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[SMUT] TWICE Dahyun x Male Reader - "Conquered By An Abomination"
Here's my final one-shot for this year which is another smut fic featuring Dahyun. I want to say that I'm pretty proud and impressed at myself for being able to catch up on the 4th quarter after being too busy during July-October.
This fic has got to be one of my experimental and unique works that I decided to try writing, because the concept that you're about to see here was never been done by me before, meaning that this my first-time writing it. Please understand and pardon me if this one turns out to be not suitable to the liking of some, as I feel like this might not be everyone's cup of tea.
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TRIGGER WARNING: contains R+18 mature content, smut
WORD COUNT: 4,500+
TAGS: abduction, aphrodisiac, tentacles, rough sex, monster fucking, gangbang, breast play, deepthroating, ass filling, creampie
On Friday, November 13, astrophysicist Dr. Kim Dahyun and her research team went from Busan to Seoul to visit a location where they were tasked with conducting a comprehensive examination.
Based on radar data from their headquarters, it was seen that around midnight yesterday, an object that seems to be a fragment of an asteroid or comet crashed into the vicinity of Seoul.
Their chief professor and mentor at the research lab gave them the order to report any unusual sightings they came across there before calling the military and defense squad to seize control of the area and place it under lockdown, keeping everyone outside of the sector out.
Dahyun and her group entered the hidden area through their vehicle, bypassing the main road and making their way to the designated site. They made the decision to park close to the danger zone as they were leaving the road so they could more easily reach the astronomical devices inside.
"So what's this anomaly of yours supposed to look like?" One of her intern graduated to SNU, YN LN asked her after arranging all the panels around the van.
"It's almost the same as what we used to find from the sky, but this one was the first to do the unthinkable." Dahyun answered, wiping her eyeglasses. "The record says that it's like a small shooting star that emerged from the sky, but the impact it left when it came contact here almost triggered a mild earthquake."
"So that's why the sent us in." He responded, nodding his head understandably.
Dahyun turns her head around, acknowledging her other assistant who is testing some devices that they will equip on their hands outside. "Uhm, Minyoung excuse me for a sec will you?"
"Yes, Miss Kim?"
"Can you grab for me that gloves beside the first cabinet?" She pointed at the direction. Minyoung saw it and unhesitantly passed it to her. "Thanks."
"Are you guys good now?" She checked on her accomplices. They signalled her with a positive note. "Okay, let's take a look what they have in store for us."
After getting out of the van, they began to swing the tall leaves that were obstructing their view and path on the verdant field. They weren't even gone from their car for that far when they observed something startling.
The three researchers were welcomed with a bald area on the top portion of the field, which was produced by a big crater on the land. The leaves that were impacted by the collision scattered across the hole.
"This looks huge." YN exclaimed with a gasping mouth. "Are you all sure it's just a thin shooting star-like that appeared yesterday?"
"It is. They even presented it to me." Dahyun explained. "The anomalies here would be always associated to the geological condition here. I have a chart that describes everything we have encountered for these past few years and I've never seen anything like this that an unknown object also gave us a hard time dealing with a quake."
"We better get starting now because to be honest, this is getting really unpredictable to the minute and I couldn't understand what's going on as long as we see it ourselves." Minyoung suggested. Dahyun and YN looked at her and they were both convinced. YN planted a huge nail beside the crater and wrapped a rope around it that will serve as their handle when going down to the crater.
As the three of them made it below. They began to look around and observe deeply the surfaces. Minyoung kneels down and poked a stick on a gross material, forming a disgusted expression on her face. "Uhh guys, take a look at this."
Dahyun and YN came towards her. "Does this remind you of something?" Minyoung said as she twirled and flipped it around, almost like she's playing on it.
"Is that an eggshell?" YN asked, furrowing his brows at the black and velvet-colored thin piece swimming at a pool of gooey substance.
"Could be. Just look at the fluids around that probably came from this." Dahyun said, mentioning the slime. They garnered their eyes more at their surroundings, there were even bigger ones that what Minyoung has found and they were also mostly covered with a slime.
"Get away from that, Minyoung-ah. Don't you see how disgusting it is?!" YN scolded his friend. He started to cover his nose too with his shirt. "And do you guys smell that?"
"Yeah, it's bad." Dahyun clenched her face in dislike. "Feels like there's a rotting organ in here."
"Wait, so are we gonna conclude right away that we just discovered a cracked egg?" YN said. He scoffed and rubbed his face. "Am I correct at what I think this might mean?"
"No, YN. We're just getting started here. We are researchers we came here to finish our task and not do it in rush just because we're in an unsettling situation right now." Dahyun protested. "We don't jump into conclusions right away."
"S-sorry, Prof." YN bowed his head. "It's just.. I'm sensing something wrong in here."
"YN, let's just wish it would not happen at all. Okay?"
YN looked at Dahyun's comforting and calm demeanor. He nodded shyly. "Yes, Ms. Kim."
Snapping a few photos of the scene, Dahyun gave Minyoung and YN the order to take everything out of the van that would be necessary for them to make a report and gather any evidence that they would find here. Dahyun borrowed a tracker and used it to glide around the crater's borders while they did so.
The tracker bumped against a tall leaf, and the alarm began to sound loudly. After receiving an alert, Dahyun was perplexed as to what it had discovered. Before she caught anything, she inspected the dirt and leaves in the area.
The leaves did not have sharp, pointed ends. Rather, it appears as though the flower has grown directly onto the leaf, utilizing it as a stem or something unexplainable. Dahyun thought it was rather strange to see a flower extending through the body of the leaves itself.
She stepped back to wipe the dust off her face as the flower burst some sprinkle of nectar on her face as she reached out to touch it. She held her tracker again while she coughed, but she quickly figured out that it was unresponsive.
"There's got to be some power or equipment malfunction" Dahyun hissed on the device as she carried it. "Minyoung! YN! I need a help on-"
Dahyun was about to walk back on the van when suddenly she went out of balance and slipped through the crater. When she was about to get up, she saw the van fleeted upwards to the sky, a hole was formed on the bottom of the vehicle before it splitted in half when it crashed on the ground. Her heart shattered she heard it explode.
She wasn't devastated because of the vehicle, but because of the fact that two of her colleagues were inside that van when it exploded. "NOOOOOOOO!!!!" she shouted at the horrific sight from outside the crater.
Dahyun ran through the ropes and hurriedly climbed but she started getting drowsy and lightheaded, her body losing it sense until it managed to get her out of the grip from the rope, sending her unconscious inside the crater.
Right after she snapped out, the ground she's laying at started to flow like waves.
Dahyun woke up hours later, but not without a clue on her, as her mind was still rebooting from what happened to her earlier. Her eyes opened, and there she witnessed herself sitting in the middle of what it seems to be a cave.
She slowly risen up to her feet, her feet stumbled a bit as she felt a dull ache on her head once again. Rubbing it to ease it off atleast, Dahyun breathed deeply before returning back her attention on her current situation of getting stuck.
She couldn't find any light that would provide her to a clearer vision of everything around her. Nervous and desperate to find a route to escape, Dahyun had no other choice but to walk around and explore for a route way out.
"HELPPP!!! ANYBODY OUT THERE CAN HEAR ME?!" Dahyun pleaded as loud as she can reach on her voice. "MINYOUNG? YN? WHERE ARE-"
She paused as she recalled earlier seeing their van where her two assistants were staying in. Her emotions overtook her, releasing teardrops across her face. She also began to feel guilty, thinking that she should have ordered them to go back inside and fetch all of their equipment on her behalf.
Maybe if it wasn't for her, she wouldn't led both her friends on their own demise. Dahyun sobbed heavily as she repeated calling their names in agony.
She slammed her hand accidentally on some surface. Dahyun probably guessed it a wall where she could support herself while trailing along the cave. She took the opportunity, caressing and patting it.
However, Dahyun noticed something different. It was rough, soft, and quite sticky as she could describe. She tried to smell it, and it brought her to a familiar rotten organ smell she, Minyoung, and YN had depicted earlier.
"Huh? What is this?" Dahyun questioned herself where she is also the only one who could find the answer. With one more pat onto the strange wall, she noticed the entire area start to glow including the one where she is touching.
She roamed her eyes around, and it made her tensed to learn that she does indeed correct on her being stuck inside a cave right now, but rather everything that blocks her from the possibility of escaping is covered with unidentified type of organs.
There was a dark area on the far end just right in front of Dahyun's direction. She could swear that she had a glimpse of something that just moved there and disappeared from the shadows in a few second. "WHO'S T-THERE?!" she shouted as she started having suspicions in her mind.
Taking few steps ahead to check out what it is, a loud roar put her into halt before she was about to scream in terror. She fell on her butt and her breathing goes faster, wondering what kind of a monstrous noise she just heard.
She then saw something emerging from the drak shadows. In her utmost bewilderment and panic, an abomination has appeared in front of her, standing tall with its bulbous, humungeous and very disfigured appeareance.
It's size is like almost half of the space of the cave they're occupying, and Dahyun was in complete disbelief that the fear of YN he was trying to refer a while ago has unfortunately manifested into reality. A beast from the space or in other term made by humans ourselves, called aliens- are real in Dahyun's universe.
"D-don't come closer to me!" Dahyun tensefully said as she starts to crawl away from the monster. It blabbered some unusual noises that almost formed some inaudible words while shaking its head madly, and after that, Dahyun saw something popping out of its body.
Two slimy tentacles just came out from each sides and began crawling through Dahyun to reach each of her ankles and get wrapped. She then felt her body being dragged closer to the monster and Dahyun repeatedly yelled, begging for it to stop while tugging the tentacles with all the force she could apply to yank it off, only to end up with no effect.
As Dahyun was placed almost inches away from the gigantic alien creature, she has finally accepted her fate of being helpless and in danger. Tears filled with nothing but negative emotions streamed out of her eyes before the monster blew out some gas that has a color similar to the nectars that were sprayed on her by an infected plant earlier.
After she smelled it, she soon finds her body growing into a sense of arousal that urges her horny feelings to activate. She tried to endure it but she could swear that her skin were releasing more sweat and her pussy and her nipples are starting to become sensitive.
The tentacles must've found the lustful sensation brewing inside of her, and they took the perfect timing as one of them starts to slid through her pencil skirt and lift it up her tummy before it traces her pussy through the soaked panty. It's partner focused on her clothed breasts, bumping it and feeling its softness as it bounces.
Several more tentacles were released from the creature, but this time with various sizes and colors. Some were lighter or darker, some where thicker or thinner. The thin ones snaked through her sleeve and forcefully spreaded her top, revealing her white strapped bras containing her milky tits.
The rest then helped to remove her skirt, exposing her into half naked with her matching pair of white bra and panties. "NOOO! PLEASE, DON'T DO IT!" Dahyun pleaded until she unexpectedly released a sultry moan when a fast tentacle moves through her cheek and rubs itself on her skin.
All the tentacles starts to wrap around on her meaty thighs and slender arms in order to suspend her in mid-air. Their touch becomes even more satisfying and felt relaxing to Dahyun despite how denial the words coming out of her mouth.
Being half-naked and spreaded in front of the creature's ugly looking face, the tentacle then moved from her cheek to her lips as it continues to rub across Dahyun's pretty face. Her lips starts to pucker and the effects of the strange gas which was probably aphrodisiac as Dahyun guessed, made her more susceptible as it clouded her mind with lust and temptation.
She starts kissing the tentacle before it slid through her mouth, she sucks on it like it was a cock entering on her.
The other tentacles started to become bold also. They tugged and remove her bras and panties, finally making her naked. There's these suction cups- like tentacles went to crept up on her torso to her underboobs, feeling her perky tits bounce on their motions before its lips opened and sucked on her hardened pinky nipples.
Thinner tentacles spreaded her walls, assisting the thicker tubular object crawl and enter her tight pussy. It effectively brought another relieving feeling on Dahyun's aroused body, moaning in rhythm to the tentacle's barging on her constricted hole.
Their movements became faster and rougher, including the suction cups almost biting her nipples then returning to lick on it like there were supposed to have milk leaking out of Dahyun's breasts.
Due to the sudden increase of pace, it also din't allow more time for the tentacles to reach their limit. Despite her little efforts and strength to shake them off their body, Dahyun uncontrollably welcomes their slimy liquid that probably resembles to a man's cum, into her warm throat and womb.
She lets out a poor groan and whimper, sniffling in fear of what it could bring her after when she watched the odd colors and thickness of their cum flowing out of her. She hoped it would not cause her to get pregnant, especially if it would mean that she would breed an abnormal hybrid that sets aparts from what a normal baby should look like.
Desire is what Dahyun could just accept within her, disturbing and letting out the pleasure she has long kept to seek any solutions for it. First load wasn't enough for the tentacles howsoever, as she felt the tentacles changing their hold on her limbs to prepare her for a next position.
Still hanging from the mid-air, Dahyun's body was forced to bend, with her backdoor being the one facing the beast. The tentacles spreaded her legs, causing her cheeks and puffy pussy to open a little.
With her arms around her back, Dahyun endured all the harsh slaps of the thicker tentacles to each of her curvy asscheeks. She lost the count of how many times they played on it, too obsessed on how soft and big enough for it to give comfort on these creatures.
Funtime didn't lasted longer as they went already to the next move. She felt the girthy pair pounding both her asshole and pussy, fucking them simultaneously. Her body went back and forth at their movement.
The suction cups returned to play on her breats, tugging on her nipples and stretching them as farther her endurance could take. Dahyun hissed in a mixture of pain and pleasure only because it aided the abuse her tits were being applied at when she felt something gliding through her entire back.
She turned her head around and witnessed the alien sticking out its wide and long tongue slurping the taste of of the sweat forming across her back view.
The thick tentacles reached their climax, exploding a second amount of load to her love holes. Dahyun huffed at the unmatched energy of these active creatures using her body for pleasure.
As they release from her ass and pussy. She was repositioned again. She was now facing the monster completely before she gulped when she realized what she was about to suffer next.
A huge- like literally- gigantic cock, probably measuring around 14 or 15 inches in size unbeatable to any men's size around the world, is ready to explore Dahyun's innards.
Dahyun wiggled her legs, afraid that she might break from being unable to take his girth.
But again, she is outnumbered with numerous tentacles attached to her body, imprisoning her from any attempts of escaping, even though she has no other palns anymore as the aphrodisiacs are still in full effect on her.
Their strength pressed Dahyun's body to the awaiting cock. Due to its massive size it struggled to enter Dahyun's tight little pussy before it succeeded, only for the poor scientist to scream and grit her teeth in a shocking pain while the creature twitched and produced more creepy noises.
Thankfully, it didn't last long as the impressive pleasure began to take over her body when the monster started ramming his cock on her pussy, demolishing her womb inside. She went crazily bouncing on its crotch. Dahyun's eyes are completely white, with her pupils now rolled at the back at the intense pace of fucking she's receiving.
Her mouth began to lustfully agape, with her tongue sticking out as the monster cock continues to push deeper across Dahyun's walls. Her ass starts to create loud claps around the cave as it hits the alien's crotch repeatedly.
The giant cock stuffed into her pussy then pulsated, as it erupted a terrifying amount of dirty white cum almost inflating Dahyun's stomach like she is about to be mistakenly identified as pregnant, before it slowly slid out of her pussy, allowing the rest of the load to explode out of her abused hole.
The tentacles lets go of her body, releasing Dahyun on the ground, which gave her time to rest for a while. She panted heavily and speechless at the rough fucking she just had with the monster alien. She couldn't deny that there might be no other man she would ever met that would match the performance of what this monster has showed to her.
All of the tentacles and the bulbous cock slowly erected again the more the creature stares at Dahyun's messy and sticky nude body lying on the floor. They decided to proceed with the last action, as they focus once again on her nether regions.
Lifting her up, they spreaded her arms and legs again and faced her closer to the creature. The suction cups slowly crawled on her back then cupped her full breasts from behind. Dahyun whined and moaned at the relaxing and tickly feeling it gives. One tentacle went through her tongue, a pair goes back to her pussy and asshole.
There was a twist added again coming from the idea of the monster. Wanting to give every single part of her body that could provide a purpose of satisfaction to this monster's desire, they let go of Dahyun's hands and two tentacles caressed her fingers.
Dahyun sensed their hidden message for doing that and finding out the answer, she formed a fist and gripped the tentacles, stroking them like she would do to a male cock.
All of her body and now functioning properly following the monster's command. Dahyun's mind is full of sex. She has been hypnotized and manipulated too much by the pleasure and sensation that the creature has been passing through her using its ability to fuck her senseless and take her breath away.
The thick tentacles had her overpowered and weak from the way they drill through her holes as deeper as they could get. Dahyun felt her neck bulging as the tentacle gave her a deep throat, her clit being scrubbed by a tentacle with a brush-like end on it to add more pleasure, and the other tentacle wiggling around her ass.
They all began to pull the trigger of increasing the speed while they all moved in unison, their grip on her skin went tighter as they felt this familiar tightness in their system, approaching the climax of their endurance. Dahyun squirted her juices again and spasmed at her own orgasm, resulting to her walls clamping on the tentacles more.
Few more waves, pumps and strokes they gave and finally they executed their final blow, releasing their cum flowing through her throat, ass and pussy simultaneously, as she switches through gags and moans. The two other tentacles enwrapped on her fists splashed their warm sticky liquid on her arms and side of her face.
The rest of the tentacles joined, painting Dahyun's entire body with the rest of the cum flowing and leaking out of its ends. As they finished, the tentacles crawled around Dahyun's skin, giving her body a nice calming massage to ride out their lengthy session of sex and intense orgasms they shared.
Dahyun couldn't opened her eyes wide anymore as she knew she's completely drained now. The creature slowly laid her back on the ground with her body entirely covered with cum. She also weakly spitted and coughed out some from her mouth after unable to swallow all of the load down to her filled tummy.
Now that she can have her rest, Dahyun slowly shuts her eyes as she went unconscious, while the tentacles continue to caress her hair gently and massage her body, especially her addicting round tits, as they wiped away all the stuffs around her pearly skin.
When she woke up again from her long slumber, she found herself lying on a hospital bed with her body now clothed in a hospital gown.
Realizing that she is now in a hospital and two familiar people sleeping with their head resting beside her bed, she concluded that after everything that happened to her, she was now free and safe from that creature she encountered.
She gasped and shuddered as she remembered what it did to her, it awakened her parents and quickly hugged her in response to her fine state. "Oh thank God you're okay.", her mother said.
"How are you feeling, daughter?" Mr. Kim checked up on her. "It's been days you were confined. We were really worried that something worse could happen."
"I-I'm alright… I'm just… still tired." Dahyun said in a weak tone. Her eyes became watery when she remembered Minyoung and YN. "Mom… Dad, we-… we got ambushed. They didn't make it, it's my fault." she said as her lips trembled.
"No, daughter. Don't blame yourself, we know you can't do such bad thing with whole intention. I know you." Mrs. Kim said, rubbing her palms to calm down her poor daughter.
"We heard what happened to you and your team, Dubu. We're sorry." Her father stated in sympathy. "But we couldn't help ourselves to be thankful that we have been given a miracle to have you still here, safe and sound."
"I missed you, Mom… Dad." Dahyun holds her mother's hand and looked them in the eyes tenderly. "I thought I wouldn't make it."
"Oh, by the way. If you may be wondering how did we managed to get you here, it's all thanks to your workmates. They sent a rescue on the location where they found you lying on a grass field with your…. dress torn up covering your body." Her father gulped and lowered his head in regret at the last words. Dahyun just furrowed her brows, couldn't recall that part.
Dahyun saw her mom getting choked up on her emotions. She pressed her hands on her own and stared at her eagerly. "Dubu, answer me with all honesty. Okay?"
Dahyun just listened attentively on what her mom's about to ask. "W-who did this to you?"
Their conversation were interrupted when the door opened. Two men appeared in a room, in which Dahyun speculated that it's a doctor and the other one works in the military.
"Pardon to interrupt, Mr. and Mrs. Kim but this gentleman right here is taking a visit and… to ask for a request for the both of you." The doctor said. He looked at his patient, his face lightened in relief. "Oh, you're Miss Dahyun right? Good thing that you're awake. How are you feeling?"
"Fined, doc." Dahyun replied.
"Is there anything you need from us, sir…?" her mother asked.
"General Knight Yoo of the Seoul Military Army. Greetings to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Kim." the military man introduced himself to the family, performing a salute gesture. "Yes, I actually would like to speak with your daughter."
They all looked at Dahyun who became curious at the acknowledgement. "For what, sir?"
"It's regarding to that research that your team embarked near outside Itaewon." Knight elaborated. Dahyun's eyes widened in astonishment as his words struck those memories of her on that given time to repeat in cycle on her mind, including that one awful experience that she had.
"Your faculty cooperated with us in order to seek help when they lost their line to your team. We went through an investigation at that site and we found something… threatening, and we assume that since you're the only survivor in the incident confirmed yet, we would like you to enlighten us as we interrogate you about what actually happened."
Dahyun pursed her body forward slight from leaning on the bed, her face showed a puzzled expression. "Wait, what do you mean 'yet'?"
General Yoo maintained his intrigued stare at the patient. "Ms. Bae Minyoung's remains were found by the forensic team but your other accomplice, Mr. YN LN is still nowhere to be found but some of his torn out clothing were seen inside a cave. We will give it one week before we rule him as deceased."
Dahyun's switched looks at the four people gathered around her before she lured away her eyes filled with hope for her friend's disappearance from them.
Her traumatic experience of being conquered by an abomination should've brought her instantly to cooperate with the armed forces as they requested for her to stand up as the witness and part of the evidence in this important matter.
But rather, she's conflicted about what she should consider telling to them.
The idea of the alien monster who also amazingly pleasured her beyond the edge, disregarding the actual peculiar possibility behind the monster's odd behavior when she was held captive which failed for Dahyun to intepret; made her think twice on the decision she has to unveil.
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TWICE - Jihyo x Male Reader
req- @dav1233555 [I hope its half as decent as you hoped for]
WC: 1629
It was a long day of practice at the JYP building but Twice were starting to perfect their latest choreography. "You're all killing it, just a few more and I think we'll be ready for our comeback" Jihyo says, encouraging the members as she wipes sweat from her brow, breathing heavily.
Just then She spots a familiar face in the window of the practice room door and waves, smiling brightly. It was Y/N, her boyfriend, who came to watch them work as usual. Seeing him always gave her that extra boost of energy.
After a few more reps, Nayeon called for a water break, thankfully to which Jihyo hurried out to greet Y/N with a hug. "Thanks for coming by, it really helps having you here."
He kissed her forehead. "You're always doing amazing. I'll drive you home after this though, yeah?"He asks, eyebrows raised and a hint of a smile on his lips.
She nodded, lingering in his arms a little longer before joining her members.
A few hours later the practice was complete. The girls gathered their things, exhausted but satisfied with their progress. Jihyo said her goodbyes and met Y/N by his car.
It was nearing midnight by the time Jihyo and Y/N arrived at her apartment, both exhausted after their separate long days but still buzzing with pent up energy.
As Jihyo unlocked the door, Y/N came up behind her and whispered "Hurry up, I need you" in her ear, eliciting a shiver. No sooner, their hands were all over each other, kissing deep and sloppy as they stumbled towards the bedroom.
"I watched you practising all afternoon, you have no idea what that does to me," Y/N growled between kisses, groping Jihyo's ass roughly through her leggings. She moaned into his mouth, already soaking through her underwear at the thought of what was to come.
Wasting no time, they began ripping each other's clothes off in a frenzy, leaving a trail leading to the unmade bed from the night before.
Jihyo's sports bra and leggings were the last to go, revealing perky breasts capped with hardening nipples and the glistening lips of her pussy, already dripping with need. Y/N took a moment to admire the glorious sight before pushing her back onto the mattress, crawling over her body to kiss and suck marks into the soft skin of her neck and collarbone.
"You're so fucking hot when you dance, it's not fair keeping me waiting all day," he scolded playfully, nibbling down to take a peaked nipple in his mouth. Jihyo gasped and bucked her hips up, craving friction where she needed it most. Y/N continued his path lower, tongue swirling around her belly button as his hands caressed her shaking thick thighs.
When his mouth finally met her dripping slit as his nose buried in her curly apex, they both moaned loudly at the contact. Y/N lapped greedily at her folds, tongue plunging deep inside while his fingers joined in rubbing tight circles around her engorged clit. "Oh fuck, don't stop," Jihyo cried out, one hand gripping the sheets while the other tangled in Y/N's hair to hold him in place.
She was already so close from foreplay alone, hips rocking against his talented mouth. It didn't take long before the coil in her belly snapped, back arching off the mattress with a hoarse scream as waves of shudders crashed over her. Y/N licked up every drop of her orgasm, not letting up until she collapsed, sated but still desperate for more.
He shed his boxer in record time, already rock hard and leaking precum at the sight before him. Crawling back up Jihyo's spent body, he kissed her deeply so she could taste herself on his tongue. "Condom, fast," she panted, not wanting to wait another moment for what came next. Y/N fumbled in the nightstand drawer, tearing open the wrapper with his teeth as Jihyo watched hungrily.
The sight of his thick, veiny cock encased in latex had her mouth watering, needing to feel him stretch her walls once more. As he rolled it down his length with a few strokes, she spread her legs wide in invitation. Y/N positioned himself at her dripping entrance, teasing her swollen clit a few times before sinking in with one deep thrust.
They both cried out at the sensation of being joined as one again, still so tight despite her earlier orgasm. Y/N stilled, allowing Jihyo to adjust before beginning a steady rhythm of long, deep strokes. Skin slapped against skin, accompanied by breathy moans and filthy encouragement. "You feel so fucking good baby, ride my cock," he groaned, meeting each of her rolls of the hips.
Jihyo wrapped her legs high around his waist, allowing him to piston in and out at a punishing pace. Her fingers found her clit once more, circling frenziedly as another orgasm built quickly. The lewd smacking noises and Jihyo's delirious babbling had Y/N right on the edge, cock throbbing inside her pulsing heat.
It only took a few more expert strokes to send Jihyo toppling over the precipice once more, walls clamping down viciously on Y/N's cock. The added stimulation was all it took to push him over as well, emptying into the condom with guttural grunts. They clung to each other, coming down slowly from their shared high amongst the ruins of the bed.
Collapsing in a sweaty, sated pile, limbs still tangled intimately, they exchanged sloppy kisses and soft caresses as their racing hearts slowed. "I love you so much," Jihyo sighed contentedly, tracing patterns on Y/N's chest. He pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead, holding her close. "I love you too baby” he replies cuddling closer.
They lay wrapped in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow of their fuckery as their breaths and heart rates slowly returned to normal. Jihyo traces lazy circles on Y/N's sweat-slicked chest with her fingernail, eliciting a contented hum from him at the gentle touch.
Jihyo sighed contentedly as well as Y/N's fingers traced lazy patterns along her bare skin, both basking in the afterglow. Though completely exhausted, her body still hummed with pleasure, every nerve tingling cause of the insane pounding Y/N gave her.
She gazed fondly at Y/N's handsome face, relaxed and giddy. Sweat sheened his skin in the dim bedside light, his lips curled in a sleepy smile, chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Jihyo loved watching him in these unguarded moments, free from the stresses of daily life.
Her eyes drifted lower, taking in the chiselled planes of his chest, abs, muscles defined and bulging from years of exercise and labour. Lower, the thick cluster of dark curls between his strong thighs caught her attention, instinctively bringing her thoughts back to the heavy cock, she loves.
Even flaccid from having come a few minutes ago, it was an impressive size, having stretched and filled her so completely. She remembers the stretch and burn, his thick length dragging inside her inner walls with each deep plunge.
Her horniness stirred again low in her belly despite her tiredness whether from the fucking or the prior dance practice, she doesn’t know, her pussy still sensitive and swollen.
Jihyo's tongue darted out to wet her lips, craving another lick of their combined musky juices mingling on Y/N's skin. But she resisted the urge, knowing they both needed rest and food after burning so much energy.
Instead, Jihyo pressed a tender kiss to Y/N's shoulder, inhaling his musky, sweaty and just manly scent. Her hands roamed his firm ass and sides, drinking in every dip as if memorising his body. Each touch soothing and stirring, reaffirming their beyond.
Then again, she leaned in to place another tender kiss to his smiling lips, which he returned softly without opening his eyes. "Mmm, you wear me out in the best way, baby," Y/N murmured, his voice low and raspy from all the groaning.
"You're not the only one," Jihyo chuckled quietly, stretching her tired yet satisfied muscles. Her limbs still felt numb from the aftershocks of her powerful orgasms, which Y/N so skillfully pulled out of her over and over with his talented hands and dick.
Just the memory of how he felt pounding into her so fully and hitting her g-spot with each deep thrust had Jihyo's pussy twitching, already growing wetter with want again.
As if reading her mind, Y/N said "I'm gonna order us some food. You just lay here and rest that gorgeous , sexy body of yours for a bit." He pressed a final kiss to Jihyo's forehead before reluctantly disentangling their limbs and climbing out of bed, naked muscles rippling with each movement.
Jihyo hummed appreciatively at the sight, giving his ass an affectionate squeeze as he walked away chuckling. She nestled back into the rumpled sheets, inhaling the mixed scents of sweat and sex that filled the air, loving the intoxicating reminder of their combined liquids.
From the kitchen, she could hear the muffled sounds of Y/N ordering takeout on his phone. Her stomach rumbled eagerly at the thought of refuelling after losing so much energy, both from her dancing and the insane pounding her beloved boyfriend gave her. But more than physical refuelling, being with Y/N fulfilled Jihyo's bones in a way no one else or nothing else could.
As exhausted as she felt in that moment, Jihyo knew as long as she had Y/N's love and support and….. the dick of course, she would find the strength to take on anything. Her work as Twice's leader was demanding, but having him come home to make it all worth it. For now, she allowed her heavy eyelids to drift shut, dreaming of a future that didn’t feel that far off.
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We continue on with the Mommy series, for which I have yet to decide a name. What was going to be a simple lunch date got interrupted by a load of guests.
Length 3.4K
Mina x Momo x m reader
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You wake up in bed, stretching your body after a good night's sleep. Today was Saturday, meaning that you could spend the day relaxing. You turn onto your side and grab your phone from the nightstand. You see a few message notifications from Jihyo as well as Dahyun. Dahyun’s message read, “Thank you for last night. It was great; I’d love it if you could pick me up every day, and I’m sorry for taking up so much of your time. I’d like to make it up for you sometime.” You smile at her message, writing back that you don’t mind using your time with her and when you’ll pick her up.
Looking at Jihyo’s message, it was more of an invitation. “Hey, I’m free today if you want to hang out. Maybe do something naughty? Text me back if you’re interested.” A winking face to end the message tells you everything you need to know. You sit up in bed and consider your options. While you wanted to see Jihyo, you also wanted to rest after a week's work. You decide to answer later. You leave bed and cook breakfast before deciding to head out.
Pulling out your phone as you walk around the block, you text Jihyo back. “What did you have in mind?”
“Oh, you’re interested?” Jihyo responded; you could imagine the smirk on Jihyo’s face as she typed that message. “Consider it a business date; we’ll go out and have lunch together. It’ll be nice to just talk to each other. Or would you rather take me back to your place to treat me to something better? Maybe something long and hard?”
You chuckle and shake your head at her text before agreeing to meet her. You had nothing else to do, so it would help fill the time. Jihyo tells you where to meet and sends you a picture. It was one of her tits. Jihyo had her arm under them, pushing them up and making them seem bigger. You quickly get back to the home screen and continue your walk. Once you return home, you prepare for your date and relax until it’s time.
Jeongyeon, around this time, was out shopping. Her mind was filled with thoughts, the revelation of Dahyun and Jihyo spending time with you getting on her nerves. She pushes her baby along in her stroller, looking down at her child’s sleeping form. She gives them a soft smile. Jeongyeon runs her hand along her baby’s chubby cheeks. Her smile turns to a frown as she’s reminded of her husband. “Maybe I should di…” Jeongyeon stops herself from completing that sentence. She shakes her head and continues going around the stores, eventually bumping into you as you head to your date. “It’s you.” She says softly, her hands rising to her chest as she gives you a bright smile.
“It’s nice to see you, Jeongyeon. What are you doing around here?” You ask.
“I was just out shopping with Jieun.” She says, pointing to her sleeping baby. You take a look at Jieun and smile.
“She’s cute. Looks a lot like you.”
“Thanks. What are you doing around here?”
“Oh, Jihyo invited me to lunch.” You tell her, just as you hear someone call your name. You both turn your head toward the voice, seeing Jihyo walking over. Jihyo and Jeongyeon make eye contact.
“Jeongyeon! It’s been a while.” Jihyo says as she hugs her friend. “I didn’t expect you to be here. How are you?”
“I’m doing fine. I was just taking Jieun out for a walk and happened to bump into him. I hear that you’re eating together.” Jeongyeon replies. There’s a slight pause as Jihyo thinks about what to say.
“Yes, we ran into each other a little while ago. You didn’t tell me he moved into the city; were you trying to keep him for yourself?”
Jeongyeon is taken aback by the question. She knew Jihyo knew that the question was meant to get information out of her. “I-I”
“I got transferred over here and happened to work next to her. I didn’t know you lived here, too.” You interrupted solely because you didn’t want to be left out of the conversation.
“Between us, when was the last time you two had sex?” Jihyo says, a mischievous smile on her face.
