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nakamura kazuha x le sserafim!reader (fluff)

WARNINGS ; scheming, possessiveness (non-toxic)

kazuha lived a hectic life, almost as hectic as her mind.

at age three, she decided to throw herself into a raging fire.

she had listened to one of her close friends (as close as children could get at that age, at least) rave about how fun their after-school activities were. how she felt like the spotlight was on her, and only her.

kazuha would never admit it, but she craved attention. she yearned to be seen and be recognized, to be watched and to amaze. her after-school activities (read: watching cartoons and drawing stick figures for her parents to interpret) left her with a restlessness, one that relayed onto her parents.

("kazuha! stop cutting holes into your blankets!")

nearly all her childhood memories consisted of school and ballet. it was a monotonous rinse and repeat. each day, she woke up with the dull sensation of aching and routine.

it was fun. it was exciting.

kazuha knew she was good. there was no doubt about it. she would get comments from other parents, praising her, and her mom and dad constantly walked around with their chins held high, knowing how well they're daughter performed.

she was a performer. an amazing one at that.

it didn't go unrecognized. as soon as she reached high school, she earned herself a hefty scholarship, attending one of the most rigorous ballet academies in the world.

kazuha had everything a ballerina could ever want to achieve, but somehow, a sudden emptiness started to consume her.

ballet was fun. kazuha knew what to do to get the spotlight. she knew how to catch the attention of the audience. it was a test, a rigorous evaluation of everything she knew in each class, in each recital.

it was a test, one which she had studied.

but nakamura kazuha wanted to perform.

she would've lied if she said she joined hybe purely out of ambition.

kazuha knew about kpop. she wasn't born in the last century. she, although not as diehard as her roommate, liked blackpink and bts. she knew their discography well enough to attend concerts, and her roommate usually blasted some random song from an idol group while washing the dishes.

(she refused to mention her secret twitter page that somehow shifted into a blackpink fan account.)

when she had gotten the email from hybe, kazuha was more than hesitant. she heard horror stories about the training, how foreigners were forced to speak a language they knew none of. kazuha was already accustomed to how rigorous ballet was, but she knew that the language barrier would be the final straw to making her break.

still, she couldn't do this forever. she couldn't die doing ballet, of feeling the dull ache of something missing.

"i don't know." kazuha sighed, gritting her teeth as she thought about that email again.

Dear Nakamura Kazuha...

("how did they find out my email address and my full name?!")

her roommate sighed. "i think you should."

"and leave everything behind?" kazuha shivered at the thought. change was fun as it was scary. "what if my parents say no?.

mina shook her head. "as if they would. they know how your brain works."

kazuha couldn't disagree with her. her parents were her number one supporters. if she decided to be a cashier at the nearest 7eleven, they would support her.

"besides," mina smirked. kazuha always became worried when her friend was smug. "i heard some of the izone members-"

l/n y/n.

"izone?"

kazuha hadn't known much about izone in all honesty.

all she knew was that miyawaki sakura, honda hitomi, and yabuki nako were in the group. she had heard their songs, and although she had always wanted to get into them, she never had the time.

but then there was you.

your minju-unnie said that it was okay that your family group disbanded. she said that it was an opportunity for growth and change, and despite her face full of tears, you tried your best to believe her.

packing your bags was the hardest thing you had to do. your roommates, wonyoung and yujin, were quiet and solemn. it was unlike the three of you. your unnies always heard shouting from your room, whether it was you and yujin arguing over the air conditioning, or wonyoung begging you to go shopping with her.

you were their maknaes.

now, you were no one's.

being a group of thirteen, someone was always left out, no matter how hard eunbi or sakura tried. sometimes, it was one of the two. other times, it was willingly hyewon, trying to avoid working.

sometimes, it was you.

everyone grouped up. yujin and wonyoung were going back to their company, starship. hitomi, sakura, and nako were getting ready to fly back to japan. yena and yuri talked to a bumbling and restless chaewon, crying into their arms. chaeyeon and hyewon were in the corner, worriedly watching eunbi as she scanned everyone's faces.

"y/n-ah."

you turned around, wiping the tears off your face.

"minju-unnie." you couldn't help but smile at the older girl.

minju was your rock.

she was a year older, and almost, if not more, confused than you about the whole idol thing. she was shy and insecure, always double-checking if things were done right.

but she was always there. minju always cared, even when she didn't have time to care.

she was the older sister you had always wanted (regardless of whatever chaewon and yena said during interviews and lives).

"give me a hug."

"okay."

you smiled, holding her tight. you could feel her tears dripping onto your shoulder, and her hand gripping your shirt.

minju was afraid, just like you were.

"i'm still your unnie after this, okay?" you didn't know if minju was trying to convince you or herself, but it didn't matter. "talk to me about anything."

you pulled back.

why did this feel like a goodbye? why did it feel like everyone knew this was a goodbye.

you didn't want them to leave. you didn't want them to forget you.

"unnie-"

"i'll be okay." minju could always read your mind somehow. "everything will be okay."

"okay." it'll be okay. everything will be okay. you'll still have your family members. "i trust you, unnie."

a week later, you, chaewon, minju, and sakura received an email.

everything will be okay.

being okay came in the form of nakamura kazuha.

you had seen her on that video call, talking in broken sentences with a cute accent. she read the paper in front of her, and you could visibly remember the light reflecting the hiragana pronunciation from the back.

a month later, she flew in.

nakamura kazuha was pretty.

a soft knock echoed through your room, the vinyl drowning it out after a few moments. the clock on your table read one am.

it could've been anyone of your group members at this point. maybe it was yunjin, dragging you out to go eat with one of her friends (despite it being past midnight). it could've been sakura, just wanting to sit next to you as she knitted. maybe it was eunchae too, claiming your room was colder despite her living in a different dorm complex. maybe it was chaewon...

you shook your head. chaewon wouldn't leave her room.

the door creaked open, puppy eyes staring back at you.

"hi."

kazuha.

you smiled. part of you was glad that minju never took the offer from hybe, otherwise she would pester you nonstop about your (extremely obvious) crush on the japanese ballerina.

you waved your hand, telling her to go inside. the younger girl beamed at you, a red tint dusting the apples of her cheeks.

"i got something!"

you raised an eyebrow, sitting up as you tried to peak at what she was holding.

"what is it?"

kazuha blinked, trying to calm herself down from bursting at the thought of spending time with you.

it didn't matter to her that you two had been friends for more than a year. being near you was enough to make her heart double in size.

"i, uh, i bought a lego set." she couldn't show that her confidence was wavering. "yunjin-unnie doesn't wanna do it with me."

you frowned.

you loved yunjin as much as the next person did, but you hated it when kazuha talked about her. the ballerina seemed to worship the ground that yunjin walked on.

the worst part was the fact you couldn't blame her. back in izone, there was a moment in time when you had done the same with one of your former members.

minju still teased you about your former crush.

the room went quiet, and kazuha could tell that you were caught in your head again. she always wondered if you thought about her when you were lost in your thoughts. maybe if she knew, she would find the courage to tell you her true feelings.

kazuha fiddled with the box, her voice suddenly a whisper.

"do you," kazuha blushed harder. "do you wanna do it with me?"

although you knew that kazuha most likely went to you after yunjin had said no, you couldn't help but agree. it didn't matter to you that you always seemed to be kazuha's second thought. all that mattered was that she thought of you.

you nodded, and the younger girl couldn't help but smile brightly.

("it'll be a good excuse for you to confess! maybe you'll even kiss her."

"unnie!")

you moved aside, letting kazuha sit across from you. she couldn't help but blush at the feeling of your covers. your room always seemed softer and brighter than hers, just like how you seemed prettier than everyone else.

kazuha sighed. maybe yunjin was right. maybe kazuha had fallen a bit too much in like and ended up in love.

she didn't mind though, not when you felt so familiar to the spotlight.

"these flowers are pretty." you looked closely at the orchids, humming as you traced the box with your finger.

mina had always mentioned how she was a sucker for pretty girls. she vividly remembers the two of them in their second-grade science class, kazuha tensing up whenever her teacher came near, or the time that one of her closest friends back in the academy complimented her physique, and she stiffened up so hard that she strained her neck.

when she first saw you during that video call, she was more calm than she expected. kazuha knew that she was gonna meet her celebrity crush, and the thought of you knowing she existed nearly made her brain short-circuit but she prepared. kazuha wasn't weak-willed.

and then she met you in real life.

somehow, she had forgotten how to speak at all.

("kazuha, right?"

"mmh!")

even after two years, she still struggled to form thoughts around you. it wasn't her fault that you were pretty.

kazuha cleared her throat, her face heating up as she realized how long she had stayed silent.

the two of you got to work quickly, the lull of the record playing. pieces of lego scattered your bedsheet, the two of you (mostly just you) struggling to figure out which piece went where.

"so..." you fiddled with a piece, one that you assumed to be the leaf. "you got these for yunjin-unnie?"

kazuha snapped out of her daze, too focused on completing the set in front of her. she always got too into these things.

"huh?"

"the flowers." you smiled, holding back an 'aw'. kazuha was too adorable for her own good. "you said yunjin-unnie didn't want to build them with you."

kazuha couldn't help but avoid your gaze.

she knew that you weren't exactly the best when it came to anything that required hand-eye coordination and focus. she also knew that she desperately wanted to spend time with you. you had been too busy meeting up with your former members and she had been missing you a bit too much.

she had seen the set while window-shopping.

they looked easy enough, one that wouldn't confuse you as much as the other ones, but hard enough to make sure it took more than one sitting.

it was a perfect excuse.

"oh, um," kazuha didn't know why it suddenly got so hot in your room. "no, i got them just because."

you glanced at her, watching as she toyed with the piece in her hand. you had no reason to doubt the younger girl, but you had to admit it was odd.

you couldn't complain, however. kazuha was here, and that's all you wanted.

the two of you continued, you looking over every so often. the scattered pieces seemed to never end, and despite the younger girl's dexterity, your lack of seemed to prolong the process more than it should've (just like she had hoped).

"this has a lot of parts." you muttered, feeling bad. "i think you picked the wrong person for this, zuha."

kazuha, like always, smiled at you as if she was smiling for the audience.

"i don't mind it taking long."

it was breathtaking.

"if you say so..."

you yawned, rubbing your eyes as you curled up against the futon.

you loved comebacks more than an idol should. it was fun to roam around, exploring the building of whatever showcase it was. being the only extrovert in le sserafim, you also made it your duty to help the others (and yourself) connect with whoever you seemed to cross paths with.

most days, you would already be outside, introducing sakura to whoever walked by.

not today. not when you were running on three hours of sleep.

"y/n-ah," sakura's voice echoed in your brain. "did you see my iron anywhere?"

"chaewon-unnie had it last." you yawned out.

sakura glared at her leader, watching as chaewon dug through her comically large bag. she needed to use it after the show. chaewon couldn't look like a mess in front of min anyone.

the leader stared you down, your peaceful body irritating her.

"snitch."

your mouth dropped open.

a couple years ago, back in izone, chaewon wouldn't dare insult you (although snitch was barely an insult). it didn't matter whether you barged into her room unannounced and left the door open, insulting you was off-limits.

as one of your unnie's once said, insulting you is equivalent to scolding a kitten who didn't know any better.

"i'm telling eunbi-unnie!" you whined, pouting.

chaewon laughed, pinching your cheek as if your threat meant nothing to her. you were basically her little sister after all. the worst thing that your 'mom' would do was scold her.

"like you told her about your crush on zuha?" chaewon snorted as she saw how red your cheeks had suddenly gotten. "how she's so pretty when she dances and how you wanna kiss her?"

you slapped her arm away, embarrassed. you should've known that eunbi had told chaewon (and probably the rest of the other girls) about your infatuation with the ballerina in your current group.

maybe that's why wonyoung gave you a thumbs up when she saw you and kazuha gathering drinks for the rest of your members.

"kkura-unnie!" you turned to the eldest, her figure hidden under a purple blanket. "chaewon-unnie being annoying again!"

you stared at the blob, waiting for it to utter a word. something that hopefully defended you from your child-like leader. sakura tended to take your side, anyway, except when-

you squinted, watching as the blanket shook up and down.

was she...

"stop laughing!" you groaned, throwing your head back.

you thought that somehow, especially since hong eunchae was in your group, chaewon and sakura would stop treating you like a maknae.

it seemed to be worse now, the two throwing jabs at your unrequited crush when the three of you were left alone.

"when are you gonna ask her out, y/n-ah?" sakura sat up, her voice drowning out the door opening. "you can't pine forever."

eunchae looked around, her eyes beaming with curiosity.

"ask who out?"

chaewon screamed as the youngest's voice echoed from behind, her eyes wide open as she jumped onto the couch. somehow, sakura followed with her, the sheer volume of the leader's voice frightening her.

"jesus, eunchae..." chaewon clutched her heart. "you scared me."

beside her, sakura's head hung low as she tried to catch her breath.

eunchae chose to ignore the two, glancing at you with shining wonder.

"who are you gonna ask out, unnie?"

she already knew who you were talking about. eunchae wasn't dumb. she saw the quiet glances and the bright smiles you and kazuha sent to each other. she knew that sakura saw it too.

but somehow, neither you nor your ballerina did.

you bit your tongue, debating whether or not to tell the younger girl in front of you.

you trusted eunchae. the young girl knew how to keep a secret unlike some people (yunjin and chaewon), but you also knew she had a tendency to meddle when the chance was given to her. it was why your junior, minji, and chaewon were so adamant about keeping her and her friend, haerin, away from each other.

you hummed, blurting out the second name that you could think of.

"minju-unnie."

"minju-sunbaenim?" eunchae shook her head. she didn't know you were this bad at lying. "as if chaewon-unnie would let that happen."

all eyes shifted to chaewon as her ears burned a firey red.

"yah!"

eunchae rolled her eyes, pouting as she ignored her leader's half-hearted scolding.

"so?" the youngest continued to press. "who is it?"

you shrugged, not knowing that the two of you were thinking about the same girl. "no one."

"but-"

the door opened, kazuha and yunjin entering the cramped room with a boxful of cheesecake.

chaewon frowned. she had told them to get real food. not dessert.

"what is that?" chaewon glared at the white reflecting the lights.

yunjin looked down, half confused and half serious. "it's a container...?"

with a deep breath, chaewon closed her eyes. she always wondered how eunbi managed to keep some sanity when choi yena, kang hyewon, and ahn yujin were all under her care.

part of her knew that if yunjin was added to that mix, eunbi would combust.

"but i ordered rice...?"

chaewon looked at the proud smile on her member's face. "it's made with flour, so it's close enough."

huh yunjin was gonna give her an aneurysm.

"have you told her yet?"

being ambushed while drying her hair wasn't exactly how kazuha wanted to spend her night.

in all honesty, she had mentally prepared herself to confess to you later today. from the moment her six alarms rang, she knew that she'd do it.

she didn't take into account how many people would stop by and say hi to you.

kazuha frowned. why did you know so many pretty people?

"no..."

yunjin frowned, pointing at her with the fork in her hand. "you said you'd do it today?"

kazuha loved the thrill of the spotlight. she loved showing the world that, not only was she talented, she was confident. she held herself with a poise that she knew many people could never compare to.

kazuha never crumbled under the presence of the spotlight.

why was it so different with you?

"told who what yet?"

kazuha spun around, her eyes wide. it had slipped her mind eunchae usually drank a caprisun around this time. something about her nightly routine...

(kazuha tried to pay attention, but eunchae talked fast, faster than she could translate in her head.)

"what?" yunjin laughed awkwardly, her mouth scrunching up. "told who what?"

leave it to yunjin to make things obvious.

"you're such a bad liar, unnie." eunchae rolled her eyes. "so, who is it zuha-unnie?"

kazuha swallowed air, her fingers nervously tapping on her side. if eunchae found out, there was no doubt that she'd tell you before kazuha herself could.

"no one."

the youngest sighed. everyone seemed to think she was five years old or something. they might as well have told her santa was real.

eunchae shook her head, plastering an unbothered smile on her face.

the maknae had decided a while ago to not get in between you and kazuha. she liked how the two of you acted like two stupid shoujo characters, dancing around their feelings. yes, it frustrated her, but at the very least, she found daily entertainment.

everyone had forced her hand.

"oh..." eunchae nodded. "you're just like y/n-unnie."

kazuha's head perked up almost instantly, like a dog when they smelt a treat nearby.

"what?" eunchae knew something about you? was it something she didn't know? "what about her?"

the youngest bit back a smirk.

"i heard that she was gonna ask someone out."

someone...

kazuha frowned.

someone?

did she know them? were they close to you? was it one of your former members? was that why you had been so busy visiting them instead of paying attention to her?

"who?" kazuha's mind couldn't stop racing as she named all the people you had visited in the past month.

eunchae chuckled, squeezing past her and grabbing a drink from the fridge. "i'm not telling!"

"what?" gears turned in kazuha's head, her frown deepening. "who?"

eunchae smiled. if she was right and kazuha thought like any lead in any of her favorite tv shows, planning a seed of anxiety would be enough for her to finally do something.

