PLS COMEBACK SOON IVE MISSED U THE TAG UNDER MINGYU SMUT HAS BEEN LACKING OF SUBBY GYU AGENDA LATELY -đŠ
I have been very inactive on Tumblr even when it comes to reading...but I've noticed this as well...SUB MINGYU FOR THE WIN WTF.
THAT PUPPY IS NOT A DADDY DOM TO ME SORRY
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What the actual fuck????!!! Any one who steals work should be ASHAMED OF THEMSELVES!!!!
I feel like people don't understand how much time and effort writers put into creating the work they put out. Between dealing with trying to get inspired, writers block, life, whenever a writer manages to post something...that's an accomplishment.
SO
For people to just steal someone's work...shame on you fr.
And to any readers who spot plagiarism, please inform the original author!!!
i got into tumblr today to write some things, bc i want to comeback here after this long without writing⊠so, imagine my surprise when i stumbled across this post and started reading it, just to realize it was EXACLTY like the one i wrote some time ago⊠like, they just copy-pasted everything!
hereâs theirs:
(note in the last screenshot that it says this was posted TODAY!)
now, hereâs mine that i wrote almost three years ago:
i find it really hypocritical how they put âdo not copyâ written underneath the post when they literally just stole my work??? like, please, just be honest and do not steal from others!!! even if iâm not posting right now, i still read on here and see whatâs being posted. so DO NOT STEAL MY WORK!!! please, take this down!
@seoniwoo, please delete your post. even if youâre a minor, that doesnât mean you can just go stealing someoneâs work, im kindly asking you to take this down, please
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This was so amazing đ I absolutely love how you wrote Seokmin and how his thoughts progressed throughout the story!!!! Ugh I felt so bad for him but I'm so glad he found reader fr đ might be one of my favorite fic couples
HELLFIRE
18+ / mdi
summary: whenever he was at a crossroads, seokmin always knew he could turn to god. however, with the recent thoughts you've been putting in his head, he's not sure god will show him the answer this time around.
content: virgin!seokmin, catholic!seokmin, religious repression, old fashioned and exaggerated catholic beliefs, very brief mention of homophobia, very conservative beliefs, a lowkey cult-ish view of catolicism oops, seokmin is veryyy socially awkward and not used to socialization outside of religion, his parents are super overbearing, lots of family tensions, seokmin has an estranged brother (jeonghan), conflicting emotions about god, sexual repression, reader is an atheist, afab reader, smut, dry humping, oral (m and f receiving), handjob, penetrative sex, loss of virginity, etc.
wc: 13k
a/n: she's here!! i didnt write an outline for this and i kinda only focused on seokmin's pov for this which makes reader kinda look like she's trying to corrupt him for no reason lol but i promise its still fluffy and cute <3
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Normalcy for Seokmin had always equated to the church. It was what he'd known since childhood and what he grew up surrounded by up until his current age.
His upbringing had been good by all accounts. Although he had an estranged brother who he didn't get to see too often, he had a father and a mother who cherished him like no one else. His financial means were also to be envied, as he was raised in a wealthy part of town and had always been surrounded by an upper class community â a heavily religious community.
This community was one that Seokmin always respected and cherished. Being brought up going from one private catholic school onto the next as he aged, Seokmin never knew anything other than the constant supervision of nuns and religious figures who would constantly guide him in the right direction (at least according to the bible). While others may think this lifestyle to be restricting, Seokmin knew it to be the proper path for a young man to follow. He never complained about the bi-weekly mass he had to attend with his parents, nor about the separation by gender that was mandated by his school. Seokmin knew all his prayers by heart and was sure of what his role in society must be. In short, Seokmin knew and did all things proper and by the letter.
As a young man (at the ripe age of 20), Seokmin finally found himself in a society that was not of catholic background. After transferring from a two year college in town (one centered around catholic studies, of course), Seokmin was now readying himself to move away from home in order to finalize his education in a fully co-ed institution for the following two years.
It wasn't like Seokmin had never interacted with people outside of the church (or with women in general). He was simply a bit on the shier side when it came to non-religious endeavors and usually only stuck by his religious community, which often abided by old-fashioned rules found in the bible. For instance, Seokmin had been so dedicated to the church that he would usually spend his free time volunteering at the church's food drive or performing with his church group at various family-friendly events around town. This meant that Seokmin's inner circle always consisted of people who had an almost identical ideology as that of his own.
Seokmin felt bad at admitting this (which was why he never vocalized these thoughts), but he could sometimes get a bit tired of the consistency of his life. It was a constant repetition of events surrounded by the same exact people time and time again. He never had any opportunity to be challenged or observe outside opinions, specially not with the constant supervision his community gave youth like him (something about wanting him to follow the right path unlike his older brother). Seokmin knew and trusted his beliefs, so he felt a bit infantilized whenever his own family would become overbearing while ensuring Seokmin didn't go off the rails like his brother had â his brother, who was still a quite a sore subject for him.
And now, Seokmin felt excitement. Knowing he would finally be able to explore the outside world and experience the last couple of years of his college life not under the watchful eye of his church. However, as a strong believer himself, Seokmin had still ensured he would have time to attend mass every week and maybe join a religious club on campus. Although he sometimes felt scrutinized by his family and community, Seokmin had never once faked his belief in God. I mean, it was all he had known thus far and all he felt he could really count on no matter what.
When the day to move into his dorms finally arrived, Seokmin had a difficult time hiding his excitement. His community had thrown him a goodbye party, allowing him to be the main focus of the night as one by one, every adult figure in his life bid their farewells accompanied by thinly veiled warnings to not fall into the bad habits sometimes found in non-religious communities. Seokmin was pure-minded at heart, so he took these warnings with a warm and heartfelt gratitude, knowing that despite his desire to expand his horizons, it was important he kept his beliefs safe.
Thanks to his parents, Seokmin had the fortune of being able to rent a room away from the dorms. His parents had insisted, claiming that dorm life could get quite rowdy and that a roommate who had not been pre-approved by them may give him a bad influence and lead him towards an unholy path. Seokmin, already slightly nervous about heading into the world on his own, agreed in order to give himself a safe space of solitude in case he needed it.
The apartment was pretty close to the dorms themselves, allowing Seokmin a calm commute in his bike every day for his classes. Thus far, he had been in the city for a week, still having a few days before school actually began. He had attended his church club already, meeting all the other members and scouting out who he may be able to befriend in the near future. Everyone seemed pretty much like the preppy rich kids he had grown up with all throughout his years of catholic school. There was a bit more of variety among the people in the club than back home, with the club allowing for co-ed inclusion of members (something which was quite common in church groups, though Seokmin had grown too accustomed by his non co-ed upbringing). They also seemed to come from different backgrounds, but ultimately Seokmin could tell that just like him, they were very likely brought up in a very coddled and comfortable way. This was how your presence in the club first stood out to him.
While everyone seemed very put together and happy to be there, you caught Seokmin's attention right away. Your visible discomfort was the first thing Seokmin noticed. Though you looked as nice and welcoming as anyone else, Seokmin could see that you seemed like a closed book. Your eyes did not light up the same as the rest of the members, nor did you actively participate in the icebreaker activities set up by the club. Seokmin also caught onto the fact that the other members already knew each other (likely from previous years at the college), while they treated you like a black sheep. And of course, Seokmin couldn't help but notice your appearance, which made it difficult for him to look away from you.
Of course, Seokmin had had female friends in the past. It's not like his church separated the pews by gender or anything like that. Seokmin was just slightly reserved. With his constant attendance at institutions that insisted upon gender separation at all times and very overbearing parents, Seokmin never really had the chance to form any type of relationship with any girl throughout his youth. He had teamed up with other female volunteers while working at charities and had even been in charge of showing new girls in the community around the church's premises. However, these were very isolated instances.
As of the past twenty years, Seokmin was yet to ever really think about women liberally. He was always taught that time for those things would come eventually, whatever that meant. It was something that had been repeated to him by both his parents, neighbors, the reverend, and even at some point by his brother (though his brother had said it in a sarcastic tone, which confused Seokmin even further).
And now here he was, sitting quietly across the room from you as he watched you in silence, barely paying attention to whichever new activity the group leaders were discussing for the first charity event they'd hold during the upcoming semester.
You were pretty. Seokmin could tell that much. His mind did not process anything other than your features for almost the entirety of the meeting, being far too occupied by analyzing every inch of your person as he unknowingly held his breath.
His eyes on you did not seem to catch your attention at any point, but they did catch the attention of a fellow member of the group who was sitting near him.
"You know her?", asked the nameless member.
"Oh, uh, what? No, I was justâ "
"She's not really a member here, you know. Just kind of an honorary one, I guess."
"What do you mean?", he finally took his eyes off you due to his sudden interest in the conversation.
"Her parents pay for her tuition as long as she can prove she's an active member of the local catholic community. Apparently she just pretends for them, but her parents still somehow bought her way into the club", the guy lowered his voice to a whisper, "I heard she's an atheist, man. We just have to kinda ignore she's there."
Though Seokmin knew that his parents' immediate reaction to such gossip would be shock at the blatant disrespect you were showing towards your parents who clearly just wanted you to not stray away from the path of God, Seokmin was more annoyed at the guy who found it so easy to talk about you behind your back completely unprompted.
While Seokmin couldn't understand why someone would claim themselves atheist when it was so clear to him how life had been created, he still saw it wrong to judge someone for their beliefs. It was oftentimes that churchgoers back home would exhibit malicious intentions such as what he'd just witnessed from his fellow group member. You were clearly not bothering anyone and even looked pretty aware of the alienation the members were putting you through, so Seokmin couldn't help but feel sad for you.
He shyly shrugged off the guy who had made him privy to your information and went back to staring at you as you sat back and seemingly waited for the bi-weekly meeting to end.
Despite catching his curiosity that day, Seokmin did not end up having any contact with you, being way too shy to even hold eye contact with you as the meeting ended.
Days passed and Seokmin finally started school. He had to admit, he felt completely out of his league. Thanks to his parents, he was never properly socialized as a child. While most members of the church would have active social lives outside of their ministry (even going to public schools and participating in non-catholic leisure activities), Seokmin had always been confined into a box that only allowed him to interact with other heavily religious people. This was never a problem to Seokmin, who was happy to dedicate his life to the lord. Except now it was proving troublesome.
Since professors had a tendency to get liberal during discussions at times, he felt scandalized by many of the subjects spoken about during class. He also felt awkward interacting with other people his age, who would share very different beliefs from his own. Seokmin had even attempted to dabble into social media at some point now that he was not under his parent's' watchful eye, but even that had him feeling unseemly.
Overall, Seokmin felt embarrassed at how little life experience he had due to having dedicated his entire life thus far to serving both God and his parents. He was beginning to understand why his brother Jeonghan had left home as soon as he turned of age. He had always judged him for it, but his judgment was beginning to fade away.
Now that he no longer had his parents nor community around (much less his brother), the only comfort he could turn to was that of his nightly prayers.
His struggles continued for the following weeks, with Seokmin becoming a bit of an outcast in most social situations. He was quite outgoing in the church, but this was a completely different environment in which he felt ridiculous every time he tried to interact with people who had had far more social advantages and freedom than he did growing up.
Keeping a low profile had been easy to achieve for Seokmin. He decided after a few very awkward interactions that he would simply become an outcast and stick to himself, only ever interacting with his church club the few times a week they'd meet (though unfortunately never having the courage to interact with you). This seemed to work up until the second week of school, in which Seokmin's women's studies teacher informed the class they'd be doing a partner project for the entirety of the semester.
Seokmin had taken the class against his parents' wishes, feeding them with a white lie that it was part of the necessary curriculum in order to graduate. He argued to himself that this was a subject he would never be exposed to in his community, knowing his community to be slightly ... old-fashioned. This part of his life always made him embarrassed, â not really sharing many of the beliefs his community had tried to drill into him â so he wanted to atone for his lack of knowledge now that he was in a completely independent environment.
Teaming up with someone back home was always easy, as he was quite popular both in church and at school. Here, however, he had already given himself the reputation of awkward and overly dedicated to God â he had stated his devotion to God during the individual introductions they'd done on week 1, leading to low chuckles and uncomfortable looks from his classmates â which was something that the general population did not seem to like. He was avoided by his fellow women's studies classmates since then.
Sure, Seokmin did share a few old-fashioned catholic beliefs such as the necessity devotion to God and the importance of one's purity being kept until marriage, but he did not agree with any other bigoted beliefs shared by many catholic communities. He had genuinely taken this class with the hope to learn and expand his horizons, but most people in it had already decided that he must be a close-minded weirdo.
By some struck of luck, as Seokmin sat back, completely defeated while he watched other people stand up and enthusiastically find a partner, he suddenly heard someone clear their throat to call his attention.
It was you.
He hadn't realized you were taking this class too due to the high mass of students (about 100, give or take). And now he found himself looking up at you from his seat as you gave him what seemed to him like a confident grin.
"Hi, Seokmin," you sat next to him without so much as asking.
Your sitting position was troublesome for Seokmin, as he noticed the way in which your short skirt rid up as you crossed your legs and leaned towards him. You were wearing more revealing clothing today than any other time in which he'd seen you at the bi-weekly meetings. Your attire wasn't provocative by any means, it was just that you were always more covered up at the meetings. Seokmin assumed it might've been due to some scrutiny you may have faced by the members. This made him frown internally.
"Oh ... hi. Y-you know my name?", he sat up from his slouched position and faced his body towards yours, though he was too shy to meet your eyes for too long.
"Of course I do, Seokmin. We're in a church group together, remember?"
You carried a very confident and laid back air to you despite having only spoken to him for the first time just now. You also seemed much livelier than back at the confined room where his fellow church group members gathered. This was likely due to the lack of scrutiny you usually received completely unwarranted while at his church group's meetings.
"Ah, yeah, just, uh, didn't realize you noticed me."
"C'mon, Seokmin. You're the only person in there who doesn't look at me like I killed their dog. Of course I'd notice you."
He wasn't sure how to respond, but that at least answered the question as to whether or not you were aware of the gossip a few of the other members had let him in on.
"I'm sure that's not true ... Iâ "
"It's fine, really. Anyways, I just wanted to ask you if you'd like to partner up?", you suggested, completely unfazed by the mention of your judgmental group mates.
"O-oh. You want to? I mean, yeah! Of course," he couldn't help but feel relieved at the prospect of not having to meet with the professor after class to let her know he'd need her assistance finding a partner.
"Great. Here, put your number in my phone and I'll let you know when I can stop by your place so we can brainstorm," you handed him your phone as if nothing; as if you weren't suggesting going over alone to his apartment unsupervised.
He hesitated but gave you his number, flinching a bit when your hands accidentally touched.
"Thanks. I was thinking this Friday. Is that okay with you?"
"Oh, y-yeah. Sure," he mustered a toothy smile for you.
You giggled under your breath, "Okay, Seokmin. Looking forward to seeing you," there was a permanent smile in your eyes as you spoke to him, making him a bit giddy.
He bid his goodbyes back and finally let out a puff of air when you parted ways.
The rest of the class period was completely wasted to Seokmin. His mind was too giddy and preoccupied with thoughts of seeing you again, this time in a more intimate setting. The thought made him anxious, though he also felt some weird tingling he wasn't fully sure how to describe.
Did this mean you had noticed him too? Had he stood out to you in this huge hall? The thought made him shudder before regaining control of himself and starting to anxiously doodle on his notebook.
He snuck a glance over at the direction in which you left, now localizing your seat. You were talking to a few friends, which confused Seokmin greatly. This meant that you already had friends in this class, so why would you go out of your way to team up with him? Was his curiosity about you maybe mutual? This question would surely be all Seokmin thought about for the next two days until the two of you finally met up to discuss your project.
Seokmin saw you again the following day at second bi-weekly meeting of the week.
Once more, you sat back and said nothing, only bothering to sign your name on the attendance board at the start of the meeting and taking your usual seat away from everyone else.
Your attire was different from what you had been wearing in your women's studies class just a few hours ago. You had donned a long skirt and a long sleeve too instead of the tiny shorts he had seen you wearing previously. This change in attire made no difference to Seokmin, however, since he already knew what your bare legs looked like and could not prevent himself in picturing them as he stared.
Your presence had yet again proved to be incredibly distracting to Seokmin, who had already been thinking about you ever since you had suggested to meet at his place.
There was no one he could ask for advice about what to wear or what to do. His friends back home would frown at the thought of Seokmin even considering an unchaperoned gathering with a girl â especially an self-declared atheist who was simply pretending to be catholic for her parents.
His parents were also not a good option. Seokmin could just picture the gasp in surprise at the revelation that his women's studies class (one which his parents had called 'useless' and 'made up') had enticed him into bringing a girl home while no one else was around. He cringed at the mere thought of them attempting to intercept the situation by barging in and lecturing both you and him on proper relations between man and woman.
Seokmin knew he was overthinking all of this, but he had an internal conflict. On one side, he knew that this was just a regular meeting between classmates to discuss a project, but this was his first time alone with a girl (one he had a bit of a crush on, at that!) On the other side, Seokmin couldn't help but feel like he was breaking his parents' trust. They had explicitly forbid him from ever engaging in any type of relationship with any girl unless she was pre-approved by them (something which they'd already tried and failed at doing with Jeonghan). And on a secret third side of things, Seokmin felt like now that he was alone and untrained on what life was like in the real world, it'd be easy for him to fall susceptible to desire and betray God's word. He hadn't had any unbecoming feelings thus far, but his crush on you was enough for this fear to be instilled in him.
For now, Seokmin had the rest of his school day to worry about, so he pushed these thoughts aside and tried to draw his eyes away from your figure as he attempted to pay attention to whichever biblical lesson the group's assigned leader read from.
This was yet another biblical lesson Seokmin had heard time and time again. Despite his strong devotion to God, Seokmin always felt a little belittled at the constant repetition of teachings he had been hearing since childhood. Were his personal beliefs and devotion to God not enough? Why did he need other people to give him their own ideas of religion when he himself was an expert at all of God's teachings by now?
He related to your current situation in this aspect. Even if he felt comfortable in his religious stance, he had to join this club in order to prove to his parents that he was an active participant in the local religious community. He had to constantly deal with his parents' paranoia that he may stray away from God in the way his brother had. His constant assurance that his relationship with God was too strong for breaking was not enough for them; they simply couldn't help showing up in every corner of his life even as far away as he currently was.
Seokmin sighed at these thoughts and drew them away as much as he could. His mind was already preoccupied with thoughts of you coming over tomorrow evening.
That night he went home and prayed his anxieties away, turning to the only being he could possibly trust with his grievances.
"Hi", you smiled brightly at Seokmin, hands holding onto the handles of your backpack as you stood in front of his open apartment door.
"H-hey."
He stepped aside to let you in, wincing internally as he noticed the short length of the white dress you were wearing. He could tell by now that your personal style was more revealing than what you chose to wear at religious gatherings. He couldn't blame you, but he wished you'd cover up more for his poor sanity.
"Do you wanna do it here or did you wanna do it in your bedroom?", you broke him out of his train of thought.
"H-huh ? D-do what? Oh, oh! Yeah. I mean, here is fine. Unless you want to do it in my bedroom? I mean, do the work in my bedâ yeah!"
He physically winced at his stupid thoughts; the dumb paranoia that this was more than a platonic study date had gotten to him despite having prayed to calm his nerves just minutes before your arrival.
Luckily for him, all you did was giggle under your breath and take a seat on his couch before taking off your backpack and settling your stuff on his table.
Dumbly, he stood there just watching you, catching sight of your dress riding up yet again in the same way it had two days ago in class.
You patted the space on the couch next to you, telling him to come sit, that you 'didn't bite.' The best response he could muster to that was an awkward chuckle and a follow-up on your instruction.
He made sure to leave ample space between the two of you, even making sure to avoid eye contact as he also pulled out a few notes of his own.
Without saying anything, you scoot closer to him, even turning to face him further, though still facing forward for the most part. Your knees were now bumping into his and your scent was near enough to invade his senses.
"Is this okay? Am I too close?", you asked when you noticed him stiffen.
"N-no. I'm sorry. I ... I'm being dumb. You're fine."
"Then how come you won't look this way?", you leaned even further towards him, making sure his eyes couldn't miss yours from his position.
He braved it and turned to face you, though his eyes were trained on your chin rather than your eyes. He now realized there was less distance between you than he thought.
"I'm sorry, I ..."
You interrupted him but grabbing his chin and gesturing him to look into your eyes.
"Do I make you nervous, Seokmin? You can look at me. You know that, right? It's not a sin to look into a girl's eyes", though your words sounded like mockery, your tone was as soft as your eyes.
He gulped and finally allowed himself to look at you. You were far too close now. Things had progressed too quickly, and in ways that Seokmin had thought were ridiculous to assume when he'd been going over the possibilities of your visit today. Yet here he was, eyes nervously staring into yours, trying their hardest to not lower to your lips or cleavage.
"You're exactly as I thought you would be," you started, hand moving from his chin to softly run your thumb on his cheek, "You're not like them. You're sweet ... But you're scared, aren't you?"
He didn't know where this was going, but your tone was soft and your words sweet so he nodded silently.
"It's okay to want things, Seokmin. Doesn't make you a bad person. You wanna please Him, though, don't you? Don't wanna disappoint Him?"
You were seeing right through him. It made him feel both understood but also like he was just as superficial as he thought the judgmental members of your church group to be.
"I just ..."
"It's okay, Seokmin. He'd want you to be happy. I ... I know it's meaningless hearing it from me, but He wouldn't want you to face this turmoil. You can give in. It's okay, I promise", your last words were said in the form of a whisper against his lips.
You were so close he could breathe you in, but his lips were unfortunately still not touching your own. This frustrated Seokmin, though it also relieved him. He felt way too heated to even engage in something as innocent as a kiss.
He knew that his first kiss would only lead to more. He had been so pent up all this years, shaming any desire away from his mind at every opportunity. He had never even pleasured himself, knowing it was frowned upon by God â at least that's the thought that was hammered into him since way too young an age.
He remembered the various conversations in which any thought of a relationship were verbally beaten out of him. He remembered the reaction of his parents when he had let it slip in kindergarten (his last year in a non-catholic institution) that he had a crush on the girl who'd been assigned as his new desk mate. He recalled the way his mom talked down on the four-year old girl, claiming her parents were not catholic and that she would be a bad influence on him. He remembered when his first phone was confiscated from him at fifteen when his father caught him watching the latest Twice music video at the time, claiming such things would lead him to impure thoughts. He remembered the last day he saw his brother two years ago right after a screaming match with his parents who had insulted and demeaned Jeonghan's partner, claiming he would burn in hell for his decisions against the lord's word.
With all these thoughts plaguing his mind, Seokmin let himself become numb to any spiritual consequences that would come from letting himself go. He found himself internally damning anything that wasn't your lips or the feeling of your hand on his cheek and sighed against you when you finally closed the gap.
Seokmin couldn't help himself in whining into your mouth when he felt your tongue tease his mouth open and begin intertwining with his own.
His arms were stiff against his sides and his lips far too shy and sloppy. It worried him that maybe he was not pleasing you in the way you did him, specially when you pulled away and spoke to him.
Your eyes were still on his lips and the distance between you remained small as you spoke up, "Follow my lead, okay Minnie? Let me show you .."
You kissed him again, this time slower and more sensual. It made his eyes roll back.
He took the hint and began moving his tongue in the same way yours did. He also shyly ran his hands up and down your back upon your wordless insistence that his arms wrap around your form. Following your instructions felt natural, though what you did next caught him completely off guard.
Your hands had snuck away from his cheek, with one now pulling at his hair (and making his eyes roll even further back in the process) and your other hand sneaking into his pants, touching him softly through his boxers.
He jumped back and accidentally disconnected your lips, gasping at the sudden intrusion.
"I ... I cant, I don't ..."
"It's okay if you don't want to, Minnie. I should've asked," you drew back a little, making Seokmin jump once again, but this time to make sure you stayed close.
"It's not that, I just ... I don'tâ "
"It's okay to want me. It's okay if you want this. We can stop if you want to, but ... you can want me ... You won't get in trouble, I promise."
Your lips were still close enough for him to reach, making him hesitantly grace them with his own. Thankfully you took the hint, giving him a wanton kiss that had him feeling dizzy.
He thoughtlessly kissed you back, whining any time you did something he particularly liked. You didn't attempt touching under his pants again, now simply sticking to running your hands up and down his clothed chest while his shyly caressed your back.
The kiss got heated pretty quickly, making him extremely light headed. He didn't know where this was going nor how he would feel afterwards, but he couldn't find it in himself to care.
His thoughts were interrupted when your lips left his own and trailed from his cheek to his ear, licking and nibbling at his lobe before whispering in it.
"Is this okay?"
"Yâ yes. Please ..."
Your kisses against his neck had him throwing his head back. If he was mindless before, he was fully without a care now. Even if his community ever found out what he was up to during his first month away from home, he didn't care in this moment. His guilt may come later, but for now all he could do was enjoy your kiss.
"Can I play with you, Minnie?", you pulled away and gave him a sweet peck before asking.
"You ... It's wrong, Iâ He'll ..."
"He won't know, Minnie. It's okay. It'll feel so good."
You hesitantly snuck your hand under his trousers once more, slowly enough to allow him to deny you should he wish to. His sinful desire for you prevented him from moving, so you continued until your hand was wrapped around him.
"Aâ ah ... Yâ you ... I've never ..." he sighed.
"Never touched yourself like this before?"
"'s not allowed, I ... I shouldn't ..."
"It's okay. I'm just taking care of you. Nothing wrong with taking care of your needs, right Minnie?"
He felt mocked by how ridiculous it sounded coming out of your mouth. But he still felt guilt. Guilt at every moan that left his mouth as you slowly rubbed up and down his length. Guilt at the way he wanted your lips back on his. Guilt at how difficult it was for him to drag his gaze away from your soft mounds peaking from your cleavage.
One thing was betraying everything his parents had always warned him about, but betraying God's word made him feel like he'd burn up until the day he faced his punishment.
Except he couldn't bring you to stop. He couldn't prevent himself in mindlessly nodding at you and asking you to please not stop.
Suddenly you grabbed his arm, directing it towards your chest. You must've noticed his heavy eyes eyeing your cleavage and realized what thoughts had been going through his perverted mind.
"Wanna touch them? It's okay, just ... just squeeze, yeah? That's it, fuck ... You're so pretty, Minnie," you sighed oh so prettily as soon as he followed your direction and experimentally squeezed at your clothed breasts.
He moaned and moaned at both your touch on him and his on yours. But he began to panic when he felt himself heating up more and more, feeling like he would soon reach a crescendo that he would never be able to fall back from.
"It's okay, Minnie. Let go. Let go for me, pretty. I'll take care of you," you must've sensed his panic and shut him up with your tongue in his mouth, swallowing his whines of pleasure as his end took over him.
He had never felt such pleasure before. Every touch you gave him was better than the last, making him wonder what other sinful acts with you would end up feeling like. He shuddered at the thought and went back to the blissful state his high was giving him.
You kept whispering soft praises to him, telling him that it was okay and that he could let go. He hadn't realized that he was crying until one of your hands softly wiped the tears from his cheeks and kissed softly at them. He felt more loved by your care than he ever had before. The seed of doubt was then planted into his head; why would such a loving an intimate act ever be seen as anything but holy?
He began to feel corrupted, but also conflicted on his thoughts on the matter. One thing he knew for sure, however; this would not be enough â he would seek you again and again.
After even more caring words from you, the two of you parted ways with no work done. You kissed him goodbye and told him you'd see him again soon. He responded shyly but you accepted it with yet another kiss and finally left his apartment.
That night Seokmin attempted to pray his conflicting thoughts away once more, but even then, Seokmin left mention of you out of his prayers, fearing that acknowledging your sudden and rapid effect on him would be the downfall of his purity and of the already strained relationship with his parents.
The following Monday, Seokmin saw you again at the first of the two bi-weekly meetings of your church group. As per usual, you sat alone on a corner while the rest of the club engaged in conversation with one another.
Seokmin chose to sit back once again, deciding to watch you from afar rather than participate in the conversation like he usually did, except this time you began to occasionally look back at him with a sweet smile. Your eye contact would cause him to look down with a blush, but after enough instances of catching your eye, he decided to shyly smile back at you. This proved to be fruitful, as you suddenly stood up and quietly walked your way over to him. Due to the conversation being led by the other group members, your new seat next to Seokmin went unnoticed, causing Seokmin's nerves to not flare up too much.
It was wordless but soft, the way in which you shared a seat with him and offered him yet another sweet smile. He felt giddy at having your attention in such a way. He was aware that he barely knew you, but having you become part of his life (in any way you may have wanted) made him feel a sense of pride he had never felt before.
The two of you spent the rest of the meeting giving each other shy smiles and playing tick tack toe on his notebook. When it was time to part ways, you finally spoke up and told Seokmin you needed to head back first, as your next class was far away. Seokmin wanted to offer to walk you, but was interrupted by another member of the group who called his attention â the same guy who had previously warned him about you. Due to the standoffish manner in which other group members behaved around you, you left awkwardly while Seokmin frowned and stayed back.
Slightly frustrated at not being able to bid you a proper goodbye (or walk with you as he had wished to offer), Seokmin's demeanor to his group mate was less polite than usual.
"What, are you two friends?", asked the member in a somewhat accusatory tone.
"I ... Yeah, maybe. Why?"
"I wouldn't advise that, Seokmin. She's a bad influence. I mean, you haven't been participating as much as when you first got here. It starts when you least expect it. Just don't want you to fall down a bad path."
"What bad path?"
"She was part of our faith at some point. Until she got corrupted, and now she just infiltrates our spaces like a nuance. She'll corrupt you in the same way if you're not careful. Take the advice, brother. Just don't get too close," and with that, he gave Seokmin a condescending nod and made his way out.
Since leaving home, Seokmin had forgotten how many churchgoers would cross boundaries without much care. How they would use the excuse of being 'sons and daughters' of God to be judgmental.
He saw no issue with your behavior. Maybe you had kissed Seokmin and maybe you had ... done other stuff to him. But you weren't a bad person for that. It wasn't like Seokmin stopped you (or even wanted to stop you). He wasn't sure why he felt so defensive over his groupmate's advice, but he couldn't help but be peeved off by this interaction for the rest of the day.
His mood stayed so sour towards his groupmate's harsh judgment of you that he had forgotten to do his nightly prayer before going to sleep, even forgetting to send a message with his blessings to his parents like he usually did.
The next morning he awoke to some overbearing messages from his parents inquiring why he had not messaged them the night prior. Seokmin was surprised at himself when his first reaction to their myriad of messages was to roll his eyes and lock his phone back up. He loved his parents, but his separation from them had quickly showed him how controlling they tended to be. But Seokmin realized it wasn't only them; it was the entirety of the puritanical and judgmental community he had grown up with.
Despite having only hung out with you once, you were already a breath of fresh air to Seokmin. You didn't judge him over his shy and socially awkward demeanor. He had a hunch that since you two belonged to the same church group and had likely had similar upbringings, you probably understood why he was the way that he was. Unlike everyone else he had met at this school so far (other than the other members of the church group), you weren't mean to him nor did you ever ignore him. You had seeked him out! The thought still gave him butterflies.
~
The two of you continued to casually hang out like this over the next week or so, though it usually tended to be only while on meetings with your church group or during your women's studies class.
Contrasting with your previous meeting, any time the two of you would hang out now mostly consisted of working on your project or getting to know each other. He had come to find out that you were here on a scholarship and that, as the nosy guy in your church group had stated, you were only attending the church group to appease your parents' belief that you should maintain some type of connection to God regardless of your beliefs in catholicism. You didn't get too much into it, but you also informed Seokmin that despite what the group members believed, you did not have a bad relationship with your parents due to your contrasting beliefs. This made Seokmin envious, pondering about how his parents would react should he ever find himself changing his faith.
Through the few times you saw each other in class, Seokmin grew to like you more and more. He knew now that he felt something for you that he had never before. He had a crush, for arguably one of the first times in his life. There were also more sinister feelings dwelling in his mind, however. Sometimes he would think back to that day alone in his apartment, when you took his innocence (though only partially). He wanted more, but he felt like he was simultaneously sinning and disrespecting you by even thinking about it. He still felt conflicted about last time, thinking himself a sinner and a bad son for disobeying both God and his parents, but he couldn't help himself in wanting more.
A few days later, Seokmin saw you yet again at your shared women's studies class.