“It wasn’t that long ago, a few days ago with Sana. Right, Jeongyeon?” Jihyo looks surprised by your answer.
“With Sana? She knows about how naughty you’ve been?” Jeongyeon looks a little more uncomfortable.
“Yeah, it was a threesome. She just ran into us when we went out for ice cream.” Jeongyeon grows quieter. She feels defeated giving away all the information, knowing the last time she was together with you was a threesome; she feels lesser. Jeongyeon figured that Jihyo had you for herself not too long ago.
“Hey! Is that really you two?” The conversation is again broken as you see Sana running toward your group. It wasn’t just her; in tow were two other women. Jeongyeon and Jihyo look a little less than pleased. In Jeongyeon's mind, the last thing she needed was for Sana to see her with you, especially after everything she had just said. For Jihyo, it meant more competition as she saw the two women with her, Momo and Mina. “It really is you two. We almost have the whole group together again. We’re just missing Nayeon.” Sana sees the three of you together and pauses for a moment. “Did I walk in on something?” she says, trying to hide that she doesn’t like Jeongyeon being with you.
Jihyo takes the time to explain things to you. “Ah, I don’t think you’ve met them. This is Momo, and that’s Mina.” She says, motioning to each woman. “All of us and Nayeon went to college together. I haven’t seen these three in a long time. I usually only see Jeongyeon and Nayeon. Nayeon hasn’t popped up in a while, though.” You give her a nod of understanding before bowing at Momo and Mina.
“Ooh, you’re pretty handsome. Are you single?” Momo immediately asks, leaning in to show you her cleavage. Mina smacks Momo’s shoulder out of embarrassment. “What was that for!? You think he’s cute too, don’t you?” Mina’s face turned red, and she looked away. “Anyway, what are we doing? How about we eat? It’s been a while since we’ve talked.”
“Oh, well, he and I were about to have lunch toge-” Jihyo’s cut off.
“Perfect, we’ll join you,” Momo responds, forcing herself into the date along with the others. Momo walks between you two, hooking your arms and dragging you along to a restaurant. With the entire group in tow, you’re introduced well to Momo and Mina. Momo was much more outgoing and outspoken, while Mina was the exact opposite. You watched the group talk mostly, listening in on what they did in their time at college. Jeongyeon and Jihyo sit on either side of you. Jeongyeon snakes her hand onto yours, getting you to hold her hand as she bounces her baby on her lap. You glance at her; she smiles at you for a brief second. You felt a hand on your lap and looked over at Jihyo. She has a sly smirk and types a message with her free hand. “This isn’t what I had in mind.” You see in a text from her. The lunch goes along with the ladies drinking. If you learned anything, it was that Jihyo had a high tolerance for alcohol. Jeongyeon was the first to leave, needed to get home. Sana was the next one, having had more than enough to drink. That left Jihyo, Momo, and Mina. While Jihyo and Momo had a lot to drink, Mina kept herself relatively sober. She was tipsy but not drunk.
“I should take you all home. You’re in no condition to leave on your own.” You tell them. You help Jihyo up first, then Momo and Mina. Momo and Jihyo lean against your body as you pay their portions of the bill. Mina holds onto the back of your shirt and waddles along with you, struggling to keep up. You stumble your way to your car, Momo, and Jihyo’s weight making it hard to walk straight. Jihyo gives you directions to her home; her head sways as it seems to you she had too much to drink. She was falling asleep. After dropping her off, Momo and Mina tell you where they live. “So you two live together?”
“Yes, we thought it would be better to live together,” Mina replies as she looks out the window. “Thank you for driving us home.”
“Oh, it’s no problem. I’d be worried if something happened on your way home.”
“Right, we get that.” You get to their home, parking in front.
“Thank you for driving us,” Momo says in slurred speech. She pokes her head between the front seats and kisses you suddenly. “I knew you would taste good.”
Mina pulls Momo back, “Momo, what are you doing?”
“You know you want to have a taste of him, too,” Momo says before planting her lips on Mina. “What if we fucked him?” Momo says as she moves her hand between Mina’s legs. “Does that sound good to you?” She says, her question directed at you. The action in the backseats turns you on; you nod your head. “See, he’s interested. He wants to see the real you.” Momo says as she kisses Mina again. You can hear Mina’s whines now, and they’re making you hard. You step out of the car and help them out.
Momo grabs at your pants, leading you to her home. Mina closes the door as Momo takes you to the bedroom. Momo strips off your clothes as you do the same to her. Her bountiful bust was revealed to you as you slipped the dress she was wearing off her shoulders. Momo wore no bra, instead having pasties on her nipples, and she wore a pair of black panties. She throws her underwear away quickly and pushes you back onto the bed. Momo grins as she sees your hard cock. She grabs the tip and runs her tongue along the underside; it sends shivers down your spine. She flicks the head with her tongue before taking it into her warm mouth. She drools over it; her saliva runs down your shaft as she strokes it, spreading her saliva around. Her tongue swirls around the tip of your cock. Mina walks in to see Momo already getting to work. She slips off her dress, letting it fall to the floor, and gets beside Momo. You feel Mina’s lips on your balls, her small tongue moving around them.
Momo’s lips disappear from your cock as she crawls up to you. “I want you to see just who Mina is.” She whispers into your ear. Mina, seeing that your cock was now free, rubbed it against her face, covering herself in Momo’s spit. Momo runs her fingertip along your nipple as she watches. “See, Mina’s a real slut. Just one little taste, and you can have her wrapped around your finger.” You look down to see Mina’s face against your crotch, your cock in the back of her throat. Her tongue is lapping at your balls. She pulls back slowly and begins to bob her head. Mina’s small mouth was stretched to its limits; you could feel how tight they were pulled over your cock. “It’ll get much better once you see how she rides you. I’ll get my turn after.” Momo says as she gets onto her knees and moves by your head. “I might as well get something while I wait.” She says before planting herself on your face. Momo grinds against your face, thinking you wouldn't put in any work. When your tongue slips inside her, she jumps a little. You grab onto Momo’s waist and pull her back down. “Shit.” Momo moans as she places her hands on your chest to hold herself up. Your tongue pushes past her lips, rubbing against her walls as you try to find her G-spot. Momo’s thick thighs squeeze your head as she struggles to control her body. Her moans fill the room as she rocks back and forth on your face.
Mina continues to bob her head, her tongue running across the tip as she licks up your precum. She strokes your cock quickly, hoping to make you cum quickly. You were close to cumming a few moments later your cock began to throb. Mina reacted quickly, rubbing her face against your crotch as she deepthroated you. You buck your hips, hitting the back of her throat as you cum. Mina’s mouth filled with cum, more than she ever had, forcing her to back up and get a facial. Mina coughs as your cum rains down on her. Mina’s face is completely ruined, with saliva dripping down her chin and cum covering most of her face. Mina mounts you, placing your cock between her folds as she grabs Momo by her hair and pulls her into a kiss. Momo scoops your cum out of Mina’s mouth as they kiss. Momo moans into it; she tries to hold her climax but can’t. She breaks away, moaning loudly as your tongue finds her G-spot. Momo’s legs squeeze down on you, and she grits her teeth, whining.
Momo falls off to the side, her chest heaving as she recovers. She gets to watch Mina go crazy. Mina grabs your cock and points it at her cunt before dropping herself on it. She hums, feeling your cock splits her in two. “Oh god.” She cries as she begins bouncing on your cock without a second thought. “Shit, you’re so big.” She moans as she holds your thighs in order to help herself bounce. You grab Mina’s waist and slam her down on your cock, matching her energy. You buck your hips, going deeper into her pussy. Mina bites her lip and gives you a sly look. “I love a man who can fuck me like a whore.” She says, biting her lip. Holding Mina’s waist, you turn her onto her back. You grab her legs and put them over her head. Mina gives you a gummy smile before moans come flowing out of her as you pound her into the mattress. Momo snakes her way into the fold, attaching herself to Mina’s small tits and using her tongue on them.
Mina threw her head back, her senses becoming overwhelmed by the pleasure. “Deeper, deeper!” She cries out. You impale her with every thrust, giving Mina every inch of your cock. Momo has fun playing with Mina’s nipple, going as far as giving them small bites to make her squeal. Mina whimpers as she nears her orgasm, “I’m going to cum.” She moans, her walls clamping down around your cock. You speed up your thrusts, filling the room with the sounds of your bodies clapping against each other. Mina’s eyes roll into the back of her head as she cums, You let go of her legs, and she immediately wraps them around you. “Cum inside me.” She repeats over and over again. Your throbbing cock has Mina pushing you in deeper. “Cum inside my slutty pussy.” Mina shouts. You bury your cock, giving in to her demands as your cum floods her pussy.
You pull out once you’re finished and lay down on the open space of the bed. Your cock is soft as you try to recover, only to feel Momo rub your cock with her tits. “You’re lucky Mina was tipsy; alcohol tends to take away her energy. She’d be all over you normally.” Momo traps your cock between her large mounds, pumping your shaft with them. “I like to call that version of Mina, Sharon. It’s her English name. Now it’s just you and me.”
“Yeah, I guess so. She’s a real wild one.” You groan. Momo’s tits were soft; they cushioned your cock, it nearly felt like a fleshlight. You start getting hard, the tip poking through Momo’s tits. Momo wraps her lips around it, sucking on it as she individually moves her tits around your shaft. “Damn, you’re good.”
“Of course I am. You should hear all the stories about our little friend group.” Momo says, alluding to their time in college. Momo releases a light moan as she pops your cock out of her mouth. “You’re cum tastes good, but I don’t want to waste it on this mouth. I want it here.” Momo straddles you and spreads her lips, her pink pussy on full display. She keeps her lips spread as she presses the tip of your cock against her. “Mina was right. You are big. I hope you don’t break me.” She says, teasing you. Momo’s pussy swallows the head as she sinks down. Momo has a smile on her face as you begin to fill her cunt. “Fuck, I feel so full.” Momo groans as she finishes taking you inside. You reach up and pull on one of her nipples, making her moan. “You would like these; Jihyo was all over you during lunch.” Momo grinds against your cock as she adjusts to your size. You squeeze and grab at her soft tits in the meantime.
When Momo begins to move, you move your hands down to her hips, helping her bounce on your cock. Momo leans down, kissing you as she pushes your cock into her. You feel her hard nipples run across your chest as she moves. You glance at her cleavage, enjoying the way her tits swayed. You kissed Momo again, her soft lips melting into yours as she got closer to cumming. Your hands wander her body, moving from her toned back to her ass. You run your hands across her cheeks before giving them a light slap. Momo coos and tells you to do it again. You put more strength into your strike, making it sting for Momo. Her walls begin to tighten around your cock; you feel her squeeze down on the tip of your cock.
“You’re getting tighter.” You grunt as Momo comes back down on your cock.
“Let’s cum together.” Momo moans. You agree and spank Momo one more time before grabbing her waist and using her like a toy. Momo hums as she takes every inch inside her. “I want you to cum inside. It wouldn’t be fair if Mina got a creampie and I didn’t.” You chuckle at her words and promise to give her a big one. Momo pulls away from you, sitting up as she nears her climax. She grabs at her tits, squeezing them as she revels in her coming orgasm. You continue to drive your cock deep into Momo, impaling her on it as you blow your load inside her. Momo has a wide grin on her face as she feels your warm cum pour into her cunt. She grinds against your cock, getting every drop she can before getting off and laying beside Mina.
You say your goodbyes and get dressed to rest in your own home when Momo stops you, calling you over to her. “Here’s my number, handsome. Call me so we can have some fun again. I might as well give you Mina’s number, too. She’ll be cock hungry for a little while, so she might call you up.” You chuckle, wishing her a good night and heading home.
On your way home, you get a call from Jihyo and answer it. “Hey, sorry today didn’t go the way we planned it. I didn’t think everyone would be there.”
“Neither did I. Things just turned out that way.”
“Give me your address; I’ll just visit you if I have to.” You laugh in response, “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up.”
“We can have a chat later. I’m driving home, so I gotta focus on driving.”
“Yeah, good night.”
“Good night, Jihyo.” As soon as you hang up the phone, you get another call, this one from Jeongyeon. “Hello, Jeongyeon?”
“Hi, are you free tomorrow?”
“I should be. Why do you ask?”
“I want to spend the day with you. I don’t want to just go to you for sex…can we talk tomorrow? I don’t feel comfortable doing it over the phone.”
“That’s fine, Jeongyeon. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
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EXCITEMENT
PAIRING ji changmin x f!reader
WORD COUNT 6.22k
GENRES smut ﹒angst ﹒fluff
WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, best friends to lovers, numerous mentions of the female orgasm, ji changmin is a bit of a manwhore, mentions of alcohol, insane tension my b, intense making out x2, oral (m! and f! receiving), multiple orgasms, couch sex but missionary, unprotected sex (wrap before u fucking tap -_-), creampie, changmin is lowkey very whipped and very pussy drunk in this, also forewarning for every fic in this collab— there is lots of foreshadowing and references to the other fics since they all fall within the same timeline/universe!
SUMMARY you know, when you told your girl friends that you’d never finished before, you were expecting it to blow over like no big deal. what you weren’t expecting was for it to spiral into a whole other mess.
MORE i hope u jichang lovers are strapped in and ready for this… kinda went crazy with it 😭😭 um anyway?? first fic of the black out or back out collab?? crazy!! this fic actually ruined me. it used up all my brain power so if every other one sucks u can’t blame me!! it’s the law!! also, i’d like to take a moment to wish my boyz a very happy 6th anniversary <3 so so proud of all they’ve accomplished these past 6 years and i can’t wait to see what they do in the next 6. in this deobi shit 4L frfr 🙏🙏
PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs @itsbeeble @zzoguri @deoboyznet @cloverdaisies @vernyangel
TAGLIST @millksea
“No fucking way.”
You blink at Soyeon. It wasn’t that hard to believe. In fact, it was pretty easy to believe. You set down the bowl of popcorn on your lap and nod slowly.
“Uh, yeah. Yes fucking way,” a nervous laugh escapes your lips. “I’ve had to fake it with every guy I’ve ever been with. I don’t know what it is. Maybe something’s wrong with me.”
Men were… incompetent at certain things. And apparently your pleasure was one of those. Every dude you’ve ever slept with failed to make you finish. It was at the point that you felt that you were the problem. It would be understandable if it had been a couple guys, but every single one? Your luck had to be complete ass.
The only reason the topic had been brought up was because Soyeon had mentioned something about her last fling during your movie night. She was talking about how that had been the best sex she's ever had and it spurred you into making your confession. The last guy you’d been with had probably been the worst.
“Never?” Jiwon’s jaw drops, elbows resting on her knees. “How are you still alive, girl? How do you get your fix?”
“My hand, my vibrator, my pillow sometimes,” you shrug, picking at a loose thread on your blanket. “I’ve learned to make do with my situation, I guess. If I can’t get it elsewhere, I’ll just do it myself, y’know?”
Your girl friends look at you with pouts on their lips, as if they were the ones experiencing your misfortunes. You hadn’t even expected it to be such a big deal. You’d thought this was a normal, common occurrence. Boys usually sucked at things when it came to girls. But they all took this as a personal hit, like you were a fallen soldier in battle.
Perhaps the female orgasm was far more important than you assumed it to be.
“Considering who your best friend is, you’d think you were getting good dick left and right,” Dahyun snorts into her glass of wine. “This is actually kinda insane.”
You guess she had a point, despite you both leading very different lives. Changmin, your best friend, was known as one of the many heartthrobs on campus. He was in a fraternity, played on the school’s baseball team, and he even played with other things. Namely the hearts of practically every other girl at your university.
You’d think it would bother you to be so close to a man who couldn’t give less of a fuck about those of the same sex as you. But for some reason, you couldn’t find it in you to care. It’s not like he was bragging about the bitches he bagged on a regular basis. Though you were his best friend, he understood boundaries. He knew what was appropriate to talk about with you and respected that.
Your friends laugh at her observation, but drop the conversation after that, resuming the movie you were watching. However, it’s not that easy for you.
You can’t stop wondering if something really *is wrong with you. Why was it that everyone and their mom was capable of finishing and you weren’t? It was more unlikely that every single man you’ve been with sexually was that mediocre. Were you really that unlucky?
It bothers you so much that you find yourself still thinking about it well into the following week.
With the start of the new semester, came the adjustment of new classes. Even though you were a Communications major, you made the grave mistake of taking Lifespan Growth and Development with Changmin for the extra credit. He was an Early Childhood Education major, so it was a requirement for him, but not for you. (Honestly, he only forced you to take it with him so you had at least one lecture together. He was afraid your friendship might start to fade if you didn’t see each other often.)
Imagine how horrified you felt when your professor began to talk about babies and their circadian rhythm, but the only thing in your head was the fact that you’d never orgasmed because of a man. You felt like you were going crazy at this point. Really, the thought should’ve been long forgotten by now. But you couldn’t help yourself from dwelling on it, especially after your friends made jokes at your expense.
As you’re walking out of the lecture hall side by side with Changmin, you keep your focus on the ground, your hearing going in and out. His voice is staticy, your brain only registering words here and there. You’re a little pissed off that this has become such an issue.
He notices your lack of response and stops walking, eyebrows furrowed. You pause in your tracks along with him. “Are you good? You’ve been spacing out all morning.”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” you shake your head as if that would rid of these stupid thoughts. “I’m just a little tired, I guess. I haven’t been getting much sleep.”
“Well, you better fix that. We’re expecting this weekend’s party to be one of the bigger ones this semester. Juyeon’s passing those fliers around like it’s his job,” Changmin purses his lips with a snort, ruffling your hair. “I need my beer pong partner to be in tip-top shape.”
You scratch the back of your neck. Half of you was kind of hesitant to go to this weekend’s TBZ party considering that was where you met the dude who started this whole downward spiral. He made an offhand comment about seeing you again, but you were actually hoping that would never happen. And with your fortune, the probability of running into him was pretty high.
“You see…“ You begin, but Changmin interrupts you with a distressed groan before you can continue.
“Don’t tell me you’re thinking of flaking,” his arms fall to his sides as his head tips back dramatically. “Y/N, I really need you there. How else am I gonna smoke everyone? I need— I mean we need to keep our title.”
Sometimes you wish Ji Changmin took anything else as seriously as he takes beer pong. You suppose it came with being a fraternity brother or something. They all drank alcohol like it was fucking water. You’re still sort of surprised none of them (Sunwoo) has gotten alcohol poisoning yet.
“I’m just… trying to avoid someone. And they’ll probably be there.” You sigh, fiddling with your fingers. Your best friend gives you an unreadable look that flashes across his face only for a moment.
“Tell me who it is. I’ll make sure they’re not allowed in. I’d much rather have you there than some rando who’s bugging you.” He says, shoving his hands into the pockets of his cargo pants.
“That’s really unne—“
“Yo, Changmin! Aren’t you going with us to Cobie’s?”
You both turn towards the sudden intrusion, the voice belonging to Eric Sohn. He’s around 50 feet away from where you’re standing, joined by Kim Sunwoo and Ju Haknyeon. Changmin yells out his answer and spins back to you, an apologetic smile on his face. Somehow, you’re a little grateful for the interruption.
“We’ll finish this later, okay?” He nods at you, heading backwards in their direction. “You’re going, Y/N.”
You really should’ve listened to your instincts when they told you to skip out on the party.
You’re well aware that every attendee was crucial for the TBZ boys and their stupid rivalry with the KAT girls. So maybe you understood why Changmin needed you there so badly, aside from the obvious beer pong thing. However, you were starting to regret showing up.
First of all, Ji Changmin was nowhere to be found. Second of all, Jeon Soyeon was hounding you all night about the secret you so idiotically shared with your gal pals.
She was dead set on finding you a solution. (Basically, she was scanning the crowd of partygoers for a suitable man to satisfy your overdue needs. And she was proving devastatingly unsuccessful.)
You were too anxious to drink, also. Your feet were bouncing from where you sat on the couch, and your fingers couldn’t stop fidgeting. The antsiness was getting annoying at this point and you were hoping your knight in shining armor (Ji Changmin) revealed himself soon. Lest he wanted to lose out on his beloved beer pong partner.
It appears that your years of honing in on your manifestation powers have finally come to fruition when you spot Younghoon and Juyeon hauling the beer pong table into the living room. Where one of those tables are stationed, you know you’re guaranteed to find your best friend. The shorter of the two gentle giants cups his hands around his mouth and announces the first round of tonight’s tournament.
You stand from your seat, grabbing the opportunity to break free of Soyeon’s efforts to pimp you out. You’re ready to confirm you and Changmin’s spot in the tournament, when you see that you’ve already been beaten to it. It takes absolutely everything in you not to let your jaw drop and your eyes to tear up.
Some girl who happens to be in your Lifespan Growth and Dev class (you think her name is Iseul) is draped over Changmin’s arm, signing them up for the first round. He doesn’t look like he wants to, but makes no effort to refuse her.
You don’t know why it irks you. It shouldn’t irk you.
You’ve never cared about who he spends his free time with in the past. It’s been so easy for you to let his behavior slide, brushing it under the rug like it was no biggie. But this time, you care a whole lot. You chalk it up to the fact that he was seemingly replacing you as his beer pong partner, even though that was the entire reason why he wanted you to come to the party.
Yeah. That’s why.
Your tongue darts out to wet your lips just as Hyunjae passes by, no doubtedly heading to the beer pong table. You catch the sleeve of his polo and force him to halt in his steps. You’re not even sure why the hell he’s wearing a polo in the first place, his outfit embodying the stereotypical frat boy perfectly. This looked nothing like his usual wardrobe.
“Oh, hey Y/N, what’s up?” He smiles that award-winning Hyunjae smile, the one that manages to charm every girl in the room every single time he pulls it out. He brings the brim of his red solo cup up to his lips and finishes whatever’s left in it with one swig. Maybe this was a bad idea.
“Do you wanna be my beer pong partner?” Okay, well now you’ve said it so there’s no going back.
His eyebrow shoots up in a mixture of shock and pleasant surprise. “Me? You’re not gonna ask Changmin?”
“He’s…” Your eyes flitter over to where he stands with Iseul(?), Hyunjae’s following. No. You’re okay. This isn’t getting to your head at all. Everything’s cool and peachy. “He’s too preoccupied.”
Hyunjae chooses not to say anything, instead nudging you over to the opposite end of the table. Changmin’s eyes widen when he sees the two of you, even having the audacity to look scandalized. God, maybe that was his biggest fault. He was so entitled.
So, it was just fine for him to bail on you in favor of some girl he didn’t even know, but the second you talk to one of his frat brothers, it’s off the table? What a fucking hypocrite. The whole ordeal was actually beginning to get on your nerves now. All you wanted to do was win this stupid beer pong game to show him that he’ll never find a partner as good as you.
Woah. Holy shit, Y/N. You need to dial it back a bit with the possessiveness. That was a lot, especially for you.
Juyeon narrows his eyes at you and then glances over to Changmin, the cogs turning in his head slowly. You’re not sure if that’s because he’s so used to seeing you both on the same side of the beer pong table, or because his vision was so shitty. Either way, it has you cowering behind Hyunjae a little as he dips the ping pong ball into the cup of water in the center.
“Okay, you know the rules. Let’s have a healthy, friendly game,” Younghoon says, tapping the table with a smile. “No playing dirty. I’m looking at you, Hyunjae.”
The brunette raises his hands in surrender, doing a quick bout of rock, paper, scissors with Changmin to determine which team went first. He wins with a quirk of his lips, sauntering back over to you. After rolling his neck around and popping his fingers, he tosses the ball right into Changmin and Iseul’s center cup.
You hate to admit it, but Hyunjae’s actually pretty good at this. You’ve never really paid attention to anyone else’s beer pong skills considering you’ve only ever played with Changmin as your partner. Who knows, maybe you’ll switch over permanently after this. At least, you might if he keeps up whatever it is that he’s doing.
Your best friend’s jaw tightens as he grabs the red solo cup, chugging what’s inside. He huffs and takes his turn, nearly missing with the way the ball circles around the rim. He sighs in relief at the same time you grimace. You still hadn’t had anything to drink all night and starting with fucking beer was probably the worst idea.
The game probably would’ve been a bit more competitive had Iseul been decent at beer pong, but she sucked. So Hyunjae and yourself always kept your lead by one cup or more. Karma is a dish best served cold, or however the saying goes. And karma certainly presented itself in the form of Ji Changmin’s first ever TBZ beer pong tournament loss.
Hyunjae high fives you with a cheesy grin, lacing your fingers together and shaking them around. He presses a kiss to your temple and guides you away from the table as Juyeon and Younghoon clear it for the second round. It wasn’t odd for any of the TBZ boys to show you affection since you were like a sister to most of them, but this felt… kind of weird. You can’t pinpoint exactly why, but it made you feel off.
“You’re my secret weapon,” he laughs, hands burying into the pockets of his khaki shorts. “I’m gonna steal you as my partner permanently.”
As much as you joked around in your head, the truth of the matter was that you could never actually replace Changmin. In spite of him acting like a complete dumbass tonight, he was still your best friend. Not even the biggest of fights would change that fact.
Before you can dismiss him, Changmin is stalking over to you with a slight scowl. His nostrils flare a bit as he asks, “Can we talk?”
You barely nod and then he’s fisting the material of your top at the small of your back, urging you away from the living room. Your feet keep tripping over themselves while you attempt to match his pace but he’s too determined to reach his destination in mind to even notice. No one even bats an eye as you get ushered to your demise.
You’re coaxed into a nearby bathroom without a word, your best friend standing in front of you with his arms crossed over his chest. Because you hadn’t seen him a majority of the night, you hadn’t gotten the chance to get a good look at him. He was wearing a long sleeve striped polo and some baggy jeans, which probably would look basic on anyone else. But this is Ji Changmin. Girls flocked after him for a reason.
“Why would you play with Hyunjae? You know the type of guy he is. Now he thinks he has a shot with you or something.” As soon as he opens his mouth, you remember the type of guy he is.
“What does it matter to you? You were too busy giggling with your flavor of the week. Of course I wasn’t gonna wait around for you.” You bite back, mirroring his stance.
“Flavor of the—?” His eyebrows scrunch together in confusion and then everything settles in. “Oh.”
“Yeah,” you laugh humorlessly. “Don’t act all hypocritical with me, Changmin. I can’t believe I even came to this fucking party for you when you didn’t even bother giving me the same energy. Best friend, my ass.”
A scoff brushes past your lips and you turn to exit the bathroom, but he grabs your wrist. His grip isn’t too harsh, but it’s tight enough to stop you from going anywhere. “Wait. Don’t leave.”
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t.” Your eyes flick back and forth between his and the fingers wrapped around your forearm. And you know, you really should’ve predicted what would happen after that. The nature of your words were provocative in their own right, not to mention the tension brewing in the midst of your argument.
From one second to the next, Changmin’s mouth is on your own, your back pressed to the bathroom door. His hands are everywhere and nowhere all at once; digging into your sides, running through your hair, caressing your face. You feel insane. Your head feels empty, no coherent thoughts running through it as his lips move against yours.
They migrate along your jaw and down your neck, nipping and sucking wherever they feel fit. Everything is moving way too fast for you to comprehend what’s happening. His lips feel so good on your skin, you’re having trouble finding the strength in you to stop him. But you know you have to. This was your best friend, for god’s sake. And besides, you didn’t want to deal with the disappointment you’ve faced time and time again when it came to men. You couldn’t handle feeling that way toward him.
Your palm presses against his chest and you try your hardest to ignore the sensation of his heart thumping beneath it. Your eyes squeeze shut as you push him off of you gently. Not expecting the sudden disruption, he stumbles backwards slightly. He’s a little dazed, like he, too, has not a single thought in that brain of his.
“I can’t— we can’t—“ You’re breathless, heaving up and down as if you’d just ran a damn marathon. “I have to go.”
You don’t give Changmin any freedom to react, escaping the bathroom exasperated. There’s too much going through your mind to search for Soyeon, leaving the party as quickly as you can. The moment your foot steps out of the front door, it’s like you’re given some clarity. The fresh air feels cool on your warm skin while you take the walk back to your apartment, not in the mood to sit in a stuffy car with anyone else. You needed to think clearly and vulnerably, and someone being there would just hinder that.
But first, you had to figure out where to go from here.
It’s been a couple days since the last TBZ party and you were still avoiding Ji Changmin like he was the plague.
You were definitely wishful thinking when you decided to just ignore things until you had class together. And even then, you were planning on pretending like nothing even happened. Fucking up your friendship with him was something you couldn’t stand emotionally. Or physically. It would be akin to the pain of having your heart ripped straight from your chest.
Meeting Changmin when you did was almost like a blessing in disguise. His attitude about life was exactly what you needed coming into university. You were shy and scared of your new surroundings. You had no friends, you were far from your family, and your imposter syndrome was through the roof. But then he swooped in and made everything better somehow. As much as it was a snooze fest, you’ll eternally be a little bit grateful for sharing that First Year Seminar class with him.
Deep down, a piece of you has always belonged to Changmin. From that first day of freshman year to now, you’ve always held him to a different standard than everyone else. You liked to believe it was because he was your best friend, the one person who sought you out even when it felt like no one ever would. And until very recently, you kept trying to convince yourself that was the case.
If you slept together that might be worse. What if he ended up like every other guy you’ve landed in bed with? What if he couldn’t satisfy you? It would make it even more strained. You didn’t want to end up like every other girl who’s vied for his heart and failed miserably. He wasn’t a relationship person.
Falling for him alone would complicate everything. If he didn’t feel the same, it would be weird between you and your friendship would never go back to normal. Yet as you lay here, body bundled in your comforter and drowning in one of the many sweatshirts he’s left over at your apartment, scrolling through his feed, you realize that there’s no return from this point. Now that you’ve contemplated the idea, you’re too far in.
You know, the universe had funny ways of rewarding you. (Or rather, punishing you.)
There’s a knock at your front door. You’re not entirely sure who it could be since you weren’t expecting anyone, but one glance through the peephole and it’s all over for you. You consider stepping away, running and cowering in your bedroom until he disappears so you can go back to dissimulating that your entire life wasn’t crumbling to your feet.
“Y/N, I know you’re in there. Open up, please, we need to talk.”
You curse under your breath but unlock the door anyway, maneuvering so he can come inside with ease. Changmin stares at you with an unreadable expression for a minute, vision raking over your figure. Maybe you’re imagining it, but it’s something similar to how men have looked at you before, like they were undressing you with their eyes. That’s when you remember that you were wearing his sweatshirt.
Without pants underneath…
The wind knocks out of him in an instant, something primal coming over him when his gaze lands on you in his clothing. He knows he shouldn’t think about you the way he does. He shouldn’t think of how pretty you are when your pen is caught in your teeth, attempting to make sense of whatever your professor was talking about. He shouldn’t think of the way your cheeks flush when you’ve had too much alcohol at one of the TBZ parties. He shouldn’t think of kissing you, or pressing up against you like a dog in heat. He shouldn’t be thinking of the kiss you shared Friday night.
You’re his best friend, the one person in the world who has ever understood him. The one who’s always glued to his side even when he may be in the wrong. Why would he ever want something different? How could he ask for more when he should be thankful for what he was already given?
“Why are you pushing me away? Why are you ignoring me?” Is what he finally asks after the silence has become unbearable.
“Changmin,” you swallow thickly, hesitative with what you say next. “Friends don’t kiss— we don’t kiss.”
He takes a step forward, and then another, and then another until he’s only arms’ length from you. “But, we could.”
You release a shuddery breath, reaching out to stop him from coming any closer. “P-Please. We can’t do this— I can’t do this.”
“Why not?” He pushes. He knows he’s tiptoeing the edge of something else. There’s a fine line between what you have now, and what he’s wanted for so long. It’s always been a matter of if you wanted that too. “Is it because you just don’t want to?”
You’re not even sure how to respond to him. Of course you want this. It isn’t that you don’t want him. You’re more scared than anything. You’re scared of becoming just another victim of Ji Changmin’s charms, of giving into him and it leading to another let down. Your resistance is evident on your face, and you’re not all that taken aback when he sighs.
“I’ve wanted you since that first day of First Year Seminar, Y/N. No one has ever compared to you and no one ever will,” he confesses, a hand coming up to cup your cheek. “I sleep with random girls to get you off my mind, to forget that I’m pretty fucking in love with my best friend.”
Then it all clicks.
It’s like you’ve come to the biggest realization of your life, an epiphany striking you suddenly with the weight of a freight train. It all trickles into place, the reason why you’ve never enjoyed yourself during sex. The reason why you’ve never finished at the hands of any man you’ve been with intimately.
None of them were Ji Changmin. None of them were the best friend that your heart has belonged to since your freshman year.
You press your lips to his without any warning, nearly colliding into him with the force of your impatience. He reciprocates immediately, fingers tangling in your hair and holding you closer than physically possible. You tilt your head to deepen the kiss, tongue dragging along his lower lip. Years of repressed longing and pining find themselves surfacing in this one kiss.
Changmin’s hands travel to your waist, burrowing into the fabric of his sweatshirt as he yanks you toward the couch. He falls to a sitting position when the backs of his knees hit the edge, your knees resting on either side of his lap. You don’t break apart once, not even to gasp for air as he grinds you down onto him. Through the material of his cargos you can feel him. He’s just as throbbing as you are, your core pulsing with a need unlike any other.
His fingers reach for the hem of the sweatshirt and that’s when you pause him, your nerves getting the best of you. He frowns. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s just,” admitting this a second time isn’t easier. “I’ve never— nobody’s ever made me… you know…”
The corners of his lips curl up, thumbs rubbing the backs of your thighs. “You’ve never came before, baby?”
