

You shake your head, “We solved everything.”

“Seojun?”

“Who the fuck cares about Seojun?” Lily asks.

“For real. He made a total fool out of himself. Someone filmed the whole scene and it went viral online,” Yuna informs you, almost bursting out into laughter.

You smirk. “Karma, I guess.”

Hannah and you finally manage to finish the hairstyle and when you get up, you spray a bit of perfume on your skin, before doing a little swirl in front of the mirror,

“How do I look?”

“Like a real life princess, Y/N,” Hannah says, admiring you.

“Seriously, you look like Princess Camille from the new fairytale book,” Lily adds, staring at your black dress that has slight green accents on it. It’s rare that you wear so much colour.

“The what now?” you ask, turning around.

“A book I read, I told you—ugh, forget it, never mind. Hyunjin recommended it,” she says.

“Random.”

Yuna takes a few steps towards you, “You’re astonishing, Y/N.”

“So beautiful. If you don’t come home with a ring on your finger, I’m gonna scold Jisung,” Hannah jokes.

“Chill, it’s our real first date as an official couple and no secret couple anymore,” you tell her.

“What are you doing?”

“It’s gonna be a surprise,” you say, smiling.

You’re really looking forward to it although you have no idea what to expect. Usually, you’re anything but a spontaneous person. But the trust you have in Jisung makes this more than exciting.

“When’s he gonna be here?” Yuna asks

Knock knock.

“Now,” you announce, your eyes widening.

Quickly, all four of you hurry to the front door of your apartment. You open it, finding a brightly smiling Jisung behind it with a bouquet of flowers in his hands. He gives them to you and you thank him, feeling the presence of your friends right behind you. You’re sure, they’re basically freaking out, witnessing such a romantic scene.

“Hey, doll,” he greets you, placing a soft kiss on your cheek.

“Gosh, he calls her doll,” Lily squeaks.

“We… have a fan club,” you inform him.

“I see. Are you guys okay with me taking Y/N away from you tonight? I’ll bring her back all safe,” your boyfriends asks the group.

“Have fun, babies,” Hannah says, basically close to tears.

“Take care, have lots of fun!” Yuna adds.

Lily carries the brightest smile on her face, “Take some cute couple pics, you two.”

You say goodbye to your friends, before Jisung and you walk down the stairs of your apartment building.

He chuckles, “Have they always been like this?”

“Yeah. I think they’re just happy for me, for us.”

He intertwines his fingers with your own, as he guides you out the building.

“They’re great friends, Y/N. I’m glad you have them.”

You catch a glimpse of your boyfriend. He looks even prettier today. If that’s possible.

“Me too.” You suddenly press your lips against his, aligning them in a sweet but short kiss. “So, where are you taking us?”

“You’ll see. Luckily, the weather is perfect for what I have planned. I actually wanted to do this with you that day we met at the hotel. But we had other important things to do,” he tells you, still being all secretive about his plans with you but you’re okay with it.

“Yeah,” you giggle.

You can’t believe what your eyes are witnessing. This is the most scenic place you’ve ever been to. It truly feels like straight out of your dreams.

“Jisung, this is so fucking beautiful in here. How did you even come up with the idea?”

Your boyfriend chuckles, his hand locked with yours. “Well, your Discord name inspired me. And the fact that they’re your favourite animals, baby.”

You look around, having trouble taking in all of the pretty butterflies that are roaming around in the air. You’ve never seen such beauty before. So many different types of them.

“They are. Oh my god. There are so many. All of them are so astonishing. I never wanna leave,” you say, turning around, looking at all directions like a little child. Jisung actually brought you to a butterfly garden. This is amazing.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it so much, there’s nothing better in this world than seeing you smile like this. Especially if I’m kind of the reason for it,” your boyfriend tells you while he’s busy admiring you instead of the butterflies.

You turn around, throwing your arms around his neck. “I love you, Jisung.”

He smiles, “I love you too.”

“This is seriously the best date I’ve ever been on. Not that I’ve been on many, but it’ll be hard for your future-self to outdo this one,” you announce.

Jisung grins, “I’m sure I’ll find a hundred more things just as great as this one.”