Seokmin was completely unable to pay any attention to class today. Unfortunately for his sanity, you had recently begun to sit next to him every time the two of you shared this class. Seokmin had grown accustomed to sitting alone at the very back row of the auditorium in which your women's class was given. The first day he had sat next to a few people, but after mentioning his devotion to God during his personal introduction, he found people not only avoiding his eye and snickering at him but even going out of their way to sit away from him. You had been the sole exception, deciding to sit with him a few days after your meeting at his apartment, now smiling at him as you sat side by side.
Today, you have him more trouble than usual. You sent him flirtatious smiles during the entirety of class, even occasionally gracing your hand slowly on his leg. This had him shuddering and completely distracted, but he couldn't bring himself to stop you. You gave him a thrill he had never experienced before. While his mind before meeting you had always been dedicated to thinking of God and his duties as a member of the church, his mind was now fully occupied by you. As silly as it sounded, he had never felt the thrill of a crush before (specially not one that was reciprocated like this), and now he didn't know how to act.
"Hey, Minnie," you whispered to him as your professor lectured in the background.
"Y- yeah?"
"Wanna meet at my apartment after class today to study?", you now whispered right against his ear, finger drawing figures on his thigh.
"Oh, Iâ Of course," he coughed out.
You only giggled quietly in response and went back to paying attention to class (though still occasionally doodling cute hearts in Seokmin's notebook).
After class, the two of you walked together. Only a few minutes into your walk through campus, you slipped your hand into his. He was surprised by this, but allowed himself to squeeze yours back. His heart soared when you started swinging your intertwined hands back and forth.
Was this what romance felt like? The thought alone made Seokmin feel giddier than he had ever before. He relished in the simple act of holding your hand and felt pride any time you'd stop for a few seconds to say hi to some friends, never once letting go of his hand and even giving a quick introduction of his name.
You were quite literally heaven on Earth to Seokmin. He couldn't wait to get to know you even further.
~
Walking to your place took about half an hour, but it was worth it the moment the two of you stepped in and you immediately pushed Seokmin against the wall, stealing a kiss from him.
"Minnie ... Been thinking about you since last time ..." you kissed at his neck, pulling his collared neckline out of the way.
"Me too ..."
"Yeah? What'd you think about?", you paused to pull back and look at him, "You don't regret it, do you? Was I too much?", your tone was genuine, more genuine than he had ever heard anyone direct themselves to him.
"N-no, of course not. I've, uh, I wanted more ... Just .. was too shy to ask."
"Aw, Minnie. You don't have to be shy with me. We can do anything you're comfortable with," you shared a sweet smile with him before pulling him back in for a heated kiss.
This was only Seokmin's second instance in kissing you, â last time having been only over a week back â but he now found it easier to match your rhythm and play with your tongue in ways that had you humming against his lips. He wanted to give you pleasure in the way you'd given it to him. So far he felt like he'd been doing well with the kissing. You somehow walked him over to your bedroom without disconnecting your lips, making his heart speed up at the thought of what was coming up next.
He yelped against your lips when you pushed and straddled him on the bed, hands too shy to know where to touch. Fortunately, you didn't leave him hanging for long and positioned them on your waist for him.
"Minnie ... I don't wanna pressure you. So we're gonna do something similar to last time, yeah?"
He was of course in agreement, but ...
"I ... I wanna make you feel good too ... Please?", he almost winced at how pathetic he sounded. He also had absolutely no idea of how to please you. He had never even considered watching porn (being told he'd go to hell for even entertaining such thoughts), nor had he ever received any type of sexual education. As lame as it sounded, Seokmin was completely clueless as to what women did for pleasure. He had been clueless as to how male pleasure worked up until you had shown him.
"Do you want me to teach you how, Minnie?", you asked while unbuttoning his shirt.
"Please ..."
You kissed him again in response, wordlessly taking off both his and your clothes. When you finished, Seokmin couldn't help but feel exposed. However, the thought of his own nudity (sans his boxers) left his mind as soon as he realized you were also down to just your underwear.
With his mouth agape and his arms not knowing where to go, Seokmin simply sat under you and sweat bullets as he attempted not to stare anywhere below your chin.
Noticing his nervous demeanor, you giggled at him and put your hand on his cheek while the other remained on his shoulder.
"Oh, Minnie ... So pretty. Do you even know how pretty you are?", you ran your hands up and down his chest in a sweet manner, "And I'm the only one who gets to see it, hmm? All mine?",
"Y-your .... yes ... for you."
"Fuck. I'm gonna have so much fun with you. Gonna teach you everything."
Despite your words' effect on him, his main focus right now was your almost bare body and its proximity to him. He could feel the heat of your skin against his. His mind kept thinking about what you must look like beneath your underwear, with his eyes heavy and glued to your covered breasts.
"Want me to take off my bra, Minnie? You just have to ask. I'll go as far as you want to go," you pecked his lips yet again, still running your hands up and down his chest.
"Y-yeah. Wanna see you. Is that ... is that okay? Just wanna make you feel as- as good as you did me ..."
Your breath hitched, "Oh, angel ... So sweet and selfless. I'll show you. Fuck, I'll show you everything."
You separated yourself from him a bit in order to give him a full view. Then, in slow and sensual movements, you threw off your bra, proceeding to caress your own breasts as you gave Seokmin a sultry look.
Fuck.
What type of teachings were preventing him from seeing you in your barest of forms? You were nothing lesser than art itself. You were so warm and beautiful; so soft and perfect â both inside and out. Seokmin couldn't believe he had ever considered such things to be scandalous (which admittedly, he still kind of believed). At the same time, he was kind of glad he had never engaged in such acts before, because it allowed for you to be the first (and hopefully last) woman he would ever see in such an intimate setting.
Those thoughts aside, Seokmin was short-circuiting. He was so distracted he didn't even notice you removing your panties and settling back on his lap until you verbally called his attention again.
"Minnie? Wanna feel them? Hmm?", your hands were already on his, leading them directly to your soft mounds.
"F-fuck," he couldn't help but groan upon feeling the weight of them on his hands, "you're so beautiful ... Y-you're, oh fuck-"
Words could not express the unimaginable beauty he was witnessing, nor the arousal he felt at having you so bare and willing in front of him. He didn't know what to do or how he was supposed to react. He felt kind of bad at his wordless state, but he couldn't help being speechless at feeling such pleasure from merely seeing you.
"Like this, Minnie. Just- fuck ... yeah, like that ..." you instructed for his thumbs to play with your nipples, even making him pinch at them. Your sighs and the way you arched your back were enough for Seokmin to want to leave everything behind and dedicate his life to your pleasure.
"K- kiss them? Please, Minnie ..."
He took your order immediately, leaning down to kiss around your nipples, glasses fogging from the close proximity to your skin.
Your sighs intensified and your hand moved to angle his head so that his lips would land on your nipple. Taking the hint, he enveloped your pert nipple in between his lips and sucked, licking and nibbling at it as he saw fit. Eventually he lost himself a bit, allowing his hands to fondle your breasts desperately as he whined into your breast. Your whines for more made him lose his mind, leading to his mind fogging up even more.
This progressed for a while until you finally moved his head away from your tits and stole a wet kiss from his lips.
"You're so good, Minnie. So obedient ... Such a good boy for me," you breathed against his lips, wiping his foggy glasses before slipping them back on.
He physically keened at your praise, not at all used to being praised for such filthy behavior but still extremely pleased he was making you feel good.
"Now ... now I'm gonna show you how to make me feel good, yeah? Still wanna try that, angel?"
He nodded too enthusiastically, glasses coming out of place due to his enthusiasm.
"Okay, baby," you giggled, "Need you to kneel on the floor for me, okay? Right between my legs ..."
Oh. You wanted him to-
He had never explored his sexual desires in any way, so he was fully unaware where exactly this was going, but the thought of looking up at you while he made you feel good between your legs sounded like the holiest act known to human.
He followed your direction, groaning when he saw the hidden space between your legs glisten.
"Oh, God ..."
"Shh, don't use the lord's name in vain, Minnie", you were just teasing, but somehow the reminder of his lord made Seokmin feel a small pang of guilt at the thought of the sin he had been actively committing with you thus far. He decided to push it aside and continue on his path. Nothing mattered to him more right now than your utmost pleasure.
"Lick it?" you used your fingers to open up your folds, letting out even more honey for Seokmin to gawk at.
Wordlessly he got closer and closer, up until his tongue was able to flick at the length of your folds. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding at the taste of your essence, becoming instantly obsessed with its warmth. What he was even more obsessed with, however, was the whine you let out at such a simple touch.
Was it possible for him â an inexperienced and sheltered boy â to make someone like you â a gorgeous and clearly knowledgeable girl â feel this good? He needed to test the theory so he kept licking to his heart's contentment, following the directions your hand gave him as you guided his head against you.
He licked shyly at first, only sucking every now and then as he did his best to act accordingly to the sounds you were making. It didn't help that his mind was plagued by your taste, smell, and the warmth between your legs â not to mention your mewls of pleasure.
"My clit, baby ... Your tongue, angle it here- oh ... fuck, right there, Minnie ..." you angled him so that he could flick his tongue at a tiny little pearl found between your legs.
With all the newfound knowledge he had on how to deliver your pleasure, Seokmin did the best he could to repeat the movements you seemed to really enjoy (at least based on how prettily you'd cry his name after). Despite his mind being completely clouded by the entirety of your person, Seokmin continued to moan and cry against your cunt as he silently begged for more of your cunt against his face.
"M-minnie! Oh ... Fuck. Such a g-good boy ... All mine, shit ... Your tongue, oh ... just like that, angel ... Y-your nose, Minnie, please! Your nose, just- oh! Fuck", you cried for him, at some point taking full control and just grinding against his face as his nose and tongue poked into your most sensitive spots.
Seokmin felt incredibly proud at your mindless state, knowing it was him who had achieved that. Nothing mattered more in that moment than your pleasure; pleasure which only Seokmin could give you.
"Gonna cum for you, angel. Lick it all for me? Be a good boy and take it for me, yeah? Shit!", you practically vibrated against him as your high took over you.
Seokmin kept his face between your legs as you came, doing his best to lick at every single drop of essence and moaning at the taste of you. He allowed you to use his face as you saw fit, reveling in the knowledge that he had given you such other-worldly pleasure.
He didn't know it was possible for him to feel such pleasure from just watching you, but now he understood. If anyone asked, this was what heaven was supposed to look like â a beautiful girl losing herself to Seokmin's touch as he himself tried not to lose his own mind.
Throughout the entirety of your orgasm, Seokmin couldn't control his hips as they ground against the bed with a complete lack of rhythm, simply humping animalistically at you taking over every single one of his senses.
After a few moments of aftershock, you suddenly pulled Seokmin up and attacked him with a filthy kiss; filthier than any you'd shared before.
Your kiss alone had Seokmin struggling to keep himself from cumming in his boxers. You had been testing his self-control from the moment you teased him in class earlier today and he just wasn't sure how much longer he could take until pleasure took over him once again.
"Want me to try it on you, Minnie?", you asked once you pulled away from the kiss.
"That? O-on me?"
"Mhmm. My mouth on you? Is that okay?", you pecked his lips again, seemingly unable to disconnect from him for too long (which Seokmin thoroughly related to).
"Yes", he deadpanned, still out of breath from being suffocated by your thighs and then your lips just moments ago.
You wasted no time in removing his boxers. Seokmin felt slightly shy at this, having never let anyone ever see him nude before. Even last time he had been with you, you had pleasured him through his clothes and not seen past his shirtless state thus far.
But you praised him as soon as he was fully nude, kissing up and down his thighs as you told him how beautiful he was, how pretty and deserving of praise you believed him to be. His whole body heat up at your soft words, with goosebumps forming at your soft kisses that led up closer and closer to where he was aching the most.
He gasped when you finally took a hold of his member, bringing your face close enough to give the weeping tip a kiss.
"O-oh ..." he threw his head back at the sweet yet filthy gesture.
You giggled under your breath and began kitten licking at his tip, sucking lightly every so often. He felt like he had finally arrived to heaven. All those stories about what awaited his good behavior while on earth must've been lies, because he found the greatest reward of all in the form of your mouth wrapped around him.
Getting braver by the second, you put almost the entirety of him in your mouth, doing things with your tongue and lips that his poor brain couldn't even process. He whined and cried at your movements, not able to understand how easily you could bring him to tears.
As he quickly neared his high, his mind turned into mush, not allowing him to register what was going on with his body. All he knew was that his cries got louder by the second, his cheeks now damp with the tears that wouldn't stop falling from his eyes. His hips were uncontrollable, having to be restrained by your hands as he chased for his high with the utmost desperation.
"P-please! I need ... Fuck, please ..." he begged for nothing in particular as his high completely took over.
He felt dirty and disrespectful as he did it, but he came inside your mouth, wincing at the way your moans vibrated while he was still in your mouth. He couldn't help himself; his thoughts had been completely overtaken by the pleasure.
His cries had not stopped as of yet, even rendering him emotional as the high of his orgasm wore down. Now was the moment of regret, knowing he had broken his unspoken oath of celibacy yet again.
This was something all people in his community swore to. It was rarely ever spoken about, but Seokmin knew that he was supposed to save himself for marriage â in every sense. Despite already having quite strong feelings towards you and the things you did to him, Seokmin still felt like he had somehow disrespected you by engaging in such acts with you. But more than anything, he felt like he had disappointed God.
So he cried. He cried into his hands despite how embarrassed he felt at doing such thing in front of you, specially after having shared such intimacy.
"Oh, Minnie ..." you coo'd at him, getting up to hold his large frame in your arms.
You allowed him to exhaust his cries as he quietly asked for forgiveness. He didn't have to explain himself, as you understood. You made your understanding evident by reassuring him that he had done nothing wrong, and that he was still such a good man.
He believed your words and thanked you, eventually calming down enough to stop crying and speak coherently.
"Do you ... do you think He'd be disappointed in me?", he knew it was a stupid question to ask considering your lack of religion. The two of you had never thoroughly discussed religion with one another, but he knew you at least understood where he was coming from.
You pouted at him, cooing at him as you responded, "Of course not, Minnie. He loves you. You're such a good boy; treat everyone so kindly even when they don't deserve it. Treat me so kindly ... No matter what anyone ever tells you, what we just did is no sin", you explained.
"B- but the bible-"
"Shhh. Your faith is your own. No one can take that away from you, Minnie. Even if I don't share those beliefs anymore, I know an amazing person when I see one. You've done nothing wrong, okay?", you caressed his cheek and pecked his lips to drive your point home.
He nodded as he tried not to tear up at your kindness.
Him even questioning his actions' consequences on his faith would've provided him with a scolding from his parents or a look in disapproval from his reverend. But in turn you gave him acceptance and love. There was no way in his mind to believe that being with you â feeling good with you â was anything other than the holiest act he could engage in.
"Do you regret it?", you interrupted his thoughts.
"N-no, of course not ... It's just ..."
"I'd never want to make you do something you don't wanna do. I ... I know we haven't known each other for long, but I like you, Seokmin. I don't want you to think I'm just trying to ... corrupt you."
"You're not!," in a change of pace, he grabbed onto your hands and looked directly into your eyes as he spoke, "Everything you've taught me, I've wanted it too. I ... I like you too."
You smiled at this, squeezing his hands affectionately, "Yeah? Does that mean you wanna keep hanging out?"
"Yeah, I'd love that."
~
Unfortunately, time for Seokmin to go home eventually came and he bid his goodbyes to you.
The two of you spent a few hours after your heart to heart actually working on your project and later watching a few episodes of a show you said you'd been watching on Hulu. It was a nice time for Seokmin to get to know you outside of school, and it only reinstated how much he liked you already.
It was about 10PM by the time he got home, which was usually around the time he went to sleep due to the early hours of his classes the following day. Almost as soon as he finished his nightly skincare and prepared himself to go to sleep, he suddenly got a call.
It was odd for him to get calls in general, but this time around he knew who it'd be before even checking his phone.
It was his parents.
Seokmin had seen this coming. He had gotten too into his head this past week; too into you. Not only had he neglected contacting his parents as frequently as they had agreed (re: every night in order to 'keep a close eye on him'), but he had also been neglecting his religious duties. He had not kept contact with any of his religious friends from back home nor had he even attended church as of late. And surprisingly ... Seokmin had not minded these recent developments. He felt freer than ever. For the first time in his life, he was not under constant surveillance, receiving judgment for any instance in which his parents believed him to step out of line in his religious lifestyle.
Back home, a single absence from bi-weekly mass would be met with passive aggressive disapproval. Any instance in which Seokmin expressed interest in anything outside of the church (such as non catholic music and dance â both of which his parents had immediately shut down), he felt as if he was breaking a law at the way in which his parents would scold him for ever even considering such 'perverted' hobbies.
Upon moving away, Seokmin had begun to realize that his upbringing hadn't been as perfect as he had thought it to be, that his parents didn't love him as unconditionally as he first thought. He thought back to his brother's estrangement from his family and felt regret at not standing up for him, knowing that his parents would turn on him just as fast as they did Jeonghan.
With a sigh, he picked up the call, mustering as much interest as he could. He made some excuse as to why he had been unable to keep in contact and promised to be better moving forward. He faked a smile in his voice and forced his way through a peaceful call (sans the few passive aggressive comments his parents threw his way) and called it a night.
For the first time in his life, he put religion and his parents aside to give himself a restful sleep, only looking forward to seeing you the next morning and going to sleep with the remembrance of what the two of you did fresh in his mind.
"Oh ... I- please ..."
"Just like that, Minnie, fuck ... Don't move, angel. Just let me do all the work, yeah?", you ground against him even faster, angling your hips so that his member would grace against your clothed folds.
It seemed like the dam had broken for you at the same time as it had for Seokmin, because you had jumped him the very next time he made his way through the threshold of your apartment.
The two of you kissed until exhausting yourselves, leading Seokmin to beg you to undress both you and him (with pleading eyes rather than verbally, as he was still too shy to beg for such things with words).
It was only one day after you had given Seokmin oral (a concept which you had introduced him to), which somehow made Seokmin even more desperate to have you. Even after his parents' call ruining his mood, you had managed to bring it back up immediately after when you messaged him late at night suggesting the two of you meet up today. After spending the entire day together, Seokmin walked you home yet again, only to be jumped by you (once again) upon entering your apartment.
One thing led to another and Seokmin found himself fully unclothed under you as you ground against him through the thin layer of your panties. Seokmin was completely weightless under you, becoming a shell of his old self as he desperately guided your hips to grind against him. He wasn't sure where this would lead, but he felt the usual conflict that always arose when the two of you were alone like this. Even through all your reassurance, Seokmin felt as if he was betraying an oath by engaging with his sexual desires for you. However, these thoughts were immediately pushed aside when you leaned back down to kiss him again.
The kiss was nasty, for lack of a better word. Seokmin didn't fully realize it, but his desperation for your touch would sometimes render him into a sloppy kisser, but you seemed to not mind it as you moaned and licked into his mouth any time his kisses got a bit messy. Your grinding got more and more intense by the second, throwing your head back at the way Seokmin senselessly canted his hips against your own.
"M-minnie ... Want more ... Is that okay? Just need to feel you so bad ... Please ..."
"M-more?"
"Do you want it too, Minnie? Wanna know what it feels like?"
"Show me? Wh- Oh ..."
"You want it too, don't you? Hmm? You're so hard against me, angel. Don't you wanna feel me?"
"I just ..."
Before he could formulate a response through the lust that was clouding his mind, you suddenly brought one of his hands between your bodies, going behind the forbidden threshold of your underwear. Anxious but also incredibly turned on, Seokmin fell limp and allowed you to do whatever you wanted. You grabbed his middle and pointer fingers, angling them so that they could seamlessly slip between your folds. Though Seokmin had already felt the wetness between your legs the day prior, he had not properly felt just how warm and tight you could be.
"Oh, it's so ... Fuck," he moaned when you began guiding his hand so his fingers could go in and out.
"Shit, Minnie ... So good ... Wanna feel it now, angel? Will you give it to me?", you slipped his fingers out after proving your point, now going back to caressing his cheek with your own hand.
"B-but ... It's a sin ..." he let out before even realizing. Even with your constant reassurance up to this point, Seokmin still felt ties to his faith that made him second-guess himself.
He knew that he had already gone past certain point with you, and that having sex with you wouldn't make much difference in his morality, but he still thought of all the teachings of celibacy and all the censorship his community had forced onto him. Was this the right choice? His body was screaming at him to let himself go and seek his high from you. His mind was telling him similar things, though there was also emphasis on the fact that doing this with you, of all people, would be the best choice he could ever make.
"Angel ... It's okay to want it. You don't have to be scared ... I'll take care of you. Just wanna be close to you, Minnie. Don't you want that too? Hmm? Just like you so much, angel," you kisses softly at his chest as you said this, breaking his resolve.
And you were right. He wanted this so badly. He wanted to be as close to you as possible, to give himself to you in the most intimate way he could.
"Y-yes. Want you so much ..." he was shy as he said it, but he meant it to the fullest extent.
You proceeded to sensually remove your underwear, sitting back down above Seokmin's dick as you made a show of grinding your nude pelvises against one another, making Seokmin cry out in desperation.
Any doubts he had left him as soon as you allowed his tip to slip in, throwing his head back as he finally felt your warmth envelop him. You let out a variety of expletives at the feelings, all while clawing at Seokmin's chest, something that had his back arching in unexpected pleasure.
"Oh, Minnie ... So full, f-fuck ..." you moaned out, taking on a slow yet deep pace that made Seokmin shut his eyes and scrunch his nose.
Seokmin couldn't describe the pleasure you were giving him. He was practically frozen in place, the only part of his body still conscious were his hands, which were likely bruising your hips from how hard he was digging his fingers onto them. He needed to keep himself grounded, but he truly felt like today was judgment day, and he had gone to heaven.
"Open your eyes, angel. Wanna see you," your hand reached over to his cheek, angling his head so he could look your way rather than keep his head in its thrown back state.
He opened his eyes to find you smiling down at him with the light hanging on your ceiling providing the best view of you possible. You looked like an angel gazing down at him, like you came down to give him the greatest ruin and drag him back up with you. You had corrupted him in the best way possible.
"Oh, Minnie ... So beautiful. My prettiest boy ... Does it feel good, angel?", he nodded and let out a whine at your soft inquiries, "Yeah? How's it feel when I do this?", you squeezed around him, now bouncing rather than grinding against him, making him close his eyes back up and cry out your name.
"I- Please! I need ...", his nails clawed at your hips and back, begging for something unknown to him. He needed more, but he wasn't sure of what.
"I know, pretty. Gonna give it to you, just- fuck ... Just need you to be good for me, yeah?," you hiccuped, leaning down to kiss him again.
He cried against your lips, eyes rolling back when your tongue began dancing with his own, your hands reaching down to toy with his nipples. You were giving him too many things at once, making the overstimulation take over his already hazy brain. He didn't care about any moral repercussions to what you were doing together. Every time you touched him further solidified how right being with you felt.
Only a few moments of your ministrations were enough for Seokmin to feel that familiar coil begin to tighten. He knew his end was near, causing him to grow restless as he planted his legs on the bed and humped against you. Despite his lack of proper technique and the sloppiness of his movements, you matched his own and wailed his name.
Your hands came down to bring his up and pin them above his head, grinding deeper and deeper against him as the two of you crazily chased your highs. The bed shook against the wall at the intensity of your actions, with nothing but nasty sounds of your muffled moans and your arousal filling up the silence. Eventually you disconnected your lips, eyeing the string of spit that connected you before burying your head in the crook of his neck.
"I- I like you so much," he groaned out, high-pitched and breathless.
"Like you so fucking m-much! You have no idea ..." you reciprocated his words as you clamped down around him and let yourself be taken by your high. Your high was more than enough to trigger his own, leaving him in a practically astral state for a few moments as his hands ran frantically up and down your body, squeezing and scratching every so often.
When your highs finally wore down, you laid yourself beside him, cuddling him near you so you could wrap your legs around him and bring him as close as possible. You faced each other as you caught your breaths, running your hands along the length of his back as his own rubbed at your hips. The moment was pure bliss.
"Do you regret it?"
"No. I could never regret anything we've done. I- I'm sorry if I made you feel that way," he looked away from your eyes.
You nudged him to look at you once more, "Don't apologize, Minnie. I understand. I'm happy I was your first. Maybe one day I'll teach you even more fun things," you flirted through a giggle.
"Oh, I- Hah, yeah", he was caught off guard by your flirting, but still laughed along.
Yeah, he wouldn't mind that.
Over the following weeks, Seokmin did a better job of keeping up with his parents. He kept a safe distance while still giving them the belief that he was still fully engaged in the religious spaces they had envisioned for him. However, he could not help but lie when it came to what occupied his day to day life â you. He didn't bring you up, which you agreed upon after a tearful conversation in which Seokmin detailed his upbringing, leading you to spend the night up with him as you comforted him. He was also yet to attend mass again, and he even occasionally skipped the bi-weekly meetings of his church group â though only when you skipped also. These were a few of the things he kept secret from his family â advice from his brother Jeonghan, who he had recently gotten in contact with again.
Seokmin's faith was still standing; his relationship with God was slightly injured by his internal conflict about your sexual relationship, though he was now sure that he felt no regrets at anything the two of you had engaged in. To him, being with you felt like the biggest reward he could have ever hoped for. Seokmin realized quickly that his issue really laid with the catholic community in which he had been brought up, rather than his relationship with God itself. He disagreed with the judgmental and overbearing way in which certain catholics circles ran, something which he distanced himself from upon meeting you.
You had even introduced him to a few of your friends, some which were even catholic like him. Your buddy Joshua was one of the chillest guys he had ever met, yet his faith was pretty intact. This made Seokmin feel less guilt, though his balance between what was right and wrong in the eyes of God was still a bit of a mess. Luckily he had you help him navigate his way through that.
Along with all these developments, Seokmin had also begun speaking to his brother Jeonghan again (behind his parents' backs, of course). It made him happy to know that despite his brother straying away from his community, he had ended up happy with his life, leading a steady relationship and being happy away from his parents' constant religious persecution.
And you ... You had become official in these past few weeks, making Seokmin constantly have to pinch himself to confirm whether or not he was imagining all this. He was still a very shy and awkward individual, usually opting to hang out alone with you in either of your apartments. He appreciated how patient you were with him, never judging him for being a bit different and even teaching him the pleasures he had been missing out on during his very restricted upbringing. You had become a piece of heaven on earth to Seokmin, corrupting him, but only in the best of ways.
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Seokmin was, yet again, at a crossroads. Though this time it wasn't anything too serious, or maybe it was.
By current time, it had now been four months since the two of you had begun dating. 'I love you's' were shared and multiple sleep overs were had. Your relationship had been everything anyone could hope for a first relationship, and Seokmin now felt way more at ease whenever the two of you did anything sexual.
Admittedly, Seokmin was still slightly awkward about it, still never allowing himself to start sexual interactions and simply following your lead. Which was the crux of his current predicament.
He was unsure if he had done something wrong, if he had maybe insulted you or maybe there was some other unknown reason behind, but it had been over a week since the two of you had slept together. Over the past four months, the two of you spent most of your nights together, taking on a very domestic routine within the first two months of your relationship. Though you obviously didn't get down to sexual activities every day, it was common for it to happen a few times a week (at the least).
It usually began with you cornering Seokmin against the wall after a tiring day of college, or sometimes it began during a movie night in which you couldn't keep your hands to yourself. Whatever it was, you were always giving Seokmin an opening to entertain his sexual desires with you whenever he pleased. Even though he was always too shy to ask, it was almost as if you were able to read his mind and always incite him when he needed it most.
His sexual desires for you had grown quite a lot, making Seokmin worry at times. Was it normal how badly he wanted you at all times? Was this a consequence of having never before received pleasure until meeting you? He felt like a degenerate sometimes, from how badly he wanted you. Which was the main reason as to why he grew antsy so quickly after not having sex with you for the past week or so.
In contrast to these past months, this past week and a half (nine days to be exact; not that Seokmin was keeping count or anything), you had not given Seokmin anything further than a sweet peck on the lips whenever the two of you fell asleep next to each other. You didn't act any differently past that, still showering him with love and spending as much time as you could with him.
It wasn't that Seokmin expected sex from you or anything, but ever since you had taught him how pleasurable it could be to have a romantic partner, he could not see himself ever going back to his old, puritan lifestyle. Seokmin had become, for lack of a better word, an addict. He couldn't help himself in desiring you every time he caught an inch of your bare legs or the soft skin of your breasts through your cleavage. He had deprived himself of sex for far too long and now he could no longer live without it.
He didn't want to seem desperate, or as if he only valued you for sex, but he needed to get to the bottom of this and find a way to get you to touch him again. He was far too shy to ever ask you directly, but he would work his hardest to entice you into letting him have you again
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đŠč pairing: yoon jeonghan x reader
đŠč wordcount: 26.3k (im sorry)Â
đŠč genre: enemies to roommates to lovers, angst, fluff, smut (mdni 18+)
đŠč reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated âĄ! tumblr is based on reblogs not likes, and they help writers like me to get better reach. thank you!
đŠč summary: your first day at your new university you spill coffee on an unsympathetic asshole. unfortunately for you that unsympathetic asshole becomes your roommate.Â
đŠč in other words: you and jeonghan get off on the wrong foot, but through forced proximity and a snow day in due to a storm, you learn that your roommate is more than just the campus playboy.
đŠč tags: non-idol!au, uni!au, e2l!jeonghanxreader, campusplayboy!jeonghan, roommate!jeonghan, stoner!jeonghan, afab!reader, bestfriend!booseoksoon, forced proximity, joshua likes to try and keep jeonghan humble, jeonghan is king of the sassy man apocolypse and also a complete asshole in the beginning, joshua is a wise man when he gets high, there is lots of figting (like a lot), alludes to reader coming from wealth but not formally mentioned.
đŠč note: THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR YOUR PATIENCE.. i'm sorry it took so long T-T fjhkajfhakf. I would like to thank my two beta-readers @gyuswhore and @drunk-on-dk. ILY GUYS THANK YOU FOR ALL YOUR HELP, this fic really wouldn't be what it is now if it weren't for them. also tagging @ourdawnishotterthanourday @seokgyuu and @highvern, cam was the one who gave me the idea for stoner!jh so everyone thank her hehe, they had to listen to me complain about this fic multiple times on discord... (ily all) đą i love this story a lot and i hope you will all enjoy it đ€!! - anna âĄ
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đŠč smut tags: dom!jh, sub!reader, afab!reader, virgin!reader, oral (f and m receiving), breast play, mutually intoxicated sex (weed), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, corruption kink, shotgunning, multiple smut scenes (3), jeonghan's a munch, petnames (for reader: baby, angel, sweetheart, princess/for jeonghan: hannie).
đŠč warnings: mentions of neglectful parents, family trauma, verbal abuse is mentioned but nothing too bad, unhealthy coping mechanisms, alcohol, panic attacks, drug use (just weed, nothing crazy), if i miss any warnings or smut tags please let me know!
Prologue.Â
You hate Yoon Jeonghan. The moment you met him, you hated him.
It had taken you about ten seconds to get on his bad side. All it took was a cup of iced coffee and a bump in the sidewalk. In the blink of an eye, your freshly made latte had become a wet coffee-coloured stain on Jeonghanâs bright white shirt. Mortified, you apologized profusely, not knowing what else to do. Everything happened so fast, that you didnât even realize you were tripping and then spilling your drink onto him.Â
âWhat the fuck is your problem?â he spits at you, eyes cold as ice.Â
Your cheeks heat up fast, and youâre stuttering your words all over the place. To say the least, you felt bad. You havenât even been here for more than 24 hours and you were already fucking up badly. Just a few minutes ago you were ready to start fresh, beginning a new semester at the university you transferred to from your hometown.
Looking back up at the man who was currently staring you down, you begin to take napkins out of your bag to wipe his shirt. A yelp escapes your lips once you feel him slap your hand away from his chest.Â
âI said what the fuck is your problem?â he repeats himself, the fire in his eyes glinting against the light of the sun.Â
âIâm sorry, I tripped andââ you begin to explain yourself but he cuts you off, not wanting to hear your excuses.Â
âI donât care that you tripped, you spilt your drink on me,â he seethes, clenching his jaw as he talks.Â
Now youâre equally as pissed as him, you stare at him for a second trying to see if heâs joking because he couldnât be serious right now. Quickly, you realize that he is indeed not joking, if anything heâs more serious than you were when you told your parents you were moving away.Â
âIâm sorry I spilt my drink but it was an honest mistake. Itâs a stain, you can wash your shirt,â you scoff at him. Unbelievable, you thought. As you roll your eyes, you watch him get red in the face with anger.Â
Jeonghan is a lot more frustrated now that youâre giving him attitude, after the fact that you stained his clothes. His fists begin to ball at his sides, who does this girl think she is?
