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skzdarlings · 1 year

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05. sharing a bed series ; skz ; han

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sharing a bed series part 5/8. because it’s the cheesiest most classic trope and it’s FUN. -

pairing: han jisung/reader content info: dom!reader. sub!jisung. sexual content. enemies2lovers, sharing a bed trope. past misunderstandings, grudges, bickering. femdom feat: face slapping, face sitting, hair pulling, choking, riding, denial-n-cumming-anyway, kneeling, more pussy eating. this one is a little longer. teehee :)

“Hey, I hope you had a good flight…”

Chan’s voice message crackles through your phone speaker but you can barely hear him over the bustling airport. You wait until you are outside in the pick-up zone to try listening again. It is marginally quieter out here, cars coming and going, light snowfall brightening the winter night. With your luggage at your feet, you replay his voice mail.

“Hey, I hope you had a good flight. Something came up at work and I’m not gonna be able to pick you up. I’m really sorry ‘bout it, mate. Jisung is on his way to get you. I know, I know, but he’ll get you home, yeah? If you’re still mad tomorrow, I’ll take you to lunch and you can kill me there. Buh-byyeeeee!”

Oh, that son of a bitch.

The message ends just as a pair of headlights flash over you. You can see through the front window but despite the direct eye contact Jisung still feels the need the honk the horn not once, not twice, but three times.

You stand there with your arms hanging helplessly at your sides. Snow falls on your head and a frown darkens your whole face. Jisung just smiles and waves like an idiot, honking the horn again.

I am going to kill Chan, you think to yourself.

Jisung loves putting you in situations where you are the unrepentant supervillain of his life, so ignoring him and getting in a cab would just play into his horrible little hands. He might look unassuming in his puffy coat and backwards cap, might look soft and friendly with his fair hair and plushy pink smile, might look innocent with his big brown eyes peering at you with cartoonishly saccharine enthusiasm, but in reality none of that is true.

Han Jisung is the worst.

Han Jisung is your nemesis.

Han Jisung honks the horn again.

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” you shout. You roll your eyes and heft your luggage over your shoulder, stomping with an incredible degree of petulance for a woman of your age. You toss your bag in the trunk then slide into the passenger seat.

Jisung honks again.

“Hello, hello, welcome to Flight H.A.N with Jisung airlines, this is your pilot speaking—”

You turn on the radio to shut him up. You are not in the mood for his shenanigans.

Jisung cringes with theatrical chagrin.

“Yikes,” he says with a bubbly laugh. “Tough crowd.”

“Just drive.”

“Yes, mistress, right away, mistress, Jisung lives to serve his mistress, please don’t hurt Jisung or leave him out in the cold tonight—”

You thunk your head against the headrest, glaring ahead as Jisung smoothly joins the traffic flow despite his nonsensical rambling.

You vaguely remember a time when Jisung was shy, back before he made it his life mission to send you hurtling into an annoyance-induced death. You also vaguely remember a time you liked him, him and his quietness, him and his quirky humour, him and his big, stupid, brown eyes.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Jisung sings along with the radio so you flip the station to one with talking. He strums his fingers on the steering wheel, lips pursed and eyebrows lifted. He casts you a few side glances that you pointedly ignore. When you see him open his mouth, you hold up a finger.

“Do not even think about it,” you say. “Whatever you were about to say or do… Don’t.”

He presses his lips together and makes an obnoxiously loud pop.

“Kk,” he says. “This should be a fun half hour.”

The airport is outside of the city, a half-hour drive to your downtown apartment. Usually. The weather has traffic horrifically backed up. Half an hour comes and goes and you are barely out of view of the airport.

“We could play a game,” Jisung says, looking at you sideways. “I spy with my little—”

“Nope.”

“Okay, cool. Cool, cool, cool.” He nods, strumming the steering wheel again.

The radio blathers on, you barely listening. You scroll through your phone until there are zero notifications, then you scroll through your photo album just for something to look at. Jisung hums to himself and you try not to get annoyed all over again. You exploding at something so inconsequential would give him way too much satisfaction.

The snow comes down harder. It pulls your attention from your phone to the blustery world outside. Everything is a harsh grey, the dark night foggily illuminated by the white snow. Even Jisung is concentrating now, his brow furrowed as he stares through the front window.

“Shit,” he says.

He changes stations to catch a road update. Your jaws drop in unison when the reporter mentions a thirteen hour delay on the main bridge into the city.

“Thirteen fucking hours?” you say. It comes out wheezy. “It’s winter! Why are they always so surprised by the fucking snow! God! What the hell are we gonna do?”

“We’re not going anywhere near the bridge, that’s what we’re gonna do,” Jisung says, flipping the car into reverse and immediately changing course.

“How else are we getting downtown?”

He looks at you like you’re so stupid that he can’t believe it, his eyebrows jumping up his face.

“Uh, hello, welcome back to town, it’s snowing here,” Jisung says. “We’re going downtown tomorrow when it won’t kill us or trap us in a car—”

“I want to go home—”

“Do you want to spend thirteen hours in a car with me?” Jisung asks. “Because that’s what going home will involve right now, k?”

He sounds terse. You feel a little better when he acts short with you too, more justified in your own rudeness.

“Fine,” you say. “What are we doing then?”

A ten minute trip turns into an hour long drive with traffic delays, but eventually you are rolling into the snow-covered parking lot of the only motel with a vacancy sign. You and Jisung do not speak, stepping out of the car and crunching along the snow in silence. The motel parking lot is washed a golden colour, the yellow balcony lights beaming over the white snow. It holds the promise of warmth. You hurry inside.

You shake yourself off in the tiny entryway while Jisung dings the desk bell. Someone appears to check you in.

“You’re a lucky couple,” she says. “Lots of folks have stopped because of the weather. We have exactly one room left available. It’s a nice cozy double bed. Sounds good?”

“Ummm…” You join Jisung at the desk, a million frantic thoughts running through your brain. “Hold on, we’re not—”

“Did you hear that, baby?” Jisung says with exaggerated fondness, because he can’t help but taunt you. “We’re a lucky couple. Isn’t that just our luck the only room available has one bed?”

You step on his foot deliberately and he yelps.

“Is there really no other option?” you ask the attendant with some degree of desperation.

“No, sorry.” She gives you a funny look but shakes her head. “I doubt you’ll have better luck finding a room anywhere else tonight. You can have this one or enjoy a car nap.”

“My beautiful wife and I are happy with a double,” Jisung says, already holding out his credit card. “Right, baby?”

You smack his ass, hard and swift. His eyes widen. You smirk.

“Right, baby,” you say with a snarl.

Tonight’s only saving grace is the hot water; you enjoy a long shower before changing into sleep shorts and a camisole. You join Jisung in the room, finding him sprawled on the double bed with air pods in his ears. He tossed his hat somewhere and is laying there in jeans and a t-shirt – remarkable, as you thought he might strip to his underwear just to be annoying. But no, he lays there peacefully. His fair hair is darker at the root, neatly framing his unfortunately handsome face. He has one arm flexed under his head, the muscle more pronounced than you remember it being. His eyes are closed as he nods along to the music.

You grab a pillow and thwack him in the gut. It startles him to attention, a strangled sound leaving his throat.

“You stay on that side of the bed and you do not move, got it?” you say.

He sticks his tongue out at you.

“Very mature,” you say.

You lay down with your back to him. After twenty minutes, he still has his bedside light on so you snap at him. He whines like a little baby but turns it off, leaving just his phone beaming at his face. You can hear his music but say nothing.

You can’t sleep. You want to roll over but you absolutely refuse to face him.

His phone screen finally goes dark after god knows how long and he puts it aside. There is a long stretch of silence in the dark. You swear you have never been so uncomfortable laying on this side in all your life. Knowing you will not be able to sleep without turning at least once, you decide to roll over. You figure Jisung laid down with his back to you anyway.

He didn’t. He is staring right at you, his big eyes making him look like a pathetic little lemur gawping at a human in the dark.

“Why don’t you like me?” Jisung says.

“Oh no,” you say, immediately rolling onto your back. “Absolutely not. We are not having a heart to heart.”

“Oh come oooon, please,” he whines. “This is the time and place—”

“It really isn’t—”

“It’s a classic story, a boy, and a girl—”

“I don’t like stories—”

“Forced to share a bed and share their secret feelings—”

“Those feelings are disgust, hatred, and revulsion—”

“Opening their hearts and—whoa, wait, what? Hatred? You hate me?” Jisung pushes himself up on one elbow, staring down at you with a completely horrified look on his face.

You try to ignore him and his stupid expressions, glaring at the ceiling as if it can do anything to save you. Your heart is beating fast but it doesn’t feel good. The pounding is coupled with a nauseous turn in your gut.

It is open knowledge that you do not like Han Jisung one bit, but you seldom vocalize it so explicitly. Certainly not to his face. Certainly not beside him in bed.

“That can’t possibly surprise you,” you say.

“Well, it does actually!” Jisung says. “I knew you didn’t like me but hate me? How could you hate me? I’m delightful.”

Even now, the clown is trying to joke. Because that’s all it is to him, isn’t it? Everything is just a joke all the time. Everything and everyone is a punchline waiting to happen. But you aren’t laughing. Your hands close into fists and you dig your nails into your palms to keep your frustration in check. Your neck feels hot and your stomach is still turning. You feel embarrassed about things you haven’t even said yet. Your tongue feels swollen somehow, your throat lined thickly. It takes several deep breaths before you can speak.

“Well,” you say bitterly, “I guess I just can’t help being a massive bitch. The worst you’ve ever met, right?”

There is a beat of silence, then Jisung flips on the bedside light.

You slap your fists down on the bedcovers and glare at him.

“Turn off the light,” you say.

“No way, you were just talking in a voice. What did you mean? Why do you--”

“Jisung, I swear to god, if you don’t turn off that light—”

“Look, can we just—”

You shove the covers down and climb on top of him without thinking, trying to reach the light yourself. He grabs you by the arms and pushes you back. You end up tussling ungracefully, you wriggling around like a worm and Jisung clearly in control but just as clearly trying to go easy on you. It puts you at an impasse. With an angry huff, you push away from him.

“If I said something—” he starts.

You laugh, a joyless cackle.

“If,” you repeat. “You’ve said a lot of somethings over the years, Jisung.”

“I—I didn’t mean it if I—I don’t even know what I—”

You look at him. He seems to be genuinely confounded and more than a little miserable, his eyes darting around as he racks his brain, his brow furrowed with obvious upset. His hand is frozen on his head, a clump of hair feathering through his fingers.

He meets your gaze and you roll your eyes. You feel hot and uncomfortable again, the source of your nausea climbing up and up and up until it is clawing its way past your lips and—

“The day we met,” you say, finally, after years of stamping down the humiliating memory, “you said I was a massive bitch, the worst you had ever met. And it—”

You are not sad. You refuse to be sad. This pain is years old now and it does not hurt you anymore. But you are angry – with him, with yourself, with this whole shitty circumstance, and the angrier you get, the more tears stab at your eyes.

You swallow down a lump in your throat and take a steadying breath. You stare at the wall because his attentive, earnest gaze is too much to bear.

“I know I’m a little awkward when I first meet people,” you say. “I’m shy and weird and sometimes… sometimes people think I’m a bitch when really I’m just quiet. Chan introduced me to you because he said that you were kinda the same, and that we had lots in common, and he thought we would get along. And then we met and—”

“We did,” Jisung says softly.

Your vision is blurry now. You sniff hard, wiping your arm under your nose.

“Yes,” you say. “We did. We got along amazing. We were quiet for a second and then it was like… like we were already friends. As if we always knew each other. I’ve never spoken like that to someone so quickly. It’s like I just forgot to be shy. I was so happy and then—”

“I remember all this,” Jisung says, still sounding confused. “I don’t get it. It was Changbin’s birthday, right? We were talking all night and it was great but then you just left without saying bye. Then the next time we met you already hated me—”

You finally look at him, hitting him with the full force of your emotional expression. He clearly was not expecting the tears because he literally jumps at the sight of you.

“I left after overhearing you talk about me in the kitchen to one of your stupid friends,” you snap. “’That woman is without doubt a totally massive bitch. The worst I’ve ever met.’ And you were laughing. Just… just standing there laughing about it, about me. And I had no idea why. Why? What had I said or done? It was humiliating. And it hurt, and the reason it hurt so bad was because it came from you.” You jab him in the chest, trying to sound angry because your tears are falling now and it just makes you feel pathetic. “It hurt, Jisung,” you say, “because it was you. From anyone else I wouldn’t care. But you were the one person I expected to understand me. The one person who got what it was like. So to hear you saying those things—god. I never wanted to see you again, but then you and Chan started your stupid projects together and I couldn’t get away from you. And you just got more and more in my face no matter what I did—”

“Oh my god.” Jisung slaps both hands to his head. He closes his eyes and shakes his head, as if he can’t believe what he is hearing. “Hold on,” he says, abruptly getting out of bed. “Just… just hold on.”

He runs away. You sit there more confused than anything, your face wet, your breathing uneven. He is gone long enough for you to get angry again, glaring at him when he gets back in the bed.

“Here,” he says, giving you the tissue box he evidently retrieved from the bathroom. “Just… here.”

He takes a tissue and awkwardly dabs at your cheek. You snatch it away from him, frowning.

“Sorry, sorry,” he says. He gets off the bed again, hovering awkwardly at the side while you wipe your face clean. He waits until you are composed, swaying where he stands, clasping and unclasping his hands. When you stop sniffling, he lets out a huge exhale. “Okay,” he says. “Look. I’m sorry. I’m… I’m really, really fucking sorry. And I want to explain, I really do, but… but if I explain, I think it’s only gonna make you upset.”

You give him a very sarcastic look.

“I’m already upset, you stupid jerk,” you say. “Just spit it out so I can go to sleep.”

“Right.” He runs his hand through his hair again. It falls softly down and flutters when he exhales. “God. Okay. This is gonna sound so stupid. But, yeah, okay, I do remember saying that actually. I didn’t know you heard me but… but that’s not an excuse. I know. I shouldn’t have said it at all. I totally do know that. But also… I said it, but I didn’t. What I mean is, what you heard me saying, I was not actually saying.”

You stare at him for a long moment.

“What,” you say, “the fuck?”

He waves his hands around defensively.

“What I mean is,” he says, “and stay with me… but… I actually meant it as a compliment.”

“A compliment,” you say. “A compliment? You called me a massive bitch as a compliment?”

“Yes.”

“Do you seriously expect me to believe that?” you shout, grabbing a pillow and hurling it at him.

His reflexes are fast. He ducks and the pillow sails over his head, whacking the blinds with a clatter. He looks there then looks at you, just in time for you to throw the tissue box. He dodges that too, ducking down again. The box hits the radiator and thunks to the ground.

“Okay, listen—” he says.

He is not fast enough when you chuck the second pillow.

“Okay, okay, I deserved that,” he says, holding the offending pillow up in surrender. He tentatively approaches the bed with it, eying you as he gently lays it back down.

You glare.

“I promise I can explain,” he says. “And you’re gonna love this explanation, because it is going to completely and totally humiliate me and you will have something to hold over my head for the rest of your life.”

“I’m listening,” you say. You feel embarrassed about crying so the least he can do is embarrass himself too.

“Thank you,” he says. He gets back on the bed, kneeling and tipping his head back. It looks like he’s praying, gathering the strength to admit whatever he is about to admit.

You cross your arms. You are annoyed he is taking so long and also annoyed that you genuinely want to know. Han Jisung has no problem blurting every stupid thought that crosses his mind, at least when it comes to you, so you cannot begin to imagine what dark secret he can’t bring himself to speak out loud.

You are halfway convinced he is trying to come up with a lie when he finally throws his arms out as if in supplication.

“I’m a fucking freak!” he says, with all the verve and jubilation of hallelujah. He closes his eyes and nods his head. “I’m a pervert and I think with my dick like ninety-eight per cent of the time. The other two per cent of the time I am honestly probably thinking with my prostate, though I haven’t really worked that one out yet completely—”

“What?” Your whole face screws tight with bewilderment. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I love bitches. No wait.” He shakes his head. “That came out wrong. Hold on. I love… well, yeah, no, bitches. Mean girls. Bullies. Catwoman.”

“Catwoman.”

“That whip… t-cha.”

“Jisung—”

“Look I was telling my friend about you because Minho’s an even bigger freak than me. He’s the only one who knows my secret and—”

“Your secret,” you say slowly. “That you… like bitches?”

“That I love bitches,” he says. “When I told him that you were the biggest bitch I ever met, it was because we both knew that what I meant was: holy shit dude, I just found my soulmate, she’s the most amazing woman I’ve ever met, I’m getting married tonight, and if she asked me to tattoo her face on my butt right now I would do it.”

You hate that you laugh, but the comment is so unexpected that it sputters out of you.

Jisung smiles, releasing a pent-up breath of relief.

“You were… are… funny, and smart, and yeah a bit quiet but you still don’t let it stop you from defending yourself or someone else when something is wrong. Remember when you told off that creep at the party? The one who was bugging Felix? You don’t take anyone’s shit and then you just move on quietly like it was nothing. I was obsessed with you from the second we started talking. Then I was a stupid horny pervert and opened my big stupid mouth and now you hate me.”

“I’m still not sure I really get it,” you say, admittedly flustered at his admission. You had no idea Jisung saw you that way. The woman he’s describing does sound pretty amazing, and he sounds sincerely infatuated. When your heart starts skipping beats again, it feels different than before. “Explain,” you say.

He slaps his thighs in a motion of surrender.

“Yup,” he says. “Okay. Fine. Cool. I like when women boss me around. I like when they are mean to me. I like when they hurt me and make me cry. It… it gets my dick hard, okay? I love bitches. I LOVE BITCHES—”

You reach out to slap a hand over his mouth, remembering it’s a motel in the middle of the night.

Jisung’s shoulders jump and he laughs into your hand, clearly embarrassed as he remembers where he is. You laugh in spite of yourself, lowering your hand.

“Oops,” he says.

“Oops,” you reply.

Oops, you misunderstood your eavesdropping.

Oops, Jisung never hated you.

Oops, you find yourself staring into his eyes for way too long.

“So just to clarify,” you say. “You’re into, like, female domination stuff, and you called me a bitch as the highest form of compliment in your crazy brain, and then you spent the next two years being as annoying as possible because…”

“I thought you were just, like, crazy edging me or something,” Jisung says, making you laugh helplessly into your hands. He laughs too, even while looking a little pained. “I did! I was like shit, she’s so nasty, she’s really taking me for a fucking ride. I would have kept doing this for the rest of our lives if this conversation didn’t happen. I would’ve been at your wedding like damn, she’s really got me going this time—”

“You’re so stupid,” you say, pushing at his chest without any real animosity.

“I know, I really am,” he says. He draws an X over his chest. “But cross my heart and hope to die, everything I have told you is the complete truth. I’d tell you to slap me because you definitely deserve it but honestly, it would give me a boner and I don’t think either of us wants that since we’re stuck in the same bed all night.”

He says it jokingly, of course. But you can hear the twinge of flirtation and truth under his just kidding.

And maybe you’re still on an adrenaline kick. Maybe your emotions are right at the surface. Maybe you hated him so much because deep down you liked him, and you hated that you liked him because of a misunderstanding.

And maybe, just maybe, those big brown eyes have drawn you in from the second you first saw him.

“Slap you,” you say, as if in deep contemplation. “Slap you where? Your face?”

This clearly catches him off guard. He opens his mouth and a garbled sound comes out. He thumps a fist on his chest.

“Uh, yeah,” he says. “Sure. Whatever, you know. You know.”

“Mhm.” You move so you are kneeling too, facing each other. You watch as he swallows hard, the gulp going down his throat. All the adrenaline you built up earlier is suffusing into the race of your bloodstream. Heat simmers below the surface of your skin. “And you like that? Getting slapped when you’ve been bad?”

“Oh my god,” he says. “Are you.. are we… is something happening right now? Oh my god. Hold on.” He says that but then all he does is stand up and sit back down again, rekneeling in the exact same position. “Right, okay,” he says. “Slap away.”

You snort, rolling your eyes but smiling. You lift your hand but he is staring at you so expectantly that it just feels weird, not sexy, and you laugh giddily with amusement.

“Aww, come oooon,” he whines, but laughingly too. “Don’t get shy. You were so good at it.”

“I’ve had years of bitchy practice, I guess,” you say with a quirked eyebrow, making him grin. You shake your head. “I dunno. Just. Do something to earn a slap I guess. It’s too weird to just smack you out of nowhere.”

“Do something?” he asks. “Uh, I dunno. As far as I’m concerned, I’ve never done anything in my life to earn a slap. I’m seriously the most charming and funny and perfect guy ever and I—”

Your slap him across the face. The sound startles you because it sounds harder than it felt, ringing out loud with only the faintest sting on your palm.

Jisung looks genuinely surprised. His head turned with the impact of the slap, his jaw falling open. He blinks himself back into focus and you are about to ask if he’s all right, then he looks at you in a way he has never looked at you before. The desire and desperation of his gaze moves right through you, gathering hot in every intimate place.

“Did you like that?” he asks, his voice a little gravelly as it drops low.

“I don’t know,” you say softly. You reach out to touch his chin, a delicate touch that makes him shiver. You turn his face to look at the faint redness on his cheek. “Can I try again to be sure?”

He nods and swallows again.

You don’t ask for build-up this time. You pull your hand back and bring it down sharply on his cheek.

This time it makes him whimper. It flushes you with heat.

“Oh my god,” you say. “What else?”

“Uh, oh, fuck, um.” He touches his cheek and sucks in a breath. He pushes his hair only for it flop back in place. “Um,” he says. “Choking. F-fingers? Fingers in my mouth... Um, haha, I can’t think. Bondage? Yeah. Erm, denial. Overstimulation. Puuussy… yes, um, pussy. On my face please. Uhh… Punishment. Pulling my hair… Oh, hello.”

You take hold of his shoulders and push, guiding him to lay on his back. He is already panting when you straddle him, his eyes wide when you lean down.

“Do you still hate me?” he asks when you are millimetres away from his mouth.

You pretend to think about it.

“Hm,” you say with obvious theatricality, stealing a page from his book. “Yeah. I hate you so much. You’re my worst enemy. Sorry, baby.”

“That’s hot,” he says with a nervous little giggle. “You’re hot. You know I think—mmmf.”

You interrupt whatever long-winded joke was incoming. He does not protest this interruption as it involves a kiss, a good kiss, a deep kiss, one that pushes his head into the plushness of his pillow, one that has him moaning into your mouth. He lifts his hands to touch you, fingertips barely grazing your bare thighs when you seize his wrists. You shove them into the bed, pinned on either side of his head. He bucks under you, his mouth opening under your kiss. You bite at his bottom lip and drag your teeth, making his hips move even more.

You break away quickly and just as quickly slap him. It knocks a surprised breath out of him, his eyes a bit watery when he looks up at you.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, baby,” you say. “I’m just getting started.”

“Oh my god.”

You try not to smile but Jisung makes it hard. You feel flushed with excitement, hot with power and anticipation. You squeeze his hips between your thighs and push the hem of his shirt up and over his chest. He whimpers again but doesn’t move, his eyes closing when you hold down his wrists and duck your head.

“Fuck, oh god,” he murmurs, a constant stream of mumbled expletives as your mouth runs over his chest, kissing and licking and biting, teasing him until he can’t help but buck his hips for friction. When you feel him fully hard in his jeans you lean back, smirk, then climb off him. “Oh god, you’re too good at this,” he says, keeping his hands where you left them and gazing at you with wanting eyes.

You blow him a kiss and shimmy out of your shorts and underwear. Thoughtlessly he swings a hand down to touch himself, squeezing his dick through his jeans and groaning.

“Did I tell you that you could—” you start, but he puts his hand back beside his head before you can finish. His smile is far too innocent. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” you say.

“Am I?” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Shut up,” you reply, getting back on top of him. “I still hate you.”

“Oh god, yes,” he says. His hips buck into the air as you scoot over his chest. “More.”

“I hate you,” you say, moving until your legs are on either side of his head. “ I hate you so much, Han Jisung. I’m going to ruin you.”

“Fuck.”

He already has his mouth open when you lower onto his face. You grip the headboard and rock yourself over his tongue, back and forth until he finds your rhythm and takes over. What he lacks in precision he compensates with eagerness, licking at you without any care for the mess it makes of him, wet and sloppy and hot as his tongue moves inside you then up and down your pussy, circling your clit, sucking, flicking, back and forth, around and around—

“Oh my god,” you say, looking down at where you can see the top of his face, his eyes closed as he works, as he moans, as he squeezes your thighs in his hands and drags his tongue all over you. You grip the headboard tight when you come, throwing your head back and grinding down against him.

You lift your hips off his face, hovering above him on shaky thighs. You shuffle back and sit on his abdomen so you can see him, his eyes wide and wet mouth open as he pants. He licks his lips and murmurs please, please, please in a hoarse voice.

“Please?” you repeat, a little out of breath as well.

You swirl your fingers over his bare chest and fiddle with the t-shirt still bunched under his chin. He moves his face wherever you push it, tipping his head back, tilting it to the side. He goes cross-eyed when your fingers dance in front of him, touching his lips. His mouth falls open and his eyes close when you slide two fingers inside his mouth.

“Please what, Jisung?” you ask, slowly finger-fucking his mouth. “What do you want?”

He can’t speak around your fingers so he just whines, digging his fingers into the meat of your thighs.

“Oh,” you say. Your giggle is filled with genuine delight, even while your voice is rough. “I see. You want to put your dick inside me, baby? Hmm? You wanna say you’re sorry and that you’ll be good and let me ride you?”

“Good, so good,” he says, drooling around your fingers when you slide them out. He swallows hard, choking on nothing, then nods his head. “Please, please. Yes.”

You lean down and kiss his wet mouth, a chaste peck. You rub the corner of his lips, smiling at his closed eyes and wrecked expression.

“Okay,” you say. “Get ready for me then.”

You have a string of condoms in your luggage, always tucked in the pocket in case of emergency. Emergencies like a snow storm trapping you in bed with your former worst enemy turned lover.

When you get back to him, Jisung is laying there completely naked, flushed and stroking himself as he watches you. He lets you take his hand off his dick, holds you obediently when you guide his hands to your waist. He kisses you when you lean down, a hot and heavy kiss as you straddle him again. It ends when you push him flat and sit back, already grinning because you know you are about to short-circuit his brain.

“Wanna see a trick?” you say, and proceed to put the condom on him with your mouth. You laugh when you see his face after, his mouth hanging open as he blinks at you.

“You’re gonna kill me,” he says, but laughs a little.

His head thunks back into the pillows when you guide him inside you. You put your hands over his, holding them to your hips as you rock over him. His chest lifts and falls and his eyes close as he concentrates on not rushing your pace. He keeps holding your waist firmly when you slide your hands over his chest.

“Look at me,” you say.

He blinks his eyes open. You smile.

“Good boy.”

He makes a noise that sounds more pained than when you slapped him. It lights up inside you like fire and you move faster, take him deeper. You get a bit dizzy with how good it feels, his dick curving up to drive against the softest, most sensitive part of you, sending you hurtling towards another orgasm. You rub yourself at the same time, looking down at him as he gasps and moans, as he holds your hips and fucks you back.

You bring your hand to his neck and gently circle it, rubbing yourself harder when he whines with chest-deep desperation.

“I—I’m gonna—oh god—” he says, squeezing your hips so tightly that you think it might bruise.

It feels so good, his rough hands coupled with his dick hitting perfectly inside you. Your whole body draws taut for its crest.

“Don’t,” you say, laughing a little, not even to be mean but because it feels so good that you feel giddy. You squeeze his throat and his hips get erratic under you. “Not yet,” you say. “Me first.”

“Oh my god,” he says, looking up at you with frantic eyes. “I—I can’t—I’m gonna—”

“Jisung,” you say, squeezing his throat harder so he makes a choked-up sound that goes straight to your pussy. “Are you gonna be good or bad?”

“I’m—I’m—oh god.”

You stop touching yourself because you know he doesn’t stand a chance outlasting you. You ride him through his orgasm, choking him as he spasms and moans and cries out. His head lifts for a second, his eyes closed and brows furrowed, then he flops back down with an exhausted heave.

His eyes open again, watery and huge.

“Oh fuck,” he says, voice like gravel as you release his throat. A deep breath shudders out of him. “Oh… fuck,” he says, dreamily, smiling, then pouting. “Oh! Fuck!”

You giggle at him managing to say the same thing in three different voices.

You slip your fingers into his hair and tug, yanking his head up. He follows with a gasp.

“I should hit you again for that,” you say.

You slide off him, carefully. He sucks in a ragged, tearful breath when you touch his dick to deal with the condom. After, you rub your palm on the oversensitive head of it, making him grab at you and cry out. It squeezes a tear out of him and you kiss it away.

“Come on,” you say, grabbing him by the hair again. You get off the bed and drag him to follow. “I’m not done with you.”