You probably spend another hour here. The place is big and you’re excited about everything you’re seeing—not only the butterflies but also all the plants and flowers around. Jisung keeps taking pictures of you alone and together with him, knowing you will post them later on Instagram.

You’re glad that everything worked out in the end. Not only with Jisung, but also regarding your brother and your friends being supportive. If you told Y/N from a few months ago that she would be dating her longtime enemy and academic rival, you definitely wouldn’t believe her. But in retrospect, more because you’ve always wanted it to be this way. The feelings have been here for too long in order to deny them.

Taking a few steps, you get back to where your boyfriend is standing, busy taking cute photos of you. “What’s next on the to-do list?”

He smirks. Oh, you know what that means. “First, Dinner. And then you. Underneath me. My head between your legs and my tongue tasting your pretty cunt.”

You gasp. “Ji, we’re in public.”

“Has this ever stopped you before?” he whispers right into your ears.

Well, you’re defeated. “Fair point. But we can’t—not here.”

“Yeah, of course not. So, are you ready to leave?”

“I know I’ve said this a hundred times and I’ll say it another thousand times but you look so fucking beautiful tonight, baby.”

You’ve been making out with your partner for what feels like eternity now. Jisung has gotten rid of his own shirt and your dress, catching another glimpse of your beautiful body.

“Don’t make me flustered,” you chuckle, before your lips are attached to his neck, drawing a pretty pattern on his soft skin. He squirms and a moan slips out of his mouth. He’s so easy, it’s entertaining.

“Oh, I absolutely will. You deserve to hear it, you deserve the whole world.”

Your brain can’t wrap around how this version of him can be real. How Han Jisung can be real, for your sanity’s sake. He’s like straight out of a romance book. You’ve never thought men like him still exist, as pessimistic as it sounds.

But the way your boyfriend has been making you feel, goes beyond every border of your imagination.

You continue kissing his neck, as you travel down to his collarbones with your lips. He makes the sweetest little sounds for you, letting you have your way with him.

Until an idea strikes his mind. “Wait, tonight I wanna make love to you, doll.”

You chuckle, “Ji, I’ve never known you’ve been such a romantic all along.”

“Everything for my love,” he replies with a wink.

He suddenly guides you to his bed, as he watches you lie down on your back. Crawling towards you, he’s the one to place the sweetest little kisses on your exposed cleavage, after he helped you out of your bra, too.

Your heart melts. You’re absolutely losing your mind under his touch, when he stares at you like this, eyes filled with the utmost level of lust and love combined. You never want this dream-come-true to end.

His hand wanders between your thighs, cautiously moving over your covered pussy, just to find the fabric of your underwear all drenched and soaked. This is a new level, even for you. He helps you out of it, not wanting to waste any time. Perhaps, tonight is going a little fast but you know you can just do this over again. And again. And again. Until the end of your lives.

The ruined material gets thrown on the pile of clothes that’s located somewhere on the floor.

“Fuck—why are you so wet already, doll?” Jisung asks, admiring your body.

“Tsk, because I love you,” you giggle, parting your legs wider for him. One of your hands slips between them, wandering over your mound. You make sure to keep your eyes fixated on Jisung, watching him slowly lose his last piece of sanity, when you spread your pussy lips and find your clit with two of your fingers.

“Enough playing around, doll. You’ve teased me for too long,” he announces, adjusting his posture.

“Then do something about it, Ji. Don’t just watch. Make me come,” you tell him.

He chuckles, “Oh, I sure will. Over and over again until you regret what you just said.”

That’s the announcement he makes, right before diving in. His head is buried between your thighs, when kisses erupt on your lower stomach and wander towards your pussy. Two fingers come into play, as he starts circling them around your clit until his tongue is ready to take the lead.

You’re in heaven or at least that’s what you’ve been imagining it to be like. He can’t be real. This can’t be real. He’s making you feel so good, you’ve lost all the words in every language you speak.

Jisung watches you absolutely lose your mind underneath him, chuckling against your wetness at the thought of it. He expertly keeps making out with your sensitive bud, his tongue pressed flat against it just like he promised back at the butterfly garden. But now you’re the centre of his full attention and he’ll do everything to make you squirm underneath him.

Two of his fingers slip inside your hole with no warning or trouble, already used to the feeling of having him stretch you out like this. Your boyfriend is scissoring you open, preparing you for what he’s got planned with you tonight.