âYouâve got a lot of nerve. You canât just talk to me that way.â It was his turn to scoff at you, this petty fight between the two of you not leading anywhere.Â
You look him up and down, you could take him in a fight if it came down to it, or at least that's what you like to tell yourself. His body is on the slimmer side, his looks seem to be his only redeeming quality. Long-haired, with long eyelashes; he was a pretty boy, youâll admit that much. Yet his personality is not in harmony with his looks, and you found it to be quite surprising. How can someone so good-looking be so spiteful?Â
âToo bad, Iâve already apologized and tried to make up for my actions. Didnât mommy tell you life isnât always fair?â You mockingly pout up at him as he towers over you. Before Jeonghan could come up with a rebuttal, you walk past him, purposefully knocking your shoulder with his.
âHey! I wasnât done with you! Youâll regret this day!â he shouts at your figure as you walk away from the scene. As you walk away you pray to the gods that this is the last youâll see of the long-haired pretty boy.Â
Little did you know it wasnât going to be your last encounter with Yoon Jeonghan.Â
I.
With desperation you scour multiple sites, looking for a roommate to stay with for the time being. Your move was abrupt, and you didnât have time before you left home to look for a place to stay. For the past week, youâve been staying at an Airbnb, hoping youâd be able to find a place soon.Â
It was about one in the morning when the gods had finally decided to answer your prayers. A listing from a student attending your university was looking for a roommate to split rent with. As you read the listing, prices, and location, everything ticked all your boxes. Releasing a heavy sigh of relief, you message the person who posted the listing, asking if they were still looking for a roommate.Â
You: Hi, is this still available?
 Iâm ok with the rent prices and I can move in ASAP.Â
Hanniehae:Â
yah heres the address.Â
come by tmrw at 2. we can talk about the details in person.Â
Is it dumb of you to move into an apartment without asking any other questions? Yes, it was. But you were desperate to move out of the Airbnb you were staying in. The fees were starting to add up and you couldnât afford to stay there anymore. Plus this is a person whoâs going to the same school as you, they canât be that badâŠright?Â
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It was that bad.Â
As soon as the door to your potential future apartment opens, you come face-to-face with the man who was yelling at you about a coffee stain just a few days ago.Â
His long shoulder-length blond hair is a little messy, his eyes tired, like he had just gotten out of bed. It made you scoff, it's two p.m. but he was sleeping? The other part of your brain is wondering why he looked so good when he had just rolled out of bed. You would complain or at least make a snarky comment but youâre stuck in a predicament where you needed to find a place to stay fast.Â
âSo youâre stalking me now?â he scoffs, his eyebrows scrunching with confusion and a bit of anger.Â
âStalking you? You must think youâre special.â You roll your eyes at him, a sneer already on your face. âNo, dumbass. Iâm here because Iâm looking for an apartment.âÂ
âI donât think itâs very nice of you to call your future roommate a dumbass. My name is Jeonghan by the way.â Jeonghan smirks at you, the gears already turning in his head.Â
He didnât realize you were the one who was inquiring about the extra room last night. This has all gotten a lot more amusing for him since youâve already somehow found a way to get on his bad side. Itâs looking like karma was on his side for today, and he couldnât be more pleased.Â
âNo. I mustâve gotten the wrong number.â You try to deny your fate, looking at the door to see that it is indeed the right place. You curse under your breath as you glance back and forth between the complex number and Jeonghanâs smug face.Â
âWell, you certainly didnât. Here look at the texts, Y/n.â He shoves his phone in your face, and your first name flashes across the screen, proving that he was the person you were texting last night.Â
The back of your eyes feel as though they're burning, why am I always bumping into this asshole? You think to yourself, sighing.Â
âIf you donât want me to live here then fine. Iâll find somewhere else,â you bluff, your pride still standing strong even though you need a place and you need one now. Pretending like youâre about to walk away, Jeonghan grabs your arm before you can go too far.Â
âNo. Whatever I guess, past is past. I need someone to split rent with, and you obviously need somewhere to stay soâŠâ He shrugs as he holds onto your wrist, and you watch how his long and slender fingers wrap around it. The grip he has on you is firm but yet so delicate at the same time.
âFine. Only because I really canât find somewhere else, but once I do, I promise I'll be out of your hair,â you mutter, already not liking the idea of this setup.Â
Jeonghan grins at you, relieved. He was happy to have someone to split the rent with, but what heâs more excited about is the fact that heâll be able to piss you off in closer proximity. You seemed easy to anger and luckily for you, itâs Jeonghanâs favourite pastime to piss people off. Thereâs something about the way you react when youâre annoyed that he finds so amusing, at least you wonât be boring to live with, he thinks to himself.Â
âYou can move in today if youâd like. Thereâs nothing much to talk about, I've already listed everything in the posting. Donât go in my room and I wonât go in yours. Thatâs all,â he says as he realizes heâs still holding onto your wrist. You become aware of it too, pulling back your hand quickly, your face reluctant but you know you canât say no.Â
âFine. Iâll be back with all my things.â You look at him up and down once again, his sleep shorts and shirt baggy on him, but somehow he pulls it off. Especially the long hair, it makes you wonder what secrets it could possibly hold.Â
âI donât need help moving in by the way,â you add.Â
âWho said I was gonna help you?â he chuckled, his arms crossing in front of his chest as he stared at you, raising an eyebrow.Â
Youâve had enough of his egotistical bullshit, flashing him your middle finger as you walk towards the elevator.Â
II.
As you're lugging your belongings into the apartment, you watch Jeonghan leisurely manspread on the couch, watching an episode of Spongebob. Â You canât help but roll your eyes as he acts so nonchalant as you heave your fifty-pound suitcase into the room. Then again, you did say you didnât need his help, so whoâs really at fault right now?Â
Not bringing a whole lot with you, just the essentials, you opted to purchase everything when you found a place to stay. Thankfully, you were able to find a place now rather than later, all because of Jeonghan. As much as you hate him, if it werenât for him youâd still be paying for the overpriced Airbnb.Â
With a slam, you lay out your suitcase that contains practically your whole life. Conveniently enough, the place came fully furnished, so you didnât need to buy a new bed and desk.Â
As you unpack, you reminisce on all the memories your items hold. You really didnât want to leave your city but you knew it was for the best. The toxicity of living with them did impact your mental health considerably. Starting fresh in a new city, a different school; it just seemed like the best thing to do at the time. Now you just hope that in the future you will appreciate the hard decision you had to make.
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It was around eleven p.m. by the time you stepped out of your new room, and you noticed that the devil reincarnated was long gone from his spot on the couch. It wasnât until you got closer to the kitchen that you heard the sounds of a headboard banging against the wall, and that was all you needed to go straight back into your room.Â
âJeonghan! PleaseâŠâ You hear a womanâs voice moan.Â
Running back to your room, you shut the door quickly behind you, you're mortified, to say the least. You barely know Jeonghan, and not even twenty-four hours into moving in, heâs already having guests over? A scoff canât help but leave your throat, at this point, you shouldnât even be surprised, Jeonghan definitely seems like the type to fuck around, even if his roommate was home.Â
As quickly as possible you take out your headphones, not wanting to hear the obnoxiously loud sounds the girl in Jeonghanâs bed was making.Â
âIt canât be that good,â you mumble to yourself, eyebrows scrunched like you were in deep thought. He just canât be, you add to your thoughts, not wanting to give Jeonghan credit for actually being enjoyable in bed.Â
With the whole world shut off, you head to the kitchen, craving a warm cup of ramen and some diet coke. The moment your electric kettle began to boil, you could feel the floorboards move under you slightly. The presence of a body behind you made you stiffen, even though you knew exactly who it was.Â
Not trying to give him attention, you continue to make your food, pretending you canât hear anything but the music blaring through your headphones. That was until they were snatched off your head, the abrupt action making you jump slightly.Â
âWhat do you want?â you sigh, not even bothering to look behind you. Eyes still trained on the water that was filling your ramen cup, making sure it didnât pass the fill line.Â
âI called out your name like ten million times, you didnât answer,â Jeonghan announced, but you donât care. If heâs going to act like heâs the only person living here, then so will you.Â
âWhy would I?â You turn around to look at him now, his face a little too close for comfort. âI was under the impression you were busy with your visitor.âÂ
âI was, she left. I guess you didnât hear her.â Jeonghan shrugs, placing the headphones he stole from you onto the countertop.Â
Jeonghan has always been the type to get bored easily, not wanting to prolong a usual visit, it was better for him to fuck, clean up, then have them leave. No one heâs slept with has ever stayed the night and he preferred it that way. Itâs better when itâs casual with no feelings involved.Â
In short, Jeonghan was a grade-A asshole, especially in your books. A man who doesn't care for sincerity, only convenience.Â
âWhatever, if youâre going to fuck a random chick while Iâm here, you could at least have the decency to be a little quieter,â you grit, your cheeks heating with embarrassment and anger.Â
Even if you didnât like Jeonghan, you wouldnât have done what he did, not that youâve ever had sex, but still.Â
Jeonghan couldnât help but chuckle, the face you made when you got angry really amused him. Something about the way your cheeks would flush and your eyebrows scrunch. Pushing your buttons brought a rush in him that he just couldn't explain, he just wanted to see how far he could go to get you all worked up.Â
âWell, it wouldnât have bothered you if it was you who was in my room instead.â Jeonghan hovers over you once more, the height difference settling within you once again. He lets out the most annoyingly smug chuckle, one that makes your fists ball and your cheeks turn bright red.Â
âFlirting with me wonât get you anywhere,â you spit at him, not wanting to play into his trap.Â
âIâm not flirting, sweetheart, Iâm only telling you the truth,â Jeonghan says with a sing-song voice as he walks away to go back into his room.Â
III.Â
It has been a few weeks since that last incident, and although you hate how Jeonghan continues to bring people over, youâve learned to tune it out. The situation isnât ideal, but all you can think about is the fact that you finally have a place to stay.Â
Being his roommate felt like hell on Earth sometimes, the constant need to pester him about something different each day was starting to push you to your breaking point. Jeonghan was a horrible slob, only half decent enough to put away his own dishes. You tend to find his belongings all over the common area, sometimes it's a piece of clothing that couldnât possibly belong to either of you.
A pink lace bra lying across the couch was pretty much your breaking point. You were so fed up with his constant lack of care for a common space. Thinking it was left from the night before, you decide itâs time to confront him about the boundaries he has yet to stay within.Â
âJeonghan I swear to god if I find another item from one of your flings I willââ You begin to march up to his room, not even bothering to knock this time. The anger begins turning from a bubbling simmer into a full-on rolling boil.Â
Before you could even finish your sentence, you're met with the image of a topless girl hovering over Jeonghan, kissing him like heâs the cure for old age. They both tear apart from each other to look at you, your face resembling the scream by Edvard Munch. This is definitely one of the worst and embarrassing moments youâve experienced in your life.Â
âOh my god! Sorry! Oh my god, I didnât know, Sorry! Sorry!â Youâre rambling out of embarrassment at this point.Â
You hurriedly try to close the door, but before that you fling the bra into his room, flying across and hitting the back of the girl's head as she tries to cover up.Â
âWhat the fuck!â she screams, and it feels like the more you stay, the worse the situation gets.Â
âMy bad!â you yell from the outside of his room, ready to scurry off into the only place you can stand to be in at that moment.Â
As you headed back to your room, you covered yourself in all your pillows and blankets, trying to recover from the embarrassment you felt. It was on you for not knocking before you came in, but you had just been so sick of Jeonghanâs habits, that you were too mad to even think twice. The regret begins to overwhelm you, and you canât help but scream into your pillows.Â
âOf course, he had to just be hooking up with someone. Thank god it hadnât gone any further.â You mumble into your pillow, trying to cover the fact that your whole face resembles a bright red tomato.Â
Before you could spiral any deeper into thoughts of jumping off your balcony, your door bursts open to reveal your very own personal demon, one that took form as your roommate. You donât even turn around, your head still buried in your pillow, instead opting to flip him off for putting you through a traumatizing situation.Â
âSo weâre into voyeurism now?â he teases you, laughing maniacally at your sulking figure.Â
He strides over to the right side of your bed, hovering over where you lay. Words of protest spill out your mouth as you feel him turn you over so your body is facing upwards. Cheeks still flushed from a few minutes ago, you look at him through the slits of your fingers, your palms covering the rest of your red face.Â
âJust leave me be. I did not mean to catch you guys in the act.â You couldnât even make eye contact, your words muffled by your hands.Â
âY/nâŠif you wanted to join you couldâve just asked. You know I could never say no to two of you at once,â Jeonghan snickers, his smirk permanently plastered on his face.Â
Angry at his vulgar statement, you fling upright, your face red with anger instead of embarrassment. As you sit up, you begin to take a better look at his frame. His shirt was nowhere to be found, his boxers peeking out of his grey sweats. You didnât expect him to be so toned, his arms not extremely muscular, but you could tell he worked out at least a little. His height allows his abdomen to be in your line of sight with how you're sitting on your bed. The gulp leaves your throat involuntarily, betraying your facade of anger. A part of you curses him silently for being so attractive, which is something you never want to admit to him out loud.Â
âDonât flatter yourself, asshole.â You roll your eyes, trying to keep eye contact with him, even when his abs are right in front of you.Â
âNext time, put a sock on your door or something. Or at least stop having your hookups leave their shit around the apartment!â An arm extending, motioning over to the living room where you had found the aforementioned bra.Â
âOkay, okay, fine. Jesus Y/n, you know this wouldnât have happened if you just had knocked.â He copies your actions, rolling his eyes back at you. His nonchalant tone never leaves, even in a situation like this. It angered you how careless he is, Jeonghan never cares about anything, and every day you wonder how far he can keep this act up.Â
âI wouldnât have to do all that if you two werenât so careless!â You raise your voice at him, standing up from your bed. The anger shoots through your veins like bullets, how can he be the offended one in this situation? Jeonghanâs audacity never ceases to amaze you.Â
âWhy do you always have a stick up your fucking ass? Do you not get laid or something?â Jeonghanâs fists ball, heâs equally pissed now, appalled at how youâre raising your voice at him right now. âI see how it is Y/n, you know, maybe if you got as much as I did, you would learn to loosen up a bit. It was one bra.âÂ
âYouâre unbelievable Yoon Jeonghan.â You scoff, offended by his words. Itâs not fair that this is the conclusion, even though heâs right, you havenât gotten laid, not for twenty-two years to be exact. âIf I had known that you were this much of a terrible roommate, I wouldnât have agreed to stay.âÂ
âIf I had known that you were such a stuck-up bitch, I wouldnât have agreed to let you live here.â He matches your energy, turning on his heels after, not even letting you sputter out a rebuttal, the sound of the door slamming echoing throughout your room.Â
You stood there in shock, agitated. The silence of your room allows his words to sink into you. Iâm the bitch? Heâs fucking ridiculous, I wouldnât even be acting this way if it werenât for him. Eyebrows scrunched in frustration, you recall the argument you two had, and what frustrated you, even more, is the way conversations you have with him can turn from one to a hundred so quickly. In all honesty, it gave you whiplash dealing with him.Â
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Jeonghanâs blood pressure is at an all-time high. How dare you enforce all these rules onto him, when heâs the one who agreed to let you live with him in the first place.
âPast is past, yeah fucking right,â he mutters under his breath as he sits on his bed, thinking back to the day you showed up at his doorstep.Â
The grudge he held for you spilling coffee on his shirt, that he could get over. But your constant need to dictate his actions? Hell no. He canât let that slide, especially when he was living in this apartment first.Â
Jeonghan canât help but run his fingers through his hair, the stress of arguing with you was catching up to him. Something about you and the way you acted towards him gets him heated so quickly. The effect you have on his mood didnât make sense to him, especially because he considers himself to be a generally careless person.Â
Maybe it was your face or the way your cheeks would flush when you would raise your voice at him. Or maybe the fact that your small frame looked so harmless as you argued with him, the way your hands would ball into tiny fists. Part of him is amused at your anger, until you start to strike a nerve, that's when he begins to lose all self-control. He canât even remember the last time he has fought with someone like this, you really just know how to rile him up.Â
IV.Â
Since that argument with Jeonghan, the two of you have learned to stay out of each other's way. It wasnât like either of you went out of your way to talk to one another before what happened, but there was definitely a thicker layer of distaste now.Â
There are times when he would see you cooking in the kitchen, opting to stay in his room only after you had cleared the space of your presence. It wasnât one-sided either, you tend to only leave your room to cook or head to class. Not bothering to even spare Jeonghan a second glance.Â
Not only was there less clutter in the common spaces, it wasnât completely spotless, but at least he was trying to be more mindful. What surprised you the most was that he didnât bring people over as often anymore, opting to go out late instead. There were mornings when you were forced to face him, passing by him as you left for class, only to realize he was coming home from being out all night.Â
You hear the door beep as you get ready to put on your shoes. Jeonghanâs figure is entering your peripheral vision as he steps through to the mudroom. Pretending like he isnât there, you put on your coat and mitts, leaving the apartment to walk to your next class.
The weather had gotten considerably colder since you first moved into the apartment. Snow was starting to fall to the ground rapidly, the temperature dropping to a whopping negative 20 degrees Celsius. You were concerned, considering you walk to school, but a little snow has never stopped you. And you simply canât afford to skip any lectures.Â
As you make your way to school, you admire how your new city is beginning to turn into a winter wonderland, the people around you all bundled up for the cold weather, as well as the snow that was sticking to the tree branches and bushes. Most people would curse at the weather, but you felt appreciative of all the little things, especially knowing you wouldnât have been able to experience them in your home city.Â
âWell, donât you just look like a cheerful snowman, all bundled up!â Seungkwan notes on your appearance, watching as you sit beside him for your digital marketing class.Â
âGood morning to you too, Kwan,â you roll your eyes at his remarks, your cheeks and nose still red from the cold.Â
Meeting Seungkwan this term was probably the only reason you are still in this class. Not only did he help you improve your comprehension of the class material, but he was also just a joy to be around. His spunky personality shows through even in the most unpredictable situations. Sometimes you wonder why he hasnât thought about going into law, his urge to argue with the professor during lecture always gives you secondhand embarrassment. But at the same time, you canât help but admire his extroverted personality.
âAny news on your roommate? I donât even know why you continue to live with him Y/nie,â Seungkwan shakes his head.âIf I were you I wouldâve moved out after the first incident.âÂ
âWell, I would, but thereâs literally nowhere else to stay. So I kinda have to suck it up or Iâll be homeless,â you sigh, readying your things to head to the dining hall. The grumble in your stomach starts to grow louder with each passing minute.Â
Seungkwan can only sigh, pitying your situation, especially because from what youâve told him, your roommate seems to be a total asshole.Â
Within a few minutes, the two of you reach the dining hall, quickly spotting two big heads arguing over the last piece of pepperoni pizza.Â
âKwon Soonyoung, I swear to good if you donât hand over the last slice.â Seokminâs eyes set ablaze, staring at the slice that Soonyoung doesnât seem to want to relinquish.Â
Every day since you met them, you wonder why Seungkwan thought it was a good idea to introduce them to you, especially because they both collectively share only one brain cell.Â
âOr what Seok? Iâm older than you. How about you respect your elders? I deserve it!â Soonyoung huffs, one hand gripping his tray, his other swatting around aimlessly in the air.Â
They looked like two rabid animals circling around one helpless prey. Seungkwan sighs beside you, not in the mood to deal with his friendâs antics. Tired of hearing them fight over a measly slice of pizza, he tries to separate the two of them, and instead of rectifying the situation, it makes things worse.Â
âSeungkwan gets out of here, it's between me and his greedy ass,â Soonyoung practically barks at the only person trying to make sure no one dies because of a slice of pizza.Â
âIâm greedy?!â Seokmin points to himself in disbelief, and the look on his face shows how offended he really is. âHow can I be greedy, I let you borrow my toothbrush this morning when you lost yours!âÂ
Oh, that's gross, you thought. But knowing Seokmin and Soonyoung, theyâre the type of best friends that act like family.Â
âDude! You canât just be yelling that out loud!â Soonyoung looks at him wide-eyed, coming closer to his best friend. The tray in his hand tipped over slightly, gravity causing it to almost slip off. Soonyoung is now more upset over his secret being revealed than the mediocre food that he was fighting over less than 30 seconds ago.Â
Seungkwan sighs once more, taking the tray from Soonyoungâs hand so it doesnât fall onto the floor. Then no one would get any pizza at all.Â
As you watch them from a few steps back, you see the pepperoni pizza get restocked just behind them. The cooks observe the scene that has been unfolding with an unimpressed look in their eyes. Itâs not every day that you see two idiots fight over something so trivial. Â
âOkay fine Iâm sorry, but you know their pizza is my favourite!â Seokmin apologizes.
âYou two idiots need to stop fighting. They literally put out more, probably because theyâre tired of hearing you guys argue!â You motion over to the fresh pizza.Â
Dumb and dumber stare at each other for a millisecond, then back at the pizza, before speeding over to take enough slices for themselves. You and Seungkwan give each other an exasperated look, both of you questioning why you two are even friends with them in the first place.Â
When the situation finally settled down, Seungkwan began grilling you about your roommate once more. He is so invested in your setup, and even more so because you havenât even told him who youâre living with. It could really be anyone on campus.Â
âY/nie you never told us who youâre roommate is,â Seungkwan cuts off Seokmin and Soonyoungâs conversation about their favourite Pokemon.Â
The three of them throw you curious looks, the spotlight now on you.Â
âOh, really?â You think back to when you first told Seungkwan about Jeonghan, you really didnât think naming him would be vital information. Seungkwan thinks otherwise. âHis name is Jeonghan? Maybe you guys know of him, heâs in our year, after all.âÂ
âJeonghan? Like Yoon Jeonghan?â Seungkwan looks at you, his eyes practically bursting out of their sockets.
âWe donât just know of him, Y/nie,â Soonyoung adds, the grave look on his face indicating that maybe naming him was something you shouldâve mentioned from the start.Â
Seungkwan looks at both Seokmin and Soonyoung, his eyes going back and forth from the two of them to you. Itâs like the three of them could communicate without any words. You knew their bond was strong, but you didnât know it was to this extent.
âY/nâŠâ Seungkwan starts off, placing his hand over yours. âWeâve known him since we were in first year andâŠheâs definitely built a reputation for himself.âÂ
He nudges his head behind you, causing you to turn around. Jeonghan sits there with Joshua, the two of them laughing a few tables before yours. As you observed the two of them, you couldnât help but notice how good-looking he was, especially when there was a genuine smile on his face. A girl was sitting beside him, her arms wrapped around his bicep like he was just going to disappear if he let go. You take note of the fact that she isnât the same girl who you caught in his bedroom the week before.Â
âSo heâs a fuckboy? Thatâs it?â you snort, not really seeing the problem with that. It doesnât matter to you anyway, itâs not like you would ever become romantically involved with him.Â
âWell yes⊠but heâs also just not someone I think you should be around. You two live together, and if you got any closer with him, it just wouldnât end well,â Seungkwan sighs, just wanting to warn you about Jeonghan and his womanizing ways.Â
âHis friend Joshua is pretty nice though,â Seokmin adds. âI donât know why theyâre friends but thatâs just how theyâve been since we started school here.â
V.
The snow has gotten considerably thicker compared to when you first got to school. The snowbanks along the street start to hit you mid-calf, causing you to wonder if you shouldâve taken a taxi home instead. Looking around, you realize that it never stopped snowing from this morning. The chilly weather and the new city experiences are not something youâre used to as someone whoâs lived somewhere warm your whole life.Â
Lights twinkling from shiny Christmas decorations that have yet to be taken down, the cold air that the snow brought along is constantly hitting you in the face. Your cheeks are rosy, your nose running, and the tote bag on your shoulder is constantly slipping off. As annoyed as you feel from all the overstimulation youâre experiencing, you canât wait until you can just go home and rest.Â
When you picked this city as your new place to live, you didnât realize how much you romanticized the winter experience. Itâs nothing like any of those Christmas hallmark movies you watched as a kid.Â
As you walk back to your apartment, you think about what Seungkwan and the boys enlightened you on. The more you begin to learn about Jeonghan, the more you wonder if it was a good idea to move in with him in the first place. There isnât any going back now, youâre pretty much stuck with him till you can find a place of your own. Â
You donât see much of him anyway, itâs not like youâll be forced to be around him 24/7.Â
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âYou know what Shua, sheâs so infuriating. Not even my mom is up my ass like this.â Jeonghan scoffs.
Joshua decided to walk home with him before going back to his place. He quickly realizes that he regrets making that decision because even in the comfort of Jeonghanâs apartment, he still has to listen to him complain about his new housemate.Â
âYou donât have a mom, Han,â Joshua rolls his eyes, he canât keep listening to Jeonghan complain about the same things over and over again.Â
âExactly!âÂ
âSheâs probably not even that bad, youâre always the type to overreact.âÂ
âWell if she just minded her own fucking business, I wouldnât be complaining in the first place,â Jeonghan scoffs, running his hand through his hair in frustration.Â
âWell maybe if you didnât leave shit like your hookupâs bra in the living room, I wouldnât be up your ass all the time,â you scowl, taking off your winter coat as you walk through the door.Â
Itâs a miracle that the two didnât hear you come in; Jeonghanâs complaining was too loud for anyone to hear anything other than his voice. The moment you walked through the door, it was also the first thing you heard, causing you to roll your eyes as you took your boots off. All the excitement you had to get home is long gone.Â
âCoffee girl has a point dude,â Joshua sides with you.Â
âWhat the hell man, youâre my friend, not hers!â Jeonghan raises his voice, obviously offended that his best friend took the side of someone he considered his enemy.Â
Joshua only chuckles at his best friendâs baffled expression, itâs not every day that he sees Jeonghan so easily affected by a girl. In almost every circumstance it was the other way around.Â
âI am your friend but I donât think I could ever live with you,â Joshua laughs.Â
He has a point, you donât think anyone would willingly decide to live with Jeonghan. Except for you.Â
âWell I gotta go, the weather is continuing to get worse. See you around coffee girl.â Joshua flashes you his charming smile, patting your shoulder as he exits.Â
âIt's Y/n by the way!â you yell at him before the door fully closes. The small smile on your face reaches your eyes.Â
It's quickly wiped off when you turn back to see Jeonghan giving you a death glare from across the living room. His strong forearms crossed as he taps his foot impatiently, almost like heâs waiting for an argument to start up again.Â
âNow youâve got Shua taking your side now?â Jeonghan sneers at you, lasers practically shooting out of his eyes with every move you make.Â
âItâs not my fault Joshua has critical thinking skills,â you argue back.Â
Every time youâre near Jeonghan, your blood pressure seems to spike. So much for that one week of peace, itâs obvious youâve struck a new nerve with him. Before the argument could escalate even further you decide to just walk away.
 Retiring to your room, you finally change into some comfy clothes. The whole day had just been extremely tiring, and coming home to Jeonghan starting a new argument with you didnât help. The moment you walk back out you know he will have something snarky to say, so instead you find solace in your own room for the rest of the night.Â
You ponder about why your roommate from hell is the way he is. Does he have an allergy to being nice to people? Maybe he was dropped on his head as a baby? With all the sex he has you would assume heâd be a laid-back person, but his temperament proves you otherwise.
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The obnoxious ringing of your alarm causes you to spring up from your bed. Eyes still droopy with sleep, you haphazardly reach for your phone on your bedside table. Blaming your bad mood and lack of motivation to wake up on the fact that Jeonghan was the last person you thought of last night. A part of you wishes you werenât so eager at the beginning to enroll in classes at the beginning of the term, or else you wouldnât be waking up at seven a.m. for an eight-thirty a.m. lecture.Â
As you begin to check the notifications your eyebrows raise as you read the email sent by your university.
To all students at ____ University,Â
Due to poor weather conditions and an upcoming blizzard, classes will be moved online until further notice. It is highly advised that all students are to stay indoors till the snowstorm passes. An email will be sent out with details on when in-person classes will resume.Â
Thank you and stay safe,Â
____ Universityâs Administration Team.Â
âWhat the hell?â you blurt out in your still-dark room, the light of your screen reflecting onto your face.Â
You fling the comforter off your body to look through the window of your room. As you peer out the glass you notice that the snow had gotten considerably higher overnight. While walking home yesterday, it didnât register in your mind that the excessive snowfall was going to become this much of a problem. Not that you were complaining, this just meant youâre able to sleep in a little more.Â
Jumping back into bed, you realize that because of the advisory to stay indoors, youâre going to have to be around Jeonghan for an unknown period of time. The thought of having to spend time holed up in your apartment with him doesnât particularly excite you, if anything youâre dreading it. Ultimately, you decide that itâs a problem for your future self, lulling back into a much-needed deep sleep.Â
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Itâs past mid-day when your body finally decides itâs time for you to wake up. The light peaking through your curtains blinds you. Your head is still fuzzy from the fact you overslept, you couldnât help but crave a glass of water.Â
As you untangle your limbs from your sheets, you enter the living room, only to be met with the sight of your roommate building Legos while watching an episode of Crayon Shin-Chan. It gives you whiplash, seeing him playing with Legos and watching cartoons. Itâs a stark contrast from when you caught him making out with that girl in his bedroom.Â
You decide to just ignore his presence, knowing that if either of you spoke it would just turn into an argument.Â
âHad a good sleep Y/n? Itâs practically past noon now,â Jeonghan speaks out, his back facing you as he continues to assemble what seems to be a ramen shop Lego set. You roll your eyes at his comment, continuing to fill up your glass with water.Â
âWell I wouldnât be so tired if I wasnât dealing with your shit all the time,â you spit back, glaring at him over your shoulder.
Leaning back against the kitchen counter, you continue to observe Jeonghan playing building his legos, his slender fingers calculated with each and every step as he assembles them. The manual on his lap, while his long blond hair is tucked behind his ear.Â
âYou wouldnât have to deal with my shit if you just minded your own business.â He acts unfazed, still working diligently, not even bothering to look up at you.