Your breathing stutters in your chest, the smugness of his voice sending shockwaves through your body. You should’ve fully expected him to be a master at pillowtalk, what with the whole Sex-God persona and all that jazz, but it still catches you off guard. You shake your head shyly, arms hooked around his neck. His mouth attaches to the spot behind your ear, sucking the skin tenderly.
“I’ll make sure you’re ruined for anyone else,” his voice is no louder than a whisper, but sounds deafening to the cotton stuffing the place where your brain should be. “I’ll make you feel so good, you won’t think twice about who you belong to.”
A small whine emits from your throat, hips gyrating themselves onto his crotch. He bucks up into you instinctively, keeping you still on his lap. The sheer possessiveness of his tone is driving you up the wall. That seemed to be something you had in common with each other. You’re lightheaded, too many layers of clothing blocking the space between you. Changmin connects your lips again, sliding his hands beneath the sweatshirt so his fingers can hook into the waistband of your panties.
He helps you out of them and your top, baring your entire body to him. The way his cock twitches makes him feel like a goddamn teenager. You paw at the zipper of his pants as he pulls off his t-shirt, tugging the cargos down his legs so you can kneel between them. If he thought he wasn’t going to last before, he’s certain of it now. He wraps your hair around his fist in a makeshift ponytail, watching you with hooded eyes as you kiss his tip.
“You look so gorgeous like this,” his voice is wavering, his composure drifting off.
That encourages you to take him into the wet heat of your mouth, tongue twirling around the tip. You run it along his slit, tasting the precum that had formed there. His head falls back onto the sofa cushions, jerking his hand back a bit and tugging your hair just enough for it to sting. You moan around his dick, the pain providing more pleasure than its intended purpose.
He bucks up into your mouth yet again, his length gliding down your throat. Not prepared for the intrusion, you gag, pulling off of his cock with a string of saliva bridging your lips to the tip. Tears prick at your eyes for a second, and then you’re going back in.
This time you manage to relax your throat, fitting more than you could prior. Changmin’s eyes are half lidded, not once daring to look anywhere that wasn’t you. The sight of you so eager to please, so desperate to reward him in spite of you being the one who’s never orgasmed before, was clouding his thinking.
The image of you on your knees, sucking him off like your life depended on it, would be burned into his brain for the rest of his life. (Not that he minded. You lived there practically rent free, anyways.)
Your attention stays on the tip of his cock, tongue repeatedly alternating with dragging under the head and the slit on top. He could die happily, actually, the fear that he may never have you in this way finally dissipating into thin air. Want could only take a man so far.
He doesn’t stay sentimental for very long, remembering that you were currently between his legs and the inner monologue could wait for later. Though, he makes the grave mistake of making direct eye contact with you and it’s game over after that point.
Changmin finishes with a groan, his cum painting your chest with milky white ropes. He cups both sides of your face, bringing you up to kiss you messily. He doesn’t care that he can taste himself in your mouth, nipping your bottom lip to pry it open. The two of you swap spots, with him now on the floor and you on the couch. He pushes up your knees, spreading them to gain access to your cunt, glistening with your slick.
He presses a soft kiss to your clit, glancing up at you through his lashes to gauge your reaction. He not only had a reputation to defend, but he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. He was going to be the first man to make you cum. But it wasn’t sufficient to just fuck you, he needed to do more than that. He needed to flood your senses and show you exactly what you’ve been missing out on.
His tongue circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves, his ring and middle fingers going counter-clockwise on your entrance. He can hear the laboring of your breathing, the sharp exhale through your nostrils when he experimentally slides one of them inside of you. He starts to pump it slowly, building up the pace until he adds the other finger, curling them.
You whine when Changmin’s lips envelope your clit, suckling like a man starved. His fingers south don’t halt their assault, the palm of his other hand flattening on your lower stomach. You reach down to card through his hair, clutching the strands for support. He groans against your pussy, the vibrations contributing to the knot growing tighter in your abdomen.
He switches his tongue and fingers a moment later, lapping at your hole and swiping at your clit in a close ovular pattern with his thumb. You’re dizzy, lids fluttering shut and back arching off the cushions in a weak attempt to minimize the space between you. Changmin pins down your hips with his forearm, continuing making out with your cunt.
He flips the stimulation once more, mouth on your clit and fingers buried deep inside of you in an instant. He keeps his eyes on you, focused on every scrunch of your face and slacking of your jaw. The sudden difference in sensations has a loud moan ripping from your vocal cords, that knot coming undone almost too quickly for it being your first time in this position. You feel his lips turn up in a smile, like he’s proud of himself for doing the impossible.
Changmin pulls back slightly, his fingers still working you down from your peak. When he thinks you’ve calmed, he’s up and kissing you, petting your hair gently. “You did so well for me, baby.”
“I’ve made myself cum so many times before, but never like that— holy shit, Changmin…” You’re a little stunned and he finds it cute, despite you both being in such a compromising situation.
“I need you to give me one more, is that okay?” He lays you on your back, hovering over you. “I wanna see your pretty face when you cum on my cock.”
You pull him down for another kiss, pecking the side of his neck with a hum. “Want you to fill me up, too.”
The groan that leaves him is guttural, his forehead falling onto your collarbone. Dreams really do come true. He hikes up one of your legs, lining himself up with you. He guides his cock into you and watches you for any moves of discomfort. A whimper bubbles past as he slips in, bottoming out smoothly. Half of you still couldn’t believe this was happening. No fucking way was Ji Changmin on top of you right now, dick compressed in your cunt to the hilt.
He holds your knee to your chest as he begins to thrust his hips, driving his cock deep from the get go. Each motion jostles you further up the sofa, but you’re too gone to care. Your eyes have started to roll to the back of your head and you already feel that pressure rising in the pit of your stomach.
At this rate, you’re not sure you’ll last very long. You’re still extremely sensitive from your first orgasm and Changmin’s plowing into you like he might never get the chance to do it again.
“You’re so— fuck— you’re so tight, baby… Squeezing me in like you don’t wanna let me go,” he rasps, trailing open mouthed kisses along your jaw and carrying them down your jugular.
You moan something about how deep he is, about how you can feel him everywhere. It’s too much. It’s not enough. And despite him giving you everything he has to offer, you crave more. You’re yearning for more.
Something in you snaps and you’re cradling his face in your hands. “Love you so much, Changmin. Wanna be with you forever.”
His eyes widen at your off-kilter confession, but he doesn’t cease once. If anything, his speed increases as he kisses you passionately, noses bumping but so far on the spectrum from the others. This one is more emotional, more meaningful. It’s not long before he’s spilling into you, moaning against your lips. You follow closely behind, your second orgasm cresting like a tidal wave.
You stay like that for a minute, both of you soaking it all in. Your chests meet in the middle with each breath you take.
Changmin pulls out of you carefully, laying so you can rest comfortably on top of him. A smile inches across his feature, like he was on the inside of a joke you weren’t. You raise an eyebrow at him.
“What…”
“Nothing, it’s just,” he brushes some of your hair from your forehead to leave a smooch there. “I’ve been waiting for the right time to tell you how I felt for a while now. I just wanted to assure that you wouldn’t scream in my face and run the opposite direction. But you went ahead and beat me to it.”
“You meant what you said about the other girls?” You nibble at the skin of your cheek, nervous. “You slept with them to distract yourself from me? Even Iseul?”
He nods, albeit a little shamefully. “Not my proudest moment, I’ll say. I could’ve gone about it a million other ways. But yeah, I didn’t want to ruin what we had. I couldn’t stand the thought of losing you just because I couldn’t get my feelings in check.”
“You’re stupid,” you laugh, cuddling further into him. “It’s a good thing I’m kind of into that.”
“Kind of?” He quirks a brow at you. “I don’t know, you were saying something about loving me so much and wanting to be with me forever earlier…”
You smack his chest playfully. “Shut up. That was a moment of weakness or whatever.”
“It’s okay,” he smiles at you fondly, as if you were the reason that the sun shone so brightly. “I love you, too. And I wouldn’t mind being with you forever.”
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Momo G!P x (fem reader)
Momo (reader as Nayeons Little sister) sneak fucking you at a sleep over.
Warnings: G!P, breeding k!nk, Exhibitionism
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Momo had always had the hots for you. It was really hard to hide your relationship with momo in front of the other members, especially your big sister Nayeon. Nayeon would be extremely protective over you, I mean you were technically her baby, she’d hurt anyone who’d want to hurt you. She never found it suspicious how close you were with momo, Nayeon was just as close with Momo, so she just assumed it just because you 2 were siblings, and that she had a soft spot for you. Was she wrong, Momo just really wanted to screw you and wanted you to herself.
Nayeon had invited you over for Twice’s sleep over. It’s a thing the girls do where after every tour they spend time with each other and spend the night at someone’s dorm. This year the sleep over was at Nayeon and Momo’s dorm. Since Nayeon new how much you liked seeing Momo and how you were clingy towards her, she decided to have you over, all the members were okay with it Since you’re Nayeons little sis, you might as well be Twice’s too.
As you arrived to Nayeon and Momo dorm, you could already hear the conversations, and the movements happening in the room along with the smell of fried foods. You knocked on the door hearing footsteps coming towards it, as you’re greeted by a lovely bubbly face, Sana.
“Y/N! Come in! Come in!” She grabbed your arm and pulled you in with excitement. You almost tripped due to the sudden pull. You enter as you take off your shoes in the front of the door.
You see your Older sister, and the other members doing all sorts of things, Jeongyeon, Jihyo , Momo and Nayeon playing what ever competitive game on the switch, playing on the TV. Tzuyu and Dahyun trying to bake some sort of pastry (it smelt burnt…) and Mina and Chaeyoung watching Tzuyu and Dahyun probably burning down the kitchen. As Nayeon noticed you enter she had pause the game, causing the other girls to groan after the sudden stop. But had quickly changed their mood after your unnies saw you.
“Y/n! Y/n! You’re here!” Nayeon greeted, kissing your cheek while rubbing your head, causing your hair to be messy as you try to push off your older sister. Momo quickly dropped her control after seeing you, and had walked over eagerly but to wanting to seem desperate at the same time. She’s been dying to see you, she hasn’t seen you since part 2 of the tour stared.
“Y/n..” her eye sparked, she gave you a hug, while getting a whiff of your hair she always liked the way you smelt.
“Hi momoring.” You say as you held her hand, caressing her knuckles. She gave a soft smile, as you blushed and looked down at your socks.
The rest of the afternoon was filled with laughs, eating, playing Mario party on Mina’s switch. You were starting to get scared of Jihyo since she kept losing so much to which is quite rare to see. The other members were starting to fear her as well..
As everyone slowly felt tired, they all agreed that it was best they that they would get ready to sleep, and go out for breakfast tomorrow.
Nayeon and Jeongyeon helped set up the blankets, everyone will be sleeping in the living room. As everyone else got ready for bed, and you were getting ready bushing your teeth in the bathroom, a knock on the bathroom door was herd.
“Y/n..? It’s me Momo. Can I come in?”
“Yeah, that’s okay!” You shout.
Momo walked in, closing the door behind her, running into you and giving you a proper hug, leading her mouth on the crook of your neck, kissing it. Giving it a few nibbles.
“M-momoring…” you let out a few small grunts, Momo pulling off of you to look down at you. “I missed you so much y/n… not being able to see you has drove me crazy… I need you more then anything right now..” She tried to kiss you but stopped her before she could.
“M-momoring.. we can’t right now.. my sister is right outside! I don’t wanna risk it. I can’t risk..not being able to see you..can we do this when we’re more in private…? Please..?” Momo frowned. She needed you badly. But also wanted to respect you and your wishes. Even if she was desperate. As much as she needed you, you were right.
“Fine.. but can you at least sleep with me..? I’d like to hold you.” You gave in a thought.
“O-okay.. I mean it won’t look too weird right?” Momo pecked your cheek. “Yeah.” you continued to bush your teeth and Momo left to get a spot for the 2 of you.
“Alright girls! I Hope you Found a spot to sleep on tonight. Rest well.” Jihyo shouted, she turned off the lights. As you were crawling your way over to Momo’s spot, Nayeon gave a look to you, you ignored hoping it wasn’t a bad thing you were sleeping with Momo. Momo made room for you, you layed next to her. As you turn to your back, Momo spooning you as she put on the covers on top of both of you. You pressed your butt against Momo. It was already enough you were torturing her like this. Your sent, your body right pressed up against hers. It was driving her crazy, she couldn’t help but grind against your butt.
You noticed the sudden movement. Momo grinding a bit deeper. Her cock poking you.
“Momoring, what are you doing!” You whispered.
“I’m sorry Y/n I really can’t fucking help myself anymore. I really need you, right now. Please…” she was begging.
You felt bad for having her in this state, she needed some relief. You nodded, allowing her to use her to use you.
She grasped on your pajama pants, pulling them down, leaving you in your panties. She pulled her pajama pants and boxers. She slides herself between your thighs.
“F-fuck..” Momo quietly groans into your neck, she starts rubbing herself back and forth between your legs, she sucks on your neck to keep herself quiet. You held yourself still as Momo was grinding her cock on your clothed cunt, you can feel yourself getting wetter by the second.
“Y-y/n I’m so close..take of your panties… please.. I need to be in you so so bad.” You obeyed her immediately, sliding them off, allowing her to enter you. Momo sliding one of her hands in her shirt, groping your bare small breast and pinching your nipple.
Momo inserts herself in you slowly, She has you a whimpering mess, taking in the feeling of your walls closing around her cock. “F-fuck..you’re so warm.. you’re gonna make me cum by this alone..fuck..”
“M-momoring.. start moving..hhgh..” you moaned, which only cause Momo to get crazier. She started fucking you slowly to avoid any skin slapping noises, as you kept whimpering, gripping her hand tightly as a desperation to keep quiet, Momo stoped. “Shhh.. be a good girl and keep quiet for me okay? Can you do that for m-mommy?”
“Y-yes..” you said quietly. “That’s it, that’s my girl.” The praise had you crazy , you started moving by yourself,Momo moving the same pace.
As Momo went faster, it became so much harder to be able to keep quiet. Momo kissed your shoulder and neck, as she came close. “Please let me get you pregnant, fuck.. have my kids y/n please.” You nod violently, allowing her to finish in you, pumping her load in you having you to moan in the pillow. And there Momo was, practically breeding her best friends little sister.
After calming down from your high, Momo kissed your face frantically, her cock buried deep in you, while giving you pecks on the cheek.
“Y/n you did so good for me.. I’m so proud, I hope you’re pregnant with our kids and we’ll be happy mommies together. I love you so much baby.” All you could do was nod, you were so tried from Momo fucking you so all you did was kiss her hand, as momo wrapped her arm around around you. Sleeping while being connected with Momo.
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The next morning you two cleaned up, and after you and momo got out of the bathroom, Nayeon stared at you 2, in her big sister stance. She was especially staring hard Momo. She knew what Momo did and it was gonna be a rough morning.
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Margarita (m)
Inexperienced!Subby!Jihyo ✦ Experienced!Fem!Reader
WC—4.7 ✦ k
WARNING—sex w/ a woman for the first time ✦ very intimate not-kinky sex ✦ praising ✦ body worship ✦ oral (giving, receiving) ✦ face-sitting (receiving) ✦ 69 ✦ fingering (giving, receiving) ✦ multiple orgasms (giving) ✦ nipple play ✦ hickeys (giving, receiving) ✦ pet names (baby, babe) ✦ brief dirty talk ✦ breath play & masturbation if you squint ✦ crying ✦ mentions of alcohol consumption
THEMES—nsfw ✦ first girl crush au ✦ summer love ✦ friends to ...? ✦ a bit angsty at times
NOW PLAYING—Mystery of Love ✦ Sufjan Stevens
A/N. this was the first time I tried writing a smut that didn't have any clear power dynamics and I rly liked writing it! I don't think all smut needs to have a dom x sub. So to those of you requesting smut, don't feel pressured to pick "kinky" stuff like spanking, bondage, "mommy", choking etc because oral, 69, fingering, hickeys, body worship, praising etc can be picked as "kinks" too — besides I'm a smut writer I can't judge u lmaooo
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"I'm sorry I didn't say it earlier," you heard Jihyo's voice from beside you. You two were sitting on a bench in the park you two had first hung out. Dahyun, your best friend, and you had been sitting at a bar and Jihyo had been there too — except with the company of a tall dude. She had been too distracted looking at him and you had been too distracted laughing at one of your comedian bestie's jokes, which resulted in Jihyo walking into you, spilling both of your drinks in the process. Like the decent people you both were, you apologized and even proposed repaying each other and smiled when you realized that you both had ordered margaritas.
So you drank margaritas all night, forgetting about then saying bye to Dahyun and that guy, until the bar closed and you decided to buy this one special large sized margarita to share at the park not too far away. By the end of the laugh-filled night (which quickly turned into morning), you had a feeling that you'd see each other a lot more afterwards. And you were right. Ever since that sunrise told you to part ways and leave one big margarita glass by the bar's door, you had made it a tradition to buy one every Friday to share as you chat and giggle on the same bench at the same park under the moonlight until another sunrise would tell you it's time to go.
As you had gotten to know each other, you found out the guy at the bar was her boyfriend Daniel, and she found out you were going to leave Korea at the end of the summer. After that, you'd made a promise you'd try to spend as much time together as possible over the sweet summer before you'd fly away.
"Are you drunk?" you asked, shaking your head at her words.
One day she'd called you over to her place, crying on the phone. Her then-boyfriend had broken up with her, claiming she didn't show him love. But the part that shocked you was that she confessed he was right. So why had she been crying? A guy she didn't have feelings for broke up with her...that wasn't a bad thing, right?
"No."
"I saw a margarita on your story before you got here. You know I'm very familiar with JYP bar."
"It was margarita, yes, but it was alcohol-free."
"Oh."
"I know you're going away next week but I needed to tell you before I lost the chance to say it."
"Damn."
"I know. I'm fucking sorry but I've never had feelings for a woman before. Shit, I didn't even know I was into women but it explains why I never had strong feelings for any of my exes."
She looked down at your hand, feeling tears building up in her eyes. Fuck. Not only had she confessed to you but you didn't seem to reciprocate. Fuck. Had she ruined the last week with you?
"I like you too."
"W-What..." she stuttered, beginning to smile for the first time tonight.
You put your hand on hers, intertwining your fingers, "Let's make the best out of this last week we have together."
She intertwined your fingers in return, looking at them and smiling big. "Yes."
As to not waste time, you took a cab to her place immediately. Typical queer stereotype to move on to sex so damn fucking fast. Well, typically queer people in a conservative country have a harder time confessing to each other in fear of rejection and possible hate crime, so when you finally muster up courage and get accepted, you often feel the need to move quickly to make up for all the time you could've but didn't spend together. And you two only had a week left together, might as well fuck every day since you hadn't done that even once over the whole damn fucking summer. What a fucking waste to overthink and overanalyze possible outcomes of a confession to the point that you delay the confession until one week before one of you has to leave the country. So fucking typical that two women who like each other don't say shit because they don't want to make the other person uncomfortable or ruin the perfect fucking connection they have with one another. Fuck.
Soon as you stepped foot into your apartment, you locked the door and captured her lips with yours. It was the first kiss she'd ever shared with a woman and she wanted to melt into you and stay lips to lips forever. So this was how a kiss should feel? All this time she had thought she was weird for not liking kissing or foreplay but now she understood what the problem was: she had never genuinely liked any of her previous partners. You took a few steps, not letting go of her lips, until Jihyo's back met the wall. She smiled with a blush. She had never smiled into a kiss before. But she felt...happy? Maybe just content? Or maybe she just felt good that she's doing shit people her age should be doing: making out with people they find attractive? Eh, maybe she was just exaggerating because this was a new experience for her? (No, her happiness was not an exaggeration.)
Then you put your hands on her cheeks gently. Gently, as in to feel her softness, feel her skin, feel her smile on your hands. In the past, her exes had put their hands on her face to keep her from breaking the kiss or to assert dominance. Damn. These fuckers had no idea what they were doing. But you... You made her smile! You made her blush. You made her feel comfortable and beautiful.
After a while you broke the kiss, Jihyo's lips following yours in the air, which made her a bit embarrassed until you said "Shall we continue?" with a soft voice that made her feel safe and not judged. Jihyo nodded, giggling when you held your hands out for her to carry her bridal style. Height was actually an insecurity of hers but this action made her feel small in a good way, in a way that made her feel beautiful actually. Then she began blushing again, realizing you were carrying her to your bedroom, a place you'd only ever hung out at to talk, drink something that wasn't margarita or do the most random shit you'd think of when you were bored at night after a long day of work.
But now this casual, 'friend' place would be where you were going to have sex. It made her smile. Oh how many times she'd imagined you two fucking and cuddling on this very bed. You weren't just walking into the bedroom, you were carrying her as if she were your bride. Holy shit. As soon as you were inside you put her down on the bed and sat down next to her.
"I think we should talk about preferences and boundaries before we continue," you said because communication is key (lmao). "I can start," you knew she'd most likely be too embarrassed to tell everything if she went first, "My main thing is I really like oral and fingering and I usually cum from clit stimulation rather than penetration. I tend to take more initiative during sex, but I am open to you doing that if you'd like. Actually there doesn't need to be any power roles in sex we can just have fun either way. Also I really like talking during sex. Hmm... I prefer not doing any anal stuff on me, if you would like me to do that on you I'm OK with that. I do own a toy collection at home so if you have any vibrators I'm OK with using that too." During your little speech Jihyo was smiling and trying not to blush, never hearing this type of conversation before (you don't hear the word 'sex' much in Korea). "I also would like to talk...during, hum, sex," she felt pressure with what to say, scared you would forever judge her based on the next words that would come out her mouth. You noticed she avoided eye contact, seeming nervous. "Jihyo, I'm no angel, you know. As long as you're not into rape I will not judge your preferences or boundaries," you held her hand, squeezing it lightly. She took a breath, bit more relaxed at the physical touch, "Mm, I like intimacy, like eye contact and such. Maybe hugging each other? I like both clit stimulation and penetration. I've never done this with a girl before so I would be more comfortable if you lead more I think." Her ears were red as were her cheeks. You brought her small hand to your face and kissed the back of it, which didn't help with her blush but at least it made her feel cared for (and wet).
You opened her hand and kissed each finger before putting her hand against your cheek to lean on. Jihyo put her other hand on your other cheek, leaning in to kiss you, smiling against each other. Kissing her felt like walking on clouds. Fluffy, pastel colored clouds. You continued kissing her, wanting to make sure she was wet and excited before you did anything to her (the last thing you wanted was to make her fake orgasm) and she only appreciated the longer fore play.
"May I?" you asked between kisses, pulling lightly on the bottom of her shirt to which she nodded still smiling. Maybe the margarita she had earlier wasn't alcohol-free since she was smiling so damn much. She almost felt embarrassed at her actions until you mirrored her expression and smiled too as you gave a few more kisses to her lips, reassuring her that smiling is never a bad action. She was so pretty. Her tan skin glowed like gold. Pulling her by her her thighs onto your lap so she was taller (lol), you had better access to her collarbones and chest and started kissing her neck lightly and hugging her waist closer to you. Her heart was beating fast, never looking forward to sex this much before. For every kiss you placed on her neck and down to her shoulder, she felt wetter and wetter. You started teasing her tit under her bra, as your other hand went down her pants to her lower back, not yet going to her butt or underwear, all while you kept kissing her collarbones so gently. She put her hands on your hair and started pushing your head to the tit that wasn't getting any attention, too shy to actually say what she wants. You got the memo and started kissing the part of her boob that was exposed from the bra but it wasn't enough so Jihyo took off her bra completely, showing her breathtakingly beautiful boobs. You started kissing harder on her boob, ignoring the nipple for now to tease her. When you heard her gasping and whining you gained confidence and started sucking on her nipple and pinching the other, while unbuttoning her pants with one hand (which was hard but you managed after a few seconds thankfully).
She got off your lap and you helped her take off her tight pants, leaving her in her blue underwear before pulling her back on your lap. You kissed her on her lips, she smiled and took off your shirt, hoped you couldn't see her blush. She was a bit shy now, having never seen a woman's tits in a sexual context before. You giggled, making her pout, and you placed her hand on your boob. Wow. It was softer than she thought; she was so used to the softness of feeling her own boobs that when she touched your boobs she was amazed by the feeling. No wonder people love boobs so much! She brought her other hand to play with both your boobs, exploring and enjoying. You on the other hand, began to touch and grab her lush, thick thighs. After feeling all her curves and edges you moved one hand to her inner thigh and felt something wet. Jihyo was a bit embarrassed. She had gotten so wet it was dripping down the inside of her thighs. "Aw, so wet for me already, Baby?" you looked up at her with a genuine smile, proud. She nodded, trying not to look you in the eyes. "I love it." She nodded again, now going down to suck on your tits to avoid looking you in the eyes. Now it was your turn to make noise, Jihyo not going gentle. You looked down at her, "You look so pretty from this point of view." She looked up at you, her mouth still on your skin. "Thank you." You put some hair away from her face, then resting your hand on her cheek to move her to your other boob that hadn't felt any oral stimulation yet. Your fingertips ghosted over her back, making her shiver slightly, before resting on her butt, grabbing and playing with it. She moaned against your boob accidentally using her teeth a bit, you moaned too.
You started feeling under the fabric covering her intimate parts, but only under the edge to tease her. Jihyo was getting needy and impatient. She got off your lap to take off your pants, and before you knew it you were stood staring at each other in only underwear. You opened your arms for her and hugged her closely, just breathing in each others arms, kissing her shoulder or your collarbone randomly. She looked you in the eyes and felt regret; regret that she or you hadn't confessed earlier. You too. You had liked her since the beginning but you had been scared of rejection or ruining such a good friendship. But you had each other now and that was all that mattered. Better late than never, right? You held each others soft cheeks and almost communicated with your eyes, I never want this to end, and kissed each other. This time it was more desperate and with roaming hands all over each others bodies before you led her to the bed to lay down. This was the bed that you two had laid on to watch movies on Netflix and Disney+, play drinking games during the movie which resulted in at least two empty soju bottles next to the bed. Now this would be the bed you would fuck in. She was ready because she also remembered every time you would go to the bathroom and she would wait in bed and look at your butt as you walked away and question if she was into girls or just liked looking at your butt out of curiosity. And you remembered every time she would go to the bathroom or to the kitchen to grab us a snack, and you would have a pep talk with yourself about telling her about your little crush. And now you were here. In that same bed. Filled with memories. But now with you two almost naked. Her on her back and you sat between her legs.
You kissed her one more time on her lips before moving down, placing butterfly kisses all the way down her chest to her stomach and stopping right above her core. She looked at you, expecting you to remove her undies. You lowered the underwear, she was breathing louder, you stopped when her hip bone was exposed, kissed it, then let the fabric cover her again. Jihyo whined. You smiled against her skin, kissing down her leg and to her inner thigh, giving an experimental lick. "Please." The wetness between your legs was getting uncomfortable at this point and you wanted to just take off your panties and sit on her face but you had to suppress your intrusive thoughts and be slow and gentle since this was your first time together — it was also her first time ever with a woman — so you just pressed your thighs against each other for the slightest stimulation. "Please what, Baby?" you asked kissing her other inner thigh, grabbing both of them with your hands. "Ngh— Can you— Can you touch it?" You gave one more big kiss to her thigh before moving to her face, "Anything for you," you pecked her lips. She opened her legs wider as you went down to give you more space, you looked at her before going down and pulling down her panties, her wetness sticking to them. You threw them away to some corner in the room and put your face in front of her pussy. She held out her hand towards you and you smiled, grabbing it before putting small kisses on her lips, avoiding her clit and slit for now. Jihyo was gasping and blushing. You pushed your tongue lightly through her slit and up to her clit, she squeezed your hand. You started kissing on her slit and clit too, gently, worshipping her body. She whined. "Please, ____." You kissed her clit, you looked at her, "Please, what, Baby?" She felt too shy to say it so she just put her free hand on your hair and pushed your face in her pussy. You took the hint and began licking. She felt relieved to finally being stimulated more harshly like she had craved all this time, accidentally pulling your hair. Pulling your hair wasn't an issue but it was hurting a bit so you held her wrist to tell her. "Oh sorry, Babe, I was getting carried away," Jihyo apologised, now moving your hair away from your eyes. You smiled. Omg she called you "Babe"!! You were determined to make her cum with only your mouth at least once before you finger her. "I love your taste, Baby," you whispered before going back to licking her luscious pussy. She blushed. You pulled her thighs closer to you, wanting to feel her softness on your neck and shoulders. This made Jihyo blush more but also more confident. You held eye contact with each other, hands intertwined, your other hand playing with her boob and pinching her nipple. "You look really pretty from this point of view," she said with a smirk. You smiled, arching your back so she had an even prettier view. She gulped. Everything was getting dizzy. Her clit was being licked exactly how she liked it and you noticed so you kept that same pace. Her chest was getting red and hot. Her hand was sweaty. Her moans were stuck in her throat. Her breathing was irregular. Her view was breathtaking. She saw your hand reaching down between our legs, playing with yourself while eating Jihyo out. She pushed you closer to her pussy, thighs closing in on you, hand squeezing yours harder, head falling back, eyes closed, she saw white. You continued riding her orgasm out with your gentle tongue until she felt overstimulated and unclenched her thighs from you.
As she regained her breathing to normal, you crawled up to lay beside her and hug her, pulling her into your chest. She put her face in your neck, taking in your scent and warmth. You weren't sure how high her sex drive was or if she liked cumming multiple times since you forgot to ask during your sex discussion so you thought this was enough for your first time together. But then Jihyo did something. She sat up, pulled off your underwear, proud when she noticed the wet stain, threw the panties away. This night was not over yet. She kissed your cheek and then moved around until her face was above your pussy and her pussy was in front of your face. "Please, let me know if I'm doing alright or if I should do something else," was the last thing she said before she lowered her head to your pussy and began licking. "Fuck." You didn't realise how wet you had become until now when the smallest of touch from her tongue had you moaning. "Baby, go slow, please." She whined back in response, only giving you kitten licks and holding back from devouring the sweet taste of pussy for the first time. You began kissing her inner thighs, making her twitch a bit from sensitivity. "Can I eat your pussy again or do you need some time?" Jihyo blushed. How can you say such words so neutrally? Mhm, she nodded and moaned against your pussy, which sent vibrations against your clit. You pushed her pussy closer to your face and began kissing it again. Jihyo whined against your pussy, she loved this feeling of a little "foreplay" on the pussy before licking it hard. She noted that she should start off slow next time she gives you head.
You noticed that although you pushed her pussy towards you, she still kept it in the air, not sitting on your face. "Baby, you can sit on you face," you encouraged her and gave a big kiss to her clit. She finally sat down on your face and you began licking between her lips deeper and quicker. She couldn't help but keep moaning against your pussy, and the vibrations felt so good, making you moan on her too. You began moving your hands on her thighs up to her ass, keeping them there and just grabbing the fatness. She was feeling a bit jealous because you could touch her all you wanted while she had to hold herself up on her arms which was getting harder and harder. She let go of your clit, sat up on your chest, "Babe, can I be on the bottom?" You smiled at her, "Of course, Baby." She just plopped down on the bed with a smile, comfortable now that she didn't need to use her arm muscles. "You're too cute." "Thank you, ____." You flipped around and moved your pussy to her face, her eyes lightening up. Before you even sat down she grabbed your hips and pushed you down, impatient and needy to have the experience of a woman sitting on her face. You were more experienced in this and laid down comfortably, spreading her legs to eat her out too. Your pussies were prepared and didn't need any of the gentle kissing or kitten licks anymore, you opting to lick fast and deep between her folds, and her licking fast but gently on your clit in a steady pace. To Jihyo's surprise, you began grinding on her face, making her proud she was taking you there. Moaning and shaking, it was getting hard to focus on pleasuring each other.
So, you sat up on the bed, beside Jihyo. She was breathing heavily, confused, whining, "Why?" You kissed her forehead, "Come lay with me on the pillows." She followed you to the big pillows, you laid on the right side and Jihyo on the left side of the bed, the natural way to lay down just like every time you had watched movies as friends. You started kissing her, hands roaming on her boobs, back, butt and back of her thighs, pulling her left thigh on top of your hip — this gave you more access to her pussy so you began to tease your fingertips on her lower lips. She whined. You pushed your right leg up so she also had access to your pussy, and in a second her hand was playing with your folds, starting off slowly before inserting her fingers in you. You kept making out, savouring each others red, swollen lips and tastes on your tongues. She slid a finger between your lips to get your wetness so she could finger your clit better (she remembered you prefer clit stimulation more than penetration), making you moan into her mouth. Damn, it was her first time but she was so good. Who would've known she was ambidextrous? (She's both left handed and right handed) You put a finger inside her and she gasped, making you smile in revenge, since it slipped in so easily from being so wet you fit in another finger, moving them in and out at a moderate speed, not wanting to make her cum yet. "I could do this forever, Baby." Your words hurt Jihyo because you both knew this couldn't last forever; you would leave the country soon — and she wishes this only determined her to make you cum from her fingers but she couldn't distract herself from the future heartbreak, tears filling her eyes that she blinks away before you can notice. She stops kissing you to look at you, she wants to say something but hesitates question just decides to make a hickey on your shoulder. You giggled, "You're out of this world, Baby." She felt tears build up again, you kept calling her Baby as if you've been girlfriends all along — as if you're girlfriends right now! What are you even? A couple? Friends with benefits? A summer fling? A future long distance relationship that will inevitably end with you two neglecting each other due to your conflicting schedules and different time zones? Fuck. She had sucked on your shoulder very harshly and bitten it too. It looked like a black bird tattoo. "I'm sorry, ____ Babe, you have a hickey now," she kissed it gently as too soothe the hot skin. "It's OK. I haven't had a hickey in a long time. Never on my shoulder," you giggled. Jihyo smiled, both happy and sad at the same time. "Can u make one on me too? In a hidden place?" She wants to remember this moment for the next few days every time she looks at herself in the mirror. Yet she blushes when u move ur head to make a hickey on her boob, opting for the curve under her nipple, sucking and biting. Simultaneously, your fingers were going deeper and faster until Jihyo starts whining and you decide to keep that tempo. She starts moving her fingers harder on your clit, with the same tempo as before, making you moan and bite down on her boob. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum," you said. She whined, "M-Me too." You began kissing again until both of your legs were shaking and you had to stop to breathe.
