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andysorbit · 1 year

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Fem!Reader x Florist!Xiaojun

Summary:

Y/n and Xiaojun are friends, neighbors, former coworkers, and you hold the deed to his shop. After celebrating the success of his store opening, chaos ensues.

I suck at summaries

Warning: semi-slowburn, semi NSFW, fwb, weed and booze, mentions of swx but not actual sex cuz imma tease tf outta yall first.

November

This building has been in your family since your mom was a child. Meant to be passed on, your mother showed you the ropes of management and took off to live a life she never got to experience. She didn't want to play landlord but she did it long enough to give you the knowledge that you needed to keep the family business alive. This duel storefront and five floor walk-up is your baby. Running your Cafe in one storefront was all you really cared about. The opposite side had been vacant for since your grandfather, the last living family tailor, had passed away. Xiaojun had come along, three years earlier and had inquired about the space. He didn't have the money for the store but he did have enough to rent a vacant apartment. So after working in your Cafe for two very fun years and saving, the empty storefront was all his.

He didn't seem like the type of guy to be into flowers but he was always full of surprises which is why he intrigued you. He was this rough-around-the-edges flower boy who painted in his rare free time and liked wine over beer.

On this particular evening, you were celebrating of his store opening. Deciding to host it in your Cafe, you invited his friends, made cupcakes and tea, ordered some wine, and bought him a boquet of flowers. Most of the guests have left but the night is still young and Haechan keeps ordering more wine from the liquor store across the street so you party on.

"You fucking bought me flowers from Trader Joe's? Y/n, I'm gonna hit you with these later." He says shaking the boquet at you. Everyone is just a little bit more than drunk but the mood is comfortable. You laugh and fill more wine glasses, "I couldn't have you arrange your own flower, DJ! That's so tacky!" He comes closer to you, "After all you've done for me? I could've easily have arranged my own flowers- if for no other reason, for my own sanity." He chuckles. He smells good as usual and you nod, "Fine I'll get in touch with you when your birthday comes around." You say sarcastically. He presses a kiss to your cheek, "In all seriousness, thank you. Like... a billion times over. You're like..." He trails off for a minute. He's very drunk and you take a napkin to dab the sweat from his brow, "I know I'm awesome. Just make sure you pay your rent." You giggle. "Ew just kiss already." Haechan mutters as he passes the two of you. "Shut the fuck up." Xiaojun sighs then turns his attention back to you, "You're amazing you know. Like... just really good to me and I'm glad I moved here and I'm glad that you took a chance on me." You smooth down his hair and rub his arm, "Are you getting sentimental? How drunk are you?" You say to him and he swats you with the flowers. "I'll spank you with these." He laughs. "Yeah right. Prove it!" You shoot back. You gather empty bottles and bring them to the kitchen.

Inside the kitchen, you place the bottles in a recycling bin and Haechan strides in, "Johnny's passing around edibles." He says and sits up on the counter. "Boy, if you don't get your ass off my counter." You say as you scoot him off. "Sorry." He says sheepishly. "And why didn't you get any?" You ask. "Johnny said he can't prove I'm not lying about my age." He sighs. You pat his back, "You have a baby face." You tell him. "It's a gift and a curse." He says I'm agreement. You laugh, "Come on. I'll back you." You tell him as you head back out. He follows, "This is why you're the coolest boss ever." He says as he comes up to hug you from the side. "You called me Satan with an angel's face when I made you cover for Chenle last week." You scoff. "Yes... 'with an angel's face', y/n. Find the silver lining. That's its own compliment." He sighs.

Haechan is a weird individual. He's old enough to hang out with the "grown ups" but still young enough that people will still excuse themselves if they curse in front of him. He lives on the third floor of your building and sometimes forgets to pay his rent but he makes up for it by being a solid employee and genuinely kind person. "Aw Haechannie had to go tell his mama." Johnny laughs. "You know he has a mommy fetish, don't drag me into that." You sigh and take two brownies from Johnny's tray. You hand one to Haechan and the two of you toast. "You're so confident that you can handle an entire brownie." Xiaojun chuckles from his spot on a sofa. He's cuddling a throw pillow and his face is reddening up. "We all know Johnny's stingy ass did not season these brownies generously." You shoot back. Xiaojun laughs heartily, "He's so fuckin stingy!" He yells. Johnny gives everyone both of his middle fingers, "When y/n gives me a raise, maybe I'll be able spoil you guys." He says cockily. "You just started working here." You say and roll your eyes. "And I'm bringing in customer like it's going out of style, baby." He boasts. You shake your head, "Girls like tall guys. No matter how dumb or annoying or how many months behind they are in rent." You laugh. "Jaemin doesn't pay rent!" Johnny shrills like a child.

Jaemin, your most mysterious tenant and hardest worker, leans against the books as he swirls his wine glass, "I'm not a bitch." He says. He's high out of his mind, "I have real edibles in the kitchen. If you guys actually wanna get fucked up." You smile, "Not the bake master coming through." Xiaojun says as he fist pumps. "I made brownies, I made a cheesecake, and I made cookies." Jaemin says then sits down beside Xiaojun, "Y/n, top shelf in the fridge." He says.