“You deserve to be loved with all my heart. And you deserve to be fucked until you can’t walk anymore,” he casually just drop between licks, making it his destiny to destroy you as it seems.

And it’s enough to bring you closer to your sweet climax. Jisung continues his movements, his tongue devouring you like a five-star-meal, while his digits keep spreading you, fucking into you at an insane speed.

Sooner than you’re able to grasp it, you’re coming all over his fingers and face, drenching his tongue and lips in your juices. You watch Jisung lick his digits and mouth clean, keeping his gaze fixated on you. Fuck, this man is gonna be the death of you.

Your boyfriend starts palming his bulge through his sweatpants, before you take the lead and cup his growing erection. Your lower lip gets caught between your teeth, as you look up at him, continuing the movements. He lets out a grunt, placing his hand on top of yours to squeeze himself harder.

“I want to give you everything too, Jisung. All my love and the best orgasms you’ll ever have,” you promise with a wink.

He chuckles, “Y/N, I’ve never known you’re such a romantic.”

“Everything for my love,” you reply, before you slowly pull down his pants and boxers in one go. You admire the scene of his hard cock springing free for you, the tip leaking pre-come.

Taking your time, you wrap your fingers around the shaft, opting for the slowest movements earth has ever witnessed, when you start stroking him.

“Come on, baby, hurry up,” he encourages you.

“But I love teasing you a little too much,” you grin.

He rolls his eyes, still letting you do what you’re doing, when he says. “You’re such a brat. Where’s this coming from, hm?”

You click your tongue, “You’re going to keep complaining about my attitude or finally fuck it out of me?”

That’s it, he’s had enough. Jisung reaches for your hand and guides it away from his dick. His fingers wander under your chin, tilting your head up so you’re looking at him.

“Turn around,” he says, his voice dropping low.

“Oh, there he is,” you smirk.

“I said, turn around.”

You follow suit, knowing it’s best to not provoke him further although you’d love to see the outturn of it. Almost falling on your stomach, you get on all fours and spread your legs for your boyfriend.

Jisung positions himself right behind you, spanking your ass one or two times, just to force a pathetic little moan out of your throat.

“You’ve been such a softie and romantic back at the butterfly garden. But I always enjoy this version of you too, Sungie,” you confess.

He chuckles, guiding the tip of his cock over your entrance, circling around your hole to get back at you for teasing him.

“Hm, you can be sure I’ll always treat you like a princess in public.” Jisung pushes his cock into you, as your wet walls immediately suck him in. “And fuck you like a whore when it’s just the two of us.”

“Oh—fuck,” you scream.

“There she is,” he coos. “You satisfied now?”

“Not entirely, just fucking move, Ji,” you tell him.

Slap.

The palm of his hand collides with your ass cheek.

“You’re such a brat,” he grunts, when he finally starts thrusting into you. And God, the feeling immediately takes over you. He just knows how to use his dick. You wish, the two of you would have done this so much sooner.

“But you loooove me anyway,” he giggles.

His hands have a firm grip on your hips, fingertips digging into the flesh, as he rails into you from behind. The sound of skin slapping against skin is filling the room.

He’s so good to you, you can’t believe it. Still, you kind of want to tease him a little or perhaps give back what he’s granting you. Jisung and you love to switch positions while fucking, so he won’t be surprised about your proposition.

“Let me do this, Ji,” you say.

He immediately follows suit like a puppy. This man is so predictable.

Your boyfriend slips out of you and watches you turn around, before you tell him to get into a more comfortable position. Jisung sits down, his back against the headboard, before you crawl into his lap.

Now straddling his thighs, you reach for his length, pumping it a few times. He slips back into you without any trouble, when you sink down on him.

“Go on, baby.” Jisung loves having you in this position. This way, he can watch your pretty tits bounce up and down while you’re falling apart on top of him. “Oh—fuck.”

“There he is. You satisfied now?” you tease him.

Jisung places his hands on your boobs, massaging them, while he’s trying to not blow his load into you. He’s close. Dangerously close.

“Absolutely, just use me, doll. Use my cock and make yourself come on it.”

You lean toward, placing a sweet kiss on his lips. “I love how desperate and pathetic you get, baby.”