He is a little shaky and boneless from coming. His footing is unsteady from the moment he touches the ground, moving with thoughtless obedience. He thumps down heavily onto his knees. When he sways, you straighten him. He blinks up at you, on his knees, already nodding.

You put your leg over his shoulder and draw him in. For the second time, he gets you off with his mouth, his hands on your ass and his face buried in your pussy. You sink your fingers in his hair and let it wash over you, humming happily when you are finished.

You lower your leg off his shoulder. Jisung slumps backwards, leaning against the bed and breathing hard, his face and hair a mess.

“Wow,” he says. He looks up at you. “That was the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.”

You laugh, feeling hot and flushed but satisfied.

“Me too,” you say, making him smile.

You help him back into the bed because his legs seem a little numb. You lay beside him, rubbing the inside of his thigh as he kisses all over your face. You giggle then fall into a proper kiss, winding around each other affectionately.

“I’m gonna send Chan a gift basket,” Jisung says, making you snort. “I am! Thank you for having a family emergency, your timing couldn’t be better.”

You tip your head and look at him with confusion.

“Family emergency?” you say. “He told me he was working?”

“Working?” Jisung furrows his brow. “Huh? We don’t have anything coming up at work. He phoned me from the road and said he was heading out to visit family? He said he wouldn’t be back all week-end.”

“He told me he was stuck working and would see me tomorrow,” you say, your eyes narrowing as you slowly put two-and-two and together.

“I didn’t even know why he was asking me and not Changbin or something,” Jisung continues to muse aloud. “He said you were wanting to talk to me, though, so I figured—”

“I never said that! I mean, I’m glad we did but…” You sit up, glaring at the wall.

Jisung bursts into laughter, covering his mouth as he looks at you.

“Did Chan hustle us?” he asks.

“He threw us together in a snow storm so we’d be forced to reconcile!”

“I don’t think Chan can control the weather—”

“Oh, he definitely can. I bet he delayed the bridge himself—”

Jisung laughs some more, kissing the side of your face lovingly while you continue to glare contemptuously at the wall.

“Well,” you say, looking at him. You kiss him sweetly on the nose and he smiles at you. “That’s fine,” you say. “A vacancy for my sworn enemy just opened up. Looks like I found a replacement.”

“I’m good with that,” Jisung says. “But… you’re not allowed to enemy-fuck him like that. That’s just for me, right?”

You settle in his arms, forgetting about Chan for the time being, forgetting to glare, forgetting about everything that happened before tonight. You smile at him, brushing a bit of hair off his sweaty forehead. He is still flushed and beautiful, his hopeful eyes locked on yours. He smiles back.

“Yeah,” you say. “It’s only ever been just you, Jisung.”

He visibly melts, his laugh a breathless thing. He leans in and kisses you and you hold his face, kissing him back. You can feel him smiling against your lips and you smile too.

#skz smut #stray kids smut #han jisung x reader #han jisung smut #han jisung x dom!reader #sub!jisung x dom!reader #skz x reader #sub!skz x dom!reader

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I.O.U. [pinky promise]

SUMMARY: minho’s fear of heights is not alone, because airplanes are also in the equation. but rest assured, lovely strangers like you are there to help him.

TAGGING! @evermourning, i finally finished minho’s vers <3 hope you like it!

TW: slight panic attack, mentions of anxiety, mentions of aerophobia (fear of flying), swearing, [still fluff af].

WC: 3.1k

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Everyone that knew a bit of StrayKids and their members knew for a fact that their second oldest hyung had a problem with heights. But, added to the issue, planes where also not really a comfortable idea for the cat owner, as mandatory as they were for his career path.

“We’re on the airport, can we go back now?” He’d joke everytime they had to travel, sometimes earning small giggles from Jisung, Hyunjin or Felix, or teasing groans from Seungmin.

They had been informed that this airplane’s rows had space for two people per row. Normally the situation would be handled by sitting one of the members next to him, and he was fine with that.

“Oh, the seat 16A can’t be used due to its condition in case of evacuation. Excuse us for the late notice, we’ll find you other seat right away.”

Fuck.

Shit.

Fuck.

He had simply nodded, looking at his only hyung with anxiousness on his eyes. Yongbok hugged his arm while Han held his hand tight.

“It’ll be ok, Minho hyung.” Jeongin tried to comfort him. He smiled weakly, wishing for the youngest to be right, but deep down, he knew it was bullshit. He felt dizzy, and he hadn’t even got on the damn plane to begin with. Chan offered to trade seats, but all truth be told, he felt like he needed to do this one on his own. He liked that the members supported him, but he didn’t want to be babied. Even if he would complain about the alleged “lack of empathy” the group had with him —always in a teasing manner— he declined the offer nicely.

He left Felix’s side once the row 16 was behind him, seating in one of the two seats in row 21, as far as he could from the window, even though he could still see the finger connected to the plane and some people coming inside it. He knew that Changbin and Seungmin weren’t far away from him. He’d be ok. Yeah. He could do this. He was Lee Know, pro idol. He had to hold back the awkward giggle that the thought gave him, and snorted lowly.

“Sorry, can I…?” You trailed off, apologetically pointing to the seat next to him. He smiled sheepishly and nodded, feeling his tongue stuck, and connected it to because of how nervous he was, letting you pass through. You sat next to him, smiled kindly and then looked down at your phone.

He stared at you for a bit, a bit jealous of how calm you looked. He was on the edge, thinking of walking out and paying for a taxi. From Australia to Korea? Nevermind. On a second thought, he would pay for a fucking submarine. Or autostop… with boats. Or swim.

At this point, he wasn’t sure if he would mind drowning too much.

“First time flying? You look kinda nervous, mate.” You joked lightly, taking one of your headphones off when you noticed his eyes on you, his fidgeting and his shaky leg.

He noticed an Australian accent rolling off your tone, and the known sound made him relax a bit.

“Oh… s-sorry… eh, no, actually. It’s just… It’s for work, but I don’t really… enjoy…flying.” He stumbled on his words, his hands traveling below his thighs. He felt them cold. And sweaty.

God, this was going to be the death of him.

“Damn. That’s tough. Sorry for you, bud.” You sighed, sharing the shittyness of his situation.

“It’s fine, I guess. You? Work related?” He never was in the mood for initiating small talk, but he desperately needed to cling onto something so he would just stop thinking about the fucking plane.

“Nah. Visited the family, going back home now.” You smiled at him, trying to comfort him a bit. “Hope they pay you well if they make you fly.” You laughed.

He giggled slighlty, and nodded. “Not to brag, but that they do. At least I have that.” You laughed at his honesty.

You presented yourself in hopes of making him feel less awkward. With a slight hesitation, you ended up adding. “Just, don’t be afraid of pulling my headphones off or anything if you need. It’s ok to be scared, mate,” you mentioned with a calm smile. “You know, my sister is terrified of heights. I know its not the same… but stilll. ‘M used to it.”

Minho looked at you as if you had fallen straight from Heaven, all for the right reasons. “…pretty name. Uh. Yeah.” He mumbled messily, to which you laughed. He smiled. “Lee Minho. Don’t tempt me too much, ‘cause I might destroy the seat in a panic attack.”

You giggled, and that lowered the burden on his shoulders a bit.

The conversation died, turning in a comfortable silence, but Minho regained conciense of his surroundings once the plane started working, the vibration of the motors all through the plane. He started shaking his leg anxiously, picking the skin between his fingers. Unbeknownst to him, his breathing pace quickened by minutes. He could hear his heartbeat right on his ears.

Fuck, he couldn’t do this.

He couldn’t-

“Hey, Minho, you there?”

Your soft tone of voice brought him back for a second. You noticed how he eyed to the window behind you, so you closed it. You took out of your pocket your headphones, and bended down to your backpack just to take other headphones and an adapter, plugged it to your phone and gestured to him.

“Care to miss the evacuating instructions? If it makes you feel any better, I know them by heart. Pinky promise.”

He smiled lightly, a tad embarassed, still, a small chuckle left his lips as he took the headphones.

“You choose or I choose?”

He seemed troubled, a bit lightheaded, subconciously focusing more on the plane than anything else.

“We’ll take turns, then.” You smiled.

You played music by presing the shuffle button on your liked songs, skipping until you’d find something to listen to. Bruno Mars came along, and you let it be. It was a safe choice, right? Who doesn’t like Bruno Mars?

When Finesse started playing on his headphones, Minho failed holding back a smile. The known melody caressed his mind, the shaking now turned to tapping to the rythm. You smiled and let him be, feeling better now that your flightmate didn’t look like he wanted to die before departure, and happy that you had been able to help.

You left your phone on your leg, clinging your arm on the the armrest in between both of you. He tried to get comfortable, just to find your hand in the same place as his. He quickly apologized, pink tinting his cheeks, and you brushed it off with a sympathetic smile.

But then, the airplane started going faster, and faster, and the music wasn’t able to cover the sound that the air made when crashing to the metal walls of the aircraft. Minho felt on the edge of a heart attack, and in a desperate cry to just calm down he gripped your wrist, to which you turned your arm to hold his hand properly, caressing his palm with your thumb. It reminded him of what Yongbok used to do, and the familiar thougth calmed his dizzy, crowded mind for a few seconds.

“Hey champ, we’re on air.”

Again, your voice made him open his eyes, ones he didn’t realise he had closed, and suddenly, he recognised the new melody that was playing for both of you.

“…Wonder Girls?” He whispered, staring deeply into your eyes.

You blinked repeatedly, confused, then smiled. “Oh, yeah. You don’t like it? You can change the music if you want…”

“No…! It’s… it’s ok.”

Minho found himself forgetting about flying, focused on the music, without being able to notice his small smile and pink colored cheeks nor how he was humming to the melody.

Half of the flight had passed, which meant 5 hours had passed and other 5 were left. Minho had fallen asleep, one of the headphones hanging low on his neck, the other one threatening to fall down.

Turbulence shook the aircraft slightly, enough for the sleeping beauty to move, head falling to your shoulder. You tensed up, blushed, then relaxed and leaned into him, effort settled on trying to find a position that wouldn’t mean infinite neck pain the moment he would wake up.

“Don’t worry too much. He owes you a big one, but he’s a heavy sleeper. Plane could fall down and he wouldn’t notice.” Another strong-looking young man with black, slightly-curled hair joked. He was waiting in line for the bathroom. He was strangely wearing a black rain hat, inside of the plane. You thought of it as extravagant, but brushed it off.

“Oh, you know him?” You questioned with a small smile.

He giggled, and you knew he was smiling underneath his black mask because of the creases close to his eyes. “You could say that, yeah,” he teased. “We work together.”

“That makes me feel better. He seemed quite nervous before.”

“I hope he isn’t giving you any trouble…” he mentioned with an awkward tone.

“Not at all, mate! Don’t sweat, he’s really kind. Wish my coworkers were this nice.”

He blinked, eyes big, surprise pampered all over the features you could see. “Kind?”

“Yeah…?” You answered with doubt in your tone.

“No… it’s just that, mind you, but no one really describes Minho hyung as kind. Not by a first impression, really... no, but he is, yeah. ‘M glad you noticed, otherwise the trip could be very long.”

You giggled lowly, still slightly confused but happy that at least Minho wasn’t traveling completely on his own.

“Oh, sorry. Seo Changbin.” He tilted his hat on your direction, and you snorted while presenting yourself.

“G’day, mate.” You winked.

“See ya, Aussie.” He teased.

You’d kept on reading in your phone, Minho snuggling into you from time to time which made your cheeks pink as you laughed as lowly as you could, because sleeping when afraid of flying was really one of the best medicines, but suddenly noticed the belt sign turning on. Windows still fully blue, you sighed at the thought of turbulence coming. So you wouldn’t need to move Minho, you clung your feet to your backpack and stuffed everything inside of it, leaving only your small blanket and phone outside, alongside with the pair of headphones. You’d taken Minho’s a while ago, as they had fallen onto his lap.

The armrest was pushed back so Minho could lay on your shoulder better, and you doubted if you should lower it down. You definetely didn’t want to wake him up, that’s for sure. The plane started shaking, enough for anyone to notice, but you focused on putting Minho’s belt on, finally decided on lowering the armrest, setting his arm first and then you made yours link to his as smoothly as you could, holding hands.

You noticed that as the airplane trembled, Minho was waking up.

“Minho, you up?” You whispered, your warm breath on his neck giving him chills.

He tensed up, squeezing your hand as soon as he noticed his surroundings shaking. He suddenly felt small, anxious and in total danger.

“Minho, can you hear me? If you feel like you can’t answer, nod.”

He nodded.

“I want you to concentrate on my voice, can you do that?”

His grip on your hand got tighter as the aircraft kept shaking, but he nodded.

“Do you know how airplanes fight off turbulences?”

“N-no…” he mumbled.

“Basically, the usual protocol is to avoid them.” You started speaking softly into his ear, barely a murmur, tracing shapes with your fingers on the back of his hands and the part of his forearms that could be seen because of the sleeves of his shirt, rolled up just below his elbows.

“There are two ways of dealing with them.” You looked at him, noticing how his eyes were fixiated on the movements your hand made, making you move your gaze to the bracelet he was wearing. “One, they are prepared for it and they avoid it.”

“What if they aren’t prepared?” He mumbled, fear showing through his weak tone. You smiled, because he was trying to pay attention to you and at least a bit less to the airplane.

“Then the pilot goes above or below it, that’s why you feel like the plane is going up or down really fast. But it’s a controlled move.” You noted. “You’re not in danger, Minho.”

He suddenly nuzzled into your neck, trying to hold back tears. He felt safer, but still, his heartbeat kept running like crazy, beating so loud that he could hear it in his ears. Breathing turned like a complicated task as he struggled to keep calm.

“Follow my breathing, Minho. I need you to do that, ok?”

You started breathing in and out at a really slow pace, noticing him following you despite trembling from crying silently into the crook of your neck. A small voice in your head whispered a question, and for a moment you agreeded, because why wasn’t this a bit awkward? Why were you feeling all flustered and worried over someone you met less than 10 hours ago?

The turbulence went away, and the plane stopped shaking.

You moved the hand that was free, the other still holding Minho’s, and you softly stroked his hair. He moved his head back from you a bit, just enough for you to notice the tears on his cheeks. You quickly wiped them away and smiled.

“It’s ok, Minho. It’s over.”

He blushed and nodded, eyes glossy as he leaned back on his seat, his cold hand never leaving your warm one, trying to calm himself. Thank God you were there.

“I’m-“

“Don’t you dare apologize,” you threatened in a teasing manner. “You’re ok. It’s no big deal, really.”

He felt heat rush to his face as a smile plastered in your features. He closed his eyes, flustered, and eventually fell asleep again.

The plane landed while he was sleep. You wondered how much could a person sleep, because out of the ten hours of flight, he slept for almost 6 of them, when you could only manage to rest for 3.

“Hey, sleeping beauty, you made it.” He looked at you, as if something was different, as you walked through his legs to go get your suitcase from the compartment above.

“I didn’t wake up for landing?” He asked softly, voice a bit raspy.

“Nope. Slept through it like a lucky motherfucker,” you laughed.

He started tiding up his stuff in his backpack and thanked when you gave him his own luggage.

“It was a pleasure to meet ya. I’ll see ya again. G’day!”

Minho froze as you walked away. He felt a little sting on his chest, one he didn’t quite understand as he shook his head sideways as joined the rest of the group outside.

But then, a femenine voice called.

“Chris!”

He recognized that voice. That voice that had lulled him to sleep, to a state of calmness that he had never achieved before in an airplane.

“Mate!”

You and Chris shook hands vigorously, patting each other’s backs.

After all, how could you forget your co-star in that tv add from years ago? Your mom still had contact with his mom —as weird as it can sound— and still made funny remarks about it; a long-lasting joke in the family by now.

“I knew your name sounded familiar!” You smiled to Changbin, starting some sort of small talk as the fellow Aussie presented each member.

Yeah. Minho scoffed.

Luck? Most likely?

Unbelievable.

Of course you knew Chan. Everyone knew Chan, for fuck’s sake. He directed himself to Han and Jeongin, not thinking about the fuzzy feeling on his hands when he eyed to yours, as if wanting to hold them again.

What the fuck? What was going on with him?

Their security came by pretty fast, allowing you to tag along with them as it was too early in the morning for anyone to really care. The members walked in front of you, who was ‘caching up’ with Chan.

“So? What do you think?” Chan asked in the strongest accent he could, as a way of making it harder for the rest to understand.

“He’s brave. And kind. I’m surprised he didn’t kick me for being too nosy or touchy.” He gave you a look as he wiggled his eyebrows, and you pushed him teasingly as he giggled. “Shut up, you cunt. You’re lucky I was on the plane.”

“Thanks, mate. I owe you one.” He mentioned sincerely. “And Minho does, too.” He teased, winking at you.

Because it wasn’t mere coincidence the fact that you were so nice to Minho, helping him out. You’d recognised the name, and his face looked thoroughly familiar. As soon as the idol fell asleep you texted your friend, hoping he was using the airplane’s wifi. He replied asking for a favour, for you to take care of the pretty man till landing, because Chris was quite worried about him.

You walked with them until they reached the cars prepared for the group. And when he was just about to run the whole hallway to ask you to wait, begging for someone, anyone, to do something about how the fuck was anything of this even possible or real, you turned and hugged Chan, waving goodbye to the members from outside the car.

Minho and you locked gazes, and you quickly pointed to your left wrist with your cheeks turning pink, leaving the parking and walking towards your own vehicle.

He didn’t understand, but remained looking to your figure from the distance and how it became smaller and smaller while they were exiting the airport.

“What’s that, hyung?”

He turned around to face Jeongin, who was chewing some strawberry gum that the members were passing around for regulating the pressure after the flight, and looked to where he was pointing: his left wrist.

Tied to his black bracelet, the one you’d been fidgeting with, there was a small, light blue ribbon. Something clicked on his head as he now knew what was different: your hair was resting on your shoulders when he woke up. He untied it with utter care on his movements, causing a slight surprise on Jeongin, and Hyunjin —as we all know, curiosity killed the dumpling.

Since when did their hyung took so much care in something so small?

“Well? What is it?” Hyunjin asked.

Minho held back a smile as he read what was scribbled on the small fabric.

‘Think my name’s pretty? I think you’ll like this better.’

Followed by… a phone number.

He smiled, flustered. He didn’t like it.

He loved it.

~kats, who wanted to post because IDK, HAPPY NEW YEAR!!1!1!!1!1!!11

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hyunniesgirl · 5 months

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Another Love | part 3

Summary: you've been hopelessly in love with Han since you were children. One night you confess your feelings to him.

Words count: 5,082

Warnings: do I even have to warn you guys about angst at this point?

A/N: this is not proofread because I'm sleepy, tomorrow I'll probably come back and fix the things that should be fixed.

I'm planning two or three more parts for this fic.

Seungmin got home after work and awkwardly told you he found a new roommate, it's a friend from his highschool time.

“That's great”, you tell him, even though you're worried, because that means you have to go back home and you just don't know if you're ready yet.

“I asked him for two weeks, so I could settle everything, so take your time”, he says and you nod.

That is a good amount of time, Jeongho is coming to see you in two days and you're really looking forward to seeing him. You find yourself already missing the man even though it's barely two weeks since you last saw him last.

Things with Jeongho are going slowly but great, he's sweet and makes sure you're comfortable with every advance he makes. You can't deny, being the object of affection of such a handsome and interesting person is flattering.

“Do you wanna go out before I move out? We can go watch a movie or eat something nice, it's on me”, you ask while watching him walk to his room.

“That would be nice, I'll check my schedule and we can set the date”, he tells you before closing the door to his bedroom.

You're so grateful to Seungmin, if it wasn't for him you would have been forced to stay living with Jisung after he rejected you, or you would have had to rent a crap apartment on short notice so you could have a place to stay without bothering anyone.

Speaking of the devil, it's the first time in a few days you're thinking about Jisung and you realize how relieved you are. It makes you believe things are finally looking up for you.

Living in Japan, Jeongho can only come to see you on weekends when he's not working. So you basically spend two weekends a month with him, it's not perfect but at the same time you two decided to take things slowly so you're taking your time to actually develop your feelings for him. What doesn't take very long.

You're not sure if it's because you were deprived of an actual romantic relationship for quite some time or if it happens to be like that because Jeongho is such a warm person to be around, but you just know you like him.

You are at the airport, waiting for him to arrive. When people start coming out of the gate, you tiptoe trying to find him in the crowd.

He's doing the same as you, but being taller it's not so difficult for him to find you. You jump and wave with your arms even though you know he already saw you, but you're just too excited to see him.

“And here I thought it would be difficult finding you”, he stops in front of you while you throw your arms around his neck and squeeze him into your embrace.

“I missed you”, you tell him. He chuckles, bringing his hands up and cupping your face, lightly brushing his lips on yours before landing the most sweet kiss.

“I missed you too”, he tells you, connecting your foreheads. You smile brightly, feeling warm.

You really like Jeongho, and that makes you wonder how your life would have been if you had said yes to him in middle school.

“Let's go”, you say, intertwining you fingers with him, “you have to rest because I have lots of fun planned for us”

He nods, paying attention to every word you say while you tell him some of the things you want to do during the weekend.

You stay in his hotel since you can't take him to sleep on Seungmin's sofa. You two ask for room service and talk about everything—his life in Japan, his work, your major, your tutoring and how things are going now that you will have to go back to live with Jisung.

“How are you feeling about that?” He asks, while you eat.

“Honestly, I don't know”, you tell him. “But I'm pretty confident, things are different now, I even have a hot boyfriend”, you joke, making him choke on his food.

“I don't remember being asked out”, he says, raising one eyebrow.

“Well, I thought it was a giving”, you shrug, biting on your burger, “since you're down bad for me”

He laughs out loud, throwing his head back.

“I'm not saying you're wrong, but you could be a little more humble”, he tells you, grabbing a napkin and whipping the ketchup off of the corner of your lips.

“Don't you think I've been humble enough for like a decade?”

“You got a point”

You soon finish your dinner and turn on the TV so you can watch a movie. It's just comfortable being with Jeongho, he makes the storm that usually is your mind become a light rain.

The next day is packed, you wake him up at 9 a.m. knowing it's going to be difficult to take him out of bed, especially when he keeps holding you and trying to make you stay in his warm embrace.

“We have to go”, you tell him, trying to escape from his heavy arm around your waist.

“Just more five minutes”, he asks, snuggling his head in the crock of your neck.

You really do want to stay like this with him, but you can't be swayed, you two have a full schedule that must be fulfilled.

“Jeongho, we must go or we are going to lose my first surprise”, you pout.

“Surprise?” He asks, backing away to look at you.

“Yes, I prepared a lot of things for us to do this weekend”, you give him a smug smile, “I didn't tell you half of it yesterday”

“Hm, that does sound interesting”, the hold on your waist tightens, making your body press even more against his. Jeongho lands a kiss on your cheek, then on your neck, going slower, “but you'll have to give me more than that to convince me that anything you planned is better than this”, you gasp feeling his hot breath hitting on your skin.

“I-”, you're not sure if you want to go out anymore, after feeling his soft lips again. “Babe”, you whisper, almost giving up when he flinches, backing away again. He is blushing.

“Did you just call me ‘babe’?” He asks flustered and you nod, smiling sheepishly.

“I mean, if you don't like it-”

“Of course I like it”, he answers fast, sitting on the bed. “Let's go, if you keep this up I won't let you get out of this bed for the whole weekend”, he tells you, getting up.

That offer does sound tempting, you sigh, but you two really do have lots to do.

Jeongho is not your first boyfriend, you didn't spend years pining over Jisung just waiting. Trying to get over him one way or another, you had your fair share of relationships, they just quite never made you feel like it was enough.

Until now. Jeongho easily swept you off your feet, liking him is just natural.

“Say cheese”, he asks while taking a selfie of you two, you're resting in a cafe after walking for hours.

“You really do like taking pictures”, you say and he nods.

“I do, especially when I'm with the second prettiest woman in the world”, he tells you.

You chuckle.

“May I presume that the number one is your mother?”

“Of course, dear. Who else could compete with you?”, he jokes, making you roll your eyes.

Jeongho’s name is called and he excuses himself to go to the counter to get your orders. This cafe you're visiting just opened, it is pretty popular and always crowded. You were only able to secure a table for your date because Hanna has a friend who works at the cafe and they were able to reserve it for you.

You hear the noise from the bell on the door and lift your eyes out of your phone to look at it, meeting Jisung's eyes.

What is he doing here?

“I didn't want to say it, but I think the cake you make is prettier than this one”, you hear Jeongho's voice, making you turn away to look at him, praying that your best friend won't try to talk to you.

Jeongho is much more sensible than you think, he picks up on your sudden stiffness and the awkwardness on your face, looking around to find out what happened. He sees Jisung coming in your direction hand in hand with a girl.

His right hand moves fast to the hand you have on the table, and his left one lands on your back, giving you reassurance.

“Jisung, it's been a while”, Jeongho says, voice more stern than you're used to, making you look at his face again, to see him almost glaring at your friend.

“Jeongho”, Han smiles, glancing at the hand your boyfriend has over yours and noticing how close you're from each other, “I thought you lived in Japan”, he points out.

“I do, but I come often to visit my girlfriend”, Jeongho smiles pretentiously.

“Your what now?” Han asks him, but he's looking at you, “last time I checked you haven't seen each other for almost ten years”

You turn your hand around, interlacing your fingers with Jeongho.

“Well, it has been a while since you last checked”, you answer, confidently.

Jisung's stand falters and the frown in his face is just priceless but you feel bad that he had to find out this way.

“Why are you being so awkward”, Lia says, glaring at him, “you should be happy for them”

She smiles at you.

“I'm happy for you, y/n, please take good care of her”, she tells Jeongho and he smiles kindly at her. “We will be on our way, then”

You have known Lia for a few months now. She was always nice to you, going to the apartment all the time and you thought her and Jisung to be just friends until you saw him smiling when he picked up her call, the same smile you have coveted for so long, wishing you were the one in the receiving end of that smile.

But you never were.

There's no reason for you to dislike her just because she is with him, now you have your own love and you don't need to wish for the affection of someone that doesn't have it in them to give it to you.

“Well, that was awkward”, Jeongho's voice takes you out of your daze. “Are you alright?”, he asks, bending down to be closer to you.

You smile at him, giving him a peck on the lips.

“I'm good, I have you”, you tell him. The man smiles brightly, tilting his head while looking at you lovingly.

“Now I'm thinking you're the one who's down bad for me”, he scoffs playfully, standing up and sitting in front of you.

“I can't confirm nor deny”, you say, winking at him. “What I can confirm is that the cake I bake is prettier than this one”, you bring back what he told you before.

“That's what I'm telling you!” He says excitedly, forgetting about Jisung, and honestly, you do too.

Why is she laughing so much? Is he even that funny? Or is she just trying to win his favor? Those are the thoughts Jisung has in his head while waiting for his order to get ready, he can't stop stealing glances at you, he misses your smiles and your laugh, there was a time he was the main reason for that beautiful sound to come out of your mouth.

“They look good together”, Lia's voice never sounded so annoying to him, what is she even talking about? You and Jeongho don't look good at all.

He gets up when his name is called, going to the counter to pick up his order and walking outside to meet Lia after. He can't stop thinking about you, if you hadn't gone away he would be the first person to know about you and Jeongho. It's just weird for him not being the first person you tell things to, that's what is bothering him he's sure of it.

The fact that he couldn't listen to anything Lia said throughout their whole date honestly worries him, Jisung has no idea what's happening to him and why he's acting this way towards the girl he was so into a few months ago.

He tries to bury himself in work, doing everything to stop thinking. He's afraid of what he's going to find out if he dig any deeper trying to understand his feelings.

You're in front of your apartment, you know the passcode and you know Jisung is not there at that moment but you just can't move. You have your huge bag hanging on your shoulder and another one on the floor, the only thing you have to do is go inside, so why is it so terrifying? The other time you went there to pick your books and some clothes, you didn't feel this way.

Was it because you knew you were not staying? Or was it because you and your best friend were on better terms at the time? Maybe you should just rent a crap apartment and go live alone. But how are you going to explain that to your parents? You can’t run away from Jisung your whole life, he is your best friend.

“Oh dear, were you traveling?” You hear the voice of the old lady who lives right next door.

You turn around, putting the sweetest smile you have on your lips.

“Hello, Mrs. Park, I was visiting a friend”, you half lie.

“Oh, that sounds like fun”, she giggles, “are you having trouble going inside?”

“Actually, Jisung changed the password and forgot to tell me”, you smile, lying through your teeth now, “I'm waiting for him to answer my texts”

She nods.

“Oh, your generation don't like to call, right? If I were you, I would call him until he picked up”, she jokes, “would you like to come inside to wait? You're going to get tired by just standing there”

You breathe, relieved, you know it's just a temporary measure but you'll take any opportunity not to enter your apartment yet.