Johnny, Haechan, and Xiaojun clamber in behind you like vultures. "Who's having what?" You ask and open the fridge. "Three cookies." Haechan pipes up, "Make that two cookies... or maybe just one. Yeah, I'll take one." You open a zip lock bag full of cookies and hand him one. "I'll take the cheesecake." Johnny says. "The whole thing?" Xiaojun laughs. "Fine just gimme a brownie." The taller man sighs in defeat. You remove the foil off of the tray and hand Johnny a brownie, "Xiaojun?" You say. "Brownie, please." He says with a nod. "Go drink some water." You say as you take a brownie for yourself and for him as well. He nods and fills an abandoned wine glass with rap water and chugs it, "Now can I have my brownie?" He asks. You hand it to him. You guys eat I'm silence and Xiaojun laughs. "We're like rats." He muses.

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The next morning comes like a blur. You're haunted by the ghost of a dream. A dream of Xiaojun bending you over the counter in the kitchen and whispering filthy things into your ear; of him spitting into your mouth and throttling you on your living room sofa. Despite it being Xiaojun, it’s a good dream. No it’s a great dream and as you stretch, you can smell him on you. On your sheets. You also smell food cooking and don’t panic because maybe he just wants to cure the hangover that you’re all having. A gentle snore snaps you out of your own head and you roll over to see Xiaojun fast asleep on the opposite side of your bed. Still no need to panic. “We were really fucked up. No big deal.” You mumble. You stand up and stretch. "No big deal." You tell yourself again.

After a trip to the bathroom, you make your way to the kitchen to find Jaemin at the source of the aromas. He's frying eggs and making toast. Haechan is seated at the counter with a shit eating grin. You glare at him and Jaemin turns to put some toast on a plate. "Hey. Sit down." He says and shoves a plate of sliced cucumbers over to you. "Thanks." You say quietly. "It's not a big deal. Save some for Xiaojun. This should help with the hangover and there's pedialyte in the fridge make sure you drink the whole bottle. Cherry for you and grape for Xiaojun and- would you just eat the cucumbers please? Stop staring at that idiot. Just eat." Jaemin says and you realize you've been staring down Haechan. Jaemin isn't at all phased by the night before. No sign of a hangover at all. "Haechan, go open the shop and stop being stupid. Leave her alone." He says shortly and hands you a plate full of eggs and toast. "Fine... send Xiaojun my regards." Haechan says coyly as he hops off of the stool and heads out. Jaemin glares at him and the younger man speeds up. "Listen. This is none of my business but..." Jaemin opens a drawer and pulls out a plastic bag, "You two fucked last night, okay? I tried to talk you out of it. Johnny tried to talk you out of it... I called Ten to talk you out of it. We tried, okay? We tried and you two didn't listen and I'm not sure if you two were smart enough to... God I sound like your father and just ew. I bought a Plan B, okay? Just... if you wanna take it, it's here. I'm gonna handle the shop. As you can see, I'm fine. If you wanna take the day off, I've got you." Jaemin pushes the bag closer to you and you nod. "You don't have to be embarrassed. I don't think any differently of you." He says and rubs your shoulder. "I don't like him like that. It's gonna make everything weird." You mutter. Jaemin sighs, "Don't really know you feel about him and I don't really wanna get involved. You're my boss, my landlord, and I consider you a friend. Xiaojun is my neighbor and I also consoder him a friend. I'm not getting involved so the rest of this shit is between you guys." He says and goes to your room door, "Xiaojun! Get up! There's food out here for you. Move your ass." He yells. He comes back into the kitchen, "And you keep your ass right there. Clear the air so shit doesn't get weird. Also, I called Ten and Irene for him so if he's too fucked up to run the shop, they have him covered." You smile, "Thank you, Jaemin." You tell him. He shrugs, "You'd do the same for me." He says and with that, he's gone.

You hear Xiaojun shuffling in the bedroom and you munch on a cucumber. He's probably taking his time and you're not upset about it. Finally he emerges dressed in his boxers. "I was looking for something to put on but I didn't realize this is your apartment. I have no idea where my clothes are." He says sheepishly. "Yeah." You chuckle, "Cucumber?" He comes over to you and gives your head a nudge before sitting next you. You both eat in silence. "Was I supposed to um... kiss you good morning? Are you mad at me or something? I don't know what to say to you." You say awkwardly. "Why would I be mad at you?" He asks with an amused smirk. "I don't know... Do you remember what happened last night?" You ask and stab at your plate of eggs. "For the most part, I do." He ponders and shoves a forkful of eggs into his mouth. "Jaemin bought this." You pull the Plan B out of the bag and show him. "Huh." He grunts, "That was nice of him." You watch him bite his toast. "I barely remember anything. It's all hazy." You mutter. "I don't remember everything. I just... I remember you... never mind." He mutters. "What do you remember?" You press him, "Was I that embarrassing?" He smiles at you, "Not at all. You were just... you. That's all."