Why does he always have some type of rebuttal? It was like he was raised to argue with people. The more you think about it, you realize why Seungkwan has a certain distaste towards him. He would probably argue with Jeonghan more than you do.Â
âAnd I wouldnât have to mind your business if you didnât disturb the peace by being so loud whenever you bring someone over.âÂ
A part of you wonders if in another universe you and Jeonghan actually got along, or maybe if heâs an asshole in every other universe too.Â
âWhatever, I donât bring anyone over anymore. So take what you can get,â Jeonghan sighs, still not caring enough to take his eyes off his work.Â
Although you hate to admit it, he's right. Ever since that argument in your bedroom, he hasnât brought anyone over. Which you're thankful for, but that still doesnât excuse his stuck-up behaviour.Â
You sigh, walking over to sit down next to him. Maybe this is his way of finding a middle ground, heâs probably just as tired from all the fighting as you are. One thing about you is that you know when to yield, and if this is Jeonghanâs way of trying to cause fewer fights with you, then so be it. Jeonghan is human too, so youâll forgive him for now, especially since the fights havenât really been one-sided either.Â
âThank you for that, I appreciate it,â you mumble, taking a look at his Lego manual, and helping him put some of the pieces together.Â
For the first time that morning, Jeonghan looks up at you. You werenât aware of his gaze as you continued to put blocks together, but he really took his time looking at you. The light shining through the windows caused your skin to glow. Your eyebrows scrunched in concentration, tongue slightly poking out. He finds you cute, heâll admit, maybe one of the prettiest girls heâs seen so far in his life, and heâs met a lot of pretty girls. If it werenât for all the disagreements, he wonders if you two would have actually gotten along and maybe even been more than roommates.Â
âIâll be better now, or at least Iâll try to,â he speaks up, eyes still focused on you. As you meet his gaze, you can see he truly meant it. It causes your breath to hitch, it was the first time youâve seen him so serious, but in a positive way. A small smile forms along your lips, and you take out your hand, signalling for him to shake it.Â
âRoommates? This could be a peace treaty of sorts.âÂ
âOkay, roommates. Also, Iâm sorry for saying all those mean things about you, I can become an asshole when Iâm angry,â he apologizes as he gives you a firm handshake. âWhich is a shitty excuse, but still, Iâm sorry.â
âI forgive you, and Iâm sorry too,â you retract your hand, going back to building the miniature ramen shop. âItâs tiring having to argue all the time, Iâm sure it was tiring for you too.âÂ
He chuckles, nodding his head in agreement, and it surprises you a little. Itâs the first time youâve seen a genuine smile from him since you moved in. It felt good to be on the same page with him, the arguing wouldâve definitely caused you two to loathe each other until you finally decided to move out.Â
âThis calls for some type of celebration,â He declared, standing up abruptly to search through the fridge.Â
Jeonghan comes back shortly with a bottle in one hand and two wine glasses in the other. You give him a confused look as he returns to his spot on the carpet. The amused and slightly mischievous glint in his eyes concerns you a little.Â
As he removes the cork from the spine of the wine bottle, you get a good view of his strong forearms. Youâre not sure why it was so mesmerizing to watch him do such a mundane task, but you couldnât tear your eyes away. The veins in his arms become more prominent with each move he makes. Before you know it, heâs pouring you a glass and handing it over to you.Â
âWine? Really? Itâs only 2 p.m.,â you give him a questioning look, youâre hesitant but you take the glass from him anyways.Â
âWhy not? We donât have school tomorrow anyways,â he shrugs, placing the wine bottle down to take a sip from his own glass.Â
You follow his actions, taking a sip of the red liquor, and feeling the liquid overcome your taste buds. Making a small sound of delight, you stare at him with wide eyes, showing him that you like the way it tastes. Jeonghan seems to know his way around wine, because, for someone who doesnât indulge in drinking often, even you enjoyed what he handed you.Â
âItâs good right?â he grins, clinking the side of his glass with yours.Â
You giggle, taking another swig, allowing yourself to truly relax for the first time since you moved in. The buzz of the alcohol already takes effect the more you drink it, causing all your limbs to loosen up.Â
If someone told you that you would be drinking wine and assembling Legos with Jeonghan a week ago, you wouldâve laughed in their face. But now that itâs actually happening, youâre not opposed to hanging out with him like this again.Â
Maybe in this universe, you and Jeonghan do get along.Â
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A couple hours and half a ramen shop later, you can start the really feel the effects of the alcohol. There wasnât much talking between you and Jeonghan, only exchanging a couple words when you got stuck on a part of the build. His voice was soft and nurturing, patiently teaching you when the instructions were unclear. It was the first time youâd heard him so soft spoken, but maybe because every time you two were conversing it was through shouting.Â
âHere, you just need to put this piece there, then it should look like the manual,â he mumbles, taking the platform from your hand to put the block in the right way.Â
His fingers lightly graze yours as he takes it from your hands, the warmth of his touch making you blush slightly. The proximity of your face to his, plus all the wine you had in your system started to make you feel more flustered than normal. In regular circumstances, you probably wouldnât have thought so hard about the small interactions you had with him while you two put the Legos together. But something was hanging in the air as you two shared this moment together, and you couldnât really put your finger on it.Â
âOh okay⊠thanks,â you mumble as you continue on with the instructions. âWhen did you get so fond of Legos anyway?â
âMy dad and I used to build them together when I was younger,â he confides with a sad smile across his face.Â
Jeonghan doesnât really like to indulge in his home life much, but the wine in his system caused his walls to crumble a bit. Every brick he laid to put his feelings behind slowly came undone with each sip he took from his glass.Â
âHe felt bad that I had to grow up without a mom, so he liked to bond over this,â he continues as he motions over to the plastic blocks in his hands.Â
Your mouth went dry as you heard him talk with so much cadence, a part of you felt bad for him, naturally so, but you also empathized with him. Growing up, your home life wasnât the best either, and the fact that heâs decided to tell you something so important made you feel a little bit closer to him.Â
âHe seems like a great dad,â you affirmed, not wanting to press too much because you werenât sure if he wanted to elaborate more on the situation.
Placing your hand on his shoulder, Jeonghan stops and looks at the way you smile at him. It's sympathetic, but he canât tell youâre not doing it out of pity, just understanding. The city lights reflected in your eyes, causing them to twinkle in your now dim apartment. The way you stared at him made his heart skip. At the beginning of the day he saw you as his stuck-up roommate, but now youâre just Y/n, who happens to be his roommate.Â
âHe is, he really did a lot for me growing up,â Jeonghan chuckles, tearing his eyes from you to hide the blush starting to creep up from his neck.Â
âIâm glad to hear that,â you say as your hand goes back to continue putting pieces of Legos together. âMy parents werenât really like that when I was young.âÂ
Jeonghan perks up a little, stunned by the fact that you decided to share a tidbit about yourself. He doesnât really know much about you, so the fact that youâve also decided to confide in him about your family surprised him.Â
âThey were always away when I was kid, they had to travel for work a lot, but I got used to it,â you mutter, not really sure why you felt the need to tell him about the neglect you felt when you were a kid. The topic of your parents was sensitive, and a part of you isnât sure why you felt so comfortable talking about it with someone whom you felt resentment for not more than twenty-four hours ago. Jeonghan should be the last person you talk to about this, but yet you did it anyway.Â
âI only ever saw them on weekends, and even then they werenât the most affectionate people on earth.â A sigh leaves your lips as you recount the years you spent alone. âThey were so busy that they ended up hiring a nanny at some point.âÂ
âThat mustâve been hard, Iâm sorry Y/n,â Jeognhan puts his hand over yours, giving you a solemn look, his frown mimicking yours.Â
The knot in your throat intensified as he stared at you, causing you to swallow harshly.Â
âItâs fine, I got used to it. Itâs the reason why I moved cities,â you admit as he continues to hold your hand reassuringly. âThey just expected so much from me, being the only child and all, and it got so bad to the point that the only time they spoke to me were to criticize my actions. I just knew that I would be happier if I didnât have to be around them all the time.âÂ
 A bitter laugh leaves your lips, the tears in your eyes threatening to spill. If it werenât for the fact that you had alcohol running through your system, you probably wouldnât feel so emotional. Your parents are supposed to be the ones taking care of you and to be there for you when you need to be, but it seemed like the total opposite. Instead, they were the ones you couldnât share anything with, not even when you told them that you got accepted to your dream university. Neither of them ever congratulated you on your achievements or milestones, nothing seemed to impress them.
Jeonghan didnât utter a word, only listening to what you had to say, and it felt nice. For the first time, you could just genuinely share your feelings, without the scrutiny of your parents, without the fear of being ridiculed or being called weak.Â
âYour parents donât know anything about you Y/n, and one day theyâll regret every time they doubted you.â Jeonghan shrugs, and it feels like a breath of fresh air, hearing someone comfort you in a way your parents refuse to.Â
âThank you Jeonghan,â you whisper, blinking away unshed tears. âIâm sorry for dumping all that on you by the way.âÂ
The guilt in your stomach circled as you realized that your tangent went on longer than you wouldâve liked, especially because the conversation was meant to be about him and not you.
It's clear to him that you thought talking about yourself was a selfish act, but itâs not. Jeonghan knew that the reason for your guilt was because of how much your parents neglected and ridiculed you growing up. If anything he feels guilty that heâs only now realizing how nice of a person you are.Â
âDonât be. Iâm happy to listen.â He squeezes your hand, doing what he can to soothe your pain.
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You suddenly wake up to find yourself seated with your back resting against the base of the couch. As you begin to regain consciousness from your cat nap, you hear the tv humming softly, the screen glowing as it plays a random movie. You also realized that your head was resting gently on Jeonghanâs shoulder, causing you to jolt up slightly from your position.Â
âRise and shine sleepyhead,â Jeonghan chirps, chuckling at the way you had just reacted.Â
You donât even remember falling asleep, let alone putting your head on his shoulder as you drifted off. The warmth of his body radiating onto yours, the smell of his cologne wafting off of him and enveloping your senses. At least he doesnât stink, you thought to yourself.Â
âI donât even remember falling asleep, sorry,â you murmured, your cheeks turning red.Â
The ambient lighting reflected onto Jeonghanâs face, the clear view of his smug expression made you want to smack him. Thereâs a glint in his eyes, one that you couldnât really put a finger on. His arm is over your shoulder, which you didnât realize was around you till now. Rubbing up at down your arm soothingly, it causes you to lean into his touch even more. You werenât sure what had possessed you to do so, but all thoughts had left your head. Relaxation flowed through your veins, causing you to not think too much of the situation youâve been put in.Â
His touch is innocent, but the hair on your arm raises with each brush of Jeonghanâs palm.Â
As you became more calm with each second that passed, you put your head on his shoulder once again. Embracing the intimate position youâve been put in with your roommate of all people. You decide to just watch the movie that was playing, even though you didnât know what was going on. Anything to stop you from thinking too much about the fact that youâre practically cuddled up with Jeonghan; the man who you despised not too long ago.Â
âItâs fine, you seemed pretty drowsy from the wine,â he whispers in your ear, his breath fanning across the side of your face from the close proximity. âRemind me not to let you drink so much.âÂ
âI donât drink often, I'm pretty sure I'm still a little tipsy,â you laugh, still staring at the flashing scenes coming off the screen.Â
You can see Joenghan observing you from your peripheral vision, his eyes scanning your face for any type of discomfort. He couldnât tell if it was the alcohol he had drank or the atmosphere of the cozy apartment, but he didnât hate that he was holding you close. You were so focused on the TV, yet he found you more interesting than whatever movie he decided to put on. Eyebrows scrunched with concentration, lips in a line as you continued to pay attention to the characters in front of you. The red tint on your cheeks from the alcohol looked good to him, even when doing the most mundane act of watching a movie.Â
âY/n,â Jeonghan calls out for you with his soft voice, eyes entranced by your beauty.Â
âHmm?â you respond to him, finally meeting face-to-face with him. Taken aback by how close he had gotten as you turned to look at him, your eyes grew wide.Â
He doesnât say much more, only taking his other hand to grab ahold of your chin, levelling your face with his. Looking down at your lips and then back to your eyes, makes your palms sweat. All your thoughts are in disarray as he moves close enough to nudge his nose against yours. Practically tasting you, but not close enough to feel his lips on yours.Â
Frozen in your spot on the carpet, you donât move an inch, even though you could feel him starting to close the gap between you. A part of you is telling you to run away, push him off, anything, but your body stays still. Wrapped in his embrace, you donât want to leave, not even when you begin to feel his lips place a soft kiss on yours.Â
His warm lips are plush as he presses himself against you even more. The world crumbles away as you kiss him back, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to stabilize yourself. He becomes rougher, kissing you with more intent. Jeonghan takes his hand off your chin to wrap it around your waist, pulling you over and onto his lap. You canât help but gasp at how fast heâs able to dominate the situation, but you donât stop moving along with him.Â
For once in your life, you release yourself from self-doubt and overthinking. Letting Jeonghan take over all your thoughts, all of your senses. Itâs all you can think about now, Jeonghan, Jeonghan, Jeonghan, his name replaying in your head. No one else at that moment existed except you and him, and it causes you to kiss him back with the same determination.
He grips onto your hips, feeling you up, kissing you for all heâs worth. As if you're the only source of water during a year-long drought. A groan bubbles up from his throat as you grind yourself against his crotch, and you canât help but moan back in response. He takes that opportunity to force his tongue past your lips, licking the inside of your mouth. It felt so damn good that you can only grind against him harder. The kiss became wetter, messier, with each passing second.Â
âF-fuck, you canât move like that sweetheart,â he detaches his lips from yours, groaning from how you keep pressing yourself against his growing erection.Â
Itâs the first time youâve seen him so flustered, and the look on his face is addicting. Youâve never kissed anyone before, but you were just trying to go along with the flow he had set.Â
âAre you ok? I didnât hurt you, did I?â you pant out, still out of breath from the little make-out session you just had.
You werenât born yesterday, and the more you shuffle against his body, you begin to feel his hard-on brush up against the inside of your thigh. It makes you gasp, you didnât realize how turned on Jeonghan had become just from kissing you. The experience of even just kissing someone was foreign to you, whatever it is that you were doing, he obviously enjoyed it.Â
âOh,â is all you can say after discovering how hard he is under you.Â
âI didnât tell you to stop though, did I?â He says, eyes lidded as he looks at your flushed face.Â
He connects your lips with his once again, his hands travelling up your shorts and under them, groping at the soft skin of your ass, forcing you to grind against his length. A moan leaves your lips as you feel him touch you in such a lewd way, but you donât want to stop. The pleasure of it all rewires your brain as you become more obsessed with the feeling of him all over you.Â
âT-that feels really good,â you whimper against him, shamelessy starting to grind against him on your own accord.Â
He lets out a chuckle before detaching his lips to place wet, hot kisses against your neck, moving down further to suckle on the base of your throat and collarbones. This is the first time you felt someone kiss you there, or anywhere to be honest, but you didnât want him to stop. Not after knowing how good he is with just his mouth and hands all over you.Â
âWe canât keep going or Iâll lose my self-control,â he breathes against your neck, his harsh grip still kneading your ass. The reality of the situation finally seeped into his brain. You whine against him, the last thing you want him to do is stop, but he does so anyway, pulling you off him. The only sound of both of your heavy breathing echoes throughout the apartment.Â
âOh okay,â you feel a little rejected, not sure why he couldnât go any further with you.Â
âItâs not that I didnât like it, but I want you to be fully sober the next time I kiss you,â is all he says before he walks away, going back to his room without another word.
Youâre left dumbfounded; the short, yet hot make out session started to finally sink in. It made you stop and think for a moment, would you even have gone further if he allowed it? Would you have let him fuck you on the floor of your shared apartment? It scared you how fast you made up your mind, the thought of him pleasuring you sending a shock throughout your whole body.Â
Itâs not every day you kiss your roommate who you thought you hated. As you try to recollect your thoughts, you realize how all of this could lead you down a really bad path. But a part of you is curious as to what would have happened if Jeonghan hadnât stopped himself.Â
VI. Â
Itâs the next morning and your university sent out another email that classes will go back to regular scheduling the following day. You felt relief that the snowstorm wasnât too extreme but at the same time, you didnât want to return after the short break. School was the least of your worries though, the thoughts of what happened last night with Jeonghan stayed at the forefront of your mind.Â
You woke up before him, bright and early, others would think youâre just an early riser, but in reality, it was because you were up all night replaying the moments of when you lost your first kiss to your roommate. Not being able to get a wink of sleep, you decided to stay up till morning, early enough to make breakfast for yourself. It made you feel a little pathetic, knowing how easy it was for Jeonghan to conquer all your waking thoughts.Â
If only you knew that he faced the same problem as he tried his best to fall asleep.Â
âMorning,â Jeonghan walks into the kitchen nonchalantly, catching a glimpse of you cooking by the stove.Â
His sudden presence startles you, causing you to yelp out while cooking a batch of scrambled eggs. Turning around your eyes couldnât help but trail down his frame, his long blond hair flowing to his shoulders, not wearing anything but a pair of grey sweatpants, his boxers slightly peaking past the waistband. You were practically drooling as he stood there, his arms crossed accentuating his biceps.Â
âDo you have to sneak up on me every time?â You mutter, breaking away your gaze from his body to regain focus on your current task. The eggs in your pan slightly burnt because of how much Jeonghan distracted you.
He laughs at you, noticing the now brown eggs that sit sadly in your frying pan. Watching your shoulders slump with disappointment, he canât help but admire you right back. Your sleep shorts and long T-shirt did not leave much up to the imagination. It wasnât even noon but Jeonghan couldnât help but imagine fucking you against the kitchen counter.Â
âI didnât know I had to announce my presence every time, my bad, princess,â Jeonghan teases, observing how you react to the name heâs given you.Â
Striding to where you stand, he comes up right behind you placing his hands on your hips, close enough that you could feel his breath tickle the nape of your neck. It leaves you breathless, and you finally understand why so many girls are desperate to get a lick of his attention. Even his slightest actions exude some sort of attractiveness, an effect you didnât fully realize he had till last nightâs hot make-out session.Â
You try to ignore your intrusive thoughts, ignoring how close heâs standing behind you. As you plate up your food, he continues to follow you around, trying to get you to crack under the sexual tension he had created between the two of you.Â
âCould you just stand still for one minute?â you sigh, feeling him coming behind you again, arms around your waist.Â
âWhy wonât you look at me?â he answers you with a question, and you can practically hear the pout in his voice.Â
âMaybe because thereâs a hot pan in my hand right now, and you keep trying to annoy me,â you chastise him, your voice coming out breathier than you wanted. He continues pestering you, feeling up your waist, not wanting to let you go so easily.Â
His large hands hold you close, your ass right against his front as you try to finish up what youâre doing in the kitchen. It was hard to ignore a man like Jeonghan, especially because he was refusing to relinquish his hold on you as you placed the pan back onto the stove to cool down.
âI couldnât stop thinking about you last night,â he admits, his voice a little rough from just waking up.Â
You sigh, turning around to face him, his arms moving to inclose you against the counter. The lust in his eyes is clear as if the only thing heâs hungry for this morning is you.Â
âMe neither,â you whisper back, his body so close to yours to the point that you could hear his heartbeat against his chest.Â
Looking into his eyes, you could see the mischievous glint reflecting against the morning sun. Is it too early for you to be horny for your roommate? Maybe. But you didnât care, after having a taste of Jeonghan last night, all you want is more of him.Â
Once those words were uttered, Jeonghan didnât waste any more time. His mouth claimed yours in a heated kiss, making you dizzy and out of breath. As he forces his tongue past your lips, you canât help but moan out of surprise. The grip he has on you only gets tighter until he lifts you onto the kitchen island, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist. The counter is at the perfect height, allowing you to feel his erection right against your heat. Jeonghan presses into you harder, allowing his clothed length to brush up against you, making you whimper against his lips.Â
âJ-Jeonghan,â you moan out for him as his lips trail down your neck just like last night. The feeling of him pressed up against is so addicting, to the point that youâve forgotten about your breakfast that is plated beside you.Â
He doesnât dare stop showering you with kisses, his hands travelling up and under your shirt to grope at your breasts, playing with your hardened nipples. Heâs thankful you were still in your pyjamas, no bra to stop him from touching your full mounds.Â
âYouâll be my breakfast for today, is that okay with you?â he mumbles against your neck and you can only nod in response.Â
Your eagerness makes him chuckle, and you can feel the vibration of his voice along your skin. He pulls back from you, swiftly removing the oversized shirt you have on. He groans at the sight, seeing your body for on display for him. His hard member twitches in his pants as he takes in every inch of your curves. Jeonghan canât help but dive back into your breasts, taking one in his mouth, licking and suckling on your nipple while he massages the other.Â
âThat feels so good,â you moan, eyes closed as you lose yourself in the pleasure of his mouth.Â
Heâs only paying attention to your chest, but the bottom half of you is becoming wet and needy with every second that passes. Jeonghan is obsessed with the way you moan for him, the sounds coming from your mouth are so unholy, itâs all he wants to hear from you from now on. Just seeing you spread out for him like this is making his thoughts run a million miles per hour. He has so much he wants to do for you, but he decides to take his time, wanting to just savour each inch of your body.Â
âI canât get enough of you,â he sighs, pulling his mouth away from your body, standing back a little to take you in more clearly.Â
You already looked so fucked out, and he loves it. He loves seeing your bare chest heaving, hair dishevelled, lips red and swollen. This image of you is so drastic from when he first met you, he never thought youâd be so submissive and needy for him. The blood rushing from his brain down to his dick, it's almost painful how hard he is, but he doesnât care. He wants to see you come undone from his mouth before anything else.Â
âCan I taste you baby?â he asks so sweetly as if he isnât asking to make you cum from just his tongue.Â
The ache between your legs intensifies, causing you to shut them close to allow yourself some type of relief. Youâve never been this aroused before. Of course, youâve touched and played with yourself before, but youâve never had anyone eat you out. The yearning to experience it grows tenfold as you watch him move closer, removing your shorts and panties in one go.Â
âIâve never done this before,â you admit to him, avoiding his gaze as your cheeks turn red. Your legs shut in an instant as you feel the cold air hit your wet core.Â
Jeonghan sighs, gripping your face between his hands, your cheeks squished between his fingers. His dominant side begins to show as he stares at you with a serious look in his eyes. You find him so sexy as he examines you with so much lust, the wetness in your legs becomes harder to ignore the longer you two stay in this position.Â
âI donât mind, as long as youâre okay with me eating you out,â he assured, waiting for your approval.Â
âIâm more than okay with it,â you nod eagerly, taking his hand off your face and placing it between your legs, âtouch me here, please Jeonghan.âÂ
You sound so needy for him, it makes his head fill with thoughts of you under him, begging him to fuck you harder. But that's for next time, he concludes, right now he just wants you to feel the pleasure of his fingers and tongue.Â
Without pausing, he forces your legs apart, spread for him so wide to the point that your body begins to ache at your knees and hips. Jeonghan doesnât care, his eyes are still trained on your glistening cunt, so exposed for him, all for him. Running a finger against your slit, he tests the waters, and you immediately react with a moan. Heâs barely touched you but youâre so responsive; the sounds youâre making practically frying his brain.Â
He doesnât stop because heâs only focused on making you cum against his mouth. Starting with his fingers, he rubs your clit lightly, giving it much-needed attention. Your hands fly up to his shoulders, trying to stabilize yourself as he continues to play with you.Â
âFuck youâre so wet,â he grunts before inserting a finger into your sopping hole. âAnd so tight.âÂ
You moan as he breaches your entrance with his fingers, the feeling of him inside you making your eyes roll to the back of your head. He takes the intensity up a notch, allowing a second finger past your folds. Youâve never felt this full before, your own fingers feel like nothing compared to Jeonghanâs.Â
âHmm Jeonghan please,â you beg him, for what exactly, you werenât sure; all you know is that you need more of him.Â
Hearing you whiny, breathless and begging for him makes him groan as he watches your face contort with pleasure. The scrunch of your eyebrows as your small hands grip his shoulders in enough to make him cum in his pants.Â
He continues his ministrations, pumping into and out of your pussy till the only thing he can hear is your moans and the sound of your walls squelching against his fingers. The familiar feeling of an orgasm is approaching quickly, causing you to spasm against his wet digits. But he doesnât stop there, instead, he removes his fingers to get on his knees, face levelling with your spent core.Â
âSo wet for me arenât you?â he chuckles as you feel his hot breath against your entrance. âI bet youâre as sweet as I imagined too.âÂ
Taking his tongue he places a long languid lick against your wetness, flicking it up and down till it has you gripping onto his locks. One hand pinning you down as the other teases your hole.Â
The feeling of his mouth against your cunt is much more intense than having his fingers inside you. It felt so good, you thought drool was about to escape past your lips. Jeonghan doesnât go easy on you, even if itâs your first time receiving oral. His mind only focused on feeling you release onto his tongue.Â
âAh! Jeonghan please,â you continue begging, gripping his hair the more his tongue plays with your pussy.Â
He ignores your pleading, thrusting his fingers, tongue sucking and biting on your bundle of nerves. You look down at him, his eyes piercing yours as he eats you out. The image of his mouth on your cunt is so lewd, but you love it. You love having him kneel in front of you, doing what he can just so you can reach your orgasm.Â
âI-iâm gonna cum,â you moan out, your head lolling back as you release onto his tongue.Â
âYou did so well princess,â he praises you, standing up so that you two are at eye level once more.Â
Jeonghanâs chin is wet with your release, his lips red and pouty from how hard he was trying to get you to your climax. He doesnât break eye contact with you as he places his soaked fingers against your lips, forcing you to taste your cum on his fingers. He grins as you obediently lick them clean, imagining it's his cock in your mouth instead. As much as he yearns for more, he stops there, not trying to overwhelm you after such an intense orgasm.Â
âBest breakfast Iâve had in a while,â he smirks as he watches you come down from your high.Â
Collecting your clothes from the kitchen floor, he places them back on your body. Your mind still buzzing with pleasure, and you couldnât find the strength to reply to his comments. Instead, you just allow him to carry you into the washroom to get you cleaned up.
VII.
The last time you had seen Jeonghan was the night before school started up again. The two of you didnât really talk about it after it happened, he just cleaned you up and asked if you wanted to finish the Legos together. He talked to you more about his family but after that, it was mostly silent. You gave up going to bed, tired, and did not want to wake up late for classes the next day. The little ramen shop had been left unfinished, the remaining pieces were few but still scattered on your shared coffee table.Â
Now that you were back to your regular schedule you were starting to feel a little rejected, Jeonghan occupying most of your thoughts, did he miss your presence as much as you missed his? How can two people live together but not get to communicate for even a moment? Everything was fine between you two, except for the fact that he was asleep before you left for school, and you were asleep by the time he got home. It left a weird feeling in your stomach that your last interaction with him was the day he ate you out.Â
 He isnât your boyfriend, youâre not sure if heâs even your friend yet, but you two are something. What do you even call a person who youâve hooked up with and also share an apartment with? There are so many unanswered questions circulating in your brain, but would Jeonghan be able to answer them? It frustrates you how one moment between you changed everything. Youâre a smart girl, but when it comes to men itâs like all knowledge has left your head.Â
âY/n, you okay? Youâre spacing out,â Seungkwan queried, tapping your shoulder to bring you out of your thoughts.Â
âHuh? Oh. Yeah, I'm fine.â You give him a small smile before refocusing on your lecture.
Seungkwan wasnât so convinced, he could tell you had a lot on your mind, but he just wasnât sure what it was. You two have only known each other for a while, so he decided to trust that you were okay, hoping that you would talk to him about it when you were ready.Â
âIf you say so, but Iâm here if you need me.â He gives you a reassuring smile, squeezing your shoulder.Â
It felt nice to know you had someone to lean on when you needed it, to finally have people around you that are aware of your feelings. You knew from the moment you met him that Seungkwan was going to be one of those people you could be friends with for a long time. Heâs so observant, aware of others' feelings, and overall comforting to be around. It made you wonder why you didnât move earlier, especially because the people you were destined to be friends with were here the whole time.Â
âThanks, Kwan, youâre the best,â you whisper, trying not to disrupt the class going on.Â
Even though you tried to focus on what the professor was talking about, your thoughts still led back to the man who lives less than ten feet away from you.Â
âŠ
âYou did all that with her⊠on your kitchen counter?â Joshua gives Jeonghan an incredulous look. âDude we eat there.âÂ
âWell I was eating wasnât I?â Jeonghan bites back, not wanting to hear Joshua scold him.Â
The two of them are sitting on Joshuaâs couch, blunt in hand as they catch each other up on both their lives. It seems that Joshua missed out on a few things since the snowstorm had hit their city. Quite a lot more than he was expecting, but he wasnât all that surprised. He knows if you put a woman and Jeonghan in a room all alone, something is bound to happen.Â
âYouâre actually disgusting,â he rolls his eyes, passing the lit blunt over to Jeonghan. âHave you talked to her?âÂ
Jeonghan sighs, grabbing the weed from his friend to take a hit, the smoke immediately filling his lungs, calming him with every puff that he lets out.Â
He hasnât seen you since the last night of the snowstorm, and he isnât sure where the two of you stand, but he does know that it wonât be the last time he has you cumming for him. Heâll make sure of it.Â
âNo, havenât seen her since that Wednesday,â he shrugs, passing the joint back over to his friend.Â
âBro, what the fuck? Itâs Friday, she probably thinks you donât want to talk to her again.â Joshua gives him a disapproving look, but still takes another puff of the blunt handed over to him.Â
Jeonghan wasnât sure how to reach out to you, he isnât even the type to go back for seconds either. Yet he wants seconds with you, thirds, and even fourths, but how does he tell you that without sounding like heâs completely simp? Itâs just not his style to beg, his pride tends to get in the way.Â
âDo you want to talk to her again?â Joshua asks him, curious as to whether this is someone his friend is actually falling for.Â
Joshua has watched Jeonghan go through his fair share of girl problems, but in all the years heâs known Jeonghan, heâs never seen him fall in love once. He assumes itâs his mommy issues or the fact that he doesnât like being tied down to one person, but even then, the most indifferent of people can fall for the right person.
âI do. Sheâs different, Shua,â Jeonghan sighs, the high finally reaching his brain, the world becoming a fuzzy background.Â
That moment with you two building legos that day lives rent-free in his mind, your willingness to open up to him made him feel warm inside. He felt like the Grinch whoâs heart grew ten times bigger after watching you be so vulnerable with him. The view he had on you changed completely, from being his annoying roommate to a girl whoâs smart, strong, and enjoyable to be around. You two had a lot in common and it surprised him, and it surprised him that he was able to get along with you, despite all the arguing he put you through.Â
âThen what the hell are you doing? Talk to her!â Joshuas chastises him, trying to knock some sense into the idiot he calls his friend.
They both look at each other for a moment, eyes red from the weed they had been smoking. A disappointed sigh left Joshuaâs lips. Even though he could feel his high hitting him, he felt as though he still had more common sense than Jeonghan had when he was sober.
âAnd say what? Hey, I liked eating you out, can we do it again?â Jeonghan scoffs, still not sure how to bring up what had gone down that day.Â
âYes? Thatâs what you want isnât it?âÂ
âIt is, but that makes me sound like a needy loser,â Jeonghan grimaces before finishing off the rest of the shared joint in hand, leaving the rest in the ashtray on the table in front of him.
âYouâre so annoying, let your pride go for once before she starts to resent you again,â Joshua huffs, annoyed that heâs high and still dealing with Jeonghanâs shit, âShe literally just forgave you for being an asshole too, so donât fuck up again please, for my mental health.âÂ
Although Jeonghan hates to admit it, Joshua is right. He knows that he should at least put effort in talking to you, but he just doesnât know where to start. Hopefully, youâre still willing to talk to him, or else Joshua might just nag his ear off till heâs old and shrivelled.Â
VIII.Â
Beep beep beep. Click.Â
The sound of the door unlocking brings you out of your thoughts, and you know exactly who it is. Your heart is pounding out of your chest as you sit on the couch, attempting to act unbothered as Jeonghan makes his way past the front entrance. Conflicted on whether you should address his presence or not, you decide to continue watching Gossip Girl as if heâs not there.Â
âY/n.â Your heart skips a beat as you hear him call out for you.Â
You donât even look at him, just letting out a âHmm?â, eyes pretending to be trained on the TV. Thereâs a little bit of shuffling in the front room before he comes over to sit beside you on the couch.Â
Jeonghan settles down a little too close to you, close enough for you to smell the scent of cologne and weed waft off of him and into your nostrils. The smell is strong yet not unpleasant, if anything you felt more attracted to him because of it.Â
âIâm sorry we didnât get to talk sinceâŠâ He trails off, causing you to finally glance over at him.