After a few minutes of just laying down and looking at each other, you decide to get up and run a bath before you two fall asleep in your cum and wetness stained sheets. "Wait for me, Baby. I'll just get the bath ready for us," you kissed her forehead. Jihyo smiled but it fell once she was left alone with her thoughts. Should she sleep in your bed or go home like she always did after hanging out at your place? If she sleeps in your bed it's almost as if going official, right? If she goes home like she always does then it means that this was just a one night stand or a fwb thing, right? Fuck. Why does everything have to be so complicated? Suddenly you were back in the room. "Come, Baby," you carried her to the bathroom and let her step into the bathtub on her own because you're not the hulk. You followed suit, laying behind her. The water was warm and relaxing, cleaning you off of your cum, sweat and tears. You hugged her waist, Jihyo's rested back on your shoulder and chest, you leaning your head on hers, kissing it a few times. But although the water was calming, both your brains were racing. What now? You had an incredible connection. You had so many beautiful memories together, including this one. You've laughed and cried so many times together, now also coming a few times together. How could you let go of this? How could you keep this going at a long distance? A tear fell down Jihyo's cheek. You kissed her tear away. "It's OK. It will all be fine." Tears were falling down your cheeks too.
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❝ How much sorrow can I take?
Blackbird on my shoulder
And what difference does it make
When this love is over?
Shall I sleep within your bed?
River of unhappiness
Hold your hands upon my head
'Til I breathe my last breath
Oh, oh woe-oh-woah is me
The last time that you touched me
Oh, will wonders ever cease?
Blessed be the mystery of love ❞
—sufjan stevens; 2017
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Myoui Mina - Please
Pairing: Myoui Mina x Female Reader
Fandom: Twice
Requested by: Anonymous
Request: Can I request a meaning Mina x fem!reader angst/fluff where Mina is in love with reader and she is too shy to tell reader but then she sees reader talking to Nayeon and gets jealous and like she starts treating reader terribly and the reader is upset asking why are you treating me like this (or something) and she tells reader she in love with her. The ending can be your choice thanks 💕😘
Summary: Love is beautiful but it can also hurt, especially when person you love starts treating you terribly.
A/N: Myoui Mina supremacy🛐🛐🛐
3rd's POV
Myoui Mina. The Japanese woman found her place in your heart and for years refused to leave it. It was like she owned it and honestly you were pretty sure that she did. Nothing you did could change the way your heartbeat fastened whenever she was close to you or even just looked at you.
Mina was incredible. She was really talented, kind and beautiful and all of it made it even harder for you to confess. You knew that she was going to reject you and honestly you weren't sure if your heart would be able to survive this.
So you decided to not confess and just be content with being friends with her. Calling her your friend hurted you but you knew that it would hurt a lot more if you completely lose her over your feelings. Fortunately her group had 8 other people who could help you take your mind off of how badly you wanted to be with her.
The one who was the biggest support for you was Nayeon. She knew about your feelings for her younger member and despite wanting you to confess to her, she respected your decision and comforted you when you needed it. That's why you often spend lots of time with the oldest. Unbeknownst to you other members noticed it and one of them wasn't too happy about it.
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Today you were visiting Twice's dorm. You haven't seen them in a pretty long time due to them being away on tour after their new album release and after they got back, they immediately invited you for a movie night. You agreed quickly since you missed them a lot, especially Mina who you were excited to see the most.
You rang the doorbell and the door opened for you Jihyo. You greeted her and after she let you in, you noticed Mina "Unnie hi" The excitement that you felt when you finally saw the woman quickly disappeared when she walked away, not even acknowledging your presence and leaving you frozen near the door. Jihyo looked in the direction Mina went to, confused by the sudden behavior of her groupmate but before she could say anything to you, Nayeon who observed the whole situation, walked in.
"Y/N I missed you so much" she pulled you into a hug and signaled Jihyo to leave you two alone. The leader nodded and went to help Jeongyeon prepare the snacks for all 10 of you. After you were left alone with Nayeon, said girl pulled away from you but not fully, still keeping her arm wrapped around your waist to give you a little bit of comfort after your encounter with Mina.
"It will be okay" Her voice didn't fully helped you feel okay but it did bring you some comfort as you let her guide into their living room. Walking in you noticed Dahyun, Chaeyoung and Tzuyu choosing the movie you were going to watch, Momo and Sana watched the three youngest with smiles on their faces while sometimes commenting something about them and laughing, Jeongyeon and Jihyo were still preparing the snacks and Mina was sitting in a chair and looking through her phone.
Or at least that's what you thought she was doing when in reality her eyes were drawn to the way Nayeon held you when you both walked into the room. The jealousy started bubbling inside her again making her feel sick again. She knew she shouldn't feel like this since you weren't hers to begin with but it didn't stopped her from hating when someone else got to be the one to hold you when all she wanted was to be the one who can.
She didn't mean to be mean to you or to hurt your feelings with her childish behavior but it also hurted her to be close to you, knowing that you were probably in a relationship with Nayeon. Being close to you, knowing that she probably won't be able to hold you tightly in her arms without any care in the world was killing her.
When Jeongyeon and Jihyo came back, all of you sat down. Nayeon pulled you to sit next to her on the couch which wasn't unnoticed by Mina. The maknaes chose a horror as a first movie of the night and honestly youw were terrified of them. When Nayeon noticed you trembling slightly, she tapped you on your knee and leaned to your ear, whispering "Bury your head into my shoulder, I'll keep you safe so don't worry" she wrapped her arm around you and helped you bury your head into her shoulder, keeping you close.
Mina looked over to you two feeling sick to her stomach at the sight of the two of you cuddling and the way Nayeon rubbed your shoulder. Not being able to stand it anymore Mina stood up and walked into the kitchen in order to calm down there. When she left Nayeon looked from her to you and whispered "Maybe go and see what's wrong. Maybe she'll tell you what her deal is" You looked up at her and Nayeon's heart skipped a beat right in that moment. Nodding you quietly excused yourself and walked into the direction Mina walked off to before.
Nayeon leaned her head against the couch, looking at your disappearing figure. Swearing that if Mina won't get her shit together, she will take care of you.
Walking into the kitchen you saw Mina preparing herself a glass of water. Noticing another presence in the kitchen, the Japanese woman turned her head only to look away after seeing that it was you. The uncomfortable silence took over as you started wondering how you got to this point. All you wanted was to keep her in your life and you couldn't even do it as friends?
"Are you going to ignore me forever now?" Your question made Mina freeze for a solid second. Her body noticeable tensed at your words but she remained silent making you scoff "Seriously? You won't even talk with me? God dammit unnie, you should at least tell me what I did wrong instead of making me wonder what happened" You didn't even notice when tears started appearing in your eyes and honestly you didn't care, you were just desperate to know the reason behind her behavior.
"Please..." Your voice came out weaker than expected due to you crying, surprising Mina with how broken you sounded. She looked at you and seeing you so devastated because of her pained her. She acted selfishly to protect her own heart and forgot about your well-being in the process. She did something that she promised herself not to do. Did she even deserved you at this point.
"Y/N... just go back to Nayeon. She must be worried" You didn't understood "What do you mean?" She looked away from you and took a deep sighed before deciding to tell you the whole truth. You deserved at least that much for what she did to you.
"Listen Y/N I...... I really like you, hell I love you but I figured that you probably are with Nayeon unnie and since it was hard for me to well ignore my feelings I figured it would be easier to distance myself from you. Listen I'm really sorry I seriously didn't mean t-" You cut her off with a kiss that shocked her instantly but as fast as it came it disappeared just as fast and she felt you punching her shoulder, tears still streaming down your face.
After processing what happened Mina stopped you from punching her by trapping you between her and the counter, inches between you as she slowly wiped your tears from your face. Despite not wanting to, you couldn't stop yourself from blushing at your close proximity "Why did you kiss me?" She whispered looking straight into your eyes.
"Because I like you stupid" You lightly pushed her away and started walking away but before you walked out you looked in her direction "I don't know how you got the idea of me dating Nayeon but you should know that I liked you all this time. Unfortunately I am pretty offended by the way you ignored me so you have lots of making up to do before I'll forgive you" You playfully winked at her before walking back into the living room, leaving Mina stunned.
You were right. She had lots of making up to do after her stupid behavior but the knowledge about your feelings motivated her. She was going to make sure that you would forgive her for her mistake.
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let me (re)introduce myself:
hi (ꈍ ᴗ ꈍ✿) i'm salvadore (sal or sali is fine, i'm a they/them lesbian)
about me
masterlist
interested in following me? pls be 18+ or i will ✨block u!✨
requests are currently: 👀
⚠️ i'm a grad student so it takes me a while to write but i will get to your req eventually, pls be patient w me! ⚠️
in the meantime, messages just to say hi are nice! or tell me what you liked/didn't like in something i wrote, i luv feedback too
writing request rules are below, please read before submitting a request
right now i write exclusively for TWICE but i’m also open to writing for (G) I-DLE :)
things i will write:
angst
a/b/o (omegaverse)
breeding kink
exhibitionism
fluff/SFW
g!p
hybrid characters
petplay
[moderate] humiliation
[moderate] degradation
things i might write:
consensual somno (have not attempted this but i could maybe be persuaded)
dahyun as a (g!p) top/Alpha (ironically she's my ult bias but she's SO hard for me to write in those roles)
things i won’t write:
age play/age regression
group member x (cis) m reader (my username is literally lesbiankimdahyun)
knife/gun/weapon play
lactation
medical play
mommy kink (i have mommy issues, sorry)
noncon/r*pe
rope play (i'm not good at writing it)
scat
smut for Chaeyoung (she's still in timeout for me)
stepcest
underage characters
**if i get a request that includes something i won't write but i like your idea overall, i will probably still write it-- i'll just omit the element/kink**
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in elegance and beauty
figure skater! myoui mina x photographer! reader ; fluff? angst? a mix?
summary: famous skater, myoui mina, at her new shoot. happening to be done by you, her ex.
the only audible sound to your ear were the taps of heels, bouncing off the pavement and echoing in the studio. you felt your mouth go dry, the speaking of the other photographer next to you now muffled; all your focus on her.
you knew she had some twisted intent on showing-- after all you get to choose the photographer you book. that intent was hidden, however, probably buried deep in her mind, her egging you on to dig it up.
you let out a deep sigh, ignoring her beauty, and instead focusing on the camera capturing it. you'd mentally decided to put the camerawoman next to you in charge.
"this is myoui mina, she's a renowned figure skater and we've decided to put her as our feature of this month. make her look real pretty" the woman behind you said, trying to give some information to the two of you, not knowing you and partner dahyun knew her well.
you huffed, turning attention back to your camera, only daring to take one peek from over it, seeing the skater now smiling in your direction, causing a shudder to run down your spine.
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"let's call break!" dahyun grinned-- while it was faux, it still presented warm and true to all in the room minus you; who knew her too well to fall for a forced smile. you watched as she turned to you, eyes expressing frustration, only lasting a second of eye contact before dragging you off to another room.
once arriving in the empty breakroom, only lacking people due to the mina in the room next door, answering all questions from workers with a gummy grin, dahyun ran her hands through her hair.
"what does she think she's doing here?" she huffed, starting to pace in circles as you sat down on the less-than-comfortable couch.
"i'm not sure, dahyun. but i'm letting myself get fired for choking here and screwing up the shoot." you replied, grabbing the phone from your back pocket, seeing several missed texts from another close friend and coworker.
"hell, we might as well screw it up. she has no right to walk into your workspace and prance around." the younger argued, stopping her pacing to face you.
"in reality, she does. if she wants to prance let her, i'm not letting it affect me how she wants it to." you shrugged, opening the messages and swiping through them.
from: satang ₍ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ₎
y/n!1!11! what is she doing here?!?!?!
i was talking with a very pretty momoring and saw,, her...
we were in the lobby and she walks in all smiley!
helloooo? answer your phone!!
did we ask for her to be here??
ugh m gonna make you tell me allll the deets later
you giggled at your friends concern, only responding with a: ill give the deets if i get the deets about you and momo ;).
you met the girls gaze, seeing as her eyebrows were quirked, and her hands crossed over her stomach.
"you really don't care?" she questioned, clearly shocked at your recovery since just last week you were in tears over how 'cruel a single woman could be'.
"mmmhmm. no need to worry about me, plus, this is probably a one-time shoot, i doubt she'll come back after seeing me so stoic." you hummed in response, grinning proudly as you rose to your feet.
"let's get back to work?"
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after what felt like centuries, constant complaints of "i don't look good" and "maybe a different pose is better" finally subsided, and you could wrap up the shoot.
you watched as she bowed, only before locking eyes with you walking on over as if it was casual. your breath hitched, heart beginning to race, hands clenching your pants and letting go repeatedly.
"you're an excellent photographer, y/n." she smiled, hand reaching yours for a handshake. on most occasions, you'd refuse her, but to not cause a scene, you gave in.
her hands were warm, soft, and nothing less than familar, the handshake-- that at this point was more of a holding, lingered as she continued,
"maybe we could grab a coffee to talk about our next shoot? it is next week after all." she hummed, giggling at the shock in your eye as your hand stiffened.
"n-next shoot?"
#mina x reader#mina imagines#mina scenario#mina imagine#twice x reader#twice imagines#myoui mina#mina#twice reactions#mina reactions
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Orange ~
Sana x M Reader
Genre: Fluff, Angst(?), Smut (eventually)
WC: 4177
Chapter 2: How did you know?
Reader --
You spend most of your day in the new hospital performing surgeries. The older doctors tried to pass this off as the 'life of a surgeon'. Well it's true that surgeons work on such crazy hours. However, delegating almost all of surgeries to you seemed highly intentional. When you try to somehow work your way out, the doctors will justify it as essential for your career, labelling it as experience. On paper it looked like these seniors are taking care of you but in hindsight, it was clear that they are waiting for you to mess up. Today was no different, you are lined up for two surgeries. Perusing on the case files, you took a sigh of relief. Thankfully these two surgeries are minor ones. You promptly head out to call and meet your OR Team.
You may be new but you already assembled what you think was one of the best OR Teams in the history of the hospital. Well granted you don't know much of the hospital's history, you are quite confident about your idea regardless. That confidence mostly came from you being the surgeon but your co-workers are full of potential of their own. Your first assistant is Park Jun Han, a promising doctor who has just started practicing. He is older than you of course. Your team's scrub is Park Jihyo, a great and accomplished nurse. She is a beauty on her own. Big and deep colored eyes. It's not just her eyes that are big though, an asset too hard to miss if you're looking somewhere else. She's Jun Han's fiancé. A love story deserving their own. Kim Dahyun is the anesthetist, another bright young woman. She has this weird playful energy and has a knack of finding cameras. A talent if you can consider it as one that she discovered when she was pulled as an extra of one drama that was shot on the hospital premises. Lastly, your circulator which also serves as a second assistant on major operations Im Sang Hun. He is a resident. He also has a fraternal twin who is a famous idol Im Nayeon.
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"Good job everyone," as you finished your last operation for the day. You admit you feel a bit tired. You said your thanks to the team, and asked Doctor Park to oversee the rest of the wrapping up activities. You headed out immediately of the Operating Room towards the waiting family members outside. You told them about the good news and went on your way back to your office. The office was dark and empty. You are once again reminded that you really need a medical secretary. Your paperwork was piling up fast and there is no way to accomplish all of it without any help. So without even stepping inside your office, you headed to the HR.
Inside the HR office, you saw this familiar face, Yoo Jeongyeon. She was a friend back in your short high school venture, and still a good friend now even you did not see each other for a very long time. "Do you have the final list of the applicants, Jeongyeon-ah?" You are tired so the words that came out of your mouth have somewhat of a rude tone. "If you just listened to my advice to have this position tagged as urgent, you should have your secretary by now." You noticed she rolled her eyes. She went on having her best impression of you when you told her you want the best so tagging it as urgent will just compromise the search. Clearly she was not having anything of the excuses you are going to say. Realizing there is no use to press on, you smiled. "I'm sorry if I sounded rude, I'm tired and famished". She looked at you amused.
"Are you saying that to help speed up the process?"
"I'm serious, Ms. Yoo."
"Whatever!"
There was a moment of silence. Then she sighed and laughed unable to hold back her put on cold face.
"I have the shortlisted applicants here. I'll send them to you so that you can pick candidates to be interviewed. Once done with that, let me know."
"I can look at them here."
"I'll just email it Doc, grab yourself something to eat first. You looked famished I agree."
She was right, it is better to grab a bite first.
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Back in your office, you opened your computer to check on the list of candidates. Sure enough, the email from Jeongyeon is already sitting on your inbox. There were five resumes attached along with the email body that contains the basic information and summary of the candidates. Seems like Jeongyeon really want to have this thing done quickly and you are quite thankful for it. Scanning the list, one name stood out the most to you.
"Minatozaki Sana?"
You are sure you have heard that name before. Nope, you have read it. It was on one of the identification cards of the orange haired stranger you met. You clicked and open her resume and there it was, the face you could not forget. "What a small world." You knew you have found your secretary. You were that sure that you did not bother checking the other candidates. The others maybe more competent, more suitable for all you know but it doesn't matter. You do not believe in the stories of fate and all its drama. However, this one seem right. You may not be able to explain it. You may not able to understand it, but it felt just right. You quickly dialed Jeong's number.
"Can you please call Ms. Minatozaki Sana if she will be available for an interview?"
Your conversation turned into a quick argument. Jeongyeon was expecting that you have multiple picks to be interviewed. This was obviously for options in case your first candidate did not live to the expectations. But you somehow convinced Jeongyeon. She was at the end of her shift but she promised to call so she can schedule an interview as early as tomorrow and again you thanked her for it. Right after the call ended, your phone buzzed because of a text message.
[Tzuyu has sent a message]
'Oppa, it’s raining outside. Do you want me to pick you up?'
You looked outside and saw the heavy rain. Lightning can also be seen every now and then. You hurriedly type in a reply, struggling because of your shaking fingers.
[You]
'Yes please. Thanks!'
Sana --
Days have already past ever since that drunken incident yet Sana still could not take her head out of it. She put her chopsticks on top of the bowl of ramen she is currently consuming. She slapped her face with both of her hands to help turn off the said thoughts. She has more pressing concerns that she needs to solve. See Sana was working on the convenience store her landlady owns. She was living without rent as payment for her services. Her landlady is an old grumpy woman, but somehow she has a soft spot for the Japanese. She always invites Sana to eat with her and of course Sana obliged. Sana felt embarrassment and guilt obviously, she does not want to take advantage of the hospitality but it's free food. And we all know what free food means to those who are struggling. Besides, the old lady is genuinely happy having Sana around accompanying her in the dining table. Still Sana needs to find a proper work fast; she needs to be self-sufficient. Letting out a sigh, she turned her attention again to the computer to try and apply to any kind of work she thought she can do.
It has been days since she submitted her resume to that Medical secretary position. Admittedly, she felt confident that she will get at least to an interview but given the state of things, she thought it was as good as rejected. She heaved another heavy sigh and picked up the bowl of lukewarm ramen. She emptied the contents to her mouth when suddenly her phone rang. Flustered to the current situation, she struggled to chew and swallow at the same time. After she accomplished what seemingly an almost impossible task, she picked up her phone. In reality, Sana did not swallow it all completely and choked on the last bit of noodles. She was unfortunately coughing while the call was getting started. She heard a laugh on the other end and Sana sheepishly apologized. The other woman on the call quickly cleared her throat and snapped back to a professional tone.
'Hello good afternoon! This is Jeongyeon from Seoul National University Hospital. May I speak with Ms. Sana?'
"Yes, speaking." Her focus only on the call given the origins of it.
'Thank you. Hello Ms. Sana, this is regarding your application for a Medical Secretary position. Can you make it for an interview tomorrow at 9 AM?'
Sana could not believe hearing application and interview on the same sentence.
'Hello Ms. Sana, you're still there?'
The Japanese did not notice that she zoned out.
"Yes, I would be glad to come. Thank you!"
The call wrapped up with a couple of thank yous from both ends and the instructions of what to do when reaching the hospital. Sana was still shocked about what transpired but it was a very welcome news. It was too good to be true even. She knew it was just an interview but compared to her last applications it was a very big improvement. Granted it is on a medical field so she has this reservation inside of her, but she convinced herself it’s the best opportunity. It will be another big mistake if she will let it go. She rose up and started preparing. She explored her wardrobe and hunt for something to wear. Once her pick was settled, she started to prepare mentally. In the mix of anxiousness and anticipation, she knew it’s going to be a long night.
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Morning came faster than Sana hoped it would. As expected, she woke up late because she was not able to sleep early last night. She only has 15 minutes. She was already on the train, and today the train seems to be moving slower than usual, or at least she thought it was. She was wearing a simple gray blazer with a matching pants. She looked accurately dressed for an interview, except for her bright orange hair which really attracts attention. Five minutes later, the train halted at her destined stop so she dashed out towards the hospital. Sana was clearly running out of time. By the time she reached the information desk, she was trying her hardest to catch her breath while trying to converse her purpose. After a phone call made by the attendant, Sana was instructed to go to the third floor where your office resides, Sana was handed a card with your name written on it. Sana did not even bother to check the card. She thought the heavens are playing with her. She barely has enough time to climb up the third floor let alone finding the office. Completely out of choice, she began sprinting again.
It was 2 minutes past 9 when Sana reached the third floor. Unfortunately, her battle was not over yet. She saw a nurse walking towards her direction. "Nurse-nim, can you please help me? I am looking for Doctor.." Sana finally checked the card to know her interviewer's name. She froze. She was sure the heavens are playing with her now. "You're looking for Doctor who?" The nurse asked snapping Sana out of her delirium. "Doctor (LN)." Her volume was barely audible like she completely forgotten how to speak. The nurse was quite taken aback. "You're applying for the Medical Secretary position?" Sana nodded as she read the name on the nurse's uniform. Park Jihyo. Jihyo quickly grabbed Sana's wrist and dragged her towards your office. Both girls stopped at the door. Sana could clearly read your name on the sign outside.
"You're late right? I guess you're in for quite a show. Doc (YN) has had a rough morning."
Sana was scared of Jihyo's warning. She could not discern if Jihyo was concerned or entertained. However, there is no turning back now. Sana bowed and said thanks to the nurse, and open the door to heaven, or hell.
Reader --
It's not news to you that people around you describe you as cold. As a matter of fact, you embrace it because it is one of the most effective ways for people to leave you alone. Although, to those guys who have seen beyond that cold front you are professional and easy to work with. If you look past the cold stares and lack of smiles that is. However, this morning, you are in a really bad mood. It was not the call at dawn that ticked you. You are fine being awakened despite just having fallen asleep after the rain finally stopped. You pay no mind rushing to the hospital in the very early hours of that morning. It was for a life. You would do anything to save it. What infuriated you was the lack of care of the attending surgeon. You took over the operation, having to work with the team you are not familiar with. The status of the operation left by the relieved doctor was a mess in and of itself. Amazingly by pure skill and not luck, you were able to save the patient. After the whole ordeal, you went to talk to the doctor. You expected to be thanked but you got barked instead. Still playing tough even if you in a way saved his career. The operation was almost done when all of the crew arrived. They were informed but was just put on standby if there's a need to come to the hospital. Still they all chose to come but unfortunately or perhaps fortunately they were not needed. All of them knew you are not on the best of moods so they decided to leave you alone.
It was already a quarter past 8 in the morning when you had a chance to sit on your office. Exhausted due to the lack of sleep, you involuntarily closed your eyes. Your cellphone rang. You grabbed your phone and you were clearly contemplating if you will answer it or not. In the end, you did. You answered without even looking at your phone to know who was calling. "Are you getting ready for the interview?" Jeongyeon asked. You immediately straighten yourself up. "Is it today?" You did not notice that you sound excited. Jeongyeon noticed though.
"Excited are we? You don’t have to wait long. It's scheduled at nine remember?"
Quite surprised you snapped back.
"Shut up! And thanks Jeongyeon-ah."
The call ended leaving you wondering if you really did get excited. Why would you be excited? True, you felt a little lighter compared to your mood earlier but excitement is as farfetched as it can go. Is it the idea of meeting her again that excites you? Probably not. Perhaps it's the thought of you finally having a secretary. Yes, that sounds about right and you decided to stick with it. You checked the clock, it was 9:05 AM already and your potential secretary has not arrived yet. You can tolerate quite a lot of things but being late is something that irks you. If you felt lighter a couple of minutes ago, well now you feel twice as heavy at the very moment. You were really strict about time because time can be the difference if a patient can survive or not. It was not until another 2 minutes that the door finally swung open. Your eyebrows raised, this girl has not only been late but she also somehow did not know how to knock stoking your irritation further. Sana was on a hurry stepping inside your office and when your eyes met, she fumbled and her left shoe came off. You immediately stopped yourself from laughing, and masterfully maintained a straight face. Your mood lightened up like a Christmas tree and you don't even know why. She bowed her head and greeted you good morning leaving her shoe still off.
"Please take a seat." As you gestured and pointed to the vacant chair. Sana bowed and fetched her shoe in one fluid motion. She took her seat right after. When you were sure that she was comfortably seated, you opened her resume on your computer. You saw her attentively looking at your every move when you took a quick glance. She really has a positive vibe, and it was infecting you. Maybe it was her orange hair.
"So what is the daughter of one of the owners to one the biggest hospitals of Japan doing in Seoul?" You calmly threw your first question. Her eyes were fixed into yours as she struggled to find an answer. Somehow she settled for a question as her official reply.
"How did you know?" Her voice was shaky.
"I guess every one studying medicine has got to come across your name. The trifecta of Japan's prestige hospital. The Hirais, the Myouis, and the Minatozakis. Is it not?" Sana was quite surprised and you clearly observed it as she tried to organize her thoughts. You however did not wait for a reply.
"Well I suppose that's personal. Let's se-"
"I want to make it with just myself." Sana interrupted you mid-sentence. Her face lit up like she thought it was the cleverest thing as an answer.
"That does not explain why you stopped your Medical education though. You are almost done attending medical school, you could have just completed that and try your residency somewhere else if you don't want it in your hospital." You looked at her inquisitively. You saw her purse her lips and her shoulders fall.
"I don't think I have any more questions Ms. Minatozaki."
She nodded her head after she composed herself. "I appreciate the opportunity Doctor (LN), and I would like to personally thank you for what happened. I am sorry I was not able to do it that very day. To be honest I planned to bring a small token of gratitude but unfortunately I got really pressed of time this morning. I hope I can give it to you the next time we see each other again." There was a hint of sadness and disappointment along her lines.
"I'll see you tomorrow then." You said to her without even looking at her.
"And Ms. Sana, I hate late people."
You expected something to happen. Movement or noise, but there was none. You finally looked up again to check and saw her frozen there. You looked at her without saying anything, waiting for her. In what felt like forever she eventually had the words to ask. "Am I hired?"
"You're clumsy. Don't tell me you're also slow. Step outside my office miss before I change my mind."
Her eyes were sparkling and she was very giddy going out. As your door closed, you heard a shout of joy. You could not stop yourself from smiling. You are very pleased with your decision.
Sana --
A big and loud yes echoed in the hospital hall as Sana lets out a shout. She immediately straightened herself after realizing someone saw her celebration. It was awkward to say the least. The girl who watched the whole scene smiled widely. "I guess I am meeting Doc (YN)'s secretary. Miss?" Kim Dahyun extended her arms for a handshake. Sana answered her with her name while returning the gesture.
"I am quite surprised you got hired Ms. Sana given Doc's morning."
"Please just call me Sana, Doctor Kim. And I guess I was just lucky." Sana read the name in the doctor's coat.
"Call me Dahyun please. I really don't like being called a doctor. I feel like I'm being put on the same level to Doc (YN) and his wizardry as a doctor. I am just an anesthesiologist."
"But surgeons could not do their operations without your help Doc."
"Yeah maybe your right, but I still don't to be called Doctor. And besides we should be friends if we're working under Doc (YN)."
Sana was not aware of your reputation in the hospital so she was curious. She also hinted a sense of fear coming from Jihyo when the nurse talked about you earlier.
"Is Doc (LN) scary?"
Dahyun tilted her head. Surprised with Sana's question.
"Did you not experienced it first hand? Jihyo-unnie told me you are a bit late and given what happened this morning, I thought it's a sure fire recipe for disaster."
Sana shook her head and told Dahyun about what happened but leaving out the details of her being a daughter of a hospital owner. Sana and Dahyun talked for a couple more minutes as the doctor asked about when Sana would start, and the thought of introducing you the OR Team. She also did not fail to ask Sana about her orange hair. Finally, Dahyun excused herself and the two went on their separate ways. As Sana was about to leave the hospital, she decided that now is the perfect time to get the gift. This way Sana can give the gift to you on her first day. However, she did not have any of what to get. She dialed a friend's number hoping her friend can provide answer.
'Hello Sana-unnie?'
"Chaeyoung-ahh, can you please help me? I'm trying to get someone a thank you gift. I don't know what to buy." Sana's cute antics can be heard across the phone.
'Are you dating someone Unnie?'
"What? No! It's just a thank you gift!"
'Why are you calling me Unnie? I'm busy preparing for my art exhibit. And besides I don't think I am much of a help.'
"Please Chaeyoung-ah, you're my only friend here remember?"
Chae could not resist her friend's charms. She advised Sana to get something simple and can be used daily. That it was not the price of the item but the thought of it. Sana thought what Chae was saying was right and was ultimately able to make a decision. She thanked her friend and ended the call. Sana found herself in a shop of a men's brand half an hour later. She bought a set of handkerchiefs. It's the first thing that came to her mind upon hearing her friend's advice. She spent quite a bit of her saved up money but she was happy. Sana thought that she is gonna earn it back if she does good with her new found job. She took the train back to her apartment. Her mind wandered about the interview, on the question of how you knew that piece of information about her. On how cool you were conducting the interview. Manly, mysterious and bright. She immediately stopped herself realizing what she did. "What are you doing Sana? You cannot have these kind of thoughts on your boss. You cannot have a crush on him day one," she was saying it mentally while she covered her face. She spent the entire trip home trying to suppress the thoughts of you on Sana's mind. She may be able to take control of these thoughts now but there was one thing she could not deny. Sana has never been excited for tomorrow like now in her whole life.
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In a hospital in Japan.
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"Mr. Minatozaki, I have news regarding your daughter." The man proceeded to report to Sana's father.
"That stubborn girl. I let her go to Korea expecting to run back the first sign of struggle. Now you're telling me she managed to get a job? She has not only brought disgrace to my name but also still continuing to disobey me. I am going to drag her back to Japan if I have to!"
"Honey, she ran off because she does not want to be part of an arranged marriage." Sana's mother defended her.
"You are still tolerating her? I just want a good future for her. It was an opportunity to have the two names as one family and what did she do?"
"That's already done. The Hirai family has already called off the wedding. Besides it seems the Myoui and the Hirai family will not be joined as well after Mina announced she was secretly in a relationship with a book author."
Sana's father was still completely upset. Somehow he still could not accept the fact that her daughter ran away after he presented her with a huge opportunity.
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A/N: Chapter 2 was completed earlier as expected. As a huge ONCE, I could not resist putting all Twice members. And I would like to assume I was the author that Mina was in a relationship with. I noticed a couple of grammar errors on the first chapter and I would not be surprised that you will find one here even after a couple of tries me proofreading it. As always, I thank you for taking the time to read. I'll see you on the next one.
PS. I apologize for the bad photoshop work of Sana's hair :D
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TWICE x M Reader - "Cry For Me": PART 3
One more one-shot before I spend the rest of the days remaining before 2023 ends!
This took 8 months after I last published the previous chapter, and I apologize for the delay caused by my lack of motivation to write and bunch of important tasks to do both in my private space and my campus. I recommend that yall read the first 2 parts before proceeding to this one so it can help yall remember what happened in this ongoing multi-part story.
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Previously on TWICE x M Reader - [Cry For Me] : PART 2
Nayeon opens her bag and takes out her camera. She turns it on and scrolls down on the gallery and paused at the exceptional picture that when she shows it toher, it won't need any further explanations to spill in addition.
"I must say, he did kept you out from it. Although, having an eyes is useless when your mind is blind... and that what he is."
Nayeon then gave the camera to Tzuyu and watched her look at it horribly.
"I know it's not the perfect thing you want to see, but I have to remind to you again Tzuyu.