You roll your eyes, "Don't talk in riddles, Xiaojun. What does that mean?" You sigh. "You were you just as you are right now. Cool, pretty, and funny only..." He trails while fighting a losing battle with the smirk perking up at the corners of his lips. "Oh God. Only what?" You practically yell at him. "Naked." He says. You stand up and go to the fridge. You spot the pedialyte but for your own pride, you pretend to be distracted. "People are usually naked when they have sex, Y/n. It's no big deal." He pipes up, "This doesn't change anything between us. It doesn't have to be weird." You take the two bottles out of the fridge and hand him one, "Did you spit in my mouth?" You deadpan. He laughs, "Yeah. You asked me to. You said it was rather interesting then you asked me to do it three more times." You wince, "I asked you to?" You shrill. Xiaojun nods, "I didn't mind. Kinda liked it actually." He says and opens his bottle. He takes a long drink then looks back at you, "I never took you for that type though." You scoff, "So my sexual preferences have crossed your mind. Nasty." "If I were to say that certain things about you have never crossed my mind, I'd be lying." He says casually, "And you're a beautiful woman too? I'm only a man, Y/n." "Only a man?" You repeat. You get up put your plate in the sink. "I'm just gonna go. I can't change what happened nor am I ashamed of admitting that I enjoyed it and I'm sure if you remembered a bit more, you would feel the same but... since you don't..." He pushes the plate with one last cucumber over to you, "Let's not talk about it. Clearly it's making you uncomfortable." You get up and follow him to the living room, "I never said it made me uncomfortable." You object. "But here's the thing, Y/n... you're acting like it does and I don't like being the source of anyone's discomfort so I'm leaving." Xiaojun says. He finds his jeans thrown underneath the coffee table and he puts them on. "DJ, can you just listen to me? You don't have to leave. I mean where are you gonna go?" Xiaojun turns to look at you and he laughs, "Always a dummy." He says and crosses the room to gently grab your shoulders, "I'm only going to my apartment don't be so dramatic. You know it'd take more than this to get me out of here." "I'm sorry I'm making it weird." You mutter. He pulls back to look at you, "It's easier to not make it weird than you think it is. Just do what I'm doing." He laughs and lets you go. You nod and spot his shirt on the coat rack. You retrieve it and hand it to him, "Ten and Irene are in the shop... Jaemin called them." You pipe up. "Good old Jaemin." He laughs.

After only finding one sock, Xiaojun gives up, "If you find my other sock, you know where to find me." He says as he puts his sneakers on. "Y/n... friends have sex all the time. You don't have to act like you don't know how to treat me. You don't have to walk on eggshells around me. Just because this happened doesn't mean I don't still think you're the coolest person I've ever met." He says and touches your arm. You can't help but wonder if he’s thinking about what you did the night before. "I just... it's embarrassing and I don't even know what I'm embarrassed about." You sigh. "It'll come back to you... or it won't. Either way, I must deprive you of my presence and go wash my ass." He says and softly taps your jaw with his knuckles. "Adieu, my fine lady." He says and leaves. You wander back to the kitchen and take the pill.

December

"Don't forget to save today's coffee grounds. I have to give them to Xiaojun." You say as you finish wiping down the counter. Chenle nods and finishes scrubbing down the espresso machine, "Y/n, I have exams next week. I already asked Jaemin to cover my shifts but I just wanted to let you know." He says. "Of course. Do you need any help?" You say. "No, I think I'm good. Just need to focus." He says. He takes the bag of coffee grounds and hands them to you, "I'm glad you two aren't acting weird." You frown at him, "Who told you?" You ask. "Take a guess." He deadpan. "Haechan." You say with a nod.

As you two finish cleaning the shop, you catch a glimpse of Xiaojun through the window brining out the last of the day's trash. He looks in at you and flips you off before going back inside. You laugh and cut the lights off. After locking up, Chenle heads upstairs to his apartment and you head into Xiaojun's shop. "I'm closed." He calls out. "I'll tip you extra!" You reply. He pops up from behind the counter and smiles, "Oooh a pretty customer. How could I refuse?" He teases. "I'll knock all this shit over. Try me." You laugh. "You got my coffee grounds, woman?" He asks. You nod, "Right here." You reply and set them down on the counter. You and Xiaojun are more than cordial. Things feel pretty normal again. "You still coming over for pizza tonight or are you flaking on me like Ten did,?" He asks. "Ten canceled?" You ask. "Dick appointment with Yuta." He says. "Fair enough." You say with a shrug. "Fair enough?" He laughs. "Yeah, Yuta's hot." You reply. Xiaojun shakes his head, "You told me that you two had a thing. I didn't believe you though- I mean you were off your ass." "Yeah, we did but he's got his restaurant and I have the cafe and it just didn't work out. I gave him and Ten my blessings though. It's not weird or anything." You explain. Xiaojun nods then goes to turn off the lights and and retrieve a boquet Snowdrops and pink Cyclamens, "This is for your kitchen table." He says. "DJ, thank you." You say and take a moment to admire them. You lean in close and inhale their beautiful fragrance. "Careful, I dusted them with cocaine." He teases. You gently punch his shoulder, "Shut up." You laugh. "Tell me they're beautiful and that I'm the best." He sighs cockily. "They're ugly and you suck." You shoot back. "I'll spank you with the left over rose stems. They're long enough." He threatens softly. "Prove it." You shrug. "Isn't that what got us into trouble last time?" He chuckles. "I wouldn't know. I still don't remember much." You shrug. He laughs and goes to draw the blinds in the storefront windows. "I guess it never came back to you." He whispers. You fiddle with the white ribbon around the flower vase, "I think I'm ready for you to just tell me." You say reluctantly.