“I would love to”, you answer her, grabbing the bag from the floor and following her inside.

Her apartment has pretty much the same layout as yours, but the decoration couldn't be any more different. She has lots of trinkets, frames and a clock hanging on the wall. There are a lot of pictures of her children and grandchildren.

“What about your husband?” You ask, sitting on the sofa while watching her going through the kitchen and putting some water to boil.

“He's visiting his brother in the countryside”, she answers. Your eyes wander around the room, landing on a frame with a beautiful couple. The picture looks old as it has a lot of aging marks.

“Oh, it's me and my husband”, Mrs. Park says, making you flinch to hear her so close to you. She has a proud smile on her lips. “Quite a handsome couple, weren't we?” She points out and you nod.

“Yes, a very charming couple”

She sighs, putting the tray with the teacups on the table in the center of the room.

“You know, he was my best friend”, she sits on the sofa, pointing to the other side for you to do the same, “I didn't always see him as a man, you know? I was in love with someone else at the time he confessed”

You stare at her, not sure what she's trying to say.

“But that guy broke my heart and he was there to pick it up and I fell in love”, she completes, with loving eyes.

“I'm not sure if I understand”, you say, feeling strangely uncomfortable.

“I'm telling you that the person you like may take a bit of time to understand his feelings”, she smiles kindly, “but I'm sure he will come to his senses”

You drop your eyes to your hands, fidgeting with your fingers. You're sure the old lady is only telling you that so you can feel better, but you don't feel like that at all. You don't want Jisung to like you now, you are exhausted from waiting for him.

“Your story is amazing, Mrs. Park”, you tell her, “but I already have someone who's absolutely sure of his feelings for me”, you stand, “I don't think I'll have to wait for another love”

She stares at you for a moment, analyzing you, trying to guess if you're being serious. Then, she smiles, standing too.

“I'm glad you came to that conclusion, honey”, she gets closer, patting you on the back. “Did Jisung send you the password?”, she asks, seeing you collect your bags.

“Yes, I have everything I need to go back home”, you say, thanking her for the hospitality.

You take a few deep breaths before pressing the password on the lock of your door. The house is the same as it was when you last went there.

You put your things in your room, unpacking your belongings and putting everything in place. You go to the living room, opening the glass door to the balcony so some air can circulate inside, you're sure Jisung spent his days out and didn't worry about opening the house a bit.

You go to the kitchen, there's nothing in the freezer, you already knew that you'd find it empty so it's time to go grocery shopping.

You're in the middle of the vegetables section when your phone buzzes. Looking at the device, you see Jeongho's name lightening the screen.

“Hey”, you answer, smiling.

“Hello, my love”, he says, you hear heavy breathing in the back of the call.

“Is everything okay?” You ask, worried.

“Yeah, I was hitting the gym and they called me from the office saying they needed me”, he sighs, rustling at the other side of the line.

“If you're in a hurry why are you calling me?” You ask, frowning.

“Of course, it's because I told you I would call you in the afternoon”, he tells you like it's the most obvious thing in the world and you giggle, feeling the happiest at that moment, warmth growing on your chest.

“You could have just texted me”, you tell him.

“Then I wouldn't be able to hear your sweet voice”, you're sure he has that flirty playful smile on his lips while saying that.

You sigh, leaning on a shelf from the store.

“I miss you”, you tell him.

On the other side of the line Jeongho stops on his tracks, smiling to himself while fidgeting.

“Me too, I can't wait to see you next weekend”, he says, “I was thinking maybe we could have dinner with all your friends so I can be officially introduced?”

“Yeah, that would be great”, you say, “I'll talk to them”

“Okay, I have to go now but I'll text you later”

It's great having someone who actually reciprocates your feelings, much better, someone you're so into as Jeongho.

You walk out of the elevator struggling to carry the groceries, finding a feminine figure hovering over your door. When she turns around, you recognize Lia.

“Hey”, you frown, did Jisung not tell her he was out?

“Y/N, hey!” She says, smiling at you. “Here, let me help you”, she says, grabbing two bags out of your hands.

“Thank you!” You say, “Jisung is not home right now, but come inside to wait for him, I don't think he's going to take long”

You open the door, giving space for her to walk in and then close the door.

“I'm sorry about showing up unannounced”, she smiles sheepishly, putting the bags on the table in the kitchen. “I texted Jisung but he didn't see my texts, I just wanted to give this to him”, she says, taking a pot out of her bag.

“Oh, okay”, you take it from her hands and turn around, putting it in the fridge.

“You can have some, I made a lot”, she says awkwardly and you smile at her.

“Thank you, Lia. Are you sure you don't want to wait?” You ask, looking at the mirror, you're sure he will be home soon and if she stays it's less of an opportunity for you to speak to him.

“I have class”, she sighs, “can you tell him to call me?”

“Sure, I'll tell him”, you nod. She starts walking to the door and you accompany her, saying goodbye and watching her enter the elevator, waving goodbye to you while the doors are closing.

You're sure you could have been friends if things were different. You sigh, rolling up the sleeves of your shirt while going back inside.

You brought a lot of vegetables, they all need to be washed before being put in the fridge, so you start taking them out of the bags to organize everything.

You have the sink’s tap running and some music playing on your phone, so when the door is opened and a tired Jisung enters the house you don't seem to notice.

He stares at you as if you're a mirage, happiness overflowing in his chest with your presence back home. He watches as you hum to the song playing, a few strands of your hair falling on your face.

With a bowl of vegetables ready to be stored, you turn around bumping into your best friend, making you jump.

“When did you get here?” You ask, with your hand on your chest, heart beating fast, not sure if it's because of the surprise or because you're finally facing him.

“I just got here”, he lies, he can't tell you it's been minutes he's there watching you.

You nod, opening the fridge to store the vegetables, trying to avoid his gaze. Not sure of how to act now that you're back.

“Oh, Lia stopped by and left you this”, you point to the pot.

“I'm sorry, I didn't know she was going to come here”, he starts explaining and you frown.

“There's no reason for you to apologize, she's your girlfriend”, you answer nonchalantly and he steps back, feeling a sudden ache in his chest. You're not even looking at him while saying that, but why is it that you look so unbothered? Are you really over him? That's what he wanted, so why doesn't he feel relieved?

“She's not my girlfriend”, he tells you, frowning. You finally look at him, he's staring at you like he expects something from you. You don't know what he wants and you sure don't have the energy to try and find out.

“Anyway”, you say, closing the fridge, “I'm sure she'll be your girlfriend soon, you can bring her anytime you want don't mind me”

“Won't you feel uncomfortable?” He asks, fidgeting uncomfortably.

“Not at all”, you grab your phone and put it in your pocket, ready to go take a shower. “I plan on bringing my boyfriend a lot here, so it won't be fair to you if you can't do the same”

You flash him a smile before heading to your room. You're acting the same as you did before your confession, so why does it make him so miserable now?

“So, does he want to ask for your hand in marriage or something like that?” Felix asks, making you and Hannah choke on your drinks, while Hyunjin and Minho laugh at your reaction. “I'm just asking!”

“No, why would you even think that?”, you chuckle.

“It's such a formal thing to have dinner like this”, Seungmin points out, “normal people just arrange a meeting at a cafe or something like that”

“He likes y/n, he must not be right in the head”, Jeongin says and you smack him in the head, making him pout.

“I think it's cute that he wants to meet you all formally”, you say.

“I think it's nice too”, Hannah supports you, “if you guys don't wanna go just say it”

“Now, we didn't say that”, Minho says. “It's just a bit weird to finally meet a boyfriend you actually like. Especially since we all thought Hannie would fall in love with you eventually”

You nod, sighing and feeling a bit upset with his comment, but you know it's impossible for people to forget you were in love with Jisung for more than a decade.

“Yeah, I get where you're coming from, but I'm happy with Jeongho and I want you all to meet him and know how great he is”

Minho nods.

“Yeah, okay. Then, I guess I'll have to give him the ‘dad talk’”, he says seriously and everyone laughs at your terrified face.

“Please don't”, you beg him.

You get home earlier than expected, Jisung is not home yet so you have the house to yourself for a bit. A long, hot shower is everything you need to relax. It's been a long week with awkward interactions between you and Jisung, you kept trying to avoid him, at least until you feel comfortable like you used to.

You spend too much time organizing your wardrobe, when you look at the time you realize how late it is. So you grab a towel and hurry to the bathroom, trying to get back to your room before Jisung gets home.

The hot water does wonders to you, even though you have to take a quick shower, it helps a lot with your sore muscles from stress.

When you wrap yourself in the towel and your clothes are nowhere to be found, you know you fucked up. It's even worse when you hear the beeps at the door, fucking hell. Things are already awkward, if you walk out of this bathroom in only a piece of fabric, things will be even worse.

You can tell Jisung is in the kitchen because you can hear him walking around, opening the cabinets and humming to some music while setting the table. You're sure you can just run to your room and he'll never know this happened.

That would be a great plan, actually, if Han wasn't knocking on your room's door exactly when you got out of the bathroom.

He turns around, with a big smile on his face that automatically dies down the moment he sees you. Your life is so fucked up, really. You have been living together for three years, of course he had seen you in only a towel before but things were inevitably different now. Maybe he thinks you did this on purpose?

"Ahm-", you're trying to explain yourself, you can tell he's speechless, "I was trying to shower before you arrived and happened to forget to take my clothes with me", you say, smiling sheepishly.

"Oh, yeah", he answers, stepping aside so you can enter your room. "You can come eat when you're done, I brought pizza", he says and you nod, walking fast into your room and locking the door.

From now on you'll have a checklist of things you have to take to the bathroom when showering so your dumbass doesn't forget about the most important thing: clothes.

Han feels his ears getting warmer, you look somehow different, he just can't tell exactly what changed. Every other time you saw him in a towel or the other way around, you both would brush it off and laugh about it, why does he feel so embarrassed now?

"Did you change your hair?" He asks, your mouth is full so you can't answer him right away.

"No? Maybe it grew a bit"

"That must be it", he nods.

Yeah, it's definitely her hair that's different, he thinks.

"I'll do the dishes, you must be tired after practicing all day", you say, gathering the plates.

Han nods, getting up and telling you he's going to take a shower.

The image of the drops of water running from your hair through your neck and chest and disappearing in the soft fabric is the first thing that comes to Jisung's mind when the hot water hits his skin.

Where you always like that? Your skin looked so soft, he felt the urge to caress it, what would your reaction be if he touched you?

Han frowns, why the hell is he thinking about that? He must be crazy, it's the only reasonable answer.

The fact that another date with Lia went by and Jisung couldn't pay attention to a word she said makes it clear to him that things are not the same between them and that he doesn't want to keep things going as they are.

“I think we shouldn't see each other anymore”, he says, when they arrive at her apartment. Lia's hands stop before she can open the door and she turns around slowly, looking at Jisung.

“What are you talking about?” She asks, leaning on the door, staring at the guy she likes. He sighs, trying to come up with a good explanation for the reason he wants to end things.

“I just, don't feel the same anymore”, he looks at his feet, not able to look her in the eyes yet.

She is staring at him, crossed arms in front of her chest, trying to hold the tears, trying not to break.

“You have been acting indifferent to me for quite some time now”, she points out, with a bitter smile on her lips. “I should have ended things when I first noticed it, I guess I just like you that much, huh”, she completes, taking a deep breath.

“I'm sorry”, Han sighs, finally looking at her, “I didn't mean to hurt you”

“Yeah”, she scoffs, “Is it because of y/n?”

Jisung's eyes widen.

“It was always quite clear that she liked you”, she completes, before he can say anything. “I just didn't pay any mind to it because you guys have been friends for such a long time”

“It's not like that-”, he tries to argue.

“That day at the cafe you couldn't take your eyes out of her and that guy”, she points out, “she liked you for so long and right when she finds someone else you start liking her?” Lia scoffs, feeling the tears brimming in her eyes.

“I don't like her like that”, he says and the girl rolls her eyes.

“Yeah, keep telling yourself that”, she says before turning around and entering her apartment, closing the door in his face.

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𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 - minsung.

pairing: Han Jisung x Lee Minho x fem!reader

genre: smut, consensual threesome, bffs to fwb

word count: 3k

warnings: mention of using aphrodisiac chocolate, possessive behaviours, jisung and minho are a little manipulative, spit kink, using of pet names, they guys calls yn slut twice, sub yn, dom minho, switch jisung, dirty talks, oral receiving (m to f), double penetration, breeding.

summary: y/n is jisung's best friend, and everybody knows that with jisung's pack, you have also Minho's pack. They are always together, they share everything.. and everyone.

"This is a bad idea," you murmur, as you walk right beside Jisung, to entering the airport. Around you two the staff and the bodyguards with the other members are walking in the check-in area, ready to go straight to the lounge of the VIP section.

"Why?"

"Stays doesn't really like me," taking the decision to go with Jisung, your best friend, with his teammates and the staff for the concert in Tokyo wasn't the right idea. You know Jisung since you were a little kid, you guys just can read each other's thoughts. "Oh c'mon, they like you."

“They don’t,” Minho talks, right beside you, now you’re between Jisung and Minho and this doesn’t change the things, its just make it worse. “See?”

You say pointing at the fact that Minho just showed - a really annoyed face. Not that he doesn’t like Stays, he just knows them better, he pays more attention that he shares. Jisung roll his eyes and sigh, shaking his head, “well better, more for me,” Jisung whispers blushing lightly, hoping that you didn’t actually hear what he said, and you didn’t in fact. But Minho heard, Minho heard and he’s smirking.

"also, I appreciate that you guys want me around, I just, wanted it really clear," the two guys just chuckles at your words, making everything even more comfortable for you.

You met Jisung before Minho, a really nice guy. Always around with his headphones, flirty, making you feel like more than just friends. You know. It’s clear. But you guys never talked about being something, it would be too weird. Or that's what you think. He just knows that he would be the best boyfriend for you, he would move the world to make you smile, you’re the main topic in his days. Minho on the other hand at first was really cold with you, he is someone that it’s really introvert, making really hard to get close or just share some words. He didn’t like you, when you went to present yourself at a party with the other members he hated your dress because he wanted to rip that off your gorgeous curves.

"y/n? wanna take a sip?" Felix's voice wakes you up from the thoughts in your head as he moves the straw of his coffee toward you, you just smile as you get close to the drink, sticking out your tongue lightly to take the straw in your mouth but before the contact jisung move the straw away, "take mine. it's the same."

His voice sounds pissed, but you don't let this overreacting action conditioning your feelings and you do the same exact thing under Jisung's and Minho's gaze. That small action of you sucking jisung's straw makes the guy need to look away, or else his hard erection would be too obvious. Minho, on the other hand, saw everything.

As you guys take a sit on the chairs in the VIP lounge, you feel something weird growing between you and your two friends. "what's wrong?"

"nothing," both of them talk, at the same time, you cross your legs, one over the other and Jisung casually put his arm around your waist, a move that a normal friend would do. right? or at least that’s normal for your friendship with him.

"y/n why you decided to wear a dress?" Jisung mumble next to you, his gaze it's obviously on your thighs, that it's clear as a sunny day; you don't know why but that feels actually.. nice, to have his eyes on your body like that. You blush. "I mean, why not?"

"why not?" Minho sigh a chuckle right next to you, he's such a big watcher, especially when it's about his best friend and his little friend. His tone is sarcastic, because in their opinion you should not wear that dress. Not for the others, not in front of other people, that’s their property that gives too much imagination for the rest of the audience. But you’re not supposed to know that.

"yeah.. I mean, what's wrong with that?"

"everything it's wrong with that," Jisung talks after some seconds of silence, his arm grab your waist tight, almost scared that you can leave soon, "come here, the sit it's cold, I don't want your thighs to freeze."

You almost trip for the quick grab that jisung has on your hips, that moves you - almost lifting from your seat on his lap. you are now, sitting, on his lap. with his hand erection pressing on your ass. You can clearly feel it, your blush just increase more, spreading all over your cheeks. Jisung’s hands are holding your waist, almost like you’re gonna run away from his comfort sit. Minho move close to Jisung now, his arm on the back of jisung's seat and their eyes are locked in your back, you can feel their gazes. You can hear the low talking that they are making about some things that you don’t know, your hands are under your knees right on jisung’s, that makes the guy almost cum in his pants at your touch.

Is not the first time that you are on jisung's lap, but it's the first time that you are on his lap with a dress on, and this light dress makes you feel all of his big dick - and you can tell that it's thick. You can hear Minho chuckles as you move uncomfortably on jisung's lap, makes the guy contain at his best the whimpers, "look who's having fun here."

You turn your head a little towards the oldest, you know exactly what he means, "'m not.. 'm not doin anything," you murmurs, the oldest move closer, brushing your hair with his hand as he travel down on your back, slightly touching jisung's pants and your ass. "but you are, sweetheart."

The tension grow between the three of you, you cover your face with your hands, sigh deeply. "all shy and innocence, but you're a naughty one don't you?" Jisung's whispers in your ear, you feel shivers down your spine. "oh, there she is," Minho chuckles as he stroke jisung's hair with his hand, moving him closer to your shoulder, "so damn cute."

Their murmurs are making you really embarrassed, your thighs press against each other, your moves keep grinding almost too naturally to explain. That makes them knows that, you are ready for them.

The whole trip the two guys keep teasing you, touching your thighs, almost under your skirt; making squirm every time. They were having so much fun with you and your cute little reactions, that was almost enough to satisfy them.

After their concert you are really tired, you went to Japan with them because ‘they needed their lucky charm’, you think it was just a cheap excuse to have you around. Night that you’re complaining. You like being around them, jokes are always in the air, the playful attitude that they gives to you every time you step in a room, it’s something that you’re grateful for it. You yawn as you walk along the hall, toward your room for a shower and then some sleep but then your phone ring, and it's a jisung's text.

jisungie | 22:03 : hey :) are you in your room?

y/n | 22:04 : not yet, I need a shower ㅜㅜ

jisungie | 22:04 : come in my room, me and minho wants to make you try something that we found in the airport!

jisungie | 22:05 : not trying to kill you haha i promise baby

You roll your eyes at the sight of the texts but you agreed, they are your best friends, why lying or hurting you? You turn on your feet and you start to walk on the opposite direction, to Jisung's room. Your mind start to wonder around, getting lost in your thoughts , about their 'thing' to try. You don't have any clue, to be honest, they left you with Chan and Felix at the airport for ten minutes and they came back with a plastic bag, and a big smirk in their faces. You couldn't see what was it, not that you were really interested, you were more interested in why they were all touchy and so needy with you. That never happened before, you tried to ask but they were pretty careless. They knows that you liked ‘cause your reaction was pretty clear.

You knock at the door, where your friends are in, you can hear their voices that are talking and some low music in the back. Maybe some of the new songs that Jisung is keeping hide from the public, but you can hear the tone of his voice in the bars it’s darker, almost sexual for how good it sounds. You swallow feeling suddenly really hot all over your body, you don’t actually know what to expect, but you trust them more than anyone else.

You decide to knock a couple times, your eyes lock in the sight of the door that feels smooth at the touch. Your mind still working on extra hours at the thought of what it could be that they want you to try.

“There she is,” Minho’s voice it’s higher than usual, more giggly, more shaky. You raise your eyebrows surprised at the sudden happy atmosphere that is in the air as your step inside Jisung’s hotel room. “Hey guys! are you still high from the concert?”

"I wanna fuck you slow with the lights on."

“High? we are not high!” Jisung's voice it's even higher as both of them start to laugh together, you look around the room just to check if there's any sign of drugs in the room, but nothing. Except for a little box with blank and dark red colors, the writing in the box is not clear, it's in Korean and you can't really understand much of it. But if your instinct is not wrong, you are almost sure that it is aphrodisiac chocolate.

The words of the song makes your body shivers with your cheeks that are getting warmer and warmer. You sits between the two guys, they propose you to try, because why not? is not gonna effect you.. right?

You're not really sure but your fingers grab a small piece of the dark chocolate, is not your favorite type, you're more a fan of milk chocolate but you go for it. You can feel your body warm up after a couple seconds, your body feel relaxed and your mind it's getting blurry. Is this really working on you? you can just feel Minho's hand finishing on your thigh, squeezing your skin lightly almost to wake you up from your flow of thoughts. "y/n I told you to not wear the dress tonight."

His voice is a confused slur, too high on chocolate, feeling the blood in his veins warm at your presence right among them; he can feel his cock twitch in his pants. Jisung grunts nodding, totally agreeing with his best friend, "couldn't take my eyes off, I even messed up the choreography because of you."

Your cheeks grows red, "'m sorry.. I wanted to be pretty for you guys." A muffled moan comes from Jisung's throat as he puts his head in his hands, "pretty for us?" He's losing is control for your soft voice, he can imagine vividly the feeling of your skin in his hands; he's craving to have a single taste of you.

"do you wanna be pretty for us princess?" Minho talks, his breath it's right against your skin, you can almost feels his lips against the nape of your neck, you feel almost magnetise towards them. You gently nods: your mind already going blank. Your not sure if it's because of the high of the chocolate, or the huge attraction that you feel towards them, but you can't stop yourself from pushing your body on them. You gives them the permission, and then it takes them two seconds before pushing you down the bed, your soft dress already on the floor and you're half naked under their hungry eyes.

Jisung bend over to kiss your shoulder, his delicate fingers moves the shoulder pads down, letting you breathless. Minho caress your legs, from the ankles to your inner thighs. "so fuckin pretty now." His fingers are pressing against your flesh, making you shivers and arch your back, and they are just starting it.

"please," you murmurs as you squeeze your thighs together, going totally against what Minho wants, 'cause he grab your knees and he spread them wide again, "if you want to, keep this pretty legs open."

Jisung kiss your neck, his gently pecks are full of passion, you don't care if it's due the chocolate or the true desire, you just know that it feels amazing. Jisung's tongue trace your skin, making you whimper under them two, Minho chuckles grabbing gently your hand, kissing softly your wrist.

The younger moves feeling a rush of pleasure that he needs to relieve, their clothes are feeling too tight for the whole tension, Jisung moves between your thighs his hands massaging your flesh as he lean his soft cheek on your inner thigh as his eyes are locked on your soaking wet panties. "so wet."

Minho moves his smooth hands on your back, unclasping the bra and letting your tits free making their mouth watering, "God, 'm getting impatient." Your chuckles just makes them whimpering, their hands explode your body, desiring and possessing it.

You gasp so loud that makes them shivers when Jisung's tongue get in touch with your panties, you can feel yourself getting even wetter for the light touch, he's getting over the edge and it's not even close to getting in your pussy. Minho's eyes are half closed for the sight their actions, he moves the panties aside letting Jisung finally taste your wet folds. Jisung's eyes almost roll back completely for the taste of your nectar, his tongue licks and grind against your slit making you shake and moan. The music mix of her moans of pleasure it's the best thing that Minho have ever heard. Jisung is impatient, every licks and every moves of his tongue on her fold makes his nose hits her clit enough to make her arch her back. "o-oh god!"

Minho bend over, his tongue pass over her nipple, his other hand massage the other tit, palpating briskly as his teeth nibble the already hardened nipple. Your hands between their hair as they workship your body with need.

Jisung eats you out like a starving man, like he never touched a pussy before, his hands as squeezing, stroking, caressing your thighs and ass. Your legs on his shoulders and his face buries in your cunt, that's the best feeling that you ever felt before. And you're not a virgin.

The overstimulation that Minho is giving to your sensitive nipples is making you almost cum, "'m so close, i.. I have to — ugh, cum!" Your voice it's so pitch high, your legs shakes around the younger's head and your hands are traveling down Minho's lap with the intention of giving him the same pleasure that she's feeling.

"not yet, wait, please," jisung’s voice mumbles as he flicks his tongue over and over against your entrance, making your toes curl in pleasure. Minho move one of his hand on jisung's hair, pushing him close to her pussy making him whimper for dominance. Your hand touches lightly Minho's lap, making the oldest groan against your tits, you can't stop your orgasm to hit you with pleasure.

You're breathless, jisung laps your folds again before breaking the contact with a moan, his face it's the expression of the pleasure that he just felt, maybe even more than you did. Minho grab the back of his neck, kissing him roughly, he desire to feel you against his lips more than anything else, Jisung close his eyes as he kiss minho back, their tongues curls to each other making the kiss even wetter now.

Minho moves his hand on jisung's pants, unbuttoning his jeans and letting the younger with just his boxers, you gasp at the sight of the view, making your way on minho's pants, to do the exact same thing.

When you find yourself kissing one of the two men as the other one kiss your neck, marking you and biting your skin, to make sure that the next morning you're gonna remember every single action of this. Because you want to remember this, and they want it too.

"look at you, so wet," Minho whispers in your ear as he spread your thighs, Jisung moves behind you as he keep kissing you, he's such a messy kisser. You can feel minho's hard length pressing against your folds, you break the kiss with the guy behind you to look at the oldest, "m-minho please.. I need you.."

"such a whining baby." His chuckles fill your lungs as Jisung move his hand around your neck, squeezing it lightly just to make pressure around it, "only him? I feel jealous," Jisung whispers in your other ear, breathing deeply as his hips grind against your ass, making you back arch to the feeling of both of them, so tempt to enter in you.

"mhm, she's gonna have us both right? cause you're a good slut." His words makes you even wetter now, jisung and Minho connect their lips once again as you gasp and moan louder to feel minho's cock pushing himself inside your pussy. "feel so good," the oldest whimper and moan against jisung's lips, the other guy hold the back of his head with his hand.

You arch your back against jisung's chest, and you can feel jisung's cock pressing against your slit already stretch out where minho keep thrusting in you without stopping. His stamina will drive you crazy.

"Jisung, get in, please," you beg the younger as you grind your hips towards them, Minho is just pushing himself, you can feel everything, you can feel this muscles contract; their cocks grinding against each other inside you and that makes you scream for pleasure. Having both of inside you right now is the best thing that you ever felt.

They move together, with the best synchronization that just them two could have, you're between them as they hold your hips and thighs, minho kiss you as jisung bites your shoulder, "it's fucking good, this.. a-ah! amazing.."

"perfect pussy, sluttie," Jisung groan in your ear as your back, breathing heavily as you can just be there, feeling the best sex in your life because of your two best friends. You open your mouth for breath and the guy is behind you grab your chin, turning your face to him and he collect saliva in his mouth and then spits on yours, that feels almost too much good to be true.

Their cum exploding in your cunt, filling you up at the same time as they moan loudly, the overstimulation makes you squirm and shakes all over her body. Your juices is mix with theirs now, running down your thighs as you slowly move away from their bodies, too sore to talk; to sore to actually be able to face them. "you are, quite something," Minho chuckles breathless, as he moves beside Jisung, his head falls on your shoulder, grabbing gently your hand. Your eyes are falling down, you're feeling the chocolate-effect slowly release from your body as your second orgasm.

"we should buy more chocolate."

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ghostofhyuck · 23 days

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NCT Dream and rainy days with them.

Mark Lee

Rainy days reminds you of the last time you saw Mark. He's off to pursue his dreams. It was pouring hard when you joined in sending him off to the airport. He wasn't holding any umbrella, only wearing a hoodie to prevent him from getting wet. You stood there, at the outside of the airport, watching him say goodbye to his friends and family, and for the last time, he approaches you, hugging you tightly. The wet droplets of his hoodie staining you as you couldn't do anything but cherish the moment.

Huang Renjun

You're afraid of thunderstorms. Often times, you couldn't sleep and you tried your best to not be startled by its sound. This is one of the nights where it's not working. The continuous sound of thunder just keeps you awake, agitated. You sat in front of your bed, cold sweat running through your forehead. "Babe?" you didn't even noticed that you woke Renjun up. He asked you what's wrong, but before you could answer, you were startled by the thunder. "Come here," Renjun said. He lets you rest onto his arms, wrapping you close to him, and as he taps your back lightly, he hums a song to distract you from the thunder.

Lee Jeno

Somehow, you two didn't check the weather today and woke up with the heavy pour slapping the bedroom window. You felt more sleepy, clinging more to your boyfriend who's still asleep. In silence, both of you agreed to just indoors for the rest of the day instead of going out for a date. A few minutes later and you two agreed to get out of bed for breakfast, opting for a warm cup of coffee that matches the weather. Both of you sat at the dining table quietly, enjoying the cold morning with the rain as a background sound.

Lee Donghyuck

You feel like an idiot, but it's for the sake of your pride. You sat at the bench of the bus stop, eyes staring at the heavy rain. It just happened a few minutes ago and it seems like it's not going to stop anytime. You only let out a sigh, thinking that it was a bad idea that you stormed out after arguing with your boyfriend. You only leaned against the board, waiting for the rain to stop so that you can return back to your place. "You idiot!" you turned to your left and saw Haechan running towards you, holding an umbrella. "Look at you! you're all wet!" he nagged, but you only stared at him, surprised to see that he went after you.