"she's probably teasing, zuha." yunjin's voice was laced with nervousness, never before seeing kazuha in such a state of panic.

"maybe..." the youngest sighed.

wow... she was a genius.

"so," the youngest stabbed her juice open, sipping as she acted innocently. "do you guys think minju-sunbaenim is pretty?"

the kitchen went silent.

"...what?"

yunjin's eyes widened. she never knew kazuha's voice could be so intimidating.

"minju-sunbaenim?"

minju? kim minju?

how was she supposed to compete against kim minju?

kazuha liked spending time with you.

she liked how easily she made you laugh, how your eyes seemed to brighten at every word she uttered. she took note of how your cheeks tinged red, and how you'd stare at her as if she was the focus of your attention.

your spotlight was on her.

she'd never tell you, but there was a reason why she had gotten so close to yunjin out of nowhere.

it was obvious how you liked jokes, stupid or not. you laughed at whatever was said, even if imaginary tomatoes were being hurled towards the other person.

huh yunjin always managed to make you laugh, and kazuha knew from the first day she met you that she wanted that as well. she wanted your eyes on her and only her.

("take it."

"a joke book, yunjin-unnie? i don't think..."

"it'll work. trust me.")

now, the spotlight was somewhere else. somewhere familiar... somewhere you were used to.

it was driving her insane.

kazuha looked up, watching as you struggled with the legos in your hand.

"do you like minju-sunbaenim?"

you paused, confusion suddenly appearing in your eyes.

"minju-unnie?"

kazuha, too filled with anxiousness and determination, thought nothing of it.

"do you like her?"

you blinked. kazuha had never been this blunt, nor this flat with you.

your searched your brain for an explanation, but none came to. "where'd this come from?"

kazuha frowned. that wasn't a no.

"eunchae said you did."

you laughed quietly, shaking your head as the girl in front of you sulked. gently, you put the last piece together, staring at the orchid head in your hand.

"don't listen to eunchae." you smiled, her eyes hardening as she took in your words. "she just heard i liked someone and-"

someone?

there was someone, just not kim minju.

kazuha nodded internally. she could compete with someone. in fact, she was sure she would win. as long as it wasn't another person like minju (god forbid it was hyewon), she'd be fine.

hell, she'd fight lee chaeyeon for you.

"who?"

"who?" you blushed under the dim light of your lamp, the thought of confessing to kazuha outright flustering you. "someone..."

the ballerina clenched her jaw. she didn't understand why you wouldn't tell her.

she was greedy. she had always been. kazuha needed to learn to share the spotlight, but she had always struggled with it. she needed to learn to accept that not everything came to her the way she wanted it to, no matter how hard she tried.

"i think we did it!" you smiled, clicking the last piece of the set together. "i'm so glad that's over with-"

she wasn't gonna share you.

kazuha crawled over, not caring that her knee had crushed the bottom of the pot that the two of you worked so hard on.

"kazuha!"

your eyes widened in horror as it shattered under her weight. it took you two hours of work, and so much patience that you felt like you had transcended time at certain points.

kazuha didn't care.

she craved the spotlight. she craved you.

her hand rested on the side of your neck, pulling you into a kiss she had so desperately dreamt of each night.

you barely registered what was going on, your brain hopping from grieve to confusion to flustered in less than a second. her mouth was on yours. kazuha was kissing you.

humming, your eyes screwed shut as you focused all your attention on her. you could taste the faint layer of chapstick on her lips, the one that you had always wondered what tasted like.

sweet. you smiled. like her perfume.

you pulled back awkwardly, watching as she semi-hovered over you, and struggled to maintain her position.

"focus on me instead." she ignored the sharp pieces digging themselves into her knee. "like me instead, unnie."

you looked into her dark irises, her breathing heavy as they searched yours. you couldn't believe how out of nowhere kazuha had been. you had known her long enough to know how she kept her thoughts to herself, rarely speaking out unless something had happened.

you paused.

oh.

"eunchae, you sneaky little..." you shook your head, deciding to scold the youngest another time. now, your focus was kazuha.

her eyes never wavered away from yours, almost as if she was silently pleading for confirmation.

with a smile, you chuckled. "you're the someone, kazuha."

kazuha's face went blank, shifting to her knees.

"huh?" her face heat up. she had never been more embarrassed in her life. "but eunchae said..."

you gave her a pointed look.

"exactly."

kazuha clenched her eyes as she sat back to the opposite of you. how did a fifteen-year-old manage to out-smart her.

i got played.

"so..." kazuha sat cross-legged, glancing sadly at the broken figure in front of her. "i broke our flowers for nothing?"

you couldn't help but let out a laugh, watching as the girl across from you reminisced about the state of the lego set a few minutes ago.

"it's okay." you hummed, picking up the pieces. "it just means more time together."

kazuha hummed happily, going back to work to fix the vase. the more time she spent with you, the better.

together...

that was another conversation for another day.

eunchae stared at the fake flowers on the living room table, smiling as her scheming had worked perfectly.

she was glad that you two were finally dating, even if that meant you and kazuha (poorly) snuck around the dorms.

it was also a plus that she got treats for not telling chaewon about anything (not like she was going to).

"do you know orchids mean love?" sakura said, glancing at her phone.

"love?" chaewon laughed. you were too young to know what love was. "y/nnie didn't even have her first kiss yet."

yunjin's eyes bulged out, not sure if she was hearing wrong. "she didn't tell you?"

"unnie."

"oops."

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IZ Days of Christmas : Day 8 and 9 - Yabuki Nako and Honda Hitomi

IZ*ONE's Yabuki Nako x Honda Hitomi x Male Reader Smut

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Categories: teaching sex, blowjob, thighjob, riding, face-sitting, cumswap, size kink, masturbation, truth-or-dare gone sexual

Now you know why I didn't post for Nako's day.

For a special someone who requested a HiiNako threesome, and I quote, "NAOW" (it's @kaedespicelatte if that weren't clear)

You're leaping across lands as if you were walking on clouds. That's a pretty close thing to what you are doing; the wisy blue cotton wafts around you like snow. Touch them for a moment, giggling with genuine happiness, before leaping up another step. You're only going upwards from here, only towards the destination of perfection.

The whole place is flawless. Small islands are individual homes for dreamers like you. The sky never pours unless you want it to. Everything in this world can be controlled with just a word from you. But you were told that there are bigger things up ahead, in that bright golden cloud, where a castle sits grandly and a woman leans down to give you an inviting smile—

"Hey, heeeey! "

Two thin fingers snap you awake from the world you created for when the boredom takes you. You go to it quite often—during lectures, lonely nights when sleep just refuses to visit you, and road trips to nowhere. You've unknowingly dozed off to your wonderland again in the campus quadrangle, right where you're supposed to be wide awake. It's already thirty minutes past your mathematics class; you're the only one in the quadrangle.

Well, not the only one. Blink twice, then thrice for good measure. Turn your head away from the streaming sunlight and force a reintroduction to reality. Here, on Earth, there are no happy utopian cities floating in midair, easily accessible through a few measured jumps. There aren't any bright clouds in arm's reach to navigate through the various world. Here, it's just... your university. It's an extremely boring place that only pique your appreciation with their well-kept gardens and satisfactory air-conditioning.

There's no air-conditioning out here in the quadrangle though. Nor is there a smile on Honda Hitomi's cute face. What a pity. What an utter waste.

"Hey there yourself, Hiichan," say brightly, as if you weren't just caught cutting classes. Cutting classes... but isn't—oh right! It's two in the afternoon, and you just sat through majority of your class in the quadrangle. It was an accident, you swear, but your strict little Japanese friend won't agree with you on that sometimes. "How you doing?"

"Not fine," she says grumpily, "because I was called to drag a certain boy who was lounging outside of the classroom he's supposed to be attending a lecture in."

Huh?

Direct your gaze to the left. Through the rectangular window of the wide room, all of your classmates and one unamused teacher stare at you. They exchange glances of disbelief, accompanied with words that consist of nothing but spicy gossip.

Your face burns. Now that's a situation you can't joke yourself out of. Why did you have to cut Bae Yoonjung's class out of all the classes you could have skipped? Life in the real world remains just as troublesome as your last return here.

"Miss Bae says you either get your ass inside," Hitomi continues, hands set on her hips, "and answer all the questions we're going over, or you get a failing grade."

A failing grade? "What? No, I'm not flunking her class!" you say. Flustered emotions burst and take your formerly-relaxed body from the comfort of the quadrangle bench. They bring your hands into the air, make your eyes seal a firm glare into Hitomi's tired ones. "Have you seen what her students look like after a remedial? They look like they came back from fucking World War Two or something!"

"Then get inside," says Hitomi. She's gathering the last of her patience now to give you a comforting smile. Give her props for trying to deal with you; you can barely do it yourself. "Believe me, I'm just as humiliated as you are."

"I can't get in because I can't do math, Hitomi!"

"Then get Hyewon to help you out, for fuck's sake, if she's not wrapped up trying to answer them herself. Come on, Haram. Get in."

Hyewon? Oh, come on, you aren't asking her for help! She barely talks to anyone except when she's answering in recitations. She may be pretty, but she has that kind of prettiness that makes her unapproachable. You're intimidated by her, and sometimes you feel a little guilty for it; she hasn't been unkind to anyone or bullied people to clean up dorms. She's just... scary. Scary because she simply exists.

Why do you always have to be scared of pretty girls? You're in college already and your fear of them still hasn't ceased.

But you have no choice. Get up on heavy feet and trudge the walk of shame to Bae's classroom. You're sure you look like a complete idiot. Anyone who has an IQ above room temperature knows that the number one rule of skipping classes means that you can't make yourself seen. You're supposed to hide in the dorms and make up an excuse letter, not sit outside of the classroom you're supposed to be in with the oblivion of a mouse. You can already spot Eunbi giggling at you. Throw her a glare, and she reciprocates, an eye for an eye. High school habits die hard.

"Welcome to class, mister Jo," says your professor, wearing the fakest of smiles. It's that signature Bae Yoonjung smile, a smile that any campus troublemaker knows. It spells out four clear words: You're in deep shit.

From far away in the classroom, your sister Yuri cringes. She's the better student out of the two of you: most well-behaved, most diligent, most high grades. It's been going on ever since she was in kindergarten. But you... it's like you were born into the Jo family to make an imbalance in the matrix of the inherited intelligence and discipline your parents and sibling are known for.

"Good afternoon, professor Bae," you say quietly. At least you're still polite.

"How was the little sit-down you had outside?"

"Quite good. I mean—I mean—uh..."

Politeness fails you. It's too late. Laughter scatters then takes the classroom by full force. Professor Bae isn't as pleased as they are, though. Not at all, not in the slightest.

"Silence, class," she barks. Immediately, the noise dies as if it were a fire extinguished by icy water. You're amazed sometimes at the power the professor has gathered over her years of teaching, which are considerably shorter compared to the other teachers.

"Now, mister Jo, there are strict rules on tardy here in this school. If a student is caught cutting classes or coming in five to ten minutes late, they're given a punishment. Are you aware of these rules?"

Nod. You read the student handbook a couple of times. It's the only book you've ever finished. In your defense, it has pictures. It's easier to visualize the message when there's pictures. You discovered that when your English professor made you read fucking Shakespeare and provide an explanation to three plays slash sonnets slash headache-inducing rhymes.

"I've given you enough time to dilly-dally by yourself," continues your unrelenting professor, "but it's mandatory that you learn the consequences of your own actions." Her hand knocks the whiteboard. "What is the value of x in x squared in the equation of x squared plus six equals zero?"

Stupid flowery math words and their stupid complicated meanings. You can never get a grasp of them.

"Um... b?" you say.

The whole class erupts into a chorus of snickers. Everyone is laughing at you now. All of their eyes are on you in half-crescents as your unintentional comedian flare takes them by storm. Chaeyeon is cackling with glee. She's the class comedian, but even she can't fashion a joke as ridiculous as that. Yujin's smiling dimples have never been more visible. Even your sister, once embarrassed that you were shaming the family name again, is laughing along with them. The whole world's laughingstock is you.

Just everyday things, you guess.

Look around. Well, not the whole world, maybe, for in the corner of the room on the farthest right-hand side of the first row, two wide eyes gaze at you with sympathy.

It's a small girl whose name you don't know, but face you are quite familiar with. She's usually seen giggling around her friends, but you've never talked to her. Not yet, at least.

Funny how just one person makes a whole difference. If she had laughed along with them, you'd be devastated. Crushed. Over. But she had chosen to look at you kindly, mouthing some soft words to you of reassurance. You feel like you owe everything to her: your sanity, your dignity, your battered pride.

If only you knew her name.

Needless to say, the rest of the class sucked. You were scolded plentily enough, and the humiliation from not getting any of the questions correct still makes you want to roll up into a ball and hide somewhere. Yuri would surely call your mother again and give an exaggerated retelling of how her brother—her pathetic, underachiever good-for-nothing brother—got into trouble again. You'd be the talk of the campus, too, and to be honest, you couldn't blame them. If one were going to cut classes, they could at least do it properly. That was the unspoken rule of troublemaking for dummies.

How do you always get into this kind of mess? Wonder over that as your hands clasp your phone, with your form now lounging atop your level of the bunk bed in the dorms. At least you're safe here. If you manage to fuck up again, nobody would see but your roommate. But she's already had a good show from earlier; she's Kwon fucking Eunbi, the girl you always somehow get into the same class with and bump into in the lockers. The world just strings your threads together without prior knowledge that you both have the scissors to snip the knots away. You're honestly getting a little sick of it.

"Haram, it's your turn to do the laundry," she reminds you. She says it without looking up from the book she is reading under your mattress, using the flickering lightbulb for proper vision. Neither you or Eunbi have the money or the guts to replace the bulb, so it remains as it is: shutting and flickering on like it belongs to the set of a low-budget horror movie.

"I'm not doing shit," reply seamlessly. Your eyes are focused onto the incoming messages of your KakaoTalk app. Everyone's forwarding various texts of group chats making fun of you. Whole group chats throwing tomatoes at a poor semi-senior. Fucking pathetic.

You can't say it wasn't unexpected, though. What were you doing out in the quadrangle? Had you lost yourself in such a daydream you forgot about everything?

Yes.

You possess a chronic tendency to daydream. You like worldbuilding, but never had the penmanship nor writing skills to plot it all down. You like visualizing better worlds—worlds where everything is pleasing to the eye, nothing out of place nor out of line—but were never the artist to illustrate them. Any potential you have in something, all rooted in daydreaming, is always ruined by another unavoidable trait you have. It fucking sucks sometimes, how you're always at a dead end once you think you've got the hang of it all.

"Come on, Haram," says Eunbi. She's tired, too. Finals are taking a toll on her emotions. She throws the book aside and punches you in the shin. "I'm not your housewife, and you aren't getting one either if you can't wash up for once."

"Yeah, well, it would help if the stuff I had to wash didn't have your cumstained panties, Eunbi." Continue to scroll and mark several messages read, although you never really went through several of them. "Seriously, how big are the guys going down on you for your undies to have cum everyday? What macho gymbro are you sleeping with?"

"Your mom," she spits.

"Oh yeah, real mature, Eunbi. Want a medal for that? A trophy?"

"Says the guy who can't even skip classes properly. Who the fuck hangs out—"

" I know. God, I've heard that so many times today. Please give me a break."

They're the same rehashed words entering and exiting your nearly-deaf ears. It's tiring you out, these looped arguments with Eunbi. She may be undeniably pretty, but she fucks so many guys on a daily basis that you'd wake up with the false alarm of an earthquake, only for it to be a cacophony of whimpers and moans over a creaking bed frame. Sometimes she'd call the guys she fucked daddy, more than often she'd be the one being called titles. And sometimes—only sometimes—you secretly get off to it. But after that, when you're sticky with your own ejaculation, the irritation sets back in.

Add all that to the equation of the same hurtful words aimed at you all day and flashbacks of the humiliation you endured in a martyr-like fashion back in Bae Yoonjung's class. Now who's the one who can't solve math?

"Let's make a deal," Eunbi proposes. She's punching you in the shin again to catch your attention. This time, her fist purges so much strength into its tiny knuckles that it does make your head jerk up in surprise. You look back into the pretty face of Kwon Eunbi with a "what now?" expression.

"And what might that be?" you ask uninterestedly.

Eunbi sets her arms onto the soft landscape of your mattress. Her eyes level with your impatient stare. "You do the laundry tonight, and I'll ask Yabuki Nako to invite you to her mini slumber party."

"Who's Yabuki Nako?"

"The girl who kept defending you from everyone. Seriously, do you ever notice what's going on?"

"I—I don't—" Stutter out mangled words, but the pieces are coming together for you to form any more. Yabuki Nako... could she be that girl from earlier who didn't laugh when everyone else was? That girl with the freshly-dyed blonde hair and cute eyes?

Yeah, it must be her. It can't be anyone but her, to be honest. The only one who'd defend you even when your back is turned is the one who doesn't laugh at you even when you see them. You're pretty sure that Nako is the girl you saw earlier, the girl whose name you wanted to know.