You hop up on the counter and he comes around to stare at you, "Are you sure?" He asks. You nod and he leans against the back counter. "So we're in the kitchen eating those brownies, right? And you're sitting on the counter just as you are right now and we all know you were fucked up because Haechan is sitting next you and we all know how you are about asses on countertops." You nod. "White people shit." You both say in unison. "Okay so Johnny starts talking about some girl named... well I don't remember her name or why she's even important but anyway..." Xiaojun trails off for a moment and falls into thought before snapping his fingers, "He said she likes him because his dick is huge now things get spotty because the brownie probably started kicking my ass at this point but I remember pulling out my dick for some reason... I'm not a slut, I swear- and Johnny said I probably have more dick than I know what to do with so I was like 'I'm like a fuckin' orchestra conductor with my shit' or something like that or whatever so you said 'prove it' so I did." He says and smirks. "They watched?" You mumble in horror. "No way. We kicked them out and I bent you over the counter. We could hear them telling us to stop but we thought it was funny." He replies. You bite your lip and chuckle, "That sounds insane." You say. Xiaojun nods, "Wanna know when I spit in your mouth?" He asks casually. "Y- yeah." You say. "Well... it was when we were still in the kitchen and I... I had you against the wall and I kissed you and it was a really messy... really wet kiss and you... you told me that you wanted Yuta to spit in your mouth but you were too scared to ask so we laughed about it and then you asked me to do it so I did it and then you swallowed it and I just came. It was... really hot. I've never done anything like that before and it just... it made me cum." He tells you, "I learned something new about myself and I guess I don't feel weird about it because... I know you won't judge me." You shake your head, "Of course I wouldn't judge you, DJ." You say softly. He pushes his hair out of his eyes and smiles at you, "Can I acknowledge the elephant in the room or should I wait another month?" He asks. "Lay it on me." You reply. "I keep thinking about it and I wanna do it again. Just to see if it's just as good sober."

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Okay this is part 1 of ??? This has been cooking for about a week and I'm working on part 2! Shout out to @suntaeshine for putting a fire under my ass so I could get this part posted! I gotchu!

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House of Cards: Chapter 3 (M)

Taehyung x Reader, with Jungkook

Genre: Smut, a little angst, slightly fluffy

Warning: Infidelity. Please avoid if this is not for you.

Word count: 5,020 words

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The neighbours were definitely wondering why you were doing a spring cleaning in the middle of November, the sounds of you vacuuming the entire house breaking the silence of the normally quiet Friday afternoons. You had left work a little early to clean your apartment, even though there was not much to be done since you always kept the place spick and span. First impressions are important and from the short conversation you've had with Jungkook earlier, you'd deducted that he seemed like a nice guy, so you were eager to have him move in. Especially since no one else had answered to your ad.

The house was perfectly tidy, nothing out of place and not a speck of dust to be found anywhere. Brushing your hands happily, you took the small bag of trash and opened the front door to get rid of it. You were greeted by the back of a young man leaning against the railing in front of your house. The rattle of the door opening caused him to turn around in surprise to face you. You were not sure if your gaping mouth was due to the astonishment at finding someone outside your house, or if it was amazement at facing someone so good-looking.

A moment of silence passed as the two of you stared at each other, then the man said, "Are you y/n?"

"Yes," you confirmed. "And you are..."

"Jungkook," he finished your sentence for you. "I was the one who called you earlier." He started to offer his hand for a handshake but you shook your head and held up the bag of trash to show him the reason you had to decline the offer. "Oh, let me take care of that for you."

Eyes wide open at his words, you shook your head and jerked the bag away. "No, I can't let you do that!" Without thinking, you had engaged this handsome man in a bizarre contest of getting the trash. He reached for the plastic bag, his hand following it as you twisted and moved to get it away from him. His reflexes were a lot better than yours, and in no time the trash was in his hand and his body had trapped yours against the wall beside your door.

"One bag of trash doesn't make your place a sty, you know," he teased, his face a scant few inches from your own flushed face before he walked away to get rid of it. You were still leaning heavily against the wall, trying to catch your breath and cool yourself down when he returned.

"Thank you," you breathed, glad that you were able to make the words come out sounding perfectly normal, not like he had the ability to knock the wind out of you.

"No problem," Jungkook flashed you another brilliant smile and held up his hands. "I know I'm a little early, but can I go in? I need to wash my hands now."