You agreed to help me, I'm just doing to favor in return.
This is one of my ways. I'm going to open your eyes and see the reality.
Especially... when the truth is right there to set you free."
In the middle of the night, sounds of helpless, broken and grieving screams and cries can be heard in the Chou residence.
Despite of the exhausted eyes, Tzuyu's tears still pours out from her eyes one after the another until she finally burst out in loud sobs.
She pounded the bed, raked her hair aggressively and threw all her pillows with her clenched fists in all anger, rage and devastation.
She remained suffering inside the darkness as the image of you and Momo kissing outside of the gym earlier continues to intensify the pain in her heart and mind while her vengeful state becomes intensified.
The next morning, Jeongyeon and Nayeon had breakfast at a neighboring café in Jeongyeon's neighborhood. In an attempt to lighten the mood, they engaged in talk about unrelated subjects until Nayeon made the decision to go back and concentrate on the actual task they were working on.
Nayeon stated inquiringly, "About YN, how did it go well?" but her tone hardly conveyed her curiosity. She will never develop any expectation when your name is spoken.
As Jeongyeon was reminded of what had transpired the night before, the disappointment that had been building inside of her surfaced again. "Uhh... nothing.", she said.
Not wanting to get misintepreted and just leave her friend hanging for a lack of detail, she emphasized it further. "I-I mean... it didn't happen."
"What do you mean?" Nayeon furrowed her brows.
Jeongyeon bent her head down and stared at her nearly empty pasta dish. "He didn't show up. The receptionist from his workplace yesterday told me that it was his dayoff but he didn't saw any signs of him outside."
To Nayeon's perplexity, Jeongyeon nodded, "So you were supposed to meet him there?" She shook her head and clicked her tongue. "How am I not surprised that he'll forget it."
Jeongyeon sighed, "He said he was free." "But anyways, maybe he was with Tzuyu yesterday. I shouldn't complain about it if it was his girlfriend he chose to spend his time rather than me who is his ex."
Nayeon saw that you had let Jeongyeon down once more. She knew in advance that you wouldn't provide her the appropriate apologies, like you did a year ago.
In retrospect, she was truly appreciative of it as the longer you persist in your obstinacy and self-centeredness, the more she has been inspired to rebel against you in an effort to exact revenge on you for the harm you caused to her friend's weak heart.
Even yet, it was difficult for her to accept that the only thing that came of it was that you were still ruthlessly breaking Jeongyeon's heart and now hurting Tzuyu as well, who is aware of the darker part of your nature.
Nayeon chimed in, presumably trying to shift the responsibility and allay Jeongyeon's concerns, saying, "It's fine, Jeong. I already knew that it'll go that way." It made her wonder, though, if it was the sole reason behind Jeongyeon's melancholy.
"Do you too, right?", she checked.
Jeongyeon turned to face her, shocked by Nayeon's persistence. "I-I am." She pretended to be happy.
Nayeon's eyes narrowed. She had known Jeongyeon for almost ten years. She's skilled at lying, but because they've grown close to the point where they resemble siblings, Nayeon wouldn't take it well.
"Should I remind him again?" Jeongyeon asked. Nayeon hated to see her slowly getting manipulated again by YN's disguise of being a nice, sweet guy that Jeongyeon used to fall in love- and then get fooled afterwards before.
She had to pull her back away in case things gets more alarming.
Nayeon doesn't forget that even after months of their break-up, Jeongyeon is still TRYING to get over him. The man still has this soft spot in her heart which serves as Jeongyeon's weakness from him despite how she despises him from what he did to her.
With that, Nayeon needs to do better and continue to flip that disadvantage into advantage in order to be useful against YN's downfall.
"No need, I still got him kept on track." Nayeon said. "You're right, he was with Tzuyu yesterday. Fortunately she gave me a signal and that way I had to continue following him."
"And did you find anything suspicious?"
Nayeon looked at Jeongyeon's wondering gaze. She breathed deeply and gulped the saliva to her throat before responding.
"Getting there."
Although she detested lying to her friend, she made a mental promise to herself that she was going to tell what was true eventually, as for the time being this had nothing to do with Jeongyeon.
On the other side, you parked your motorcycle next to the sidewalk in the interim. You got off and took off your helmet, bringing your personal items with you as you entered the bakery.
The chimes chimed as the door opened, attracting the attention of the few individuals within.However, one woman in particular stood for a considerable amount of time staring at the man who had just entered the same room as her. As their eyes locked, a grin slowly appeared on her face.
It became wider when he fell in line and the more he gets closer, her blush became larger and eyes sparkled in front of him.
"Good morning, Mina." You grinned and said hello to the woman who actually owns this business. The more you pursue to intrigue her, the simpler it will be to get her drawn to you.
You and Mina first met when her bakery became your go-to place whenever you wanted to have a sample of a fine, freshly baked bread across the street. The first time you discovered this place was when you pointed her location as your recommendation to Jeongyeon for the two of you to try some delicious baked goods to take home.
You led yourselves there with much pleasure. Although Jeongyeon was a stunning lady who accompanied you at the time, as soon as you walked into the bakery, it seemed as though you were drawn constantly and automatically to the alluring beauty of the cashier who was waiting to serve you and your ex-wife.
Mina was so lovely. You were quite attached to her when you had the chance to get to know her better and started going to her store frequently. She remembered you as a regular customer because of something in her gentle voice, her melodious laugh, and her carefree smile.
And the more you two get to know yourselves more, you became even more comfortable to atleast try to test this woman with your ways of stealing her heart and making her fall in love with you as much as you are developing the same for her.
"Hey, YN!" Mina welcomed you. "Where have you've been these past few days? Didn't get to see you here."
"Ooohhh missed me already?" You teased her. Mina became shy and takes her eyes away at your sight.
"I-it's not like that, I was just c-curious." Mina reasoned out. "You know that with the most of the times I get to see you coming here, it'll make me feel strange to just suddenly not being able to spot your presence here."
You hummed and nodded, shrugging your shoulders. "Now that I'm here, are you happy now?" You smirked.
Mina giggled at your silliness. "You cheered up also my day more, YN."
"Good for me, because I always love to see your lovely smile, Mina." You reached for her cheeks and pinched it.
She pointed to the many bread and pastry varieties arranged on the glass shelf underneath you and asked, "Stop with the fluttering words, what do you wanna buy?"
She got your favorite treats once you mentioned them, packaged them, and calculated the total price. You thanked her after paying and made a gesture to blow her a kiss before heading out of the store.
Your kind gesture made the young girl's heart skip a beat, even though she had no idea that she would soon become just another victim of a love fraud.
Back on the current status of the mastermind, Nayeon reaches the place she spent hours monitoring by, which almost made her bored.
Entering the place without the needed proper attire, she unbotheredly walked in and approached her next target.
"Hi, miss. Are you here for an class appointment or a simple workout?" The cashier entertains the newly arrived client.
"Oh, nothing. I just want to speak with the owner, please." Nayeon denied. She looked at one of the posters pasted of the wall and found an interesting name. "Ms. Hirai Momo."
"Uhm... sorry miss, but if you don't have any scheduled class with her, I'm afraid I can't allow you to meet her." The lady still didn't accepted her permission.
Nayeon's patience is being tested yet she remained calm, not wanting to cause a scene here especially that the lady is making sense anyway. She can't just come here and asked for a stranger who actively running an establishment as of the moment to engage in a conversation with her.
She sighed before speaking. "Is she currently here, if I may ask? Actually she's a friend of mine.", she said.
"Oh... I'm really sorry miss." The watchlady bowed down to apologize for restricting a close friend of her boss. "But... Ms. Hirai is not here right now and will not be visiting for today."
Nayeon oohed and gave a comprehensible nod. She was a little let down that after traveling this far, the person she wanted to speak with wasn't here. Nevertheless, she wasn't very impacted by it because of her desire and espionage. "Okay, I'll just ask her by myself. And also, don't tell her that I came here today, got it?"
The woman complied with her request. "Thank you."
Nayeon hurried back to her car after leaving the gym. In an instant, she turned on the engine and spun the wheels. "Alright, her home it is then."
She drived for almost less than an hour until she reached a street on Seoul where she spotted the familiar place she has recently been into. Nayeon went out of the car and stepped in front of the gate before pressing the doorbell.
"Who is it?" The occupant inside called through the talkie.
"Hello, is this is the house of Ms. Hirai Momo? I'm a friend of YN's. He told me to give something to you." Nayeon claimed.
"Ah okay, wait there a second please." Momo responded after. Nayeon just chuckled badly at her deceiving words.
She saw a front door opening, and there she was. Momo stepped out of the house and walked through the gate to open it. The two women stood face to face at each other for the first time.
"Hello, sorry to interrupt you on your time today, Ms. Hirai... but can I just speak with you personally for a moment?" Nayeon suggested. The Japanese woman was speechless as she stared at the unfamiliar face for a while before replying, with some doubts forming inside of her.
"S-sure, come in." She gestured her and gave her a way to pass through.
"Thank you. It's nice to meet you by the way, I'm Nayeon." She offered her hand and Momo accepted it with a small smile.
"I'm Momo."
Together, they went into the home when she shut the gate. Momo led Nayeon into the living room and inquired about her preferences; Nayeon ignored her and assured her that their talk would be brief.
"So, you say you have something from YN that you want to give from me?" Momo responded.
Nayeon gave a nod. She prepared herself since she was going to tell this unaware woman about her major plan. "Yes, but let me clarify things first."
Momo was still unable to speak. "This wasn't directly given to me by him, but I assure you that what I have in me right now... was his own doing."
"What do you mean by that?" Momo knitted her brows, expressing confusion on Nayeon's choosing of words. She opened her phone and gave it to Momo. As the latter looks at it to know what the content was, she swear that she felt like her heart was about to lose its function to beat.
"W-what the fuck is this?" Momo slowly losing the volume of her voice, her lips shuddering followed by her hands that are gripping the sacred object presenting the painful truth on her. "Who the hell are you?"
"I'm just a generous friend who seeks vengeance for my beloved friend and for those who fell the same situation as her." Nayeon said. "And that includes, you. Momo."
"What are you talking about?!"
She threw the phone beside Nayeon's space in the couch. Momo stood up quickly in anger, creating a screeching sound on the chair she sat in.
Nayeon who didn't flinched, just matched Momo's level of intensity in her stare. "From the way you let me in to your house just by the mention of the name YN LN, I could take it that you knew him really well. Especially if i'm not mistaken... you two have something really fishy going on between yourselves."
Nayeon crossed her legs and continued to view Momo's widened eyes as she listens to this mysterious woman spitting all the revelations in front of her. "You may be asking yourself right now, how do I know about it. I have no choice but to admit, I've been keeping my eyes not only on him... but on you too."
"And why do you stick your nose on us? What do you want from us?!" Momo stomped in irritation.
"No, Momo. By the look of your face after what you saw, it should be what do I want from YOU."
Nayeon grabbed the phone and stood up to confront the emotional Momo. She presented the picture again featuring YN and Tzuyu kissing together in front of the clothing store Tzuyu works at. "Don't you still get it? I'm here to tell you that your man who is my friend's ex-husband is cheating with some other woman. THE SAME THING THAT SHE DID TO MY FRIEND AFTER HE LEFT HER BROKEN AND ALONE!"
Momo winced at Nayeon's scream close to her face, little did she know that the rage and anger that Nayeon is containing inside of her from YN is more terrifying and dangerous. "And fuck him for doing that to her! I even had to fly here back from States to take care of my friend because she needed it!"
"So don't you even dare to pull out any mercy or defense card against that cheating bitch because I swear to God, he never was sincere as you. He doesn't care at all even for you." Nayeon tells Momo. "He deserves nothing but little protection on his side, now that I'm coming for him. But ofcourse, I'm not gonna be like him, I'm not gonna be alone on this fight, because I'm bringing a backup with me."
She stepped forward to narrow her stare deeper on Momo's astounded display after learning your true colors.
"You have to join me on this one, Momo. Do this with me not only for Jeongyeon and Tzuyu... but for yourself too."
Momo finally whimpered and shed tears down across her face as she couldn't bear the aching feeling disturbing her both straight into her heart and mind. She is still in disbelief that you dared to include her on your dirty mind games and offensive tricks.
"This isn't true..." Momo shook her head rapidly. Her heart that was already became fond of his affection is fighting for denial just for the sake of her love. "He told me that he loved me..."
"He never truly did, unnie." Another feminine voice just interrupted whuch effectively stole Nayeon and Momo's attention. Sana who is at the stairs, sitting and has been watching their argument from the start after hearing loud voices coming from downstairs, heard everything they talked about.
"S-Sana?" Momo questionably called her.
Sana lowered her head in a mix of afraid and nervousness from what she's about to tell her long-time friend. "I was a victim of YN's mischief too, unnie."
Nayeon who didn't expect the sudden turn of events, took the turn to interrogate the new girl. "What did he do to you?"
A bit of a flashback when YN went to Momo's home, after some fun times they shared through most of the afternoon, Momo became tired and fell asleep on his lap.
Sana who was currently working on the bunch of records she has to encode as her job, took a short break by going down, filling up some cold water and taking some nice sweet dessert to regenerate herself on finishing her task.
After she finished drinking a refreshing water, she got taken aback when she felt YN nuzzled on her neck while hugging him from behind.
"You smell so good today, Sana. I missed your scent so much." He said as he took another huge sniff on her nape. "Did you just took a bath earlier?"
Sana turned around and slapped him on the face quickly. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Cmon, Sana really? We've been like this close for some time now and you're gonna act dumb on it?" He tried to reach her waist but Sana pushed him away.
"I know what you're trying to say, but I never wanted it and I never even gave you the rights to touch me freely like as if you own me." Sana retorted, with a slight grunt on her voice.
"Oh you will be mine, soon. Are you really gonna keep being feisty against me? I'm liking it more, you know?" He stepped forward, prompting Sana to lean back which only led to her front body to purse closer. "Makes you look hotter to me."
"Stop being ridiculous, for fuck's sake, YN!" Sana kicked him in the shin causing him to groan almost in the pain before shutting his mouth to avoid Momo from waking up. "Momo is in love with you, have some shame please!"
She just walked away from YN, leaving him glaring on her annoyingly. "And can you just please leave me alone and get out of here now. You can visit Momo unnie again tomorrow or else I'll force you out by myself."
At the end of her recollection, Sana looked apologetically at Momo who felt pity for her cousin being harassed by the man she thought her intentions for love was nothing but pure behind her back.
"And I want you to believe her because... I-I fell in love for him too, unnie." Sana seethed the pain from her chest. "But I never liked what he's doing to me because I know he already has you, unnie. It's not right. And I always want you to be happy ever since we were kids, you know that. That's why when I learn that you got him first, I just let it aside even if it'll hurt me."
Momo cried harder, as the guilt and her sympathy for her cousin grew. "So please, listen to me unnie. Don't let him just do this on you."
All three of them became silent after Momo repeatedly spoke 'I'm sorry' for her cousin who chose to sacrifice letting go of her feelings for the man she loves in order to let the person she cherish the most in her life continue to experience the happiness she's getting from the same man she would've love to receive from.
Sana choosing her over you as the more important option was nothing for Momo to be infuriated about on her cousin who is loving the same man she loves also. She was rather acknowledged her decision more. She has now realized that not only her, but her cousin was also just got manipulated by his fake personality.
"So, what are you gonna do, Momo? Would you still remain your side linked on the man who is just using you for his own desire or you will listen to your cousin who cared far better for you than him?" Nayeon set the options for Momo to pick.
"If your purpose of coming to us was to get back on him for playing on our feelings..."
"... then we're joining you" Momo finished Sana's words. Nayeon encapsulated a satisfied smirk at their right response, which provided an additional inclusion to her revengeful accomplices against YN's toxic and unforgivable ways. "He has to regret messing on our feelings like it was nothing."
Meanwhile, you went to the ground floor of your building to retrieve a key from one of the rooms at the conceirge to access it after finishing your lunch.
You were about to head out of the building to look for some meal to feast when the figure of Jeongyeon looking at your direction as she sits at one of the chairs on the waiting area caught your sight.
"Jeongyeon, hey!" You greeted her, almost impressed at yourself for not being awkward already on meeting her, probably due to your reestablished connection with her as a friends through her initiation. "You're back."
However, he was rather surprised that Jeongyeon is wearing a sullen mood, her lips are pouting at his approach. "Hey."
"What's wrong? You look so down. Is there a problem?"
He then got hit by her bag as she glared madly at him. "You really forget about what we agreed on yesterday, don't you?"
"O-oh wait, no!" You denied, adding some hand gestures to emphasize your reaction. "Ofcourse I don't, how would I be?"
"Then why didn't you showed up?" Jeongyeon rolled her eyes. "You never changed. You really can't be tr-"
"Wait look, my girlfriend needed me more okay?" You stated your reason. Jeongyeon felt a pang on her chest at the mention of Tzuyu, dragging her mood even lower, as if it was unnecessary. "She needed me to take care of her because she didn't really feel good after leaving her work."
"Ahh... I see... okay. I understand." Jeongyeon faked a smile and nodded. "I mean, it's your girl. Her priority is more important than me who is nothing but on-"
"I was about to message you but I noticed that you blocked me in every contacts that we used to have." You added, stopping Jeongyeon from her drama. She paused and then realized her own mistake. "So I didn't get a chance to inform you, well thankfully you're here to let me to tell you personally."
"O-oh, is that so?" Jeongyeon said with a sheepish chuckle. "I-I'm sorry. I forgot to unblock you. I guess I also forgot on my part."
You just laughed and shook at how hilarious the coincidence that just occurred. "It's fine. But can you forgive me now too?"
Jeongyeon was about to speak but she sensed some bit of a hidden message there, creating some trouble within herself. She is compelled to say it but something is also pulling her back from doing it. Perhaps it's simply her tendency to overthink things, but there was a clear reason why the word he just spoke became sensitive to her as well.
She observed you again, and her face shifted to a bland demeanor when she had intepreted that it's still not for the one thing she's hoping to have from him. Jeongyeon guessed it'll take her more than that to qualify his sincerity for the casualties she had cost.
"Jeongyeon, you're alright?" You checked up on her as you noticed she got lost on her deep thoughts again.
Snapping out of her trances, she blinked rapidly and faced you again. "Y-yeah, I'm okay. You're going to eat right?"
"Yeah. It's my break now."
"Then I'm joining you, if you mind?"
You smiled at Jeongyeon's insist. "Sure. Let me pick some place for us."
After successfully visiting a restaurant, you and Jeongyeon ordered your foods and to your kindness, you persuaded that you'll be paying Jeongyeon's bill in which she declined at first but only ended up letting you as you also didn't allow her to reject your offer.
You two had a very comfortable and lively lunch, partnered with some engaging conversation about your recent happenings in life, while proceeding to exclude what happened to the two of you in the past.
In turn, you couldn't help but notice the strength and grace with which Jeongyeon had moved forward in her life. Her charming and alluring beauty that was used to hook your feelings on her, you couldn't deny that it never failed to do you so. It's starting to create statics of clips from some of your memories of her where your mood and your adoration for her gets uplifted simultaneously whenever you see this wonderful view of her.
In relief, the waiter distracted your reminiscence of Jeongyeon that is almost getting on your feelings again, passing the receipt of your ordered foods before you gave your payment.
Leaving the restaurant with Jeongyeon after finishing your lunch with her, you and her returned to your workplace. "Thanks for paying for my meal, YN."
"No problem, it's my way of catching up to you." You said. Jeongyeon appreciated the thoughtfulness.
"Well, I have to go now. I still have somewhere to go, I just came here to remind about our supposed meetup yesterday." Jeongyeon excused herself.
"Oh okay, be safe on the road Jeongyeon." You understand, nodding softly and smiling at her. "Goodbye and thanks for the time!"
"You too, YN." Jeongyeon waved her hand at you, but instead you returned the gesture by wrapping her around on your embrance, sending undescribable sensation tingling around her body.
"I-it's really good to have you back, Jeong.", you remarked about the redefinition of your relationship with her. Jeongyeon listened, her heart surprisingly softened as she heard the tenderness in his voice.
Now that you disappeared in front of her and entered the building again, that left Jeongyeon to be stunned once again at your heartful and cheerful action, she sighed deeply and clenched her fists at how tough it is again to resist the glimpse of your old being while knowing the bitter truth of it that you still haven't changed, leading yourself astray.
She watched your back distancing away from her, breathing gets heavier as a result of a familiar longing feeling increasing, having her saddened at your lunch that brings her back to that particular time in the past when she had her first date with you and those other numerous times you had to take her outside before, almost giving the same vibes in comparison.
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✴The Masterlist✴
A/N: This will be where I link all of my coming works so that they will be easier for readers to find. I hope you enjoy! If you have a drabble/MTL request, please send them to my inbox. It's always open! Happy reading!
✡A.C.E✡
Donghun
Seyoon ⁑ WOW
Junhee ⁑ Jun
Kim Byeongkwan
Yuchan ⁑ Chan
✡ATEEZ✡
Seonghwa
Hongjoong
Yunho
Yeosang
San
Mingi
Wooyoung
Jongho
✡BLACKPINK✡
Jisoo
Jennie
Rosé
Lisa
✡BTS✡
Namjoon ⁑ RM
refuge from the rain (f)
Jin
Yoongi ⁑ SUGA
Hoseok ⁑ j-hope
Jimin
Taehyung ⁑ V
Jungkook
Taking Your Relationship Public (A, F)
Your Brother's Best Friend (A, F)
✡MONSTA X✡
Shownu
Minhyuk
Escapades (M)
Kihyun
Hyungwon
Joohoney
I.M.
The Unsexiest Wedding Night Ever (F, M)
✡STRAY KIDS✡
Bang Chan
Minho ⁑ Lee Know
soup (f)
Changbin
Hyunjin
Jisung ⁑ Han
Felix
Seungmin
Jeongin ⁑ I.N
✡TWICE✡
Nayeon
Jeongyeon
Momo
Sana
Jihyo
Mina
Dahyun
Chaeyoung
Tzuyu
✡XEED✡
Doha
Hoyong ⁑ Roni
Seongyeob ⁑ Bao
Jaemin
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Invitation
Here is the fabled Dahyun piece. Sorry for the delay. Nothing too rough here. Please enjoy.
Length 1.6K
Dahyun x M reader
The cameras focused on Dahyun as she stepped out of her car. She would stop and pose a few times for the camera allowing for a good view of her hourglass figure. Eventually, she could make it inside and watch the fashion show. You had spotted her when she arrived but waited until the show began to make yourself known. Taking the open seat next to her, you take her attention off the models walking past. "Keep looking at the models." You remind her. "It's nice to see you again, Dahyun." You can see Dahyun's head twitch slightly as she struggles to keep her eyes on the runway.
"I thought you weren't going to come."
"Well, I had some free time, and a friend had to drop out last minute." The noise disguises your conversation, allowing you to talk freely. "Are you free after this?"
"I should be; I can make time for you anyway."
"Oh really?" You say with amusement in your voice.
"Always, after all, I feel such a rush. Doing it."
"You enjoy it that much?"
"I've been thinking about you since last time. I'm wet just talking to you." As you glance at her legs, you notice her rubbing them together as she continues. "So, where are you staying? Or are you going to come to my room?"
"I'll pass you a note after I come back; just keep the dress. I want to take it off myself." Dahyun's smile grows, and she stomps her feet with glee. You leave to write a note for Dahyun about where she should go after the show. Once you return, you drop the message in her bag and watch the models go by. Dahyun's smile remains the entire show as she waits for it to end. As it does, you say, "I'll see you there, Dahyun." You stand up and leave while Dahyun does any business she has left.
In your hotel room, you wait for Dahyun to arrive. Deciding to have a little fun, you hide away in the room. You watch as she enters, still wearing that black dress. She looks around. She walks toward the edge of the room and looks down at the passersby. From the tenth floor, everyone looked like ants. Dahyun continued to be distracted by the view; you came out of your hiding spot and got behind her. Putting your hands on her waist, you began to kiss her neck. Small coos escape her as she tries to turn around. "Just keep taking in the view, Dahyun." Moving up her body, you start fondling her breasts. You can feel her nipples poke through the dress as they harden. "Looks like you came prepared."
"Of course, I want to enjoy your company for as long as possible. That makes it easier." You start to undo her dress while pressing her against the window.
"Just imagine all those people watching you get fucked, Dahyun." She visibly shakes upon hearing that. "You love the idea, don't you? You want everyone to see the famous Kim Dahyun being fucked."
Dahyun's breath gets heavy as her dress falls to the floor. "I do."
"That’s what I thought. It's too bad we can't do that. After all, your career would crash and burn if you did." You slap Dahyun's ass and watch it jiggle. "Tell me what you want, Dahyun."
"I want you to fuck me…" she says, turning her head to look at you. You give her a quick kiss while you slide your cock between her thighs.
"Is that all you want, Dahyun? I'm hurt." She quickly turns her head back to the window.
"I-I'd also like to go out with you." Her stutter makes you smile as you thrust between her legs, rubbing her folds with your cock.
"You could say fuck me so easily, but you stutter with asking me out." You can't help but laugh before continuing, "That's so cute, Dahyun. If you have the time, we could go out together, but you'd need to get rid of your manager." Your hands slither up her back and grab onto her bare breasts. Dahyun groans as your warm hands replace the cool glass.
"I'll get rid of him. I'll do it. Just make me feel good now." At her insistence, you start to flick her nipples. Your fingers circle the small nubs before running across them and back. You feel your cock become slick as Dahyun's juices begin to coat it.
"Good, that's good, Dahyun." You nip at her neck, tempted to leave hickeys on her pale skin. "I'll give you what you want, Dahyun." Your right hand momentarily leaves Dahyun's breast to align your cock with her pussy. As you poke and prod at her entrance, Dahyun whines.
"Put it in. Please give me your cock." She begins to moan as she feels your cock slipping inside, spreading her apart. Her warm, slippery walls make you groan in pleasure; Dahyun was always so tight. "Yes…yes…yes," Dahyun chants in a low moan; she rests her head on your chest as you finish burying yourself inside her. You let Dahyun act as a cock warmer for a second, enjoying the feeling of her walls clamped down on your cock. Your hands leave her breasts as you grab onto her waist. You slowly pull your cock out and then slam yourself back in. Dahyun moans loudly as you pierce her.
"That’s it, Dahyun; let me know how good it feels." You moan as you pick up the pace. You watch as her soft ass jiggles each time your bodies come together. Dahyun continues to moan as you stir her insides with every thrust.
"Oh, it feels so good. I love feeling your cock inside me." You watch Dahyun's face as she says that and more. Her eyes are closed, her cheeks flush and turning her milky skin a light shade of red. Wanting to see more of her, you pull out and turn her around. "What are you doing?" She asks before you ram your cock back into her. You hold her thighs and move to her ass, lifting her. Dahyun clutches you tightly as gravity brings her down, forcing your cock deeper. "Oh, God!" She cries as you start bucking your hips. Dahyun rises and falls quickly, your cock slamming into her. You can feel her nails dig into your skin as Dahyun's moans grow louder and her walls begin to squeeze down on your cock. "I'm gonna cum…I'm cumming!" She screams. While she goes through the throes of ecstasy, you continue thrusting. You give Dahyun a hard strike on her bottom as she cums.
"That’s it, Dahyun, cum for me." You say before kissing her. Dahyun returns it with enthusiasm; you play with her tongue as she comes down from her high. She mumbles something while you do so. "What was that, Dahyun?"
"I want you to cum inside me. I can feel your cock throbbing." It was true you were getting close to your orgasm, and hearing Dahyun's invitation, you accepted it. You start to thrust into her like a piston; Dahyun wraps her legs around you as you get closer. Kissing Dahyun, you begin to unload inside her. Dahyun's eyes widen for a moment before closing as she enjoys your warm cum filling her. Her grip on you softens as you press her back against the window. You break the kiss when you feel empty, despite Dahyun trying to milk you for more. You lay Dahyun down on the bed and watch her chest rise and fall. Your cum flows out of her pussy. Dahyun doesn't rest for long, instead lifting herself up and kneeling on the floor. She grabs your cock and strokes it. "I want a taste here, too," she says while using your cock to trace her lips. She pops the head of your cock in her mouth, using her tongue to lick it clean.
"You got a lot better at this, Dahyun. Have you been practicing with someone else?" Dahyun shakes her head vigorously.
"No, I've bought a toy to use. I wanted to get better for you." She says while stroking your cock, covering her hand in cum and her nectar. Dahyun licks her hand clean before showing you she drank it all.
Patting her head, you praise her, "Such a good girl you are, Dahyun." She just smiles at you before going back to your cock. Dahyun's tongue works the underside of your cock while she bobs her head. You moan as she presses the head against the inside of her cheek.
"Guck, I'm going to cum if you keep this up, Dahyun." She looks up from her position to meet your eyes. As you look into hers, they tell you to cum down her throat. Dahyun struggles to hold herself to the base of your cock but stays as long as she can, hoping you cum at that moment. She begins to massage your balls, increasing your pleasure. You start thrusting your hips gently; Dahyun closes her eyes and lets you use her mouth. "Drink it all, Dahyun," you say as you move a little faster. You stuff Dahyun's mouth as you begin to give her a taste of what she wants. Greedily, she drinks all the cum you give her. Even after you've finished cumming, Dahyun continues to suck on your cock before eventually feeling satisfied. On shaky legs, Dahyun stands; you lift her and place her back on the bed.
"That was great, Dahyun." You say while panting.
"You were great; I'm so full." She says while rubbing her stomach. You sit beside Dahyun and pat her back.
"So, do you still want to go out, Dahyun?"
"I do." There's a brief pause, "I'll just have to get rid of my manager for a bit." Dahyun turns to face you, "can you hold me for a little bit?"
"Of course, Dahyun." You lay next to Dahyun and hold her close while she wraps her hands around you.
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MASTERLIST
Smut/One-shots/Coach Story will fill up every other day or so...
ALL TWICE
Twice x M Reader x Twice - Let’s Fuck The Night Away Part 1 SMUT
Twice x M Reader x Twice - Let’s Fuck The Night Away Part 2 SMUT
NAYEON
M Reader x Nayeon - Here? Now? SMUT
M Reader x Nayeon - Sitter (Part 1) SMUT
M Reader x Nayeon - Sitter (Part 2) SMUT
Nayeon x M Reader x Jihyo - Reunited (Part 1) SMUT
The Usual ONE-SHOT
Worth Fighting For (Part 1) ONESHOT
Worth Fighting For (Part 2) ONESHOT
Worth Fighting For (Part 3) ONE-SHOT
JEONGYEON
F Reader x Jeongyeon - Less Trick But Lots Of Treat SMUT
M Reader x Jeongyeon - Undressing Room SMUT
M Reader x Jeongyeon - Apology Accepted SMUT
M Reader x Jeongyeon x Chaeyoung - Hell In Heaven (Part 1) SMUT
M Reader x Jeongyeon - My Tsundere~ SMUT
My Angel ONESHOT
MOMO
M Reader x Momo - Forbidden Love Part 1 SMUT
M Reader x Momo - Forbidden Love Part 2 SMUT
M Reader x Momo - Forbidden Love Part 3 SMUT
M Reader x MISAMO - The Good Old Days SMUT
M Reader x Momo - To Protect & Serve SMUT
M Reader x Momo - Make the Most of Everything SMUT
SANA
M Reader x Sana - Trick or Treat SMUT
M Reader x MISAMO - The Good Old Days SMUT
M Reader x Sana - Yours Alone SMUT
M Reader x Sana - Irresistible Love SMUT
M Reader x Sana x Mina - A Sight to See (Part 1) SMUT
Tzuyu x Sana - Confidence SMUT
Sick Day ONE-SHOT
Sana x Dahyun - One Wish ONE-SHOT
Sana x M Reader x Mina - It Gets Better From Here On Out SMUT
JIHYO
Looking Out For You (Part 1) ONE-SHOT
Looking Out For You (Part 2) ONE-SHOT
Looking Out For You (Part 3) ONE-SHOT
M Reader x Jihyo - Late Shift Part 1 SMUT
M Reader x Jihyo - Late Shift Part 2 SMUT
Secret Admirer ONE-SHOT
M Reader x Jihyo - So Wrong Yet So Right~ SMUT
Nayeon x M Reader x Jihyo - Reunited (Part 1) SMUT
M Reader x Jihyo - To A New Life~ (Part 1) SMUT
Jihyo x Mina - Much Needed (1/2) SMUT
Jihyo x Mina - Much Needed (2/2) SMUT
MINA
M Reader x Mina - Everything Is Sweeter With You~ SMUT
M Reader x Mina - Beauty And The Beast SMUT
M Reader x MISAMO - The Good Old Days SMUT
M Reader x Dahyun x Mina - Forgetting The Past SMUT
M Reader x Sana x Mina - A Sight to See (Part 1) SMUT
Fem Reader x Mina - One V One SMUT
M Reader x Mina - Letting It All Out SMUT
Mina x M Reader x Sana - It Gets Better From Here On Out SMUT
Mina x Tzuyu - Merry Christmas SMUT
Jihyo x Mina - Much Needed (1/2) SMUT
Jihyo x Mina - Much Needed (2/2) SMUT
Blind Love (Part 1) Oneshot
Blind Love (Part 2) Oneshot
DAHYUN
M Reader x Dahyun - When Relaxing Turns Wild SMUT
M Reader x Dahyun x Mina - Forgetting The Past SMUT
Dahyun x M Reader x Tzuyu - Sticking Together SMUT
One Wish ONE-SHOT
Dahyun x Sana - One Wish ONE-SHOT
Promises (Part 1) ONE-SHOT
Promises (Part 2) ONE-SHOT
Promises (Part 3) ONE-SHOT
Promises (Part 4) ONE-SHOT
Promises (Finale) ONE-SHOT
CHAEYOUNG
Brave Enough ONE-SHOT
M Reader x Chaeyoung - A Little Pick Me Up~ SMUT
M Reader x Jeongyeon x Chaeyoung - Hell In Heaven (Part 1) SMUT
Getting Over It (Part 1) ONE-SHOT
Getting Over It (Part 2) ONE-SHOT
TZUYU
M Reader x Tzuyu - ToGeThEr FoReVeR Part 1 SMUT
M Reader x Tzuyu - tOgEtHeR fOrEvEr Part 2 SMUT
Tzuyu x Sana - Confidence SMUT
Tzuyu x M Reader x Dahyun - Sticking Together SMUT
Tzuyu x Mina - Merry Christmas SMUT
Worth Fighting For (Part 1) ONE-SHOT
Worth Fighting For (Part 2) ONE-SHOT
Worth Fighting For (Part 3) ONE-SHOT
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Rain
pairing: non idol!sunghoon x fem!art student!reader
genre: enemies to lovers / smut with plot / a dash of fluff at the end / college au
words: 9.7k (whoops)
rating: 18+ only!!! I'm watching you, minors 😡
warnings: non-idol!sunghoon, fem!reader, switch but dom-leaning!sunghoon, switch but sub-leaning!reader, brief mentions of divorce, alcohol consumption, very brief mention of food, y/n dislikes sunghoon for a good bit of this, bad language, dirty talk, mentions of school but all characters are in college, very intense making out, some grinding if you squint, dahyun is kind of a bad friend at one point, teasing, hate sex but not really, oral sex (m&f receiving), unprotected sex (just don't!!!), cowgirl, fancy missionary (I forgot the actual name lol), marking, breeding kink if you look at it upside down, multiple orgasms, body worship, spit kink if you read it while doing a cartwheel, aftercare, and I think that's it!