His eyes were a bit red and glossed over, he mustâve still been a little high. The way he was staring you down like he just wanted to eat you, it was intoxicating.Â
âYeah, I guess we didnât get to talk about what happened in the kitchen.â You try to keep your cool, but on the inside, you were freaking out.Â
Not only because Jeonghan was actually making an effort to talk about what happened, but also because he looks so good right now. The lazy smirk across his face as he slowly invades your space is causing your brain to short circuit.Â
Putting his arm around you, he leans into the couch a little more, wanting to fill all his senses with you and you only. âI liked it a lot. I just wanted to let you know.âÂ
âOh,â is all you can say as your heart starts to pound in your chest.Â
You werenât sure on how to reply, this is the first time youâve casually hooked up with someone. It was the first time youâve hooked up with someone in general, and even though you want to proceed with caution, itâs like all thoughts leave your head when Jeonghan is around you.Â
âI liked it too,â you finally tell him, scared he might just be saying all this because heâs still high.Â
The same lazy smirk appears his on face again, eyes lidded as he stares at your features. Images of you cumming on his tongue fill his thoughts again; he can already feel all the blood rushing to his lower half. Just the sight of you spread out on the countertop for him could get him to cum in his pants, no matter how experienced he is. It hasnât happened to him before, but you may just be the first person to get him there.Â
âWould you be down to do it again?â he propositions, searching for any type of indication that you would indulge in his darkest fantasies.Â
You look at him with uncertainty, even though you liked how he ate you out, would it be worth it to do it again? Would it be worth it to give him a piece of you, one that you thought you were going to save for someone who truly loved you? Thereâs so many questions youâre asking yourself, but the way Jeonghanâs gaze is trained on you has all those thoughts slipping away from your brain at the speed of light.Â
Before even getting the chance to speak, you decide to let your actions do the talking instead.Â
With one abrupt motion, you settle yourself on Jeonghanâs lap, immediately placing your lips on his with a sense of urgency. Heâs taken aback with how forward youâve become, but lets himself melt into the kiss regardless. Gripping harshly onto your hips, he kisses you back with as much passion, licking the inside of your mouth as if it holds the answers to all his problems.Â
A moan slips past your lips as you feel his growing bulge rub against you through your thin sleep shorts, the way itâs poking at your clothed clit in the most delicious way has you going delirious with pleasure.Â
âYou sound so pretty when you moan like that,â he breathes against your neck, kissing his way down to your collarbones.Â
As you lean more into his touch, Jeonghanâs hands find themselves back under your shorts once more. Gripping the flesh of your ass harshly before reconnecting your lips with his in a sloppy, wet kiss. His touch is hot and addicting like you could spend hours on top of him like this. The feeling of his body under yours has your stomach doing backflips as he continues to kiss you till your lips are bruised and red.Â
âMore,â you beg him, trying to indulge in all the pleasure heâs giving you.Â
Jeonghan pulls away, his eyebrows raising with intrigue as he finally sobers up from his high. He wants nothing more than to take you onto his bed and fuck you like no tomorrow, but he has a feeling that that wonât happen tonight. Not that it bothers him, just that he wants to be in a better state before feeling you around his achingly hard dick.Â
Itâs so out of character for him to take things slow, especially because heâs always been a one-and-done type of guy. But this is different to him, hooking up with you is like heâs experiencing it all for the first time again.Â
âYou want me to fuck you, donât you?â The wolfish grin on his face reaches his eyes, satisfied with how cock drunk you look, and heâs barely touched you yet.Â
Nodding vigorously with pleading eyes, you grip his biceps in desperation. He doesnât concede to your request just yet, instead, he simply pulls you off his lap to take you to his room. You follow him wordlessly, nervous as to what he has cooking up in that delinquent brain of his.
He sits you on the bed, telling you to stay put as he ruffles around his room in search of something. As he continued to seek out whatever it was, you began to take a look around his room, realizing that youâd never actually been inside it. The decorations adorning his room made it look so cozy; especially the warm mushroom lamp sitting on his nightstand and the fluffy blankets that lined his bed. The initial impression of his room screamed Jeonghan, especially because itâs so calm and comforting, even if your first impression of him was the complete opposite. After getting to know him a bit more, his personality translates clearly into his choice of decorations.Â
âFound it!â he exclaims, turning around to show you what's in his hands.
A small bong in one and a tiny bag of weed in the other. You give him a questioning look but you already know what he is trying to allude to.Â
âYou want me to try it?â you ask him with uncertainty, but also not completely against the idea.Â
He nods before quickly leaving to fill the glass bowl with some water. Only a few seconds later, he returns, taking a seat beside you on his bed. You werenât sure what to do so you moved to lay against his headboard, watching him as he meticulously prepared the weed to pack into the bowl. His slender fingers wrap around the grinder till the flower is fine enough to smoke. Continuing to observe him, your eyes waver to his form, hunched over next to you as he places a few sprinkles of the drug into the slider. His biceps flex and unflexing with each movement he makes causing your mouth to salivate. You never thought someone could look so attractive simply packing a bowl of weed.Â
âIâll show you how itâs done first,â he smirks, already loving where this is going.
Just because he wonât fuck you tonight doesnât mean you couldnât have a little bit of fun in the meantime.
Jeonghan takes his lighter, sparking the drug till it's ready to be inhaled. The water inside the bong begins to bubble as he inhales, allowing the smoke to enter his lungs. Once all the white smoke leaves the stem he holds it in his mouth, dragging you by the arm to bring you closer to him. You arenât sure where this is going, but you decide to just follow his lead.Â
His face comes closer to yours, one hand on the bong to keep it steady, his free hand reaching for the side of your cheek, pulling you into an almost kiss. While his hand is on your cheek, he pulls your lower lip down with his thumb, indicating for you to open your mouth for him. He holds his breath till you comply, not wanting any of the vapour to go to waste.Â
Once you do what he wants, he moves in even closer, till your lips are whispering against his. Then he lets go, allowing the smoke to enter your mouth, noses brushing against one another from the close proximity. Â
âBe a good girl and inhale it for me,â he mutters, eyes trained on your face as you oblige to his request.Â
The smell of the weed and his scent make your insides melt, and you can feel the wetness of your arousal starting to stick to your panties. You know enough about the drug to know that the effects of the weed wonât hit you right away, but the new experience is starting to excite you, making your body jitter with anticipation.Â
Placing the bong on your lap, he packs another bowl expertly like itâs his everyday routine. You copy what he did earlier, placing your lips inside the rim and looking at him through your lashes as he lights it up. The water begins to bubble again as you try to inhale as much smoke as possible, but you are only able to take about half of what is in the stem.Â
Your lungs felt like they were on fire, causing you to cough a bit from the heat of the smoke. Jeonghan only chuckles at your reaction, finding it endearing how hard you tried to take it all. He finishes off the rest of whatâs left, blowing it out once it was inhaled properly before placing the glass onto his nightstand and pulling you onto his lap once more.Â
âYou did pretty well for a newbie,â he laughs, eyes lighting up as he notices that your gaze is now glossed over, the weed finally taking its effect.Â
The heat on your cheeks clearly indicated that you felt flustered, all you wanted now was for him to pleasure you like he did once before. You hide your face into the crevice of his neck, not wanting him to see how red your face has gotten.Â
âI didnât think the first time Iâd try weed would be with you,â your voice is muffled, still not really fully grasp the situation, or how you even ended up on his bed both high and horny.Â
âDid you enjoy it at least?â he asks you, pulling your face out from where you were hiding.Â
You nod, not able to look him in the eye as he rubs his hands up and down your sides, soothing you while your brain becomes foggy with thoughts of only him. Leaning into his touch more, you place a peck on his lips, giggling at how innocent it is compared to the position youâre in right now. He smiles up at you before leaning into you to give you a proper kiss.Â
Youâre completely engulfed in him, the weed heightening your senses, making you more sensitive to his touch. Every brush of his fingers is like a burst of mini fireworks exploding against your skin. It felt so good, having him in this way, underneath you and feeling the same sensations that you were experiencing.Â
He groans as you deepen his kiss, grinding your hips against him just like you did not too long before. Jeonghanâs hands massage your bare thighs, wanting to hold onto you till you are out of breath.Â
âFeels good, doesnât it,â he mumbles against your lips, and you can only moan back in response.Â
âWant you, please Hannie.â Your brain is mush, the nickname slipping past your lips accidentally, but with the way he groans, you can tell he enjoys the sound of it.Â
Pulling away from his face completely, he watches your red eyes beg for him to take you. His resolve falters a little bit, but heâs adamant about his decision. He wonât fuck you, not when youâre both high.Â
âNot today love, not like this,â he sighs, kissing up your neck, marking you till a little bruise forms.Â
You whine, gripping onto his hair, letting the strands flow through your fingers. He enjoys the way you tug at him, his boner twitching underneath you. The feeling of his hard length flush against your clothed core makes you grind against him even faster. It made you wonder what it would feel like if he was actually in you, his length filling your velvet walls, but you donât mind waiting till youâre actually sober enough to register everything.Â
âI want to do something for you though,â you pout, your lip jutted out slightly.Â
Sheâs cute when sheâs high, he thinks to himself, enjoying this new side of you. Needy, submissive, just wanting to give yourself up to him.Â
âFuck, youâre adorable,â he says as he rests his head against the headboard, wanting to observe your every feature. âWanna suck me off? Would you do that for me, baby?âÂ
You donât need to be asked twice, getting off his lap till your face is positioned in front of his clothed erection. Jeonghanâs upper body is sat against the headboard, your intoxicating figure between his legs.Â
This is the first time youâve had the opportunity to give someone oral, and you were a little bit nervous about what to do. The anxious look on your face is clear as Jeonghan looks down at you. Luckily enough, youâve seen a few pornos in your lifetime, so you use that to guide you on what to do next.Â
A hand creeps up towards the band of his sweats, pulling down on both his pants and his boxers till his hard member slaps against his stomach. Jeonghan lets out a hiss as the cold air hits his length, the tip red and dripping with pre cum. The length surprised you, and you wondered if it would even fit inside you at all.Â
You start by pumping his hardness up and down, collecting the drops of cum to lubricate your movements. Jeonghan gasps at the feeling, watching your small hand wrap around him. The lewdness of the situation turned him on even more.Â
âYouâre doing well baby,â he lets out with a strangled grunt, trying not to cum at the sight of you playing with him.Â
The confidence of his praise radiated throughout your whole body, leading to your rookie mistake. You engulf his length in his mouth, trying to fit the whole thing, just wanting to give him the same pleasure he gives to you. Jeonghan yelps from how quick you are to take him whole, grabbing you by your hair to remove you from his dick.Â
âFuck, just wait, try starting slower, maybe lick it a little first,â he says with laboured breaths, trying to calm down from the heat of your mouth.Â
Your cheeks flush from his advice, letting out a small sorry before doing what he says.Â
Going slower this time, you stick your tongue out, licking and kissing up and down his member, hearing Jeonghan let out a satisfied sigh. You watch him through your lashes, his eyes lidded and red, filled with want as you continue your ministrations.Â
âJust like that, fuckâŠâ he continues to praise you, his fingers carding through the strands of your hair, helping you get it out of your face.
Your confidence peaks again as you begin to take his tip into your mouth. Sucking on it like it was a popsicle on a hot, sunny day. Jeonghanâs head lolls back and he begins to push your head down to take more of him. Going along with the rhythm, you slowly take more and more of him, to the point where his tip starts to hit the back of your throat. It almost makes you choke, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.Â
Jeonghan on the other hand is completely enraptured by you and the way youâre taking his cock so well. The feeling of release slowly starts to creep up as you continue to bob your head down, the sounds of your mouth being fucked by Jeonghanâs member filling the room.Â
âI'm close,â He groans, his grip on your hair tightening.Â
The pace he set starts to speed up as you continue sucking on him, the underside of his length constantly being brushed by your wet tongue. The hand you placed on his thigh moves to massage the rest of him, the combination of both your hand and mouth sending Jeonghan over that impending edge.Â
âFuuck,â he swears, releasing his sticky load into your mouth. He watches you as you begin to sit up, not sure what to do with his cum, âSwallow it.âÂ
You do what he says, swallowing his seed. It didnât taste as horrible as you expected it to, but it was extremely salty, causing you to make a face after.Â
He only laughs at you, but pulls you into a kiss, placing you back onto his lap. Jeonghan admires your form, his hands trailing on your soft skin under your shirt. He gives you a look, silently asking permission to take it off of you, making you nod. Pulling it off, he goes straight for your breasts, kissing and sucking on them. You couldnât help but moan, your hand finding its way to his long hair once again.Â
âYou must be soaked down there by now,â he mumbles as he continues to pepper kisses along your chest. âWant me to help with that?â
âPlease.âÂ
He smiles against your breasts, clearly enjoying how needy you are getting for him. Grabbing you by the waist, he flips the two of you around till you're laying underneath him. A sound of surprise leaves your lips, but Jeonghan only smirks, ready to devour you.Â
The next piece of fabric to leave your body is your shorts, then your panties. He throws them over his shoulder without a care in the world. The only thing heâs focused on right now is to make you feel good.Â
He hooks the back of your thigh on his shoulders, your pussy glistening under the ambient lighting. Licking his lips, he doesnât waste any more time teasing you, diving into the heat of your core. The pads of his fingers are prodding at your entrance, his tongue suckling on your puffy clit.Â
The overflow of senses causes your hips to jolt up, and the sound of a half scream half moan fills Jeonghanâs ears. He hums against your mound in approval, enjoying how he has you squirming. The vibrations of his low voice make your eyes roll back, palms gripping the sheets as he continues to lick at your folds.Â
âHannie,â you whine, the nickname sounds like heaven to him coming from you.Â
Jeonghan starts to get tunnel vision, focused on getting you to release, fast and hard. Two fingers breach your entrance, pumping in and out of you in a rushed pace. The feeling of his mouth right where you need it causes your spine to tingle, your head still buzzing from the high the weed gave you. This time is much more intense than the last, your legs wrapping themselves around his head like earmuffs as he continues to eat you.Â
Every push and pull of his fingers, every lick from his tongue, you feel like youâre going crazy in the best possible way. The sound of him fingering you bouncing off the walls of his bedroom adds to it all. He begins to pay extra attention to your sensitive bud, kissing and sucking until he feels the gush of your orgasm on his fingers.Â
âHannie, please.â Youâre practically sobbing from the pleasure, your body trying to recover from the intense climax.Â
He looks up at you from where heâs laying, your face fucked out, lips swollen, body covered in purple and red from when he was marking you earlier. You looked like his own personal angel, one that came down from heaven just for him to corrupt. He loved the thought of being able to see you in such a compromising position, legs spread and wet from his saliva and your arousal. The tears falling down your cheeks are his favourite part, the fact that he can have you crying and begging for him in seconds gives him an unexplainable rush.Â
Your eyebrows are knitted, breathing laboured from the high Jeonghan gave you. A high that is a million times better than the weed you smoked less than a couple hours ago.Â
âYouâre so fucking sexy like this angel,â he coins a new pet name for you, it fits you so well. Your body practically glowing after he had his way with you.Â
âIâm tired now,â you pout, taking his chin into your hand, and guiding him back to you until the two of you are face to face.Â
âYou can sleep here if youâd like,â he mumbles, kissing your cheek, then your lips, then your forehead.Â
Without a single protest, you get comfortable under his covers, letting his arm wrap around your bare waist as the two of you drift off. The oral sex had sucked out all your energy, literally. The high from the weed began to come down shortly after your orgasm, making your eyes droop and you into a dreamless sleep.Â
Jeonghan didnât fall asleep right away though, instead, he opted to watch your peaceful expression, your breathing becoming even as you lay beside him, your arm on top of his as you held him close. Heâs completely enamoured by your beauty, it really does feel like you are his personal angel, one sent in disguise as a once annoying roommate. His view of you has completely changed; his thoughts lately have all been connected to you, to the point where he doesnât think about anything else. None of it settled right with him. The fact that a single thought about you brought him peace, a feeling he didnât get to experience as often till you.Â
 For the first time in his life, he allowed someone heâs hooked up with to stay the night, not being able to bear the thought of sending you to your own room. He wants to be beside you, even if it means he is breaking the rules heâs set up for himself.Â
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When you wake up the first thing you hear is someone snoring in your ear. At first, it alarms you, till you remember you fell asleep in Jeonghanâs bed last night. Your eyes are wide as saucers when you realize that heâs the one gripping your waist while you lay with your back towards him. But what makes your heart skip a beat is how he didnât ask you to go back to your room after you hooked up. You recall the fact that none of Jeonghanâs previous flings were allowed the stay the night. He didnât have to tell you that, but you knew from observation that it wasnât something he let just anyone do. It makes you feel special knowing he asked you, thatâs until you recall what type of relationship you two have.Â
To him, youâre just another girl heâs hooking up with, thereâs no label on it. He hasnât taken you on a date or told you he likes you, so what are you to him? Just his roommate he likes to have fun with? It made your head hurt thinking about it so early in the morning.Â
You turn to face him, his grip unconsciously tightening with your slight movement. Taking a closer look at him, youâre surprised at how calm he looks while heâs asleep. His face was in a rested state, with no smirk, not even a furrow of the eyebrow. Just Jeonghan.Â
A strand of hair covers his face, tickling his nose. Before you can think, your hand moves to brush the single strand away, placing it behind his ear as he continues to sleep.Â
The fact you can even lay here, this close to him, watch him rest peacefully, made your heart do backflips. If someone were to watch from an outside perspective they would assume the two of you are dating, but unfortunately, thatâs not the case. The lines of your âfriendshipâ with him have blurred since you two started hooking up, and itâs making you wonder if you should detach from him before things get increasingly complicated.Â
You sigh out loud, taking one last look at Jeonghanâs sleeping form. Giving him a kiss on the forehead before you collect your clothes and leave his room.Â
 IX.Â
âSo youâre telling me that you and Jeonghan have been hooking up?!â Seungkwanâs jaw drops. âLike Jeonghan, Jeonghan? Yoon Jeonghan, the one I specifically warned you about?âÂ
You canât help but roll your eyes at your friend as you watch his reaction to what you just told him. Honestly, itâs still hard for even you to believe, that you literally live with the man.Â
Seungkwan invited you for a study session, which failed miserably after hours passed just catching up. You two decided to just give up and go to the dining hall to eat lunch instead, and then he asked you how things were going with your roommate, one thing led to another, and now youâre getting an earful.Â
âYes! Last time I recalled, thereâs only one Jeonghanwe both know.â You roll your eyes at him, not wanting him to air out your business to the rest of the students in the dining hall.Â
He side-eyes you, but you donât want to hear it from him. You already knew that whatever you had going on with Jeonghan was a bad idea, you didnât need Seungkwan to tell you that too.Â
âI hope youâre being careful Y/nie,â he sighs. âJeonghan and feelings donât mix.âÂ
You hate to admit it, but heâs right, you know Jeonghan is trouble, but you canât help but continue to give in to his temptation every time heâs around you.Â
âI know. Iâm trying, but honestly, Iâm scaredââ Your conversation gets cut off by your phone ringing Your heart drops to the pits of hell when you see the contact ID flashing on the screen. Mom.Â
You scramble to pick up the phone, a shaky sigh leaving your lips as you hear your momâs voice through the speaker.Â
âY/n? Me and your father would like to have a chat with you,â your mom sighs, the background sounding busy, kind of like how busy it sounds in the dining hall right now.Â
âM-mom? What? Why?â you stuttered.Â
Now youâre even more worried because your mom doesnât call you unless itâs absolutely necessary. Your relationship has never been good, but it got increasingly worse when you told them you were moving away.
Seungkwan who is sitting across from you peers at you with curious eyes. Heâs one of the only people who know what youâre parents are like. There have been many drunk conversations about how much you resented them, and he would be there to comfort you every time.Â
âWell, weâve come to visit, thatâs why,â she declared.Â
Shit, shit, shit. Youâre absolutely fucked.Â
âHuh? Why?â you continue to press her for answers.Â
The beating of your heart intensifies as you begin to look around the dining hall, immediately zeroing in on the woman who looks exactly like your mom. If the world ended today, you would die happy. Nothing scares you more than having the people you ran away from showing up at your doorstep, a metaphorical doorstep in this situation.Â
She spots you almost immediately, your dad points you out because you were probably the only two people who were talking on the phone right now.Â
The line drops dead the moment you two make eye contact, and for the first time in months, you feel exactly the same way you did when you were still a child. Fearing your parents, having to be around them, enduring their every insult, it was all rushing back to you. You could feel the bile rise in your throat, eyes glossy as she makes her way to your table.Â
âY/n,â her tone was still as cold as the day you left.Â
She glances over at Seungkwan with a grimace, the same one she gave you growing up. It angers you how easy it is for her to look down on one of the people you care about most, but Seungkwan isnât the one to cower over anyone. He returns her scowl before promptly bidding you farewell, emphasizing that you should text or call him when you are free. You know that it was Seungkwanâs way of telling you to be careful and that heâs here for you once your parents leave. To say the least, youâre grateful that heâs your friend.Â
âMom, dad,â you match her tone.Â
Standing up from your table, you finally meet with her at eye level, putting on a brave face, attempting to show her youâre not scared of her like you once were. Youâre older now, but for some reason every time youâre around your parents you feel like that little girl again. The one who didnât know why her parents couldnât give her an inkling of their affection, a girl whom they raised through nannies, the same little girl they abandoned time and time again.Â
âWe just wanted to know where our daughter is going to school,â your dad says sternly, his cold demeanour unwavering. âWe canât just pay for it without knowing.â
âWe also want to see where youâre living.â your mom adds, looking around to judge the state of the dining hall.Â
You sigh, a part of you shouldâve expected they would come to visit at least once, they are still paying for your tuition. Even then, you just didnât want to think about seeing them again, just imagining it stresses you out beyond belief. You shouldâve known theyâre only concerned because they invested their money into you and going to school here. Youâve learnt a long time ago that their money will always be more important to them than their own daughter. Always.Â
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In the past few hours, they forced you to tour them around the campus, meet with almost every professor you had for the term, and request a report of your grades from the admissions office. The exhaustion caught up with you quickly, physically and mentally. You felt bad for any of your professors who decided to leave their office hours open, even though it was a Saturday. Watching their confused expressions as they endured every question your parents had asked them.
You walked with them to your apartment in complete silence, and all you could think about was whether Jeonghan was home or not. The day went by excruciatingly slow yet you still didnât have enough time to warn him about your parents' surprise visit.Â
Once you finally reached your building, you let them in begrudgingly, their faces filled with disgust as they invaded your space. Your mom is especially annoying, running her fingertips against the counters to check for dust; her designer bad tucked securely against her body as if someone was about to break into the apartment at any moment.Â
You roll your eyes at her actions, offended that she thought that way of your home. Especially because you deemed it as a safe place to live, not really having any issues since you moved in.
âY/n, youâre home?â Jeonghan calls out for you from his side of the apartment, causing you to jump slightly from the sudden sound of him shuffling around.Â
Your parents give you an inquisitive look, confused as to why you didnât mention that you were living with a roommate.Â
Jeonghan emerges from the bathroom, shirtless and his long hair damp, using a towel to dry his hair. Your eyes widen at the sight, and you can hear your mom audibly gasp behind you. The blush on your cheeks grows as you start to fully register the situation youâre in.Â
Before you could even begin to answer him, your mom tugged your arm harshly, pulling you into your bedroom before closing the door.Â
âWhat the hell were you thinking, Y/n?!â she practically screams, as if she caught you in the middle of doing the deed. Her eyes are wide, completely in shock at the fact that youâre living with someone else, especially because the person youâre living with is of the opposite gender.Â
âY/n, why didnât you mention that youâre living with someone, let alone a man,â your dad doesnât raise his voice, but you could tell that he was equally as pissed as your mom.Â
Oh, this is really bad, you thought. You couldnât even look them in the eyes, not sure how to respond to their harsh inquiries. A part of you wants to cry, scream, anything, just so that they would leave. Praying to god that they would just go back to your hometown, and not to be seen again.Â
âI was thinking that I needed a place to live, and I canât possibly pay rent alone,â you shrug, the anger starting to rush through your veins.Â
Youâre done with your parents, youâre done with their constant ridicule, their need to judge everyone with their noses up in the air, as if theyâre better than every person they pass as if theyâre better than their own child.
Sometimes you wonder if youâre mother actually gave birth to you, because if she did, why does she treat you like an investment instead of a daughter?Â
âYouâre being incredibly stupid Y/n, we will not tolerate what youâre doing here,â your mom scolds you like youâre a child. âYou better come back home, this place isnât up to standard! You live with a guy who looks like he sells drugs for godâs sake.âÂ
âHe has a name you know, and he doesnât sell drugs!â you say with exasperation, tired of the constant criticism and belittling.Â
âYou donât get to talk to us like that,â your father seethes, eyes blazing with anger.Â
âI donât need you two, you know. I had enough money to pay for the tuition, but yet you offered!â you yell. âIf you two donât like that Iâm living with a man, then fine. I donât care, cut me off! Iâm tired of the two of you judging my every move, itâs the reason why I moved out in the first place. Do you even care about me? Or are you just here to make sure youâre getting your moneyâs worth?âÂ
âDonât you dare raise your voice at us, young lady,â your mother threatened, pointing a finger at you.Â
âSee! You guys donât even deny it,â youâre practically on the verge of tears, but you try to stay strong, âIâm not sorry for moving out, if anything it was the best decision Iâve made in my entire life.âÂ
âIt better be because we will not accept you if you decide to come back to us when your money runs out,â your dad huffs, not even addressing anything else youâve said prior.Â
This is so typical of them, ignoring your desperate pleas to just admit that they donât really care about you. It frustrates you beyond belief, but at least now youâre sure. This little visit of theirs confirms they donât have a loving bone in their body.Â
âLeave. I donât want you contacting me ever again,â you sneered, motioning over to the door.Â
As quickly as they came, they left without sparing you another glance as they made their way out of your home.Â
Once they had gone, you felt everything in your body collapse, the stress of your fight with your parents finally catching up to you.Â
X.
ౚৠbefore Y/n comes home with her parents
Jeonghan woke up that morning with a lingering feeling of exhaustion from last night. He stirred in his sleep, subconsciously reaching for your warmth to realize that you were already gone; your half of his bed was left cold, the sheets wrinkled with the memory of where you had slept.Â
There was a tight feeling in his chest knowing you didnât stay in bed with him, but he kept reminding himself he had no right to yearn for you. He doesnât have the right to ask you to stay, to cuddle with him, laugh with him. Jeonghan doesnât feel as though he has the right to admire the crinkle in your eyes when you smile wide, or the way he can see the stars shining in your eyes when you talk mindlessly about your passions.Â
After everything, Jeonghan knows he doesnât have the right to you. He knows all these things, and he knows enough to convince himself to not pursue you, but heâs a selfish being, and like the selfish being Jeonghan is, he only wants you.Â
Jeonghan spent the rest of his Saturday in peace, or at least that is what it would seem like from an outsiderâs perspective. In reality, his every waking thought is about you, or what you are doing, or who you are with. It feels so foreign to him, thinking about a girl heâs barely slept with. The fact that he is concerned about you scares him, but he still canât stop himself from wondering anyway.Â
Instead of facing his feelings head-on, he does what he does bestâcalling up Joshua and asking him to get high.
âItâs fine if you like her,â Joshua mumbles, trying to cure his munchies by snacking on turtle chips, âWhat did you expect? You spend so much time with her, sheâs literally your roommate.âÂ
The two of them sit on the couch, taking hits back and forth while watching South Park, their favourite show to binge while they get high. Except Jeonghan could barely pay attention when you are constantly tormenting his innermost thoughts. Not even a high that has saved him countless times could save him from you.Â
âIs it normal to think about someone this often? I feel like Iâm going crazy,â Jeonghan sighs, taking another hit from Joshuaâs dab pen.Â
âYouâre not going crazy, youâre just falling in love.âÂ
XI.Â
 ౚৠafter the fight with y/nâs parents
The soft knock on your door brings you out of your thoughts, causing you to move from where you sit lifelessly, tears staining your cheeks. Your limbs feel heavy like your muscles were a pile of bricks. The few steps from the door feel like itâs taking hours, the weight of the door knob causing your wrist to ache.Â
By the time you open the door, the first thing your eyes meet is the worrying look on Jeonghanâs face. His eyebrows knotted, lips turned down in a frown. All he wanted to do was wrap his arms around you and shield you from all the horrors of the world. That's what he tries to do at least, running up to you to hold you close.Â
What he expected was for you to welcome him with open arms, allowing him to give you the same warmth you give him. What really happened gave him a shock, one that quickly turned into hurt then into betrayal.Â
You begin to cry harder, sobs raking your body by the second, all the while Jeonghan tries to engulf you in a hug. What he assumed would bring you comfort only overwhelmed you even more. Your cries are inconsolable, your breathing uneven, causing you to hiccup as he tries to invade your space. Although you donât mean it, your instincts take over you, pushing him away as hard as you can.
âGet the fuck away from me!â you scream through each hiccup, your arms in front of you as you try to get him as far away as possible.Â
Jeonghan feels hurt, the way you beg him not to touch you breaks something inside him, something that he isnât sure he can fix alone. He wants to be there for you, but clearly, all you want is to be alone.Â
âIâm sorry Y/n,â is all he says as he backs away from you, closing your door with a reverberating slam.
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It had been a week after the incident and you still havenât mustered up the courage to talk to Jeonghan. Guilt brews in your stomach every time you think about what happened, the look on his face, the hesitation in his actions, itâs all burned into your memory. You arenât sure why you had cried so hard, and what compelled you to react to his comfort in that way, but you canât help but feel sorry. All Jeonghan wanted to do was help you, and you pushed him away.Â
You pick at the food on your plate as you're surrounded by the rowdiness of the dining hall, Soonyoung and Seokmin argue about something incoherable beside you. Tuning everything out, you can only think about Jeonghan, what he could possibly be doing right now, and if heâs thinking about you just like how youâre thinking of him.Â
âY/n, is everything okay?â your highly observant friend asks, his eyes practically piercing into your soul.Â
Soonyoung and Seokmin go silent as they look at you and then back at Seungkwan, worried as to why youâre looking so glum. Seokmin who is sitting beside you, puts his arm around your shoulder, trying to comfort you, even though he isnât sure why youâre so upset.Â
âHuh? Yeah just thinking about that fight I had with my parents,â you frown, playing with the sad-looking mashed potatoes on your plate. Your fork makes patterns mindlessly as you keep recalling the look on their faces when you finally explode.Â
âIâm sorry that happened Y/n, Iâm sure theyâll come around eventually,â Seokmin whispers to you, patting your head.Â
Glancing up at your friend, you return his smile half-heartedly. You werenât sure how to tell them that you practically got disowned. The thought of it makes you feel like youâre about to throw up, but the thought of Jeonghan makes you feel even more sick.Â
âIâm more worried about the fact that Jeonghan and I havenât spoken since that night,â you sigh. âI pushed him away while he was trying to comfort me, and Iâm sure he heard my parents call him all those nasty things, and I havenât talked to him since then.âÂ
The three stooges look at each other, like theyâre speaking telepathically before looking back at you with a pitiful expression. They all knew how involved you got with your roommate, but they werenât aware of how deep you had gotten with him. Of course, they are worried, but they also understand that youâre old enough to make your own decisions.Â
âI know we warned you about him darling, but Iâm sure if you talk to him, youâll be able to clear things up properly,â Seungkwan squeezes your hand reassuringly.
You give him a grateful look, thanking the universe once again for gifting you such good friends.Â
âFuck your parents actually, weâll be your new family Y/nie,â Soonyoung gives you a deathly serious look, his goofiness causing a laugh to erupt from your lips. âLet us know what happens with Jeonghan when the time comes.âÂ
Thereâs a reason why your parents came to visit that night, and maybe this is the universe telling you that you needed to sever your connection with them so that you can finally be free. Allowing you to find a new family actually worth caring about.Â
XII.Â
The sound of your broken voice, the way you pushed him away, replays in Jeonghanâs head constantly. He tried everything to erase it from his memory. The non-stop partying, drinking, getting high with Joshuaâ nothing worked. Even before bed, when he starts to feel sleep take over him, his eyes shoot open again with the image of you screaming at him, crying deliriously.Â
Then he remembers your warm smile, your laugh and the way it would delightfully ring through his ears. All the good memories heâs kept in his mind, all replaced with you. He continues to ask himself, how did this all come to be? After all the bickering, how did he end up falling for you? Was it the intimacy you two shared? Or did Jeonghanâs subconscious just know that you were meant to bring him down to earth, to be the one who pulls his head out of the clouds.Â
For a long time, Jeonghan had known he was floating, soulless, just a shell of a human before you came along. No one has ever brought such an array of emotions out of him before. Constantly going through the motions of life, fucking a different girl every day, getting high to numb a pain he couldnât pinpoint.Â
He thought he knew himself enough, he thought that not having his mom around didnât affect him. But it did, and the moment he told you about her absence, he started to realize that it affected him more than heâd like to admit.
It was the look in your eyes, the comfort that was behind them, the lack of pity but more of a sense of empathy. He just felt comfortable, he felt like he could tell you anything and you wouldnât judge him, or make him feel like heâs some charity case, you were just you.
Flashback to y/n and jeonghan bondingâŠ
The ramen shop was practically done, with just a few more pieces left to spare before you two have completed the whole thing. Jeonghan sat beside you, both of your backs against the base of the couch, legs crisscrossed.Â
It was the day after you two shared your first kiss, yet you couldnât help but still act shy around him. Even though it was only a few hours after he had given you oral on the kitchen counter. There was minimal conversation between the two of you, just slowly putting pieces of Lego together. The silence was comfortable, and it surprised you how serene you felt just being around him. It was still a little hard to believe because just a few days ago you couldnât stand being around one another.
It wasnât until Jeonghan decided to break that silence, making you believe he felt just as calm around you as you were with him.