Na Jaemin

When you first met Jaemin, it was something straight out of a movie. It was summer, and you thought that the weather is going to be fine, but it rained all of the sudden. You decided to seek shelter just outside a small convenience store. Coincidentally, Jaemin stepped out from the store, a plastic bag on his left hand and an umbrella on his right. You two stared at each other, surprised. You were familiar with his face, since he's a popular student at your uni. But to your shock, he hands you his umbrella, you stared at it for a second before he grabs your hands and placed it there, "Give it back to me next time." he said and before you could say anything, you saw him ran towards the rain.

Zhong Chenle

"I think we should break up," you will always remember how that day went. It was in a small coffee shop. A busy afternoon that it was bustling with lots of noise; the busy baristas, gossips from friend groups, and the continuous rain from the outside. It was noisy and yet you heard loud and clear what Chenle said to you. You only stared at him, and he felt sorry about his words. "Okay, if that's what you want." you didn't fought back, didn't asked why. The noise was too overwhelming and the weather was too solemn, why add more to it?

Park Jisung

You know how your boyfriend love the stars and the universe, so you decided to have a night picnic with him. You two set out a small picnic just around the Han river, at a field where you two can lay down and stare at the stars. But it seems like tonight's not the night. You two lay there confused, the sky was pitch black and there are no gleaming stars. Then suddenly it rained, making you two stand up and pack your things immediately. Both are almost drenched when you seek shelter. And as you two look at each other, both could only laugh, thinking that this is one of the best dates you two ever had.

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zeroeightzeroone · 4 days

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homesick - han jisung

love collection

genre: comfort, angst? soft

pairings: fem!reader (infp) x idol!han jisung (istp)

warnings: none?

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you miss your boyfriend–you miss him a lot.

how could you not?

all you have wanted to do for the past couple of weeks is throw your arms around jisung and hold him close. you want to keep your boyfriend so tightly against your chest that you're encapsulated by the warmth radiating off his body, the warmth that never fails to comfort you, resting your head against his chest to listen to how his heart beats in tandem with your own. you miss the physical closeness with jisung.

stray kids has been on tour since late april this year, and the last leg of the tour is expected to end early april next year. while that's quite a long time for the boys to be away, they'd be back in asia in late july and on a break until the tour kicks back up in early september. it's currently the beginning of july.

thankfully, you weren't taking any summer courses. through the grace of whatever higher power there is up there, you managed to convince your boss to let you work remotely so you could join jisung and the boys for two weeks during the japanese leg of their tour back at the beginning of june.

you loved watching jisung perform. seeing him firsthand from the crowd, in his element when he's on stage, performing his art and perfecting his craft, makes your heart lurch; you fall for the man all over again, watching him up there. seeing it firsthand is completely different from watching videos of him–you can feel the energy radiating off him when he's up there.

at the end of those two weeks, you and the boys ended up in the same place: the airport. you were boarding a plane back to seoul, and they were boarding a plane to their first tour stop in america. due to the influx of reporters and fans waiting at narita international airport, your goodbyes to the boys and their staff had to be in the hotel, inside your rooms, hours before checkout time.

knock, knock, knock.

"come in!" you call whoever is on the other side of the door; if it's any of the boys, then they will be accompanied by jisung, who has the extra room key for your room.

you grunt in a squatting position as you move your luggage from laying on the ground, on its back, to standing upright on its wheels. you hear the keycard machine beep from the other side of the door in confirmation as you're hunched over, wheeling your luggage up against the wall before standing up straight and rubbing your palms against your jeans. you watch as the front door opens to reveal the eight boys, jisung in front, holding the keycard to your hotel room. behind them, the managers and some guards come into the room with them, but the bodyguards stay outside.

"y/n!" felix whines with a pout as he pushes forward, running to you and enveloping you in his arms, "fly safe, okay?"

you pat the freckled boy's back appreciatively as you nod.

"make sure you text ji when you land, okay?"

"i will, but you guys will still be in the air when he gets that message."

felix pulls away, his hands on your shoulders as he looks at you, "still, it's the thought that counts." you smile and giggle at felix, who moves aside for the next couple of members to say their goodbyes to you.

your exchanges with jeongin, minho and changbin are on the shorter side; brief hugs with jeongin and changbin, who thank you for coming to support them in concert, meanwhile minho gives you a half hug and pats your head as he bids you farewell, thanking you for taking two weeks out of the many months jisung will spend talking about how much he'll miss you.

meanwhile, hyunjin, chan and seungmin's hugs last a little longer when you're swayed around a little bit and told to be safe, get a lot of rest on the plane and not miss them too much. chan lets you know that if there is any other time you're going to be free when they're on tour, let them know, and they'll arrange everything for you–from the plane tickets to where you're staying–anything at all.

seungmin, the member you're closest to after your boyfriend, whispers in your ear quietly to ensure it's kept between the two of you: "i know you're going to ask me to take care of jisung for you, so don't worry about that. don't worry about hannie; we all got him."

the reassurance brings a smile to your face, and your grip on seungmin gets tighter in appreciation. the boy sways your bodies back and forth, patting your back when you separate. when he pulls away, he steps aside to reveal your boyfriend standing there with a pout, his big, brown eyes glossy as tears build up at his waterline. you have to bite your lip to keep from sobbing.

you were already feeling on the verge of tears when felix came rushing in and pulled you into a hug. chan's words about arranging anything and everything if you're free, then seungmin assuring you that they'll look out for your boyfriend while on tour and now, here's your boyfriend, your hannie, your jisung, looking at you with teary eyes.

you open your arms and jisung runs into them, prompting you to take a step back at the sudden impact, but jisung's tight grip around your waist protects you from any chance of falling backward. jisung buries his face in the crook of your neck while your arms are wrapped around his neck, your chin resting on his shoulder as your eyes are squeezed shut. your grip on each other is tight, knowing that once either of you lets go, the next time you'll be in each other's arms is in two months.

jisung lets a choked whimper slip out that he tries to hide with a cough. you smack his back gently, "ya!"

you clear your throat, trying your best to stay composed and stern as you utter the next words.

"if you cry, i'm going to cry too!" your voice cracks and trembles as you speak.

"i'm not crying," he denies. though his voice is muffled from his head buried in the crook of your neck, you can clearly hear that it's softer than usual, shaky, and uneasy.

you let out a pained laugh, "liar." the tears flow down your cheeks as you hold him even tighter.

"i'm not lying!" jisung continues to deny. he lifts his head up from your neck, and you stand there, still in each other's arms, looking at each other, "see."

what you see is how jisung's cheeks are flushed, wet with tears that probably fell and landed on the fabric of the hoodie you're wearing, his lashes clumped together with tears as he tries to keep his lips pursed together when they're trembling and threatening to go back to that pout. on the other hand, your tears are freely falling as you stare up at your boyfriend through your fluttering lids, mouth opening and closing as you breathe heavily through your pouted lips, cheeks also flushed and damp. you smack his chest.

"what?" he whines.

you open your mouth to laugh at him, but instead, a sob comes out. you fall back into his arms and bury your face into his chest as you cry.

"look who's crying now," jisung retorts as his arms move around your body again, holding you close. one hand rests on the small of your back while the other caresses your hair.

"yeah, the both of you," minho teases and jisung glares at the boy, but the older one just smiles back.

the rest of the boys watch the exchange between you and jisung with a slight ache in their chests as they remember how hard it was to say goodbye to their friends and family before leaving. chan looks around and he gathers everyone to leave, wanting to give you and jisung a minute alone to say your goodbyes before the driver takes you to the airport.

pulling away, jisung moves his hands to your face and brushes your hair back, some strands sticking to your skin because of tears as you hiccup. even when your hair is out of your face, he continues to stroke your hair back while the other hand is on your cheek, gently caressing the skin with the pad of his thumb. the two of you stare up at each other, sniffling.

"i love you," jisung whispers, his voice hoarse from crying.

you nod, sniffling and hiccuping in return, "i love you too."

jisung smiles down at you, "hey, i'll be back before you know it."

your eyelids flutter as you blink quickly, and your hands play with the back of the sweatshirt jisung is wearing.

"i'll text you everyday," he reminds, "i'll call you as much as i can, and as much our schedules and the time zones allow for."

you sigh shakily, "i'm gonna miss you so much."

"i'm going to miss you so much too, my love," jisung brushes your hair back again, "god, i wish i could just take you with me. two months away from you? that's too long."

you snicker, nodding in agreement, "i do too. but hey, i'll get to see so many videos of you taken by stay, doing your thing on stage."

your boyfriend smiles, gazing down at you lovingly.

"i'm so proud of you. look at you," you sigh, lips curled up in a smile, "my boyfriend is going on a world tour."

"do you know what that means?" you tilt your head in confusion, "souvenirs from every stop that remind me of you!"

since he left, both of you have been sending texts daily and video calls whenever your schedules permit it and when the time zones line up enough so it isn't too early or too late for either of you.

sometimes your calls only prompt you to miss jisung even more, wishing he was next to you and that his voice wasn't just coming through a device while he's on the other side of the world, but the distance also means you continue to long for the day jisung comes home. you know his parents long for that day as well, his mother sending you texts every couple of days asking when you're free so you can go out together. as jisung likes to put it–spending time with her future daughter-in-law.

however, as the number of days away from jisung increases, the number of days before jisung returns also decreases. with that in mind, you try to stay positive and look forward to the day he comes home.

now that the boys are in america, they've been quite busy rehearsing, checking and then rechecking their formations and any technical details that could go wrong during the concerts, the process repeating at each venue as they sync up their equipment with the new venues. their team organizing and making sure everything is okay with the venue and other organizers. as a result, jisung has been too busy to call late at night as he passes out the moment he's in his hotel room from the venue, then waking up a couple hours later to hop on a flight to the next destination.

he sends you texts here and there throughout his day, sending random photos of himself and the members during rehearsals or before and after the show. on jisung's end, he sent a text over when he landed early in the morning, saying he could probably hop on a call quickly when he gets to the hotel, seeing as they're going to be in inglewood for a little over a week for two shows instead of one. you were about to leave work when the message came through. going home for the evening when the message reminded you of your phone call with jisung's mother.

"hello, eomeonim (mother-in-law)," you greet when the line connects.

"y/n, myeoneuri (daughter-in-law)," she speaks into the phone, her tone sweet as usual. she doesn't say anything for a moment before speaking, "is this a bad time? you don't sound like you're at home?"

"ah, sorry eomeonim," you apologize, "i just got off the bus, but i'm on the way home now. but don't worry, i can talk if you need me."

"ah okay, i won't keep you too long then, myeoneuri," she assures before continuing, "have you spoken to jisung on the phone recently?"

you hum as you think, "I think it's been a couple of days since our last phone call; why? is he okay?"

you hear jisung's mother sigh on the other end of the line, "i'm a little worried, if i'm honest," you hum in acknowledgment and she continues, "he sounded quite down on our phone call yesterday and the day before. he told me not to worry when i asked… i know this might be a lot, but would you mind talking to him? if it's you, he'll open up more–at least, he'll have talked about what's on his mind."

"yeah, yeah, of course," you agree, "i'll see if we can call tonight, and i'll check up on him, see how he's doing, eomeonim. don't worry too much, i'm sure ji is okay!"

she chuckles on the other end, "ah, you sound just like him, y/n. don't tell him i sent you!"

you laugh in response to her rushed addition at the end of her statement: "i won't say anything," she sighs in relief, "was there anything else you were curious about?"

she hums, "nothing else, thank you so much, myeoneuri. i'll see you on the weekend, okay? come over whenever you want! the door is always open for you!"

your cheeks flush in embarrassment as you smile, "thank you, i'll see you in a couple of days. bye eomeonim!"

"goodbye, myeoneuri! get home safely. i love you," she bids her farewells, which you exchange right back with her before she hangs up the call.

thinking back to that conversation, you wonder what worried jisung's mother about him; was it how he spoke? his tone? the words he used? was he quite active in the conversation, or did he seem more passive? you wonder what exactly she meant by jisung sounding quite down, but you guess you'll figure it out when he calls you in the morning.

it's around eight in the morning when your phone rings from the bedside table. yunjin should already be awake and ready for work, so the ringer volume doesn't wake anyone up except you. you roll around, feeling around the bedside table for the device. you accept his call quickly and place the phone to your ear.

a deep yawn leaves your lips before you say, "ji baby?"

you hear him hum in acknowledgment on the other end before he replies, "yeah, baby, it's me." a sleepy smile forms on your lips at the sound of his voice. " did I wake you?"

you groan softly as you flick the lamp on, the sudden brightness causing you to squint, "yes but i don't mind. i just wanna hear your voice. are you back at the hotel now?"

"yeah, we got back a while ago. i just wanted to be ready for bed before calling; this way i can fall asleep while you're on the line," jisung explains, and you feel your cheeks heat up at his sentiments.

he continues to talk about what they did today. you're gradually more awake and more attentive as the minutes pass, so eventually, you realize what jisung's mother was referring to when it sounded like he's been down. jisung is speaking monotone, his voice softer, and when he speaks, it sounds like his mind is elsewhere.

when he's finished, you decide to segway into that conversation, "how are you feeling?"

he pauses for a moment, taken aback before he shrugs, "i'm tired, it's been a long day of rehearsal. what about you? how are you feeling?"

"i'm doing good, i'm hearing your voice, so i'm doing great," you answer quickly before he tries to shift the conversation to you, "are you physically tired or?"

jisung is lying in bed as he speaks to you, looking up at the ceiling and thinking of his replies, "yeah. dancing and all."

"emotionally?"

"emotionally?" he repeats to which you confirm, "i mean… i'm okay–better now since i'm hearing your voice after a couple of days… it's been a busy last couple of days."

you nod, running a hand through your tangled hair as you listen to jisung on the other end. his tone is still distracted as his words graze over how he's feeling, avoiding delving deeper into it. realizing that maybe he isn't ready to delve deeper into his emotions, you allow him to shift the conversation to your life and what you've been up to while he's been on tour–asking you how work has been and if anything new has occurred. you answer jisung honestly; there is nothing new at work as it's the same job you've had since getting into university; the only new events would be the lunch you have on the weekend with jisung's mother, aunt and grandmother.

the latter part of your updates brings a smile to jisung's lips, his heart warming at the thought of the most important women in his life spending quality time together. but at the same time, hearing your updates about your life back at home, no matter how small you think they are or if they're the same things that always happen, has jisung's chest aching in a completely different way.

"ji?" you call, not hearing anything coming from his end, "did you fall asleep?" you pause to listen, to survey whether or not you hear soft snores or heavy breathing that indicate that he is indeed asleep.

instead, jisung responds after a couple of moments, "i'm still here. i'm awake."

"are you okay?" you wonder, "if you're tired then i can go–"

"no, don't go," he quickly interrupts, "sorry."

"don't apologize, i just wanna make sure you're okay," you reassure, and you hear him hum in acknowledgment.

"i miss you," he declares softly, his voice solemn as he speaks.

"i miss you too, ji," you sigh, instinctively clutching the pillow closer to your chest.

the boy on the other end ponders for a moment before continuing, "i miss you a lot. i don't really know how to explain it," jisung blinks up at the ceiling, "i miss you all the time, but when we get back to the hotel or when i'm not performing, i miss you even more."

jisung's eyebrows knit in frustration as he continues to explain himself.

"i love being on stage, i love performing," he states, "i can't explain how i feel when i'm performing either, but… there's a feeling of contentment or fullness? i don't know… i just know i love to be up there. but…"

"but?" you encourage him to continue as his words trail off.

"but when i get back to the hotel, or when it's all over, i feel tired: the adrenaline doesn't last as long as it usually does. but even though i'm tired, it's hard to fall asleep."

you aren't sure where to place jisung's words, unsure if you've ever felt the way he's been feeling lately, uncertain if you can relate, but at the least, you want to understand and reassure him that you're there.

"there's a feeling of emptiness that kinda just sits there when i'm not on stage," his voice is softer when he says the word 'emptiness' like it's a fragile word, one he's unsure of, "i wasn't sure what it was before but listening to you talk started to help me realize what caused the emptiness."

"something i said helped you realize?" you repeat for clarification.

"yeah, listening to you talk about home, work, the local cafes, the conversations you have with my mom–just everything about your life at home," jisung lists, "i'm feeling homesick."

your lips part in awe when the last word leaves his mouth, the singular word allowing you to reconceptualize what he said previously and gain a greater understanding.

"i tried my best to distract myself and rehearse more to combat those feelings of emptiness but nothing seemed to work; it just stuck there. listening to you helped combat some of my homesickness but…"

"but it's still there," you finish his sentence, and he agrees with a sigh.

"i love being onstage, i feel so alive when i'm up there," now, when jisung speaks, his tone is clearer, and his thoughts are clearer, the way he's speaking signalling that instead of being lost in his own thoughts he's got both feet on the ground and he's working through them, "but i miss home so much. god… i miss you so damn much."

you smile sadly when you hear him sniffle.

"i miss my bed at the dorms, the air fryer at the dorms that we don't even use. i miss the smell of your laundry detergent and shampoo, i miss being in your arms, and you playing with my hair. i miss being at home."

jisung cries softly as he speaks, sniffling and continuing to list off the things that he misses at home. it brings tears to your eyes; using your comforter to dab the tears off your face.

"hey…" you call into the phone, "would it help if i sent little voice messages throughout the day so you could hear my voice? i can send pictures of things you love here too? just a couple more weeks, and you'll be here, and i'll hold you so tightly you get sick of me."

"i'll never be sick of being in your arms," he remarks, "and if it isn't too much, i would love that, all of it." jisung smiles at your suggestions, appreciative of you and your ideas to help him combat his homesickness until he's back in seoul.

"i'll try my best."

"baby?" he coos, prompting a soft response from you, "do you think we can video call? i wanna see your face before i sleep. can you stay until i fall asleep?"

your cheeks heat up from your boyfriend's suggestion, and your heart feels giddy at seeing his face for a couple of minutes before he falls asleep. " of course, baby."

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mazeofyeni · 1 month

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(🔴) ... [ NOW PLAYING ] [STAY-MADE] KAIA AND STRAYKIDS CUTE MOMENTS !

( intro. ) stray kids all being in love with kaia ❤️😝

➩ CLIP #1 PLAYING… 📼 !

chan being supportive as always ...

*kaia on the set of her drama* "it's my last day filming today , it's been fun , but it's time to return to stray kids." *she will always mention them😭* "I loved filming the drama , and it's been hard balancing both straykids and filming and i felt like i've neglected skz , so now it's time to return." *knock on her dressing room door* "huh?" *who could that be🤔* "come in" *door opens* *IT'S CHANN* "hello?" *look at her eyes light up🥹* "oppa!" "kaia!" "what are you doing here!" "i came to see you!" *he's matching her energy😭* "ah why?" "cause it's your last day of course." *hands her flowers* "thank you!" *look at him patting her head🤭* *fast forward until after filming ⏩* "and cut!" *everyone clapping* "thank you everyone for this opportunity." *chan comes out with a cake* "congratulations." "thank you." *blows out candles* *chan on the side taking a 1001 photos of her* "im so proud." *proud dad smile😭🥹* "our kaia is all grown up." *chan would be jailed if it was illegal to to praise kaia🤐*

➩ CLIP #2 PLAYING… 📼 !

lee know protecting her any way he can ...

1. ( offline ) *airport video of both lee know and kaia* *making sure kaia is in front so she won't be hurt if someone goes wrong* *you can hear him telling her it's okay , while keeping his arm in front of her* *fans screaming her name , trying to grab at her* *look at his glare😳* "keep your headphones on." *he held her shoulder until they got out*

2. ( online ) *lee know and kaia live* *kaia randomly talking about something while lee know looking at the comments* *see's the comments filling with hate* *you can see him visibly get upset* "let me see." *doesn't give her the phone.* *glares stares at staff* "it's not working, they're gonna fix it, just keep talking." *ends it right after* *lee know later on bbl* 'dont comment unnecessary things' 'tiger has feelings too'

➩ CLIP #3 PLAYING… 📼 !

changbin being protective ...

*flashback* *kaia being asked her ideal type by a interviewer* "yah, she's to young for that , don't ask her that." *everyone laughs* "oppa." *changbin gets louder.* "SHE'S ONLY A MINOR" ( flashforward to 2023 ⏩ ) *interviewer asking her once again* *you can see his eye twitch 😭* "this topic makes changbin kinda crazy" *hyunjin exposing changbin.* *changbin finally speaking* "oh no" *kaia please😭* "because why do we have to talk about this , shes so young , she doesn't really need a ideal type." *he's so into it😭* "oppa im 21." *disgusted dwaekki* "yah! and that's too young, you've barely graduated high school." *MIND YOU SHE GRADUATED ALREADY* *everyone is making fun of him* "this is why we don't have this conversation anymore"

➩ CLIP #4 PLAYING… 📼 !

kaijin jeju "date" ...

*kaialog ft. hyunjin 😁* "hi guys" *almost drops the camera* "please don't break the camera" "im not, have some faith in me." *passenger princess kaia is back* *flashback ⏪* *solo kaia live* "can i drive? yes. but do i drive? no, we have drivers and if not i cant be bothered to do such." *she's so real😭* *fast forward ⏩* "hyune is gonna drive today." *smiley 🥟* "we're in jeju" *casually dropping they're on a jeju date but okay😳* "it's our last day, so we're driving around and taking pictures." *driving⏩* "we've found a spot , and hyunjin bought his camera." "hand me your bag." *holding her bag😭😭* "be car getting out." *hyunjin looking around for a perfect spot.* "here, it's good lighting." *literally only takes pictures of her* "that's enough right" *hyunjin is not even listening* "ah all of these good , im gonna upload them all." *smiling ear to ear over her STAND UP ❗* "ah, so so pretty." *trying to whisper, we all heard you hyunjin*

➩ CLIP #5 PLAYING… 📼 !

jisung being flustered by kaia ...

*flashback* *han talking about kaia* "kai has really flirty eyes." *changbin is confused* "yah , explain that so stay won't think different." *changbin trying to stop a scandal😭😭* "oh wait no! i-its just that she has a really intense stare , and it's makes you really flustered and hard to concentrate." *that didn't help AT ALL 🤭* *okay fast forward ⏩* *kaisung live* "we've never did a live with just us , why is that?" *jisung is nervous* "i-i don't know." *why does he look like he's about to pass out." *another flashback ⏪* *solo kaia live* "jisung said my eyes are flirty?" *look at that smirk, GIRLY KNOWS!* "so he did, okay..." *you can see her planning* *now* "is it because my eyes are too flirty?" *look how his eyes widened 😭😭* "yah, stop that." *look at him turning red 🤭* "ah jisungie, look at you jisung." "so cute." *i see what he's talking about, those eyes would make me fold as well🫠*

➩ CLIP #6 PLAYING… 📼 !

lixie being the greenest flag ever ...

*kaia in milan on her first solo schedule for chanel* *our girl was so nervous* "im getting ready now , and im so nervous" *look at her shaking☹️💔* "you okay?" *even the staff was stressed out for her* "i never do these things without my members so it's hard." *poor girl☹️* "i'll go get you some water." *staff leaves* "im so nervous, is it gonna be okay?" *sees her phone ringing* "it's lix, he's facetiming her." *answers* "hello." "you okay?" *why is like he could sense😭* "im really nervous." "ah why, you'll do great." "it's a lot of people outside." "don't worry about that okay." *he's speaking so calm to her* "you look pretty." *felix is the guy everyone wants, kaia won at life🙏🏼* "don't be nervous, it's just stays out there okay?" *nods* "i'll call you right after, okay, go have fun." *I wan a felix😭* "love you kai, have fun." *waves, before hanging up* "you feel better now?" *shakes her head* "yeah." "he helped me , thank you lixie." *hearts* "he's such a light."

➩ CLIP #7 PLAYING… 📼 !

seungmin being cute for once ...

*seungmin talking to the camera , sitting on the couch* *wild tiger spotted in the background* *kaia see's the camera* "kaia is back there , she' was a mc today." *kaia takes this as a invitation* "minnie?" *seungmin sighs😭* "here she comes" *gets up and walks over to the couch* "what do you want?" *minnie trying to be serious , knowing he cant* "im tired." *lays down , putting her head on his lap." *seungmin pretending to be annoyed😭* "get up." *shakes head no* *literally never ask again* *5 minutes later and it cuts back to seungmin and kaia* "she fell asleep." *stoic stare* "she must've really been tired." *look down at her* "she stays up all night and wonders why she's so tired." *why does he look so worried* *this is such a cute scene though* *⏭️ another cut* "that's okay , get some sleep" *he gave her his jacket 😭😭😭* *moves her hair out her face* *that smile , she's whipped 🤭*

➩ CLIP #8 PLAYING… 📼 !

jeongin and kaia giving sibling energy ...

"we're here filming for lalalala concept photos , it's the unit photos and im with jeongin." *disgusted face* *aggi bang saw that* "yah, i seen that." *ready to fight* "what" *nawt her trying to play innocent* "both of you" "maknaes serving face 😵‍💫* *⏩ immediately cuts to them fighting again* "your big head is in the way" *offended tiger* "yang jeongin , don't talk about my head." *pouty kaia* "yah, don't be upset." *that cute fox smile* "im sorry, don't be upset." *jeongin actually tries to hug her 😨* "ah our pretty kaia" *smiley kaia* "your head is cute don't worry." *the longest i seen him hug someone , kaia really out here changing men ✊🏼*

( outro. ) kaia really out here doing what all girls want to do CITY GIRLS UP ❗

©️MAZEOFYENI

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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 2 years

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SKZ DRABBLE-OT8

Being a pack means sticking together-in more ways than one. And when one member of the pack is missing, everyone feels it, but especially the head alpha. Chan's never been good at expressing his emotions, or coping with them. Luckily, he's got eight people on his side to take care of him when he can't.

A/N: NIKKI (🦈💙 Anon) WHERE ARE YOU. THIS ONE'S FOR YOU BBY. THANKS FOR THE PROMPT IDEA. 💗

Tags: SKZ, Stray Kids, Stay, OT8, SKZ!pack, SKZ!abo, Poly!SKZ, SKZ x you, SKZ x reader, Bang Chan, Lee Minho, Seo Changbin, Han Jisung, Hwang Hyunjin, Lee Felix, Kim Seungmin, Yang Jeongin, Y/N, SKZ imagines, SKZ reactions, SKZ scenarios

Genre: Fluff, Light Angst

Title: Before You Know It

“It’s just a week.” You say with slight consolation, as you snap the last closure shut on your suitcase, and zip up the final pocket of your backpack.

Jeongin whines-a sad, plaintive sound-and Felix groans, as Hyunjin complains heatedly, “Yeah, but a week is gonna seem like a lifetime, noona!”

“I know.” You glance up at the trio of omegas with a slight grimace, and step toward them, giving them what you hope is a convincing smile as you tousle Jeongin’s dark hair. “But I promise, I’ll be back before you know it.”

“Don’t leave us, noona.” Jeongin begs, clasping warm fingers around your wrist so you can’t pull away, as the scent of yeast and baking bread sharpens noticeably in the air. “The hyungs will make us do things with them, because they don’t want us to mope around and be sad, and god forbid I have to go to the gym with Changbin-hyung.”

“Or cook with Minho-hyung.” Hyunjin visibly shudders.

Minho appears in the doorway then, pointing a warning finger at the suddenly contrite omega. “I heard that, Hwang Hyunjin. Kitchen duty. All week.”

Hyunjin groans, and Felix gives him a sympathetic pat on the top of his head.

Changbin joins Minho in the doorway then, glancing over his shoulder, taking in your current predicament, trapped between the three whining omegas, and shoots you a clearly sympathetic look, before clearing his throat.

“You need to get going soon, or you’re gonna miss your flight, baby girl. Pass me your suitcase.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You sigh out, though you know he’s right, and untangling yourself from Jeongin’s grasp, doing your best to ignore his sad whine at the loss of contact, you sling your backpack over your shoulder, rolling your suitcase in Changbin’s direction.

He lifts it easily, and disappears, presumably in the direction of the car.

Minho offers the omegas a shrewd look as you cross the room to stand beside him.

“You three. Find something else to do. (Y/N) needs to get her ass to the car before Christopher has an aneurysm.”

“I swear to god-” Hyunjin rolls his eyes, heaving a sigh as he pushes himself up off the bed. “-he’s like a dad in that regard.” He pitches his voice lower in a representation of the head alpha, scowling his face into a serious expression as he waves a finger between the other two omegas. “‘You know the saying when it comes to the airport, Hyunjin, three hours early, or consider yourself late.’”

“Is that supposed to be me?”

Chan appears then, letting his hand drop affectionately onto Minho’s shoulder, as he glances at Hyunjin, one dark brow disappearing into the curls of his bangs.

Hyunjin snorts. “Of course it is, hyung.”

“Hyung.” Jeongin whines out, bounding up and across the room to throw his arms around Chan’s middle. “Don’t let noona leave.”