"Oh, yes, of course," you mentally kicked yourself for not inviting him in and motioned him to follow you inside. Leading him to the kitchen, you pointed at the sink. "Make yourself at home. I'm just going to change out of these real quick," you motioned at your work clothes.

"Sure," he nodded and turned on the tap to wash his hands while you hurried into your bedroom to change into comfier clothes. At first you were tempted to put on fancier clothes than the ones you would usually wear at home, then you reminded yourself that he was supposed to be your prospective roommate, not your date. So you slipped into an oversized tee and black tights after washing your own hands in the bathroom.

Entering the living room you immediately spotted Jungkook sitting on the one-seater sofa, looking at the photos you had hung on the walls with interest. Upon hearing your return, he wrenched his gaze from the frames and stood up. "Just admiring the pictures," he said.

You grinned at his sudden shyness, feeling more confident now that you were in your home and he wasn't too close to you. "Were you waiting for seven o'clock so you could knock on my door?" His straightforward nod accompanied by an "I don't like being late," resonated with you. "Would you like a drink, or would you prefer to see the house first? Not that there's much to see, there's just the extra bedroom left."

"Save the best for last, so I'd say see my room first," he answered. Your heart jumped a little at his words that relayed his certainty of taking the room, even as your mind tried to work out what he meant by saving 'the best for last'. You were tempted to ask but you told yourself to calm down and show the man the extra room.

"It has an attached bathroom, so you can have your privacy," you informed him as you opened the door to the extra bedroom. "You're welcome to use everything in the room and make any changes that you'd like, just inform me if you want to make holes in the wall though," after gesturing to the bed, wardrobe and other smaller furniture that adorned your spacious guest bedroom, you chanced a glance at his face to see his reaction.

You were glad to see that his eyes were darting all over the place, eyeing the room with excitement. "I love it," he gushed. "I can't believe that with this price, no one has rented this room yet."

"Why? Is it too cheap?" You asked nervously, and he laughed at your panicked tone.

"No, no," he assured you with his hands held up in a gesture to correct himself. "The price is very reasonable, really. You can ask anyone around here if you don't believe me," he said confidently at your doubtful look. "It's just it's really hard to get a place to rent in this neighbourhood. The cheaper places have all been grabbed by the college students, and all that's available are in the upper class neighbourhood, and the prices are crazy. I'm lucky to get a room as nice as this."

He managed to placate you, because even if you did place too low a price on the room, as long as it wasn't ridiculously cheap, you wouldn't have raised the price if it meant that Jungkook would take the room. For some reason, you liked him immensely, even though you'd only met him for less than an hour. "Well - I take it that you're interested?"

He chuckled and nodded. "Definitely."

"Then why don't we talk about the details? It's not much so I'm sure we can get it settled quickly."

"Eager to chase me out already?" His question was teasing and cheerful.

"No! You can stay as long as you like." Even though you knew he was joking, you couldn't help yourself from making sure he did not feel less than welcome. You could see him grin at your naivety out of the corner of your eye, but you ignored him apart from telling him to take a seat in the living room while you made tea.

"So," you began after setting down the tray bearing a teapot, two cups and a bowl of sugar, "the rent is as I've stated in the website, but other than that, I do have some preferences that I hope you can take into account. I don't mind you bringing people over as long as you don't crash the place, and try not to let it get too messy."

"That's it?" He asked in disbelief. "That's no problem at all. When can I move in?"

You laughed at his eagerness. "Don't you have anything you'd prefer me to do, or not to do?"

He shrugged. "You're the landlady. You should be able to do whatever you want to do in your own house."

Giving him an exaggerated shudder, you said, "You make me sound like a crone. How old are you, by the way?"

"From the looks of it, I think I might be older than you," he wiggled his eyebrows and grinned, making you roll your eyes in amusement. "I'm twenty-one. Doing my final year in SH University."

"Hey, that's where I graduated from!" You exclaimed excitedly. "What course are you taking?"

Before you knew it, you had spent almost two hours chatting with Jungkook, getting to know your new roommate better. Then his eyes strayed to the clock hanging among your photos. "Oh wow, it's almost ten already. Time really flies when you're having fun. I'm sorry for taking up your Friday night."

If it was anyone else, you might have tried to lie and say that you had a thriving social life, but if he was to be your roommate, eventually he would find out what a loser you were anyway. "I don't have plans for today. I'm usually free on Friday nights," you told him truthfully. "But I won't keep you here, I'm sure you have better things to do."

To your surprise, instead of getting up like you expected him to do, he leaned back against the couch and wiggled on the cushion, giving you a show of making himself comfortable. "The best deal I've got for tonight is right here."

You shook your head and smiled, not believing him for one second. A young, gorgeous guy like him should have his weekend full of parties and dates. "We can always hang out here when you move in. I'll be here throughout the weekend, but if you want to move during the week, normally I'll be home around seven or eight."

"I'll come tomorrow with my stuff," he said.