âYou know how I told you yesterday, that it was only me and my dad?â he speaks up. âWell, my mom would visit me from time to time, hoping my dad had money to spare whenever she went broke.â
You don't dare say a word, just listening to what he has to say, letting him finally pour his feelings into someone who actually cares about what he has to say.Â
 âI would hold so much anger towards her. For not being there, for not caring about me or my dad unless money was involved,â he continued. âShe would get what she wanted and leave the next day. No thank you, no calls, nothing. As a kid, I didnât understand why she couldnât just stay, or why she couldnât just tell me once that she loved me. I still hold resentment towards her to this day.âÂ
He looked so sorrowful, and your heart aches for him, especially because you could relate to not hearing the words âI love youâ, longing for that person to just tell you, even if it was only once. The constant begging, wishing upon a star that you would hear words of affection from someone who didnât care, you knew it all too well.Â
Instead of saying anything, you pull Jeonghan into a hug, tight to the point he could feel his lungs constrict. It wasnât even from lack of air, only utter and complete surprise, as well as the shock of feeling sparks flowing throughout his body as you held him close. He didnât say anything after that, just allowing himself to be held by you, allowing himself to feel an ounce of affection that he was never able to receive from his mother. It was to the point that tears almost spilled from his eyes, but he did his best to keep them at bay, his pride always preceding him in everything.Â
It was that day that Jeonghan knew he couldnât possibly let someone like you go so easily, and that if he really let himself, he could fall for you, hard.Â
XIII.
The sound of the TV echoing throughout your apartment shocks you as you enter. You didnât expect Jeonghan to be home so early, it makes you nervous. The same guilty feeling you felt earlier swirls in your stomach; your process of removing your winter coat is slow as you try to buy yourself time, preparing for what type of explanation youâre going to give him.Â
You take a whole five minutes to get yourself settled before heading over to the living room, Jeonghanâs face glowing due to the light of the screen, his expression sombre. Probably because he knows youâre home, but is also unsure of whether or not to call out for you.Â
The tension is thick, and it makes your saliva hard to swallow, but you want to talk to him. After everything that happened, you just miss his presence, his scent, his teasing, everything.
âOh, look who decided to finally show up,â he glances at you, his eyes taking in your frame.Â
You scoff, offended by how hostile heâs acting. Although you canât blame him for not welcoming you with open arms, you didnât expect him to act like this.Â
âI could say the same thing for you,â you spit, your face burning with a growing anger.Â
Jeonghan lets out a bitter laugh, and it makes you grimace, you canât believe his reaction, heâs acting the same way he did when he first met you. His anger always besting him, even when he knows nothing good will come from it.Â
âJust didnât want to overstep, you were pissed off at me the last time I saw you,â he scoffs, pausing the show he was watching on the TV.Â
He stares at you, waiting for your next move. The look on his face is comparable to when you first met him, when you two first fought. It wasnât the Jeonghan you had grown used to.Â
âI didnât mean to push you away, and Iâm sorry, I was in a really bad state and I wasnât thinking right,â you exasperate. Your hands flailing all over the place trying to explain your actions from that night.Â
Jeonghan doesnât move a muscle, heâs obviously hurt by what you did. But you are even more hurt, having to finally face your parents and watch them admit to caring about you. Them always avoiding your pleas of just admitting they didnât really love you, spoke louder than any words they couldâve ever said. If there was one person in the world who could understand that pain, it should be Jeonghan.But here he is, his own hurt and rejection turning into the anger that heâs directing at you.Â
âWe couldâve talked after you had calmed down, I thought you knew I would be there for you, but you ignored me,â he raises his voice, standing up from the couch to meet eye-to-eye with you.Â
As he stalks over, your voice becomes caught in your throat. He towers over you, the blazing frustration prominent in his eyes, and yet you know him well enough to know that itâs all a front for his hurt.Â
âI donât know why I didnât and Iâm sorry, how many times do I have to tell you?â You articulated. âI wasnât sure if you wanted to see me after what happened, after what my parents called you! Iâm ashamed at the fact they misjudged you like that.âÂ
âI donât care about what your parents think of me, I donât care what anyone thinks of me, I only care what you have to say.âÂ
âW-what?â you stutter, not sure what point Jeonghan is trying to make.Â
He sighs, running his hands through his long hair. It annoyed you how good-looking he is, even when you two are in the middle of screaming at each other. Your resolve slowly starts to chip away the longer you look at him.Â
âYou really think those hookups meant nothing to me? I confided in you about something Iâve never told anyone, not even Josh,â he admits, his breathing picking up as he stares at you, searching your eyes for any indication that you felt the same.Â
His words resound through the apartment, and you feel it send a shock down your spine. You thought everything you felt for him was one-sided, that you would eventually get hurt by the fact that he could never reciprocate your feelings. The once playboy who you thought didnât surrender to any woman, let alone someone who you thought he hated not too long ago, is surrendering his feelings to you.Â
âYou care about me?â is the first question you ask.Â
âOf course, I care about you Y/n. I canât sleep or eat properly because youâre tormenting every crevice of my brain. I thought I was going crazy because no one has ever had this effect on me,â he confesses, his eyes still trained on yours. âEvery waking moment, when Iâm asleep, youâre all I can think about. A-and itâs so frustrating, itâs frustrating how I just want to be around you all the time, I just want to care for you.âÂ
You donât even know what to say, your mouth goes dry. Jeonghan can see that youâre struggling to find the words, and he takes it as a sign that you donât feel the same way. His body slowly moves away from yours, trying to remove himself from the scene, not wanting to wait to hear your rejection.Â
âI like you too,â you finally reply.Â
Words so simple compared to Jeonghanâs confession, and yet the surge of emotion it brought out of him is of a higher magnitude even he cannot understand. The swell in his chest, his heart beating a hundred miles an hour after hearing you confess in such a simple way. All he cares about is that you feel the same.Â
Instead of saying more, you just pull him into a kiss, allowing his lips to dance against yours, and thatâs enough for him. Your actions do all the talking for you.Â
âSay it again,â he mumbles, his lips close enough to yours that you could his breath fan your face.Â
âI like you, Jeonghan.âÂ
He captures you again, moving against you till your back is pressed against the wall. Caged in his hold, his hands tighten on your waist, not wanting to let you slip away from him any longer. His tongue slipped past your mouth, licking you up with so much passion but still filled with care and tenderness.Â
You moan as his hands rub against your sides, feeling him everywhere, breathing in his scent. His hand moves to the back of your head, not wanting you to feel any discomfort from being flush with the wall. Itâs the small things that he does, his calculated actions always making your heart swell. You know itâs probably a force of habit, but the fact that he doesnât anyway reveals his caring nature, a piece of him you never thought existed till you started hooking up with him.Â
âI want you,â you break away from the kiss to tell him.Â
You search his eyes, examining how theyâve gotten heavy with lust, you know he felt the same. Jeonghan only nods, taking your hand to bring you to the room. You know whatâs coming, and you initiated it. Even though you asked for it, the nervousness in your stomach still doesnât subside.Â
The lights were dim, the sunset leaking past your curtains, making your skin glow angelically. Jeonghan stares at you with awe, your features highlighted by the gleam of the sun rays. He knows youâre beautiful, he admires you even when you don't notice it. But there is something about the way you look right now, the anticipation of this moment, as well as your nervous blush; it causes all his thoughts to come to a halt the moment his gaze lands on you.Â
âPlease Jeonghan, fuck me,â you beg him, the arousal between your legs gets harder to ignore with each second that passes, âIâm ready.âÂ
âWhatever you want, as long as youâre sure,â He gives you a serious look, just wanting some form of consent.Â
âYes please,â you whine, reattaching your lips on his.Â
He doesnât hesitate anymore, allowing himself to get drunk on your touch instead. Slowly moving over to the bed, you feel the back of your knees hit the mattress. You let yourself fall, Jeonghan laying on top of you, showing you no mercy as he places kisses tenderly along the base of your neck. Soft exhales leave your lips as he continues to shower you with affection, the now-familiar feeling of pleasure swirling in your stomach once again.Â
Jeonghan takes his time, heâs in no particular rush when it comes to you. All his past hookups were finished within an hour or so. With you itâs different, he could adorn your body with love till morning, and some more after that. He sucks and licks your neck till bruises form, then sits back to admire his work. The smirk on his face is filled with satisfaction, your needy gaze causing his hardening member to constrict against his jeans.Â
âI wanna make you feel good first,â He declared, giving you space to properly lay down on your bed, your clothed core facing him, legs spread.Â
He moves down, laying between your thighs, unbuttoning your jeans without a word. His teasing nature comes into play as he spends an excruciatingly long time taking off your clothes. The impatience that youâre feeling starts to grow, taking off your shirt and bra as he finishes removing the remaining clothes from your bottom half.Â
He chuckles at your enthusiasm, his face so close to your core that his nose nudges your clit slightly. The shocks of pleasure crawling up your spine and heâs barely laid a finger where you need him most.Â
âSo needy, I adore that about you,â he mumbles.
He peppers soft kisses up your legs till he latches his lips on your pussy. Licking your folds all while he ignores your swelling bud. He could practically feel it pulsing every time he brushed past it slightly. Jeonghan loves the way you taste, so sweet and wet, your juices leaking past your entrance and onto your sheets. If he could, he would just stare at you from this position for hours. Watching you whine and writhe within his hold, begging for him to touch you.Â
âI need you to eat me out,â you keep begging, âmake me cum please.âÂ
âSuch filthy words coming out of that pretty little mouth,â he tsks, but he gives in to your request anyway.
His tongue lays a flat strip against your mound, licking up whatâs left of your dripping arousal. One hand gripping your thigh to keep you spread, while his free hand teased your entrance before fully plunging two fingers in. The feeling of his fingers filling up your hold causes you to let out a salacious moan, your back arching off the bed. You look like you came straight out of a porn movie and Jeonghan canât take his eyes off your expression.Â
His long slender fingers hit you right where you need it, making you keen, the sound of your wetness squelching is like music to Jeonghanâs ears. Stars are starting to form behind your eyelids as his tongue suckles on your clit, getting you close to completion embarrassingly fast.Â
Your hands move down to grip Jeonghanâs hair, pulling at the strands as you try your best to focus on your orgasm, thoughts of him fucking you on your bed filling your thoughts. Imagining his length slide inside you triggers your release, the gush of your arousal filling his mouth. Jeonghan groans, your tight pussy gripping his fingers as he feels you cum.Â
âMmh Hannie,â your words are barely discernable as you try to come down from your high.Â
He moves back up to place a kiss on your lips before getting rid of his clothes. You watch him with a fucked-out look. Eyes lidded, pupils blown, youâre practically salivating as you stare at Jeonghanâs slender but toned frame. He smirks when he notices you ogling, moving to hover over you, the feeling of his hard cock brushing past your leg.Â
Placing his lips back on yours, you two lay there for a minute, kissing and touching each other. Jeonghan just wants to savour you as if this moment is his last, even though that is not the case, he will continue to treat you this way till thereâs a time when he canât do so anymore.Â
âPlease, fuck me, please I need it,â you blabber against his lips, not wanting to wait another second.Â
âDo you have a condom?â He pulls away to ask you.Â
âI want it raw. Iâm clean, promise,â you tell him in between kisses.Â
The moment you mentioned fucking raw, itâs like Jeonghanâs brain went haywire, thoughts of feeling you completely plague his brain. The thought of getting to feel you without the thin plastic in the way, he would die happily with a smile on his face.Â
âFuck are you sure? Iâm clean too, but are you really sure baby?â He continues to ask you, not wanting this to be a rash decision you would regret after.Â
âIâm on the pill, itâs ok, trust me,â you assure him, the neediness in your voice becoming stronger.Â
Jeonghanâs member twitches against you, making you aware of the fact that he likes the idea of it all. He mumbles incoherent swears against your lips as he tries to collect himself, not wanting to blow a load prematurely. He may be experienced but the thought of fucking you raw could get him to cum untouched.Â
He doesnât miss a beat, moving to sit back on his heels, lining up his dick with your entrance, the tip red and leaking with precum. He rubs it against your folds to coat himself in your slick before collecting his spit, the saliva dropping onto his shaft and adding to the lubrication. Moans leave your lips as you feel his prod at you with his length, the pleasure going off in waves. Looking down, he watches his member gliding against your pussy lips, and you just watch him enjoy himself. It's agonizing, being this close and still not feeling him enter.Â
âIâm going crazy, please, just put it in,â you whine, laying with your elbows supporting you, watching Jeonghan tease you relentlessly.Â
âYou better watch your mouth before I make you suck me off instead,â he warns you, his domineering side coming out again.Â
You shut up quickly, trying to calm yourself before you combust with impatience. Something about Jeonghan makes you so needy for him, the eagerness to feel him finally fuck you after not having any penetrative sex starting to pile up on you. Youâre a virgin but for Jeonghan it was like another version of you unleashes itself when heâs pleasuring you. Constantly craving his touch, wanting to feel his mouth on you, heâs just so addictive.Â
Jeonghan finally pushes himself past your entrance, letting his cock fill you completely. Tears start to sting your eyes from the stretch, you knew it was going to hurt, but nothing couldâve prepared you for this feeling. He doesnât stop though, slowly thrusting in and out till you get used to the feeling.Â
The discomfort leaves shortly after, letting pleasure rush through your veins, and you whine out for him, your head thrown back against your pillow. His length continues to hit that sensitive part against your walls, making you clench around him.Â
âF-fuck youâre so tight,â He groans, removing himself from your sopping core till only his tip remains.Â
Jeonghan takes the back of your thighs, pushing them against your chest before thrusting into you again. The angle is deeper this time and you almost let out a scream as he grinds his hips against yours.Â
âJeonghan, feels so good,â you call out deliriously, your brain hazed with pleasure.Â
He leans in so the two of you are chest to chest, peppering your face with kisses as he continues you fuck you. The feeling of your tight walls constricting against his dick is making him twitch inside you. Heâs never had raw sex with anyone before, but now that he knows what it feels like, he wonât ever go back, but only for you. Youâre the only one he wants to see filled with his cum. The only one who he gets to plant his seed in and watch it drip out after.Â
âShit,â Jeonghan swears, feeling your grip on him.Â
Your pussy starts to convulse with every thrust, and he knows youâre about to cum. Taking things up a notch, he begins to pound himself into you, and the sound of skin slapping echoes throughout your room. His hand snakes down to your clit to rub it in circles, making your vision go white.Â
He leans back again, holding your legs open and in the air, hypnotizing himself with the sight of his member disappearing inside you. The feeling of his orgasm coming closer as you continue squeezing him tight.Â
âGonna cum,â you moan, your chest pounding, pussy sore from the beating itâs taking.Â
Jeonghan knows heâs close too, and once he senses your orgasm on his cock he cums shortly after, groaning as he fills you to the brim. The feeling of his cum spilling in you satisfies you in a way you didnât think was possible, and you know youâre going to be asking him to do so every time.Â
âYou make me crazy, thatâs the best orgasm Iâve had,â he admits.Â
Jeonghanâs breathing is laboured, letting go of your legs as he lays himself against your chest. You brush through his hair while giggling at his sudden confession, it makes you blush, especially knowing his history. You could still feel him inside you, and for some reason you liked it, just having him lay there with his length engulfed in your walls.Â
âWho wouldâve thought we wouldâve ended up like this,â you mumble, still running your fingers through his strands, his face smothered in your breasts, kissing them tenderly.Â
âYou put a spell on me or something,â his voice muffled into your chest, âIâm obsessed with you now, so you canât get rid of me.âÂ
You laugh at his declaration, kissing the top of his head. The fact that heâs clingy with you after sex is surprising, but endearing at the same time.Â
âDo you want to finish building our ramen shop?â Jeonghan asks, lifting his face from where heâs lying on you.
You give him an inquisitive look, wondering why thatâs the first thing he asks you after he just defiled you and took your virginity. But you donât mind it either, you had almost forgotten about the scattered pieces that sat on top of the coffee table, waiting to be completed.Â
âWe can if you want, but maybe we should clean up first,â you giggle.Â
The sound of your laughter rings through Jeonghanâs ears, making his chest swell with happiness. He never thought that the sound of your voice would bring him so much joy. The initial dread when he heard your voice turned into something more. It may be too early to tell you he loves you, but he knows heâs getting there, and this time he isnât scared. This time Jeonghan doesnât mind the fuzzy feeling in his chest when he sees you, or the fact that sparks fly when you touch him.Â
He had once thought that he was going mad because of the emotions you evoked out of him, but now he understands. He understands that heâs meant to fall for you; the angel who came down to earth to teach him that there's more to life than just going through the motions.Â
Epilogue.Â
âSeugkwan,â your boyfriend grimaces as he sees your best friend approach your table in the dining hall.Â
âJeonghan.â
Seungkwan gives Jeonghan a good look up and down, his analytical eyes scanning him as if he can see through your boyfriend's soul. He glowers at the way Jeonghanâs hand holds your thigh possesively, hating how easily it was for him to slither his way into your mind and dicknotize you.Â
Thatâs what Seungkwan likes to call it, scolding you about how Jeonghan hypnotized you with his dick. You found it silly how he could come up with such a word, but for some reason, itâs now a coined term within your friend group.Â
âKwan, are you going to just stare at him all day or are you going to sit down?â You sigh, wondering why the two of them just donât seem to get along.Â
Seungkwan huffs, his stubborn personality not allowing him to sit down till heâs won, heâs not sure what heâs supposed to win, but his watchful gaze on Jeonghan keeps him standing.Â
âThat depends, will Jeonghan disappear if I decide to take a seat?â He rebutted, his chin held up high.Â
You laugh at how dramatic he is, but you know that Seungkwan acknowledges how much Jeonghan has changed. Even after knowing him for so many years, heâs seen how much nicer Jeonghan has been to him and the two dummies named Soonyoung and Seokmin.
âNo, he wonât, unfortunately,â you sigh, âbut I want you here, so sit.âÂ
âYeah, Seungkwan sit,â Jeonghan smirks, until he realizes what you had just said, âWait what? Unfortunately? Baby, why would you say that?âÂ
Seungkwan laughs at Jeonghanâs butt-hurt face, finally taking a seat across from the two of you. He watches as Jeonghan pesters you on what you meant by âunfortunatelyâ. Whining about how you said that you would stop teasing him in front of your friends.Â
Even though Seungkwan likes to pretend that he doesnât like Jeonghan, heâs really started to see Jeonghan's true personality when heâs not acting like a complete asshole. And as long as heâs treating you right, he doesnât actually care if you two are dating. If you're happy, Seungkwanâs happy.Â
âOkay! Stop acting like a kid, I was just joking,â you groan, covering Jeonghanâs mouth with your palm. âAnyways, now that heâs silenced, how was your weekend?âÂ
Before Seungkwan could answer your question, Jeonghanâs tongue shoots out to lick your palm. A shriek to erupts from your lips, pulling your hand away from his mouth. You turn to him with a horrified look on your face, only to see him smirking back at you.Â
âGross! Donât do that again!â you smack the back of his head lightly.Â
âOw! Iâve done worse to you, why are you mad!â Jeonghan argued, rubbing the spot on his head where you hit him.Â
âJeonghan, enough! Weâre in public,â you whisper at him, curious eyes around the dining hall peering at the two of you.Â
Seungkwan only laughs, watching you scold him like heâs a dog who ate food off the dinner table.Â
You sigh at him as you fake your anger, the amused glint in your eyes reflecting in the light as you watch Jeonghan pout. Itâs funny to see him this way, playful and clingy. You didnât expect that side of him to come out in public, but youâre glad that he feels comfortable enough to act childlike around you and your friends.Â
Being able to witness this side of him brings you a lot of happiness, even though you two are constantly bickering, itâs all for laughs this time. When you two first met, the fighting was real and unforgiving, you thought you hated Jeonghan. But the universe had different plans in mind, and even though it was unexpected, you wouldnât have it any other way.Â
end.
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Hi...
I feel really scared to post this since it's been a good handful of months since I've posted anything.
There really isn't a reason other than I've been demotivated and dealing with a lot of shit in my personal life, which led to me spiraling down the pits of my depression.
I don't know when I'll post anything, but I do have a few ideas for things I want to write.
Oh and! Since I've been gone, I've officially hit 3000 followers, which was a pleasant surprise.
Thank you to everyone, old and new, for supporting me
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Being in an empty movie theater is so fucking satisfying đ
No annoying ass bitches to ruin MY EXPERIENCE
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BIRTHDAY BOY
PAIRING: mingyu x f!reader
GENRE: fluff, friends to lovers, bday party!au? kinda confession!au, uni!au but not really mentionned
WARNINGS: , flirting, swearing, alchohol, drinking, one mention of being high (not yn or seventeen), etc typical party stuff, game of truth or dare, minghao is annoying x1 (jk), yn gets jealous a bit, yn and mingyu are in love ewwww, huge make-out session (borderline smut...) (JKKK. or am i), lots of tension + more?
WC: +8.1k
SYNOPSIS: Itâs Mingyuâs birthday party, and Hoshi lets something out under the influence of alcohol. Apparently, you have two gifts prepared for himâ completely throwing out the one-gift tradition your friend group strictly follows. However, Hoshiâs a liar â and a bad one at that â but itâs already too late. Even though Mingyu knows heâs supposed to be excited about all the gifts heâs receiving tonight, heâs (not so surprisingly) only interested in everything youâre giving him.
A/N: thank u so so much to sara the loml pookie bear (@4xiaojun) for reading it so many times over the past few months and hyping me up ! i couldnt have finished this fic if it wasnt for u ily bae !!!! &&& rec song - i dont understand but i luv u by seventeenÂ
FIC TAGLIST: @etherealyoungk @simpforyongbokk @luvhyun3 @nhularin @matchahyuck @graybaeismytae @mark-geolli @esloao @jaklvbub @sukistrawberry @raggedypansexual
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âHaving fun?â
The music is loud, resonating off the walls and making your ears ring. But even if you barely hear your own thoughts over the noise, mingyuâs smooth voice fills your ears.
You change your weight from one foot to another, bringing the red cup to your lips and taking a sip of your drink. The alcohol isnât cold anymore and you slightly grimace at the way it burns your throat when you decide to empty your cup. You pull the cup away from your mouth, bumping it deliberately against his before crossing your arms and looking up at him.
âYeah. Even more so now that youâre here.â
His already pretty smile widens and his little vampire teeth appear as he throws his head back to laugh. Your mind is hazy from the alcohol and youâre a bit tipsy, glossy eyes staring at his neck. You always thought mingyuâs skin was so pretty.
Mingyu takes a look around the room before focusing on you again, leaning with his shoulder on the wall next to you. Heâs tall and looking down at you, it makes you smile a little.
His heart beats in his chest at the sight of your cherry lips, still wet from the drink. He doesnât think heâs seen you wearing this lip color before, recounting all the times you came to hangouts wearing anything else than lip balm. The color suits you though, he thinks.
Unconsciously, his eyes wander to your cup before landing on the white plastic rim, the red trace of your lip gloss making him shudder.
The glint in your eyes is mischievous when he makes eye contact with you again. He sees you looking him up and down and he has to yell at his own mind when certain thoughts enter his head. He can sense how you fill up with pride at the sight of him wearing the watch you just gifted him, eyebrows shooting up in surprise.
âYouâre already wearing it?â your body turns to him a bit and he leans down even more at the same time, faces centimeters away from each other. He lifts his hand up with a grin, pushing his shirt sleeves up his arms even more when he notices you eyeing them.
This time, you smile so big Mingyu almost awes at the sight. You force yourself to stop smiling and look away but your happiness can be heard through your slightly playful voice. âThe others wouldnât be happy to hear that, yâknow?â
Mingyu wiggles his fingers and flexes his arm, making you giggle and uncross your arms in the process. âWhy wouldnât I? Itâs my favorite gift.â
He tilts his head to the side, ruffling his styled hair with his ring-clad hands. Mingyu isnât much of a ring-wearer but when he does, it fills your stomach with butterfliesâ not that that doesnât happen on a daily basis.
âWho said the others have to know?â His stare makes you feel weak, knees almost buckling under you. You lean back on the wall for support, something he definitely catches up onto with the way he smirks. âLetâs say this is our little secret, yeah?â
You blush when you realize heâs, again, wearing the rings you gifted him months prior for secret santa.
Mingyu turns to lean against the wall with his back, facing the crowd as he lets himself drown into the loud music and the warmth your body radiates, shoulders touching. Your friend crouches down a bit, legs stretching on the ground and head close to your neck. With a sigh, he plops his head on your shoulder, turning to hide against you. He grabs your hips and holds his arm around your waist, audibly whining against your neck.
You nod silently, picking at the rim of your cup. From how close the two of you are, Mingyu can count your lashes, admire your face and the way your lips curl into a smile when you see your friends having fun on the other side of the room.
His breath tickles your skin and you realize mingyuâs just as tipsy as you are.
âYou know what Hoshi told me?â he starts off, voice small and softer than usual. You guess heâs a bit tired from partying all night. Itâs only a few seconds later that you look at him, smiling and humming when he silently waits for an answer. âHe said you had a second gift for me.â
The man, whoâs supposed to be 6.1ft tall, seems to shrink even more at your question, pouting and eyebrows furrowing. He glares at you before his eyes turn soft, hugging your body from the side. âYou know I didnât mean it like that~â His voice is slurry and you laugh at him, patting his head and passing your fingers through his hair.
Ah Hoshi, he wouldnât be himself if he didnât go around spilling secrets and creating drama. You avert your eyes, suddenly finding the fabric of Mingyuâs shirt very interesting. âIs the watch not enough for you? âdidnât know you would be so greedy, gyu.â
You nod again, fixing a few strands of hair on top of his head. âI like your hair like this.â
âYeah? You think Iâm handsome?â
Mingyu abruptly gets up, rolling his shoulders back to stand up straighter. He lets out a mix between a gasp and a chuckle before turning towards a mirror near where youâre leaning against the wall. He passes his hand through his hair, going over the spots you didn't touch and paying extra attention to not mess up the ones you previously styled as he smiles. Suddenly, his tone turns confident as he examines himself in the glass, winking and adjusting the sleeves of his shirt.
You try your best to keep a straight face but the alcohol in your system makes it a difficult task. âOf course, youâre always handsome.â
Mingyu seems to light up at your words, a big smile on his face as he returns to where you are, choosing to lean against the wall on your other side. You know heâs up to something with the way he looks at you but you donât question itâ heâs mainly harmless so you have nothing to worry about.
To Mingyu's surprise, you donât deny it.Â
He taps his pointer finger on his chin, pursing his lips and giggling, âCould it be that youâre flirting with me?â
He swears he can see a teasing look in your eyes before it quickly disappears, making him gulp. He canât even question you about it more before youâre intertwining your fingers together, holding his hand close and walking away from the wall. Mingyu feels like a puppy following his owner, tail wagging and tongue lolling out as he watches you drag him to the other room, discarding your empty cup on a random counter.
With a loud sigh, you plop down next to the armrest, dragging Mingyu down with you, squishing his big body between Hoshi and you. He looks at you and pouts as you let your head fall back on the couch, closing your eyes for a few seconds as the loud music resonates off the walls.Â
When the two of you enter the living room, youâre not even surprised to see some of your friends gate-keeping the couches, seemingly playing a drinking game. Hoshi is one of the drunker ones and you walk past him to get to the bigger couch, ruffling his hair as he stares with empty eyes at a framed photo hung up on the wall. Heâs still out of it so you quickly scratch the underside of his chin with your nails and he perks up, immediately scooting over to give you and Mingyu some space on the couch.
You feel Mingyuâs hand resting on your forearm, slowly dragging up and down as he intensely watches goosebumps rise up on your arm. When Hoshi seems to get dragged into a conversation between Joshua and Seungkwan, voices fill the room and you joyfully listen, letting Mingyu take your hand in his.Â
His skin feels soft against yours and his thumb draws circles on the back of your hand. You turn towards him, leaning further against the armrest as he smiles at you. Heâs cute you think, heâs always been cute.Â
And then Mingyu brings your intertwined hands up to his mouth, kissing the back of your hand delicately and smiling into the sweet kiss.
His eyes sparkle, the party lights making him shine. His hair is ruffled from the many hugs he received from his friends and his cheeks are rosy from the alcohol.
Suddenly, it feels like you two are the only ones there, like there arenât dozens of partygoers stumbling around Mingyuâs apartment. Itâs weird, how you stare at each other in absolute delight, ignoring everyone around you as if Seungcheol wasnât calling out both your names for a game of truth or dare.
Itâs Mingyu who first snaps out of it, having been elbowed in the ribs by Hoshi next to him. He grumbles in pain but lifts himself off the couch anyways, extending his hand out to you and winking at you. You laugh and place your hand in his, his warmth sending shivers over your spine.Â
Mingyu hoists you up from the couch and immediately wraps an arm around your waist, keeping you so close to him that your free hand lands on his chest. He tilts his head slightly and comes closer, mouth inches away from your ear.Â
âIâm happy you came. Thank you.â
Mingyu pulls back with a slight blush on his cheeks, the tip of his ears read. A shy smile covers his lips and for a moment youâre not sure if youâre able to speak. You shallow and find your vocabulary again, thoughts racing in your mind.Â
When you speak up, eyes locked into his, Mingyu thinks he could pass out from the sugary sweet tone in your voice.Â
âI wouldnât have missed it for anything.â
With a silent nod of his head in the direction of the hallway towards his friends, you put your hand in his again and lead the way, zigzagging between guests.Â
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âSo, you really made out with that girl during summer camp? Thereâs no way thatâs true.â
Laughter fills the room as you once again find yourself in the living room with Mingyu and his closest friends. At first, you had all followed one of the guys to the kitchen for a game of truth or dare until one of the partygoers threw up right on the stark white kitchen tiles, pausing the game and consequently pushing the group back to the sacred couches.Â
Jun yells at Dino, hitting the latter on the shoulder and downing his drink. The younger one cackles, teasing Jun more for his confession. âShut up, dickhead. Iâm not saying anything else, just know that she was the one who initiated it.âÂ
His answer doesnât convince Dino in the slightest and he just continues to laugh, falling backwards on the beanbag heâs currently occupying.
Mingyuâs laugh fills your ears, the joyful sound bringing a smile to your lips. Youâre sitting right next to him again, but this time with your back to the armrest, one leg dangling off the couch and the other one blocked under the latter. Your heel digs into the skin of your thigh and unfortunately for you, itâs starting to feel like you have pins and needles in your legs.
You openly wince at the prickly sensation and squirm around, trying to release your hurt leg as you support yourself on the armrest, your feet on the floor slipping. Even with all the laughter and noise in the roomâ and Hoshiâs sudden barking, Mingyu notices and turns to you with worried eyes. Youâre pouting without knowing it and he finds it hard to stare away from your lips, forcing himself to help instead.
What you didnât expect however, was for him to pull your legs over his, in his lap, after you sat back down. You can feel your face heating up and youâre sure that your ears are full on red at this point. Mingyu knows the effect his action had on you, smirking while pretending like heâs absorbed by the current conversationâ or more so an argument between Seungkwan and Dino about who used to have the best math grades in high school.
A gentle hand places itself on the side of your knee, helping you lift your leg as he guides you up with his other hand on your waist, respectfully and only after your nod of affirmation.
The boy continues to act like nothing is going on, seeming calm while his heart beats loudly in his chest. There is so much going on, the music resonating off the walls and friendly banter in the background, but Mingyuâs only focus is on the way your breath hitches when he hoists one of your legs up in his lap. He grabs onto your ankle, near the strap of your high heel and your leg soon joins the other one in his lap.
Mingyuâs being careful with his movements, unsure if heâs crossing a boundary or notâ unsure if he just ruined one of his best friendships just because his heart couldnât keep itself in check. But then you grin, eyes sparkling wide and radiant as you look at his hand on your ankle.
Itâs a silent game of back and forthâ Mingyuâs looking at you to see your reaction and you avoid his gaze, knowingly, to stare at his pretty hand running up and down your calf. Mingyu knows you would have said something if you disapproved of his action but heâs still feeling like a high school boy with a crush on someone for the first time, worrying about every small thing.
On the other hand, you are glowing, happiness and excitement radiating off you. You feel weird, butterflies erupting in your stomach as if you werenât already aware of how much Mingyu could affect youâ how he could make you fall in love with him over and over again.
Actually, if he thinks about it, he is a boy with a crush on someoneâ you, just not as a high school boy anymore since he graduated long ago.