“Ah, Innie.” Chan cards his hand through Jeongin’s mop of hair, where the omega is currently burying his nose into his ribs. “This is a good opportunity-a great one even-for (Y/N), yeah? She’s been invited to this conference because she’s one of the best in her program, and we should be nothing but proud of her for it.”

You offer him a grateful smile, and he tilts his head, watching you for a moment, as Jeongin mumbles against his sweater, “Yeah, I know. Still sucks though.”

“It does.” Chan agrees quietly, and something melancholy flickers across his expression, quick enough to miss, before he leans over to press a kiss to the youngest omega’s head. “But she’ll be back before we know it.”

“Okay.” Minho interrupts, reaching forward and taking your backpack from you before you can think to protest, giving the remaining members of the pack a sharp look as he ushers you toward the waiting door. “Noona really needs to get going now. Say ‘bye noona!’”

“I love you, yeah?” You manage to brush your fingers with Hyunjin and Felix’s outstretched hands as Minho pulls you out of the room, calling over your shoulder loudly, “I’ll video call every night, okay? I’ll be back soon!”

Chan murmurs something beneath his breath to Jeongin that you can’t quite make out, and then the omega is slinging his arms around your waist for one more quick hug before retreating back to the older omegas waiting on the bed.

The smell of bread lingers in your nose, even as you step outside into the crisp Autumn morning air.

Changbin is leaning against the car, trunk still popped, deep in quiet conversation with Seungmin, when you all emerge, but they both look up at your exit from the house, and Changbin steps toward you, taking your backpack from Minho and placing it with your already packed suitcase.

“All ready?”

You nod, biting your lip, and Changbin offers you the hint of a smile, before he crushes you to his chest in a strong hug, and you let yourself enjoy the feel of his warmth for a moment, the smell of smoke in your nose, both a contrast to the chill bite of the morning air.

“You’re gonna be great.” He murmurs into your hair, nose brushing the crown of your head, and you manage a nod. “And don’t worry. We’ll be fine.”

You sniff, and he squeezes your arms with the warm palms of his hands, before he releases you, turning to shut the trunk.

Seungmin steps up to you then, straightening your jacket, and looks you seriously in the eye, his lips a thin line.

“If you embarrass us, or the department, in front of all those big wigs, I’ll personally have Minho-hyung murder you.”

You laugh, the sound slightly watered down, and throw your arms around the beta.

“I’ll be sure to name drop you before I do anything even slightly embarrasing.”

He grins now. “You would.”

You grin back. “Only for you, baby.”

There is the jangle of keys as Minho tosses the set to Chan, who has once again joined you all, ball cap pulled low over his face, breath steaming in the cold air.

He rubs his hands together and glances in your direction.

“Ready?”

“Almost.” You assure, before you turn to Minho, who suddenly looks like a cornered feline ready to bolt at any moment.

“Don’t.”

“Minnie.” You wheedle, stalking toward him, even as he backs away from you, eyes flashing dangerously with his glare.

“Don’t.”

You practically tackle him with the force of your hug, and you hear the air leave his body in a little oomph of sound, even as you bury your face in the jacket he wears, the smell of spiced amber tickling your nose, lulling your worried brain into a sort of safe space, at least for the moment.

“I love you.”

“God.” You can hear the smile in his voice, even though his actual words are dripping with feigned sarcastic annoyance. “I hate it when you’re sappy like this.”

You tilt your head back and grin up at him, and he crinkles his nose in disgust.

“I know.”

He sighs, like the weight of the world is suddenly on his shoulders, and shoves you away, back toward the car. “I love you too or whatever. Now get going.”

You take a step back, giving him a little wave.

“Tell Jisungie bye for me, okay? And that I’ll call tonight?”

Minho nods and waves you toward the car with his hand, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. So you’ve said. He has a break from clinicals at noon, text him from the airport and tell him yourself.”

Chan opens the passenger door of the car for you, and you slide into the seat, the blast of the heater a welcome warmth on your feet, as you wave to the pack members standing on the front lawn, and then to the trio of omegas just visible in the front window, noses pressed to the glass.

Chan closes the door, saying something to Changbin and Minho, muffled and unintelligible through the glass and over the sound of the radio, and then he crosses in front of the car to slide into the driver’s seat.

Turning to you, he offers you the hint of a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Ready?”

You glance out the window, waving one last time to your pack, and take a deep breath.

“Ready.”

The car lurches into motion and heads off down the street.

*******

Chan is tapping his fingers against the steering wheel along with the beat of the music, and your exit is looming dangerously quicker and closer, when you finally decide to ask.

“Are you okay?”

His gaze jerks to you, and he looks almost guilty, before he blurts out, a little too quickly, “Yeah, why do you ask?”

You shrug and let your gaze drift out the window, to the cars blurring past, the giant green signs announcing the approach of the airport.

“Because I know you.” You reply simply, not looking at him, even as your wolf twitches its ears in sudden interest, the smell of petrichor growing heavy and damp in the small space of the car. “And I know how you are.”

“And how am I?”

Out of the side of your eye, you see the corner of his mouth lift into the start of an amused smile.

“Selfless.” You answer immediately, and Chan’s head jerks in your direction, surprise washing across his face. You glance at him now, expression serious, even as the car angles to take the exit for the airport. “You fake it til you make it, because you want everyone else to be okay first, even if that means shoving your own emotions and worries down deep to deal with later-or maybe even never.”

He opens his mouth to protest, and when he speaks, the words are a stammer, “No-I don’t-that’s not-”

You level him with a stern look. “That’s exactly what you do.”

He sighs, long and heavy, and stares out the windshield, fingers once again tapping on the steering wheel, but in an almost anxious pattern now, no longer keeping to the beat.

There are a few moments of silence, the airport now looming, and then you let your hand drop onto his thigh.

“Christopher.”

He chuckles beneath his breath, though his knuckles are tight around the steering wheel as he maneuvers the car into the drop off lane.

“You sound like Minho.”

You smile, tight lipped, and watch as he finally pulls the car into an empty space at the curb, sliding it into park before sighing once more and turning to you.

He turns off the radio and opens his mouth as if to speak, but no words come out.

You tilt your head and watch him, the people and traffic bustling busily past your stand still, but inside the car, it’s just silence, and things unsaid, and the smell of heavy incoming rain.

“I don’t-” Chan starts, his voice quiet, and he clears his throat, glancing away from you now, eyes scanning the passengers streaming into the airport.

He tries again.

“I don’t want you to feel bad for going.”

Your fingers squeeze around his thigh, and he blows a hiss of breath past his teeth, glancing down at your hand, before he threads his fingers through your own.

“I know. I don’t.” You assure, squeezing his hand once more.

He flicks his gaze up to yours and offers you the hint of a tight lipped smile. “You know how I get-a little too protective and entirely too worried for my own good. I just don’t like the pack being split up, it puts me on edge. But I’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure it’s not just because you’re going to miss me like crazy?” You tease, trying to lighten the mood, as you lean over and nudge your nose into the side of his neck just below his jaw.

“That too.” Chan chuckles, letting you nuzzle against him for a moment, scenting him, as he presses a kiss to the crown of your head.

The smell of wisteria and rain mixes pleasantly, and you relax again him, if just for a moment.

Finally, you sigh regretfully, and pull back from him, offering him a silent apology with your eyes as you glance down at your watch.

“Channie-”

“You have to go.” He nods, something brief and unreadable flashing across his gaze, before he offers you another half hearted smile. “Go on then.” You twist the door handle, even as Chan gets out to unload your luggage from the trunk, helping you into the straps of your backpack, before you take the handle of your suitcase in your palm.

He’s watching you fondly, a little sadly, and you throw your arms around him for one last petrichor soaked hug.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He pushes you away from him gently, in the direction of the doors to the terminal, and motions with his head for you to get going.

You do so, reluctantly.

“Now get going, and make us all proud, Little Miss Scientist.”

You grin at him over your shoulder.

“No promises.”

Chan tilts his head and grins, his eyes crinkling and dimples appearing.

“You’ll definitely be the sexiest scientist there, if that’s any consolation.”

You roll your eyes and wave.

“Yeah, yeah. You’re just biased.”

He arches a brow at you.

“So what if I am? I’m also right.”

You point a finger in his direction as the sliding doors automatically open up before you, and the wave of heated, airport air washes over you, along with a million unknown, overwhelming scents.

Your wolf whines, instantly on edge, and you pull your mask up over your face.

“Take care of yourself, Christopher. Or I’ll sic Minho on you.”

It’s Chan’s turn to roll his eyes and wave now.

“I’ll be fine.”

One last wave in his direction, and you disappear into the airport.

******

Chan is not fine.

He’s spent two days in the studio cooped up, not eating enough and definitely not sleeping enough, when your call comes in.

He picks up on the third ring.

“Hey!” “Hey.” Chan forces a bright cheeriness into his greeting that he doesn’t feel, grimacing at how fake it sounds, even to his own ears.

Thankfully, you don’t seem to notice.

“Oh my god, it’s so good to hear your voice.”

He leans back in the desk chair, creaking beneath his weight, and stretches his arms above his head, feeling his back slot back into place.

He gets a whiff of the smell of his own body as he does so, and cursing his hypersensitive nasal capabilities, tells himself that maybe it’s time to go home and take a shower.

“How’s D.C?” He asks instead, because he doesn’t want to think about that, not right now.

“Oh my god.” You repeat again, voice rising in pitch and volume with your excitement, and Chan can practically see you waving your hands with your words in his head. “It’s amazing, Channie. There’s so many brilliant presenters and I’ve learned so much, not to mention, it’s been incredible to see things I’ve only heard about in theory done in demonstrations and-” Chan’s eyes feel heavy and tired, and he glances at the bright light of the computer screen-the unfinished song currently taunting him, the cursor blinking idly-and catches a brief reflection of himself, all pale skin and dark circles bruising beneath his lash line.

He rubs a hand across his face, if only to rid himself of the sickly reflection, and rakes his fingers through his hair.

“Chan.”

“Mmm.” He hums a sound of acknowledgement beneath his breath as he hears you say his name, and suddenly feels all too guilty for letting his exhaustion tune you out. “Yeah, I’m here, baby.”

There is a brief pause, the silence trickling down the line of the call, and then your voice, quieter now, more serious.

“Binnie says you’ve been spending a lot of time at the studio. Working on your new stuff.”

“Yeah.” He replies, without really thinking, before he clears his throat and forces a bit more enthusiasm into his words. “Yeah! I’ve been making some good progress I think.”

“That’s good.” He hears the hesitation in your tone, and his wolf growls low in agitation. “You’re taking care of yourself, right?”

Chan doesn’t like lying to you, he doesn’t, and his wolf absolutely abhors it if the low rumble of a threatening snarl starting deep in his throat is anything to go by, but he doesn’t want to worry you, doesn’t want to dampen your trip, doesn’t want to have to explain to you why he’s sitting in the studio for the second day in a row, wearing the same clothes, hasn’t even been home, nothing but the wane, cold light of the monitor to keep him company, a thread of a dozen unread messages the only testament to the actual depth of his solitude.

So instead, he forces a lightness into his words that doesn’t at all reflect the tired, dull ache in his bones, in his head, and lies through his teeth.

“Yeah, I’m taking care of myself, baby. Besides, that’s what Minho’s for.”

He hears you let out a breath, heavy with relief, and then the smile is back in your tone when you reply.

“You’re right. He won’t let you starve.”

The pounding behind his left eye is starting to hammer into a crescendo.

There is the sound of a door opening through the speaker, a few hushed words, and then your voice, apologetic, regretful.

Chan’s wolf is torn between feeling protective and absolutely miserable at the sudden shift in atmosphere.

“I’m really sorry, baby. But I’ve got to go. The next panel is starting soon.”

Chan swallows hard, his throat feeling coated with sand.

“Yeah, no. I get it. Go save the world or whatever.”

You laugh, and it’s honestly the most beautiful sound Chan has heard in two days, though it sounds like it’s somewhat underwater and he can barely keep his eyes open now, the headache hammering away at the inside of his skull with a vengeance.

His fingers find the power switch for the monitor and flip it, and the room is plunged into darkness.

“I love you. I’ll see you this weekend, okay?”

Chan stares up through the darkness at the ceiling, the phone held loosely in his fingers, warm against his ear.

His entire body aches.

“Yeah. Can’t wait.”

You make a kissing sound through the phone, and the line disconnects.

Chan sits there for a moment, in the dark silence, the phone still held beside his ear, and closes his eyes, the exhaustion making his body feel heavy, useless.

His wolf whines, pacing circles, and he finds himself searching for any hint of wisteria, any lingering shell of frost, but all he finds is the mustiness of his own studio, and the smell of bitter rain.

*******

“You look terrible.”

Chan manages to sling his backpack close enough to the closet to count, and kicks off his shoes without really looking.

Seungmin will berate him in the morning, but right now, he can’t even convince himself to care.

Everything inside of him is being pulled toward the thought of a warm shower, and then the familiar cozy comfort of his bed.

Sleep. That’s what he needs.

“Thanks.” Chan manages to reply, though the words sound slurred, even to his own ears, and Minho looks less than impressed.

“I saved you some dinner if you want it-” The other alpha intones blankly, reaching to pull open the fridge for Chan to see.

Chan’s entire body revulses at the thought of food.

Sleep.

“No.” He shakes his head, and his vision is blurry, and it’s hard to focus on the outline of his boyfriend against the sudden, bright light from the refrigerator in the dimly lit kitchen. “I’m just gonna head to bed I think.”

“Please tell me you’re gonna shower first.”

That’s Hyunjin, sitting cross legged on the counter top, his nose crinkled in slight disgust-presumably at Chan’s musk-even as he helps himself to some of whatever batter Minho is currently making for baking.

The elder swats the omega’s hand away with a wooden spoon.

“Hwang Hyunjin, I’ll pull off your fingers.”

Chan doesn’t even hear the luna’s retort, already stumbling out of the kitchen and down the hall blindly toward the end of the house where his bedroom and bathroom reside.

Shower.

Sleep.

He manages to make it down the hallway and up the stairs without falling-a considerable accomplishment considering his eyes are already half closed-but his traitorous feet slow, and then stop, outside of a door that is most definitely not his.

Why are we here? He asks his wolf silently, the exhaustion making his brain cloudy with confusion.

And then, he smells it.

Wisteria. And frosty pine.

The confusion muddling his brain is gone in an instant, swept away like wisps of clouds in the face of a head wind, and Chan is suddenly on full alert, every inch of his body tingling, his nerves electric.

Mate, his wolf whispers, and he reaches for the closed door, letting his fingers skim over the cool knob of the handle.

It might not help, of course he knows this, the logical part of his brain is already balking at the idea, but he lets his hand turn the knob anyway, and before he can second guess himself, steps into the quiet, dark of your room.

The scent, your scent, that lingers, instantly has every muscle in his body relaxing.

The headache that has seemed to plague him for the last two days is suddenly quiet, no longer knocking at the inside of his skull.

Mate, his wolf hums contentedly, and something inside of Chan has him taking a few steps toward the bed, his fingers trailing over your neatly tucked comforter, that is, until they touch something unexpected, something slick and cool, almost like plastic.

Curious, Chan reaches for the lamp resting on the bedside table, and flicks it on.

In the middle of your bed is a plastic grocery bag, neatly folded into a square, and on top, a note with his name on it, printed neatly in your easily recognizable handwriting.

Chan reaches for it, his fingers trembling slightly.

Channie,

I know how hard this is on you, even if you won’t show it.

Sorry I stole this, but I think you’ll be glad I did.

P.S. You’re welcome to sleep in my bed while I’m gone if you want. Ask the omegas to cuddle pile you. That always makes me feel better. <3

He sets aside the note and carefully unfolds the bag, his familiar, worn, black Nirvana hoodie falling into his lap as he does so.

He chuckles fondly, because of course that’s what you had stolen, his fingers kneading the soft fabric affectionately, and then it hits him.

The smell.

He raises the hoodie slowly, disbelievingly, to his nose and takes a deep whiff.

Pine. Wisteria. The faint notes of the perfume you always wear.

His tired, overworked body suddenly feels like putty.

His wolf purrs.

“I thought I’d find you in here.”

Chan looks up at Changbin’s voice, the other alpha standing in the open doorway, and he suddenly feels weirdly guilty, like he’s doing something wrong, sitting in your room, on your bed, with his hoodie in his lap, drenched in your scent.

But there’s no judgment on Changbin’s face-just quiet, affectionate understanding-as he says, “I know it’s hard on you, you know. Not having us all together.”

Chan chuckles, a sort of self-deprecating, humorless sound, and glances down once more, watching the way his fingers disappear into the black fabric draped over his lap.

“What gave it away?” He asks dryly, glancing once more up at Changbin, who is watching him knowingly now. “The dark circles? Or the stench?”

It’s Changbin’s turn to chuckle now, coming to sit beside him on the edge of the bed.

“All of it?” He shrugs, glancing sidelong at the head alpha with a smirk, before he playfully bumps their shoulders together.

Chan appreciates the normalcy of it all. Changbin’s never made a big deal out of things, and it’s one of the many things he appreciates about the quiet, stalwart alpha sitting beside him.

“But it was mostly the return to the old pattern of holing up in the studio for two days and shutting everyone out that really sold it.”

Chan winces and rubs at the back of his neck, shooting the other alpha an apologetic sort of look.

“Yeah, sorry about that.”

Changbin shrugs. “All good. We know how you get. No one took it personally.” He grins. “Well, maybe Hyunjin, but he’s a little dramatic in the best of times.”

Chan laughs. “I’ll make it up to him.”

“I’m sure you will.” Changbin replies with a wink, sitting back on his hands on the bed, as he lets his gaze fall to the hoodie still cradled in Chan’s lap. “She leave you that?”

“I mean, it’s my hoodie.” Chan defends instantly, but he sighs and nods anyway. “But yeah.” He raises the fabric to his nose and takes another experimental whiff, the strong smell of your scent filling his nose and instantly relaxing his tired muscles. “It helps, I think.”

Now it’s Changbin’s turn to lean over and take an experimental whiff of Chan. “Yeah, you definitely smell less stressed.” He grins, crinkling his nose. “But also. You really need to shower.”

“I know okay?” Chan complains, biting back a smile, even as he huffs an irritated breath. “That’s where I was going before I got sidetracked, I swear.”

Chanbin pats his shoulder with a knowing smile, and stands from the bed, the mattress creaking from the sudden movement. He pauses in his trek back to the door to glance at Chan over his shoulder.

“Minho’s worried about you.” His brow furrows, and he offers the head alpha a sympathetic look. “You should really consider eating something before you go to bed. I know it’d make us all feel better.”

Chan sighs, and then finally nods, because now that he’s sat down for a moment, his stomach is starting to grumble with the telltale cramps of hunger pangs.

“Okay. Yeah. Tell him I’ll be down after I clean up.”

Changbin gives him a teasing salute before he leaves. “Yes, sir.”

Chan sighs, his body heavy with exhaustion now that he’s given himself a moment to relax, and forces himself up from your bed, hoodie clenched tightly in his hands.

His head spins slightly as he stands-whether from hunger or exhaustion or both-and he takes a moment to right himself before he heads off back down the hall toward the bathroom.

God, he really needs to take better care of himself.

*******

When Chan finally reemerges back downstairs-clean and feeling slightly less morose and disgusting than before, wrapped safely in the comfort of his nirvana hoodie and your scent-the pack is gathered around the kitchen table.

The younger members are chattering loudly amongst themselves as they play some sort of card game, Minho swatting their hands out of the way affectionately as he sets down a fresh plate of Hotteok in the middle of the table.

No one has noticed Chan’s quiet entrance yet, no one but Seungmin, who sidles up to him from his spot beside the refrigerator, leaning against the counter beside him in silence as they both observe the excited going ons of the pack.

Finally, the beta breeches the comfortable silence between the two of them, not looking at Chan as he asks casually, “Did you finish the song?”

It takes Chan’s sluggish thoughts a moment to catch up to the question. “What?”

“Your song.” Seungmin glances at him now, a slightly amused look in his eyes, as the corner of his lip pulls up into something akin to the start of an exasperated smile. “The one you were working on. You know? The reason we didn’t see you for two days?”

Chan feels as if he’s trying to force his thoughts through gelatin on their path to his mouth, but he finally manages to say, “Oh. Yeah. That song. No. I didn’t finish it. Still working on the bridge.”

Not his most articulate work, but it’ll do.

“Hmm.” Seungmin merely hums beneath his breath in acknowledgement, turning away from Chan once more to watch the ensuing battle at the table.

“Bullshit!”

Chan follows the beta’s gaze as Jisung’s voice rings out from the table, his offended glower and outraged fury directed across the table in Hyunjin’s direction, the said omega looking particularly smug.

“It’s entirely legal, Jisungie. Maybe you’re just shit at this game.”

“NO WAY IN HELL CAN YOU STACK A +2 ON A +4, YOU LYING PIECE OF SHIT!”

“Take it up with someone who cares, asshole.”

“I will. This is unfair play on the field! Where’s my call?!”

Beside Chan, Seungmin sighs.

He glances to the head alpha with a look in his eyes that very clearly says help me, and pushes himself up off the counter.

“Unfortunately, that’s my cue.”

Chan watches as Seungmin crosses the several feet to the kitchen table-and the current fight-and leans over to look at the cards, before he promptly tosses one of Jeongin’s brightly colored socks into the middle of the table and announces blankly, “Unfair Play. Retract your card, Hyunjin.”

“Hah!” Jisung looks vindicated, crowing loudly in triumph, as Hyunjin rolls his eyes and reaches for the offending card, adding it back to his hand.

Duty done, Seungmin once again retreats back to his quiet spot beside Chan.

“Good call.”

Seungmin glances at him sidelong and offers him a sloped grin. “I like to think of myself as impartial, but sometimes, I just side with Jisung to fuck with Hyunjin.”

Chan chuckles and glances back to the resumed game.

“Also a good call.”

“Christopher.”

Chan glances up at the call of his name, and Minho appears beside them now, plate held in his hands. It takes a moment for Chan’s brain to register that he’s holding it out for him, watching him sternly and expectantly.

He takes the offered food from the other alpha and nods his thanks.

“Thanks, Min.”

Minho huffs.

“It would’ve tasted better if you were here to eat it hot, but warmed up will have to do.”

Chan bites back a smile as he lifts his chopsticks, and decides just to thank the other alpha once again, feigned annoyance and all.

“Thank you, Min.”

Minho grunts in affirmation beneath his breath and leans up against the counter beside them.

“God, it smells so much like noona over here that even I can smell it.”

Jisung appears now-having wandered away from the game-and wrinkles his nose in dramatic distaste as he takes a loud sniff of the air.

Chan holds out his arm-clad in the soft, thick fabric of the scent culprit-and let’s Jisung take a small whiff.

“I literally can’t even be in the same room with you right now.”

Seungmin jostles his elbow into the other beta’s ribs. “I’m gonna make you tell noona to her face when she gets back that you don’t like her scent.”

“That’s not true!” Jisung squawks, glaring at the other beta now. “It’s just that that hoodie is overpowering currently.”

“Han Jisung.” Minho says sharply, but he ruffles the beta’s hair affectionately in a direct contrast to his words. “That hoodie is the only way your hyung is going to sleep while (Y/N)’s gone, so let it go.”

“I like it.”

Jeongin pops up beneath Chan’s arm now, burying his nose into the fabric of the hoodie and Chan’s chest, and the head alpha chuckles under his breath as the youngest omega nuzzles against him.

“Me too, Innie.” He tousles the boy’s hair, giving him an affectionate smile.

“Do you want to sleep in our room tonight, hyung?” Felix asks, watching Jeongin cuddle against the head alpha with a soft, fond smile.

“Is no one playing the game anymore?” Minho asks with exasperation, as Hyunjin appears at his side, looping his arm around the older alpha’s waist.

“No. Also.” He looks pointedly at Chan now, who is leaning his cheek against Jeongin’s hair, obviously getting sleepier by the moment. “I think an omega cuddle pile is exactly what you need, hyung. Felix is right.”

Chan feels so relaxed like this-surrounded by the smell of you, and the warmth of his hoodie, and the safety and comfort of his packmates-and his eyes are growing heavier by the second, his body melting into Jeongin’s hold.

Who is he to resist the offer of an omega sleepover?

“Okay. Yeah.” He nods, barely able to keep his eyes open, as Minho takes his empty plate and Changbin shepherds everyone toward the hall.

“C’mon. We can clean up in the morning. Let’s go to bed.”

As they all file down the long hallway, Jeongin’s arms still around his waist, Felix at their side, Chan glances over his shoulder to Hyunjin and asks sleepily, “Did (Y/N) put you all up to this?”

Hyunjin looks dramatically offended. “What? No.” He considers for a moment, tilting his head, and then grins at the head alpha with a shrug. “Okay. Maybe. She just said you have a hard time when the pack isn’t all together, and to make sure you take care of yourself.”

Chan’s beginning to sense a pattern, but he’s too tired to fight it right now.

He lets the omegas tug him into their room and push him down on the bed.

Jeongin immediately curls up against his side, face buried in his chest, and Chan lets himself nose sleepily at the youngest omega’s hair.

The smell of cinnamon warms his nose.

Hyunjin waits until Felix has snuggled up against Chan’s other side, arm looped over his waist, nose in the skin of his throat, and then he glances between the trio.

“Ready?”

Felix nods and hums sleepily beneath his breath, “Ready.”

Hyunjin turns out the lamp and the room falls into darkness.

The bed creaks as Hyunjin crawls over to join them, Chan feels him settle down on the opposite side of Felix, the warmth of his hand finding Chan’s in the darkness, and then Jeongin’s soft voice asks drowsily, “Hyung, do you want to call noona in the morning?”

Chan finds himself nodding, his nose brushing the soft locks of Jeongin’s hair.

“Sure, Innie.”

The youngest sighs and cuddles up to him once more.

“Okay, good.”

Hyunjin squeezes his fingers.

“We’re glad you’re home, hyung.”

Chan can feel his eyes drifting closed-the cocktail of the omegas’ scents and their warmth-already lulling him to give into his exhaustion.

“Me too, Jinnie. Me too.”

*******

“You sound better today, Channie.”

Chan glances at the phone in surprise, your words echoing over the speaker, catching him off guard.

“Do I?”

“Yeah.” You state again, and Chan can almost see you nodding thoughtfully, even though you’re thousands of miles away. “Brighter. More yourself. I’m glad.”

Chan ruffles Jeongin’s bedhead, and Felix rests his chin on the alpha’s shoulder, pressing a kiss to his cheek softly, affectionately.

“Yeah, I guess so. I feel better.”

“I’m glad.” Your tone is warm, genuine, and Chan feels nothing but loved.

“Noona.”

Hyunjin appears, sticking his head in from the adjoining bathroom, his voice raised so you can hear him from across the room, through the phone.

“Yeah, Jinnie.”

“Weigh in on something.”

Felix groans, and Jeongin snickers, and Chan has no idea what’s about to happen.

“...okay?”

Hyunjin comes into the room now, tube of moisturizer still held in his hand, even as he takes up the phone and begins to pace back and forth purposefully.

“Would you say that stacking a +2 on a +4 is allowed?” Chan gets it now, and he rolls his eyes as well, even as Felix burrows down beneath the covers, his nose peeking out, watching the Luna, as if worried another fight is about to break out.

Luckily, it’s still early enough that Jisung is nowhere to be seen.

“I mean, I guess it depends on what game we’re talking about here?”

Hyunjin stares dead ahead at the wall, as if contemplating murder, and then drops the phone back onto the bed without a second glance.

“You’re dead to me.”

You laugh, and the sound makes Chan’s insides all fuzzy with fondness even through the censorship of the phone speaker.

“Wait, wait, Jinnie-listen-”

It’s all gonna be okay.

They’re gonna be okay.

He’s gonna be okay.

And you’ll all be back together again before he knows it, Nirvana hoodie and all.

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giuliadesu · 5 months

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𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨 | han jisung

kpop | giuliadesu

fem!reader ⍛ hurt/comfort; depression, insecurity, anxiety ⍛ 1k w

volcano by han

sometimes, being friends with jisung was hard. it didn’t have to do with the fact that he was an idol known worldwide, often busy with promotions and concerts, no. after knowing and witnessing firsthand some of the darkest days in his life, you made it a point to never show him your weakest side, the one prone to depression and self-loathing; you didn’t want him to worry over your wellbeing when he needed to focus on his own things to be happy. you tried your best to be a little ball of sunshine whenever you spent time together, allowing the boy to either bask in the warmth you hoped to give him, or to soak it up whenever the darkness started creeping up on him.

but it was hard nonetheless, especially when you were the one being dragged back into the darkest recesses of your mind.

you had been back in seoul for a coupe of months now, after spending half a year abroad for a job opportunity, and jisung decided to drop by to finally spend some time together — it had been far too long for his likings.

he noticed something was off whenever you called or facetimed, yet the idea of asking you directly never seemed good; after all, the last thing he wanted was to make you uncomfortable.

now that you were home, though, jisung decided that the best way to deal with whatever was going on through that pretty head of yours was cuddling while watching your favourite anime. maybe he was being a bit selfish, but he missed his little sunshine.