You barely know her. She's a small cheerful girl, but she doesn't usually interact with you. Sometimes she'd send long, lingering stares your way, but that's about it. Why would Eunbi make her your prize in this deal?

Eunbi grins. "You remember her now?" she asks.

"A little, yeah."

"Good. Don't you want to have some fun with her tonight?" Eunbi trails teasing fingers along your thigh. "Probably some bang-bang action? Huh?"

You move away from her hand. Eunbi's been acting sluttier these days, and you have no idea what to make of it. "What the fuck, Eun? I barely know the girl!"

"Well, you're about to find out more about her," she says with the proudest grin known to man. Eunbi flips her phone up out of nowhere and shoves an image of her and Hitomi in your face. They're both wearing cute pajamas, hair done into various curls and braids, obviously having a good time. God, you wish that were you. Well, not in that way, of course, but—

"Their sleepover just started," Eunbi explains. "She sent me a few pics. There's little laundry to be done. But the question is.... are you willing to exchange fifteen minutes doing chores for a night of potential sex?"

You didn't know Hitomi was sleeping over at Nako's dorm. Then you remember that Hitomi doesn't have a roommate; it can be pretty lonely at times. Maybe she invited Nako over for a good night of girly fun.

Your mind toys with the thought longer than you expected. But in the end, you give in. You aren't thinking of lewd stuff with them like Eunbi is suggesting you are. You just want to visit them—Hitomi, your best friend, and Nako, the girl who seemingly defended your name while everyone was dragging it through the mud. You owe the two of them a lot. What can go wrong?

Hiijjang❤ | 6:59 PM: what the fuck did you just do

You | 6:59 PM: huh

Hiijang❤ | 7:00 PM: you asked Nako to be included in our slumber party!!

what was that all about?

😑

You | 7:00 PM: i didnt do anything

eunbi wanted me to do the laundry

and said that shed ask nako to invite me if i did

Hiijjang❤ | 7:01 PM: perv

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

You | 7:02 PM: hey its not about that

i had a bad day

and eunbis getting on my nerves right now.

i need a getaway

Hiijjang❤ | 7:04 PM: sure you do

but fine

i respect the efforts you make just to fuck nako

You | 7:04 PM: why does everyone keep saying that?

Your messages with Hitomi are wild. Screenshots, memes, and insults... it's an archive of your youth. You've been friends with her since high school, so they all date back to that time you crushed on Shitao Miu in tenth grade and the chaotic field trip your inexperienced gym teacher had to lead. They link to events that make up major historic occurences in your life. When you read back at them, you cringe sometimes, but there remains a smile on your face; you and Hitomi were so young and happy.

You're both in college now. You wonder what to make of it all. You aren't kids anymore, but you still play around with her as if time weren't a thing. In the world you like to create, it isn't; it's a social construct, used to profit off things like work and... all that economic stuff you never bothered to listen to in third year. You wonder if that's also true for the real world.

Probably, but the problem at hand is that you're running late to the slumber party. You finished the laundry early, yet you spent all your time deciding what to wear. Should you go steal Eunbi's bunny onesie and look cute like Nako and Hitomi? Or just wear whatever you like? You could not decide for the life of you. You decided to just wear your normal pajamas though. It's a slumber party, for Pete's sake, what else are you supposed to wear?

You look a little stupid as you walk out of the dorms in it. Thank God for the lights-out-at-seven rule! No one can lay their eyes on your embarrassing pajamas this way. But you'll have to make it quick; there's a long night ahead of you, and a long swindling staircase to go through. Curse your college for not having good engineers or architectures when they constructed this place. That's another reason why you hate this place and its horrid teachers and staff generals with a burning passion.

It takes you less than a minute to get to Hitomi's dorm, but only because you're rushing. You have to at least have the sense to show up early to a party you asked to be in. No carousel can give you the dizzying sensation the twirling staircases give you. You almost throw up by the time you get to the AKB48 building.

Give brash knocks on the first door to the right. You can hear giggles from the inside. They must be having a lot of fun. You have to knock louder for the laughing to die out and for a hand to unscrew the door knob.

"Oh, didn't think you'd make it!"

Hitomi grins up at you, wearing a pair of brown checkered pajamas and a ponytail. Seems like her high school sleepclothes still fit her; they hang around her tiny body like a curtain.

"I didn't think so either," you reply with a smile of your own. "Gonna let me in?"

She pushes you square in the chest. "Perv." But she lets you in anyway.

Hitomi's room is usually tidy and empty, occupied by no one other than her. But now, a makeshift blanket tent stands, hanging from her bed. A few soju bottles are out. Bracelets and necklaces created from bands and beads scatter on the floor.

And... there she is.

Nako waves at you timidly. Now that she's standing in front of you, you realize that she's smaller than you thought. She's barely a few centimeters above five feet. You don't mention that to her, though. You already owe Nako a lot of appreciation for having your back.

"Hey," you say awkwardly.

She giggles. "Hi. I'm—"

"Yabuki Nako, right?" Take her small hand and shake it firmly. "Thanks for defending me after my screw-up earlier."

Nako laughs again. Her pigtails swing in the air as she does, and her head lowers just enough for you to see the cute rabbit ear headband seated atop her hair. "It's no problem, really," she says humbly. "Everyone has 'that' embarrassing moment sometimes. Speaking from experience, by the way."

"Yeah," you say, shifting from foot to foot. After that, Nako says nothing, and you reply with nothing either. There isn't much to talk about, but the redness in both of your cheeks and in Nako's small, round face show flustered emotions.

"Ooookay." Hitomi cuts into the silence and breaks the ice. "It's getting late, you two. Want to get this party started?"

Take a look at the soju and nod immediately. You're in for a wild night.

You never thought you would have so much fun at a traditional girls' sleepover. It's much better than being with guys, but you'll only admit that to yourself. Through the course of an hour or so, you learned to make loomband bracelets and name all the characters in the Legally Blonde movie. You baked cookies and feasted over them, although majority are burned pretty badly. Not your fault; they should've left you to do the taste testing.

You've learned a lot about Nako tonight than you did the whole school year. She's only shy when she first meets someone, but when she eases up, she's hilarious. Her laugh is infectious, and one of her cute little habits is to jump around when she gets happy. Everytime she does her little leap, you fall in love with her even more. Sometimes Hitomi throws the two of you suspicious looks, but they're surreptitious enough for you to be able to ignore them.

But now, suspense increases in the dorm room. There's no friendships nor biases here. In this game, all the likings you've taken to Nako and Hitomi are deemed invalid. What matters the most is winning this. You have to play your cards right.

The top of the deck shows a yellow seven card, dropped by Hitomi. She wields at least fourteen cards, courtesy of the repeated plus four attacks you and Nako have administrated. Nako holds one card, just like you.

A proud smile on her face, Nako slaps a red seven card. In turn, you unleash your last card, which just so happens to be a red, too. You and Nako have just won the game.

"God-fuckin-dammit!" Hitomi frustratedly throws her UNO cards into the deck. It creates a flurry of rainbows and numbers on the floor. She has lost yet another game, much to you and Nako's satisfaction. You've won three games and Nako has won her fair share. Hitomi, however, is on a fine losing streak tonight.

"You're gonna clean that up, Tomi-ya," Nako tells her, pointing to the messy cards with a smug grin on her face. God, she's so cute when she smiles. It's like having a crush all over again.

Well, not like, because you're sure you developed a crush on Nako already. It's the real thing now. But who can blame you? Nako is a walking ball of sunshine. She could be the sun itself if the sun weren't the biggest star in the planet, but weirdly, you still prefer her.

"I swear, it's like you guys're teaming up on me," states an upset Hitomi. "What sort of black magic are you doing here, Haram, because who the fuck loses seven games in a row?"

"You, clearly," you and Nako say in unison. Great minds think alike, or whatever Aristotle said. Or did you get it wrong and he's the guy who said the thing about respecting?

Nako's eyes are wide with excitement as she looks at you. Meanwhile, you're too caught up on trying to say the word first.

"Jinx—" you shout.

Nako says it, too: "—jinx!—"

" Double jinx! "

"Ahhh, come on." Now it's Nako's turn to be upset. She downs a few drops of soju, the punishment you guys set for the little jinx game you have going on. Simple and cliché as it is, you like playing it. So, when you're pretty sure Nako's gonna say the same thing, you butt in at the same time. That's where it all started.

"Looks like I'm thirdwheeling, too," Hitomi says, rolling her eyes. "Might as well throw me out, you know? Call me a dirty single bitch?"

"We're not a thing!" Nako contradicts. She looks at you for backup, but you only offer a nod of partial agreement. "We just met, Hiichan!"

"You know what they say~" Hitomi pokes Nako at her taut belly. "Love at first sight exists, Nako-san."

"Don't m-make this weird! Owww!"

Sudden, Nako and Hitomi are having a pillow fight. Hitomi whacks Nako in the hip with a car pillow and Nako hits her on her cheek with a Mickey Mouse plushie. You make no move to stop them. Rather than that, you join in.

The first hit you deliver is done with a blanket.

Then, it's two against one. Hitomi and Nako are surprised at your audacity. They forget about their 1v1 pillow fight and start attacking you. Soft plush hits your body over and over. You yell out loudly, scampering away like a rabbit, but they catch up to you. The two girls are small, but surprisingly nimble.

"Take that!"—

—Hitomi hits you in the head, ignoring your loud cry—

—"and that!" Nako nearly lifts the top of your pajamas with how strong she hits your stomach—

—" and these! "

The two high-pitched voices unite. And so do their pillows going down on your helpless body.

Whack after whack after whack. Everywhere you turn, there's a pillow blocking your way. They've cornered you and made you their personal punching-bag in the art of pillow fighting. Is it fun? Is it rather humiliating? You have no idea what to think, but you're laughing, so it must be good.

"Alright, alright!" Hold your arms up in defeat. "You made your point!"

"Good!" harrumphs Nako. She flashes you an adorable pout. "Let's calm down."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah!"

You all laugh at how ridiculous that exchange sounds. So immature, so childish... college students were truly just overgrown kids.

Look at Nako's small frame. Maybe not all.

"So, oppa."

That's weird. Hitomi never calls you oppa. You're barely older than her anyway, and too close with her for there to be any formalities between the two of you. So you're a little stunned when you look up from the game and see her completely innocent smile.

She and Nako are huddled close. Their heads lean into the other as they flash you pretty smiles. Hitomi's fluffly cheek presses against Nako's round one. They're a pretty combination, to be honest. They're the two cutest girls you've ever seen.

"Yeah?" you ask. There's an edge to your voice you don't know the origins of. But inside, you feel that something is about to happen. Something... big? You just have no idea how to deal with it.

"Want to play truth or dare?" asks Nako, taking her turn in speaking. It's like they rehearsed this beforehand or something.

Shrug. It's only nearly ten; there's a lot of time to toy with. A classic game of truth-or-dare won't hurt. "Sure, why not?"

"Okay. Truth or dare?"

"Truth, I guess."

Nako and Hitomi giggle wildly. They sound like a flock of foxes when they laugh together. It's pretty cute.

"Have you ever... had sex before?" Nako's pigtails catch your attention as she sets her chin on her knee, right above her intertwined fingers with Hitomi. Glance again at their hands together and their over-display of affection. There's Hitomi's arm twirled around Nako's wide hips, and Nako's hand caressing Hitomi's hair. You still don't know what to conclude from that.

The question doesn't catch you off guard. When around friends, you're asked that all the time, especially in high school. "Once," you confess.

Hitomi gasps girlishly. "Who did you do it with?"

"Hey, my turn is done!" You aren't about to reveal the girl you had your first time with to them. It ended pretty badly, and besides, it's private business. "It's your turn already."

"Hmph, fine!" Hitomi feigns reluctance as she gazes at Nako. "Nako-san, I want to do a dare!"

"Okay! I dare you to show oppa"—Nako leans over to give Hitomi a barely-contained whisper—"that you can suck his cock better than the last girl he fucked."

Well, that quickly took a sexual turn. Once again, you are struck by surprise. What the hell is she making your best friend do? Why is this girl, whom you never came across before nor talked to much, suddenly becoming so bold?

Well, Hitomi's cheeks do look good for when—

No, you can't think—

Yes, you can—

Hitomi is the bigger daredevil between the two of you. She doesn't hesitate to topple you over so you land on the mattress, and pull down your shorts. You watch on, stunned, as Hitomi rubs your shaft repeatedly with seemingly experienced hands. Heat quickly accumulates and forms your erection. A success!

"Ooh, do it, Hiichan!" Nako cheers on. Already, her fingers find their way between her legs. If this were a movie, she'd binge it all the way.

Similarly, your hand takes hold of Hitomi's ponytail and pushes her down before she's even ready. And you're thinking about what kind of mess you've gotten yourself into now, and if you'll regret it.

You're still unsure of the answer, but it's hard to think that there will be any regrets when your cock pokes Hitomi's soft cheek. Oh, how you'd love to glaze the insides of it with your cum. How good it would feel.

Hitomi makes sure to show you. While Nako rubs the wet spot on the Japanese girl's panties and her own, Hitomi bobs her head with amazing finesse. Her lips latch around your base and effortlessly drag themselves up to your tip, pleasuring the veins that stick out. It doesn't help at all how strong the suction of her lips are. Oh, it doesn't help one bit.

"You okay, Hiichan~?" Nako asks sweetly.

"Yerghh, I ermm!" Hitomi answers through a muffled mouth. She's more than okay, she's in bliss. Or rather, you are. You were once overwhelmed with doubt and hesitation. Now, the only thing taking over you is the sheer pleasure.

Your bottoms are pulled down to your thighs. Hitomi's head and hands are all over your crotch. She plays with your balls and lets her lips kiss your pubic patch area when she goes down. She massages your thighs with expert hands, loosening the tense muscles but still making sure that your cock is tense and rock hard in her mouth.

"Okay, let me just rub your little clit a bit more~" Nako swipes over the visible damp spot on Hitomi's pajamas, quickly finding her button. "So you can... hnghh, suck oppa off better, is that okay~?"

Hitomi squeals into your cock; Nako's rubbing her sensitive nub too well. She moves her fingers fast and briskly, providing pleasure to her core that matches the one she's giving to you. Her hands grab onto your thighs again to get a hold of herself. But your hand already grabs more of her ponytail and yanks it to the back, causing your cock to now hit the back of her throat and slide down its tight entrance.

"Ohh, fffuck." The F-bomb drops with stress. Hitomi's gag reflex awakens and makes the experience much more fulfilling. You never thought that you'd be fucking your girl best friend's throat. The thought has not once touched on your mind, but here you are, doing exactly that. The world is funny sometimes.

"Hnghhh..." Hitomi whimpers quietly. She laps her tongue upwards to rub slick saliva on the underside of your shaft. You can feel the sharp breaths she takes through her nose to keep some air in her lungs on your skin. Yeah, she definitely did this before. Nako has probably not done it yet. The hands clumsily groping Hitomi's crotch and her eyes stretched wide in surprise at what's happening are all indicative of that. But that's not a problem that can't be solved by teaching.

She's enthusiastic, though. She's excited as she watches Hitomi take your cock so well. Slow thrusts fire into the taller Japanese girl's lips, sometimes having your tip rub the roof of her mouth rather than meet the tight tunnel up ahead. You're trying to remind yourself not to get too carried away. Hitomi is still your best friend, and you can't hurt her too much, not even when she and Nako begin to finger each other's delicate pussies.

Not even when their pace in their mutual masturbation increases.

Not when their combined moans sound like something straight out of an R-rated anime.

Not when—

"Ohhh, ohhh, Hiichan! " Nako moans out. See the clamp of her puffy pussy lips on Hitomi's three digits and your thrusts gain strength. "You—you—you finger me so well! It's too good!"

Hitomi's tearful eyes start to lose the shared contact they have with your lust-dazed pupils. She looked cute as she gazed up at you, like an innocent girl who's only learned from books to do this, but she's past all that pretense. She's past all that fake good-girlness. She can't hold up that front anymore. Nako's fingers diligently pumping her make sure of that. The girl's beautiful moans work her up more than she'd like to admit.

Whining a little, Hitomi bobs her head stronger. Your sounds of pleasure mirror each other. Your groans are deeper, though, while Hitomi's are more high-pitched. They come from different origins as well. She's moaning like that because Nako's fingers dig into her pussy as if its purpose was to seek out her G-spot. Seems like Nako found it; the dance of Hitomi's hips go crazy. Your moans come from the ones she lets out, and the more-than-satisfactory closeness of her narrow throat.

She lets out the screams she is forced to muffle in the form of a full-blown blowjob. She doesn't have the time or patience to induce any more foreplay. She fucks your cock into her throat and lets saliva freely coat it with lubrication. Her whines reach maximum volume, both due to the difficulty it takes to force your size down her throat and the most obvious factor: Nako's continuous pleasuring of her core.