- also featuring dahyun of twice, mentions of wonyoung of ive, and sunoo, jay, jake, and heeseung of enhypen
a/n: I! love! park! sunghoon! this was lots of fun to write, I spent way too much time on it, lol. also, most of the idols featured are aged up or down solely so that they're all in college at the same time as y/n. for reference, they're all in the 21-22 age range! please like and/or reblog to show your support, I have a fancy medal with your name on it!!! -j
The day your life started to go downhill was the day you met Park Sunghoon.
Insufferable in every way, Sunghoon was the type of person people noticed when he walked into a room. His smile was addictive, his hair always seemed to fall perfectly over his forehead, and everyone laughed at his jokes. But your distaste for him went deeper than his charisma, of course.
It all began the summer after third grade. Your parents had been fighting again and you, tired of the noise, decided it would be better to wait it out on the curb in front of your house. You hastily wiped away each new tear that fell with the sleeve of your sweater, content to listen to the thunder booming in the distance and study the ladybug crawling across your shoe.
You’d only looked up when the sounds of bicycles speeding across cement interrupted your thoughts. A group of boys were approaching fast down the street, hooting and laughing at a joke you hadn’t heard. They were led by the one and only Park Sunghoon himself, the most popular nine year-old to ever walk the halls of your elementary school. All of your classmates seemed to know and admire him, and you were no exception.
The boys sped past you, hardly sparing a glance in your direction as they continued shouting between themselves. Sunghoon, however, screeched to a harsh stop directly in front of where you sat on the curb.
He examined you unabashedly, an odd look of interest on his face as his gaze lifted to your house behind you. The muffled sounds of your parents’ argument could be heard from the street. You felt a misplaced surge of embarrassment at the thought of Sunghoon knowing about your miserable home life, though you couldn’t begin to place why.
His eyes, an even warmer shade of brown in his youth, fell again to you. You hugged your knees to your chest and offered a small wave.
“Looks like rain.” He announced flatly. You nodded, aware that your confusion at his statement showed on your face. A particularly loud shout from your mother echoed from behind you and you grimaced. A new emotion that you couldn’t identify overtook Sunghoon’s face. “They should just get divorced already.”
You stiffened. “What?”
“Wouldn’t it be better?” He hedged, something like curiosity in his tone.
You swallowed thickly, immediately defensive. “Why would they? They love each other.” Another impassioned exclamation, from your father this time. “Or they used to.” You amended weakly.
“Love is for idiots.” Sunghoon gripped the handlebars of his bike, suddenly aware that his friends had already reached the end of your street. He tossed one last look in your direction, oblivious to the anger bubbling inside your chest. He looked like he wanted to say something else, but he only mumbled again, “Looks like rain.”
And then he was gone, taking off down the road faster than you could shout after him.
Perhaps your dislike for the boy had grown past reasonable levels as the years passed, but you couldn’t find it within yourself to see him the same way after that. In that moment, your already fragile child mind had needed a friend more than anything in the world. Maybe a little assurance that everything would work out. And instead, you’d gotten the boy you privately idolized telling you love wasn’t worth much of anything at all.
So, you’d stopped looking up when he walked into the room. You entertained your best friend Dahyun’s infatuation with him through middle and high school, just barely. You didn’t laugh at his jokes when you were near enough to hear them and inwardly groaned at the girls whispering about him in the halls. When he mentioned the birthmark beneath your left eye during a party freshman year of high school, you started covering it with makeup. You’d only stopped hiding it when you started sophomore year of college, solely because you decided you couldn’t be bothered anymore.
Basically everyone from your city went to the same university, a small campus in the center of downtown. And unfortunately, this included Sunghoon and his band of hooligans. Every now and then you’d pass him on campus, and while you tried your absolute hardest to ignore him, he didn’t always get the memo. On seemingly random days he would lean over, flash you a grin that exposed his unusually sharp canines, and casually say, “Looks like rain.”
To make matters worse, he was always right. Every single time, within minutes of Sunghoon speaking those three words, the sky would crack open and you would be forced to admit defeat, yet again.
“Hello? Anyone home in there?” Dahyun’s voice scared you from your thoughts. She poked your shoulder with a manicured fingernail, smiling apologetically when you yelped in pain.
You snapped back into the present, once again noticing the paintbrush in your hand and the mostly-blank canvas propped in front of you. There was red paint on the end of your brush—you’d been holding it for so long that it was beginning to dry.
“Sorry,” you muttered and deposited the paint in a random place on the canvas. “I zoned out, I guess.”
“If Mr. Bang catches you slacking he’ll make you stay after to clean up.” Dahyun said solemnly, flicking her long braid over a shoulder. “And that would be bad because…” She paused expectantly, obviously waiting for you to complete her sentence.
“Because… you’d miss me?”
Dahyun snorted. “Sunoo’s birthday party is tonight, asshole, but that too.”
Right. Sunoo. Birthday. You’d completely forgotten.
The invitations had been sent a few weeks ago, but you were so caught up with your modern art project that it had slipped your mind. The project that, of course, was none other than the empty white canvas sitting before you—now accompanied by an impulsive streak of red paint.
“It’s fine that you forgot,” Dahyun added a tasteful whorl of teal to the garden scene she was expertly painting. “As long as Sunoo doesn’t find out, of course. You know he’s been excited about this for months, right?”
You did. Sunoo was a mutual friend of you and Dahyun’s, too close to be considered an acquaintance but nowhere near the position the girl next to you held in your heart.
Sunoo was also a member of Sunghoon’s friend group, a fact which you determinedly decided to forget every time it crossed your mind. The boy seemed too good for that gaggle of boys, in your opinion, but he apparently saw something in them that you didn’t.
When you didn’t respond, Dahyun said, “I’m not letting you flake, by the way. I need someone there to get drunk with, otherwise I might just die of boredom.”
You didn’t bother arguing, you just nodded tightly. It would probably be fun, in all honesty—Sunoo would be elated at your presence, and drunk Dahyun was truly a sight to behold. So were you, for that matter, but it was a general rule of yours that you didn’t acknowledge your intoxicated alter ego while sober.
It didn’t matter that Sunghoon would most definitely be there. He was one of Sunoo’s best friends, so you could play nice for a night if you had to. You were an adult, after all.
You felt Dahyun’s eyes on you and you glanced over at her curiously. She was staring with a small smile on her face, her painting forgotten in front of her.
“Yes, fine, I’ll be there. I’m totally stealing that dress, though.” Dahyun knew which dress you spoke of. Black and short, a number that did wonders for your legs and ass. She pretended to pout for a moment, though you knew it was fake by the glimmer of excitement in her eyes.
“You’ve got a deal.”
Dahyun insisted that you arrive to the party fashionably late, which by her standards was over an hour after the time on the invitation. It made you a little anxious, but you were certainly used to it by now. At least it meant most people would already be too drunk to bother you.
You mounted the steps to Sunoo’s house at eight-fifteen, Dahyun hanging on your arm. You had barely finished ringing the doorbell when the front door swung open, revealing a pink-cheeked Sunoo, holding a solo cup in his hand and haloed by flashing colored lights further inside the house.
“Sunoo!” Dahyun detached from your arm and launched herself forward, pulling Sunoo towards her in what must have been a bone-crushing hug.
The boy cackled and returned her embrace with equal excitement. “You guys came! Come in, the guys were just about to start beer pong!”
Dahyun vanished through the door with a quick glance in your direction, urging you to follow. You gave Sunoo a quick hug and wished him happy birthday, genuinely pleased by the overjoyed smile on his face when you handed him an egregiously expensive bottle of whiskey. You’d managed to sneak it from your childhood home a few years ago during the chaos of your parents’ divorce, intending to save it for a special occasion, but an opportunity to drink it never came. Giving it to a freshly-minted 21 year-old seemed as good a reason as any to break the seal.
You were hit by a wall of music the second you stepped through the door. You weren’t familiar with the song but you liked its beat, enjoying the way the bass reverberated through your chest.
Sunoo’s house was really nice, especially for one rented by a group of college-age boys. It was certainly large enough to fit the hundred-and-something people he had invited. The music pounded from a sound system in the living room, portable LED lights set up around the house that rapidly flashed between colors. People were everywhere, almost all of them holding some drink or another in their hands as they laughed or danced.
You were a little surprised—this scene wasn’t usually Sunoo’s speed, but he seemed to be having the time of his life regardless. You spotted him standing in the kitchen, bouncing from foot to foot as he excitedly talked about something to his friends. You recognized them immediately—Jay and Jake, another two members of Sunghoon’s friend group.
Thankfully, you didn’t see your self-proclaimed nemesis among them.
This observation gave you the bravery to approach, a wide smile plastered onto your face. Dahyun pranced into the kitchen at the same time you did, twin bottles of fireball already clutched in her fists. She thrusted one into your face and shook it insistently.
“Drink!” She shouted over the music, her voice dripping with laughter. You echoed the sound, your chest warming at seeing your friend’s joy. She giggled as you took a bottle from her and tossed your head back, enjoying the burn as it went down.
You laughed as you handed the bottle back at last, a bit of fireball still coating your lips and dripping down your chin.
“You guys!” The sound of Jay’s voice drew your attention. “Down to play?” He gestured to the solo cups meticulously arranged on the kitchen island, already filled with what looked suspiciously like vodka.
You wrinkled your nose. “I thought beer pong was supposed to be played with beer.” You shouted back.
Someone clapped you on the shoulder—Heeseung, you saw when you turned. “Not if you play it the fun way.” Though he had leaned down so his lips were level with your ear, he still shouted to be heard over the music. His voice nearly deafened you.
You shook your head as Dahyun eagerly nodded hers, abandoning her bottles of fireball on the counter so she could take a ping pong ball from Jake. You groaned inwardly. Your silent pleas for Dahyun to meet your eyes were left unanswered as she took her stance on the opposite side of the island.
You sighed. “I’ll referee!” You announced to no one in particular. “Make sure you bastards don’t cheat.” The people gathered around the ‘court’ laughed and Jay signaled for the game to begin.
All of them except Heeseung, it seemed, were terrible at beer pong. You stood awkwardly by the sink for half of the first game, laughing along with the group as the fireball you’d recklessly chugged caught up to you. When you tired of standing, you braced your hands on the marble countertop behind you and hauled yourself on top of it, crossing your legs at the ankles in front of you. The heels you’d chosen to wear with Dahyun’s dress were incredible for everything except standing. Or walking. Okay, maybe they weren’t very practical.
By the end of the second game, you were genuinely enjoying yourself. You sipped at the mixed drink Sunoo had handed you a while ago, appreciating the coconut rum and Dahyun’s theatrics every time she scored.
Maybe parties like this weren’t so bad. It was certainly a relief not to be stressing over your unfinished painting, even if it was just for a few hours. Plus your body was thrumming with warmth from the alcohol—you felt carefree, physically as much as mentally.
“Having fun?”
You froze at the voice that spoke in your ear, perfectly clear despite the thunderous music. You knew who you would see when you followed the sound, but you couldn’t seem to help looking at him anyway.
Sunghoon was standing next to the counter you sat on, staring at you intensely as he waited for your response to his question. Like everyone else, he held a solo cup in his hand, though his cheeks didn’t hold the tell-tale drunken rosiness that you were sure marred your own.
I was, you thought to yourself.
“What changed?” He asked casually. How could you hear him so clearly over the music? You could barely hear your own thoughts.
You realized that you had voiced your gripe aloud. “Nothing,” you said quickly. “Doesn’t matter.”
Sunghoon glanced at his friends, still gathered around the kitchen island watching the game play out like it was the most riveting thing they’d ever seen. Jake did some sort of ridiculous spin move before throwing the ping pong ball like it was a basketball, missing the cups by at least a foot.
The boy next to you didn’t speak again, but you found your attention being drawn to him, anyway. Terrified of being caught, you slowly shifted your eyes from the game in front of you to where he stood at your side.
He looked good. Even you had to admit it, with no small stab of annoyance. Sunghoon was dressed in all black, a thick leather jacket pulled over his t-shirt and a chain attached to his waist. His hair—did it always look that soft?—was longer now than it had been last time you dared to look at him, falling over his forehead into his eyes. The strobing lights behind him, accompanied by the soft amber glow in the kitchen, highlighted the colors of him in a way that made it impossible to look away. Briefly, you foolishly wondered what it would be like to paint him.
Get a grip, you chided yourself.
“You’re staring.” Sunghoon didn’t look away from the beer pong game in front of you as he spoke. Your brain took a moment to process his words but, once you did, you jumped so hard that you nearly fell off the counter.
You huffed and tore your eyes away, your cheeks heating. “I was not.”
Sunghoon chuckled. “What would you call what you were doing, then?”
“Let’s call it plotting on your downfall.”
He didn’t laugh this time. The alcohol made you bold, but you were already sobering up. You determinedly ignored the strange twinge in your chest at the possibility that you’d hurt his feelings. Sunghoon was silent for so long that you began to hope he would walk away.
“Why are you always so determined to be in a bad mood when I’m around?” He said at last.
“Because I don’t like you.”
“What?”
You allowed yourself to look at him again. Sunghoon was already staring at you, his face unreadable. You laughed, but it sounded fake even to your own ears. “Are you upset there’s someone who doesn’t kiss the ground you walk on?”
His lips thinned. “I don’t want you to do that.”
“Good, because I won’t.”
“Nice to see you’re still meaner every day.”
“Why don’t you leave me alone, then?”
Sunghoon, to your immediate surprise, did no such thing. He braced a hand on the counter, so close to your hip that you could feel the heat coming off of him. You instinctively leaned backwards as he leaned forward. He was smiling softly now, just enough to tease the dimple in his cheek.
“I don’t think you mean that.”
“How would you know?” Why did you sound so breathless?
He ignored your question. “You look incredible, by the way.” His smile grew, just barely. Sunghoon’s eyes snagged on the hem of your dress where it had hiked up your thighs as you sat. Though you were basically sober again, you couldn’t seem to make your traitorous muscles obey when you commanded your arms to cover your bare legs.
His eyes rose to your face, stopping on the birthmark below your eye. “I’m glad you didn’t cover this.” His fingers, still braced on the counter beside you, flexed as if he were resisting the urge to touch it.
You lifted your hand to your cheek, hiding the mark from Sunghoon’s view.
What was happening to you? There was an unfamiliar tightness in your chest under the weight of his gaze, and a very familiar warmth in a part of you that had no business reacting to Park Sunghoon, of all people.
“Hoon!” The sound of Heeseung’s voice broke the trace you were caught in. Later, if you had the chance, you would kiss the boy on the mouth in thanks. “You playing or what?”
Sunghoon’s eyes didn’t leave your face as he called back, “Nah, man. Wonyoung asked if I would play wingman for a bit, so I’ll be off.”
You startled at the mention of Wonyoung, another person you’d gone to school with since childhood. You knew she and Sunghoon were close, and you’d always assumed they were involved romantically one way or another. Apparently not, if she had enlisted his help in setting her up with another guy.
Sunghoon tapped the counter with his fingers and offered you a cocky smile. He knew he had affected you, didn’t he? Asshole.
“See you later,” he said as he pushed off the counter. “Try not to miss me.”
You snorted softly at that. “You wish, Park.”
His eyes glittered and he opened his mouth like he meant to say something else, but he closed it again just as quickly. Sunghoon turned on his heel and strode away, immediately swallowed by the crowd of people in the living room.
You released a shaky breath the moment he was out of your eyeline.
What the hell was that?
“Seriously, you left?” You pinched the bridge of your nose between your thumb and forefinger, unable to hide the frustration in your voice. Dahyun had been out of your sight for all of five minutes and you’d lost her. When she finally decided to pick up the phone, she had informed you that she, Heeseung, Jake, and Sunoo were currently waiting for a table at IHOP.
“I tried to find you, but the guys were already leaving and I didn’t want to be left behind…”
You switched your phone from one ear to the other, pacing the front lawn. “And you didn’t think to ask if I wanted to come?”
To Dahyun’s credit, there was genuine regret in her voice when she said, “I’m really sorry, I wasn’t thinking. If it helps, I set you up with a ride home since you’ve been drinking.”
There was no point in telling her you were sober—that you had been since your conversation with Sunghoon earlier.
“Fine, fine. What poor soul did you scare into driving me home?”
“That would be me.”
Your entire body locked.
No way. This wasn’t possible. It was some sort of cosmic joke and God was laughing at his television as he shoved popcorn into his mouth.
Dahyun was still speaking, but you weren’t listening to her anymore as you slowly turned.
And there he was. Again. Park Sunghoon, looking just as annoyingly perfect as he did a couple hours ago.
“Yeah, yeah—thanks, Dahyun.” You and Sunghoon stared at one another as you mumbled into the phone. “Yes, I’ll forgive you. Probably. Okay, bye.”
Your hand holding your phone fell limply to your side.
Sunghoon spoke before you could. “Before you ask, no, I haven’t been drinking. Ready to go?”
You nodded, taking only a second to shout silent curses at the night sky before following after him.
Sunghoon’s car was nice, and thankfully the inside was uncharacteristically clean for a boy in college as you slid into the passenger seat. It also smelled overwhelmingly like his cologne—sweet and crisp and very uniquely him.
You put your address into the navigation without speaking, hyperaware of how close together your bodies were inside the car. This was the second time in probably your entire life that you’d been this close to Sunghoon, the first one being earlier tonight.
The drive was the most painfully awkward experience you’d ever been forced into. Neither of you said a word, and Sunghoon gripped the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles turned white with the strain.
You were still a mile from your apartment complex when Sunghoon went and ruined everything.
He leaned forward, looking up through the windshield rather than at the street ahead. “Looks like rain,” he commented softly.
Your words were out of your mouth before his statement even finished sounding. “Let me out of the car.” He threw an incredulous glance in your direction. “Now,Park.”
His expression hardened into a glare. “What?”
“Stop the car.”
He slammed on the brakes so hard that the only thing that kept you from knocking into the dash was the seatbelt across your chest. You were unbuckled and out of the car before it was at a full stop. You strode into the night, walking as swiftly as your legs could carry you.
“Hey! What the hell?” In your periphery, Sunghoon’s car was moving at a crawl next to the sidewalk, easily keeping pace with you as you attempted to put distance between yourself and him. For the second time tonight, you cursed the four-inch heels you’d chosen to wear.
“I can walk the rest of the way,” you said without looking at him. “Go home, you’re off the hook.”
“Get back in the car, you—”
To your dismay, a clap of thunder boomed directly overhead. And not even ten seconds later, the sky opened up.
Yeah, God was definitely laughing at your expense today.
“Look, I’ll tell Dahyun that you dropped me off at the front door like a perfect gentleman. I’ll even say you gave me a kiss goodnight, if that would make you feel better—”
Sunghoon’s car screeched to a stop. Over the sound of rain, you heard his door open and slam closed, and suddenly his long fingers closed around your wrist. He tugged you around to face him with enough force that you nearly collided with his chest.
“What is wrong with you?” He shouted over the storm. He’d been out of the car for mere seconds and was already soaked. The rain plastered his hair to his face and neck, thick streams of water glistening on his skin. You likely looked very much the same, but you hardly noticed as you glared up at Sunghoon’s face.
“I’m not getting back in the car! Just leave me alone—”
“What is your problem? What on earth did I do to make you hate me so much?”
“I don’t know, okay?” You shot back, tearing your wrist from his grip. Though you were no longer touching him, you still felt the heat of his skin like a brand. “You just—I can’t stand—ugh!”
You attempted to turn again, intent on leaving the boy standing there shivering in the rain. But Sunghoon caught your waist this time, rotating you as he pulled you backwards—
And then his mouth was on yours.
Your brain short-circuited. For what felt like an eternity, you just stood there—eyes open, lips pressed together while the rain assaulted both of you.
This close, you could see stray raindrops that caught in his eyelashes before falling onto his cheeks. He tasted like spearmint. One of his hands cupped the back of your neck and pulled you into the kiss, urging you to respond.
You melted. Your eyes fluttered closed and you brought your arms up to rest on his shoulders, letting your fingers tangle into his hair. Sunghoon’s hands gripped your hipbones hard enough to bruise, but you didn’t mind in the slightest as he pulled your body flush against his.
His tongue pushed into your mouth and you met him stroke for stroke, battling for dominance. The kiss was wet with your mixing saliva and rain, a collision of lips and teeth and tongues.
You tugged harshly at the roots of his hair, viciously pleased by the groan that rumbled deep in his throat. He leaned forward, forcing you to arch your back as his hands moved downward. Sunghoon’s hands found your ass, massaging and kneading with enough pressure to make your knees weak.
You could barely breathe. Not that you cared. Between the rainfall and Sunghoon’s demanding mouth sliding against yours, you couldn’t seem to get enough oxygen to your brain.
Despite it being well into spring, the rain was freezing. Chills covered your arms and legs, and you were shivering with cold as much as desire.
And you did.
Desire him.
You thought it was insane, but it was true. Nothing felt like kissing Park Sunghoon, and you couldn’t believe you had waited this long to try it.
He pulled you impossibly closer than you already were, and all of your attention zeroed in on the hard length you felt pushing into your lower stomach. Unable to help yourself, you forced a hand between your bodies and palmed him through his jeans, needing to feel him. You needed to touch him more than you needed to breathe.
Slickness pooled between your legs at Sunghoon’s responding moan into your mouth.
But without warning, Sunghoon wrenched himself away from you.
When you finally managed to open your eyes, your head fuzzy with lust, Sunghoon was standing a few paces away. Your chests heaved as you looked at one another, and you had a feeling that if either of you made one wrong move you would be sucked into the frenzy again.
You didn’t understand the look on Sunghoon’s face. You hardly understood your own cacophony of thoughts that barreled through your mind.
Without a word, Sunghoon turned away. It was like he couldn’t get away from you fast enough as he strode into the street and got back in his car. You could do nothing but stand there and watch, dumbfounded.
Then he was gone. And you were alone in the rain.
“You did what?”
You groaned and buried your head in your hands, attempting to disappear into your couch.
“I know,” you lamented into the phone pressed between your cheek and shoulder. “I seriously don’t even know how we got there.”
“And he just left you in the rain? Right before the good part?” Dahyun dramatically gasped. There was music filtering over from her end of the line, along with sounds of her feet hitting the treadmill. You didn’t mind that she was at the gym, you were just incredibly grateful that she’d answered your call at all.
“Yeah.” You groaned again and resisted the urge to kick something. “God, I hate him.”
“Obviously you don’t.”
“Well I did.”
Some of the ambient gym noise lessened as Dahyun switched from her earbuds to her regular phone speaker. “So what now? You had a super-hot make out session in the rain last night, but what’s your plan from here?”
“There is no plan. I’m just gonna pretend it never happened.”
“Boooring,” Dahyun booed and you bit back a smile. “I say you jump his bones.”
“You seem to forget that he’s the one who ran away, not me. Honestly if he hadn’t I probably would have gone through with…well, whatever we were building up to.”
You were grateful he had changed his mind, even if his abrupt departure had hurt your feelings more than you liked to admit. More than that, your pride had taken a hit. What did you do wrong?
“Listen, the guy has been crushing on you since elementary school, so I—”
You shot upright on the couch. “What did you say?”
“Which part? That I think you should bone him—”
“No, no.” You took a deep breath. “Park Sunghoon has been crushing on me since elementary school?”
Dahyun paused like she was genuinely surprised. “Well, yeah. Everyone knows it, but… apparently you don’t?”
“Dahyun, surely you know that that’s ridiculous.” You breathed. Your chest felt tight and you couldn’t figure out why. There was a beat of silence on the other line, accompanied by light tapping like your friend was typing something. “Dahyun.” You urged.
“I’m almost ninety-nine percent positive that I’ve told you this before and you brushed me off. I always thought it was because you liked him, too, so I didn’t push it.”
“You thought that I… liked him?”
Puzzle pieces clicked together so resolutely that you could almost see them in front of you. You’d read plenty of books where people’s attraction manifested as anger, but it never occurred to you that you could be one of those people. It was completely ridiculous to even entertain the idea.
“Look, I’m going to tell you something and you’re going to be mad, but you have to trust that I’m doing what’s best for you, okay?”
Your heart leapt nervously. “Okay…?”
“I might have lied and said that I live in your apartment, but I forgot something there that I urgently need and my roommate will let him in to get it.”
You sprang to your feet. “Let who in?”
“Sunghoon will be there in, like, thirty minutes. I am begging you to get laid—”
Anyone outside might of thought you were in a soap opera for how dramatically you stumbled back against the couch.
“Dahyun, what? You invited Park Sunghoon over to my place—”
“It’s for the best—”
“I live in a one-bedroom! He’ll immediately know you were lying!”
“That’s my problem, not yours.” Dahyun paused patiently while you took a moment to panic. “Listen to my advice, babe. Just go with it. Aren’t you tired of being angry?”
That brought you up short.
Aren’t you tired of being angry?
You half-shrieked a goodbye to your (soon to be former) best friend and launched into action, hastily tidying your apartment.
It was six o’clock at night, almost dark outside, and it was safe to say you were not expecting visitors. You had just gotten out of the shower ten minutes ago and there were dirty dishes in your sink; paint and its related tools were scattered across the living room, your now half-finished art project acting as a makeshift table for the takeout you’d ordered for lunch.
You cursed Dahyun with everything you had, but there was a strange fluttering sensation in your chest that you couldn’t bring yourself to acknowledge.
Aren’t you tired of being angry?
A part of you was pleased by the undiluted shock that crossed Sunghoon’s face when you opened the door.
It was six-thirty on the dot and, as promised, here he was.
You’d managed to transform your apartment from heinous to decent, but it left little time for you to attend to yourself. You were still in pajama pants and an egregiously large sweater, your wet hair hanging limply around your face.
“You… live here?” Sunghoon asked uncertainly.
You forced yourself to nod. “Yeah.”
“Oh.”
You stood in awkward silence for a moment, unsure how to proceed. Did he want to come in? What were you supposed to say?
Sunghoon took a breath and composed himself, the confusion in his face smoothing away. “Care if I come in?” He asked.
You opened the door wider and stepped aside. “Be my guest.”
A wave of his cologne passed over you as he stepped into your apartment. You watched in silence as he looked around, noting your half-painted canvas you’d propped against the wall and the oil diffuser on the coffee table. After what felt like an eternity, he glanced back at you over his shoulder.
“Dahyun said…” Sunghoon trailed off. His eyes widened, just barely, and you knew that he had finally noticed the single door to your bedroom—along with the lack of a second. He squinted at you accusingly. “She doesn’t live here, does she?”
You chuckled nervously. “No, she doesn’t.” Your shoulders slumped and you sighed. “Look, she somehow got it into her head that—”
“Did you tell her about us?”
“What?” You wrinkled your nose. “There isn’t an us, Park.”
“You know what I mean.”
You did. In all honestly, your response had been a weak attempt at deflecting his question. You had never lied to spare his feelings before—why start now?
“Yeah, I did. She’s my best friend, of course I told her.”
To your surprise, Sunghoon didn’t look angry at this. He inclined a head towards one shoulder, intrigued. “Why?”
“Well… I don’t know. But she did have something interesting to say about it.”
Maybe you imagined the way Sunghoon stiffened, but you doubted it.
“What did she say?” His voice pitched a bit lower and you tittered uneasily again. When you didn’t immediately answer, Sunghoon approached where you stood. You stepped back on instinct, but all your effort to get away did was allow him to corner you against the wall. He stopped when there was less than a foot between you, his hands tucked deep into his jacket pockets as he stared down at your face.
“Nothing, really. Just that you’ve, uh, had a crush…on me…since we were kids.” You hated how small your voice sounded. You wanted to challenge him—push his buttons like you usually did, but you couldn’t seem to find the bravery after your conversation with Dahyun.
“Is that so?” He raised an eyebrow, and at last there was a tiny spark of indignation in your chest.
“Yes.”
Sunghoon leaned forward and you nearly knocked your head against the wall as you pressed yourself further against it. He bent at the waist until his face was level with yours and his cool, spearmint-scented breath blew across your face.
Was he going to kiss you again?
He began to close the distance between you, his eyes barely open as he watched your reaction through his eyelashes. And of course, your traitorous body made your eyelids begin to flutter closed. Your lips tingled in anticipation, remembering the taste and feel of him from the night before.
There was a rush of cool air as Sunghoon abruptly backed away. When you opened your eyes and glared at him, there was a smug expression on his face. Like he had won.
“That’s interesting.” He stepped towards your front door. “Well, considering that Dahyun lied, I’ll be off.” His hand closed around the doorknob and, frozen in your shock, you made no move to stop him.
Sunghoon had just cracked the door open when you dropped back into your body. You moved before your mind could catch up—by the time it did, you were standing with your front almost pressed into Sunghoon’s side, your hand flat on the door where you had pushed it closed.
He looked down at you again, a hint of shock shining through the cracks in his cocky expression.
“You don’t get to do that,” you hissed. “You don’t get to play with my emotions and just walk away.”
“I don’t?” He retorted. He turned until he was facing you head-on, a muscle ticking in his jaw. “It sucks, doesn’t it? It’s what you’ve been putting me through for years.”
“I didn’t know, okay?”
“You were so caught up in hating me for no reason that you probably didn’t have time.”
“I have my reasons, Park.”
Your eyes kept snagging on that ridiculous fluttering in his cheek as he clenched his teeth. You were frustrating him. Good.
“So? Why am I here?” He challenged roughly. “What Dahyun told you was not her secret to tell, but she did. Why?”
You didn’t know. You didn’t know what you wanted. Sure, you could admit in the deepest, darkest parts of yourself that you were attracted to Park Sunghoon, but any more than that? You were drowning in ambiguity here.
He was waiting for you to answer. With every second that passed, there was a little more doubt that crawled into his eyes. A little more hope, too.
“You know what? I can’t do this.” You managed to take a step away, but he immediately followed. If anything, there was even less space between you now. “Stop liking me. I didn’t know before, I don’t see how anything has to change now that I do.”
Sunghoon’s eyes guttered, and you hated the way your heart fell.
“Fine.” He bit out. His hands clenched into fists as he at last stepped away, allowing you room to take a full breath. “Have it your way.”
Sunghoon moved again to take hold of the doorknob while you stood uselessly against the wall, but he paused before his fingers could make contact. You held your breath, waiting in anxious silence while he took several deep breaths. Whatever he was debating, you wished he would just come to a conclusion and leave. You felt an acute, unwelcome urge to cry.
He turned again with agonizing slowness, and when he looked at you, a weight on your chest inexplicably eased.
“Fuck it,” he breathed.
And when he closed the distance between you in two long strides, when he took your face between his hands and pressed his mouth to yours, you kissed him back.
God, did you kiss him back.
You allowed him to push you up against the wall, using your hands on his waist for support. Your mouth parted for him instantly and his tongue swept in, teasing and tasting your own. Sunghoon’s hands dropped to your waist, then your thighs. You yelped as his fingers dug into the pillowy skin there and he hiked your legs up around his waist. You weren’t even touching the ground anymore, completely supported by his hold and the wall, but you didn’t mind in the slightest.
This position allowed your clothed core to press flush against his hips, and you whimpered at the evidence of his arousal already straining through his pants. He groaned into your mouth as you ground yourself onto him, needing to feel him more, closer, harder.