“do you think it’s okay to be this insignificant?”

your voice was muffled from where you were resting against his chest. jisung glanced down, noticing how your small hands were tightened up into small balls over his hoodie.

“but you are not insignificant.”

he felt your body become tense against his, yet silently waited for the rest of the rant he hoped would come.

“… not being able to get a job, dropping out of university, being stuck inside this body and in this life — it’s not much of an accomplishment or stuff to be proud of.”

he stayed silent, carefully considering what you’d just shared. why did you never tell him any of this? was this the reason why you where so thin now, compared to when he dropped you off at the airport all those months ago? had you been starving yourself because of stress and depression?

“at the end of the day, the people around you are not going to care about all that, you know?”

he perceived anger boiling through you.

“but i do. at the end of the day, i am the one having to deal with all of this-”

“-and you are so, so, so strong for that.”

he smiled and cupped your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. the sight of your pretty eyes rimmed in red from the tears you were holding back was painful, he could feel his heart clench.

“you don’t even know how proud i am of you. you still made it through, you are making it through!”

one tear, then another; one sniffle, then another. crying in front of han wasn’t on your to do list for the day, yet the sincerity of his words and the warmth of his gaze cut right through your heart. you buried your face in the crook of his neck, holding him tight. he held you back with equal strength, allowing your trembling body to shake all it wanted.

“i’m sorry for not realising sooner what was going on, i should’ve taken a plane to reach you when i started suspecting something was off. but you are not alone, ‘kay? please, rely on me! i want to be by your side when you’re feeling like this, i want to help you see the beauty in and around you. i- i want to make you happy…”

you could feel your heart stop, then beating again like crazy. why did he have to say something like that now of all times?!

“it’s not your fault, ji… i just shut off everyone, i felt ashamed of my own feelings and responsible for all that was going on. i kept wondering how someone like you could stand to be around me, i mean, look at you! a successful music producer and idol, an all-rounder in your field, an amazing person… you could have literally anyon-”

“-but i want you. i am the person i am now because you were by my side when everything went dark. you were my sun, you embraced all my scars and imperfections, turning the tide so that all my cons are pros now. you were next to me when i had panic attacks, you were hugging me whenever i was crying. how could i love someone else the way i love you?”

you finally looked up. his eyes were glossy, shining from a flutter of emotions.

“like a volcano, love at a temperature that can melt when touched take me to you, way below to the end of the ground it’s okay if everything burns down even if i go back hundred of times, my choice is always you, so i can melt into you hug my body even if it hurts, it’s okay among the cold and harsh waves i need your heat, you are my volcano”

“that song was for you. i wrote it with you in mind all those years ago when i realised you were more than my best friend.”

he chuckled, stroking your head before moving some strands aways from your face.

“you really are a volcano: you bottle everything up for the longest times, then you explode. sometimes it’s a big event, loud and scary; other times it’s the gentle flow of lava, still scary yet fascinating to look at, with your eyes red with unshed tears.”

his hands found your cheeks again, and you let yourself melt at the contact.

“if i am a volcano, then you are the ground that supports me — anytime, anywhere.”

the kiss was slightly salty from the tears you both let out, but it was perfectly imperfect like the both of you.

i’ll protect you, it’s okay to hurt; i’ll embrace the wounds you shed.

#𝐤𝐩𝐨𝐩 #𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 #𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐣𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠 #𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨 #kpop #kpop x female reader #kpop x reader #stray kids x female reader #stray kids x reader #stray kids #skz x reader #skz #skz imagines #han jisung #jisung x reader #jisung x female reader #han jisung x reader #han jisung x you

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chvnnie · 2 years

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The Bet part two

hwang hyunjin x fem reader x han jisung

word count: 11.4k (i’m so sorry lmao)

genre: fluff, smut - MINORS DNI

warnings: they’re all in looooove, dom!hyunjin, switch!reader (reader falls into both dom and sub headspace in this fic), switch!jisung (jisung falls into both dom and sub headspace in this fic), mean!hard dom jisung, bratty!jisung, semi bratty!reader, stoner!jisung, multiple mentions of weed, use of restraints, degradation, praising, teasing, unprotected sex (pls just don’t), one mention of anal, phone sex, masturbation (m and f), use of toys, dirty talk, marking, choking, one slap, crying, drool, video tapping, voyeurism(?), pet names: good girl, good boy, whore, slut, angel, baby, baby girl, use of sir (for jisung), slight sub space, aftercare, there’s so much happening and it’s all so filthy i’m so sorry i’m a whore. if i missed anything, PLEASE LET ME KNOW.

summary: hyunjin gives jisung a punishment, but he’s never been a very at following rules.

a/n: I STG I DID NOT MEAN FOR THIS FIC TO BE SO LONG BUT I KINDA POPPED OFF. i had so much fun writing it, i really love these three and their dynamic so i just couldn’t stop myself. i’m so excited for you all to read the continuation of this storyline! i hope you all enjoy :)

this is a work of fiction. this fic in no way represents hwang hyunjin or han jisung as people, or stray kids as a whole. you are responsible for the media you consume. please read responsibly.

At 2 am, the October rain was at a downpour, loudly hitting the front windshield of the car currently sitting in park outside of the airport. The car was warm, the windows steaming in contrast to the cold air outside. Music was playing at a low volume, barely audible over the tapping of the rain.

You sat in the backseat, knees pulled up to your chest. The small cotton shorts you wore to bed the night before rode up your legs, leaving skin exposed to the cold leather of the car. Your hair was still damp from the shower you took hours ago, legs sore and bruised from being held open before that. All you wanted was to sleep, but you also didn’t want to leave the airport parking lot anytime soon.

Jisung was in the driver seat, head pressed against the headrest, looking up at the ceiling of the car. He wore one of Hyunjin’s hoodies, which loosely fit him, and workout shorts that barely touched his mid thigh. His hands went up to his face, sneaking under his glasses to rub his eyes. He had barely slept; he couldn't bear to miss the short amount of time left.

Hyunjin sat in the passenger seat, blonde hair pulled out of his face with a headband and in a low pony. Out of the three of you, he was the most appropriately dressed for the weather; black joggers, a big sweater, and close toed shoes. Both you and Jisung had opted to wear sandals on the drive. He was looking at Jisung, hand resting on his boyfriend’s thigh. He wanted him to look at him. He needed him too. He wasn’t leaving the car until he did.

Work trips always hit Jisung the hardest, and Hyunjin’s job took him on a lot. Most trips he stayed in the country, only gone for a handful of days at a time. Sometimes, though, they took him out of the country, and those were more unpredictable when it came to length. You had learned to assume they were anywhere between a week and a month, typically about three weeks. Hyunjin had lucked out this time - he would only be gone two. Even though it was one of the shorter trips, Jisung still had a hard time parting with him.

It wasn’t that Jisung needed you or Hyunjin around all of the time - he understood the two of you had jobs and friends and hobbies outside of the relationship, and he did as well, so he always respected that. It was that he loved you both so deeply in ways he couldn’t even begin to explain that when either of you are gone for more than two days, he gets sad. He just wants you in his arms, he wants to feel your skin on his, Hyunjin’s kisses on his shoulders, he wants to wake up in bed with the both of you.

So this was hard for him. Both you and Hyunjin understood that. He needed a second to collect his emotions before he could say goodbye.

When Jisung finally looked at Hyunjin, his eyes were watering. The hand not on his thigh cupped his face, gently catching any tears that rolled out.

“Don’t cry, my love.” Hyunjin whispered, minty breath fanning Jisung’s face. The dark haired man shut his eyes, trying to savor Hyunjin’s scent. He always smelled like mint and rainwater, with hints of vanilla from the shampoo he used. Jisung never tired of it - he would drown himself in it if he could. “I’ll be back so soon.”

Jisung leaned into his touch, warm and soft against his cheek. “Don’t want you to go.” His voice was a whisper.

“Me neither.” Hyunjin slowly closed the space between them, softly kissing his boyfriend. His lips always tasted like cherry from his chapstick, and Hyunjin swore it gave him a buzz every time they kissed. He let Jisung’s tongue explore his mouth, drinking in the taste of him before he pulled away. “I’m going to miss you so much.”

Jisung nodded his head, knowing if he spoke his tears would be unstoppable. Hyunjin understood that as well, turning his attention to you to give him space.

“My girl.” He called softly, reaching out for you. You moved to the edge of the seat, hugging him as well as you could from the back. One hand wrapped around your center, the other in your hair, Hyunjin cradled your head as he held you close to him. “I love you so much.”

You clutched onto his shoulders, willing yourself not to cry. It was safe to say that this was hardest on Jisung, but that didn’t make it easy for you or Hyunjin, either. You knew when you got home that you would be holding Jisung as he cried, the two of you eventually falling asleep intertwined. You would let yourself cry then, not wanting Hyunjin to worry too much. You wanted him to enjoy his trip, enjoy the new place he was getting to explore.

“I love you.” You mumbled against his shoulder. “Call us when you land?”

Hyunjin pulled away from you, hands falling to grasp yours. “And every chance I get.” He brought both of your hands up to his mouth, peppering them with sweet kisses before he leaned across the console to capture your lips. If Jisung tasted like cherry, you tasted like mint, lip balm always rubbing off on him and making his lips tingle when the kisses ended. He loved it - it excited him. Even after all these years together, Hyunjin found excitement in you daily. You thrilled him in ways he never understood, and didn’t want to understand. He just wanted you, and everyday he thanked every god he could that you were his, and that he got to share you with his favorite man in the world.

You were the one to break the kiss this time, wanting to get one last look at him before he left. Your fingers traced his jawline as if trying to memorize him. “I can’t wait for you to come home.”

Hyunjin smiled sweetly at you, kissing the fingertips that now ran across his lips. He couldn’t wait to be home, either.

Hand still on his face, he turned to Jisung. “Sungie, could you pop the trunk for me?”

Jisung nodded, reaching down to grab the lever.

“Do you want us to walk you in?” You asked as you finally moved your hand away.

Hyunjin waved you off as he collected the backpack at his feet. “No, it’s pouring out there and cold. Stay here. I don’t want you to get sick.”

“Do you need help with your bag?” Jisung asked the question this time.

Hyunjin shook his head no. Once he had all his things, he turned to you, placing a swift kiss on your forehead, then the tip of your nose, and finally on your lips.

“I love you, angel.”

He turned to Jisung, repeating the same kisses on his face. When he was done, he kept his lips near Jisung’s, not quite ready to pull away.

“I love you, Sungie.”

Jisung smiled sadly, gently rubbing his nose against his. “I love you, Jinnie.”

Before Hyunjin pulled away, he whispered lowly, tone soft but threatening: “Don’t forget the rules.”

With that, he was out of the car, blowing kisses as he collected his suitcase from the trunk and ran inside the airport.

The rules.

The stupid, fucking rules.

Just thinking about them had Jisung’s grip tightening against the wheel, his focus narrowed in on the road ahead of him.

When Jisung joined the couple two years ago, it took a few months to figure out the sexual dynamic, especially with you and Jisung both being switches. It was easy to say that Hyunjin was always in charge, no matter what, but what about the two of you? What happened when either of you dommed?

Hyunjin was the softer dom of the three of you. He loves to praise, showering you two with kisses and always making sure you felt as good as he did. He was gentle and kind, the most aggressive thing about him was his love for calling you a whore in bed. He was patient and slow to anger, so he hardly was the one giving out punishments. It was good that he was soft, because you and Jisung were not.

You considered yourself in the middle - you weren’t soft per say, but you weren’t a hard dom either. One of your favorite things to do was making Jisung cry, watching him writhe and beg underneath you. Or on top of you. Honestly, wherever you wanted him, he would be. He was a good boy for you, and you loved bossing him around. Your punishments were always mild; wanted to cum? Fine, do it. Over, and over, and over until you were sick of it. Didn’t want to listen? Fine, he could watch you and Hyunjin fuck with his hands tied, unable to do anything but cry for attention. Wouldn’t stop mouthing off? You would shove your panties in his mouth without hesitation. He wanted to act like a slut, you would gladly treat him like one.

Jisung was mean when he was in charge. He would set rules that he knew would be impossible for you to follow just to punish you. He liked seeing you covered in bruises and hickeys, often shoving you to your knees hard enough to hear the hit of them echo. You were nothing but his little fuck toy to use whenever he dommed, only there for his pleasure and his pleasure alone. And you adored it. There was something so incredibly sexy about the way Jisung treated you like you were nothing while Hyunjin kissed you softly and praised you at the exact same time. Every time Jisung and Hyunjin dommed you, you swore you ascended, loving every second the contradicting treatment.

While similar doms, you couldn’t be more opposite subs. You loved to listen, always wanting to hear Hyunjin call you a good girl and fill you with cum. He called you angel for a reason - always so willing and ready for him, at his beck and call whenever he wanted you for whatever he wanted. Rarely would you ever act up for Hyunjin, or even Jisung. In all fairness, Jisung’s rules were impossible to follow, setting you up for failure, but you did always listen to him. You were good for both of your boyfriends, even Jisung in his hard dom state could admit that.

With Jisung, it depended on who it was and what he wanted. He tends to listen better with you, knowing that you always made it worth his while in the end. If he ever wanted something, he would always go to Hyunjin first, knowing he’d be the most likely to give it to him. And he did, most of the time. When he got what he wanted, he was as good and sweet as you were, wanting to do anything Hyunjin asked of him. When he didn’t get what he wanted, however, he would act out.

It was almost impossible to push Hyunjin’s buttons so hard that he would give punishments, but with Jisung, it had happened a handful of times. Jisung enjoyed being a brat; he enjoyed pushing his patient, loving boyfriend to the breaking point, watching his soft face grow hard as he ruined Jisung.

The last time he pushed Hyunjin that far was last week. Jisung had been a brat all day after Hyunjin told him he couldn’t have a blowjob until they were done running errands.

“Behave and you can cum all in my mouth later, baby boy.” His boyfriend had told him.

Jisung had whined and whined, telling Hyunjin he needed his mouth now, not later. But it was no good, Hyunjin just telling him if he waited that he would get all he wanted and more.

After Hyunjin had told him no, he went into your home office to try and convince you. Out right asking would get him another no, so he decided to try a different angle. Jisung sat on his knees next to your desk chair, resting his chin on your thigh to get your attention.

You glanced down at your boyfriend, wide eyed and pouty, and removed your headphones. “Hi my sweet boy.” Your hands found his hair, running through them softly. “What’s with that pout?”

Jisung closed his eyes, leaning into the feeling of your touch. “Just wanted some attention.”

“Mm, what kind of attention?”

He opened his eyes, blinking up at you sweetly. You knew he wanted something the moment he put his chin on your thigh, and the look he was giving you confirmed it.

“Want your mouth on me, please.” His tone was needy and pitchy, and you knew he was ready to beg for what he wanted.

“I see. Have you been a good boy today?”

Jisung nodded quickly. “So good, baby. I listened so well last night, and this morning when I made you cum. Remember?”

“Yes, but didn’t you get to cum inside me? Was that not a good enough reward, Sungie?”

He felt disappointment wash over him, his lip slightly trembling as he looked up at you. “It was the best reward-“

“Then why are you asking for more?”

It was then Hyunjin walked in the room to remind you that it was almost time to leave. He didn’t expect to find Jisung in there with you, pouting at you with puppy eyes.

“What’s going on?” Hyunjin asked, strolling over to the two of you.

You looked up at him, hands firmly gripping Jisung’s hair to keep him in place as you spoke. “Sungie was asking me to blow him. Apparently filling me up wasn’t enough of a reward.”

Hyunjin sighed, squatting down next to Jisung. Jisung looked at him, realizing that there was no way for him to talk himself out of this. “What did I just tell you? Did I tell you to come in here and bother our girl while she worked, or did I tell you to wait?”

Jisung felt his disappointment get overpowered by annoyance, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at his boyfriend. “You told me to wait.”

“So you ignored what I said in hopes that she would give you what you wanted? Did you want her to get in trouble with you?”

Jisung gritted his teeth. “No.”

Hyunjin stared at his boyfriend, assessing him. He could tell he was beginning to get upset about not getting what he wanted, but Hyunjin wasn’t happy that he ignored his very easy order. If he wanted to be a brat, fine. Hyunjin would let you deal with him later.

Standing up, Hyunjin leaned down to plant a soft kiss on your cheek. “Leaving in five. Are you at a good stopping place?”

You nodded, hands finally releasing Jisung from your hold. “I’m ready now.”

Jisung moved back so you could stand up, then followed your movements. When he was on his feet again, Hyunjin stood in front of him, fingers gripping his chin to make him look at him.

“Be good, and you still might get what you want.”

And he tried. Jisung really, really tried to be good. But then he watched the way Hyunjin grabbed your ass in the grocery store and the way he would give you little kisses as the two of you checked the grocery list. The only touch Jisung got at the store was Hyunjin holding his hand. It wasn’t enough, not when you were getting showered with affection and he was getting none.

While you were squeezing bread, Jisung decided to make a move on Hyunjin.

“Jinnnnnie.” He whined, tugging on his hand.

Hyunjin looked down at his boyfriend, eyebrows raised. “What’s wrong, baby?”

Jisung pouted his lips, sticking them out for a kiss.

“Do you think you deserve one?”

He was getting really sick of questions like that today.

“I’ve been so good this whole time.” His voice was a shrill whine, not even bothering to hide how frustrated he was. “Just want one kiss. Please?”

Hyunjin rolled his eyes, deciding to cave. “Fine, but only one.”

Jisung’s eyes lit up, leaning in for the kiss. Hyunjin pressed his lips against his, giving him a small peck before moving away.

The light left his eyes.

“That’s it?” Jisung asked, his face heating with anger. “Just a peck?”

Hyunjin glared at him, sternly telling him to behave with his eyes.

No, no. He was sick of this.

Jisung stomped over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and immediately began pressing kisses on your cheek. You wiggled against his hold, giggling slightly as you asked him to stop.

“Come on, baby.” His voice was low, sending chills down your spine. “Just wanna give you a few kisses is all.”

You almost let him continue, wanting to feel his lips all over your skin more than anything, until you remembered what he did in your office. You pushed his hands off of you, patience gone. “You need to stop before I take away any hopes of you getting a blow job today.”

Then, he did something he never does with you.

He rolled his eyes.

“Whatever.” He mumbled, moving out of your grasp and walking away from the two of you. You and Hyunjin exchanged looks, and it was clear that both of you were sick of his attitude.

Jisung texted the group chat that he would be in the car, and you and Hyunjin finished up the shopping. While waiting in line, you told him that you were sick of Jisung acting like a brat and that you think you should go ahead and punish him. Hyunjin shut your idea down quickly.

“He’s a good boy. He deserves another chance.”

Hyunjin regretted giving him that last chance.

Once the three of you got home, Jisung went right into the living room and turned in his gaming console.

“Sungie, can you come help us before you play games, please?” Hyunjin asked as he placed two bags on the kitchen island.

“No.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said, no.” He snapped out before sitting on the couch and pulling up his last played game.

Trying to keep his composure, Hyunjin took a deep breath and tried again. “Jisung, please come help us, and then you can go back to being mad at us for the rest of the day.”

He didn’t answer, purposely ignoring Hyunjin.

You came into the kitchen, three bags in your hands, and immediately felt the tension. You glanced over at Hyunjin, ears redder than you’ve ever seen, a vein popping in his neck.

No questions were needed. Hyunjin didn’t even look at you as he walked into the living room and quickly unplugged both the game console and the tv.

“What the fuck-“

“Shut up.” Hyunjin hissed. You watched with wide eyes, scared to walk any further into the living room. Hyunjin was patient and slow to anger, but when he got there, he was the last person you wanted to fuck with. “I am so fucking sick of your attitude, Jisung. I gave you so many chances to listen, and you didn’t even try. I’ll ask one last time - get the fuck up and help, and I’ll think about lessening your punishment.”

Then, Jisung locked his fate in with a sly smirk, staring Hyunjin dead in the eyes before saying:

“Make me.”

His punishment was one you liked to give him when he didn’t listen: tied up on a kitchen chair naked, forced to watch you and Hyunjin fuck over and over again. At first, you thought it was a bit tame, wanting to give him something more. But then Hyunjin slammed himself into you without warning, and you knew this was going to affect Jisung in ways it never had before.

Hyunjin had you bent over the kitchen table, one hand on your hip while the other held your face down, pointed in Jisung’s direction. Jisung watched as you screamed, fingers clawing at the wooden table while Hyunjin fucked you at a relentless pace.

“Fuck, what a good girl, screaming so loudly for me.” Hyunjin hissed, hand leaving your hip to circle around and find your clit. You jolted forward at the touch, hips banging against the edge of the table. Clenching around him, you started to warn him that you were close, and he was about to let you cum.

Until he looked over at Jisung to tell him to watch, only to find his abs and thighs painted in his own cum.

Hyunjin stopped abruptly, still inside you. You whined at your lost orgasm, ready to beg for more when Hyunjin grabbed your hair and pulled you against his chest.

“Look at him.” Hyunjin said, a wide smile across his face. “So desperate to cum at that he made a mess without anyone touching him.”

Jisung flushed, feeling small beneath your gazes. He hated the way it turned him on, hated the way it pushed him back to the edge to hear you two talk about him like that.

A scoff left your mouth, and Jisung whined at the sound. You smiled at him before turning to Hyunjin, eyes dancing with mischief. “Make him do it again.”

Jisung came twice more without touch, the last one making him sob when it hit before Hyunjin decided it was enough. After helping you down, whispering praise into your hair and kissing your fucked out face, he walked over to Jisung and began to untie the ropes.

“I’m going to start a bath for the two of you after I finish this. Make sure you both go pee and grab a drink before meeting me in the bathroom.”

Both you and Jisung nodded, too far gone to try and respond. As you made your way to the kitchen to grab water bottles, Hyunjin squatted in front of his boyfriend. The ties were loose, allowing Jisung to slip out of them. Hyunjin grabbed his wrist, kissing the rope marks over and over.

“You did well, Sungie.”

Jisung smiled. The aftercare made it all worth it. Hearing how proud Hyunjin was always made Jisung float, feeling just how deeply his boyfriend loved him.

“But we’re not done.”

His smile dropped quickly, and even you were surprised at Hyunjin’s last remark.

That’s when he set the rules in place. They would end as soon as Hyunjin returned from his trip, and if Jisung followed them, he would reward him with anything he wanted for a full week, no questions asked.

All he had to do was not touch you, or himself, while Hyunjin was gone.

Simple, right? It was only two weeks, Jisung could easily go that long without touching you or masturbating. It would be a breeze.

Except for the fact that the simple thought of them set him on edge and made him angry.

Jisung accidentally ran a red light, not even noticing the color.

“Sungie?” You said, hand resting gently on his thigh. “You okay? Do you need me to drive?”

You probably thought he was just upset about Hyunjin leaving. Which he was; his heart already ached knowing he wasn’t going to be in bed with the two of you tonight. Knowing it would be easier just to say that, Jisung shook his head. “Just miss Hyunjin.”

You frowned and leaned across the console to rest your head on his shoulder. “Me too. I wish he could’ve stayed home.”

Jisung nodded, slowing down as he entered your neighborhood. “Can we snuggle tonight?”

“Of course.” You softly responded. “I don’t want you to leave my side ever, especially not tonight.”

He resisted the urge to sigh, wanting nothing more than to take you home and make love to you tonight. Jisung loved alone time with you, getting to make you feel good and make you feel loved all night long. You were his favorite girl in the world, and he would do anything to make you feel loved and special. Not getting to show you how deeply he cared for you in that way…

It was going to be a long two weeks.

Hyunjin kept his word, FaceTiming the two of you everyday. He sent pictures in the group chat of everything he thought was noteworthy, and bitched when things were slow and boring.

You were surprised when you went into your home office the first day he was gone to find a note taped to your laptop screen. You opened it to reveal a three page letter from Hyunjin, detailing his love for you in poems and doodles along the edges. He ended the note with a hint, saying there were letters hidden inside your office, one for each day he was gone to remind you of his love for you. So far, they were all the same in length, and each one made you cry without fail.

Jisung had found a similar letter tucked in his work bag. His letters were hidden throughout his home studio and car, each listing different things he loved about him and why. Jisung reread each letter everyday. They even smelled like him, making Jisung cry harder each time he read them.

A week and two days into Hyunjin being gone, and things have gone smoothly. You and Jisung took a day trip to a place you’ve been wanting to visit for a while, spending the day eating ice cream and sightseeing together. There was a firework show that night that you two stayed late to see, snuggling on the hood of Jisung’s car together under a blanket.

At night, the two of you would lay in bed together, legs twisted together and holding each other close as you shared stories of your day. Jisung ended every night with soft kisses across your face, reminding you of how much he loved you and how everyday he fell harder for you. It was something he’s been doing for a while, but something about those sweet words this past few days made you melt more.

He was doing good with the rules Hyunjin left, too. Every time he felt like he was going to pounce on you or wanted to touch himself, he would exit the situation immediately and take deep breaths. Sure, it still made him mad, but he really wanted to try and be good.

Three days before Hyunjin was supposed to get home, you woke up soaked. The dreams you had kept replaying in your mind, and all you wanted was for someone to fuck you immediately. Jisung had left early to go to the gym, so you took the opportunity to get yourself off before he came home. You found your vibrator in Hyunjin’s bedside table and shed your panties, immediately pressing the toy to your clit. You turned it up to the highest setting, desperate to feel some sort of release, but it wasn’t enough. Holding the vibratior in your nondominant hand, you pushed your free fingers into your cunt, going hard and fast to reach your edge.

You thought of the night before Hyunjin left, leaning against Jisung’s back as held you open with his cock in your ass while Hyunjin fucked your cunt. The way he would kiss you as he went hard, then find Jisung’s lips after yours. Both Jisung and Hyunjin filling your holes, Jisung’s hands around your throat while Hyunjin’s were in your hair as they reached their highs. The praise they both gave you for how well you took them, and the way they teased you when you whined as they pulled out.

“Does our needy little girl need us again? Can’t go a few seconds without a cock in both holes?” Hyunjin’s gentle touch on your cheeks with filth spilling out of his mouth had you speechless, ready to beg for more.

Even that memory, that still made you drip when you thought about it, only pushed you a few inches closer to bliss. Your fingers weren’t enough. Your toys weren’t enough. You needed more.

You dropped the toy, reaching to the other side of the bed for your phone. The line rang four times before he picked up.

“Hi angel, is this an emergency? I’m-“

“Jinnie.” The whine that fell from your lips was pathetic, but you weren’t in the headspace to care. “Need your help. Need to cum so bad.”

The line went silent for a moment like he muted you. You waited for what seemed like an eternity, especially when you’re this turned on, for him to return to the call. Just when you thought he wasn’t, the line clicked back on and you heard the sound of a door shutting.

“I have to be fast.” The clink of his belt made your heart soar. “I had to leave a meeting for this.”

“I’ll be fast.” Your heart was hammering against your chest as you grabbed your toy. “I'm so close, Hyunjin.”

“Can’t believe you would call me in the middle of the day like this. You know I have to work.” He hissed, the sounds of skin slapping echoing in the background.

“‘M sorry.” You weren’t. “Just need you so bad. Miss you so much.”

Hyunjin groaned. “I miss you too, angel. Miss the way you’re so good for me. Miss that tight fucking pussy, fuck-“

“Jinnie-“

“Mm, miss the way you whine my name, too. Sounds so pretty for me. Say it again.”

You moaned his name again, repeating it like a mantra. You quickly put your phone on speaker phone, dropping it on your chest to utilize your other hand. Instead of pushing your fingers back in, your hand fell to your breast, twisting and pinching them the way you liked. The added sensation made you gasp, whimpers louder than before.

“Pretty angel, you close?”

You nodded your head like he could see you. “Wanna-wanna-“

“Come on, baby. Cum with me.” His words and the way he grunted the command out finally sent you into a spiral. You came hard, relief washing over you instantly. Hyunjin’s moans, low and soft, told you that he finished alongside you.

Staring at the ceiling, you tried to regain your composure, the noise in the background of the call helping you focus on something. The curses he mumbled as you imagined he tried to clean himself off. The sound something turning, knocking against something else and making a solid thudding noise. His belt clinking as he buckled it.

“Are you in a bathroom?” You asked, breath finally steady enough to speak.

A flush confirmed your suspicions. “Yes.”

“Gross.”

“Where would you have preferred me to get you off? In the middle of the conference room.”

“Yeah, that would’ve been hot.”

Hyunjin scoffed playfully, the smile that usually accompanied it clear in your mind. “I miss you.”