They masturbate each other. Squelching sounds increase, just like the speed of the swiftly entering fingers. Now, the sweet chorus of their moans sound straight out of a JAV, rather than a simple anime. It's too lewd, although their expressions are so wonderfully animated. And soon, you've risen to your feet to put all the force in fucking Hitomi's cute face. Nako scrambles into a better sitting position to be able to continue fucking Hitomi's vagina. She's playing with her nipples above her white top, eyes closed as she mutters incoherent words.

Hitomi's eyes are as large as those of a prowling cat catching sight of its prey—

Nako's screams are unusually high—

Your cock barely slips out of Hitomi's mouth except to fuck the rest of it in—

A natural disaster it was, yet it's man-made. Nako's legs tense when her climax takes her. Hitomi's is messier, but yours is probably the least tidy. Though Hitomi's cheeks become fuller with your cum, some still inevitably slide down her chin. There's no stopping though until you've fucked every drop of your cum into her mouth. And you mean every drop.

"Ohh—ohhh, Hiichan! Your fingers—I can't—!"

"Nako-san! Oppa!"

It's done. Pull out and fall back into the mattress. Hitomi's mouth is a fountain of cum. There's a puddle on the floor from her orgasm. But what makes a bigger mess is the fluid you've excreted in her mouth.

They both sit across you innocently. For a while, the mood of the whole room is sweet and youthful. But then, Nako gets an idea to ruin it all.

She looks at Hitomi. "Let me help," she offers timidly. One look between them and Hitomi understands what exactly she's offering to help her out with. You're the one left behind in not understanding it, but it all makes sense when Nako's lips connect with Hitomi's mouth.

You're stunned; Hitomi spits the rest of your cum down Nako's mouth, and the girl gladly accepts, swallowing with a sensual hum. Their hands run over each other's bodies, touching the perfect places for the other to let out a moan of gratification. Nako sucks on Hitomi's tongue, clearing it of any excess cum. Your best friend giggles, and lets Nako circle her open rounded mouth, invitingly relaxing her jaw.

Now you're the one third-wheeling. But this time, you don't complain. Who would, when two cute Japanese girls are making out hotly and touching each other in front of them? Their kisses are a mere ploy to get you worked up, you know that, but there's the occasional slip of true admiration in Nako's kisses down Hitomi's neck. The latter's hand rubbing Nako's thighs gently and lovingly doesn't seem to be artificial.

Their kissing stops momentarily. Hitomi's peachy smile is back. "Was that good, Nako-san?" she inquires.

"Y-yes," says the breathless small girl, nodding. "Thanks for helping me swallow oppa's cum. You still want to play?"

"Of course."

"What about you, oppa?"

"I'm up for it," you say. Point down to your dick, which remains erect, but none get the pun. You sigh; that's another L for Jo Haram, you guess.

Their cute smiles make up for your disappointment. They're happy you still want to play. The whole thing is moving too fast, and they didn't expect for you to actually be okay with the pace.

"Whose turn is it?"

"Nako," responds Hitomi.

"Okay, uh... truth or dare?"

Nako's eyes sparkle. "Dare."

"I dare you to sit on oppa's face," announces Hitomi loudly.

You're once again surprised. You haven't even talked over what dare to give Nako! But you welcome it; you've been eyeing her round thighs for the whole sleepover.

Nako looks nervous. She's afraid that her weight might crush you, but you doubt that it would actually happen. She's too small to hurt anyone, unless she did a wrestle squat on your face. But she's not even going to do that; all she has to do is sit on your face and let you do the work.

Nako stands over you. Here, you're given a better view of her pussy. Her lips are fat and slick, while the hole is so tiny that even your pinky finger inside it would hurt her. But the tongue is less solid, isn't it? It won't hurt that much.

Nako shyly spreads her legs. And talk about beautiful; her toned yet thick thighs frame the slick little cunt perfectly. Every beauty of her flawless body fits aesthetically together. Her round bottom is another thing you wouldn't mind having on your face, but that can go for another time.

She descends. Your mouth slacks.

"Hnnn... ohhh..." The softest moans fight past Yabuki Nako's lips. Your tongue is a sensation she never expected to feel this good. The pornstars in those websites looked utterly in bliss, rocking against the mouth of the one they are seated upon as if possessed, and she now sees why.

There's still fresh cum from Nako's last orgasm. Of course, you lap it all up, the gentleman you are. Her legs quiver at the new feeling. She's so unprepared for each lick, although the frequency of their occurences increase. It's one thing her small body can't adapt to.

However, it feels good. Really, really good.

"Nako-san!" Hitomi calls sweetly. She takes the nervous girl's hands and rubs them comfortingly. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, y- yes! " Nako's thighs tense around your head. Slap them twice as if they were pillows. "I just don't want to hurt him!"

"You're not gonna hurt him. Just relax. Sit on his face properly. I bet he'd like that, wouldn't you, Haram?"

Oh, you would. She tastes so damn delicious. But aiming to lick at her hole is difficult when her crotch still hovers over your face.

She whines. "You have to help me, Hiichan!"

"I will, don't worry!"

Hitomi clasps Nako's wide baby-making hips and pushes her down on your face. At the same time, your tongue slips wholly into Nako's slit. The gasp she lets out makes you and Hitomi worked up. She squirms a little as your tongue begins to work into her hole languidly. Her walls nervously squeeze and relax on your tongue, not sure if they should fully grasp it or let it wiggle around on its own.

"Good!" Hitomi praises, kissing her on the lips. "Now you have to ride his tongue. Don't be afraid to move around."

"Hmm, hmph, ahhh!"

A moan accompanies her bounces. Nako's blinded by the pleasure from Hitomi quickly guiding her hips to and fro. Your tongue slides across all the right places: her sensitive labia, glistening clit, and contracting hole. Your tongue is working too fast inside her, as if all it ever wanted is to clean every drop of juice there is inside her. But no matter how much you lick to tidy her up, she gets even more turned on, thus making more juices gush into your lips.

You barely have any time to breathe. When Hitomi pulls Nako forward, there's barely an interval since she is pushed right back onto your tongue. She must have learned from Bae Yoonjung to be this strict of a teacher. It's only good that Nako's such an enthusiastic student.

Hitomi pulls Nako's white top over her curvy back. The piece of clothing ends up on the floor. "Can I suck on these big titties, Nako-san?" Her voice loses not her cheerful, announcer-like tone.

"Yes, please!" Now Nako's hips move on their own accord. She's finding her pace now, thanks to your best friend's patient and friendly instruction. It's fuelled more by the latch of Hitomi's mouth on her breasts. From there, the force matches a hurricane. Now, you can't breathe at all.

"Mmm!" Hitomi enjoys her feast on Nako's breasts. Their nipples are just so pretty, especially when they're erect. Their size is just barely noticeable since they're stacked on a small body. Even you only notice their beauty now that they bounce in front of Hitomi. "You alright there, Haram?"

Give her a thumbs-up. Yes, you're smothered by Nako's pussy and ass gyrating on your face. Yes, you can't breathe at all, and yes, you're completely fine. You even grab onto Nako's waist to guarantee a taste of her asshole as well. The taste test is only momentarily done, but Nako's back arcs beautifully, and her moans start to become deafening. Thank God for her thighs!

But you aren't sure if you're fine anymore when Hitomi mounts you. Fuck, she's a tight fit! She's light enough for her to not be that much of a burden on your waist, but the power in her tiny body shows in the way she bounces on your cock. What's even more hot is that she's so tiny, your dick bulges on her stomach.

"Oh, fuck, Haram!" she cries out. She's not as small as Nako, but she already feels too tiny for your cock. The size is wrecking her insides.

"Mmm, is it good? Please tell me, Hiichan!"

Hitomi starts off slow yet strong. She slams herself on your cock, but doesn't go too fast. All her sexual experience proves to be too little for her cunt to take your cock. Her eyes flicker. "It—it feels so big inside me," she says in between breaths. "I can feel it on my stomach, see?"

The curious student looks down, and discovers what Hitomi is speaking of herself. Your erection pokes her stomach over and over. You always manage to reach her womb. "F-fuck," Nako whispers. "That's so hot... I want to try, too, please? After he finishes?"

"Sure thing. Just enjoy his mouth first, okay?"

Nako heeds her advice. She is still a bit hesitant, but she has to admit that your mouth feels really good. The muscle just fucks her cunt so perfectly. It's the ideal "introduction" to sex for a first-timer like her, because it's not too big for it to be too much, nor is it too hard for it to hurt. No, it's as fluid as the juices she releases. It plays with her clit and suckles it sometimes, but also makes sure to pleasure the inner spots her fingers can't even reach themselves.

And then there's Hitomi. She's another blissful factor in this experience. Her breasts are admittedly not that big, but the unbuttoned bottom of her pajama shirt shows her toned, tiny stomach. Sometimes, the fabric also bounces to signal the strength of her riding. Her labored pants are beautiful, making her clit twitch whenever there's just the perfect cry in her breath. Oh, and her reactions to the pleasure: head thrown back, eyes in pleasured crescent-moons... Nako can just cum watching Hitomi ride you.

Their hands tangle together and their need grows stronger. Nako's ass ripples on your face. Hitomi's pussy gets even tighter. Watching each other's blissful reactions just pushes them to kiss.

Pleasured moans start to come out from their colliding lips. Nako's hand slaps her friend's ass, and in turn, Hitomi rubs Nako's clit. Both of their sexes spasm wildly, wrapping around your two appendages with the intention to make you cum.

And of course, to get themselves off.

It's not hard to do that. Your tongue already found a rhythm in Nako's cunt. Your cock has shaped Hitomi's tightness to your girth. So when you start to put in some of your own force, the two girls gasp loudly. They like it. They love the way you're handling them. Hitomi leans over to spread Nako's cheeks so you can have more than a taste of her asshole. Nako's already content with you eating out her cunt, but that's a completely new sensation, one she had no idea she would like that much.

"So good, so good, fuck! " She buries her face in Hitomi's neck. To return the favor, she works on Hitomi's clit. A few upwards and sidewards thumbs, and the girl's mumbling senselessly already. Both of their voices share a cute pitch that blend orgasmically together. If only you could hear their pretty moans more.

Remember that you can. Begin to fuck Hitomi's hole from below, driving your hips to bounce her little figure on top of you. You're bigger than any toy she's put inside of herself. Hitomi wails, grabbing onto Nako again to engage in a deep kiss. Their hands slide over their breasts, curves, and sides, adding little stimulants to get them closer to their high. It's a good thing you're already high enough; with the way Hitomi's tight body is riding you, you can cum anytime now.

So you go all out. Eat Nako's cunt and ass as if she were a feast set only for you, even though Hitomi likes to get a few licks sometimes. Grab the other woman's hips while she seizes your torso to ride, too. It's all tongue and cock and fingers—you're merely three bodies seeking carnal pleasure, something that's about to come very soon.

Very, very soon.

"Fuck, yes, kiss me..." Nako tilts her neck so more of Hitomi's delicious lips pepper her skin. Each one makes her feel so hot, in addition to your tongue pleasuring her. "He's eating me out so well! I think I'm gonna—I'm gonna cum, Hiichan!"

"I am, too," cries out Hitomi. The tandem of the bounces become too much for even a girl like her to handle. She kneads Nako's round breasts and pinches their nipples to cope with it. The girl's breath hitches and rises. "Cum for me, oppa-ya! Cum for me, Nako! "

There's another eruption. Nako mewls and cries, Hitomi screams and writhes. Their cute faces make such perfect ahegaos as you burst inside the wet little hole. Nako's pussy quivers on your mouth, and you forget to breathe for a while. It's like you learned not to through the course of her riding your face.

The pressure is gone. Nako has slowly and weakly fallen to the side. Hitomi slumps over your body. Just like you, they're quite tired. And you think you dozed off for a second, but maybe that's just because of the heavy pressure of the lips on your chest humming a lullaby to sleep.

Hitomi rises first. The irrational earliness of college schedules have molded her into a quick and quiet sleeper. Fortunately for her, the whole day is free. There are no classes today. Not even extracurricular activities on the side.

She's too tired to get up. Besides, she's too comfortable sleeping on your toned body. She can see that you're half-awake, but just keeping your eyes closed for the sake of it. She doesn't blame you at all; those hours of the slumber party were wild.

She looks to the side. Nako is still semi-passed put on the floor. Even in her sleep, her bare breasts look beautiful. Her thighs are still accented with saliva and juices. She slightly reaches over to kiss her on the lips. For the first time, Nako's eyes open fully. Their gazes connect. They giggle softly.

"Good morning," says Nako softly.

Hitomi smiles. "It's only eleven PM, Nako-san. Were you so fucked out of your mind that you couldn't remember anything?"

Nako sits up slowly. Regarding Hitomi's question, it's actually the contrary. The nap has fully reenergized her body. She can even feel her legs now. But it's still fun to play around with Hitomi.

"If I am," she asks, levelling the girl with raised eyebrows, "what are you gonna do about it?"

"Dare you to fuck oppa in front of me," says Hitomi evilly, bright eyes shining with malice.

Nako is a little flustered. She hasn't done that before! This whole sex thing is completely new to her. She doesn't even put her fingers on herself besides rubbing her clit!

She nervously shrugs, trying to play off her fear as nonchalance. "I didn't even choose dare yet! I thought the game was over!"

"Look," says Hitomi tiredly. She just wants a good show right now, something to get off to. "If you want, you can just fuck him with your thighs. He loves them."

Nako looks down at her legs. "H-he does?" she asks innocently.

Hitomi nods. "Did you see the way he looked at them earlier? If you can't fuck him, at least pleasure his dick with your thighs."

Nako considers this briefly, but then shakes her head. "Nope, I want to fuck him."

"You sure? You can—"

"No, I do! If—if he consents, of course," she adds.

"Go crazy," you say, holding up a thumb. You heard all of their conversation, and would love to go crazy on their bodies again, but you're too tired to get up. "Ride me. Fuck me. Do whatever you want with me."

"Of course we will, Haram," says Hitomi. "But we need to get you hard again first."

She initiates, of course, knowing Nako is mostly inexperienced. She leans down to dribble copious amounts of saliva on your cock. Nako watches a little, then follows shortly after.

You hum happily. While Hitomi licks all sides of your cock, Nako gives your balls the pleasure they deserve. She sucks them gently, inhaling your musky scent, and sometimes dares to lick their circular shapes. Hitomi giggles when you lose control; it's too fun to watch, too fun to dwell on.

But they're much more entertaining. Two cute, innocent faces, meeting together to give your cock the best fuck in its short sex life. It's hard not to notice how Nako's lips are fuller, as they work their way on your base, and how she has a more mature face than Hitomi. Hitomi has cuter features, but she can be pretty seductive at times. She proves that with her lowered eyelids, the bite of her lower lip, and her tongue sensually doing its rounds about your cock.

Nako kisses your cock up to the tip. Hitomi goes south. Their tongues do a choreography as they pleasure your cock. Every pink inch is performed on, even the base. Nako licked and gave open-mouthed kisses on that part earlier, making you leak more than you like, but of course she sucks it all up. Despite her inexperience, she's still a good girl.

"Shit, I'm getting close—"

"Calm down," says Hitomi, laughing, as she immediately stops. "You're already hard enough. Nako's gonna ride you now."

Look at Nako for confirmation. But she's already straddling you. That's pretty much your go signal.

But you have to be sure. You don't want anything here to be forced. "Nako?" you ask. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

She pulls your hands and puts them on her hips. She takes in a deep breath, then smiles serenely. "Yes," the small woman says. "Yes. I've wanted to do it ever since I first saw you."

There's an emotion in her voice that you can't place. You're sure it has something to do with the thing about seeing you for the first time. But then again, you can't remember the exact time she saw you when her cunt sees your cock enter its winking entrance. It's for the first time, too, but hopefully not the last.

You're sure the first time is more blissful on Nako's side again. She's so tense; her pussy hugs your cock anxiously, whether afraid to let go or afraid to let more of it in is unknown. She's slowly sinking down into the waters, and Hitomi's a careless passer-by. A sick passer-by, to be more exact, because who the fuck gets off to a drowning girl?

But those are all metaphors, (thankfully). Those are all silly little poems you make in your head. Your muse is Nako, her tight form, and her beautiful face. You take inspiration from the way she moves, moans, and sings out happy little pants, now that you're inside her.

She's a tighter fit than Hitomi, that's for sure. It's more difficult to move inside her, but you make do. Or rather, she does. You're lying down on the ground, just watching her bounce.

"You're doing good, Nako-san," Hitomi remarks. She's off to the side, slowly rubbing herself in hot, tight circles. She can't wait to see Nako's next move. "How does it feel?"

"It, it's so big," Nako whines. She does an experimental bounce and winces deliciously. Her walls are being parted by your staff so well.

Wet noises become louder. Hitomi sighs heavily. "Yes... yes, yes, what else?"

"It's fucking me so deep..."

Your cock plunges into the depths of Nako's vagina. Her puffy lips wrap around your head, yet it easily slips by. Nako watches it all with fascination. She learns that when she squeezez extra tight, she gets a blissful little grunt from you. She's a quick learner; she learns to squeeze down at the perfect times to get your precum leaking inside her. Turns out that Nako is as considerate as she is kind.