"Don't you want to spend your Saturday doing other things?" You asked in astonishment, not expecting him to agree to move in so soon.

"Like what?"

"I don't know, go on a date maybe?"

Jungkook pursed his lips, as if toying with the idea before shaking his head. "Nah. I'd rather get all my stuff into my new room, then I can force you to spend the weekend with me, since you said you're free." Ignoring the blush that heated your cheeks at his flirtatious words, he lifted his hips up to pull an envelope from the back pocket of his jeans. "I almost forgot. Here is the three-month deposit that you requested."

Taking the envelope from him, you opened it to count the money inside. "You could have given it to me later. How are you so sure that you would be taking that room?"

He shrugged and smirked confidently. "Maybe I just have good instincts."

True to his word, he brought his possessions with him in his car the next day. There wasn't much, yet you insisted on helping him carry everything upstairs, despite his protests. The next few weeks were uneventful, mostly consisting of work for you and classes for him, and adapting to each others' schedules and habits. You stayed home most weekends like you always did, even before he came along. Jungkook on the other hand, spent some of his weekends out of the house, and some indoors with you, watching movies or letting you bully him into watching dramas occasionally.

The new routine wasn't hard to get used to, as Jungkook proved to be an easygoing and friendly person - someone you couldn't help liking and feel comfortable around. The weeks seemed to be moving in a cycle that you enjoyed, and you thought that it would remain the same for a while, at least until Jungkook moved out at some point in the distant future. However, a tiny little detail slipped your mind. A detail in the form of a tall, rich secret lover.

It was another Friday night that you were spending at home, alone this time because Jungkook was out with his friends. You weren't sure if they were at a party or doing something else, but you were glad that he was living a fun college life, even if it meant that you had no one to watch this new movie with. You were doubly glad that he was not home when your phone rang and Taehyung's name flashed across the screen. Putting your mug of hot chocolate down on the coffee table, you picked up your phone, making sure to not answer the call too fast.

"Hey, Y/n," Taehyung's deep voice called when you answered.

"Hey, Tae."

"Can I come over?" You had no idea why, but he sounded chirpy and excited.

Biting your lip, you looked at the clock on the wall, debating whether you should say yes or no. The last time you talked to Taehyung was weeks ago when he came over, just before you put up your room for rent and you didn't want to tell him then, afraid that he would offer you his money instead, something that you never wanted to happen. Having an affair with a married man was already weighing heavily on your conscience, to take his money, even if you were just borrowing from your ex-boyfriend, would make you feel like a prostitute. You meant to tell him about your new roommate at some point but things got so comfortable with Jungkook it felt like he had been staying with you forever and you hardly talked to Taehyung anymore so it completely slipped by you.

Forcing all the uncertainty from your mind, you answered, "Sure, I'm home now."

About twenty minutes later, there was a knock on your door, and you raced to open it, unsure of why you were in such a hurry in the first place. Taehyung was looking relaxed in a black tee and Bermuda shorts, leaning towards you with his arm braced against the frame of the door. "Hey," he said his usual greeting with an easy smile.

"You're in a good mood," you remarked as you stepped aside to let him in.

"I can spend the night here today," he declared and it was only then that you noticed that he had a backpack slung over his shoulder.

"How come?" Having Taehyung sleep over was extremely rare; almost unheard of.

"She's gone on a work trip," Taehyung explained. "And I have work to take care of during the weekend so she couldn't make me go with her. But that doesn't mean I can't spend tonight with you." Taehyung's loving gaze took out the sting that you felt at the reminder that his jealous wife always brought him with her everywhere, making it even harder for you two to meet.

You smiled back at him and took his hand to lead him to the bedroom, but he stopped you in your tracks. "Can't wait, huh?" He chuckled. "We have the whole night to ourselves, let's watch a movie first. Have you even eaten dinner?"

Your eyes flicked to the clock. It was barely eight in the evening. Jungkook wouldn't be back for a few hours yet, that was if he was even returning for the night. You had time. "I haven't. Have you?"

"Nope. Let's order take out and eat while we take in a movie. I miss spending actual quality time with you."

Taehyung definitely had a way of keeping himself in your heart that overrode your guilt about sleeping with a married man. It was hard to let the first and only love of your life go when he said sweet things that caused you to melt faster than butter left in the blazing sun. "Sounds good. What movie do you have in mind?" He dug around the inside of his bag to pull out an Interstellar DVD.

Sex with Taehyung was divine and you loved him to bits, but you missed hanging out with him like you used to in university. Between the two of you scarfing down the pizzas, all the food was gone in a blink of an eye. Both of you enjoyed the movie and spent the next hour discussing and debating the possibilities and plot holes of the movie. Before you knew it, midnight had struck.

After quickly putting away the dishes and pizza boxes, you ushered Taehyung into your bedroom, where you could lay on the bed without worrying that Jungkook would catch you with Taehyung. You stared at the ceiling, distracted until you noticed that Taehyung was propped up on his right elbow, his eyes glinting from the light that came from your windows, the only source of light in your dark bedroom. You turned to your side to face him, returning his affectionate smile.