“I miss you, too. When does your flight come in Thursday?” You got out of bed to clean yourself up and get ready for the day.

“Midnight. But don’t worry about coming to get me-“

“We’re going to.”

“Baby-“

“Not up for debate. Besides, you know Jisung would kill you if you told him not to pick you up.”

“How is he doing?” Hyunjin’s tone changed at the mention of his name, worry lacing it. “I called him earlier this morning, but he said he was on his way to meet Changbin.”

Your heart ached at his concern. Hyunjin never worried about how you held up when he was gone. Sure, you were sad and you missed him, but he knew you had multiple ways to cope with his absence. Seeing as you two were together the entirety of your college careers, both of you living on opposite sides of the country during the summers and studying abroad at different times, you two found ways to still actively love each other with distance in between you. Jisung didn’t experience any of that - he was just your goofy, cute friend in college. He didn’t know how you dealt with Hyunjin being away, or how you distracted yourself when the pain of him not being within reach was too heavy. Jisung was still figuring it out, and having a hard time doing so.

“He’s okay.” You answered honestly. “Changbin’s been dragging him to the gym a lot, which is a good distraction. We’ve been on at least five dates since you left, and have another one planned for tomorrow. He still misses you a lot, but we’ve gone from crying every night to every few nights so he’s making progress.”

“I hate doing this to him.” Hyunjin’s voice cracked, a warning that tears were about to start. “It’s so hard for him, and I don’t want him to hate me for it-“

“No.” You cut him off immediately, voice stern but gentle. “Jisung does NOT hate you for this, Hyunjin. He misses you so much it’s painful, but he also loves that you get to travel and work a job you actually enjoy. Jisung is so proud of you. Just last night, at dinner with Chan and his girlfriend, he went on and on about you and showed all the pictures you’ve sent. He is so proud of you, Jinnie. Even if it sucks, you can see how happy he is for you.”

Your boyfriend sniffled, and your heart shattered. “Thank you. I needed that reminder.”

“Of course. We’re so proud of you, and so happy you picked us to love.”

He chuckled softly. “How’s he doing with the rules?”

You fiddled with the shower handle, setting the water temperature as you spoke. “Really good, actually. He’s shown more control over himself than I’ve ever seen.”

“That’s good to hear. How about you? How are you handling it?”

It was a loaded question. The rules didn’t only affect Jisung, they affected you as well. While you still had the permission to touch yourself, the past hour proved how inefficient that method was to your end goal. And as much as you’ve tried to ignore it the past couple of days, Jisung was incredible at turning you without even trying. Everything from the tight boxers he wears around the house, to the way his lips wrap around a joint, to the feeling of his warm body pressed against yours made you soaked. There wasn’t a moment you didn’t want to jump his bones, and the fact that you weren’t allowed to made him even harder to resist.

You debated on lying. Saying everything was great. No, you hadn’t been suffering at all. Sexual frustration? What’s that? “It’s been hard.” You admitted. “I just miss the way his body feels against mine. It’s hard when he’s right there and I can’t get even a bit of satisfaction from him.”

Hyunjin sighed sadly. “I understand. It’s like a punishment for you, too, even though you did nothing. I didn’t mean to make it hard on you, too.”

“It is.” You agreed, then fell silent, listening to the way the shower water padded against the marble wall. This wouldn’t be so overwhelming, so frustrating if Hyunjin had given you permission to punish Jisung in his absence-

Wait.

“Let me punish him.”

“Huh?” Hyunjin responded, startled.

“Let me punish him. That way he’s still suffering from the consequences and I get some relief.” The idea wasn’t your best, but Hyunjin hardly ever said no to you. “It would work out perfect-“

“No.”

“What? Jinnie, why not-“

“I said no.” The tone he used was the same he used on Jisung when he was acting up. Never has he once directed it towards you, and it made you feel both ashamed and annoyed. “He has to learn how to behave.”

“But I can help-“

“What part of no don’t you understand? Jisung is not fucking you, you’re not fucking him, nobody is fucking anybody until I get back. The only person you can fuck, baby, is yourself.”

You. The good girl. The sweet sub. The one who always listens no matter the dom. Always so willing, so obedient, so compliant. So…good.

You, standing in the humid bathroom, shaking as rage coursed through your veins.

How dare he speak to you like that? Like you’re the brat? Like you aren’t always on your best behavior for him?

How dare he punish you with these stupid rules when you’ve done nothing?

“Do I make myself clear? You are not allowed to even entertain the idea of fucking Jisung until I get back. Got it?”

“Got it.” You said through your clenched jaw. You hope he heard how unhappy you were. Hyunjin needs to know what he’s doing to you is incredibly unfair.

“Good.” His tone shifted, becoming soft once again. “I have to get back to my meeting now. I love you, I promise this will be over soon.”

You said your goodbyes, promising to FaceTime tonight when Hyunjin was free. The call ended, leaving you alone to stir in the anger. You did nothing to deserve this. You would be damned if you didn’t get what you wanted.

Jisung spent most of the morning in the gym. Changbin was a welcome distraction - helping him stretch and find exercises that let the negative emotions flow out. He would’ve stayed longer if Changbin hadn’t cut him off, telling him to go home and rest before he injured himself.

It was hard to leave your side this morning. When Jisung’s alarm went off, and he felt your legs over his and your hair tickling his bare chest, all he wanted to do was to sink into the bed and never leave. He almost called Changbin to cancel, but knew his older friend would end up dragging him to the gym if he didn’t. Begrudgingly, Jisung had left the bed, you pouting in your sleep when the warmth of his body was snatched from you.

Leaving you in the morning was the worst, but Jisung couldn’t believe how lucky he was to wake up next to you everyday.

You usually worked in the office on Mondays, so Jisung took his time getting home. He stopped for coffee, picked up breakfast, even took the long way home. The less time he had to spend in that empty house by himself, the better. It was too quiet when he was alone.

But when the garage door opened and revealed your car was still in its spot, Jisung was confused. Rarely did you miss going in on a Monday - it was the only day you were required to be in the office. What could have made you stay home today?

He was even more puzzled to find you on the bed, lying on your belly and facing away from the bedroom door. Your hair was damp, sticking to your bare shoulders. Legs shining under the mid morning light that leaked through the open windows like you had just applied lotion. You were completely bare except for a pair of panties. The sight of you had him cursing under his breath, unable to look away. It wasn’t because you were practically nude, or because he could smell your lotion from the doorway, or because you looked like a goddess underneath the sun. No, it was because of the panties. A simple pair; black satin, just sheer enough to show off the curves of your ass. The way they exposed just enough of you to make Jisung hard was divine, and exactly the reason why they were his favorite.

You hadn’t noticed he was there. He didn’t know if he wanted to make himself known. Jisung just wanted to stare at you - he wanted to memorize every inch of your body like this. The way your left leg was hiked up just a bit, revealing you clothed center.

The other thing Jisung loved about satin: wet spots were hard to hide.

And the one you had was large.

His sweats felt tighter, hand moving on its own to grab his growing cock. Fuck, you looked so pretty laid out like that. You were doing absolutely nothing and Jisung couldn’t even control himself. Thoughts of pulling those panties off of you, hiding them away so he could use them later. There was nothing he wanted more than to feel your body on his-

You shifted in the bed, rolling over onto your back. That movement was enough for Jisung to snap back to reality, quickly dropping his hand from his crotch. You saw him then, dropping your phone and sitting up on your elbows.

“Hi baby.” Your voice was cheerful, almost innocent, like you weren’t topless and Jisung wasn’t very obviously staring at your tits. “How was the gym?”

“Oh. Um-“ He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. “It was fine. Why are you home?”

You stuck your bottom lip out in a pout, and Jisung was proud that he didn’t jump on you right then and there. “Didn’t feel like going in today, thought I’d take a long weekend.” You sat up fully, moving to the edge of the bed by the door. Grabby hands reached out to him, and he knew he shouldn’t move; if he touched you, he wouldn’t be able to stop. But the pout you gave him and the way you were reaching for him had him moving without even thinking. Once close enough, you grabbed the hem of his shirt, moving him closer to you. “Wanna do something today?”

Your fingers brushed against his lower abs, the pressure behind the stroke too heavy to be an accident. Were you doing this on purpose? Were you testing him? “Maybe. I was just going to get high and play some video games, so my schedule is clear.”

“We can still do that.” Your voice dropped an octave, and at this point Jisung knew you were playing with him. “Wanna shower the gym off and I’ll roll a joint? Then we can watch a movie or something.”

Shower. Yes. Jisung needed to leave this room immediately. “Yeah, that sounds good.” He moved your hands off of his shirt, trying to not seem too eager to get away. “I’ll be back in like, fifteen.”

He rushed to the bathroom, slightly slamming the door behind him. Jisung leaned against the door and tugged his shirt over his head in a fit of frustration. What the fuck was that? You knew the rules. You knew what Jisung wasn’t allowed to do. You were the good little sub. Why were you acting like Jisung?

His phone pinged with a notification. With shaky hands, he pulled his phone out his pocket. It was a text message from you, to the group chat with him and Hyunjin.

You: [10:45] three more days!!!

Hyunjin’s response was immediate.

Jinnie: [10:45] i can’t wait. miss you two so much <3

Three more days. Okay. Yes. Jisung could make it three more days. I mean, he’s made it eleven so far, three more days shouldn’t be that hard? It was the final stretch, he could literally see the finish line. He could easily do this.

Jisung locked his phone and went to put it on the counter, knocking something off the edge of it. He bent down to pick it up and froze.

Your vibrator, still wet from being clean, laid on the tile floor and confirmed that you were in fact taunting him. Everything was red, and Jisung was no longer shaking with self control, but anger.

You were fucking playing with him, knowing he couldn’t react. Everything, from the panties to the lotion to the vibrator; it was all intentional. All a part of your plan to piss him off. Jisung would wager that even the text message was part of it - reminding him how close he was to succeeding. And you wanted to play? This close to his win?

Fine, then. Jisung would fucking play.

He took more than fifteen minutes in the shower, purposely drawing it out to annoy you. His skin care routine took twice as long, and he even took the time to shave and brush his teeth for a second time that morning. You were a good sub, but an impatient one, and Jisung planned to take advantage of that.

The steam followed Jisung out of the en-suite bathroom. He walked right past the bed to the dresser, purposely avoiding your gaze as he looked for a pair of boxers. You were staring, and he knew it. Typically when he leaves the bathroom, he usually walks out naked to find his clothes. It didn’t take long for you and Hyunjin to adjust to Jisung being nude all the time to the point that you almost didn’t notice it. But today, he had a white towel tied around his waist, hanging low on his hips. It was out of the ordinary, commanding your full attention.

Once he found the pair he was looking for, he turned around to look at you. “Finish the joint yet?”

Your eyes were fixed on his v-line and the way the towel just barely concealed his cock. Still, you nodded. “I was just about to light it.”

He nodded towards you, silently telling you to do so. Jisung watched as you slipped the brown stick between your lips, forcefully moving your eyes away from his form to light it. Once lit, you took a long drag, eyes closing in bliss as you exhaled. You extended your arm, offering him a hit.

Jisung walked over to the edge of the bed, and took it out of your hands, only to put it back between your fingers, the mouthpiece now facing him. He leaned in, lips brushing against your fingers as he closed around it, staring right at you as he inhaled. Once he had enough, he took it all in deeply before exhaling, blowing the white smoke all over your face.

When the smoke cleared, he saw your wide eyes staring at him. You had caught on. You knew he knew, and that he was playing back. Quickly your expression changed in an attempt to hide the revelation, but it was too late. Jisung gave you a lazy smirk before leaning in, lips brushing tenderly against your cheek.

“Thanks, baby.” Then he was gone, leaving the next move to you.

And move you did.

Once Jisung returned to the bedroom, you had put a top on. Granted, it didn’t do much; a basic white tank top that had been worn so many times it was loose and kept little to the imagination. After finishing the joint, you whined about being snacky before leaving the room to rummage through the kitchen. Jisung was surprised when you walked back in with two popsicles instead of your typical munchies snacks.

“The smoke made my throat hot.”

Jisung would have believed you if it weren’t for how you were eating the popsicle. The way you sucked on it was pornographic, and the sticky popping noises you made when you pulled it out didn’t help. It was a good move, he had to admit - he would have a hard time hiding how quickly it got to him. After a long suck, you popped the cold treat out, a bit of the juice running off your bottom lip.

His turn.

“Wait.” He said as you made a move to put the popsicle back in your mouth. Jisung closed the space between you two, then used a finger to swipe up the pink juice. Locking eyes with you, he stuck the finger in his mouth, licking it clean. “Got it.”

The cat and mouse game you played went on for the rest of the day. You brushing your ass against his crotch as you squeezed by the get something, Jisung letting out a loud groan as he stretched out. It had gone on far longer than Jisung had expected it to; he was convinced one of you would break before dinner time. But dinner came and went, and both of you were still going strong.

No, the breaking didn’t come until Hyunjin missed the nightly phone call.

Jinnie: [19:50] hey, something came up and i won’t be able to call tonight :( i’m so sorry my loves, but i promise i’ll call the second i’m free

You saw the text first. You and Jisung had retreated to the bedroom for the night, a movie that only he was really paying attention to playing, as you had opted to scroll on your phone. It made sense that you would be the first to see the text.

You sighed sadly before nudging your boyfriend. “Look.”

Jisung rolled his head to the side you were on, face slowly falling as he read the text. A wave of sadness rushed over the two of you - the nightly phone calls made Hyunjin being away so much easier.

“I mean, it sucks, but if he’s busy-” Jisung said sadly, eyes still fixed on your phone as you responded.

You: [19:52] :(((

Jinnie: [19:52] i know. i’m so sorry. the moment i get a chance to slip away, i’ll call you. promise

You huffed, tossing your phone to the foot of the bed. Sinking lower in the bed, you crossed your arms and pouted, glaring at the movie like it was the reason for the missed call.

Your reaction was…strange. Jisung couldn’t help but stare at you as you silently threw a fit. He was usually the one to act out like this, not you. This reaction to a phone call, plus how you’ve been acting all day… What happened while he was at the gym?

Testing the waters, Jisung put his arm around your shoulders, tugging you into his chest. “Hey,” he cooed, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. “It’s oka-“

“No, it’s not.” You pushed out of his arms, returning to the pouty position you were just in. “He’s not being fair.”

Jisung paused the movie before turning back to you. “What do you mean, ‘he’s not being fair’? You know how unpredictable his schedule is on work trips-“

“He’s not being fair.” You snapped, eyes shooting up to Jisung. He had never seen you so upset about something so minor. “First the phone call this morning, then this-“

“Phone call this morning? What phone call this morning?”

You shut your mouth. You had said too much. It’s not like Jisung didn’t know you were masturbating - he was well aware of it even before he found your vibrator this morning - so it didn’t make any sense why you would not tell him about the call.

“What happened during the call?” Jisung asked, tone low and serious.

“Nothing-“

“Don’t lie to me.” The way he was speaking to you gave you the chills, your body suddenly cold. “Tell me what happened during the call that made you act like a brat all day.”

You could not tell him. You could keep Hyunjin’s words to yourself, keep the way he made you so mad a secret.

But first he told you that you couldn’t fuck Jisung, who was just as much your boyfriend as he was his, then this?

“I asked Hyunjin if he could end your punishment early. I asked if we could fuck. I just really want you, Sungie. I miss your touch and the way you feel inside me so much, and it’s not fair that I have to suffer because you couldn’t listen.” You didn’t look at him once you spoke, fixed on a loose thread on your tank top. “That’s why I kept teasing you today, and why-“

Jisung was the one who broke.

Never have his kisses been so aggressive, so rough, so needy. Jisung shoved his tongue into your mouth, swallowing the moans you released at the feeling. His hands grabbed your face, lowering you sideways onto the bed and climbing on top of you. Jisung continued to kiss you, tongue seeking out every crevice of your mouth. You grabbed his hair, pulling yourself up to push your body against his and deepen the kiss. He tasted so fucking good, the heat of his body against yours making you higher than the joint you just shared.

Jisung broke the kiss, messy lips moving to kiss your jaw. He kissed all the way up to your ears, nibbling on the lobe before sucking right below it. You gasped as he marked you, using his teeth to make the hickey more prominent.

“Sungie.” You moaned, back arching as his love bites started to become painful.

“I can’t believe it.” He said, moving lower to mark up more of your neck. This time, the suction was more powerful, skin tingling as he assaulted it with his lips. “All this time, I thought you were the good one.” Two marks down, he moved to make a third, right under your chin. “Turns out, you’re just as fucking desperate and bratty as me.”

You shook your head. “No, no. I’m good. I’m a good girl-“

“It’s hard to convince me of that when you’re fucking shaking from just a few kisses.” Jisung hissed. He bit your neck hard, making sure to bruise it before he moved on.

Jisung gripped your hips, pausing only briefly to think about how to handle this. He could move away; after all, there were only three days until Hyunjin came back. And technically, he hadn’t touched you yet. Hyunjin would excuse just a few hickeys. On the other hand, Jisung was fed up. He was frustrated with the lack of touch he’s received the past two weeks, frustrated with how you acted today, frustrated that Hyunjin had told you, their perfect angel, no.

Fuck rules. He didn’t care for them anyway.

He grabbed the hem of your tank top with both hands and proceeded to rip it open, letting the flimsy material fall to the side. He was tired of waiting. Tired of taking his time. Tired of being gentle.

He was going to fuck you like you deserved, and didn’t give a shit what Hyunjin thought about it.

Jisung skipped teasing your breasts and went right to pinching your nipples, twisted and pulling as he made more marks with his teeth across the swell of them. You cried out, nails digging into his scalp as covered you with bruises.

This wasn’t okay. You should stop him. You knew he should; he was so close to being so good, to getting everything he’s wanted. But you couldn’t even think about stopping him, not when his teeth pulled on your now sore nipples, the tugging of them both painful and pleasurable at once. Not when you could feel his erection against your thighs, rock solid and ready. Not when Hyunjin could see how good you’ve always been, and he still didn’t give you what you wanted.

If Jisung wanted to break the rules, fine. Who were you to stop him?

“Fuck, Jisung.” You cried as his teeth scraped down the center of your chest, landing at your panty line.

He tsked, right in front of your center for the first time in weeks. “Is that my name, baby girl? Who am I?”

“Sir. You’re sir. Fuck-“ you were dizzy already, soaked like you hadn’t come just this morning.

Jisung hummed in satisfaction. “What a good girl for me.” He mocked. You were far from good, and both of you knew that. His teeth bit down the hem of your panties - those stupid satin panties - and pulled them off of you. Once discarded, he saw no need to waste time, diving face first into your cunt like he was starved.

And he was, if you thought about it.

Just like his kisses, his tongue moved the same way against your pussy. He lapped up every inch of you, using his fingers to spread your lips open more. You were already soaked, had been all day, so it was no surprise that the sounds of his tongue against your dripping core were louder than they had ever been. Jisung alternated between using his tongue and using his teeth, gently biting on your clit when your moans were too quiet. He had always had a thing for pain; always had been more willing to hurt you than Hyunjin was. You loved the way he balanced it out, always making sure the pain he caused you bled into an undeniable pleasure.

His focus moved strictly to your clit, dark eyes looking up at you as he shoved two fingers into your hole. Jisung pumped his fingers in and out of you with so much force, you were being pushed closer to the edge of the bed. His palm smacked your pussy as he continued the harsh movements, refusing to slow down at all.

When he began to both bite and suck your clit, that’s when the tears began to fall. That’s when your edge approached rapidly, stomach tightening like a rope.

“Sir, more. More, need more-“

Usually he’d tease you. Make you beg and cry before he gives you more.

But that just seemed too cruel today.

Jisung stuck a third finger into you, moaning at the way your screams began to echo off the wall. He had never heard you this loud, this broken for him.

He pulled off your clit, wanting to watch you as you fell apart.

“What? Does my little pain slut like that?” He asked, voice practically a growl.

Your hands grasped his biceps, nails digging into him. Nose scrunching, he hissed at the pain, but refused to slow his motions down. If anything, Jisung fucked you harder, wanting to feel you more and more.

“Love it, love it, love it-“ you chanted, eyes rolling back as they began to leak with tears. “Cum? Please?” The question was broken between screams and pants, and you were surprised Jisung understood you at all.

“You better fucking cum. If you don’t, you won’t get my cock at all tonight.” He had to yell to be heard over your screams, and he fucking loved it.

He loved that you were just as needy as him.

So, you came. Hard. The dam breaking and absolutely soaking the duvet underneath you. Jisung didn’t stop fucking you with his fingers, the pace not slowing down even a little bit until he was sure you were finished.

Your hands fell limp to your sides, eyes fluttering shut as you tried to catch your breath. Jisung pulled himself out of you, soothingly rubbing his hands up and down your sides. He knew you needed a moment to come down, a moment to prepare for what was next.

As he watched you, tear stained and panting, Jisung felt his heart swell with adoration. God, he fucking loved you. He loved everything about you, from the way you always laughed at his stupid jokes or how you played with his hair to help him fall asleep, how you always held his hand in public and gave him the sweetest little kisses on the tip of his nose. He loved when you used your forefinger and thumb to squish his cheeks, the teasing way you’d call him “Sungie” before pulling him in and kissing him. He loved the way you let him learn your body, guiding him as he figured you out and then letting him have complete control when he wanted it. He loved the way you learned his quickly, knowing just how to make him putty in your hands.

He loved you. Every inch of you, every piece of you, every single second spent with you. You, you, you.

Jisung couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have you, to have Hyunjin. To be with both of you and to be overwhelmingly loved by both in such different ways. He never felt special - always thought of himself as mediocre, unneeded and unwanted. Then you two came along, with cheap beer and a pathetic excuse for a bet, and he finally felt like he found his place in the world. You two were his world, his everything, and he would never let a day go by where he didn’t show you both how much he loved you.

That’s why these rules made him so angry. Because he couldn’t show you how much he loved you while breaking you.

And that’s when his blood began to boil.

Jisung ripped his clothes off, unable to spend another second not buried inside of you. Your eyes had fluttered open, watching him as he stripped down. When his hard cock was freed, he heard your whimper and smirked.

“Oh, baby.” He whispered as he slotted himself between your legs. One hand caressed your face, moving the hair that was sticking to it away. “So beautiful.” He places a sweet kiss on your forehead, kissing in a line down until he made it to your lips. “Always so beautiful. Especially when you’re crying for me.”

Hyunjin had the audacity to tell him to behave. The audacity to tell him he couldn’t touch what was also his.

That just wouldn’t do.

Jisung adjusted your legs so your ankles hooked on his shoulder. You looked so pretty underneath him. Always so pretty when he got to be in charge of you. Hyunjin tends to forget that Jisung’s temper is shorter, and that while he can be such a good boy for him, he absolutely will not hesitate to ruin you. Especially after you’ve walked around the house in practically nothing, taunting him the entire day.

Jisung’s had enough of stupid rules for this lifetime.

His hips moved against yours, tip of his cock sliding up and down your silt. The whines you released were heavenly, and all he wanted was to listen to them again and again.

The idea hit him like a train, and before he could convince himself it was a bad idea, he snatched his phone off the nightstand.

Phone in his left hand, he used his right to grab your neck, applying pressure until your whines slurred into moans. Your hands found his wrist, holding him against you while bucking your hips up.

Smiling, Jisung opened his camera and hit the red record button.

He squeezed tighter, causing drool to roll down your cheeks and mix with your tears. He chuckled at your fucked out state - hasn’t even fucked you with his cock and you’re already such a whore for him.

“Say hi to Hyunjin, baby.”

Before you could process his words, Jisung slid into you with no effort, and began his brutal assault on your pussy.

You would scream if you could. The pace he fucked you at was incredible, hitting every part of you and more. But the grip on your throat made it impossible to do so, raspy gasps the only thing escaping.

“Oh, look at you.” Jisung cooed, moving the camera closer to your face. “Jinnie’s little angel letting sir fuck her like the slut she is. Didn’t you just cum for him this morning, hmm?” When you didn’t respond, he let go of your throat to deliver a light slap across your face. “Answer me. Did you, or did you not?”

“Did, did, did-“ you whined, eyes rolling back until they shut.

Jisung chuckled before grabbing your throat again. “Couldn’t even wait for him to get home, making me break the rules.” He dragged the last word out, purposely mocking Hyunjin. As if this video wouldn’t piss him off enough.

When Jisung hit the squishy spot inside you, your eyes shot back open, hands scrambling to grip onto something. He laughed at your pathetic panic, knowing exactly what was about to happen.

“Going to cum again?” He said, hissing when he felt you clench around him.

Unable to speak, you nodded, digging your nails into his wrist.

Jisung chuckled, his thrusts becoming sloppy. “Do it, angel. Cum, and I’ll give you mine.”

The camera moved to capture where the two of you were connected, and Jisung was so happy he decided to zoom in on it.

Especially when you screamed, squirting all over your bodies and the bed.

That alone made Jisung stop, moaning as he filled you to the brim with his cum. You were sobbing now, the overstimulation and feeling of his heat inside you sending you over the edge.

Jisung pulled out slowly, ending the video just as his cum followed his cock out of your core.

Collapsing on top of you, Jisung kissed all over your face, immediately praising you for how well you took him. You lied limp, only moving to hug him. All you needed was to feel him. To know he was here, and real, and that he loved you.

Jisung knew this. He knew how to care for you after scenes like this. So he kept you in his arms, praising you and kissing you, and not stopping until he felt your heart rate slow and saw your eyes shine again.

“There you are.” He whispered, stroking your cheek. “I was wondering when you were going to come back.”

Your bottom lip trembled, wanting to speak but being unable to. You stared at him, hoping he would understand what you needed. When he got off of you and immediately collected you in his arms, carrying you to the bathroom, you knew he did. He sat you on the counter and started the bath, filling it with bubbles. Jisung washed your face and cleaned you up as the tub filled behind him.

Once clean, he took you over to the tub, gently placing you in the warm water before getting in behind you. He tried to lean you against his chest, but you turned around, hugging him like a koala instead. Jisung giggled, wrapping his arms around you to keep you close to him.

You finally spoke.

“Never leave me.” It was a rough whisper, shaking with the emotions that had begun to flood back to you.

Jisung kissed the side of your head, refusing to do anything other than keep you against his body.

“I never will.”

Hyunjin felt bad for many reasons; missing the phone call tonight, putting those rules in place, telling you you couldn’t punish Jisung.

It wasn’t like him, and he hated it just as much as you two did, but he hoped you would understand.

Especially considering he just climbed into a cab at the airport that was taking him home to the two of you.

When his boss told him he could fly home early if he wanted to, Hyunjin had never packed a bag faster. This trip had been harder than the others, and all he wanted was to see his favorite people, hold them, and kiss them all over.

So that’s why he told you not to do anything, that’s why he couldn’t call tonight. He wanted to surprise you. He would make it up to the both of you in thirty minutes when he was finally home.

The ding in his AirPods alerted him of a text, and he felt zero shame on how quickly he dug the phone out of his backpack. It was the text tone he used for you and Jisung, and he could hardly contain how excited he was knowing he’d see you soon.

Sungie: [21:38] 1 Video Attached

Sungie: [21:38] sorry, jinnie <3

Eyebrows raised in confusion, Hyunjin tapped play on the video.

The first thing he saw was you, face covered in tears, sweat, and drool. The marks on your jawline told a story Hyunjin didn’t want to hear, the hand clasping your throat only making things worse.

Hyunjin felt his heart stop, anger rising to the surface as he took in the video, watching it over and over and over again. He stared at the way you broke, the way cum trickled out of you, Jisung’s slap to your face. His sweats grew tights as he played it again.

“Say hi to Hyunjin, baby.”

The cab driver stopped the car, and Hyunjin threw him whatever money he could pull out of his wallet before climbing out. The only light on was in the master bedroom, flashes of blue indicating that the two of you were watching a movie.

“Say hi to Hyunjin.” He scoffed under his breath as he unlocked the door, the scent of his home welcoming him.