She lifts her ass high in the air and sits back down. You groan loudly. She does, too, but you're too wrapped up in seeing her tits bounce to hear her.

Nako places her hands on your sides and does another leap. Jesus fucking Christ, she's tight. You reach up to squeeze one of her tits. She hums appreciatively.

"...and it's like I, I can't prepare myself for it," continues the whimpering Nako. Her blissful expression drives on Hitomi's self-pleasuring. She pushes her breasts into your eager hands, watching you enter and exit her cavern. "He twitches inside me a lot. And it hits all the right places and... and..."

Nako fails to find her words. She does find the sweet pulsing of your cock inside her good, though, which is why she never stops bouncing. There's something so arousing about it all besides the immediate sex itself.

Is it because Nako is so small, she barely makes waves on your body when she descends down to your base?

Is it the way her voice is cute and whiny during the much appreciated seconds of her moaning?

Or perhaps it's in her face itself, for it's the face of a girl who stood up for you, defended you, and spoke not a bad word about the incident earlier?

You've always had a thing for innocently kind girls. Femme fatales are off-limits to you; they'd be your ideal type if you didn't act like a complete fool around them. Her mature yet adorable beauty is what you like, and that goes for both her body and heart.

But for tonight, it's physical. You squeeze the round flesh of her heart. Jerk your hips upwards to meet her leaps. Take in her beautiful expressions of sexual pleasure. You let her use your body as a hands-on visual aid for her first time, and pray that you're good enough for her to want a second session.

Several hours later, dawn breaks through the windows. The night has turned into day, yet the three of you have chosen to beat the sun in waking up. Since then, you've fucked Nako's tits and thighs, and took Hitomi from behind. All of you are sore and need a bit of rest.

But these are the days of your remaining youth. You don't want to miss a single second of it, not even for a much-needed sleep. What makes these days better is the fact that you have both girls in your arms. They huddle together with you as if you were their teddy bear.

"So, oppa." Nako kisses you again, tiredly. "Who was the last girl you fucked?"

"Didn't know we were still playing truth or dare." Laugh and kiss her, too. Do so as well to Hitomi's forehead. You're confident enough to tell the two of them now. "Miyawaki Sakura."

"Huh?" Nako asks as she looks at you with disbelief. "Same!"

"Me too!" Hitomi laughs. She and Nako high-five before they realize something.

"What?"

"What?" you ask, suddenly sitting up.

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fillinforlater · 2 years

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Placebo Effect

Male Reader x Honda Hitomi

Length: 1601 words

Tags: toys, vibrator, heavy orgasm, cute sex, kisses, a lot of bodily fluids, healthy relationship, switch dynamic, clothed orgasm, squirting, breast worship, praise, cumming on tits, masturbation, proactive!Hitomi

TW: none, but it’s not that greatly edited sooooo...

Inspiration: This @friskyriskywhisky ask with great pics, the idea is already in it

Credit: @friskyriskywhisky

(A/N: A seemingly random quickie, very cute, not that rough stuff. I wanted to switch it up a little. I hope y’all like it)

“Look what I got!”

Adorable, you think with a sigh of adoration. Your girlfriend, cuteness impersonated, jumps up and down. She just returned from her shopping tour, and from one of her countless bags she pulls out a silver object in an odd form. The shiny device fits perfectly into her small hands, and she begins to rub it over her exposed, well-trained leg.

“What even is it, my pretty cutie-pie?”

“It’s a massager to relieve your stress, my dummy handsome-pie! Just run it up and down your body and your muscles will feel less tense and you become relaxed.”

You look at her hesitantly, as she sits down on the olive armchair and continues to roam her slender body with the two round ends of the massager. Her eyes sparkle in fascination, and you hear her cute giggle. Still, you remain unsure of its effectiveness.

"Uh, Tomi, are you sure this thing works? Not just some placebo effect?"

"Trust me, you'll like it too~"

Suddenly, the somewhat cold metal is pressed on your arm, and as Hitomi slowly makes her way upwards to your biceps, she cards up your shirt to expose what’s beneath. She licks her lips at the sight of what you achieved after hours of long training, and puts more pressure on it.

The rumble makes your arm feel funny, more like a tickle than any sort of stress relief. Before you can interrupt her, however, Hitomi smirks and her fingers pull down your shorts. A moment later, you feel the massager on your soft shaft.

“ Tomi, that's too—wait! Not down there—"

You let out a moan and she silences you by getting on her toes and sealing your mouth with her's. For the first time in your relationship, Hitomi is the one dominating such a kiss, a kiss, where all sexual intention is clear as day. She rubs the now-sextoy up and down your gradually growing cock. It starts to make you light-headed, which she happily uses to force you down to the armchair.

“You like this?”

“Tomi, it—it feels very good, don’t stop, please!”

“As if I could,” she giggles, climbing onto your lap, the toy beneath her body, touching yours but not hers, “You look too adorable—I don’t want it to stop.”

Another kiss, this time a full-blown make-out session, as the vibrating sensation and her soft lips initiate a deep craving for this to become even better. Exchange saliva with her by using your tongue like a turbine to spin it into her. You feel her try to do the same, but the small woman is not willful, not forceful enough to do it.

This is the moment you strike. Your fuzzy, formerly idle arms find their way to her back and nape respectively and press her closer towards you and, more importantly, down. Her private part is forced onto the vibrating toy, giving her the same sensation you have.

Hitomi moans in surprise, then she giggles and grabs the hem of your shirt. You do the same to her knitted pullover, and simultaneously you undress each other, disregarding the clothes onto the ground. Before you can get a hold of Hitomi’s shorts, she starts to grind her crotch in passionate trusts. In an instant reaction you throw your head back and groan.

“Fuck, Tomi. Th-this is not… how this works.”

“But, but it feels so good. Your body likes it, hihi.”

“Yours too,” you breathlessly respond, poking the rosy cheeks on her otherwise pale skin. Another cute giggle, and she grinds faster. Both of you leak onto underwear, precum, wetness, sweat from each other's incredible body heat. Groans and moans fill the otherwise dead quiet room. Luckily, you closed the curtains, or someone walking their dog could see you.

One of the straps of Hitomi’s bra slides down and you take the chance to pull the other down as well. The cups drop, her small breasts with hard, light pink nipples atop are exposed—but just for a split second, as the abashed girl covers them again.

You know of your girlfriend's self-worth issues when it comes to the size of her chest. Telling her that you love her and her breasts with all your heart hasn’t helped, so you try to not talk about it. It’s made a lot easier by her taking the floor with whiny whimpers of pleasure:

“Do-don’t you dare—ah—cum from j-just this.”

“You’re one to talk, Tomi. Fuck, I bet you’re close.”

“I-I can go forever.”

“Really?”

You switch it up in more than one way. Grab her butt and spin her around, onto the olive cushions, trained legs parted, stained shorts exposed. Consequently, the metal object fell to the ground, so you pick it up and place it where you assume Hitomi’s clit is. A cry and jerk at touch confirms: you hit bullseye.

You press gently, drawing circles and leaning close to your girlfriend who has her eyes shut and lips trembling. In a seductive, yet loving voice you decide to make this a session to remember:

“Tomi, I love you. If you cum in your shorts and undies, if you are my little lewd girl for just this once, I promise to give you anything and everything. Now, be good and squeal for me~”

Hitomi’s squeals are unrivaled. You never want to hear another girl make this sound while pressing a ‘vibrator’ onto her hard nub. They way her gorgeous features melt into drool and sweat, and how her cutely tied hair becomes messy makes you throb in your pants and maybe, just maybe, the visual of your girlfriend climaxing her mind out, will make you cream yourself.

She is getting closer. Her arms can barely cover her mounds, her legs become unstable, shaky noodles. If not for your free hand stabilizing her mini-butt, she would slide off the chair. Exactly that second hand is all you need to finish her off. You guide it upwards, to the spotted shorts and move under them to her soaked panties—a short rub is enough, it seems.

“B-baby, ahh, I love you—”

The bright, mostly white fabric of her shorts turn dark and darker which each of her hips jolt upwards. Looseness all over her frame, especially her limps contracts and then fold. Her voice is the same, screaming and moaning out her pleasure, then becoming numb as she tries to catch her breath.

Although absolutely amazing, the lack of visuals, except for the color change, leaves you still throbbing. The desire for your sexual release makes you tear of your belt, and pull down your pants. Not bothering to step out of them, you shift closer to Hitomi, who looks completely dazed. Narrow, glassy eyes tell a story of how good her orgasm was.

“Tomi, please, let me finish too.”

“C-cum on me th-then.”

To your surprise, Hitomi’s numb arms fall to her side, her tits revealed to you. They heave with each of her deep breaths. Overcome your initial surprise and start to stroke. It will only take seconds, but something in the back of your head bothers you: what if Hitomi only does this, because she still hasn’t recovered? Or has she finally come to accept and love her smaller chest? Either way, you groan out moments before you orgasm:

“Tomi, your breasts are, are fucking perfect.”

“R-really? I don’t—”

“Let me sh-show you. I will, fuck, cum on them.”

Pull back harshly, and your first rope flies. It lands in the valley between her tits. Everywhere around the first one, your load spreads on her torso. White cream sticks to her skin, runs down her mounds, and the final spurt finds its way on her erect nipple.

Eyes wider than before, Hitomi looks at the painting you put on her chest. It takes her a couple of seconds to realize—the same amount of time you need to find footing in this world again after flying to cloud seven. She begins to laugh, voice a little bit raspy, and hides her face behind her hands.

“This is really how you—I can’t believe this—this is how you want me to love my breasts? By… cumming on them?”

Awkwardness, but only until you join her in laughing.

“Y-yeah, I guess. Man, I must be stupid.”

“Yeah, stupid but cute. And very loving… so thank you.”

After a thorough clean up, two seperate showers, an hour of TV and ordering chicken with rice and vegetables, you wrap Hitomi and yourself in a large blanket and watch the sunset. Every now and then, she feeds you, and then it’s your turn. ‘Just like in college,’ she said, making you fall into a laughing fit at how awkward and innocent the two of you were back then.

The food has emptied out, the chopsticks in between your fingers are replaced with her fingers, entangled tightly to never let go. She sits on your lap, her head rests on your shoulders. In a quiet minute without reminiscing about the past, you pay attention to her heartbeat. Its pace puzzles you; why is it racing so fast? Of course, she is in love with you and all, but that speed is unsettling.

Then the reveal—

“Baby, y-you said I can wish for o-one thing you and you would do it, r-right?”

“Yes, I did. And I mean it. Why? You want me to do it now?”

“Y-yes.”

“Then what is it?”

The reveal—like fireworks, and a pulsar, overwhelming and glorious. With soft eyes, slightly pouty lips in a serious, yet stupidly cute expression, her words follow. Simple, yet incomprehensible.

“Baby… let’s marry.”

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forhereyesonlyyy · 3 years

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cheers! // iz*one, hht. // one-shot.

in which the popular head cheerleader hitomi faces her greatest dilemma as a high school student — confessing to you, her long-time crush.

word count: 7.3k

author's note: i've been getting lazy with my other works again 🗿 but i trust that this will get me out of my slump!! believe it or not, tomi was actually my first love in iz*one 🥺 saw her in pd48 and BOOM that was day one for me 🥰 i hope you all enjoyed this!

tags: high school au, fluff, pining, friends to lovers, wlw, useless lesbians in their natural habitat, nako the wingwoman we all need.

characters: the reader, honda hitomi, yabuki nako, kim chaewon, kim minju, lee chaeryeong, choi yena (mentioned), kang hyewon (mentioned), shin bora/hana.

pairs: the reader + honda hitomi, 2kim (kim chaewon + kim minju), yenako (yabuki nako + choi yena).

warnings: blood, mild swearing.

(Y/N) (L/N). You were a junior who recently transferred from a prestigious private academy from the countryside, but due to your parents getting excellent job offers in the city, you were forced to move. Not that you were complaining, you probably hated being around those snot-nosed rich kids that only hung around you to boost their status. It has only been a few months, but you felt at home in your new school more than you ever did in your previous one... and you've been studying there since elementary!

Perhaps it was because students in public school were less irritable and pretentious. Or maybe you were just that good with people. Either way, it was easy for you to get along with everyone. You were incredibly charming, funny, and so, so pretty. Nobody even dared to think that you do something evil, let alone think of it!

Everytime she sees you stride along the hallways with that cute smile on your face, Honda Hitomi just can't help but let her eyes linger on your figure. It didn't help that you smiled at everyone you recognized, so in the rare instances where you would look at Hitomi and flash her that hypnotizing grin, she absolutely swoons.

For example, right in this moment, Hitomi takes her eyes off of her locker to spare a glance to her side. As expected, you were making your way down the hallway, waving at a few acquaintances. Hitomi feels her heart melting when you help a timid freshman girl pick up her notebooks after bumping into a clumsy junior who didn't even apologize. Hitomi's cheeks becomes increasingly hot when your eyes briefly snapped up and met hers. She somehow convinced herself that she was imagining things, however.

Hallucinations, yes. Another one of the 'symptoms' that come with being hopelessly and utterly infatuated. And yes, Honda Hitomi can now admit that she has a humongous crush on you after weeks of denying it.

"Hii, there's ten days before Valentine's Day," Yabuki Nako, Hitomi's ever-so-reliable co-captain and childhood friend, says after noticing that Hitomi was once again distracted. There was a hint of annoyance in her tone, and the suggestion makes Hitomi raise an eyebrow towards her best friend. "You could do a lot leading up to that day other than just stare creepily from across the hallway." Nako says.

The smaller girl then tilts her head and grins when she sees you getting closer to them. Hitomi doesn't realize it since she now has her back turned to you, facing her menace of a best friend. "What, you want me to slip anonymous letters inside her locker and on Valentine's Day, reveal myself as her secret admirer and live happily ever after?" The head cheerleader asks with sarcasm. By no means did she ever insinuate that she hasn't thought of doing that ever, but a lot of things could go wrong!

Hitomi isn't exactly the most discreet person in the world, so she had no doubts that you would catch after the first letter. Plus, it's cheesy and old-school. Aren't people expecting a lot from others nowadays whenever Valentine's Day comes around? I can do better, probably.

"That's a cute idea. Do it," Speaking of you, you stopped right beside Hitomi, wearing your heart-fluttering smile and all. The head cheerleader nearly jumps out of her skin, and Nako lets out a barely suppressed laugh when she saw how much her best friend flinched. "Who is it for? I could lend a hand if you want." You leaned closer to Hitomi with shining, eager eyes, completely oblivious that she was a mess beneath her seemingly calm exterior.

Hitomi chuckles awkwardly and shoots a look that screamed 'help' towards her best friend, but Nako ignores her intentionally, being the Devil's spawn that she is. "N-No one in particular. It was just... an idea." The head cheerleader blurted out, leaning towards her locker and creating some distance between the two of you before your fresh, cool scent started clouding every corner of her brain.

You pursed your lips, "Ah, top secret information. Got it." You joked. You then turned to Nako and started chatting about your history class that the two of you shared together. Hitomi releases a shaky sigh of relief and pretended to be busy with her locker. It was clean and well-organized, but she can't just walk away. From you of all people!

Hitomi briefly looks over her shoulder and smiles at the way you and Nako got along so well. A month or two ago, she would have been extremely jealous, but that was because she didn't understand her feelings yet and was threatened by everybody, even her own best friend. But Nako herself assured Hitomi that she would never make a pass on you. Mostly because she was into this one cool senior, Choi Yena, but also because it's a 'best friend thing'.

Perhaps if Hitomi had any courageous bone inside of her, she would be the one animatedly chatting to you right now. And that would still be a bit much for her because she just can't seem to look into your eyes for a minute before feeling tingles all over her body. Crushes were a pain sometimes, but goodness did Hitomi like it.

"Oh, that reminds me. Hitomi," The head cheerleader blushes hard at the sound of her name leaving your lips. Nako smirks, oh how she loved seeing her best friend so weak and helpless over a crush. It was adorable. "If you don't mind, me and some buddies of mine in the newspaper club will crash in on your practice later. Our... leader wants to make a huge piece or whatever for the upcoming championships, so she wants us to take pictures of the cheer team." You said, scratching your head.

"That's okay." Hitomi replies simply. Nako cringes at the lack of enthusiasm in her best friend's part, but she makes up for it with a kind smile towards you.

"Awesome! See you both later then." You pat Hitomi and Nako on the shoulder before going on your merry way. As usual, Hitomi stares at your leaving figure, still lovestruck.

"I can't believe (Y/N) knows my name, Nako. Can you believe that?" Hitomi says, leaning dramatically on her locker and sighing dreamily. She couldn't help but grin when she spots you fooling around with Kim Chaewon, your fellow newspaper club member, in the distance.

Nako rolls her eyes, "Yes. You're both attending the same school and you share a few extracurriculars together. Also, you're the main bitch in this joint." She deadpanned.

"I am so not. Stop saying that. If anything, you're the one who has everyone completely wrapped around her finger." Hitomi closes her locker. She never liked being seen as the 'queen' of the school just because she was the captain of the cheer team. That is such a stereotype.