You snap out of your little bubble, again, and for once you are grateful for Joshua. Because youâre almost hundred percent sure Mingyu was starting to trace hearts on your thigh. And you certainly didnât know how much longer you could survive his constant flirting.
When your eyes lock, thereâs a look and nod of agreement between you. And then his hand is on your upper thigh, thumb brushing circles on your skin.
âTruth or dare! Yn and Mingyu, you two are playing this round!â
Even with the guysâ screaming in the background, you hold eye contact with him for a little bit longer, just in time to see his eyebrows relax and his gaze soften before youâre diverting your eyes.Â
âIsnât truth or dare something you play in middle school?â You tease your friends, trying to lift yourself off the couch to sit up straighter so that other people can join and use the couch. Before you can do so and pull your legs off Mingyuâs lap, he stops you with a hand on your knee, looking at you with furrowed brows.
âCmon Yn, truth or dare is a classic. Even us oldies have to play it once in a while!â Dino exclaims, unaware of the sudden tension rising from your couch.
A loud slap is heard before Dino winces, turning around to face the culprit as Scoups menacingly points at him, âYa! Who are you calling old!â They continue to argue for a bit, with Dino calling the oldest, well, old and Scoups pushing the youngest off the beanbag and on the floor.
Normally, you would have paid more attention to it, the friendly banter bringing you much joy, but this time your mind is focused on something else.
If Mingyu tried to talk to you right now, you would barely be able to hear it over the loud music, but he doesnât talk to you, his gaze tells you enough. âDonâtâ is what you understand heâs trying to say and you let out a deep breath. Heâs still staring at you, hand still on your knee and his eyes seem to be pleading you to stay.
At that moment, you realize you could probably never say no to Mingyu.
So you set your legs back down in his lap, readjusting your dress so that you donât flash everybody. When Mingyu realizes you decided to stay, he sends you a big smile, teeth on display. And when he smiles at you like that, you would trade every couch in the damn world to see it a bit longer. You donât even care anymore about the other party goers who might have wanted to join the game, Mingyu and you clearly taking up the whole couch, with a drunk Dk squished to Mingyuâs right side.
âHey lovebirds! We said you two are playing, pay attention instead of staring at each other!âÂ
The game in itself isnât that bothersomeâ your friends are mainly having fun, bickering and throwing each other under the bus when it comes to revealing not so important secrets. Itâs pretty entertaining to watch and you take pleasure in it, but you canât concentrate fully on Jeonghanâs story about how he saw his high school math teacher and science teacher, both married with kids, making out together in the science lab ten years prior. And all that because of the eyes boring into the side of your head.Â
You huff when you still feel his eyes on you after Woozi downed his drink, poking Mingyu in the ribs. A quiet yelp leaves his mouth and you smirk, triumphantly, crossing your arms proudly, chin high.Â
That is until Minghao turns towards you, pinky lifting from his glass and pointing your way. âYn, truth or dare?âÂ
Your cheeks grow hot, being caught off guard as you sink into the armrest of the couch. You take a moment to think. You know Minghao isnât the type to completely humiliate you if you decided to choose dare, heâs actually rather laidback with you, but you also remember accidentally spilling his last cup of his favorite tea right on his lap when you all went to visit his new apartment a week prior. And since Minghaoâs pretty protective of his tea, youâd prefer to avoid walking right into the cage of a wild and unpredictable animal.Â
And as the red-haired boy looks at you, waiting for your answer with a slight smirk on his face, youâre sure you made the right choice.Â
âTruth. I donât want to leave this place covered in a mix of glitter and cereal or something.âÂ
Truth it is. And could Truth possibly do even any harm?
Minghao hums, taking a last sip of his drink before finally speaking up. âWise choice. Or not. Yn, of all the people in this room, whoâs the guy youâre crushing on?âÂ
Okay, so apparently Truth can do a lot of harm.Â
Your eyes widen, your mouth falling open in sock as everyone turns to look at you, some whispering between themselves and some even giggling.Â
You definitely did not think this through enough.Â
Mighao tilts his head a bit and you donât waste a second more before youâre reaching forward to grab your shot glass off the table, âPassâ. In your haste, you forget that youâre basically sitting sideways on the couch and that you donât have any support under you as you move your upper body off the couch, eventually losing balance and falling forward.Â
But before you can hit the coffee table with full force, an arm snakes around your waist, holding you up and bringing you back on the couch. Mingyuâs hand is holding onto your hip firmly, his fingers dipping into the fabric of your dress.Â
Thereâs a sudden silence as your friends look from you to Mingyu, then back to you. You turn your head towards your âsaviorâ and directly make eye-contact, the close position and the strong scent of his cologne making you dizzy.Â
Your face heats up, again, and you quickly grab your glass from the table, downing it and returning to your seat, hands clasped tightly together. Minghao eyes the now empty shot glass and chuckles, âHiding something?âÂ
You glare at him, âItâs one question only, Minghao.â You forgot sometimes how infuriatingly teasing he can be.Â
The next round of truth and dare goes more smoothly, nobodyâs falling to the ground and there are no questions regarding anyoneâs love lifeâ if you donât take into account Joshua asking Hoshi if his sister is still single.Â
You donât know how much time passes but you feel at ease on the black couch, leaning the side of your head against the backrest as you continue to enjoy the nice and friendly atmosphere. The guys have now changed to another game in a smaller group, while the others thought it was a good idea to start playing Mario Kart.
The music changes to a slower genre when the clock hits 2am and you decide that maybe itâs time to get another drink, the alcohol leaving your system a bit too soon for your liking.
With a sudden boost of energy, you swing your legs off Mingyuâs lap and stand up, kneeling down to stack the empty shot glasses and bring them with you to the kitchen. While youâre doing so, you feel a tug at the bottom of your dress. Mingyu pulls the hem of your dress down as you lean over and he makes sure no one can sneak a glance under your short outfit.Â
You turn to him with difficulty, the stacked shot glasses in your hands and your heels almost knocking over a plastic cup on the ground. Mingyu looks up at you, hair brushed back and arm resting on the back of the couch. He waits for you to speak and you smile softly. âWant a drink?âÂ
The corners of his mouth turn up and he gets up from the couch, taking the shot glasses from your hands. âIâll go with you, if thatâs ok.âÂ
You nod, and almost notice the faint blush on Mingyuâs cheek, âOf course.â
The music is still playing through the heavy speakers in each corner of the room, the lights of the TV casts a colorful glow over Mingyuâs living room and the chatter of every party goer doesnât go unnoticed as you two make your way out of the room, stepping over the many empty cups on the wooden floor and into the less crowded hallway.
There arenât really a lot of people in the hallway, but most of them are walking from one room to another, making it a hassle to peacefully cross the hallway without bumping into someone. Itâs loud and the people occupying the little space arenât exactly making it easy to enter the kitchen.Â
Mingyu sees the mess before you do, taking all the shot glasses in one hand and grabbing your hand with the other. His back is creating a wall between you and the âdangerâ in the hallway, and before you know it, Mingyuâs pushing forward, bumping into drunk party goers to make it through. He quickly creates a path, one that is safe to take as he pushes away the cups and beer bottles on the ground away and to the side, craning his arm so that youâre close to his back and following him.
When a very drunkâ and probably high, guy stumbles out of a random room and directly into Mingyuâs shoulder, the shot glasses nearly fall to the floor, earning a panicked gasp from the owner. The guy doesnât even bother to say sorry, looking past the both of you with a dead gaze as he tumbles forward, weak legs bringing him to the living room.
You whip your head around, smelling the awful stench coming from the guy and bring your hand up to cover your mouth. When heâs out of sight, you sneak one last glance to where he disappeared off to and tsks. âAsshole.âÂ
Mingyuâs laugh brings your eyes back to him, puzzled. He just squeezes your hand, sending you a smile over his shoulder.Â
As you two finally arrive at your destination, the kitchen, your eyes widen in horror. It seems that there are even more people in the small kitchen than in the living room, which is already crowded enough. Thereâs not even enough space to navigate properly, people choosing to squeeze themselves between other people to get to the exit, spilling bits of their newly-filled drink. You hear Mingyu sighâ the cleanup the morning after is gonna be a tough one.
âHey, why donât you wait for me here? Iâll go in alone and come back with the drinks.â Mingyu turns to you, the shot glasses carefully leaning against his chest.Â
Mingyu watches as you glance around the hallway and then around him, into the kitchen. You bite your lip, showing youâre becoming a bit anxious and he furrows his eyebrows. His smile quickly falters, showing concern right away. âYou okay?âÂ
You look up at him as he turns fully towards you, almost blocking the doorway to the kitchen. You pass your hands over your dress, flattening out the non-existent wrinkles. âYeah, itâs just starting to feel a bit too stuffy in here..â
Mingyu hums, raising his head to look at the end of the hallway, where the door to the balcony is situated. When he returns his gaze to you, he tilts his head cutely, licking his lips. âYou wanna wait by the balcony? I told the guests not to go on there too much so that i wonât get a noise complaint from the neighbors. I think itâs safe if you go there.âÂ
With a smile, you nod at Mingyu, âyeah, that would be great. Thanks.â You place one of your hands on the wall next to the kitchen before leaning in so he hears you better over the music. âDonât die in there by the way! We havenât even gone to Iceland yet like we planned to years agoâ it would be a waste for you to miss out on our extravagant bucket list, right?â
Mingyuâs laugh fills your ears, the sound making you smile from ear to ear. âCâmon, who do you take me for? Seokâ Oh sorry.â Mingyu cuts himself off, lifting his two hands in the air with one still holding all the shot glasses. The girl, who just bumped into Mingyu, and who you recognize as one of your classmates from your major, pushes her hair behind her ear, blushing at your friend.Â
Before she leaves, she mumbles a few words, but the music is way too loud for you to make out what it was, and then sheâs gone.Â
You donât pay too much attention to it, as does Mingyu, whoâs already back to look at you. Itâs not the first and certainly not the last time someone is going to bump into one of you two at his party.Â
âSorry, what were you saying?â You turn back to Mingyu, crossing your arms and making the silver necklace youâre currently wearing shine even more under the flashy led lights.Â
âAh, sweetheart, you never listen do you?â Mingyu brings his free hand up to your jaw, tapping on the underside of your chin with his index finger. âI said, you need to stop biting your lips when youâre nervous. Theyâre too pretty for that.âÂ
You canât speak, your entire vocabulary having left your body. His hand then turns to cup the underside of your jaw, his thump grazing over your bottom lip, ultimately smudging a bit of your lipgloss. Your mouth falls open a bit at the shock but he doesnât stop. âA pretty color.. for pretty lips. Suiting.â His thumb sweeps one last time over your lip before he retreats into the kitchen.Â
âWait for me by the balcony, I'll grab our drinks for us.âÂ
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The temperature outside is completely different from the stuffy warmth inside the small apartment, the cold breeze making you shiver. Youâre not a fan of the winter, or the cold in general, but when itâs almost 3am and your cheeks are red from being around Mingyu, the weather is probably the only thing keeping you sane.Â
You think itâs captivating outsideâ how the moon shines and provides you enough light, how the silence from nature and the muffled sounds from the party mix together, how the wind blows your hair around and makes you tremble. You like it all.
Thereâs a calming atmosphere around it. You donât feel as edgy as before and you mentally thank Mingyu for allowing you to use his sacred space for your own benefit.Â
If you truly think about it, you had come to the party with no real intentions, but as the night goes by, you find yourself yearning for more.Â
You find yourself yearning for Mingyu. You suppose itâs not entirely a bad thingâ itâs also not the first time.Â
Youâre leaning over the balcony railing, looking down to the street at the foot of his apartment building. The concrete tiles are darker than usual, and wetâ you were too absorbed by the party to even notice it was raining outside. The water droplets on the railing are cold against the skin of your forearms but you just clench your jaw through it. In a way, it wakes you up.
Your eyes are closed as you hum to the melodies of the pop song playing inside, chin propped up on your palm. You donât know how long you rest your eyes, but you missed Mingyuâs voice when he opens the door to the balcony, stepping out of the apartment and smiling your way.
âSleepy?â You just tilt your head, eyes still closed. You do turn towards him as you feel his presence behind you.Â
You realize Mingyu always smiles when heâs looking at you and butterflies race in your stomach.Â
Your hands are on the slippery metal railing as you lean back against it, the water droplets staining the lower back of your dress. Itâs cold against your skin and you shiver, suddenly, and Mingyu notices, immediately stepping closer to you.Â
âJust a bit out of energy.âÂ
Mingyu closes the balcony door behind him, swiftly setting down the two newly-filled plastic cups on a wobbly garden table in the corner and joining you. He stands in front of you, hands in his pockets and smirking down at you. You gulp, feeling like his prey.Â
âWhyâs that?â His tone doesnât show an ounce of concern. Probably because he knows he has nothing to worry about.Â
Youâre not a jealous person, truly. Youâre relatively confident when it comes to your relationships and friendships and have never deemed it necessary to throw a tantrum about your partner and who he talks to. To be fair, your last relationship was quite a while ago, but you still stand by your own beliefs.Â
So, feeling a tiny bit of jealousy creep up when your classmateâ the one who had previously bumped into Mingyuâ walked up to him in the kitchen and laid her perfectly manicured hand on his bicep was an entirely new thing for you.Â
You had even questioned yourself if you had the right to be jealous. You and Mingyu werenât even together!Â
The fact that you could watch what was happening right from your spot on the balcony didnât help you eitherâ your curious self being unable to stop watching while your mind was telling you to think about happy momentsâ aka moments where Mingyu showed he was definitely more interested in you than in the party or your classmate.Â
So even though the little angel on your shoulder tried to avert your eyes from the crime scene, the manipulation play from the little devil on your other shoulder was a bit too convincing for your liking. In conclusion, you found yourself staring at the entire event.Â
Frankly, nothing happened. On Mingyuâs part at least. The girl however, letâs say she was just trying to get to know him (a lie youâre definitely not telling yourself to keep calm).
Honestly, you werenât paying much attention at first. Itâs Mingyuâs birthday party, of course people will go up to him and congratulate him. But when the girlâ you honestly donât even remember her nameâ leaned towards him and put her hand on his chest, on the same spot where your hand had been moments prior, you knew this was more than a simple âhappy birthday!â.Â
Was it foul to only remember the way Mingyuâs smile seemed fake, the way he slowly backed away from her presence, and the way he rushed back to you? If it was, you couldnât care less.
The two drinks he brought back were still sitting on the old table, untouched as if forgotten.Â
Mingyuâs a bit too close for your liking. You can probably start counting his lashesâ or the sparkles in his eyes. But when you open your mouth to joke, so that the tension could leave your body, Mingyu interrupts you and gets even closer.Â
His tone is serious but you know heâs enjoying this, the corner of his mouth tilting up. âWere you jealous?âÂ
You hate how good Mingyu knows you, and you hate the effect he currently has on you, even though you would normally bathe in it.Â
You know he knows, so thereâs really no need to lie. Even more so when one of the reasons why he rushed back to you was because your eyes met when he was getting your drinks, and he saw you biting your lip. And you know now he doesnât like it when you do that.Â
You lean back against the railing even more, the metal digging into your skin as your heart starts to speed up. Your sudden shyness doesnât waver his interest in the slightest and he only takes a step forward, backing you up against the railing.Â
âWhat are you going to do if I say I was?âÂ
At that, Mingyu chuckles, looking to the side before hanging his head down. When he looks at you again, his hand finds its way to your cheek and he carefully brushes over the blush adorning your skin.Â
The only thing you hear is a small âcuteâ uttered under his breath before he retracts his hand and puts both of them on the railing behind you, trapping you between him and the end of the balcony.
Mingyu caught you, literally, and thereâs not much you can do to stop him from getting what he wants. So you opt the easy way out, speaking the truth. âI was jealous, yeah. For the first time ever actually.âÂ
His smile grows even wider. âDo you love me that much, darling?âÂ
You donât give him an answer this time, because you know heâs not really waiting for one. He knows and thatâs enough for him, now. He also doesnât really have the correct mindset to play this game with you at his party. The few glasses of alcohol you both took earlier are probably a bit at fault too.Â
You clear your throat and he speaks up again, voice a bit rougher than earlier. âI guess Hoshi didnât lie when he told me you liked me that much that you would have prepared two gifts for me.â
âYou know Hoshi almost always lies.â You let go of the railing, hands finding their way to Mingyuâs waist, fiddling with his leather belt. Â
You hear him inhale sharply, looking up to the sky for a short moment before focusing on you again, and definitely not on your hands.Â
To fight back against the aggressive butterflies causing havoc in his stomach, Mingyu pulls you towards him, one hand on your lower back and the other one squeezing the fat at your hip. Heâs in total control, and heâs confident about it tooâ you couldnât even blame him for it.Â
âOh, almost always? So heâs not lying this time?â Mingyu leans down again, faces inches away from each other, to the point where you could just close the distance between the two of you with a small movement of the head. âBecause I do think thereâs some truth to it, sweetheart.âÂ
Your hair swings in the wind, and even though itâs cold, you want to stay with Mingyu as long as possible. His body feels warm under your fingertips and you almost gasp when he pushes you against the railing, his hand protecting your lower back from digging into the cold, wet metal.Â
A short silence fills the air and you donât know what to do except look away, your face growing hotter and hotter with every minute. Mingyu doesnât talk either, too busy staring down at you. He makes a mental list in his head of all the things he loves about you, adoring you with his eyes while the music inside resonates from the glass door.Â
You look away because you can feel him stare, and you wouldnât know how to react if you were to make eye contact, since the effect Mingyu has on you is continuously making your knees buckle under you.Â
âWere you interested?â, you suddenly ask, voice much quieter than before. It takes Mingyu a few seconds to realize what youâre talking about when you donât meet his eyes, deciding to rather look at his shoes instead.Â
He thought he had made it clearâ clearer than anything elseâ but he didnât expect you to suddenly shy away while in his arms and close to his chest, all because some girl tried to flirt with him. Deep down, you know he isnât (if he was, he wouldnât be with you right now, risking at least a three day-long fever) but you want him to say it.Â
Mingyu just tilts his head a bit, a soft smile on his face as he tries to show you you have nothing to worry about. âNot in her, no.â
This time you smile back, a quiet âgoodâ falling off your lips as you place your hands on his forearms, palming his muscles through the sleeves. âJust wanted to make sure, yâknow.â
He knows.Â
Now itâs his turn to ask questions though.
âWhy didnât you say anything during Truth or Dare?â The question comes off strong, completely out of nowhere and causing your eyes to widen in shock. You werenât expecting him to mention the game and how much you had embarrassed yourself.
Youâre quick to answer though, in all honesty. âBecause the others didnât have to know.â
Mingyu smirks, liking the way your face heats up whenever he does or says something. He feels like your eyes canât take him in wholly, going from one part to another frantically as they slide over his upper body. âAnd can I?âÂ
Your eyebrows furrow after his teasing tone makes an appearance again and he has to stop himself from letting out a chuckle. Youâre almost pouting too, lower lip jutting out and unintentionally showing off your pretty lipgloss. You cross your arms, nails digging in your own forearms as the cold suddenly takes over you again. âI think itâs pretty obvious, donât you think?â
A beat of silence, and then, âI want you to say it.â
Heâs begging for it, pleading eyes boring into yours. His voice sounds somewhat more whiny as he starts to rub your sleeveless arms, making the goosebumps disappear. Itâs not the first time youâve seen Mingyu use his puppy eyes, he usually brings them out when someone teases him or when he needs something, and today, itâs the latter.Â
Once again, you find yourself unable to refuse Mingyu anything.Â
âI should have said your name when Minghao asked.â
Then heâs smiling again, happy you finally (kinda) admitted what you two should have confessed months earlier. He didnât think you would give in so quickly, making him beam in excitement. His eyes are full of joy and his cheeks are rosyâ you like to think itâs because of what you said, but the alcohol could still be playing a part in it.
You didnât even feel tipsy anymore, no blurred vision or imperfect balance. Itâs the first time youâve sobered up so quickly, and you entirely thank Mingyu for it.Â
You truly donât know how much time passed since you stepped foot onto the balcony, the cold weather dragging every minute out but Mingyuâs presence speeding everything up. The music seemed to have calmed down a lot since the beginning of the night, and when you glance around Mingyu and into the apartment, you notice you can actually now make out the furniture and picture frames in the hallway. The kitchen and hallway are mainly empty but you can still hear chatter and laughter coming from the living room, concluding the rest of the guests are probably scattered all over the couches.
When your thoughts are all over the place, a slight pinch at your hip wakes you up, bringing you back to realityâ on the balcony, and still in Mingyuâs arms. He chuckles, smoothing down your dress where he pinched you, rubbing over the now sore spot as you slowly wince.Â
He looks behind him, into his apartment, where you were previously staring at and comes to the same conclusion as you.Â
Youâre all alone, with no one around.Â
That thought alone makes him gulp. Fuck, was he always this nervous around girls?
Itâs a silly question, because he knows heâs only ever that nervous when it comes to you.
Heâs nervous, but he still craves for more so he focuses on you again. On your pretty eyes and how much they glisten in the moonlight. On your soft hair and how perfectly his hand fits in the nape of your neck, playing with a few strands. On your pretty lips and how he wishes he could just kiss away the lipgloss, so that youâd have to apply it again and he could then mess it up again. Â
Mingyu needs you now, and if that means speaking without a filter, then so be itâ a sacrifice heâs more than willing to give.Â
âAre you going to kiss me now?â
You giggle and he feels dumb. But then you smile so deeply that he falls in love all over again. And he thinks youâre with no doubt the most beautiful soul heâs ever met.Â
Your hands start to travel back up from his forearms to his biceps, before landing on his shoulders, where they squeeze his muscles, the tension in them all too familiar. You eye him, entirely this time, taking your time to appreciate every single part of him.Â
You stare a bit too long at his neck and Mingyu blushes, unaware of how heâs supposed to react to this sudden onslaught of attention. Your hands move up to his jaw, holding his face close to yours as you stroke both his cheeks.Â
You truly have him twisted around your finger.Â
âDo you want me to?â It's an unnecessary question, but you want him to say itâ just like Mingyu wanted you to before. Mingyu thinks heâs on the verge of collapsing, the only thing still keeping him upright are your hands on him and his on your waist and the railing.Â
Heâs desperate as he catches both of your wrists and kisses them each, before bringing your right arm up to wrap around his neck. Heâs slow but determined and it sends shivers down your spine. Your nails scratch against the nape of his neck and he groans, clearly affected by itâ by you.Â
âPlease, Yn.â
Your left arm soon joins the other one around his neck and Mingyu has to mentally restrain himself from rushing whatever good is supposed to happen. When both your arms are loosely hanging around his neck, your bodies are closer than ever, chests pressed against each other, warmth engulfing you entirely. Â
Your sweet voice is the last thing he hears before his mind circuits. âGuess itâs time for your second gift then.â
And then youâre standing on your tip-toes, closing the small distance between you two and finally, finally stopping the seemingly endless torture.Â
Your lips smash against his and itâs so aggressive because you canât control yourself anymore. His lips feel soft and delicate against yours and you think you might end up breaking themâ you wish you would.Â
Mingyu holds a strong grip onto your waist, his arm circling around it to make sure you donât shy away again. His other hand is on the side of your neck, holding onto your face as he pushes you against the balcony railing.Â
One of the first things he notices is your raspberry flavored lip glossâ which he swears he knows he will never get enough ofâ and the slight hint of alcohol on your lips. Itâs enamoring, enticing and everything heâs ever wanted.Â
You run out of breath quickly but you donât stop, you refuse to, physically unable to separate yourself from him. Itâs Mingyu who backs away first, leaving you desperate for more, chasing after his lips. You gasp for air, head spinning at the utterly new but heavenly feeling while Mingyu attacks your neck, jaw, and everything that could make your eyes roll back.
Your hands are gripping onto his shirt, nails clawing at his back as Mingyu takes pleasure in pressing kisses onto your skin, going from your neck down to your cleavage and stopping when his chin grazes the fabric of your dress.
Mingyu groans when you pull at his hair, biting and sucking at your neck before planting a last kiss on your collarbone, quickly coming back up to your lips. He swears he canât live anymore without kissing you.Â
You drag Mingyu closer to you by the collar of his shirt, and then heâs kissing you again. His lips were determined and unrelenting, not letting go of you. He was addicted, goosebumps taking over his body as he bit down on your lower lip. You whined at the metal taste in your mouth, craning your neck for more.Â
Mingyu chuckled against your lips, kissing them slowly before sliding his tongue against your lower lip to soothe the bite. Heâs barely leaving you alive, completely breathless but stillâ alwaysâ aching for more.Â
His mouth was devouring you and you just couldnât get enoughâ both of you, too absorbed in your own little bubble to even notice the weather was becoming gradually worse, rain falling out of the sky in a downpour.Â
His tongue slid against your lips, again, before entering your mouth. Your hands holding onto Mingyuâs shoulders werenât enough to get you anchored, legs trembling as he held onto your waist, muscles flexing.Â
Mingyuâs warmth surrounded you completely, to the point where you felt like you couldn't breathe properly. Mingyu had taken full control over you, as your mind was a total mess, and you were just able to follow his movements and beg for more.
You gripped onto his bicep as you arched your back, the rain drenching both of you to the coreâ not that you really cared anyway, the way Mingyuâs tongue fought with yours was what truly mattered.Â
You were ruinedâ completely and devastatingly ruined for everyone who wasnât Mingyu. Â
Then he eventually parted from you, pressing one sweet kiss to your mouth and you almost teared up when you felt him smile against your lips.Â
Mingyu was beautiful, soaking wet hair sticking to his forehead, cheeks and the tip of his ears spark red and his lips swollen, red and plump from kissing you. His chest is heaving as you stare up at him, not caring in the slightest about the rain messing up your makeup and outfit.Â
His hands slowly lift up to your face, holding it so softly your heart skips a beat. His thumb sweeps over your cheekbone and he leans towards you, nuzzling your nose with his.Â
Mingyuâs eyes literally shine and your lips part in awe.
You stare too much but Mingyu doesnât force you to look away, because heâs sure heâs staring just as much.Â
Itâs only when you lean back into his arms that Mingyu notices the lingering taste of raspberry on his lips. He grins and he hopes that your lip color stained his lips, so that when you go back inside, your friends know that youâre his nowâ not that they werenât aware before.Â
And when you lift your head to look at him, arms circled around his waist, your smudged lipgloss is enough to make him want more.Â
âHappy fucking birthday to me.â
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him or me? | k. mingyu
Mingyu figured he had properly moved on from the fact that his girlfriend used to fuck one of his members. Inviting everyone out to an accommodation near the seaside for the weekend. An opportunity to relax was all he had in mind.
Good food, good company, good time, right ?
Who knew years of healing could be reset in one evening.
contents: smut. afab reader, mentions of alcohol, ex FWB hoshi being drunk af, boyfriend Mingyu with a temper⊠yeah, semi public jealousy sex, size kink lowkey, desperation, condescending attitudes, slight dub con, bit of edging, oral (m receiving), mating press, raw sex, cream pie, Dino just trying to live his life man.
Fingers rim the emptied shot glass in front of him as he contemplated your attendance to the outing. Its too late to come up with an excuse to leave, but any train of thought was better than focusing on the conversation between you and your former fuck-buddy.
Your arrival was smooth. Everyone was well behaved for dinner. The real problem started a couple bottles of soju later.Â
Hoshi lives for the spotlight and Mingyu was naive enough to think heâd keep the theatrics down tonight. Unabashedly chatting your ear off as you sat next to your boyfriend; causing laughter to rip from your stomach as you showcased that pretty little smile that would usually be directed towards Mingyu, now on display for everyone to see. For Hoshi to see.
It took a few shots before the physical closeness started getting to him, personal bubbles being invaded after each sip. Vigilantly watching hands that brushed past each other in movement turn stationary. Resting on your arm while talking, wrapping around your shoulder like practiced movements, because to be fair, that's just how close you two are.Â
Well, were .
Dinoâs unaffectedness led him to call for another round, and of courseâbeing off cameraâthey all respected the maknaeâs wish without deliberation.
Hoshi giggles at the way your face twists at the bitterness, bringing a finger to the corner of your mouth to swipe at the droplet of soju that lingered there, â Ah, so cute.â
Heâs been lenient enough. The burning in his chest becomes too unbearable to ignore, âLetâs not overdo it.â
His tone raises heads, concerned eyes immediately lifting to assess what had happened.Â
Hoshiâs drunk, filter far from removed, âWhat? âS true .â His ditzy gaze takes a lap around the room before landing on you again, â âY knowâyouâre really lucky, Mings.â Puffy eyes drag over your body, licking at his lips before he speaks again, âI bet you two have loads of fun. I know we did .â
Seats draw back in unison, shaking the table with their abrupt motions. Coups immediately jumps in to haul Hoshi back, muttering something about getting to bed while the others swoop in to create some distance between the two.
Hands smooth over his tense chest, soothing voice attempting to coax him into calming down, âMingyuâ hey. Câmon babe, heâs just drunk.âÂ
Something in the way you were defending Hoshi ruptured what was left of Mingyuâs composure, voice projecting louder than anyone had anticipated, âWhat do you mean heâs just drunk? Didnât you see the way he was looking at you?âÂ
The table falls silent, leaving it crystal clear to hear the next words that spill from his mouth, âOr is it that you liked it?â
Each syllable is heavy; coated with accusations and overflowing your ears, leaving you in a murky puddle of fury and embarrassment.
Seungkwan tries coming to your defense, âHyung, câmon, this isnât on herââ
âLet her answer.â His jaw tenses, paying the younger boy no mind as his gaze continues to pierce right through you.
You open your mouth, lips parting in an attempt to speak up for yourself but nothing makes it past the sudden strain in your throat. His glower leaves you paralyzed. Itâs unwavering, stinging your cheeks with its intensity.Â
Seconds of icy silence go by before Mingyu exits with a not so subtle tch. Head nodding in disbelievement as he makes his way into the first bedroom he sees.Â
Luckily, youâre able to catch the door before it slams shut, stinging your palm in the process, shutting it with a gentle click instead, âMingyu, please.â
He snaps his neck backwards, âOh, now you have something to say? Let's hear it, then.â
His attitude only worsens when you just look at him unimpressed, chin jutting out in irritation, âNothing? Ha.â Itâs a mocked laugh, filled with every opposite connotation of joy.
âYou sure had a lot to talk about back there, maybe you should go talk to your friend instead.â
Addressing Hoshi had never felt so hateful. It was almost comical how fired up heâd gotten over the whole situation. You wanna console him, reassure him of his place, but the embarrassment from his public scolding prods at your ego, âYou know what, maybe I should.â
Swift feet turn to head towards the door. Hands clasp and twist the handle, seeing the light bleed in from the hallway till the door suddenly slams shut, rattling the frame.Â
A strong hand falls on your shoulder, forcing you around. He inclines to match your eye level, eliminating the distance keeping you apartâso much so that you can almost taste the soju on his breath, âWhere the fuck do you think youâre going, huh?â
You stare at his unrelenting grasp in warning, burning holes in the skin before looking forward to speak levelly, âTo talk to my friend.âÂ
Aggravation suddenly peaks, shoving at his arm, using the entirety of your strength to push and prod at his chest, making him take steps back towards the small bed with each word, âIsnât. That. What. You. Wanted?â
Youâre in his face now, huffing from the exertion, and it takes everything in him not to cackle. Rejoicing over the fact youâre this affected after he let you push him, gracefully granting his feet to stumble backwards just to allow you to feel some semblance of power.
But enough with the bullshit, youâve had your fun all evening.Â
In the blink of an eye youâre flinged onto the bed, head bouncing against the springs as he settles between your legs, descending to plant his toned arms on either side of your face. He wants to add some of his weight on you to assert his strength, but decides against it when he feels you lose your fight.Â
The position suits you, he thinks. Your sudden toughness fizzling away with every second heâs got you caged up under him like this, with that naive little deer in the headlights gaze, so weak and helpless. It makes his cock twitch in his pants.Â
The pad of his thumb reaches out to caress your cheek, âPretty girl just thinks she can do whatever she wants, hmm?âÂ
His voice is tantalizing, drawing goosebumps on your skin as his lips press onto the shell of your ear, âYou thought I was just gonna let you waltz out there with him?â Hips press into your clothed heat to drill in his sentiment, âWhen youâve got everything youâve ever wanted right here ?â
Haughty chuckles fan over your jugular as he hears you whimper, parting your legs wider to feel more of that delicious friction.