He didn’t think there would be many chances to speak when he gets to that bedroom.

the bet taglist: @sparkystraynger, @beautifulcolorgarden

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#skz smut #stray kids smut #hwang hyunjin smut #hyunsung smut #han jisung smut #han smut #jisung smut #dom skz #skz x reader #sub skz

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five-star-stay · 10 months

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230719 - han jisung - airport

#they dyed and fried my man's hair again #im conflicted because it looks like he's a wavy perm and i love that look for him #and his brown or blonde hair is amazing #but bUT BUT #we JUST got black hair back #you gonna rip that away from me so quick??? thats kinda fucked up!#his hair growth rate is kinda insane #its long again now #it looks drier tho poor hannie #lollapalooza 2023 #stray kids #skz #han #han jisung #fan taken #press photo #230719 #july 2023 #airport fashion

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loubouskz · 1 year

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strange things happen

han jisung x thick!fem!reader

description: tour just ended, and they were going back home. jisung should be happy and excited but can't help but be in his head. when he's told about the backrooms, he didn't really think he'd end up there, nor did he think he would meet a girl too. but then again, the strangest things happen to good people.

genre: strangers to lovers, the backrooms

warning: SMUT!, pov changes a few times, foggy in head space, anxiety fear, mentions of meditation, insomnia(in text but not mentioned), crying, panic attack, passing out, body insecurity, jisung being a sweetheart, somewhat fear of water, yelling, overthinking, kissing, making out, slight marking kink, oral(both receiving), the smallest bit of dirty talk, creampie

wc: 8.8k(isn't proof-read)

Post Date: Tuesday, April 18th at 3:33pm CST

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the group made their way through the airport, doing everything they had to do to get to their gate in time. once they were there, got their tickets scanned and passports looked at. jisung was the last one. when he looked up to continue to board the plane, everyone was so far ahead of him. he doesn’t want to say he freaked out a little, feeling like he was getting left behind even though they were all on the same flight. but that is exactly what he felt. like his flight or fight response kicked in. he secured his carryon and jogged to catch up to the rest of his members, but the more steps he stook, the further they got. “hey chan wait up!” jisung called out to his leader, then he tripped and fell down.

jisung closed his eyes and waited for the impact of the floor, but it didn’t come. he felt the wind starting to pick up. he opened his eyes and began to panic. this has to be a dream. jisung was free falling in the sky. he couldn’t do anything but scream and cry as the city buildings got closer and closer. he closed his eyes once again, waiting for death to hit him.

then he hit a carpeted floor, but not hard but definitely enough to make a thud sound…like he tripped and fell. jisung pushed himself up onto his knees and saw where he was. just like the picture felix had showed him.

open room, yellow walls, and fluorescent lights. he was in the backrooms.

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imrllytootiredforthis · 1 year

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Can I just share something?🙏🏻

So we all know about the famous " jogio noona, hokshi namjachingu isseoyo? " and ( perhaps) jisung preferences for a partner older than him 👀? Yeah , well, well , well... imagine a college AU where the reader is in the process of writing their thesis, PhD, or almost finishing college, & they are offered a post within the university as some sort of part time 1:1 student counselor because actual teachers have busy schedules.

Word goes that the reader s attitude is super strict , same is the the advice and help she gives to other students, so jisung joined her private counselling classes just because he wanted to have someone boss him around, and speak to him in a stern , serious tone. That's it , that's the only reason he is there for. Things go fine at the beginning until jisung starts to get some romantic feelings for the reader and wishing that his fantasies weren't happening just in his own mind every tine after getting out of the reader's office.

Every day after meeting jisung, the reader seems to either find some mess on her desk or purse, which turns out to be jisung taking out and spraying her perfume onto his own clothes. The reader shows up earlier than the usual hour, just to find jisung in the act of rummaging trough her purse once again and confronts him about his behaviour, which results in his dirty fantasies finally becoming reality.

- 🌟 anon

At the airport while i write this✍️✍️bc i'm impatient and IT'S SO GOOD

Omfg, i'll definitely come back to this when i have more time but i'm writing on my phone rn adn it's kind of hard and i also don't have that much time until boarding but i'll try😤

Like, jisung first heard about you from one of his friends, they'd be complaining about you, about how mean and stern you are, for seemingly no reason, pushing your students a lot more than most of their professors do

And while this piques his interest in the first place he doesn't have any reason to join counselling, other than you,

But he'll find a way, one way or another figuring out how to get into one of your private sessions for no reason other than to be scolded by you for an hour and a half straight during the session.

Trying to hide the way that he gets hard under the table whenever you berate him, telling him that you know that he can do better-asking why he's so useless sometimes, getting so frustrated one time to go as far to ask if there's anything but air in that pretty little head of his-

And of course there is, only just not the head that you're talking about

It starts as a kind of infatuation, a fantasy of wanting you to bend him over your desk and have your way with him before it slowly becomes something more

Into him wanting to just talk to you, be around you, hear your voice and see your face. Until he can't help himself but rummage around in your bag when you leave the room, trying to find out more about you, spraying small amounts onto himself to hold onto you a little bit longer after your session ends.

You leave the room and he pauses for a second, waiting to hear the sound of your retreating steps before scurrying over to sift through your bag again.

He finds the usual, your perfume, your chapstick, papers with notes that he couldn't care less about-but wait,

Why is his name...?

He picks up the notes, the ones that he's seen plenty of times before but has skimmed over as they where of no importance to him.

But here it was, his name, in your pretty handwriting. Han Jisung-aged 22yo, and they continued on, things about him...things about oh,

His eyes widened as he skimmed over the notes, cheeks flaring red.

Oh.

"What the hell are you doing looking through my bag-you perv!"

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instead of you [part six] || l.mh

pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.

warnings: swearing, swearing, mentions of sex, simulated sex (18+ mdni), menstruation mentions

word count: 5.2k

a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!! ; i know minho is the chef of the group but just suspend your disbelief for this series and pretend it’s jisung

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“Tickets are seventeen euros.”

You patted your back pocket instinctively in search of your wallet before remembering it was in the backpack Jisung was carrying.

“Nice try,” he said smugly and turned around so that you couldn’t reach the zipper. “You’re our guest on this trip, remember? Everything is already paid for.”

You didn’t need reminding. You knew you were tagging along for free- it had been one of the ways Jisung had convinced you to come, but you still felt guilty. It felt like you were taking advantage of the Hans, even if you were doing Jisung a favor.

You stuck your bottom lip out in a pout, catching the attention of Minho who chuckled at your pathetic little display.

“That’s cute, but our parents are both earth signs. Stubbornness runs in the family.”

You cocked your head at Minho in intrigue. “You know your parents’ zodiac signs?”

“Yeah, why?”

“No reason, I just think that’s interesting,” you hummed. “Out of curiosity, do you know your rising sign?”

“Scorpio. Why?”

You turned and gave Jisung a look. He nodded in confirmation and you both mouthed whore at each other. You turned back towards Minho and smiled fakely.

“Again, just curious.”

“Here are your tickets, kids,” Nikki announced from her spot at the ticket booth, ushering the four of you forward. “We’re giving you two hours to explore. You can go off by yourselves or stay together, but your father and I are going to start with the sculptures.”

“That’s their way of telling us they don’t want to hang out with us,” Felix whispered loudly.

Nikki gave her son a cold glare and shook her head at him. “Not funny.”

“I thought it was pretty funny,” he pushed.

“And you wonder why we don’t want to hang out with you guys,” Dom said pointedly.

All three of the boys groaned or rolled their eyes at their father and swiped a ticket from their mother. Your little group made their way over to the security line while Nikki and Dom split off in another direction.

“They’re already embarrassed to be seen with us,” Jisung scoffed.

“They’re just getting coffees,” Minho assured him, nodding in the direction of the café where they were standing in line.

“They never drink coffee,” Felix said, “so they are definitely embarrassed of us.”

“I would be too,” you sighed, already tired of them. It wasn’t even noon yet.

“Well you’re stuck with us.” Jisung smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Don’t remind me,” you groaned.

He dragged you by the hand behind his brothers to the back of the line, where you waited patiently to be admitted into the museum. They had you empty your pockets and place bags on a conveyor belt to be scanned like they did at the airport. Jisung explained that security had been upgraded in the past few years as France didn’t have very many… fans internationally.

“You colonize a few dozen countries and run their economies into the ground and suddenly you’re the bad guy,” you said sarcastically, earning a shush from Minho at the front of the line as he approached the security guard.

“How many are in your party?” the man asked.

“Four.”

He eyed your group in a bored sort of manner and motioned you forward one at a time through the metal detector. Once through, you followed Jisung and his brothers through the main hall and up an escalator into one of the galleries.

It wasn’t nearly as crowded as the lobby had been, and it was much quieter. Visitors meandered around the room in small groups or solo, admiring the paintings on the walls thoughtfully.

Minho and Felix moved further and further ahead of you and Jisung as you walked through the gallery. They were clearly less interested in the art than you were, but you didn’t mind. Jisung stuck by your side, but you knew he was only doing so to humor you. He didn’t care about some old fucking paintings and he didn’t give a fuck about the “pretentious white men” who painted them. You didn’t know much about art, aside from the one art history class you took your sophomore year, but you still enjoyed looking at the pretty pictures.

You had never had the opportunity to see history up close like this, and it captivated you. Each brush stroke was discernible, individual. You could reach out and touch the canvas if you wanted to, though you would certainly be kicked out on the spot.

Jisung hung back, a few paces behind you. You could feel his gaze on the back of your head, observing you observing the art. You tried not to linger too long in front of each painting, not wanting to lose Minho and Felix completely.

As you made your way through the gallery you noticed a woman with long black hair perched upon one of the velvet benches with a sketchpad in her hands. She was drawing a replica of the piece in front of her, a painting by Lorenzo Pasinelli titled Sainte Cecile chantant. You watched the woman with the sketchbook trace careful lines on her paper with a chunk of graphite. She etched the portrait quietly, leaning around onlookers who blocked her view. You were in awe of her. The way she effortlessly copied the painting onto paper, the way she was in her own little world, unbothered by the crowd around her.

“C’mon, baby,” Jisung urged gently with a nudge of his elbow. He waited until you were out of the woman’s earshot to mutter, “you were into her, weren’t you?”

You pushed him off of you in annoyance. “So what if I was?”

“I’m your boyfriend, remember?”

“I was just admiring her art,” you said defensively.

“Uh huh, you were admiring something all right.”

“I hate you.”

“Remember our list of rules?”

You rolled your eyes and dropped your voice to a whisper. “I wasn’t going to hook up with her. I doubt I even know enough French to ask her if she likes girls.”

“You did see her earrings, right? They were strawberries.”

“You’re not allowed to say things like that, okay?”

“It was just an observation!”

“A stereotypical one.”

“All I’m saying is she would’ve been into you, given the chance.”

“Do you want me to remain abstinent or not?” you huffed in frustration, “because you’re giving me mixed signals.”

Jisung shook his head, double stepping to catch up with you and grab your hand in his own. “Sorry, old wingman habits die hard I guess.”

You chuckled and let him lead you back behind his brothers despite your longing glances towards paintings you merely passed by. Minho and Felix were bickering about something when you rejoined them at the end of the hall, but you couldn’t be bothered to ask what. Jisung, on the other hand-

“What are you guys fighting about?”

Minho turned sharply on his heel to face his younger brother, causing the two of you to nearly crash into him. “We’re not fighting.”

“Okay, what are you guys talking about,” Jisung amended.

“Trying to decide where to go next.”

“And what are you debating between?” you asked.

“Minho says we should go see the Mona Lisa next since there’s always a line and we only have a couple hours here, but I think it’s a waste of time,” Felix explained. “The Mona Lisa is just an overrated painting that brings in tourists.”

“We are tourists,” Jisung pointed out to his twin.

“And y/n’s never seen it before, dumbass” Minho added. “It wouldn’t be fair to deprive her of that.”

“We don’t all have to go together,” you said hurriedly. “Your parents said we could break off into groups.”

The boys seemed to give your suggestion a moment of thought before Minho spoke up again. “Well I kind of want to see it too,” he admitted.

Felix rolled his eyes. “You could’ve just said that, idiot.”

The line for the Mona Lisa was long, as Felix had predicted, and you had to trek all the way back out into the lobby under the glass pyramid just to be admitted into the gallery it was held in.

“It feels like we’re in line for a rollercoaster,” you said offhandedly when it had been silent for a bit too long.

“Trust me, this is much less fun than a rollercoaster,” Felix grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Don’t be a dick,” Jisung chided.

“I was just being honest.”

“Be a little less honest then.”

Silence fell over the group again and the four of you traded wary looks, shuffling forward when the queue moved every so often. It was still only ten a.m. and you felt like you needed a nap. You tried listening in on the conversations around you, but couldn’t understand any of them. The couple in front of you was speaking French much too fast for you to keep up with and the family behind you was joking in German.

Jisung nudged your shoulder gently and gave you a look that you understood immediately. You cleared your throat and took a minute to think while Jisung held up all ten of his fingers.

“Never have I ever missed an exam because I was hungover.”

“That’s targeting! That’s not fair!” Jisung protested.

“No it’s not! How am I supposed to know if you’ve ever done that?”

“Because I called you about it immediately when it happened.”

“Oops, must’ve forgotten,” you lied, trying to hide a smile.

“You wanna play like that? Fine, never have I ever blacked out on a first date.”

You narrowed your eyes at your fake boyfriend and begrudgingly put a finger down.

“What are you doing?” Felix asked suddenly, leaning over to watch.

“Playing Never Have I Ever. We play whenever we have time to kill,” Jisung said.

“Wanna join?” you offered. Minho and Felix shrugged and held up their hands. “Okay, but we’re starting over to make it fair.”

“And this time no targeting,” your best friend sneered, glaring at you.

You held up your hands innocently. “I have no idea what he’s talking about.”

“Go ahead, babe, you start,” Jisung prompted you, winking.

You knew you had to tread carefully in front of Jisung’s brothers so you started with an easy one. “Um, never have I ever been in a fight.”

You looked around the circle expectantly, but the only one who put a finger down was Minho.

You raised your eyebrows in surprise. “Really? When have you been in a fight?”

“He’s probably lost count by now,” Jisung whispered not so quietly.

“It was only a couple!” Minho said defensively. “Anyway, never have I ever been to college.”

“I think that counts as targeting, but whatever,” you muttered to yourself as you and Jisung put a finger down simultaneously.

Jisung took his turn next. “Never have I ever flirted with someone to get something for free.”

You and Minho both sheepishly put a finger down while Felix shook his head in judgment. He was the only one with all of his fingers still up. You, on the other hand, were tied with Minho for the most fingers down.

Felix took a second to think about it before taking his turn. “Never have I ever had a threesome.”

You pursed your lips and lowered a finger while Jisung’s brothers looked at you in shock. They both turned back to see if Jisung had put a finger down too, but he hadn’t, leaving them to draw their own conclusions.

“It was before we started dating,” you supplied, not offering any other details. Your fake boyfriend’s brothers didn’t need to know that you had actually had more than one, and that the last one had been just three months ago, or that it was at a sorority party. You were in deep enough as it was.

The game stopped there as you were finally let into the gallery where the Mona Lisa was on display. There were a couple more rows of the queue to get through, but it appeared to be moving fast. The security guards were urging the crowd along, scolding anyone who lingered in front of the painting for longer than a couple of seconds.

You tried peering over the heads of the people in front of you, but they were too tall. You were forced to wait patiently for your turn to see her like everyone else. The pathway widened a little when you got to the front, allowing for more people to pass in front of the glass case and take pictures. You pushed your way to the front of the little section and pressed yourself against the metal bar to get a good look.

You didn’t want to admit it, but Felix was right. The Mona Lisa was overrated. And tiny. The painting was beautiful, that much was true, but you knew the only reason it was hailed as a masterpiece was because it had been stolen over a hundred years ago and then miraculously recovered. You still remembered that bit of trivia from Art History 101. Your professor would be proud.

You leaned closer and snapped a picture with your phone to commemorate the experience. You had seen it, the most famous painting in the world, with your own two eyes and now you could mark it off your bucket list.

“Keep moving!”

You jerked your head in the direction of the voice and locked eyes with a security guard who gestured for you to get out of the way. He had probably already yelled at you in French and when you didn’t realize the order was directed at you assumed you were an ignorant American- which you were, but you were still offended.

You turned around to look for Jisung, but he wasn’t behind you. In fact, none of the Hans were. You double-checked and then triple-checked, but they were nowhere to be seen. Maybe they were waiting for you at the end of the line…

But when you made your way to the end, they weren’t there either. You tried not to panic, they had to be somewhere close by- they wouldn’t just leave you, right? It wasn’t like you could call Jisung either because your data plan still wouldn’t be activated for a few more hours. A brief search of the gallery turned up nothing. They were gone.

Now you were beginning to panic. You hadn’t discussed a meeting place if one of you were to get lost. Even if you had, you wouldn’t know how to get there. The palace was fucking huge, and Jisung was the one with the map.

You followed the flow of traffic through the big arched doorway at the other end of the hall that led into yet another gallery with plum-colored walls. You were breaking the number one rule of being lost, which was to stay where you were, but you were feeling desperate. You felt like it was your fault you got separated from the group so you needed to be the one to find them. The paintings and artworks on the wall were a blur, you barely paid attention to them as you searched the exhibit.

On the verge of tears, you trailed behind a group of visitors down one of the main staircases, watery eyes frantically searching the crowd until you recognized a familiar face staring back. Minho was standing on the staircase opposite to you, frozen in place, eyes wide in relief.

Immediately he began pushing through the mass of people, fighting against the tide to get to you. You did the same and met him halfway where he crushed you into a hug.

“Oh my god, what the fuck is wrong with you?” he demanded, arms still around you.

You stiffened in his embrace, unsure of what to do. Do you hug him back? Do you push him off? You didn’t know. You decided to settle for what you hoped was a middle ground.

“Are you happy to see me or not?” you asked, getting mixed signals from a Han for the second time that day.

Minho let go of you finally and cleared his throat awkwardly. “I’m happy!” he assured you, “just don’t do that again, okay?”

You nodded in agreement. “Okay.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

“C’mon, let’s go find the twins. They were looking for you in the atrium.”

You walked alongside Minho in silence as you navigated the winding halls of the Louvre together. You wouldn’t let him go ahead of you. You were too afraid to lose him again.

“How long have you and Jisung been dating again?” he asked suddenly.

“Since November,” you answered automatically. “So a little less than a year. Why?”

He shrugged. “I was just curious. I know you guys were best friends before and it just makes me wonder how much changed after that transition.”

“What do you mean?”

Minho paused to gather his thoughts like he was choosing his words carefully. “Just that, you guys still seem like best friends, you know? Like you’re best friends first, in a relationship second. It’s really nice.”

You expected a ‘but’, you could practically hear it dangling from his lips- he stopped there, letting whatever he had been about to say dissipate in the space between you.

Your mind began to race. Did he suspect your little act? Was he unconvinced or did he know something? You needed to get back to Jisung.

Luckily when you turned the corner the stairway opened into a large room that you guessed to be the atrium. It was mostly empty, save for a few large marble statues and planters commanding the attention of all the nearby patrons. A sectioned glass roof hung overhead, bathing the room in natural light.

Jisung was standing a few meters away next to Felix with his hands in his pockets. You were running towards him before he even saw you. You grabbed him by the shoulders and threw yourself into him. He stumbled, but caught you and wrapped his arms around your waist. You didn’t let him get the chance to speak before you were kissing him. It was more passionate than usual, more than just a peck on the lips. You didn’t know if it was because you were so relieved to see him, or if you were trying to prove something to Minho.

He broke away and gave you a quizzical look.

“We need to have sex,” you whispered.

“What?” he hissed back, looking at you like you were crazy.

“Not for real- we just need to make them think we’re having sex,” you explained. Jisung followed your gaze over to his brothers. Felix had joined Minho by the entrance where they were now deep in discussion. “Minho isn’t convinced.”

Jisung nodded at you like it was decided and took a deep breath. “So, how are we going to do this?”

“What exactly did Minho say?”

You looked up from where you had been pacing in front of the bed. “What?”

“What did Minho say? About us.”

“He said it seems like we’re still best friends.”

“We are best friends.”

“But he said it like, we’re best friends first, dating second. And he said he wonders how much changed about our relationship after we started dating.”

“What did you tell him?”

“Nothing, it was more like he was talking to himself. He asked me when we started dating and then mentioned it offhandedly.”

Jisung rubbed his hands on his jeans nervously and took a seat on the edge of the bed. “Why does he care?”

You shrugged and sat down next to him. “I don’t know. Maybe he was just trying to be a protective big brother?”

“Well he needs to mind his own business,” Jisung muttered.

“C’mon, Ji give him a break! He’s trying to save you from getting your heart broken by an immoral, scheming harlot like me.”

Your best friend gave you an unimpressed look. “A harlot? Since when do you have the vocabulary of a fifteenth-century pirate?”

“Just thought I’d spice things up.”

“Promise me you won’t use it when we have pretend-sex in a couple of minutes?”

You frowned. “You mean you don’t want me to call you ‘matey’ in bed?”

“Absolutely not. Us fucking is already weird enough.”

“You don’t know what you’re missing out on,” you insisted. “Anyway, Minho was probably just looking out for you.”

“I don’t know about that,” he said doubtfully.

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“Nothing,” Jisung brushed it off with an abrupt subject change. “Now about us having sex… what’s the plan?”

“We just… do what they did in Easy A. Hotel walls are thin, right? They’ll be able to hear us.”

“You really think that’ll work?”

“It’s the best I’ve got.”

Jisung sighed and ran a hand through his hair, further emphasizing his disheveled appearance. You put your hand over his and laced your fingers together.

“Should we start like… now?” Jisung asked, checking his watch.

“Maybe wait a few minutes?” you suggested. “It’s kind of early. We could start at eleven.”

“Wouldn’t they think it’s weird that we’re having sex at eleven on the dot?”

“Fine then, eleven oh two.”

“I’ll pencil it in,” Jisung joked, causing you to yank your hand out of his in disdain.

While you waited for the scheduled time to roll around you got ready for bed. You showered the day off, letting the hot water ease some of the tension from your sore muscles. You knew you’d be worse off in the morning, but you hoped that a steamy shower would at least help a little. Jisung showered next as you slipped into pajamas and went through your nightly routine. You were never very good at remembering to moisturize, or do any skincare for that matter, but you were determined to make it a habit by the end of the summer.

You scrolled through your phone anxiously while you waited for Jisung to get out of the shower. You didn’t know why you were so nervous, this wasn’t even the most intimate thing you’d done together. You’ve kissed dozens of times before by now- you’d watched porn together for christ’s sake. Why was this the breaking point?

The couple glasses of wine you’d had at dinner to hype yourself up for tonight were starting to wear off. The pleasant buzz was gradually fading and being replaced by sober realization. Jisung’s brothers weren’t your only neighbors. Other guests were staying on the opposite side of you as well. They would surely hear you if you were going to be loud enough for Minho and Felix to hear you- was it even worth it? To put some poor strangers through your improv act? No, you were already too far in. You had made your bed, now you had to lie in it. Literally.

Jisung emerged from the bathroom with a towel in his hand, using it to shake his curls dry. He’d changed into his version of pajamas- a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and grinned when he saw you were wearing pretty much the same thing.

“Ready?” he asked, tossing the towel to the side.

“Wait, Jisung, I just realized-”

“What is it?”

“I’m still on my period.”

“So?”

You blinked. “So… it wouldn’t make sense to have sex?”

“Why not?”

“Because it would make a big mess!”

“I’m still not seeing an issue,” Jisung said matter-of-factly. “Have you never had period sex before?”

“Have you?” you countered.

“Yeah, you haven’t?”

You shook your head. “No, none of the guys I’ve been with were down for it. And I was too nervous to ask the girls.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot you only date losers,” he quipped with a smirk.

“Need I remind you who I’m pretend-dating right now?”

Jisung pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes at you. “I doubt Minho even remembers you’re on your period,” he pointed out. “And if he does he won’t think anything of it. Period sex is normal.”

“Fine, okay. What time is it?”

“Eleven-oh-four.”

“Shit, we better get started then.”

Jisung just nodded and joined you on the bed. He kneeled in front of the headboard and wrapped a hand around the frame. You looked to your best friend for the go-ahead and winked when he gave you the thumbs-up.

You cleared your throat awkwardly, suddenly aware of the echo in the otherwise silent room. You weren’t even naked, but you felt so exposed. For someone who prided themselves on being so sexually expressive you were choking. But Jisung was looking at you expectantly and the clock was ticking so you mustered up what little courage you had and let out a soft moan.

“Louder,” Jisung urged.

You shot him a dirty look but did as he instructed, raising your voice an octave. Jisung grinned in approval and gestured with his hand, encouraging you to continue.

“Why don’t you have a turn?” you demanded. “Making your girlfriend do all the work? That’s not very gentleman-like.”

“In my head, this is just foreplay, so I’m like fingering you or something. We’re not actually having sex yet.”

“Oh sorry, I didn’t realize our porno had a narrative,” you hissed.

Jisung rolled his eyes at you. “Just keep moaning.”

“Ji,” you whined loudly, unmoving on the bed where you were flipping him off. “Fuck, Jisung! Feels so good!”

“Yeah, baby?” he asked, finally breaking his silence.

“So good,” you repeated breathily.

Jisung released his hold on the headboard so that it could start to knock against the wall you shared with his brothers as you both rocked your hips to simulate the pace of sex.

“Fuck,” Jisung grunted and you’d be lying if you said your stomach didn’t twist at that.

You supposed this was the part in the storyline where you were actually having sex, so you tried to make yourself sound as needy and desperate as possible.

“God, Jisung, don’t stop!”

Jisung rammed the bed frame against the wall even harder and groaned your name, clapping a hand to his thigh to make it sound like he was slapping your ass. You continued to beg and plead for a few more minutes before you both decided to kick it up a notch. Jisung put a hand around his throat, motioning for you to act like you were being choked.

How did he know you liked to be choked?

Lucky guess.

You took his suggestion and closed a hand around your throat to muffle your moans. You were out of breath, for real now, from all of the flailing around and jumping and choking yourself that you were just about ready to wrap it up.

“Should we cum now?” you whispered.

“How long has it been?”

“I dunno, like five minutes?”

“You think I’d only last five minutes?” Jisung accused.

“I think five minutes is being generous,” you scoffed.

“Fine, but you first.”

You sighed tiredly and prepared yourself for the crescendo. You stretched your arms above your head and moaned in relief as your muscles tensed and relaxed, arching your back off the bed dramatically.

“Fuck, Ji. Right there right there right there,” you cried, loud enough for the whole fucking city of Paris to hear you. “Yes, yes, yes!”

“You look so fucking hot like this, y/n,” Jisung praised, catching you by surprise.

You whipped your head over to stare at him, but he wasn’t even looking at you. He was scrolling through Twitter with one hand while rocking the headboard back and forth with the other.

You rolled your eyes at his multitasking and continued moaning obnoxiously like an amateur pornstar. You “finished” first with another string of curses and Jisung’s name and he followed shortly behind you, voice wavering as he slowed the motion of the bed.

Jisung flopped back on the bed next to you wordlessly. You were both still catching your breath and processing everything that had happened. You pressed your fingers to the pulsepoint on your neck and began to count. Out of all the walking you already did today, faking sex with Jisung was the most cardio-heavy by far.

“I think that was my best performance ever,” you said proudly once your lungs didn’t feel like they were burning from the inside out.

“What are you comparing it to?” Jisung asked, turning his head to look at you properly.

“My third grade VBS concert, my entire high school theater experience, telling customers it was a pleasure to serve them, faking orgasms with frat guys, do you need me to keep going?”

He chuckled. “You were an excellent co-star.”

“You weren’t too bad yourself. Do you think they’ll buy it?”

“Definitely, but if you want to seal the deal I might have an idea.”

“What is it?”

“I give you a hickey.”

You bolted upright. “Are you serious?”

“Not an obvious one, it’ll be easy to hide.”

“Then what’s the point of having it in the first place?”

Jisung shrugged. “You cover it with makeup in the morning, but not so much that it’ll wear off later in the day when my parents aren’t around. If Minho is really as nosy as we think, he’ll definitely notice it and stop asking questions.”

“You don’t think it’ll just lead to more questions? Who’s to say he’s going to be looking at my neck anyway?”

“Oh he will be,” Jisung said confidently.

“How do you know?”

“I just do.”

“Fine, fuck it,” you groaned, giving in. “Go easy, though, okay?”

Your best friend smirked. “No promises.”

You pushed down your shirt to expose more of your neck and shoulders and scooted closer to him on the bed. You rolled your head to the side to give him easy access. He brushed your hair out of the way and leaned down so that he was just inches away from your collarbone. His breath tickled your skin as he hovered above you, deciding where to mark you. You flinched when you felt his teeth sink into the tender skin just below your jaw. You held back a yelp and tried to relax, but the sheer absurdity of it all was getting to you. And it tickled. Jisung licked the spot he had just bitten and then began to suck on it, eliciting a sheer squeal from you.

“Shh!” He had broken away to scold you.

“You know I’m ticklish!” you argued back defensively.

“Try to stay still.”

“What do you think I’m doing?”

Jisung placed a hand on each of your shoulders to hold you down as he went back to work. By the time he was finished your neck was sore from holding it in an uncomfortable position for so long and your left hand had fallen asleep.

“There,” he said finally, satisfaction clear on his face.

You got up to go look in the mirror in front of the bathroom to evaluate his artistry. Right on your neck in plain view was a fresh bruise, blooming purple underneath your skin.

“Jisung, this is huge!” you complained.

“It’ll go down in the morning!” he insisted.

“I know how hickeys work, genius. It’s still fucking giant.”

“It’s not as bad as you think it is, okay? Now come on, let’s go to bed.”

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