"Correct. And now, I have decided to use my many connections to my advantage." Nako says with pride, and a smirk that definitely screamed that she had an ulterior motive Hitomi squints, suspicious of what her best friend might be hinting. She shrugs it off however, and the two of them happily skip together towards their next class.

Honda Hitomi. The popular sophomore exchange student from Japan who was amazing enough to earn the title of head cheerleader a few months into her career in the school. You heard a lot of good things about her during your own time in the school, but you wanted to see it for yourself. However, you just never found an opportunity to be friends with her.

You could get along with even the coldest of hearts in the school; a prime example would be Kim Chaewon. She used to give you blank stares and a cold shoulder, but now you were practically joined by the hip. Even the most closed-off people like that quiet senior Kang Hyewon has a soft spot for you, but somehow, you just can't figure out Hitomi. You can clearly see that she was nice, and the complete opposite of how the cheerleaders in your old school were, but you wanted to see if there was more.

Plus, Honda Hitomi was adorable. It couldn't hurt to try and see if your charms work on the most popular kid in the school!

"Are you sure you're not crushing on her?" Chaewon asks when she catches you smiling towards Hitomi's, and Nako's, way. It wasn't the first time she has asked that question, so you should probably be thinking if you actually were.

But, as always, you shake your head, "I want to be friends, that's all." You replied.

Chaewon continues to stare at you, trying her hardest to see if she can slip inside the smallest of cracks in the strong walls you've built around yourself, just so she can take a look at what's going on in your wonderful brain. When she doesn't see any openings, she sighs, defeated.

You keep your eyes on Hitomi's leaving figure and think to yourself; if you did have feelings for her and pursued it, how well would it have turned out? You never liked anyone seriously before, they were mostly just fleeting, one-second attractions, but maybe if it were towards Hitomi, you can take your feelings seriously and see where it leads.

You blink, surprised at your thoughts, then you laughed at yourself. No way.

"What do you mean the boys' volleyball team will be sharing our space with us?"

Hitomi clutches Nako's sleeve in an attempt to hold her back from literally jumping their innocent coach. The vice captain was barely able to dodge a volleyball coming towards her way, and she glares at the boys on the other side of the giant gymnasium.

After school hours is when club activities are to operate, and sports teams are supposed to have their own place where they practice whatever they do. The soccer team occupies a field, the football team occupies another field, and the same goes for other teams. Of course, the cheer team gets their own place and it happens to be the biggest one in the school: the main gymnasium where most pep rallies are located. But, as everyone in the cheer team is now aware of, a problem has risen.

"Their gym is closed for renovations, Nako, and I promise you it is only for this week! Just get through it for a few more days and you will all have your precious gym back." Coach Hana said, pinching the bridge of her nose to ease her growing stress. She loved her girls, she really did, but sometimes things were a bit... chaotic. Especially when someone as passionate, to say the least, as Nako loses it.

"This week? Coach, you know how important this week is to us! Hii, tell her we can't afford any interruptions or distractions because we're gonna be competing for a national trophy." Nako nudges her best friend, her anger still burning hot. Coach Hana looks at the captain, and so does everyone else. Even the captain of the boys' volleyball team had his eyes on the cheerleader, half expecting to be kicked out of the gymnasium.

The sound of the doors opening and closing catches Hitomi's attention and she turns her head to see who would come inside in such a crucial time. When she sees you, Chaewon, and some other girls from the newspaper club, her worry disperses. You wave at Hitomi as you sat down on the bleachers, your camera sitting quietly on your lap. Hitomi smiles at you, but is immediately pulled back into the main problem by Nako.

"W-We can... deal with it," Hitomi says, erupting a collection of groans, protests, and sighs from her team. Nako stares at her best friend, asking for more explanation. "They won't bother us, and they're not even taking up half of the space in here right now. We can still do our usual thing without any one of them intervening."

When the entire team was completely silent, Coach Hana claps her hands, "Okay! Now that that problem's solved, how about you all change out of your school uniforms and get on with your warmups? We just wasted about twenty minutes worth of practice." The coach ushers the team into the changing room, ignoring Nako's annoyed look.

"Thank you for taking care of that, Hitomi. I know this is a pain for you too, and I apologize. The girls' team are pretty possessive of their space and I just couldn't say no to those boys." Coach Hana said, patting her head cheerleader at the back.

Hitomi shakes her head, "It's alright, coach. I'll get changed now."

Before the captain enters the changing room, however, she steals another glance at your direction. You were distracted by the boys' volleyball team, and your mouth was hanging open, amazed. Hitomi pouts a little, deciding to take your breath away with what her and her girls have been practicing for the past few weeks.

Honda Hitomi strides inside the changing rook with a proud smile and she pats Nako's rear as she comes close, startling the smaller girl. "Let's do well today, yeah?" The head cheerleader says. She then does a spin as she pulls at her bow tie.

"What's got you so giddy?" Lee Chaeryeong, another sophomore, asked.

Nako smirks, "It's because her girlfriend is out there right now." She teased. The rest of the team gasp, making Nako laugh hysterically. They all knew Hitomi had a certain attraction towards you, because who wouldn't? You were practically an eye magnet, and boy, were you one hell of an eye magnet... but that's not important. Honda Hitomi was never known for being the cheerleader that likes this or that person. That was Nako, actually.

So hearing that Hitomi was actually serious about her crush on you, it was only expected for the team to be in over their heads about it. As dramatic as that was.

"It better be (Y/N). Chaewon's already got her heart full." Kim Minju, yet another sophomore in the team, quips from the other side of the room. Minju was what people would call the 'face' of this school. She was so incredibly pretty that her popularity exceeds some well-known Instagram models! Hitomi remembers just how boys, and girls but mostly boys, were going crazy over her when they were freshmen but then Minju enters sophomore year with some fresh new bangs and a girlfriend, and suddenly order was restored in the hallways because then boys stopped crowding around Minju's locker.

It was understandable. Nobody wants to be on the receiving end of Kim Chaewon's anger. I wouldn't want to be the one trying to get her come to her senses either. Thank goodness Minju cuffed her when she did.

"Minju, you should be worried about me stealing your girlfriend, not Hii." Nako jokes... or was she? She clearly had the power and charm to do it. Hitomi fears for the day Nako actually loses her mind, goes off the rails, and makes a move on someone's girlfriend. I'm gonna be the one cleaning up her mess. I just know it.

"I thought you only had eyes for Choi Yena?" Chaeryeong asked, now fully changed into her cheerleader uniform. She looked regal, as always.

Nako shrugs, "I have two hands." She barely dodges the stray volleyball sitting around in the changing room thrown weakly by a laughing Minju.

More than happy that the attention is off of her, Hitomi decided to join the fun, "What is the situation between the two of you? I feel like you've been playing this... tug of war since forever." She can't even remember when this whole game of push-and-pull started! Maybe it's time they take each other seriously.

Nako grins, hues of pink evident in her cheeks, "We're getting there. I mean, we're still... talking but... oh my God, okay. Last night, she took me out on a walk by Han River and... we kissed."

The team squeals and shares a fit of giggles, lightly hitting Nako and pulling her for more information. Hitomi slips inside her shirt before forcing Nako to face her, "That's a huge step, are you serious? Ask her out! Like, for real!"

"What?! No! N-Not yet! It's too soon," Nako gently pushes her best friend away. For a brief second, she actually looked conflicted and vulnerable, but then she grins devilishly. "But how soon is after practice?"

The girls freak out again and they started sharing ideas as to where Nako should take her and how she should approach 'the whole thing'. Hitomi always loved whenever they come together as a team. Whether it was through moving as one during performances or knowing what someone is thinking about before they say it or even planning dates together, Hitomi will always feel proud. Although sometimes it does get really ridiculous. Didn't we plan on burning a misogynistic senior's car once?

Three loud knocks echoed throughout the changing room, "We're losing our precious practice time, girls! Come on!" Coach Hana yells from the other side.

The girls who were finished changing skips out of the room, excitedly to finally get moving. Hitomi and Nako slowly trail behind Chaeryeong and Minju while pulling their hair up in a neat ponytail. (Yes, at the same time. And yes, in synch.)

"Try not to get distracted by (Y/N)'s awesomeness and have a ball hit your pretty face, okay, Hii-chan?" Nako teased, and she earns nothing but a scoff and another playful hit in the butt before they started running and chasing each other around, to which their coach scolds them for.

The sound of Chaewon giggling snaps you out of your daydream, and you turn to her, wondering what got her smiling so big. You followed her loving gaze and your eyes land on one Kim Minju who was shooting finger hearts towards her girlfriend's direction. You smiled softly, the sight of the cutest couple in the school looking hopelessly in love with each other was always a treat to witness.

"Right. We're here because of that," Chaewon sighs in defeat when she spots you raising your camera. You have already taken a few photos of the cheer team and the volleyball team, although you had no idea these two teams were put in the same bubble all of a sudden. "Alright. You and the others handle the photos because you are all amazing, and I'll deal with the interrogation." The short-haired junior says, leaning back and once again staring at her girlfriend.

"You're lucky your duties cut you some slack. You know it hurts to look through some lenses for long periods of time?" You asked, snapping a photo of one of the volleyball guys jumping for a spike.

Chaewon scoffs, "(Y/N), I have to talk to people. That's not exactly easy for me either." She replied, to which you respond with a roll of your eyes before busying yourself with your job.

You, and the rest of your small team, spent the rest of your time in the gymnasium chatting about school, classes, and of course, whatever came up at the moment. Chaewon never took her eyes off Minju, unless she spared a glance your way to see if you were staring at Hitomi again.

Unfotunately for Chaewon, most of the time, you were focused on taking photos. But then she finally catches you, and she was convinced that everything you told her about not crushing on Hitomi was bullshit. The way you looked at Hitomi told Chaewon something. That perhaps you weren't made of stone.

You gently rested your camera on your lap once again and took a sip of the soda sitting by your feet. Chaewon tilts her head and poked your arm. When you looked at her, she was wearing a teasing smile and you just knew you were in for a round of joking about your feelings towards one Honda Hitomi.

"Kim Chaewon, if you don't stop asking me if I have a crush on Hitomi, I actually might catch feelings for her." You said. If you did, you wouldn't be completely against it. Because, again, you do think that Hitomi was freaking cute and dating her would be awesome! It was just a little bit of an abstract image in your head because you were you and Hitomi was Hitomi.

Yeah, that makes so much sense.

"I didn't say anything." Chaewon turns away from you with a victorious smile, happy that she struck the right nerve. You shake your head, but you continued on watching the cheer team do their thing. You've already taken so much pictures anyway, it was a good time to take a short break.

In the hallways, Honda Hitomi does a good enough job of blending in the crowd and trying her hardest to not be too noticeable, but in the gym, wearing the cheerleading uniform that fit her way too well, and with her team, she was like a completely different person. Like a switch was turned and suddenly she was so... breathtaking.

Okay, maybe that wasn't the exact word but Hitomi knew how to catch a crowd's attention with her expressions, and you always found yourself amazed every time she does something! You've been to a few pep rallies and Hitomi did not only pull all of your attention to her just because she was the head cheerleader and she was meant to have most of the time attention, but also because she was just simply a good performer. And you respected that!

She really is so cool.

When Hitomi looks over her shoulder after a discussion with Coach Hana, her gaze meets yours. You froze for a brief second, and maybe another half second because it surprised you that Honda Hitomi could make you feel surprised in the first place, then you flashed her a smile and a heart, for some reason. Hitomi grins and blows a kiss before joining her team.

"Oh my God," Chaewon laughs, slapping your arm. You covered your face in your hands as you laughed along. "Did you two just flirt? Out in the open? And you call me and my Minju shameless?"

You grab your camera again, "Well, me and my Hitomi don't make out by my locker for God-knows-how-long and get scolded by some faculty for feeling each other up in the darkest corners of the library." You blurted out in frustration.

A whole minute of silence passes and you finally realized what you just said.

"Your Hitom--"

"Oh, do your work already, Kim Chaewon!"

Cheer practice has officially concluded for the day, and Hitomi was more than ready to hop on to her shower at home and daydream about you while she watches romcom movies from the 90s. She tried to get rid of that weird-almost-creepy habit, but sometimes, escaping from the reality of her situation gave her comfort. Even if her ways were... strange.

"Hii-chan," Nako calls out in a sing-songy voice. Minju and Chaeryeong trail behind her, engrossed in their own conversation. "We're planning on getting some ice cream after all of this, wanna come? I do hate for you to lose those precious three hours of thinking about (Y/N) while staring at nothing but I gotta admit, it's getting old and a little obssessive-ish." The vice captain says in one breath and not one beat missed.

"Oh, shut it, Miss I-See-Choi-Yena-In-My-Dreams," Hitomi bites back, making Nako turn her head away from embarrassment. "But no, I can't. I have this assignment I need to do for my math class." The head cheerleader sighs deeply. She wondered if she was ever going to get a time where she can just not worry about schoolwork every time she comes home from cheer practice. Highly impossible, but she likes to imagine.

"That's too bad. Have fun, then." Nako said in the flattest tone Hitomi has ever heard from a human being. The four of them then start making their way back inside the changing room to grab their bags, but of course, you catch all of Hitomi's attention once again.

You were descending from the bleachers with your fellow photographers and you had a bright smile on your face as you chatted with them. One of the things Hitomi liked so much about you is the way you treated everyone like a friend. She will never forget how comfortable she was with you when you first met. It was in an impromptu afternoon assembly and you deliberately sat beside her and talked with her as if you have been friends forever. Hitomi remembers being absolutely awestruck because the rumors were true; you really are prettier up close.

And apparently even more within kissing distance but it's not like I will ever find that out, haha.

"Did you do the thing we told you to do?" Minju asked.

Hitomi blushes at the reminder of that brief moment earlier, "Y-Yes." She said.

"So? How did (Y/N) react?" Chaeryeong pulls the three girls to the side as some members of the team started coming out of the changing room and bid their goodbyes.

Hitomi looks at you again, a fond look adorning her features, "I didn't see, but it felt great to act on my feelings, even just a little bit." Your eyes find the cheerleader's again, and you wave at her. And perhaps it was once again Hitomi's imaginations but she couldn't miss how one of your eyes closed, and it essentially looked like you winked at her.

Judging by how quickly you got shy right after, it was indeed not just one of Hitomi's hallucinations. The head cheerleader takes a minute to process your actions and by the end of her revelation, Honda Hitomi becomes a blushing mess.

"Oh, God. Is this how Chaewon and I acted like when we were still in denial?" Minju says, laughing at how Hitomi suddenly couldn't function properly.

"Yes, and this would be me and Yena if we weren't confident of ourselves and hung out every chance we got." Nako shivers at the thought of longing gazes and secret mutual pining, because the Yabuki Nako doesn't roll like that!

"Let's stop picking on our poor Hitomi and get changed out of our sweaty cheer outfits, okay?" Chaeryeong, bless her heart, opens the door to the changing room and ushers the girls inside. Minju immediately enters, but not before waving at her girlfriend. Nako grabs Hitomi's arm and pulls her along, but Hitomi was suddenly made of stone because she wouldn't budge.

"Oh, Hii, don't be do dramatic now. It was a wink, you'll survive. Maybe not a kiss though because I heard from a friend of a friend that (Y/N) (L/N) is one hell of a kisser." Nako tugs harder on her best friend's arm, but she wasn't strong enough to pull her completely because Hitomi almost trips over her own feet.

Chaeryeong groans at the best friends' antics, but then her eyes widen when she spots an object hurling towards Hitomi at an alarming speed. Oh, God, Honda Hitomi was going to die right before her eyes.

"Hitomi, watch out!" Chaeryeong screams, but to no avail. The volleyball hits Hitomi square in the face before it launches itself in the air upon impact and finally falls on the floor. The whole gymnasium went silent, and surprisingly, Hitomi was as well. A sane person would have been screaming in agony, but Hitomi only blinked her eyes open.

The head cheerleader slowly starts feeling pain collecting towards the center of her face and... something drips from her nose. She wipes it with the back of her hand, and at the sight of her own blood, her eyes almost fall out of their sockets.

"Ow."

— was what Honda Hitomi could say before collapsing in her best friend's arms.

"I mean, that's gotta hurt, right? Right on her beautiful nose? I hope it's not broken," Chaewon was surprisingly talkative all of a sudden. The two of you were making your way back to the newspaper club's room, and Kim Minju was tagging along because of course she would want to walk with her girlfriend right after club activities. You should probably get used to it now, but everytime she lingers near, you can't help but constantly stare. Everyone was right. Kim Minju's beauty is out of this world, holy shit. "(Y/N), are you okay?"

Chaewon and Minju were looking at you, one was mildly concerned and the other just realizing you were even there. You merely nodded, not feeling like talking at the moment. You wondered if it would be okay for you to just leave these two alone and go somewhere else, but then the club leader would ask questions about your whereabouts and you just can't have Chaewon deal with that by herself. So you stay with the couple but the closer the three of you got to the newspaper club's room, the more you wanted to turn back.