"I don't understand how you could be the most beautiful woman in the world even after so many years of knowing you," he complimented, sending butterflies fluttering inside your stomach. He reached out his left hand to tuck your hair behind your ear. "Even now, no one can compare." You knew that he meant his wife and a small triumphant feeling rose in your chest at the flattery.

When he moved his hand to cup the side of your face, you scooted closer to bring your lips to his. The kiss was slow and thorough, not rushed like it usually was these days. Taehyung sighed contentedly and slid his hands slowly against your sides towards your waist, pulling your body to press against his. He pushed his hips to meet yours, unashamedly letting you feel his half-hard erection as he parted your mouth with his tongue.

Moaning into the kiss, you let him explore your mouth with his tongue as you brought your leg over his body, wanting to bring him as close to you as you possibly could. You tugged on his shirt, bringing it up to his chest and he broke the kiss to pull it off swiftly before locking lips with you again.

"Taehyung," you whispered in between kisses, trying to slip your hand into his shorts and underwear to touch his cock. He got the message immediately and you lifted your leg just long enough so he could pull them off, leaving him completely naked. You struggled to pump him with your hands while rubbing it against your clothed core at the same time.

"Looks like someone has been missing me," he teased before nibbling on your bottom lip.

"So much," you admitted. "Don't you miss me?"

He pushed you to lie on your back and climbed on top of you. "Every single day." With that, he started sucking gently on your neck, but not hard enough to bruise you while kneading your breasts over your shirt. You were glad that you usually forgo bras when you were at home. Your sensitive nipples hardened against his palms at once, and Taehyung, noticing this, lowered himself down to take a covered nipple in his mouth to suck. Moaning his name, you ground your hips against him, seeking for some relief.

It was nowhere near enough and in no time you had pulled your own shirt off so he could lavish your breasts with attention directly. Taehyung worshipped your breasts, kissing and nipping them lightly, licking and sucking your erect nipples, causing you to bury your fingers into his hair to push his head into your chest. His ministrations were sending waves of heat down your body that soaked your panties.

"Taehyung, please," you begged, "I need you." You reached for your shorts to take them off but he beat you to the punch, dragging them down your legs so you could kick them off, sending them flying to who knew where. However, instead of filling you up like you were hoping, he wrapped his hand around the shaft and slid it up and down your dripping slit. You whined in frustration and tilted your hips up in an attempt to force him inside you but he pulled away before leaning down to press the head against your clit.

The pressure drove you even higher up the wall, giving up all semblance of control by grabbing his cock yourself. You slid your hand back and forth over his length, the movement pushing him against your sensitive nub even more. Pleasure built inside you at a frightening pace, but just as you were about to come, he pulled away. Your cry of irritation at the loss of contact was cut short when he replaced the tip of his cock at your core.

Taehyung hissed at the tightness of your pussy as he pushed himself inside slowly until he was buried to the hilt. Being the considerate lover that he was, he gave you some time to adjust to the invasion before moving his hips, leisurely at first, then speeding up as he increased the momentum. His name fell from your lips with every thrust, all your limbs wrapped around him to try to keep yourself anchored as he steadily fucked you to oblivion.

The friction of his cock moving back and forth against your walls caused a coil of pleasure to tighten inside your stomach. You barely remembered not to leave any marks on him so you focused on pressing the pads of your fingers on his back instead when the thin rope connecting you to your sanity snapped. Screaming his name as your orgasm burst through you, Taehyung's own grunts were registered somewhere in the back of your mind when your constricting walls sent him over his own high. Both of you moaned loudly as his hot cum filled you deep inside.

He braced himself on his elbows so he didn't crush you under his weight as pants replaced the moans that were filling your room before, trying to catch your breaths. When your breathing had slowed down to something that resembled normalcy, Taehyung pushed himself off of the bed, pulling you with him by the hand.

"Come on, let's get cleaned up so we could go to bed."

For the first time in a very long time, you didn't wake up alone in your bed. It surprised you at first when you opened your eyes to feel a warm presence behind you and look down to see an arm wrapped around your waist. Then you remembered that Taehyung spent the night with you, and it made you smile to yourself like a young schoolgirl all over again, before his cock, although flaccid, made you ache for him. So you shifted your hips back sneakily, grinning to yourself when you heard him moan against your ear as the movement roused him from sleep.

"Morning, y/n," he mumbled, his voice, which was even deeper than usual, sent more spikes of arousal down south. He buried his face into your neck, moaning softly before he addressed your ass grinding his cock which was at half-mast now. "Just what do you think you're doing, you naughty girl?"

"What do you think I'm doing?" you asked teasingly to match the rolling of your hips.

"Trying to get into trouble, that's what," he chortled, then sighed, tightening his hold around your middle so that it was difficult for you to continue arousing him. "Sorry my love, but I'm just too tired."

"Oh, okay," you said, pouting slightly. You'd wanted to make the most of this rare opportunity, but you understood his hectic work schedule that left him exhausted most of the time.