“God, I hate you sometimes,” he mumbled between kisses. Sunghoon bit your lower lip hard and sucked to the point of pain. You responded by raking your fingernails across his shoulders and up into his hair. It was softer than you remembered, unbearably soft, as it tumbled through your fingers.
His mouth left yours so he could suck harsh marks onto your neck, your collarbone, your shoulder. “You’re mean—” another open-mouthed kiss to your throat “—you’re always so cruel—” he pulled back so he could admire the smattering of bruises he’d left across your skin and he moaned “—you’re so sexy.”
Your arms tightened their hold around his neck when he pulled you off the wall without warning, no doubt intending to carry you to the bedroom. Your stomach flipped, as much was anticipation as nerves.
He all but threw you onto your bed, standing over you imposingly as you propped yourself onto your elbows. Sunghoon just stared at you for several moments, his eyes raking over every part your body. You squirmed, a little uncomfortable at being so…seen.
“Well?” You hedged, surprised at the raw edge to your voice. “What are you going to do, Park?”
His face hardened again and, despite yourself, you clenched.
Sunghoon lowered himself and crawled up your body with predatory intent, taking his time to kiss your calves, your thighs, the bare skin of your stomach where your sweater had hitched up.
You sighed deeply and threaded your fingers into his hair again, apparently addicted to the feel of it. He looked up at you through his eyelashes and kissed the front of your pajama pants.
“Can we take these off?” He breathed.
You allowed a tiny nod, waiting with bated breath as he undid the tie and hooked his fingers beneath your underwear. He pulled both items of clothing down at the same time and you flinched at the cool air that made contact with your too-warm core.
Your eyes closed, you waited for Sunghoon to touch you. The pressure between your legs was nearly unbearable now. When he didn’t, you cracked open an eye to find him staring at your slickness with an unreadable expression on his face.
“Sunghoon,” you said gently, brushing his hair from his eyes. He looked up in shock at the sound of his name, and you realized too late that it was the first time you’d called him anything other than Park.
His gaze fell between your legs again, and at last two of his fingers dragged down your center. You jumped hard at the sudden contact, unable to contain the quiet gasp that dragged through your lips.
“I’ve been waiting a long time for this.” Sunghoon said, so close to your aching pussy that you felt his hot breath wash over you.
And when his mouth finally closed over your clit, you believed him.
Sunghoon’s tongue immediately found the spot you needed him, dragging expert figure-eights over the bundle of nerves. He moved downward, his tongue thrusting gently into your entrance while his nose bumped your clit.
You moaned out loud this time, the sound coming from deep within your chest. Your legs nearly closed around his head and he pressed his hands hard against your thighs to hold them against the mattress.
He groaned into you, the vibrations ricocheting up your spine. You tugged at the roots of his hair, stroked his head, squeezed his hands still on your thighs—anything you could do to touch him, to show him how good he made you feel, you did it.
Your hips began to shake and your back arched, the tightness in your core contracting to the point of pain. You were so close, so close—
Sunghoon removed one of his hands from your thigh so he could drag his fingers through your slick. He looked up at you, his eyes heavy-lidded and dark with lust.
“Look at me, baby,” he urged softly. His voice was impossibly deep, rougher than you had ever heard it. You did as you were told, forcing your eyes to stay on his as he softly bit his lip and positioned his fingers at your entrance.
When he spit on you, you thought you were going to pass out.
But then his fingers pushed in and you couldn’t keep your eyes open any longer. They fluttered shut as Sunghoon curled his fingers inside you and your hips involuntarily jerked off the bed.
He thrust in and out at an angle, hitting that spot inside you with ease as you rose toward your orgasm.
“Oh my god, oh my god—”you rambled on, pressing your head and shoulders into the mattress as you chased your high. “Please, please, please—” Your walls were clenching hard around Sunghoon’s fingers and he worried in the back of his mind that he would come in his pants.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me, just like that—”
Sunghoon sucked harshly on your clit again, and you were gone. Your lips parted as your breath caught—even your blood seemed to stop pumping in your veins as your orgasm barreled through you. Your walls pulsed, more of your slickness escaping onto Sunghoon’s fingers that still worked gently in and out of you.
And when you finally started to come down, you felt Sunghoon press a kiss to the inside of your thigh. You opened your eyes and shuddered as he placed his fingers between those beautiful lips, sucking every drop of you off of them.
He groaned around his fingers and you almost came again.
Sunghoon placed his hand back on your thigh and smiled up at you. “You taste even better than I hoped you would.” You released a shaky breath, still a little lightheaded.
You mastered yourself and smiled back, hoping the intention behind it manifested the way you wanted it to. Based off the nervous glint that crept into Sunghoon’s eyes, it did.
You sat up and took his chin in your hand, pressing an intentionally soft kiss to his mouth. He tasted like spearmint and you, and you thought for one careless moment that there was no boy more perfect in the world than this one.
He allowed you to pull him up onto the bed, rolling him so you were poised over his body. Your knees on either side of his waist, you arched your back as you removed your shirt, appreciating the noise that escaped him when he saw your breasts.
Almost like he couldn’t help himself, he reached up to roll one of your nipples between his fingers. You moaned softly but grabbed his wrist, forcing him to stop.
You smiled at the look of confusion on his face and began to move down his body. “My turn.” You tapped his belly in a silent request to remove his shirt, which he hastily obeyed. Your eyes widened at the sight of his naked torso; he was far more toned than you expected, and you couldn’t help but trail open-mouthed kisses across his chest and abs.
His breaths turned into quiet, short gasps when your mouth reached the strip of skin just above his pants. You raised your eyes in question and Sunghoon nodded once, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth with enough force that you could see his dimples.
You unbuttoned his pants slowly, taking your time pulling those down first, then his underwear. Your mouth dried when his achingly hard cock sprang free, the tip glistening with precum and bloodred. If there was ever a doubt in your mind about how much he wanted you, it was gone now.
He was bigger than you anticipated. You couldn’t wait to feel him inside you—you needed to feel the burn of that stretch more than anything else.
His hips thrusted slowly into the open air, seeking nonexistent friction. You took a moment to admire him, enjoying the sight of his cock just as much as the desperate expression that contorted his face the longer you waited. You pressed more kisses to his soft thighs, his knees, his hips. His cock twitched.
How attempting to kill one another through kisses alone had turned into this, you had no idea.
You had just begun another pass over his hipbone with your mouth when his hand suddenly fisted in your hair, roughly tugging your head back to look at him. His eyes flashed, that cocky expression back on his face, and you were instantly soaked again.
“Enough,” Sunghoon hissed. “You want my cock?” You nodded feverishly and he leaned back on his elbows again. “Then take it.”
You didn’t need any more encouragement than that.
Your lips wrapped around the head of his cock quickly enough that he didn’t have time to prepare for it. Sunghoon’s resulting moan was like music to your ears and he unintentionally thrusted up into your mouth.
The taste of him was addicting. You recklessly sought more of it as you took him further into your mouth, stopping only when he hit the back of your throat. You gagged and Sunghoon’s hands threaded into your hair, pulling it into a makeshift ponytail at the nape of your neck and using it to guide your movements.
You took everything he gave you. You breathed deeply through your nose and willed your throat to relax, pride rushing through you when he slipped further in than before. Sunghoon moaned, the sound cutting off into grunts as he rolled his hips into your throat.
“Oh my god—yes, yes, just like that—” His words abruptly cut off into a sharp gasp when you swallowed around his length. You looked up at his face through your eyelashes, appreciating the light sheen of sweat on his forehead and the dart of his tongue over his bottom lip as you brought him closer to orgasm.
You were clenching around nothing, over and over again. The painful tightness between your legs was back, begging to be eased by the perfect cock in your mouth.
You lifted off of him with a wet pop and Sunghoon’s eyes snapped open again. There was desperation in his eyes, desperation for you, and you drank it like fine wine.
“Why…why did you stop, please, I was so close—” Sunghoon moaned when you dragged your tongue from base to tip, his hips jutting upward again.
You climbed up his body, allowing his cock to drag between your breasts and against your stomach as you went. There were goosebumps all over him, pebbling his perfect skin. You took one of his earlobes between your teeth, allowing your warm breath to fan across his straining throat.
“I want you to come inside me, not before.” You whispered. Sunghoon stiffened and you pulled back to look at his face. There was shock in his expression, but…that was awe, too. Admiration.
Your heart twinged, and you wondered again how you’d so swiftly gone from hating him to, well, this.
He wasted no time helping you line up the head of his cock with your entrance. Soft hisses left both of you as he pushed in, and in, and in. He sat up so your chests were pressed together, his hands gripping your ass.
Oh, the initial stretch was delicious. Better than you’d imagined, if that were even possible. His head fell against your chest as you began to move, setting a steady pace as you lifted your hips off of him and dropped back down.
“You feel so good…” he murmured, taking one of your breasts into his mouth and sucking relentlessly at the nipple. “God, you’re so tight—”
You moaned as he hit your g-spot over and over again, his length more than perfect to reach it as his girth stretched you out.
You moved faster now, rapidly impaling yourself on his cock in an effort to reach your high. You groaned and let your upper half fall backwards, bracing your hands on either side of his knees as you rode him.
Sunghoon gripped your hips when you began to tire, lifting and dropping you at a pace that had you panting.
“Sunghoon, oh my god—fuck, ah—” you moaned. He whimpered at his name falling from your lips and you were possessed by the idea of hearing the sound again. You said his name again, and again, and again, each of the responding sounds he made making you clench around him.
“Fuck, don’t do that baby, you’re gonna make me come too soon.”
It didn’t matter. You couldn’t control it, anyway, and you both were already too close to bother slowing now.
Without warning, Sunghoon’s arm slung low around your back and he flipped you so you were beneath him. How he managed to do it without removing himself from you, you had no idea, but you didn’t care to dwell on it.
Looking at him from this angle felt very different from before. His face was shadowed as he stared down at you, his mouth quirked into a small smile.
Sunghoon placed your ankles on either side of his head and—oh god, he felt so much deeper in this position. Your hands clawed uselessly at the sheets as he began to thrust into you again at a brutal pace.
There wasn’t a single thought in your head save the feel of his cock pounding into you, the head bumping your swollen g-spot on every stroke. You were a mess for him—your hair tangled, sweat coating both of your bodies, your face pinched with pleasure as he forced you to the brink of orgasm once again.
“Please, Hoon, make me cum, pleasepleaseplease—” You had no idea what you were begging for. An orgasm? Your life? Your sanity?
“Fuck, baby, say it again.”
You knew what he meant. “Hoon—Hoon, I’ll do anything—”
Sunghoon’s thrusts grew sloppy, more erratic, and you knew he was close. His forehead fell against yours, one of your hands coming up to cup the back of his neck as he frantically kissed you again. Once his lips had thoroughly abused your mouth, they moved to the birthmark beneath your eye, planting indulgent kisses onto it, too.
It was the sensation of Sunghoon’s cock pulsing inside you that finally threw you over the edge again. You clenched hard enough to draw a groan from his throat, and he stilled momentarily between your walls as he filled you in repeated, thick spurts. Euphoria shattered through you in waves, so intense you could barely breathe around it.
He rocked his hips against yours, gentler now, to work you both through your highs. There was only the sounds of your breathing and the feeling of his skin on yours. You would do anything for that feeling to last forever.
At last, you were both spent. Sunghoon eased himself from your body and you momentarily mourned the sensation of being full.
It was harder to look at him now. He wasn’t just Park anymore—you had each brought the other to orgasm and your relationship, for better or worse, would be forever changed.
Sunghoon said nothing as he rose from your bed and tugged on his underwear, then disappeared into your attached bathroom. The sink faucet turned on and you heard what sounded suspiciously like Sunghoon rummaging through your cabinets. When he emerged again, it was with a damp towel and baby wipes in hand.
He cleaned you slowly, tenderly, only pausing to push his release back into you with a finger. You stiffened, whimpering a little at the overstimulation, and he smiled apologetically.
“Sorry—couldn’t help myself.”
You shrugged and looked away again while he continued to run the warm cloth over your skin. It was warm. He’d taken the time to let the water run until it was a comfortable temperature. Your chest was painfully tight again and you were struck once more with the insane urge to cry.
“Hey, look at me,” he said softly. His fingers grasped your chin so he could pull your face toward him. His eyebrows furrowed with worry at the expression on your face. “What’s wrong?”
You shook your head, a tight ball forming in your throat. “I’ve been…so cruel to you.” You choked out. “You said it yourself.”
Sunghoon smiled, his face filling with a sort of gentle affection that broke your heart. He reached up to tuck your sex-tangled hair behind each of your ears while he thought of what to say.
“Looks like rain.”
You startled a bit, confused. You glanced out your bedroom window to see a cloudless, starry night sky. “What?” You questioned.
Sunghoon’s smile turned sheepish, faint color rising in his cheeks. “It’s what I said to you every day I wasn’t brave enough to tell you how I felt. How I still feel.” Your heart burst in your chest as you were struck with memories of each time he had randomly leaned over to tell you about the weather. In class, outside on campus, as children, as adults—it didn’t matter. He’d found an opportunity to tell you every time he could. Sunghoon laughed to himself and continued, “It got to the point that checking the weather was a part of my morning routine. If they forecasted rain, I knew it would be a good day.”
“Why?” Your voice broke in the middle of the word, but you didn’t care.
“Because it meant I’d have an excuse to talk to you. Just for a moment, even if you were cruel, you would look at me.” His thumb caressed your cheek. “And trust me, no one looks at me the way you do. It’s what’s kept me coming back. So every day I couldn’t tell you that I liked you, I told you about the rain instead.”
You laughed weakly as the first tear fell. You wiped it away hastily as Sunghoon crawled onto the bed next to you, allowing you to tug on your sweater again before pulling you against his chest.
He was warm and solid and smelled incredible—like spearmint and his cologne and a little like you. He pressed one last kiss to the top of your head and turned off your bedside lamp.
Within minutes, his breathing deepened. Still a bit too wired to fall asleep, you counted his even breaths and wondered again how you had gotten here. How you’d ever managed to hate him in the first place.
You nestled further into his chest, your heart strangely thumping when his arms instinctively tightened around you.
“Looks like rain.” You murmured.
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—make it right. (m)
⟶ pairing: jungkook x reader
⟶ genre: punk!jungkook / band au / exes-to-lovers au / angst / smut
⟶ words: 11,528
⟶ rating: 18+
⟶ summary: you’re wholeheartedly, madly in love with jungkook and yet you shouldn’t be because it’s been almost a year since you broke up with him. worst part of it all is that you know he’s still in love with you too
⟶ warnings: jungkook has a tongue piercing, oral sex because of said tongue piercing (fem!recieving), more tattooed and long haired jungkook to feed my fantasies, angsty pining clingy sex, also just general soft sex, crying sex lol, riding, creampie, slight praise kink themes, unprotected sex
⟶ disclaimer: here’s my one year blog anniversary present inspired by the first ever fic i posted on here! yes this is technically a sequel to melomaniac but not really. sort of like an alternate universe to the alternate universe but you don’t really have to read one or the other to understand the other. so, i hope you enjoy!
⟶ this is part of the melodrama tour series!
You swear you’re over Jungkook.
In fact, you would even go so far as to say you hate him ━ but you know that’s not true. It’s just that it’s much easier to believe that if you tell yourself you hate him enough times, then maybe you’ll find a way to fix your broken heart, and the pain in his absence won’t hurt so bad.
As it turns out, it hardly works.
Seven months since he had left you to travel the world with his band, basking in promised eternal glory and fame and money, and yet even miles and oceans away from where you stand, he’s all you can think about. There’s a myriad of reasons as to why trying to forget him was an useless endeavour. The hardships of trying to forget a cherished life-long friendship you had grown accustomed to was one of them, and those lingering happy moments you had shared with him as lovers however fleeting they may be was another. But then there was the ever present fact that Jungkook and his band were so quick to rise to fame, their names far exceeding the seemingly cramped and small city you had both reigned from, and suddenly the boy you had known forever, and everything special that makes him, was now being shared to hundreds of millions of adoring fans.
You were certain it was all Jungkook ever wanted, the added attention and the pretty girls fawning over him, because he had always been a casanova in many ways despite always promising you that you were the only one for him even before you had started dating. You had told him it wouldn’t work ━ I trust you as my best friend, you had said in a moment of despair, grasping at straws. I don’t have to worry about you breaking my heart. But I don’t know if I can trust you as my boyfriend ━ far before he and his band had been signed to their record label and paraded around the world, when they were still practicing in rented storage units and friends’ garages and rundown local studios, playing gigs anywhere and everywhere from dingy bars to college campus parties, supporting him every step of the way if only because he was your best friend, and he had been so persistent that it would work, chasing after you even when you tried to push him away. I would treat you right, he had urged so ardently late one drunken night after stumbling back to his apartment. I already practically worship the ground you walk on.
And how could you ━ who had already been so madly in love with him but scared of him breaking your heart, scared of losing him, scared of this happening ━ ever resist him? He made love seem so easy, and maybe that’s because it was when you were with him. But now, he was no longer yours; now, he was the world’s, and you were nothing but a mere hazy fragmented memory in his mind, long forgotten, watching from the side of the stage much like you always had from the very start of it all.
“Hey, isn’t this that band?” Jihyo’s voice bursts through your wandering trail of thoughts.
It takes you a moment to recollect yourself, finding yourself not in the arms of an ex-lover or stuck in a bygone time of months past, but in the cosy and amiable café nearest your campus and frequented by a plethora of your fellow peers. You’re fortunate to find that your other group mates have also become sidetracked, trailing far from the assignment you were all supposed to be working on. Dahyun is perched beside you, chin nestled in the palm of her hand and elbow propped on the table as she scrolls aimlessly through her phone; Jihyo and Taeyong were sat across from you, gossiping fervently about some mutual friend of theirs. You hadn’t known the pair long enough to know much about them or the tragic affair of whoever Mina is for accepting her cheating boyfriend back for the second time, and, likewise, they seem oblivious to your own self-wallowing once you realize what’s caught Jihyo’s sudden attention.
You hear his voice first.
It’s easy to discern, even after all this time and even amongst the muffled chatter and clanking of porcelain and cutlery of those seated around you. The sweet, velvety lull of Jungkook singing throughout the café from the overhead speakers, pretty upbeat melodies and synths mixed with wistful words making up the song he had written for you before he left, before the fame and fans, as a way of telling you how he truly felt about you. It feels like a dream, and maybe that’s because it is, bringing you instantly to another time, and another world. You still remember him showing you the unfinished song for the very first time, curled up next to him in his living room, listening to him serenade you to sleep, humming in places where he hadn’t formed the words yet, strumming along with his acoustic. It was yours and his until he showed the world almost a year ago on their very first show at the Seoul Olympic Stadium in front of thousands of people, as a final desperate act of proclaiming his love for you after a disastrous attempt at a first date that he had begged from you. Just one, he pleaded. To prove it to you that I can be a good boyfriend. And if things don’t work out, we can pretend it never happened and just go back to being us. That’s a promise.
At the time, you had treasured the song. It was beautiful in every way, his love transcending his words and enveloping your heart in pure warmth.
Now, you hate it.
It’s the third time you’ve heard the song that day. Despite avoiding it as best as you could, it seems to find a way to make itself known in your daily life like the nagging nuisance it is. Because fate seemed to enjoy its sadistic behaviour of having the song be one of the main reasons Jungkook and his band had skyrocketed to fame in such a short span of time and, suddenly, Jungkook disappearing from your life meant little when his voice remained as a constant reminder of what could have been, what couldn’t have been, and what fell apart at the already fragile seams. And what was a proclamation of love to you turned into nothing but a fabled tale of lovers. You wonder if people who hear it ever think about where they’ve gone, or who they’ve turned into, or if their love was made to last. You wonder, above all else, if people ever think about it at all.
“Beyond the Scene, right?” Taeyong asks. He seems just as animated to be discussing the song as Jungkook’s voice fades into Jimin’s.
“God, I love this song. It’s so dreamy,” Jihyo lets out a longing sigh as she slumps against her seat. “Y’know, I’m seeing them this Friday. It’s their first time being back in, like, five months.”
“Dude, I’ve been trying to get tickets to see them for months now!” Taeyong gaps incredulously. “How’d you score them?”
“A friend of a friend knows the guy who plays keys,” Jihyo says. “The cute mysterious one.”
“Yoongi, right?”
“Yeah━”
As the pair dive into a passionate discussion about the boys and their first full-length album released under their recently-signed-to label from Columbia Records, you shift uncomfortably in your seat. Dahyun almost immediately straightens up, eyes flickering from the pair to you and back again. You’re both fortunate she’s there, having known your past with Jungkook, and despise it a little more, wondering what her pitying gaze must mean.
“Hey, Dahyun. Y/N.” Taeyong’s voice grabs your attention now. “What do you think of these guys? Didn’t some of them used to go to this school?”
“Yeah, I had a few classes with their drummer.” Dahyun waves her hand airly, swiftly brushing over the fact that she did far more than have a “few classes” with any of the boys but was also one of their closest friends. “I think they’re great━” She glances sideways at you one more time. “Hey, maybe we should get back to the assignment now━”
“I had a class with their lead guitarist, Jungkook, last year,” Jihyo continues, her excitement getting the best of her as Dahyun’s voice drowns out in the foreground.
“No way!” This dubious exclamation comes from Taeyong.
“I tried talking to him once but he totally blew me off,” Jihyo says. “Which is fine, because he’s still hot. If I had known he was gonna be a famous rockstar, I’d have tried asking him out a second time━”
Suddenly, you feel sick.
It’s odd to hear two strangers discuss Jungkook’s life while you’re seated across from them, as if you’re nothing more than an outsider to whoever Jungkook has become now. But you can’t stand it anymore. You’re certain you look insane to them when you push your seat back abruptly, the metal legs screeching against the floor as you stand.
“Whoa, what’s wrong━?” Taeyong starts to ask but you’re gone before he can finish the question, murmuring a half-hearted excuse about how you forgot you needed to be somewhere.
You’ve rounded on your heel and have fled from the café before anyone can try to stop you, with nothing but Jungkook’s mellifluous voice fading in the distance as he croons aloud for you in a time long since passed.
You don’t care. Besides, you’re sure Dahyun will cover for you.
The worst part of it all? The dreadful realization that sinks into your mind, and into your heart, beckons the question: who’s to say you aren’t a stranger now to Jungkook’s life altogether?
“So, what are you trying to say?”
You remember the moment so clearly despite wanting nothing more than to forget it all, and the pain associated with it. Because even from then you knew you would always be in love with Jungkook, but you couldn’t have him. It’s hard to remember whose fault it is this time that caused the sudden fight, though random little arguments had been a frequent occurrence nearing the end of your one year relationship more often than not. You hate blaming it all on him, because you were certain you were at fault too. Maybe a little bit wary at times, a little selfish, wanting him all to yourself. Even though you knew he has an obligation to the world, it still hurt when he started making promises he couldn’t keep, blowing you off for soundchecks, or spontaneous interviews, or record label meetings. More and more you could feel the both of you drifting apart, maybe without even meaning for it to happen.
It was just that Jungkook was destined for a lifetime of greatness, and you were starting to think that meant without you.
You had stopped him late one night after he had stumbled home from his and the band’s nightly studio sessions as they worked through recording their debut album as a signed band. Lately, it seemed as if that was all that Jungkook cared about, and while you knew the band meant the world to him and you would always support him in his endeavour, you couldn’t help but feel lesser in comparison. That, and you hated seeing the boy overwork himself to the point of near exhaustion every night if only because their label was so adamant about having the album finished before the month ended.
“You want to, what? Break up?” Jungkook asked, this time more incredulously and less dumbfounded as he had initially been. He didn’t believe you just yet, but you couldn’t exactly tell what he was thinking anymore at that point.
“I just figured we could use some time apart,” You had suggested awkwardly. “Just a break.”
He had let out a breathless, disbelieving laugh. “Y/N, this is insane.”
You flinched. You remember having to look away, refusing to meet his suddenly sorrowful look. “Is it, Jungkook? I mean… Look at us. We’re falling apart. It was bound to happen eventually. We tried to make it work but maybe we’re on different paths now.”
“But I love you,” Jungkook gasped, exasperated. “Where is this coming from?”
“And I don’t want to have to tie you down for the rest of your life,” You continued on stubbornly, “or make you think you owe me your whole life just because you said you fell in love with me when you were thirteen━”
This seemed to catch Jungkook’s attention. He grew rigid in front of you, a look of wary agony contorting his face. “Is that what this is then? You don’t love me anymore?”
You didn’t respond immediately, instead the dread of the night seemed to finally catch up with you and you had grimaced. You had loved him even then, but the thought of voicing it aloud when you were supposed to be breaking up with him didn’t feel right. The tears began to swell in your throat and blur your vision. Jungkook must have noticed, because he always seems to spot the small things about you that even you miss. Almost instantly, the sour look on his face softened and his gaze turned helpless, with those big puppy-dog eyes that you’ve always been too fond of. He closed the distance between you at once, warm hands grabbing at your own.
“You do.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement. He knew you were still in love with him ━ or maybe he’d just been hopeful. “I know you do. So then why are you breaking up with me?”
He let go of one of your hands to reach up to your face, calloused fingers gentle and soft against your cheek as they brushed away a rogue tear you hadn’t realized had fallen from your lashes. For a moment, you had let yourself get carried away. You leaned into the comforting heat and touch of his palm as he cradled your face.
“Don’t━” You choked out after a moment of silence, hating when your voice splintered into a sob. “Don’t touch me. Please, Jungkook. You’re only going to make this harder.”
His hands sprang away from your face almost at once, as if he had just been burnt by scalding fire. He wanted nothing more than to reach out and pull you into his arms but he had refrained the urge somehow, miraculously. So, instead, he grit his teeth and clenched his hands into fists as his arms fell limp at his sides.
“Then don’t do this. Don’t walk away,” Jungkook pleaded desperately. “I don’t understand. If you love me still, why are you making this harder for yourself?”
“Because what if that’s all we have in common anymore?” You asked wretchedly. “We care about each other. We always will. But you’re focused on the band, and this is my last year of school. Maybe we just need time to focus on ourselves.”
Jungkook blinked once. Twice. His stare was suddenly devoid of any emotion as he gawked at you, but you could tell that he was hurting. It was there in the fluttering of nerves in his jaw; there, in the way his lips pulled taut into a thin line; there, in the way even you could see his eyes begin to shimmer with wet tears that he unabashedly displays without trying to wipe away.
“So that’s it?” he asked. “After everything we’ve been through. You’re just gonna end it, like that? Y/N, come on━”
His hands had found purchase on your waist, and you had lingered for a moment too long; then, fumbling, he tried to grab delicately at your face, probing you to look at him. But you couldn’t. The moment you met his wounded gaze, you shook your head furiously. You had slithered out of his grasp, slipping through the seams of his fingers just like that.
“I━” You paused. “This isn’t some spur of the moment decision, Jungkook. How can you not see it? I’ve felt so alone these past few months. It’s like you’re here but not entirely. Your mind is always somewhere else, always thinking about the band and never about us.”
“What am I supposed to do?” he had asked hotly. “The band is my everything.”
“And what am I?” You asked. The question only mildly offended you, a shot right to your heart. Because if the band was his everything, what were you in comparison? “A distraction until you get everything you want? I can’t keep being that.”
“No!” he protested. “You’re not a distraction. You’re━” He stopped himself short, brows furrowing. “You can’t keep pinning this all on me. You just don’t trust me, do you? You never did. Always thinking I’m with some other girl when I’m not with you━”
“That’s not true,” You admonished.
“Isn’t it?” Jungkook retaliated.
“I don’t want to hear it,” You had said at once. Your tone was final, a decisive ending to your argument with him. “My mind’s already been made up, Jungkook. I don’t think we should see each other again until we sort all this out ━ or, until you sort out whatever your priorities are.”
Jungkook’s stare had hardened, a frown deeply etching into his face. He had straightened up then, perplexed and upset with your standoffish demeanour, as if thinking this surely meant nothing to you. But little did he know this would become one of the hardest decisions you would have to make.
“Fine,” he said rigidly. “If that’s how it is, then I’m gone. You’ll never have to see me again.”
You hadn’t known at the time just how terribly you had messed up ━ neither had Jungkook. He had left before you could stop him, or before either of you could change your minds. Because nothing’s worse than a broken heart, blinded by stubborn and defensive rage. Accusatory fingers and blaming him or you wouldn’t heal the wounds that had already formed, and ending things seemed to only make it worse, months of lonely heartache without Jungkook to further prove just that…
The last time you spoke to Jungkook, you told him you never wanted to see him again ━ or, at least, that seems to be how he interpreted it.
Now, you were standing in the midst of his domain, surrounded by everyone in his public sphere of friends and colleagues and acquaintances, and there was certainly no way of escaping him.
You were starting to think you’re losing mind, because you’d truly have to be insane to have worked up the nerve to agree to go with Dahyun to a party being held celebrating the band’s recent tremendous success and headlining their first world tour. Their manager, Jin, had personally reached out to you and Dahyun, calling you as a means of asking you to attend, though you had given him a timid and dismissive response at first. If it hadn’t been for Dahyun purposely and almost quite literally dragging you out under the premise that “even if you don’t want to see Jungkook, you at least owe it to the boys to go,” you don’t think you’d even be here. But while you didn’t know where you stood with Jungkook anymore, that didn’t mean you weren’t still proud of him or the rest of the boys. It just became harder to bask in their success with them when you had gone from knowing every detail of their lives, of Jungkook’s life, to knowing only what you could hear from gossiping fans around you, or plastered in tabloids, or all over any form of social media.
The party is held at some sort of fancy lavish restaurant, the entire back room rented out by the band’s record label and management, and is filled with dozens of people you don’t know. Fortunately, you and Dahyun aren’t left alone for very long, as an elated Jin and Jimin, the appointed lead singer, bustle their way through the crowd to you almost as soon as you arrive, leaving very little time for you to feel so awkward that you consider running away again. Jimin, in all his spritely and extravagant blue haired disposition, wastes no time in engulfing you both in a comforting hug as if months hadn’t passed since you’ve last seen them.
“Glad you guys could make it!” Jin smiles from over Jimin’s shoulder.
“It’s been forever,” Jimin affirms.
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Dahyun says. “I’m surprised you guys didn’t forget about us, considering you’re big rockstars now.”
“Rockstar is a bit of an overstatement.” An effortlessly charming smirk unfurls on Jimin’s face, which seems to immediately dazzle Dahyun. “Besides, we could never forget you. Hey, come with me to find the guys. I think we could all use some time to catch up━”
He places his hand on the small of Dahyun’s back as he guides her away, leaving you with Jin. A moment of silence passes, in which time you can feel the boy’s eyes lingering on you.
“He knows you’re coming tonight, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Jin says carefully, treading over his words lightly. It’s too painfully obvious who he’s talking about, though you’re fortunate he doesn’t bother mentioning Jungkook’s name anyway. “There’s no point in hiding. I think you should talk to him.”
“I━” You trail off uselessly, your voice croaking. Fearing an imminent breakdown, you shake your head. Then, holding your chin a little higher, Jin’s startled to hear you pretend as if he hadn’t said anything. “It really is good to see you guys again. If you’ll excuse me, I think I need a drink.”
And you’re gone once more before he can say anything else. On your lonesome, you find refuge at the bar, though you only order water because you’re certain you won’t be able to stomach anything stronger. You don’t know how long you spend there, blankly staring at a spot on the wall as your mind wanders everywhere and yet nowhere at all until━
“Y/N?”
There it is again. The familiar sound of his voice, only this time it’s much more attainable, closer to your world and not elsewhere so high in the clouds like a hopeful dream. You brace yourself before turning to face him.
This close, Jungkook looks breathtakingly and painfully beautiful.
As always, he’s adorned in all black, the first few buttons of the silky blouse he’s wearing left undone so that it teases the exposed flesh of his collarbones and the rose tattoo that inks his chest, the thorny stems crawling up the side of his neck just below his ear, accompanied by a pair of leather pants. He’s the same as ever. The same imperfect tattoos that decorate his fingers and arms that you’ve always loved, the same ring-clad fingers painted a chipped black, the same hoop accentuating his button nose. His hair is still his natural dark ebony color (something he’s seemed to stick with much more as of late despite dyeing it wild colours throughout his past), only it’s a little longer than you last remembered, and the sides of his head are shaved in the form of an undercut. You’re foolishly surprised to find he still looks the same, but almost a year away from someone can both change nothing and yet everything all at once.
“Jungkook…” You want to say something more, but your words fall short.
It’s hard to tell if he’s angry or upset at seeing you there, but you don’t think he’s either, and you have an inkling of a thought that he purposely sought you out amongst the many faces. Instead, he looks hesitant, apprehensive, as if dreading how you’ll respond to see him. As if you’ll yell at him, push him away. You do neither, fortunately.
Just when the dense silence starts to become almost unbearable, Jungkook clears his throat. “I━ Wow… You look great.”
You blink once, a flustered blush warming your face that you hope he doesn’t notice. “Oh. Thank you. You do, too.”
His eyes flicker over your presence as he nods absentmindedly. Then, he’s offering you a pretty smile, soft and sweet in nature. No malice, or ill-intent. “Um━ How have you been?”
You hate this. You hate the awkward pauses, the prolonged periods of silence. A year ago, even despite knowingly pining for one another, your moments alone with Jungkook were never so terrible. He always found a way to say something cheekily flirtatious even when you were just friends, if only because he knew it would make you blush and giggle because, no matter how many times you would roll your eyes or nudge his sides, he also knew you secretly loved it. All the inside jokes, the milestones shared together, the ardent fleeting touches ━ where did it all go? And while you were both noticeably trying to maintain the peace and pleasantry between one another, it didn’t feel the same. It felt forced, fake. Distracted.