"You know you can check on Hitomi if you really want to, right?"

Your heads snap up and your eyes meet Minju's. There was a certain glint there that you saw, and that made you slowly raise an eyebrow. Chaewon was grinning, the couple was on the same wavelength. Bewildered, you pointed at yourself, "M-Me?" You had asked, genuinely confused.

Minju nods, "Yeah. You're worried about her, aren't you? It was your little wink that turned her into a rock so technically you're the reason she's in the infirmary right now." The sophomore says without much regard.

Chaewon's smile drops and she laughs awkwardly, "What Minju is trying to say is that we won't jump you for caring about Hitomi, and you can totally get rid of us if you want to see her." Your fellow junior nudges her girlfriend in the arm, silently scolding her.

You laugh at them both and wave a single hand, "I was actually scared that I might have left one of the cameras in the gym, but I guess I can check on Hitomi on the way." It was the truth, but you were actually worried about the head cheerleader as well. You wouldn't be surprised if she was concussed; boys can be pretty cruel in sports.

The couple starts walking away from you, ushering you to go to the infirmary immediately while they giggled their way inside another hidden corner of the school to do who-knows-what. You shake your head, at least you won't be around to see whatever they do. You started walking back to where you came from, happily whistling a tune.

I wonder if she's awake now.

Honda Hitomi felt like she was dreaming, or maybe she was dead. She couldn't tell the difference, but everything was blurry as she slowly comes to her senses. At least she recognized that she was laying in one of the beds in the infirmary. What she did not recognize was the head floating in front of her. She tries, really tries, to blink a few times and hopefully gain her normal vision back, but God her head hurt like hell. So she says the name of the first and only person she could think of at the moment.

"(Y/N)?"

The girl in front of her laughs, "Yes, Hii. It's me." She says. Hitomi smiles, content and ready to fall back asleep as her beloved crush was right there to watch over her, but then she remembers that only one person in the world calls her 'Hii'.

Hitomi was suddenly wide awake and she pushes her best friend's face away, "Ugh, Nako!" She whined. She hears another girl giggling from the door, and it was Chaeryeong who had been patiently waiting for Hitomi to wake up, being the big softie she always has been.

"I'm a little hurt that you would prefer to see your crush over your very own best friend, but since you almost just died, I'll look the other way." Nako sits down on the nurse's rolling chair, slides right beside the bed Hitomi was laying on before placing a milk juice box and Hitomi's favorite bread down on the table next to the bed. Chaeryeong made sure to run to the nearest convenience store as fast as she could to get her fellow cheerleader's comfort food. What would the team ever do without her?

"How long was I knocked out?" Hitomi asked, her hand blindly reaching for the milk. She didn't feel like raising her head even once inch off the pillow, afraid of feeling like the world was spinning and throwing up at the comfortable bed.

"It's been about half an hour since you got spiked in the face," Chaeryeong was now standing at the end of the bed, her arms crossed and her face filled with worry. Hitomi weakly waves at her as she sips on the milk. Her nose was throbbing real bad, she didn't even know if she could sit up, let alone walk out of the infirmary! "Nako and I made sure that the idiot that hit you will clean the gym for as long as his team is staying there." Oh, she was as terrifying as she was kind. Lee Chaeryeong truly is an interesting one.

Hitomi sighs as she sinks her head further into the pillow. She was annoyed that this happened because this means that she was probably going to have to sit out of practice for days, and she really can't afford to have breaks in such a crucial time of the year for the cheer team. Hitomi couldn't bring herself to blame you (because you were (Y/N), you probably didn't even mean to take her breath away with your natural appeal), or the boy that hit her with the volleyball (because it was probably just an accident), and so she blames herself.

If we lose this competition because I had to ogle at who might possibly the biggest catch in this school at the worst time, I will literally never forgive myself... and I'll probably spend my whole life apologizing to Sakura. Our former captain who trusted me with so much but here I am in the infirmary with a fucked-up nose, drinking milk—

"Hii, you have a visitor."

Nako pulls Hitomi out of the dark side of her brain, and Hitomi forces herself to raise her head just a little and look past Chaeryeong. Standing by the door she sees you, wearing a timid smile and holding what seems to be a duplicate of the milk the cheerleader herself was drinking at the moment. Hitomi almost chokes on her drink upon your sudden appearance. If Nako planned all of this... then I'm sorry to my middle school self but I am going to have to kill my best friend.

"Hi. I just... wanted to check in and see if you're okay, Hitomi," You said as you walked closer. Soon enough, you were standing right beside Chaeryeong, who was painfully awkward. Nako cleared her throat and muttered something about giving you and Hitomi 'some space' before dragging Chaeryeong away and closing the curtains. You and Hitomi were officially alone, and goodness was the cheerleader a mess inside. "Oh, would you look at that. I got you the exact same drink." You walked closer to the table and placed the juice box there.

Hitomi felt like her limbs were suddenly coated with cement; she was so, so stiff. It's like she didn't know how to function as a human being anymore. There has never been a moment where it was just you and her together. Not even an incident where the two of you got stuffed inside a locker together, even when Nako had plans for it! Hitomi prayed that you would at least get the signal and initiate the conversation, but for the first time in her life, she wanted to do something.

Even earlier in the gym, it was her fellow cheerleaders that told her that if the opportunity strikes, she should blow you a kiss. And Hitomi did it but as good as it felt, she didn't do it because she wanted to. Her friends pushed her to do it, so it doesn't count. Hitomi senses that you were also getting awkward and was probably planning on leaving as quickly as you came, and she felt that she had to do something about that.

She wanted to spend time with you and get to know you. Not (Y/N), the coolest transferee anyone has ever met but whatever was inside. When it turns out that (Y/N) was being herself this whole time, this entire monologue will be super embarrassing... but there's only one way to find out.

"S-Sorry you had to see me like that," The cheerleader said. Probably not the best approach to this whole thing but hey, I started something! Hitomi slowly sits up, completely disregarding how much her entire head hurt. She laughs a little when you reach out to her in an attempt to help her. "How... how did you like our routine?" Hitomi looks up from her lap, and she felt like passing out once again when she sees that you have been staring at her the entire time.

"It was... innovative. Coach Hana said you and Nako contributed a lot to the choreography. You're awesome, Hitomi." You inched closer to the bed, and the cheerleader notices that your smile was a little different. You looked... shy, and cuter than usual. Hitomi bites her lower lip, excited as she has never seen this side of you before. The thought of herself being the cause of it made her even more giddy.

"Chaewon didn't get to interview the team, I assume?" Hitomi completely turns her body towards you so that her legs were hanging off to the side of the bed. You shook your head, suddenly unable to find any words in you to reply properly. (What was happening to you? Maybe you were thinking of Hitomi too much on the way to the infirmary that you started... seeing her in a different light.) "Then can I expect to see you in tomorrow's practice? I'll make sure to not get hit in the face this time so the newspaper club can have some material before the competitions start." The cheerleader was only half aware of the implications she was blurting out, but you found it cute.

(You weren't a complete hopeless case, and you certainly were not a stranger to flirting. Although right now you weren't sure if Hitomi, who was usually so quiet around you, has finally realized that you were just another student in the school or if she was still delirious from losing so much blood. Still, you couldn't help but be drawn to her. She was too darn adorable.)

You flashed the cheerleader a grin, "What is this? Did Nako's daily goal of being a menace to the society rub off on you? I never really saw you as the initiator type, Hii."

Hitomi tries her best to not make it obvious how much her heart did turns and somersaults after hearing you call the one nickname that only Nako was allowed to refer to her as. I guess I can add (Y/N) to that very short list now. Sorry, Nako. "I think I've liked you for so long I'm actually starting to go a little crazy because you're just so... gorgeous."

"You're lying. You like me? The Honda Hitomi has feelings for plain old (Y/N)?" You asked in complete disbelief. (You weren't trying to look dumb. You actually had no idea. There were a lot of people that were shy around you more than the amount of people who felt at home with you! Oh my goodness, does that mean a third of the school has a crush on me? Wait, focus on Hitomi, (Y/N)!)

The head cheerleader does nothing but nod, and she hoped that the sincere look in her eyes were enough to make you believe her. When Hitomi noticed that blood has crept up your face, she laughs. Oh, you were so endearing to her. She couldn't help but take your hand in hers and hold them tightly. A few hours ago, she wouldn't need to get spiked in the face, as described by Chaeryeong, to pass out as your mere presence would have done the job just like that, but it was truly fascinating how determination can push someone to do unimaginable things. Now maybe that was a little dramatic in Hitomi's case but she has never come this close before!

Hitomi pulls on your hands to bring you closer, "I know this is a bit of a whiplash since... I only ever say two, maybe three if I somehow learn to be immune to your beauty for a minute, words at max whenever you're around but... (Y/N), you are everything but plain and... I've liked you for a long time. I-I just wanted to say."

Upon your lack of response, Hitomi was starting to think that maybe it was a bad idea to let her heart handle things. But then you intertwine your fingers together, and you lean close. Every drop of confidence Hitomi had built up inside herself suddenly disappears and she was once again a stone statue. How could she not be?! You were going to kiss her!

The cheerleader's heart drops to her stomach when you stop halfway. You blinked, "S-Should I kiss you right now? Isn't your nose kinda broken? I'd hate to hurt you. Plus, Nako and Chaeryeong are waiting for you outs—"

"Oh, just kiss her already, Hii-chan!!"

Hearing her best friend's request, Hitomi gently cups your cheeks with her hands and presses her lips on yours. A wave of relief wash over Hitomi's senses when you reciprocate her kiss, making her less of a statue but more of a... tree swaying gently as the wind passes by. She didn't know if that was the exact comparison she should use, she couldn't think clearly! This was everything she was waiting for in her high school career!

"Ten days before Valentine's," You laughed against the cheerleader's lips. Hitomi's heart melts into a puddle when you absentmindedly drew patterns on the back of her waist. "You just couldn't wait, hm?"

Hitomi shakes her head and she leans close again, and she should've known that you would look even more like a dream up close, a dream that isn't so much of a dream now, "No, but I also have been waiting for too long, wouldn't you say?" She rests her forehead against yours for a bit, before she succumbs to what her heart wants and kisses you again.

Yup. A dream turned into reality. Everything I wanted.

"I told you Hii would get a valentine before Valentine's." Nako smiles proudly. She has been watching her best friend pine for you for months too long, so Hitomi's victory felt like hers too!

"Well, what about you? Still planning on making Yena yours for real?" Chaeryeong asked. She pulls out two milk juice boxes from her bag. She planned on giving them to Hitomi just in case she craved for more, but now she felt like sharing it with Nako instead. After all, Hitomi has her own girl to share milk juice boxes with now.

"Of course." Nako happily accepts one of the milk, once again excited at the thought of spending another night with the woman who has her whole heart.

Chaeryeong finds joy in seeing her friends succeed with their love life, so much so that she felt like she didn't need her own. Not now anyway. "Cheers, then." She said, bumping her box with Nako's.

"Cheers, indeed."

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pink-blushers · 2 years

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STALKER ; ch. 9 ー character development

summary: It all start with this misunderstanding where taehyun thought y/n, the school sweetheart, stalked him for months. And thanks to y/n obliviousness, he has to deal with this cliche yet complicated love triangle.

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it’s been a few days since y/n apologized to taehyun for following him, and he hasn’t seen her around since then. that’s right, she’s probably trying her best to avoid him, he thought. or maybe because it's the weekend, well he does think he doesn’t see her that often on the weekend. this is not something you should bother about taehyun, he thought. but today, taehyun can feel someone is walking behind him. the boy looked at his back and found someone with music sheets covering their face.

he let out a chuckle and smirk, “Don’t hide, i clearly can see you”

“Huh?” she looked at the boy, making a ‘you’re talking to me?’ facw, “i’m not hiding, i’m reading this sheets”

“you know, you can actually walk beside me” taehyun said

“you sure?”

he hummed and y/n marched beside taehyun. the two continue their walk in complete silence. she glanced at him for a while, and smiled when he finally glanced back at her. this time taehyun is the one who steals a few glances at the girl. her eyes glued to the music sheets she’s holding, she squint her eyes trying her best to focus and remember the notes there. taehyun pursues his lips, he’s debating with himself. should he break the silence or just let it be like this. it is an awkward silence, but it’s not that bad or what. should he talk to her? they might see each other a lot so, befriending might help to make them less awkward right? after all there’s nothing so bad to befriend with her right?

after awhile taehyun finally tries to break the silence, “i’m kang taehyun, what’s your name?”, he asked

“y/n, jung y/n”

“are you still having a hard time finding your teacher house?”

“you probably have so many questions” she chuckled, which made taehyun roll his eyes, “well, i don’t think i can confidently say no, this area just has so many pathways and shortcuts. one example, the three-way junction here, the one we’re currently passing now, is so tricky”

“oh i got what you mean, if you turn right and go to the alley beside that blue house, you’ll end up walking down the hill again”, he chuckled

“right? i went that way the first time i came here. thank god you suddenly passed me that time, still i’m so sorry for following you”

“it was creepy at first but yeah, i forgive you,” taehyun stopped in front of his house, “we’ll part away here i guess?”

“yup, see you” she waved her hand, “and thank you for walking with me, have a nice day taehyun”

“you too, good luck with practice”, she smile and nod her head, walked away up to find her teacher house

he smiled and wait for her to slowly disappear from his sight. as soon as taehyun entered his house, a wave of realization hit him, i forgot to thank her again… now he secretly hopes he’ll meet her again anytime soon.

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bbykpoper · 4 years

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𝓢𝓽𝓻𝓪𝔀𝓫𝓮𝓻𝓻𝔂 🍓

Inspired by this post 🌼

Pairing: professor!jongho x student!reader

Index: Hongjoong // Seonghwa // San // Yunho // Wooyoung // Mingi // Yeosang

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The early morning sun hit the windows of your small room just as the alarm on your phone buzzed underneath your pilow. A soft groan left your lips as you snaked an arm underneath it to turn of the annoying buzz.

“Wake up sleepy head.” The soft whisper reached your ears, making you stir under the covers. “You’ll be late to class.”

“I don’t wanna.” You mumbled out.

“But you have to, otherwise I’ll throw you out of my lecture Miss y/l/n.” The soft voice chuckled and it was then that your eyes shot open and widened at the face in front of you.

“Welcome back to the world of the morning people Miss y/l/n.” The softest smile reached your eyes and you groaned into your arms as you looked over to your friends for help. “Come to my office after class.”

“Yes sir...” You huffed as he went on to continue his lecture.

“Why didn’t any of you kick me when I fell asleep?” Your soft whisper reached your seatmate.

“Sorry y/n, but you were sleeping so soundly I didn’t have the heart to.” She answered.

Lucy was the cute clueless blonde that ended up being friends with you after freshman orientation when she managed to trip over your foot on accident. She, just like you was a biology major and you guys were inseperable ever since.

“I just really wanted to see you get embarrassed so I did nothing.” Your other seatmate snorted through her quiet laugh.

Phoebe was a girl who first befriended Lucy, also through an accident in the student cafeteria along the second semester of your first year. She was such a laid back brunette that you two naturally got along and stuck together in most of your classes.

“Wow, you just really like to watch me suffer don’t you?” You mumbled her way and breathed a sigh of relief as the lecture continued without another incident.

“I just find it amusing how you have this large ass crush on our ecology professor.” Phoebe commented, booping your nose as she picked up her books.

“Hey, Professor Choi is an attractive man. If I was straight I’d go after him too y/n!” Lucy added as comfort to you.

“Gee, thanks?” You laughed at these exchange. “I’m gonna go off now to get a lecture on my behavior and maybe later we can grab a coffee or something?”

“Yeah, we’ll meet you at Sugarberry’s.”

You made your way towards Professor Choi’s office, tightening the pony tail on your head and mentally preparing yourself to zone out on his speech and just admire the man’s beauty. Just as you were about to knock on the door, it suddenly opened and a young man smiled at you, excusing himself and leaving. You shamelessly stared after the tall blond man, releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding as the shape of his backside came into full view when he readjusted his shirt.

“Miss y/l/n.” The stern voice of your professor drew your eyes to him only to notice how he was now standing right in front of you. “Please take a seat.”

He moved and you shuffled inside taking a seat in front of his desk.

“How have you been Miss y/l/n?” He asked.

“Good.” You said.

“Have you been getting enough sleep?” He chuckled when you blushed intensly.

“Sorry about that sir, I had a project due yesterday and haven’t exactly had time to sleep.” You admited with a really strong blush on your cheeks.

“Well Miss y/l/n, I would’ve liked it better if you listened to my lectures instead of sleeping in the middle of it.” He said looking over at his window.

You being the curious little thing that you are peeked over to see the array of plants which were situated in his window, especially the one he was looking at.

“Are you growing a fennel in your office?” You giggled out loud when you noticed how his eyes widened in embarrassement.

“You know your way around plants?”

“Yes, I am planning on working in the greenhouses when I get my degree. I really do like plants and growing them.” Your eyes lit up with love as you spoke about your dream. “Even back in my appartement, I basically grow anything and everything I can and get on my roommates nerves because some of the devil ivy reached the bathroom.”