Heâs relentless in his movements, feeding you as much as he can with the barrier of your clothes still standing strong. Lifting from the crook of your neck, eyes desperate to take in the picture of your pathetic face; lids screwed shut with your lips tucked between your teeth to try and hush your sounds as you grind against his movements, âDo you really think he can make you feel as good as me?â
Heâs already won the physical battle, you wonât let him bag the psychological one too. You know heâs easily provoked. Wearing his emotions on his face, buttons all shiny and waiting to be mashed on. Itâs only natural that youâd want to exploit them. So you lock your ankles behind his back, pressing more of his weight into your core, âProve to me that he canât.â
The flicker of determination in his eyes makes your stomach churn in excitement. Defenses slowly crumble down as he glides heavy palms over your body, slithering towards your sex, pushing your panties into the sweltering heat through the denim. Lazing tracing over your clothed slit to have you bucking against his touch.
He feels kind in the moment, letting you enjoy the feeling before delivering a harsh slap. Using his legs to keep you spread as you try to shield yourself from the second one.Â
âYou really thought that would work?â His lips pursed in a mocking tut as he leaned in closer, âProve to me you deserve it.â
Disbelief overcomes your features, tugging your lips into a faint pout as you defeatedly slide down the mattress, onto your knees where you knew he wanted you.Â
He sneers at the way you await instruction, fingernails digging into your thighs in anticipation of whatever morsel of himself heâd offer up.Â
You pick up on nuances so well, heâs contemplating whether or not you deserve a treat.
Thick fingers take their time in fiddling with his belt buckle, the sound of metal clinking and unclasping ringing in your ears, mocking you as they fall mid thigh. Wasting no time in shoving his hand in his boxers to grip and pump at the length. Satisfaction swelling within his chest when he sees you gnawing on your lips, eyes silently pleading for a peek.
A conceited smile shines in the dimly lit room as he continues to tug, âWanna see?â
Lust dumbs you out, pushing your knees together to try and pacify the throbbing between your legs as you sit there rapidly nodding up and down. He beckons you with a low voice that vibrates from anticipation, âCâmere.â
Kneecaps knock along the wood as you scoot closer. Eager hands reach out and quickly drag down the waistband of his boxers, prompting his hard cock to spring up and tap against his abdomen. Smearing the carved out muscles with a dollop of pre. He winces, catching you by the roots of your hair, forcing your attention upwards just before your tongue is able to latch onto his tip, âI said see, not touch. Understand ?â
Asshole .Â
You roll your eyes at his ridiculousness but his grip only tightens, craning your neck farther back and shaking you by the strands to extract some sort of confirmation, âWell? Do you? â
Your jaw ticks in irritation. Partly from the tug, but more-so over the fact that you lack the will to refute him. A weak âyesâ tumbles past your lips and he pretends to mishear, âIâm sorry, what was that?â
Lungs push out a sigh in defeat. If you were able to slump over you would, but his strong hold kept you in place, âYes.â The word comes out thorny, well enunciated to make sure he didn't miss it this time.
He doesnât even try to hide his smile, âGood.â
âIâm gonna let go now, you just have to stay still and sit pretty for me. Think you can manage?â
You scoff under him, âI'll try my best.â
With a nod of his head, a hand reaches to pinch at your cheek, âThatâs the spirit.â
Locks of hair fall from between his fingers as he finally releases you. Opting to clutch onto his girth instead, starting at the base where droplets of pre gathered the most. Fresh beads oozing out each time he squeezed harder, soft groans fill the room as he pumps slowly in front of your face. Rocking into his fist as he throws his head back to really sell how good it feels.Â
Hands stop working himself before he shuffles closer to lay the sticky head on your soft lips, a small gasp escaping at his sudden action. He pays attention to the way your thighs press together in reaction.Â
âSpit on it for me, will you?â
Warm saliva drips onto the head and he twitches in response, tucking his lower lip between his teeth to suppress a moan, âYou take direction that well from anyone, or just me?â
Heâs dying to know. Even if it hurts, he needs to know if youâd renounce your self-respect like this for anyone, or if he was the exception.
Glossy eyes peer up at him through furrowed brows, revealing everything he needed to know then and there. But he still awaits his response.
âJust you Mingyu, please, let me taste it.â
He fights back every instinct that yells at him to let you gag on his cock, re-threading his fingers through your hair to get a solid grip, âI donât know if youâve earned it, baby.â He guides your face lower to where his balls hang, âI donât think you deserve a taste just yet.â
A sadistic grin tugs at his lips, thinking heâs successfully broken your pride. Little does he know that every last shred of dignity was stripped from your body the second he flinged it onto the mattress. Your mind was already set on being his ragdoll, heâs toying with himself , really.
Warm breath ghosts over his sensitive skin, âLet me prove it, then.â
Kisses along the tender flesh of his inner thighs turn to kitten licks before you take one of his balls on your mouth. The salivation from seeing his aching cock aids the pleasure he feels, swirling your tongue around it before detaching with a lewd pop, wasting no time in giving the other attention. Smugness blooms from within everytime you see his thighs tense up.Â
He gets so lost in the feeling that his hand slips from your hair, moans claw from his taut throat when you pair your ministries with a tug to his length, making sure to drop a glob of spit on your palm before tugging upwards. Sliding your thumb over the leaky tip before gliding back down, squeezing at his base before pumping at an agonizing pace.
Mouth and hands switch places when you feel him rocking into your touch, desperately needing to feel his tip bruise the back of your throat.
Guttural growls pry from his chest as he feels the heat of your tongue glide along his veins, the plush of your inner cheeks greedily sucking him in. He sounds pathetic as you pick up the pace, doing everything in your power to draw more sounds so that everyone can hear just how desperate he is. How their big, tall, and strong friend Mingyu turns into nothing but a puddle of mush over some head.
If his moans werenât enough to go off of, the stutter of his hips gave him away. You hollow your cheeks, faithfully prepping for the warm and salty batch of cum to ooze into your esophagus, letting your eyes fall shut as he repeatedly prods at your uvula, prompting your throat to tighten up around him with each thrust.Â
Before you get your taste he retracts, finally allowing proper airflow into your lungs, coughing as drool dribbles past the corners of your mouth.Â
That glint of anger in his eyes from earlier returns before he tugs you by your hands, helping you up just to shove you unceremoniously onto the bed.
âIâve had enough of you.â
Impatient hands unbuckle your pants. You shimmy your hips to help him peel them off your skin, discarding them onto the floor.
Your legs fall open on their own, lips spreading under the cotton panties he decided to leave on. Nail beds trace the backs of your thighs, teasing there. Warm and playful, only stopping their glide when your hips cant upwards to chase the tickle, desperately needing to feel them in a more intimate spot.
He plays with the waistband of your underwear, and just as you think relief is so close, he yanks them up. Burying the cotton between your lips, dampening the fabric and causing the puffiness to spill out from its confines. Tugging in spontaneous spurts to see you pitifully rut against each motion. Seeing your legs spread wider to try to entice him into finally fucking you.
Mingyu wants to see the wet mess to spread more, pairing the tugs with gentle traces of circles along your clit to speed up the process. Thereâs a sudden wave of ease that washes over as he stands to hover above you. Drinking in the moisture of your orbs before leaning to plant himself between your legs once more.
The heat of his cock makes you feel even more dizzy, twitching with every slight brush of his skin contact, licking your lips at the mere thought of his entry.Â
An entry that doesn't come.Â
Only punishing drags along the damp fibers as he grazes your aching clit with the tip of his length. Burying himself deeper into the cotton to try and alleviate the burn in his stomach.Â
He knows its not enough, but for the sake of pride, heâll let you believe it is, â Fuckâ I think I can get off just like this, paint this pretty pussy, uh ?â He presses chaste kisses to your cheek, â Howâs that sound? â
You groan, dissatisfied with his proposition, â âm sorry ahâ about earlier, ok ?â Shaky fingers thread through his damp locks, âNow quit stalling and just fuck me already.â Thereâs a slight whine to your voice, quivering under him in desperation, "I need you and I know you need me too. â
That's what it took to break him, have his hands shoving your underwear to the side to expose the way you flutter around nothing. Itâs a sight heâd usually dote on, but the burn beneath his belly button is becoming unbearable.Â
His toes curl into the wood panels when he finally breaches your heat, making the most of it by burying into the hilt. Taking a second to catch his breath before hitting you with a thrust that fizzles every nerve in your spine.
Heâs losing his sanity, slowly toppling over till he finds himself in the crook of your neck. â Oh fuck.âÂ
White stars shine behind his eyelids, âYou like that, donât you? Squeezing me so fucking tight .â The typical confidence that embeds his voice shrivels up, slack jaw landing near your pulse point, âIâm not gonna go anywhere, greedy girl .â
Thereâs nothing to do but slowly spiral into pleasure. Laid on your back as he stills. Tracing each curve with his calloused palms, trudging over your soft skin because he knows heâll give out if he moves too fast.
Hips drawn into a languid pace in an attempt to delay the inevitable. It's agonizing, and he knows it, he feels it too.Â
As a distraction he decides to zero in on the not so subtle shlick shlick shlick that bounce off the walls each time he draws out. He smooths over your thighs to try and get you to focus too, âHear that baby?â When your whimpers donât die down he palms over your mouth, âListen to how wet you are.â Smirking above you before resuming that mind-numbing, languorous pace.
The stalling is beginning to break his soul, evident in the way his hips begin to pick up speed. Reaching between your legs to swirl his fingers around your clit. Tensing every fiber of muscle in his abdomen each time he feels you clench, tight rings of muscle squeezing sporadically with each snap.
âHe ever make you feel like this?â
Like the world was tipping on its axis, making every nerve in your body suffer through all three degrees of burns?
No, never . That was Mingyuâs speciality, and the way you can't form a sentence in response tells him just that.
He digs his finger into the pits of your knees. Planting your knees on either side of your head. Making you feel every ridge of his cock deeper than before, swollen tip bullying the soft and spongy nerves that makes you sob and squirm beneath him.
âJust like that, fuckâdonât hold back.â He cranes forward, resting his sweaty forehead on yours as he continues to drill into your sopping pussy, âLet him hear youâhear how good I fuck you. â
Heâs relentless, letting his hand lay over your throat but not constricting, ultimately scared he might like it too much and end up hurting you.
You babble away but everything comes out unintelligible except for the last few bits, â Hnnghâfuck, Mingyu âm gonnaââ
â Do it , make a fucking mess.â
On his cock, on the bed, wherever you want, it didnât matter.
He knows you followed through when he feels a sudden spurt of liquids splash against his stomach. Warm and wet and trickling down his thighs as he chases his high. Shoving you deeper into the mattress as he fills you to the brim. Twitching from within you as he peppers your face with sloppy open mouthed kisses as a thank you.Â
Grunting softly into your mouth when he feels his seed spill down the trail of his sack. Slowly lifting up to see his warmth ooze out of you.
Somehow, through the thick haze of bliss, youâre able to decipher his voice, âYou look so perfect like this, all pretty and all mine .â
All ditzy, brain fuzzy from being fucked so good, really.
His observation is cut short by tumbles into the room. Unstable scuffles along the floor that somehow manage to find their footing.Â
Mingyu tosses whatever he could find over your spent body before turning to look at the intruder.Â
A disoriented Dino whoâs attempting to piece the scene in front of him in his drunken stupor. Wobbling his index finger in the air to count the amount of bodies in the room before dismay finally hits, â Hyung.. â Heâs whiny, letting his head fall against the door as he shuts his eyes, â Really? On my bed?!â
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pairing: seungcheol x afab reader
word count: 4K
synopsis: your clumsy lab partner left a bruise on you. seungcheol seems disproportionately upset by it, but it makes way more sense once you understand why.
themes: college au, best friend seungcheol, double sided repressed feelings, possessive and jealous seungcheol.
warnings: smut, mentions of bruising/marking, mention of reader being smaller than seungcheol.
a/n: i started this literally one year ago and lost steam. and then blonde.fucking.scoups comes along and truly does a number on me. anyways, bon appetit, LOL
âWhat the hell happened to you?â Seungcheolâs eyes widened as you stretched your legs across his lap on the sofa.
âWhat?â you blinked at him, taking your eyes off of the television momentarily.
âWhatâs this bruise from?â he asked, resisting the strong urge to touch the bluish purple mark just above your elbow.
âAh, that!â you shrugged, âI almost tripped the other day in lab. Mingyu grabbed me, but he might as well have let me fall! Who knew someone could bruise you just from grabbing you! Like how strong is that dude even?â you rolled your eyes. Grumbling, you returned your attention to the screen.
Seungcheol stewed next to you. While he had no real claim or reason to be upset at your lab partner, every time you brought him up, it made him want to strangle someone.
Mingyu was so tall that you had to readjust the titration burette between replicates. Mingyu was all sweaty because he had come to lab right after the gym. Mingyu didnât cover his face while sneezing.
Seungcheol eagerly awaited next semester when he wouldnât have to hear about this man anymore.
Swallowing, your eyes flitted nervously to your best friendâs hands, which were stroking your calves absentmindedly as he watched the show. While just a mindless gesture on his part, you were struggling silently with the way it made your insides turn just slightly into jelly.
âCheol, that tickles!â you finally pulled your legs away, curling into a ball against the armrest of the sofa.
âOh, sorry,â he smiled sheepishly at you, seeming distracted. It almost seemed like your friend was sulking, but you couldnât understand why. You were watching a sitcom!
âŠ
âThere you are!â
You looked up to see your lab partner standing over your table, clutching the straps of his backpack.
âOh, hey Mingyu,â you furrowed your brows at him, âDid you need something?â
âI thought we were supposed to be working on our lab report today?â he cocked his head at you, wondering if he had gotten the time wrong.
âOh shit!â you cursed, âIâm so sorry Gyu, I totally lost track of time!â
âThatâs okay,â he laughed, âItâs not that big of a deal. You want to work on it now?â
âSure!â you nodded, glancing at Seungcheol and Jeonghan, who were immersed in their computer programming assignments. âDo you mind if Mingyu joins us? We have a lab report.â
âYes, we heard,â Jeonghan rolls his eyes at you, âSure thatâs fine.â
âThanks,â Mingyu nods before taking the seat next to you.
âDid you start anything for it yet?â you asked, pulling your lab notebook out of your backpack.
âWhoa, did I really grab you that hard that day?â Mingyu exclaimed, seeing the purple bruise on your arm.
âYes, it fuckinâ hurts too!â you squinted at him, annoyed.
âI didnât think you could bruise someone just by grabbing them. I guess Iâm just super strong, huh?â Mingyu preened.
âYouâre so fucking annoying,â you threatened to punch him.
Jeonghan observed Seungcheolâs shift in mood with mild interest as you and Mingyu muddled your way through your lab report.
âI need some coffee or Iâm going to rip my eyeballs out,â you announced after calculating mole fractions for far too long. You stood from the table to move towards the cafe in the library. You tapped your fingertips on your wallet mindlessly as you calculated how many shots of espresso you could consume without your heart bursting out of your chest.
âYN!â a familiar voice greeted you as they tapped your shoulder.
âAh, hey!â you smiled at Bina, your lab partner from last year. âUgh, Iâm working on a lab report and it is giving me flashbacks to last semester!â
âOh my god, please donât remind me!â she rolled her eyes. You two had barely managed to scrape through that class. Unlike you, it had been her only chem requirement, so she was free of the horror of lab reports now. âWhoâs your lab partner this semester?â
âMingyu Kim,â you scrunched up your nose slightly, âGod bless him, but he is such a klutz.â
âWait, no. Mingyu? The Kim Mingyu?â Bina paled slightly.
âWhy? Do you know him? Is there tea?â you looked at her with wide eyes.
âNo, god I wish. Heâs just so hot to me! Iâm jealous, I would slog through another semester of chem to be his lab partner.â
âWould you?!â you gaped at her, thoroughly alarmed. âYouâre sick in the head over this man,â you laughed heartily.
âNo, probably not,â Bina chuckled after giving it some more serious consideration. âBut Iâd think long and hard about it.â
âWeâre sitting over there if you wanna stop by and say hi. Iâll introduce yâall,â you offered before placing your order with the cashier.
âI might do that,â she craned her head to see exactly where your table was. âYouâre sitting with Seungcheol too? My friend is infatuated with that man. Theyâre in Comp Sci together. Can she come say hi too?â
âS-sure,â you answered blankly. You had no stake or claim, but something in you wanted to scream âNO!â when you heard Bina ask that question.
âYouâre the best, weâll be over in a bit,â Bina smiled brightly at you, giving you a squeeze.
âOkay, Iâm ready to resume crying,â you announced when you returned to the table with your beverage.
âOkay, good, cause Iâm ready to take a break from crying,â Mingyu looked up at you pitifully. âI think I figured out 4. So then if we can figure out 5, then we just need to pull together some nonsense for the discussion.â
âOkay, okay,â you nodded determinedly. By some miracle, question 5 was just some simple dilution practice, so before long you and Mingyu were typing furiously, chipping away at the remainder of the lab report.
âHey YN!â Binaâs voice pulled you out of a sentence about how (DUH) important it was to switch pipettes between samples.
âOh, hey Bina! Whatâs up?â you waved excitedly at your friend, eager to do some meddling for her.
âNot much, how are you? Long time no see!â
âYes, luckily youâre done with your chem requirements, otherwise youâd be here crying with us,â you laughed as Mingyu and Seungcheol looked on at you with interest. Jeonghan had long ago put on a pair of noise canceling headphones and was ignoring everybody. âMingyu, Bina was my lab partner last semester. And she was a lot better than you are,â you couldnât help but tease.
âHey!â Mingyu pouted.
âI mean at the very least sheâs my height, so I didnât have to readjust the biuret every time we titrated,â you rolled your eyes playfully at Bina.
âItâs not my fault youâre both short,â Mingyu protested, eyes flickering to Bina for some support.
âIf it makes you feel better, I was terrible in lab too,â she offered up sympathetically, âYN is my patron saint of chemistry. Did she ever tell you about how I exploded two crucibles one time?â
âNo!â Mingyu looked at her with interest, âWas YN also very mean to you and made you finish your work way ahead of time?â
âYes!â Bina giggled excitedly, âLike why canât we pull all nighters like normal people?â
âHell no, Iâm not disrupting my sleep schedule for yâall. No thanks,â you shook your head stalwartly. âAnyways, you two should exchange numbers so you can complain about me on your own time,â you chuckled. Bina and Mingyu seemed to agree and set about that task enthusiastically.
âAh, sorry Iâm being rude, this is my friend Hayoung! Weâre in a writing foundations class together so we were working on that.â
âHi,â she waved at everyone shyly.
âHayoung, whatâs your major?â you asked.
âComputer science, focusing on human & computer interactions.â
âOoh?! Love me a girly in STEM! These two are comp sci as well! Do you all know each other?â you asked, mostly Seungcheol as Jeonghan was still intent on ignoring you.
âMaybe? You look kind of familiar, but I donât talk to many people in class,â he chuckled honestly.
âI think we might have a class together?â Hayoung smiled.
âOh wonderful! You two should exchange numbers too! Maybe you can work on comp sci stuff together,â you suggested. They werenât really giving you too much to work with, if you were being honest.
âIâd actually love that,â Hayoungâs eyes creased into a smile, âI donât know that many people in the major.â
âIs it because theyâre being sexist?â your eyes widened and you raised a fist theatrically, âIâll fight them all for you. Cheol, you will too, right? Jeonghanâs not much use in a fight, if Iâm being honest,â you commented quietly, glancing at the target of your teasing.
âSure,â Seungcheolâs face creased into a real smile as he watched you whisper about Jeonghan animatedly.
Hayoung and Seungcheol exchanged phone numbers as you watched on excitedly. Hayoung was clearly pleased, but Seungcheol was making a face as if he had tasted something odd, but was too polite to say anything about it.
âBina is so cute!â Mingyu remarked happily after they both left, âLucky you with your cute lab partners!â
âYeah,â you rolled your eyes at him, âI love doing unpaid babysitting in the lab.â
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âCheol, can I crash on your couch?â you spoke after he picked up your call.
âYeah, of course! Are you okay?â Seungcheolâs brow furrowed, worried.
âYeah, Iâve just been sexiled,â you grumbled, starting your walk towards Seungcheolâs apartment. He met you about halfway and the two of you caught up on the walk back.
âHow are things with Hayoung?â you asked, not quite making eye contact.
âWhat?â his hand slipped as he was moving to turn the doorknob.
âHayoung, did you guys ever meet up to work on comp sci together?â you asked, lips pursed as you followed him into his apartment.
âOh, no, she texted me but I forgot to text her back,â Seungcheol shrugged.
âText her back, you jerk!â you poked Seungcheol insistently, âHayoungâs cute! And she likes you.â
âThatâs good for her,â Seungcheol grumbled, irritated at your attempt to push him towards someone else. Maybe his cause was truly hopeless.
âYouâre acting weird,â you glanced at him oddly before flopping down on the couch.
âNo, you take the bed,â Seungcheol ignored your statement and plopped down near your feet, tapping your legs lightly.
âNo! Iâm not gonna kick you out of your bed!â you protested.
âNo, seriously, sleep on the bed. I always wake up before you anyways. Iâll end up waking you up if you sleep out here.â
âI-,â you tried to think of another excuse, but he wasnât your best friend for no reason. He knew you just as well as you knew yourself. âOkay,â you acquiesced, hopping up from the couch to walk into his room, âDo you need anything from here before bed?â you turned to ask him, hand on the doorframe.
âNope, I donât think so.â
âOkay, thanks again for letting me crash,â you smiled at him before pulling the door not quite closed behind you.
Once inside, you dropped your bag and helped yourself to a t-shirt and pair of shorts from Seungcheolâs drawers. You laughed at the way you were swimming in the shirt.
âI look ridiculous,â you laughed, walking back out into the living room. âCheol, look,â you spread your arms out to your sides, showing Seungcheol the way that his t-shirt just swallowed you.
âI-,â his brain stopped for a few moments. He wouldnât say anything, but he could in fact see your nipples as you tried to show him whatever you were showing him. âWhat?â
âYour shirt is too big on me,â you folded your arms over your chest, irritated that he had been listening.
âOh yeah, well Iâm bigger than you,â he replied curtly.
âWell, yeah,â you glanced away from him. He was in such an odd mood today! You grumbled just a little bit before flopping down on the bed. You were tired.
Tossing and turning, you fought for a long time to push down the arousal that was building in your gut. Being enveloped by Seungcheolâs scent was making your brain go haywire. You could feel yourself throbbing and you bit down on your fist in an effort to try and distract yourself, but that hadnât worked. Glancing nervously at the door, you contemplated seeking some relief, but the idea of doing it in Seungcheolâs bed while he was just outside the door inspired guilt, worry, and worst of all, excitement.Â
You managed to ignore yourself for about ten minutes before your left hand snuck down between your thighs, stroking them softly. Sinking deeper into Seungcheolâs pillows, you closed your eyes and imagined your best friendâs hands softly caressing and spreading your legs apart. You were embarrassed to hear the wet sounds of yourself opening up, but not embarrassed enough to stop. Your right hand came to tease the sensitive undersides of your breasts as your fingertips stroked languidly through your folds.
In the living room, Cheol wrestled with whether to disturb you or not. Several minutes ago, he had noticed that one of his textbooks was still in his room. Heâd been planning to get ahead on a problem set, so it wasnât as if he needed to disturb you, but he also didnât see himself falling asleep anytime soon. Chewing his lip, he noticed that the door was still slightly ajar and decided to retrieve the book as you must not have gone to bed just yet.
When his eyes first landed on your face, your brows were knit up in utter concentration as your hands worked feverishly under the covers. Your front teeth had your lower lip pinned down as you bit back the loudest of your desperate noises. Seungcheolâs pupils dilated as he registered what was happening. Frantically, he tried to back out of the room, but his sweater caught the edge of a pamphlet that had been hanging off the bookshelf, sending a handful of items clattering to the floor.
âFuck!â your eyes shot open, panicked as you met Cheolâs gaze, âIâm, you-, help!â you squeaked, pulling the covers over your face as you wished to vanish off the face of the earth.
Seungcheolâs mind went blank as he walked towards you, placing his hands over yours to pull down the covers. You peered up at him through your eyelashes, so overcome with embarrassment that you failed to register the look of hunger in his eyes.
âIâm so sorry Cheol, I didnât, I shouldnât have done that here!â
âWhat?â he cocked his head to the side, brain not really functioning.
âItâs your bed!â you looked at him as if he was crazy, âI just-, you smell so good,â you spoke without thinking.
âIâŠ,â he looked you up and down, âYouâre telling me I inspired this?â
âShit, I shouldnât have said that, oh my god!â you groaned, trying to shrug under the covers again. Seungcheolâs large hands held you still and you watched in disbelief as he brought your left hand up to inspect it. The shine of moisture on your fingers was mortifyingly telling, but he surprised you to your core when he brought your hand to his mouth and sucked your wet fingers inside.
âHuh?!â you choked out, eyes fluttering shut as he tongue stroked between your digits, tasting you thoroughly.
âYou shouldâve told me about this sooner,â he told you, voice gravely with desire, âIâve been torturing myself trying to ignore how much I think about you.â
âOh?â you blinked at him in disbelief.
âYes, oh,â Seungcheol rolled his eyes at you, âNow let me help, as you requested.â
His fingers wandered. His eyes widened slightly when he felt just how wet you were. The rumble that emitted from his chest almost sounded like a purr and you found yourself quickly breathless at his ministrations.
âCheol,â you moaned, melting slightly as his substantially larger fingers swirled dizzyingly through your folds. He smirked down at you, more than pleased to hear your saying his name in that manner.
âSo needy,â he chuckled, eyes flicking over you.
âWell I was halfway there when you walked in,â you teased him and his eyes flashed at you, a subtle warning.
He raised one eyebrow at you before sliding his fingers inside of you. You choked on your breath at the intrusion, though your legs parted asking for more.
âYou-, your fingers!â
âMm, how do they feel?â he smirked at you, confident.
âI knew theyâd stretch me out, bigger than mine,â you panted and his eyes widened at the realization that this wasnât the first time youâd imagined this.
âYou think about me a lot?â he raised an eyebrow at you, now cocky.
âNo,â you lied, glancing away to avoid his eyes.
âMy thick fingers spreading you open,â he continued anyways, smirking when he felt the way you reacted around him.
âSeung-,â you whined, overwhelmed at the way he teased you.
âGod I like hearing you say my name like that,â Seungcheol shook his head, as if in disbelief. âCan I see you?â he asked, other hand itching to peel back the comforter.
You nodded wordlessly. You were slightly mortified to reveal yourself to him in this way, but his other hand quickly distracted you. You watched his eyes rove across you appreciatively until they trained in on your bruise, his jaw clenching.
âIâve been thinking about this all week,â he exhaled sharply.
âWhy? It wasnât on purpose!â
âNo, itâs not-,â Seungcheol paused. âThatâs not why. I was annoyed because the idea of getting to be the one to leave marks on you has rendered meâŠbasically unable to produce coherent thought.â
âOh? OH,â your eyes widened, gears in your brain turning. âI meanâŠall yours, Cheol,â you smiled sheepishly at him.
âReally?â he groaned, looking at you appreciatively as he thought about exactly where and how heâd like to mar your skin.
âSeungcheol!â you snapped at him as he continued to mumble to himself.
âMaybe a handprint here?â he grazed your upper thigh with his palm, eyes dancing mischievously at you. âOr a necklace of hickeys,â he growled as he nipped at the base of your neck. He had decided to seize the opportunity to tease you, and as much as you liked it, you only had so much patience.
âCheol, please,â you pouted, grabbing at his collar, âI canât take anymore of this.â
âYes princess,â he pulled an old nickname out of the vault. You melted.
âMmmpf!â he smothered your next protest with a kiss.
âSeung. Cheol!â you moaned desperately as his hand grabbed your thigh, hard.
The strength in his grip set your nerves alight and your head fell back against the bed, arching your chest up towards him. His mouth took the opportunity to latch onto the underside of your breast, biting down firmly. Your hand fisted itself in his hair.
It was so much sensation. It was so good.
âHn,â he pulled back with a breathless smile. His eyes flicked down to the spots where his mouth and hand had been and his lips curled into a cocky grin at the bright red marks. With any luck those would be bruised nicely tomorrow.
âThat wasâŠa lot,â you murmured as you caught your breath.
âIn a bad way?â Seungcheolâs brow furrowed with sudden worry.
âNo,â you smiled at him, slightly fuzzy, âIn a good way. A really good way.â
âReally?â his eyebrows raised back up with delight. âSo you wonât mind if you bruise a little?â
âI donât think Iâll mind even if you bruise me a lot,â you answered after some thought.
Your best friendâs eyes darkened. The way you had rearranged his words hit the possessive button in his brain like crazy. His lips nibbled and nipped their way down your torso while his hand came to cup your breast. His grip was on the hard side of firm as his lips latched onto a spot on your inner thigh. His tongue stroked across the sensitive skin as he sucked firmly.
Your thighs parted of their own accord as you squirmed at this building onslaught. As you shifted, you could hear the wet sounds of yourself spreading. Open and inviting.
âCheol, please,â you tried to pull him towards you. âPlease,â you panted.
Seungcheol, the bastard, increased the intensity of his sucking before releasing his lips with a loud âpop!â. The jolt of the disconnection sent a shiver through you and the spot where his mouth had been now felt woefully cool.
âPretty,â he looked at the red mark appreciatively. The thought that you would be reminded of this encounter over the next weeks sent a streak of pride through him that was unexpected.
âSeungcheol!â you grabbed his face by his cheeks, directing his attention to you. âIf you donât fuck me right now, Iâm going to kick you out and take care of it myself!â
His eyes widened and he chuckled sheepishly before reaching over you to pull a condom out of the nightstand. You watched, almost painfully aroused, as he undressed and unrolled the condom over himself. His cock bobbed proudly as he pulled his sturdy torso over you, slotting himself between your thighs.
You sighed when his cock came to rest against your core. You could already tell it was going to be good.
âSeungcheol, please,â you placed your hands around his jaw. âNeed you.â
He nodded, reaching down to slip himself inside of you. A soft gasp escaped you as his head pushed in and you couldnât help but relish in the stretch. Seungcheol took his time sinking into you. The whines and gasps that you made were way too good to be rushed.
âCheol,â your hands clutched at the back of his thick neck until he was pressed flush against you. âFuck,â you exhaled into his ear.
Seungcheolâs hand was gripping your hip so hard as he struggled to keep control of himself. Of all the things that he found overwhelming, the way you pulsed and squeezed around him, the little sounds you made as he had pressed into youâŠthe worst of all was the way you smelled. His hand fisted itself further in your hip as he inhaled you, a most intoxicating scent.
You clenched around him as his hand tightened. He was sure to bruise you there, too, and you couldnât wait. Knowing that youâd be able to see these marks as evidence that this wasnât another crush induced dream made you feel crazed in a different way.
âYou feel perfect,â Seungcheol groaned against your skin as his hips started to move. âI just knew it.â
Clench.
You hooked your legs around his hips as he pumped into you deeply. Each thick stroke pushed you dangerously closer to the precipice and you were ready to fall off the edge.
âCheol,â you pulled back slightly to meet his blown out gaze. âIâm there.â
âGo ahead,â he encouraged you, aching to feel you come apart around him. âBe good and come for me.â
Your eyes squeezed shut as you let go. Your hands clutched desperately at his shoulders as your pussy fluttered around him. You didnât even know what kinds of sounds you made as you simply didnât have the presence of mind.
âSo good,â he smiled, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against yours. âSo good,â he grunted before his hips shuddered and he emptied himself inside of you.
You wrapped your arms around his torso as he slumped down on top of you. He smiled when you gave him a squeeze with your entire body.
âSo youâre kind of possessive, huh?â you chuckled softly after youâd regained your sanity.
Seungcheol squeezed his eyes shut with a laugh. He hadnât realized it, or maybe it was just because it was you, but yes. Yes he was.
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Why is it that anytime I try and write finally, something comes up for me that absolutely ruins my mood in some way
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Zb1 has one of the best debuts of any kpop group đđđđ this is right up my alley holy shit
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I'm not as busy next week so I'll write some things đ©”
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JUN - Digital Single 'PSYCHO'
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When's my turn to hold hands đ
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HOW R U DOING??? LOL I'm just hshshha
I'm mentally exhausted but I'm not being terrible, just been really busy with life
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