You weren't sure if Taehyung heard the disappointment in your reply or saw the pout, but he said, "Well, if you could get me hard and ride me, I wouldn't say no to that."

Heart slightly lightened at that, you twisted your body to give him a kiss before shimmying yourself down to level your face with the bulge that was growing more visible in his boxers. He got on his back to make it easier for you and lifted his hips to let you take his underwear off. It was still a little limp, but quickly hardened at the touch of your hand and within a few minutes of having your warm mouth sucking him off, he was fully erect.

Your name coming in moans from his mouth was extremely satisfying. To know that this beautiful man was falling apart because of you made your core drip with need. At first, he raked your hair gently with his fingers as you ran your tongue all over his length, softly guiding you to take his shaft in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down repeatedly. He let you continue for a while, savouring the sensations of your pink muscle rubbing the sensitive underside of the head in between swirling around it, lightly poking at the slit, until he decided that he was getting too close to the edge. His fingers curled into a fist to pull you off of him by your hair.

"Mmm, that was so good, baby. Too good," he cooed. "Can you ride me now?"

Nodding eagerly, you pushed yourself up to straddle his hips, stopping only to pull your panties off, leaving both of you naked. However, before you could lower yourself down onto him, he stilled you by placing his hands on your waist, then brushed the tips of his fingers against your skin, making a trail from your waist to your soaked pussy. You squealed when he started fingering you, making sure that you were wet enough to take him. The lewd sounds of his fingers pumping your pussy that was already sopping wet with anticipation made you close your eyes in a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment. Satisfied that there was enough lubrication, he shifted his hand back to your waist so you could sink down on his length.

Both of you groaned in pleasure when he filled you up completely. You didn't waste much time, bracing your hands on his chest to stabilise yourself as you impaled yourself on his cock over and over again. Loud groans and grunts punctuated by the sharp sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room, driving you and him towards your highs. Taehyung slid his hands up to your breasts which were swinging with every thrust to squeeze them, flicking his thumbs across the hardened nipples, making you arch your back in pleasure. Soon he could feel you tightening around him, a tell-tale sign that you were about to come, and sure enough, with a cry of his name, your insides started pulsating against his cock. He pumped into you from below rapidly to join you in your orgasm, his grunts and the warmth that suddenly hit your walls told you that he had released inside you.

He caught you before you could crumple onto him and flipped you to lie byhis side. After you caught your breath, you headed to the bathroom to pee and decided to take a shower right after. Taehyung decided to wait until you were done to get in to clean himself instead of joining you. You quickly dressed yourself in t-shirt and shorts, then headed out into the living room, the tinkling sounds of the water from the shower cut off when you closed the door behind you.

You almost got the shock of your life at the sight of Jungkook bustling around in the kitchen, making toast and coffee. You had assumed that he had spent the night elsewhere. Tossing a worried glance at your bedroom door, you tried to sound nonchalant as you said, "Good morning, Jungkook."

His back was to you so you couldn't see his expression when he said, "Morning," in return, but your nervousness didn't encourage you to be patient so you forged ahead, "When did you get in?"

"Last night."

"Really? What time?" You asked, sitting at the counter to watch him spread some blueberry jam on his toast.

"Around 12.30 maybe."

You bit your lip. Somehow you must have missed the sound of him entering the house, but most importantly, considering the thin walls and how loud you were being last night, Jungkook definitely heard the sounds of your lovemaking with Taehyung. Not only last night, but this morning as well. You wished a hole would open up in the floor and swallow you whole.

Then you reasoned; I'm a grown adult. Jungkook doesn't know who Taehyung is so to him we were just having consensual sex. There's nothing wrong with that at all, so why am I worrying? Although you told yourself that was the logical way to look at it, you couldn't help your heart thumping in your chest when Taehyung came out of your room, already fully dressed and carrying his bag, ready to leave.

"Oh? Who is this?" Taehyung stopped in his tracks when he saw Jungkook.

"Uhm, this is my new roommate, Jungkook," you made the introductions. "Jungkook, this is Taehyung." You dearly hoped that the younger boy wouldn't notice your failure at mentioning how Taehyung was related to you.

The two men shook hands before Taehyung placed his palm on your back, saying, "I have to go. I'll talk to you when I can." Nodding to Jungkook tensely, he quickly made his way out of the apartment without waiting for you to see him out.

Jungkook and you sat in silence for a while after that, him munching on his toast and you sipping on your coffee. Then he broke the awkward silence by asking, "So... is that your boyfriend?"

"Ah, yeah, well," you answered, throwing in a non-committal shrug to cover your lie.

He noticed your discomfort right away. "Hey, you're old enough to do whatever you want, don't feel bad about it." There was no easygoing humour in his words though, which confused you as to his feelings on the matter, so you decided to take him at face value.

"You sound... ahem," he cleared his throat awkwardly at his poor choice of words, "happy with him, but I think he should take you out more. You spend too much time by yourself at home." He wagged his index finger at your after doing his dishes, his usual playful self making a reappearance before he disappeared into his own room.

Ah, if only it was that simple.

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