You stopped yourself when you saw how the man in front of you watched you with so much softness and awe in his eyes that the blush which reached your cheeks, spread out to your ears, burning them in the process.

“Would you be interested to join me on a little excursion this Saturday?” He suddenly asked you.

“An... excursion...?” You tilted your head and you suddenly spoke out. “As in a date?!”

“Oh God no!” He was really quick to deny that and it hurt you a little bit seeing him so quick to say no. “You are one of my best students, and I would like for you to join a small group of my top proteges this Saturday. We’ll be visiting the National Greenhouse and I think it would be a wonderful chance for you all.”

“Oh, I see.” You said, feeling the humiliation crawling up your neck. “Silly me.”

“Would you like to join?”

“Yeah, sure.” You slumped your shoulders.

“Perfect.” He clapped his hands together in joy. “If you don’t mind I’d like to get your number so that I can add you to our whatsapp group.”

“Yeah, neat.” You took his phone and begrugdingly typed your number. “Is there anything else you wanted to talk to me about?”

“No, that would be all.” He smiled, looking at his phone. “See you on Saturday.”

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“So what, now you’re going to this outing or whatever it is with like five other students and him?” Phoebe asked clearly pissed off.

“Yep.” Is all that you could muster.

“But at least you have his number.” Lucy tried to lift your mood.

“But what does that even mean? Nothing.” Phoebe groaned. “She likes him for almost two years, is obvious around him as if she’s carrying a transparent that says ‘marry me’ and the only thing he does is allude to a date but end it as a social gathering for his proteges?” Her eye-roll didn’t go unnoticed. “A bunch of bull if you ask me.”

“Or maybe he is in a position in which he can’t openly ask you out.” A sudden intrusion of another voice made the girls look up and see the waitress come over with their order. “Men are dumb creatures and sometimes they simply need a push when it comes to feelings. My advice to you is to just simply tell him that you’ve liked him for so long and just see where it goes from there.”

“But what if he doesn’t like me back? What if this strains any type of relationship I have with him?” You asked the waitress in the cute and fluffy pink apron.

“Then at least you’ll know what you’re dealing with and will finally get the chance to move on.” She shrugged her shoulders and thanked them for the money they left her for the drinks, walking back to the inside of the shop.

“You know, that girl actually gives good advice.” Lucy commented.

“Must be nice being in a healthy relationship.” Phoebe muttered out watching the girl inside the shop as she smiled politely to some other customers.

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Saturday had come by faster than you had liked and you dreaded to leave the appartment. The greenhouse group had decided to meet up at the bus station 12 p.m. sharp and from there professor Choi will drive you guys down to the greenhouse and the tour will begin.

And right now, it was 11.30 a.m. Your friends were over and had forced you to wear one of your many long dresses to fit in with the flowers you would see in the greenhouse. It was a soft green dress with a pattern of leaves spread out across it. You sighed for the umptenth time as Lucy had braided your hair in a loose fish braid and looked over at Phoebe who was admiring your roommates ability to ignore all the plants inside here.

“It will never stop to amaze me how you put up with all these plants Mina.” She said.

“It’s not that bad.” She smiled. “I have actually grown fond of them. And y/n takes real good care of them so I don’t mind them.” She laughed. “Plus they are a really good background for photos.”

Mina was a photography major who you shared your dorm with in your second year. You two bonded quickly and when you managed to finish the second year, decided that it’d be great to have your own appartment together. And here you were one year later.

“How are you feeling?” Lucy asked you.

“Nervous. Meh. Disappointed.” You stated turning towards her. “I’ve decided to listen to the advice the waitress at Sugarberry’s had told me. I mean honestly, what could go wrong?”

“The rest of the semester will be pretty awkward if you ask me.” Phoebe nodded her head.

“Like it isn’t now?” You snorted. “I’m just getting tired of having dreamy eyes for my damned professor and being treated like a project for him.”

“A project?” Both Mina and Lucy asked.

“Well this is that isn’t it? His empowering our future or what not. I appreciate the fact that this will help me get my dream job but I literally can’t take this anymore.” You slumped down into the couch.

“Well you better because you have less than ten minutes to get downstairs and to the station.” Mina pointed on the clock and you groaned grabbing your bag and stomping outside of the front door.

“Oh dear, I hope it all goes well.” Lucy commented looking at the other two girls.

Honda Hitomi, Danny Wellbridge, Jackson Wang, Joana Clark. The rest of your outing group was already gathered at the bus station located in front of your appartment complex. You had joined them all just a few minutes before professor Choi pulled up with his car. Joana was the first to call shotgun and sat next to him, while the rest of you evenly pilled in the back. Danny and Jackson in the far back, you and Hitomi in the middle.

“Oh gosh I’m so excited to see all the insects there!” Hitomi squealed in joy.

“I know what you mean.” Danny added from the back.

“I’m just happy about the plants. I heard they’ve updated their western exhibition and added some new types.” Jackson said.

“Really?” You turned to face him. You’ve seen Jackson around campus a few times before. He was the definition of a social butterfly and sometimes even hanged with Phoebe. But you never got the chance to personally get to know him before this trip. “Do you think there would be some rare types of flowers there too?”

“I don’t know. But it would be awesome.” Jackson said matching your enthusiasm. “Hey, you maybe wanna go together to look around?”

The conversation you two were having was caught by professor Choi and he observed you through the rear view mirror, a prominent scowl on his face.

“Hell yeah!” You nodded with a bright smile.

It wasn’t long before you all made it to the National Greenhouse and were at the entrance waiting for your guide. You evaded talking to professor Choi, directing your full attention to what Jackson was talking about, fearing that if you did speak with him now you’ll loose all your courage to confess later on.

“Students, this is Jeong Yunho. He’s an old college buddy that’s in charge of the Japanese garden in the back and he’ll be our guide today.” Professor Choi spoke up cathing all of yours attention.

“Please call me Yunho.” The man with the pale blue hair smiled at you all and waved. “I’ll give you the main tour and then I’ll let you wonder about on your own. I feel that that way you all will go where your interests pull you.”

The tour was wonderful and you and Jackson managed to bond over every neat little plant you could find. Hitomi and Danny gushed so much when you guys ran accross a caterpillar and you then commented on something stupid drawing Hitomi in and befriending her quickly. The tour had come to an end when you reached the center of the greenhouse area and Yunho turned to them all.

“You are free to go off now, but I’d like it if you went in pairs as to not getting lost. These place is large and it’s quite easy to turn the wrong corner.” He said nodding to professor Choi. “The greenhouse closes at 7 p.m. Have fun. I need to get back to work.”

“Thank you.” You all said in union.

“So, where do you want to go first?” Jackson asked as Danny and Hitomi scurried off towards the insect exhibition.

“How about visiting the South European-”

“Mister Wang you should go with Miss Clarck. Your interests seem to be the same and it would be best that way.” Professor Choi cut you off.

“But me and y/n agreed to go together...” Jackson stated.

“Yes, but this is a better suited pair.” He said with a cold smile which made Jackson look at you for help. “Shall we Miss y/l/n?”

This was your chance!

“Sure.” You nodded and looked at Jackson. “I’ll make this up to another day.” You added apologetically and went off after professor Choi.

“So where are we headed?” You asked him.

“A surprise.” He winked at you and it made you blush.

On the way to this ‘surprise’ you have left the greenhouse and moved on to more of a garden scape further back and it just made your heart stop at the beauty of it.

“The interesting fact about the National Greenhouse is that the Botanical Gardens are just a bit behind them, and this is in fact where Yunho works.” Professor Choi stopped and placed a hand on your shoulder pointing in one direction. “See, he’s right over there working on a bonsai tree.”

All the blood rushed up to your ears at the close proximity between you two. The whisper of words made your stomach churn and your legs weak. You needed to get this crush off of your chest soon, otherwise you’ll be stuck fawning over him forever.

As he guided you towards a small garden a flower caught your eye and you stopped getting a closer look.

“A youtan poluo.” You breathed out in a whisper. “And jade vines.”

“That’s right.” He smiled at your shinning eyes. “Welcome to the rare flower exhibit.” He chuckled. “Surprise.”

You looked around and noticed many more which you’ve only seen in books and on the internet. It was a magnificent sight to see and just the aromas which surrounded you had your head doing summersaults.

“I overheard you and Jackson talking in the back while getting here and I remembered Yunho telling me how they’ve updated their rare flower collection, so I thought you’d be happy if I brought you here.” You looked over at this man and his shy sunshine smile. And you’ve decided. It was now or never. “I was right wasn’t I?”

“I like you.” You stated, looking right at his eyes. Professor Choi looked dumbfounded an at a loss for words. The fast blinks were matching his rapid heartbeat but he was unable to form any words. “I’ve liked you for well over two years now professor. All those times you showed sympathy to me and ignored the fact I fell asleep in your class, or those times you would shyly smile when you noticed I was staring at you regardless of where we were. I know you figured this out already. But I just had to tell you.”

“I like you professor Choi Jongho.”

You looked at him with hope in your eyes as he stood there processing this information you had thrown at him. It felt like the minutes were going by in an eternal stupor of movements, his facial expressions changing as he came in terms with what just happened. You were scared, shaking and nervous. You really didn’t know what to expect. But surely you were not ready to get rejected.

“y/n...”

It was clear by the tone with which he said your name and the tears welled up in your eyes. Gosh, you were dumb weren’t you.

“Yeah, I figured.” You stated with a sad smile on your face. “It’s okay. I don’t expect anything from you. I was dumb to even say these things to you.” You sighed and gripped your dress for support. “I think it’s better if I go home now. Thank you for bringing me here today and showing me these flowers.” The tears were now feely falling from your eyes, you unable to control them. “It really did make me happy.”

You ran off without stopping. Not when he called after you. Not when you viciously passed by a worried Jackson. Not even stopping to look at the bus number that had just stopped and getting on it. You cried in the back, not caring about all the stares you were getting from the old ladies.

It hurt. Your heart really hurt.

By some dumb luck you had actually gotten on the right bus and made it back to your appartment complex, you made your way to your appartment and to your room, ignoring the worried roommate who was more than ready to throw hands with a grown ass man. You crawled into your bed, disregarded your plants and just wallowed in your self pitty for the rest of the week.

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It’s been a whole week and you haven’t left your room except to shower ever since. Jackson and Hitomi had been blowing up your phone, worried after you had just ran out without a word. But you turned off your phone after the fifth call request from Jongho. He had tried calling you that night but you had fallen asleep and the next day when he did call you you cried more getting an earful from Phoebe.

Hell, you dreaded leaving your room just because you knew Phoebe would make you attend all your classes and yell at you for being M.I.A. for a whole week.

“She still hasn’t come out of her room?” Lucy asked Phoebe as they both collected their things to leave class.

“No. Mina leaves food out the door and y/n eats once a day just so she doesn’t die.” Phoebe sighed. “She even neglects her plants Lucy! She never does that. Not even when her grandma died.”

The two were just about to walk out of class when somebody approached them. Lucy’s eyes went wide while Phoebe took on the stance of a dog with rabies. It was apparent he wasn’t welcome.

“Hello girls.” Professor Choi spoke up.

“No offense, but we don’t want to talk to you sir.” Phoebe grumbled out.

“I know, but please hear me out.” He sighed in defeat. The two looked between each other and Lucy urged Phoebe to let the man talk. “I didn’t get the chance to answer y/n properly and she hasn’t been to my class this week. I’d like for you two to help me so I could talk to her and clear up this missunderstanding.”

“What missunderstanding? Her feelings aren’t a missunderstanding. They’re valid and came from the heart!” Lucy was quick to say.

“I know. But my answer was a missunderstanding.” He said sincerely.

Phoebe caught on pretty quickly by what he meant and narrowed her eyes while she got up in his face. She pointed her insex finger in his chest and harshly jabbed at it.

“I got my eye on you buckeroo.” She stated threateningly. “I know how to hide a dead body.”

Jongho gulpped as he, for the first time, took notice of those fierce eyes this girl had. He nodded furiously, almost cracking his neck. Phoebe pulled back and headed for the door, followed by a confused Lucy. Even Jongho looked defeated as he assumed they were leaving.

“Well? Do you want to talk to her or not?”

Mina stared at the plate full of food which she had left this morning. It was late afternoon now and she had just come back from her lectures but the plate was untouched. You haven’t left your room at all.

“y/n.” She whispered out as she knocked on your door. “You need to eat. I don’t want you getting sick...”

No answer. Just like before. She sighed and cast down her eyes as she picked up the tray. A sudden knock on the front door drew her attention and she went to open it, revealing Phoebe and Lucy with an unexpected addition.

“Her room is the one in the corner of the living room.” Phoebe said as Jongho took of his shoes. “He needs to talk with her and I thought you might want to hang with us while he does.”

Mina looked up at the man and nodded, understanding the need for privacy.

“If you manage to get in can you make her eat? She barely had a proper meal this week...” She handed him the tray of food.

“I’ll make sure.”

They left and Jongho went over to your door, noticing how it hand a small potted plant hanging off it. It was cute, something which really suited you. He knocked a few times but there was no answer. With a brave heart and hope that you hadn’t locked you door he tried the knob, happy when it opened.

The inside of your room was covered in darkness, streetlights seeping in through the large windows. Potted plants were in the window and Jongho noticed how they seemed to be lacking water. He took it upon himself to relive the plants of their thirst, leaving the tray of food on your desk.

“Go away Mina. I don’t want to eat.” The bundle of sheets spoke and caught his attention.

It seemed you had made yourself into a taco, some hair sticking out to indicate where your head was. He sat down next to you and placed his large hand on your head.

“Your roommate left a while ago.” He spoke up, catching you off guard. “Before you yell at anybody, I asked your friends to bring me over so that I can talk to you. And I’d like it if you listened to me first before throwing me out.”

Your body stiffened but you kept quiet. You were yet again on the verge of crying but were trying really hard to control yourself.

“I was surprised back at the botanical garden when you confessed your feelings for me. A lot of emotions went through my head and I was dumbfounded for any type of answer at first. I thought how it was wrong for one of my students to fall in love with me, how I should have stopped this crush you had the minute I caught on it... but I just couldn’t do that. I noticed you the first day you had walked into my class, the way your hair swayed with every small movement of your head, how you would soak up every bit of information I gave you like a sponge, even the way you’d chew your nails when stressed.” He sighed when he noticed you calming down and peeked out the covers. “I have liked you since day one y/n. But I though it was wrong and I couldn’t bring you in a situation where you would be involved with your professor.” He chuckled. “To be honest, I would have confessed when you graduated.”

“Really?” You crawled out from underneath the sheets.

“Really.” He nodded with a smile.

“But what does this mean for us now?” You asked, sitting up and letting the covers reveal you whole.

It was only then that Jongho noticed how your hair covered your bare shoulder. The tanktop you were weating hugged your body closely and the booty shorts did not help his eyes to not wander down your bare legs.

“We can try to make this work. You only have one more year ahead of you. As long as we don’t make it obvious I’m sure we’ll survive.” He stated a deep blush covering his cheeks.

“Are you sure?” You asked with a furrowed brow not understanding why he was suddenly so flustered. But then you noticed how his eyes wandered down your body and suddenly you got self concious. “Are you sure that it won’t be-” You pinned him down onto your bed, stradling his waist. “-troublesome for you?”

Jongho gulped and you brought your face closer. It was too cute not to tease him seeing how he got so flustered he began fumbling with his words.

“It may be troublesome if another man come up to you but I think I can handle him.” He said, his face suddenly turning serious. With as much as little effort he flipped you over, so now the positions were reversed. “Just as I can handle you.”

You held your gazes steadily as he lowered his face, mere inches from your lips. But nothing lasts forever. Especially when you don’t eat properly for a week.

Your stomach grumbled loudly and you blushed at the sound. You were hungry, and he knew it. He laughed and pulled you up, bringing over the plate of food Mina had left him.

“I think that it’s best you eat first. And then we’ll figure something out.”

You nodded shyly as you ate slowly, enjoying the comfort he gave you with his caring nature.

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“Wake up sleepy head.” The soft whisper reached your ears, making you stir under the covers. “You’ll be late to class.”

“I don’t wanna.” You mumbled out.

Jongho chuckled as he climbed into bed with you, messing up the sheets even more. He peppered your face with kisses as giggles left your mouth and you finally cracked open one eye to look at him.

“Did you water the plants?” You asked him, noticing how he had some dirt on his cheek.

“Yeah. Mina asked me to model for her for her graduation project just as I was doing it.” He said, wiggling under the covers so he could hug you. “She wants to portray love.”

“Yeah, she told me last night that she was inspired by us while we were planting strawberries on the balcony.” You reached out to kiss him. “I told her I’d do it, but that she should ask you too.”

“Well good because I answered yes.” He smirked kissing you back. “I’m glad you confessed when you did. Because otherwise I couldn’t be apart of something so wholesome.” He smiled wide. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You answered matching his smile. “I’m just glad I listened to that waitress’ advice. Because you really wouldn’t have been a part of something so wholesome!”

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