“Only for you. Yes, fuck, just like that, darling,” he moans, starting to pound into you from below.

You’re both a complete mess—screaming, grunting and moaning so loud, the walls in his studio apartment must be shaking at this point. But you don’t care. You just want to be close to him and reach your relief once more.

“Let me do this again,” your boyfriend announces, as he hovers you up. He places you on your back, before he thrusts into you. “You’re gonna look into my eyes when you come around my cock. You get this?”

Oh, you went to heaven. You absolutely did.

“Yes, Ji,” is all that makes it past your lips.

“Good girl.”

He really wants you dead, huh?

“You’re so fucking good at this, life is still so fucking unfair,” you moan.

Jisung chuckles, when he gets the reference to your first time together back in the hotel. Nothing has changed much within these weeks except for the growing trust and love between the two of you.

“Come on, doll. I know you’re close. Come for me.”

And that’s what you do. As if he’s flipped a switch on you, you feel your walls tightening around him, as your legs start shaking. The sensation washes over you, gaining control over your full body, when you reach your climax for the second time this night.

It doesn’t take Jisung that much longer, you can tell from how sloppy his movements are becoming, that he must be close too. So, you’re being the great girlfriend that you are, when you encourage him with your words, “Come inside me, Ji. I want all of you.”

That’s all it takes for him to fall apart, as he trips over the edge. Hot spurts of his release are shooting right into your cunt, as he keeps filling you up to the brim.

“You’re gonna take all of it then, doll. All of me,” he struggles to let out, while his orgasm takes over him.

Once Jisung has come somewhat back to his senses, he guardedly slips his softening dick out of your hole, watching the droplets of your mixture of fluids run out of you. Before they have a chance to hit the mattress, his fingers go right there, scooping some of them up and pushing them right back into your aching cunt.

You’re overstimulated, but that’s what he’s promised after you’ve been teasing him the whole night. His thumb finds your clit again, drawing soothing circles on it.

“One more, baby, yeah? You can do this,” he whispers.

It doesn’t take you long, a minute later you’re clenching around his fingers again, coming for a third time this night. The liquids spill out of you, making a mess on the bed.

Jisung is fast to rush to his bathroom, coming back with a warm towel and a glass of water. You allow him to take care of you this night and all the nights that will follow.

— One year later —

“I can’t believe Hyunjin is making us meet him on our anniversary,” Jisung grunts, adjusting his button up shirt while staring at himself in the mirror.

You approach him, helping him get ready. After everything looks great, you throw your arms around his neck and say, “Baby, it’s fine. It’s just for lunch. We can spend the rest of the day together after this.”

He smiles, “Hm, and all the days after since that idiot leaves us for Paris again.”

“Aww, are you gonna miss him?” you tease your boyfriend.

“Perhaps, but I would never admit that,” he whispers, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

You giggle, “I'm sure he’ll miss you too. All of us.”

“I’m happy he gets the chance. A job offer from Miroh Productions is insane!”

“It definitely is! Especially that he’s gonna play Prince Claude,” you add.

You’re truly happy for your friend Hyunjin. After all, he’s been through a rough heartbreak last year—which was entirely his own fault but still—when the girl of his dreams decided to date your brother instead. God, that girl has a bad taste in men but she’s become an important part of your female friend group during the past years. Of course, her best friend Areum has to be at her side at all times too—Minho’s ex—but you’ve grown out of your initial disliking. She seems to be truly kind.

So, seeing one of your other close friends finally fulfill his dreams of moving to Paris after graduating and working his ass off in a full time office job for a year makes you happy. You can’t believe he actually got a role in playing Prince Claude in the movie adaptation of one of your favourite books (thanks to Lily’s recommendation).

Which means celebrating with him one last time even if it’s just a quick lunch is very much needed. You’ll miss him.

“Maybe he’ll find his Princess Camille along the way. God, I love those books,” you say. Maybe he’ll catch feelings for the actress who will portray the princess of the story. You’ll see.

“I sure hope so. That dude is ready to settle. But finding someone that can live up to his expectations and wild history regarding women… seems pretty complicated,” Jisung chuckles.

You shrug your shoulders. “He’s gonna figure it out. Just like we did.”

“Exactly. Just like we did, doll,” your boyfriend says.

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