“I’ve been good,” You lie. “How about you? Actually, don’t answer that━” You let out a breathless chuckle. “You’ve clearly been doing amazing. I mean, your album, and your world tour. And tomorrow you’ve got a big day with the hometown show. I heard it sold out in the first ten minutes.”
“Something like that,” Jungkook says modestly. “It’s been kind of crazy. Namjoon says it’s good, but I miss━ I just miss a lot of how it used to be. The slow pace. I dunno. The quick burn up is quick to burn out, right?”
“Maybe,” You admit. “But I think you’ve all got it in you. You’ve worked so hard for this moment. Enjoy it while you’re in it. You deserve it, Jungkook.”
His stare softens as it meets yours. “Thanks.”
Another beat of silence passes. He looks as if he’s warring with himself, as if he’s fighting the urge to say something more, gnawing at his lower lip, brows knitting together.
“Yo, Jeon!” A foreign voice from amongst the crowd beckons aloud abruptly for the boy.
Jungkook glances over his shoulder swiftly in search of the source, then waves his hand as if to motion he’ll be there later. Then, he turns back to you. “Sorry about that.”
“It’s okay. I won’t keep you,” You say. “I know you’re busy.”
“But━” He stops himself, his jaw clamping shut. Changing his mind, he decides to ask hopefully, “Will you be at the show tomorrow?”
“Of course.” The affirmation seems to relieve him, even though it’s a spontaneous decision made by you on the spot. Before this moment, you hadn’t been so sure you could go.
“Promise?”
You can’t help but shake your head, a chuckle slipping past your lips at the innocent boyish question he asks. “Yes, Jungkook.”
His smile widens a little more, however sheepish it may be. “Then can you promise me one more thing?”
“What?” You quirk a brow, intrigued to say the least.
“Will you drop by the hotel we’re staying at tomorrow morning, so I can take you out for a coffee? Just to catch up. It’s been a while,” he says timidly. Then, feeling a little stupid for being so bold, scrambles to explain himself. “And no pressure if you don’t want to. I just thought━”
You can’t possibly say no. Not when it comes to Jungkook, all your past struggles seemingly vanishing without a trace. “I’d like that a lot, Jungkook.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
Then he’s positively beaming, his self-indulgent grin making your own heart flutter in your chest. When he leaves your side that night, you find yourself looking forward to the future perhaps a little too optimistically. But how terrible could grabbing coffee with your ex be, if you had survived the first wretched encounter?
So, in the morning when you wake, there’s not a stutter in your step or a wavering flicker of your confidence as you make your way to the Four Seasons hotel Jungkook had told you to from the night before. In fact, a selfish part of you almost thinks that maybe things will start to look up. That maybe you and Jungkook can finally make amends. That maybe you never had a reason to fear Jungkook breaking your heart if he made such an effort to heal it.
The hotel itself is one of the most luxurious ones in Seoul, a considerable contrast from when the boys were slumming it on friends’ couches and in their run-down van touring the country. The room Jungkook tells you to meet him at is one of the hotel’s grand suites, located on the higher levels of the building. But as soon as you reach the landing and have begun making your way towards the designated door, it flings open and a pretty girl comes stumbling out. She’s giggling at something that has just happened inside, her hair a dishevelled mess which she ruffles up in an attempt to fix it. She’s adorned in a pretty little dress, the skirt of which is hiked a little higher up and one strap falling down her shoulder, as she clings her shoes and bag to her chest. She smiles at you on the way past, though she’s too far gone in her own little daze that you wonder if she even notices you at all.
But you certainly notice her, and, all at once, your reverie of him and what could be comes crashing to the ground once more.
Maybe you should have stayed, should have waited for Jungkook to let him explain, but you were too afraid to hear an answer you weren’t looking for. You try desperately not to imagine Jungkook loving someone else. You try not to think about him holding her the same way he held you, his lips finding purchase on some other girl. But by trying to avoid the thought, it beckons the unwarranted memories of how it felt to be loved all over by him once upon a time. You wonder how many girls he’s hooked up with in your time apart, and the overwhelming sense of regret washes over you.
You don’t bother to wait. You know fleeing is the easiest option rather than facing your fear, but you’re far too timid of rejection again. Instead, even before you can approach Jungkook’s hotel room and knock on the door, you turn on your heels and run.
You’re long gone by the time Jungkook comes to the door, prying it open in search of you on a whim. When he doesn’t see you, he glances up and down the hallway but to no avail. Namjoon comes slinking past inside then in his own disoriented haze, having just woken up from moments ago when the girl he had taken back to their room the night before left. Even then, Jungkook had warned the rhythm guitarist against bringing the girl back, pointing out the fact that they had much to do today ahead of their concert. Namjoon had promised it wouldn’t be long, that she would be gone in the morning, and Jungkook was fortunate enough that the suite had two separate bedrooms on the opposite ends of one another so that Jungkook didn’t have to hear whatever it was the pair were doing in the other.
“Did Mina leave?” Namjoon asks through a yawn, digging the heels of his palms into his tired eyes. When Jungkook nods, a sliver of a reminiscent smug grin tugs at Namjoon’s lips. “You missed out, Jungkook.”
The cheeky quip is met with a roll of Jungkook’s eyes. “I’m sure I’ll survive. You know I’m not like that.”
Like that━ As in midnight hook-ups and cheap thrills alike. He tried it once, far ago when you had first broken up with him, on a drunken spur of a moment as a way of healing the anguish in his heart. It hadn’t worked then; he assumed it would never work.
Namjoon seems to understand this immediately. He gives Jungkook a look that the boy doesn’t notice. “Well… is Y/N here yet?”
“No. But I’m sure she’ll be here,” Jungkook grimaces. He hopes. “Something probably came up.”
Namjoon clasps a reassuring hand on Jungkook’s shoulder, humming aloud, “Good luck, dude.”
But you never arrive, even though Jungkook waits for most of the morning, nervous eyes flickering to the door at every commotion outside, running to check only to see room service delivering breakfast or concierge showing guests to their rooms. He has no choice but to give up on the thought of you coming when Jin knocks on their door, prompting the boys to get a start on their day. Interviews and soundcheck await, but how could he possibly go on with his life without knowing what happened to you?
Which is why you stay on his mind for the rest of the day, distracting him in every aspect, mixing up his words when he’s in the midst of his interview, tripping up on stage as the boys set up and begin to rehearse. As the hours wane down to just an hour before the show, the thought of performing in front of thousands of fans starts to make him nervous and he doesn’t know why. He’s done this countless times before, almost nightly during the tour, so what stops him now? Of course he knows the answer, had grown all too accustomed to the feeling the first few months in which the break up had been so recent. It would always be about you.
But just before the show starts, Jungkook is making his way backstage from the greenroom, where the band had been waiting, to the stage. Fiddling with his in-ear piece, he almost doesn’t notice you and Dahyun weaving your way through the roadies and sound tech, being guided by Jin to the pit on the side of the stage where only family and friends are allowed. You don’t see him, and there’s a split moment where he thinks he should just let you go, until he doesn’t.
As he makes his way to you, the tour manager for the band intervenes part way, shouting out to the boy. “Where are you going? We’re on in five, Jungkook!”
“Yeah, I’ll be right back━” He waves the manager off as politely as he can, wasting no time to chase after you. He calls out your name, though it drowns out in the sound of the music being blasted through the speakers of the arena and the screaming fans. “Y/N, wait up!”
He’s relieved when he sees you stop in your tracks, turning to face him as Dahyun and Jin become lost in the chaos of the backstage. He comes to stand just before you, smiling breathlessly at you, unaware of the way your shoulders tense at the sight of him.
“You didn’t show up this morning,” he says as a way of greeting, his voice a curious prob. “What happened?”
You try desperately not to get lost in his big beautiful eyes, laced with such hope. Instead, you fold your arms over your chest, looking away. “Something came up.”
It’s then that Jungkook senses something is wrong. You’re upset with him, though he can’t tell why. Aside from the obvious rift in your relationship that had initially split you two up, you had been so pleasant to see him the night before. But he doesn’t give up just yet. “Well… you’re here now.”
You meet his gaze with your own hardened one. “For the boys.”
A shot right to his heart almost makes Jungkook gasp for air. He flinches, and then his stare softens, and you wish he wouldn’t look at you like that, out of fear that you might just relapse into his arms.
“What’s wrong?” He closes the distance between the two of you. He wants nothing more than to reach out and touch you, but refrains with much difficulty. There’s dozens of things that could be wrong, and he braces himself for your retaliation. “You didn’t want to come, did you?”
When you don’t respond, but also don’t stray from his side, Jungkook hurries to speak again if only to fill the tense silence.
“Look, last night… Maybe it was just me, but last night seemed like things were okay,” he says. “Was I wrong to feel that way?”
“Jungkook…”
“Please, just let me know,” he begs. “Because you’re all I can think about these days, it’s driving me crazy. And I don’t know what’s going on, but the reason I wanted to see you this morning was because I hate how things ended between us, and I wanted to tell you…” He swallows nervously as he trails off uncertainly. “I wanted to tell you that I’m still in love with you. And I can’t get you out of my head. These months away from you made me realize that I━”
Suddenly, you’re shaking your head and he knows you don’t believe him. As soon as the words leave his mouth, he regrets saying it, if only because they seem to enliven you. Now, you push yourself away from the boy. “I’m not doing this right now. You’re not doing this right now.”
As if to further your point, the band’s tour manager can be heard calling out frantically for the boy. “Two minutes, Jungkook!”
But Jungkook is hardly paying attention now, instead solely focused on you. “Please, Y/N━”
“No, you don’t get to say that to me,” You admonish hotly. You can’t bite the words back, no matter how hard you try. “You don’t love me. You think you love me, but you don’t.”
His jaw clenches, and his brows furrow into a frustrated stare. “I do.”
“You don’t.”
“Yes, I do.”
“Stop.” The harsh word makes Jungkook clamp his mouth shut. You shake your head furiously, but you know it’s only to distract yourself so that you don’t let the tears fall. “You’re being selfish, Jungkook. You don’t get to take all of me, love all of me, and leave, only to come back months later and pretend you’re still in love with me. And whatever this━” You gesture vaguely between the two of you, “is, or was, doesn’t exist anymore. We both need to stop pretending otherwise.”
Jungkook winces, eyes tinged with pain. “You don’t mean that.”
You don’t respond. Elsewhere, his tour manager starts to grow impatient, scolding the boy aloud, “Jungkook, we’re gonna be late. Hurry up!”
“Yeah, I’ll be there!” Jungkook calls back, irritated. Maybe he is being selfish. He’s wasting precious time by not leaving, all the hard work that the crew put into tonight’s show, and the fans awaiting his and the band’s arrival. He can still hear the crowd, this time their buzzing voices amalgamating into unanimous chanting muffled by the walls that sounds akin to the band’s name.
“You should go,” You say now. “Don’t wanna disappoint them.”
But he’d throw it all away for you if you told him to. He promised you that even before he had left for tour, before the band had been signed. Had you forgotten? Because he surely hadn’t.
“Y/N…”
“Good luck out there.”
Then, you’re gone before Jungkook can even make a move to stop you ━ but even if he did, what could he do to make you stay? The feat seemed impossible, and you always seem to find a way to slip from his grasp no matter what he does. Only this time he has no choice but to let you go, out of fear of being berated further by his tour manager or angering the boys so much to the point where he gets kicked out of the band.
He makes it on stage in time, the band filing out to take their places one at a time, deafening screams blowing out their in-ear pieces that stand no chance as each member joins the stage. The lights fizzle out until complete darkness cloaks the venue, but Jungkook still looks for you. He finds you in the pit on the side of the stage, Jin and Dahyun standing beside you, and finds it hard to keep his eyes off of you even though you attempt to pretend as if he’s not even there.
After their first adrenaline-filled opening song of the night, Jimin takes to the microphone to greet the crowd who scream back an indiscernible shout as, elsewhere, you notice Jungkook pry himself away from the microphone stand on his side of the stage to wave the rest of the boys over to Hoseok’s drum kit. They murmur amongst themselves briefly, though they go unnoticed by Jimin or the crowd as the lead singer entertains them.
“Seoul! It’s good to be back. We’ve missed you all so much━”
Jimin’s words get cut short when Jungkook, having just parted ways with the rest of his members for their impromptu meeting, beckons the lead singer over, out of range of the microphone. They seem to discuss something just as shortly as Jungkook had talked with the rest of the boys, in which time Jimin nods understandingly, then steps away from the microphone. Then, Jungkook takes to the microphone, the rings on his fingers glistening under the spotlight as he grips the stand.
“I know the night’s only getting started,” Jungkook’s voice wavers as he speaks, “but we’re gonna slow things down for a moment. We hope you don’t mind.”
Intrigued murmurs echo around the crowd, suddenly buzzing with excitement as they watch Jungkook with eager eyes. A few encouraging bellows has Jungkook smiling smally. Jin, on the other hand, looks perplexed.
“What is he doing?” Jin asks no one in particular, a quizzical look on his face. “This isn’t part of their set.”
“I think a lot of you might know this next song,” Jungkook continues, “but I don’t think I’ve ever expressed how much it means to me. This next one, I wrote for a special someone, and it sort of helped us achieve all of this. So, I think it’s time that person knows how much they mean to me.”
Jungkook glances nervously over at the boys standing behind him, each in their own respective spots. Then, sweeping his gaze across the crowd, he finally finds you already staring up at him. His own eyes soften into a look of longing, however hardened by past tribulations and sorrow it may be. As if he’s determined not to lose you again; determined to make it up to you.
“This next one is for Y/N,” he says timidly. He has to turn away from you in the next second, afraid he might just break down before the fans and the boys and you. “I’m sorry I messed up.”
As the boys take their place, with Jimin taking an acoustic and fading back from the limelight, you wonder why. But then you hear it, the familiar beginning chords making up the song you had so wholeheartedly claimed you hated. Only this time they’re gentler, made up of acoustic strums of a guitar, Hoseok’s drums, and Yoongi’s keys, all amalgamating into a pretty song almost unrecognizable.
Then, Jungkook starts singing, and what was once a wistful dreamy song of prospective lovers suddenly turns into a melancholic requiem for you. Some lyrics are changed, present tense turning to the past, and Jungkook sings his way throughout the entirety of the song in contrast to the one that plays all over the radio featuring the other member’s voices. The fans sing along, their voices melding with Jungkook’s into some sort of celestial mellifluous choir, and you’re left no longer wondering if the fans would ever know the meaning behind the song that Jungkook had brought to life. Because now, it wasn’t just Jungkook singing to you; it was the whole world. And yet, paradoxically at the same time, it felt all that much more intimate. As if it were just you and him once again, seated on the couch in his small apartment, listening to the beginnings of what would be their number one selling song.
Above all else, you realize that you don’t seem to hate the song as much you claimed to.
That night, you can’t sleep.
You find yourself leaving the venue earlier than everyone else, even when the boys invite you and Dahyun to join them for celebratory drinks, returning to your home in the hopes of forgetting the night altogether. Instead, you stay up tossing and turning, your mind filled with memories consisting of only Jungkook and his haunting voice singing to you, and for you. But at some point during the night nearing one or two in the morning, just when you give up on the idea of sleep, the sound of incessant knocking at your front door rouses you from your trance.
When you finally answer the door, you’re more than surprised to see that Jungkook stands on the other side of the threshold as if coming to you from a dream. But then you register the fact that he’s a complete mess. Dark circles line his weary eyes, now smudged with that faint hint of charcoal liner he had worn for the concert, hair so messily mused beyond repair, and you notice quickly that he’s crying, fresh tears glazing over his pupils and streaking down his face. It’s startling to see him in such shambles, a complete contrast to how effortlessly charming and confident he usually portrays himself. But though you’ve seen him cry before on various occasions, now is all the more unsettling.
“I━I’m sorry.” It’s the first thing he says, screwing his eyes shut tightly as he shakes his head. He fumbles over his words, slurring them together in his rush to get them out. “I know I’m probably the last person you want to see right now, but I needed to see you.”
“Are you drunk?”
“No, no, I swear━” He pries his eyes open to meet your desolate stare, tears unabashedly falling from his lashes. His voice thins with desperation. “You said we need to stop pretending, but I’m not pretending. I never have been. And if you think ━ if you truly believe ━ that there’s nothing here between us anymore… Tell me. Right here, right now. And I’ll leave you alone forever, you’ll never have to see me again. I just━ I’ve missed you every moment and it kills me.”
You’re silent for a long period, pitying gaze sweeping over him, but he doesn’t care if he looks insane. He just needs you to know how he feels.
“Well, how do you think I felt?” You ask the question carefully, but then the memories come flooding back and the semblance of a scowl forms on your face. “You leave and suddenly everywhere I look I see you. Your song is playing everywhere, you and the guys are everywhere, and I’m reminded every day about how we ended. About how you left me.”
Jungkook blinks. He shakes his head stubbornly, the nerves in the corner of his jaw fluttering as he grits his teeth. “You were the one who said we should take a break.”
“A break!” You snap sternly. “Fuck, Jungkook. I didn’t want you out of my life forever. I wanted you to fight for me.”
“No, don’t put this all on me,” Jungkook pleads helplessly. “I have always fought for you. But the minute things got rough, you bailed. You told me you never wanted to see me again. What the hell was I supposed to do?”
“I was scared!” You try to swallow the tears away that start to form as a lump in your throat but to no avail. “I was, and I still am, so fucking scared of losing you. And you━ It felt like you gave me no choice. Like you were over it. I would have wanted to make things work but you left. You just… You left, and suddenly it was like you were never in my life at all. Seven months, and I get no word from you.”
“I fucked up, okay!” He cries out so suddenly, it silences you at once. He bites at his lip, and straightens up half-heartedly, running a hand through his hair. When he meets your stare this time, he’s zealous yet sincere. “I know that I messed up. I know. And it fucking kills me every single day. I don’t know where it went wrong, but it did, and I know it’s all my fault. When you said we should take a break and I agreed, I was only thinking about you. Because I knew I was disappointing you every day, and I was afraid that was all I would ever do, and you don’t deserve that. I thought it would be better this way, if I was just gone from your life for good. But I can’t forget you.”
“How can I trust you?” You ask. When his pained stare gawks at you, you tilt your chin a little higher. “I came by your hotel room yesterday morning, just like you asked, only to see that girl leaving.”
Jungkook’s gawk turns into a dumbfounded expression. He looks weary as he shakes his head, as if struggling to keep up with the way you accuse him now. He tries not to focus on the fact that you actually came to the hotel, then feels inconsolably terrible when he realizes why he never got to see you. “That girl was Namjoon’s fling. We were sharing the suite, and they were in a whole other room. I didn’t even think about her━”
Your stare droops from him, and he knows he’s struggling to keep you on his side.
“Okay, fine. You want trust? I’ll give it to you,” he says. A newfound sense of confidence seems to possess him, though he approaches the topic with extra caution anyway. “After we broke up, I was crushed. I couldn’t move on from you, and the guys thought I should get drunk, find a random girl to bring back to our hotel one night on tour. And I listened, because I wanted to forget you, but it didn’t work. All I could think about was you. Every time she touched me, every time she kissed me, I could only imagine it was you. And when she left that night, I broke down because I felt like such a fucking idiot. I instantly regretted it. Like, even though you and I weren’t together, I still did something to hurt you by sleeping with that girl. And all it did was hurt me too in the process.”
He pushes himself forward, taking a step over the threshold. Even despite him admitting his wrongs to you, you can’t find it in yourself to hate him. Because, at the end of it all, he’s here at your doorstep, pleading for you to forgive him, but he had already won the moment your eyes had landed on him.
“You’re the reason I am who I am today.” His voice is hoarse when he speaks, almost in a whisper. “That I get to do what I love for a living. But all of it means nothing without you. You saw me at my worst, and my best. And you were the best I ever had, and I ruined it, and the worst part of it all is that there’s nothing I can do to make up for it. But I promise I can make it better ━ I can make it right again ━ if you just give me a chance.”
There’s a short pause filled with poignant silence in which Jungkook thinks you’ll push him away or scream at him. He’s fortunate when you do neither; instead, he hears you whisper faintly.
“Kiss me, Jungkook.”
And it’s more than enough for him. His heart thrums in delight as he wastes no time in reaching out for you. His hands are warm as they come to grasp at your face, holding you delicately; then he’s leaning in to you, drawing you closer and closer until his lips are pressed against yours. It’s unadulterated, but not without feverish passion, noses smushing together in both your eager hastiness to close the distance between the two of you. It doesn’t last long either, though that’s partly because Jungkook can taste your tears mingling on your lips, and can feel your faint smile form against his mouth. Kissing him feels both foreign yet familiar at the same time. You know the feel, the taste, and the sense of comfort that comes with it, but months apart from one another has left it feeling different.
Jungkook’s thumb wipes away at the tears on your face. “Why are you crying?”
It’s a useless question, he knows, but he needs something to fill the silence. He’s relieved when he hears you snicker. “Because I miss you, you idiot. And I’m sorry I’ve been acting like such an idiot. I’ve messed everything up.”
His own shoulders quiver with contented mirth. “It’ll be okay.” As he leans in once more for another kiss, you can feel him murmur against your mouth, “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
“Then make it right,” You say, “right here and now.”
“I’ll do anything for you,” he promises earnestly.
Jungkook understands the underlying yearning in your voice even without having you explain yourself. He knows, if only because he can feel it too. As his hands fall to your waist, fingers digging into your skin, your own arms wrap around his neck and pull him into your apartment. He has you pressed up against the nearest wall within seconds, kissing at your throat, then up to your jawline.
“It’s been so long,” he sighs.
You hum in agreement, though your mind is already spinning, and all you can muster is a weak yet urgent croak of his name. “Jungkook.”
Your fingers thread through his hair, tugging at the roots and he croons with delight. His lips finally meet yours again, only this time he lets his tongue lav at your lower lip. Almost as soon as he does so, you notice something strange. It takes a moment for you to register the small metallic object that grazes your lower lip but when you do, you pull away from the boy.
“What’s wrong?” Jungkook asks in a confused dazed.
“Is that…” You rasp. “Did you get your tongue pierced?”
Suddenly, Jungkook is smirking, one brow shooting up to his hairline in a smug demeanour. He sticks out his tongue for you to see the silver ball poking through and you almost moan at the sight of it as the thought entices you.
“Oh.” Your face warms with a flustered blush. “That’s new.”
“Yeah,” he says. “Always wanted to get it done. Guess I was saving it for the right moment.”
“Right moment, huh?” You scoff as if the implications don’t already have your thighs rubbing together. “Care to explain?”
“I think you’ll find out soon enough.”
You dissolve into a fit of giggles, marvelling at the way Jungkook’s familiar flirtatious bantering can soothe your troubled heart at once. It’s almost as if time hasn’t lapsed between the two of you.
“I’ve missed this,” You sigh. “I’ve missed you, Jungkook.”
You spot him smiling before he’s kissing you again, this time his tongue slipping past your parted lips to meet yours midway. The piercing is strange to adjust to, but you get used to it quickly, humming at the feeling of it against the soft flesh of your tongue. It’s easy to get lost in one another’s lips as you pull and tug at Jungkook, guiding him to your bedroom, nearly tripping and stumbling over one another in the process. He knows the path like the back of his hand, the same way he knows every curve and dimple of your body as his greedy hands explore you. He has you sprawled out beneath him on the bed in a matter of seconds, carelessly shedding each other of your clothes until you’re left naked and he’s without a shirt.
As he’s tugging off the hoodie you’re wearing, he realizes two things abruptly. One: you’re not wearing anything beneath it, your bare body dazzling him at once. And, two: a sudden thought jogs his memory that makes him ponder aloud, “Is this my sweater?”
“Yes,” You admit sheepishly.
He smirks. “Was wondering where it went.”
“You forgot to take it back when…” You don’t finish your sentence. Instead, you tug your fingers at the hair at the nape of his neck, as if scared he’ll leave again. He doesn’t. Instead, he nestles his body between your legs, tonguing patterns on your neck. “I wear it sometimes, especially when I’m missing you. I don’t know… It just━ It still smells like you, even after all this time.”
Jungkook’s heart nearly implodes. He wonders briefly if he’d prefer fucking you without or with the hoodie; but then he’s letting himself time to study your naked body and he deduces he needs to gaze at you in your entirety a little longer.
“Keep talking,” he murmurs. He starts kissing down your body now, starting from your throat to your collarbones, between the valley of your breasts, then your navel. “Tell me more. How badly did you miss me?”
“So badly,” You whimper. Your legs instinctively part to make way for him as he shifts downward, kissing just above your core. A shudder runs down your spine when he kisses the inside of your thigh. “Sometimes I’d put your sweater on and touch myself to the thought of you.”
He grunts against you, teeth softly biting at your flesh. His tongue pokes against your thigh, the metallic piercing a dully cold sensation as he licks upward to your core. He laps at your folds, as if to taste the glistening cum that starts to form.
Your breath audibly hitches in your throat, hips jutting forward to meet his mouth. “I missed your hands, and the way they made me feel. Missed your mouth between my legs. Missed cumming on your tongue, or your fingers.”
Now, you’re starting to understand what he meant by waiting for the right moment to use the piercing to its fullest potential. As he lifts his head higher to tongue at your clit, the piercing makes your head spin. The contrast between his soft tongue and the harsh metal works wonders against you, rubbing you just the right way that has you a moaning mess beneath him within a matter of seconds.
“Fuck━” You cry out, hands twisting in his hair. “My hands never feel the same. You always made me feel so good, Jungkook.”
He hums something in response, the sound reverberating up your spine. He busies himself by replacing his tongue with his finger, rubbing small, controlled circles against your clit as he lowers his mouth to your folds. He teases the piercing against the sensitive flesh before lapping at your insides, burrowing further into you.
“Ooh, Jungkook━”
The noise that eclipses your throat is a piqued sob of delight. The piercing that scratches against your walls has your insides throbbing, body twisting and turning beneath him. You grab at your breasts, fingers pinching at the perked buds as you imagine Jungkook’s hands in replace of yours.
His mouth wraps just right around you and he sucks hard, earning a beautiful moan from you. It doesn’t take long for you to draw closer to your high, sputtering and whimpering at every action he does. Soon he’s burrowing his face even closer against your core, nose nudging against your clit in a way that makes you writhe and squirm. Before he can get carried away (and he certainly could), Jungkook decides to come to a stop which seems to thoroughly surprise and upset you. When you feel his missing warmth between your legs and the sticky wet mess accentuated further by the cool air that hits you, you pout like a child.
“That’s not fair,” you whine.
“Sorry, baby. Need to feel you.” He pulls away from you and crawls over your body once more. He kisses your lips, sloppy and heated, and lets you taste your own succulence on your tongue. “God, I need to feel you so bad.”
You’re just as much startled as you were seconds ago to hear the slight whine in his voice, a sound hot enough to almost push you over the edge.
“I’ve missed you too, just so you know,” he moans, burrowing his face in the crook of your neck. Your fingers continue to scratch delicately at his scalp and he simpers delightfully against you. He ruts his hips eagerly against yours, the bulge in his pants rough against your core. “So fucking much.”
“How much?” Now it’s your turn to ask, your curiosity getting the best of you once you find your voice.
“Every day,” he sighs as he continues to grind his hips into yours. “Get so hard at the thought of you. Your pretty mouth moaning my name. Your hands in my hair, just like this━” You pull a little tighter at the roots of his locks, and he has to stifle his contented moan. “And your body━ Fuck, your body. You take my dick so well, baby.”
“Jungkook,” You mewl impatiently. “Wanna feel you in me.”
“Fuck, okay. Okay━”
He hastens to rid himself of his pants and you help, arms momentarily tangling with one another in your rush. Then he’s kneeling before you, one hand planted firmly on your hip, rings digging roughly against your skin, as his other hand wraps a fist around his hard length, slowly pumping himself. He guides the tip of his leaking cock to your core and pushes himself forward carefully. He easily slips past your folds, coaxed by your slick walls, that he has to pause to give you both time to adjust to the feeling. It’s just as he remembered, though somehow better, and he isn’t so sure how long he’ll last. You don’t know either, marvelling in the way he stretches you open.
“Oh, shit,” he grunts.
He watches as your jaw drops open in a silent gap, your eyes fixed only on his. You grab at his hips, fingers scratching delicately over the laurel tattoos inked there, prompting him to move. He does so in one languid movement, burying deeper and deeper into you until you feel so full and he feels so warm. He fucks into you a little sluggish at first, taking his time and enjoying the way your clenching walls feel around his throbbing cock. It’s a pace so maddening that it soon has the both of you panting, heavy moans filling the space around you. Your own fingers dig into his shoulders, his back, his hips ━ anything to keep a hold on reality as you slowly lose yourself to the pleasure. He reaches for one of your hands, eager to feel you in more ways than one, and laces his digits with yours, pressing your clasped palms above your head. You squeeze tightly, his name falling from your lips in a cry.
“Doing so good,” he mumbles through gritted teeth. “Feel so nice, baby.”
Jungkook grasps at your hips and flips the two of you over. He lands on his back on the soft mattress and you fumble to not break the pace. Firmly planting your hands on his chest, you grind against him, sweat coating your forehead. He watches you with a dark fascination, brows screwed together and jaw clenched as your own cum starts leaking down his length. Not wanting to waste another moment without being beside you, he sits up and shifts you in his lap. Then he pulls you close to him, chest pulled flush against chest to the point where he can feel the rapid beat of your heart against his. You whimper aloud, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck as he guides your hips back and forth on him. There’s little to no space between your gyrating bodies, sweaty skin sticking to one another.
At some point, Jungkook notices you’re crying again, steady tears tangling in your lashes and wetting your face. Despite the way you’re driving him to near euphoria, he brushes your hair out of your face and manages to ask, “What’s wrong? Are you okay? Are you hurt?”
“I’m sorry━ fuck,” You gasp. He can tell you’re genuinely sympathetic for whatever’s making you cry but it’s hard for you to convey it properly when you’re still so consumed by him. “I’m so sorry━ I’m okay. I just━ You feel so good, Jungkook.”
“It’s okay,” he whispers, rubbing tender circles against your waist that contrasts with the fierce burn between your legs. “You’re okay, baby. Doing so well for me, aren’t you? Cum for me, yeah?”
You won’t tell him why you’re crying ━ not yet, at least. But Jungkook thinks he knows why; he can feel it too. The bitter sense of longing and mingling regret for all the time lost. The overwhelming feeling of love of finally being reunited. You continue to roll your hips against his, and he, breathless, rubs his nose faintly against yours, resting his forehead against yours.
It doesn’t take much longer after that for you to come tumbling to you high. He strokes your hair so lovingly as you ride him recklessly, leisure rolls of your hips driving you to your high. When you cum, the feeling completely washes over you and electricity crackles in your veins, warming your entire body. He holds you close to his chest the entire time as you writhe with pleasure, your walls clenching around his cock.
“Fuck, I’m gonna━” His voice splinters off as you busy yourself by sucking a bruise onto the underside of his jaw.
He reaches his high moments later just as you’re beginning to wince at the feeling of oversensitivity. He grunts and groans, spilling his hot seed into you, and then, with his hips slammed against yours, grinds leisurely to ride out your highs.
Then, the room falls silent.
Neither of you move from your warm embrace, with you still perched on his lap, his cock softening inside you as his cum runs down his length and onto your thighs. Your face is hidden in the crook of his neck, and he waits until you’ve both calmed down from your orgasms. You’re running your fingers through his sweaty hair, but he knows you’re still sad. He kisses you all over in the meantime, a few ticklish kisses that make you smile sleepily and a few loving ones that have your heart swelling. Then, he gingerly shifts your head to look at him.
“Why were you crying?” he asks silently.
It takes you a moment to respond. You cling to him tightly when you do and all he can do is cradle you closer to him. “I don’t want this to be some kind of drunken one night stand thing. Like we both needed one last fuck to get over each other, or something."
“You mean more to me than a one night stand,” Jungkook says and it makes you smile smally, a little timidly.
“That’s good,” You say, “because I’m not over you or us. I want us to work out. I love you too much to lose you again, and I’m scared this might be the last time I’ll ever see you.”
“I’m not letting that happen,” Jungkook shakes his head furiously. “I’d be an absolute idiot to let that happen. You won’t lose me. I’m not going anywhere this time. You’re my priority, Y/N. You always have been. Not the band and definitely not the record label.”
“I’m sure the boys will love to hear that,” You snort to yourself.
“Yeah, well, I’m sure they’ll understand,” Jungkook grins. But you’re only joking, and you know he sort of is too. That’s not to say the band isn’t still important to him, but you take precedent over it. “Without you, I wouldn’t even have the chance to be where I am now.”
You nuzzle your nose against his own, and he steals one sweet kiss from you.
“Do you really mean all that?”
“With my whole heart.”
And, when he says it, you know he means it. There’s no reason not to trust him.
You’ll both move eventually from one another’s arms, soft touches from Jungkook peeling you off of him and wrapping you in your covers before falling asleep beside you, and waking up in the morning with you in his arms. But, for now, it’s just you and him, a little broken still yet all the more in love.
While you both know healing a broken heart will take time, you’re both prepared for it because you’re both worth it to one another ━ and that’s all either of you really need in the end to make it right.
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