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Author: Randombtsprincessa

Characters: Kim Namjoon x Reader (Ft. Jeon Jungkook) (2nd POV)

Words: 16.1k

Genre: Smut/Angst

Summary: A brutal break-up leaves you devoid of inspiration and an enigmatic author helps you see that the best of us have demons.

Warning: Jerk! Jungkook, Bitchiness, Pettiness, Profanity, Dirty Talk, Oral (Both receiving), Unprotected Sex.

A/N: I just love Namjoon!

The last year of college is supposed to be fun and studying in equal parts. It is supposed to be studying all day and letting loose at night in a frat party with your man and your girls and boys.

It isn’t supposed to be sitting in front of your open laptop in the dark room binging on ice cream and Netflix. It isn’t supposed to be ditching your literature thesis and novel – two of the most important things to you to get out of college – because you were uninspired.

It definitely wasn’t supposed to be your best friend letting herself in to your apartment to find you in your hiding place – vulnerable in pajamas, wrapped in a fluffy blanket.

“Y/N,” she sighed, dropping her bags on the coffee table with an ominous thud as she began to move around your usually tidy apartment with lithe steps.

You watched her warily while she opened windows to let in the cool night breeze, shook out the curtains, kicked away tossed clothes and take out containers and then come over to stand next to you, hands on hips and lips pursed.

“Did you even move since the morning?” Yerin asked.

You shrugged. What did it matter if you moved or not? What did it matter if you did anything at all?

“Y/N,” she sighed again, looking around the dark room again before her manicured fingers reached out and did the unthinkable.

She switched on the light switch.

Brightness flooded the living room, harsh and unfamiliar to your delicate eyes as you let out a wild yelp, ducking under your blanket to protect yourself.

“Hell, Y/N, this isn’t healthy!” Yerin said from somewhere overhead even as you stayed buried in your soft darkness, tipping your body over to lie on the floor, pitiful whines falling from your mouth. Your brain fought hard, trying to infuse some sense into your aching heart, reasoning with claws and fangs.

“I know, Yerin, ok? I know this is horrible and filthy and that I smell and that probably everyone in class thinks I’m dead or something…maybe pregnant.” You wailed.

Try as she may, Yerin couldn’t help rolling her eyes at her best friend.

“No one thinks you’re dead or pregnant, Y/N. they know what happened, they know you need time.” She cajoled before biting her lip as you emerged, a furious scowl on your face.

“Oh, so everyone knows I got dumped? Great, Yerin, that’s just great, it’s just what I fucking need.” You snapped before picking your decrepit self off the floor, blanket still wrapped around you as you made your way into the kitchen to put the ice cream container in the refrigerator.

Yerin followed, mentally slapping herself for letting it slip that everyone on campus knew about your heartbreak.

“They don’t mean to be mean, Y/N. I’m just saying that people will understand.” She tried again.

You did not reply. What came instead was a soft sniffle that immediately made Yerin rush to the girl, wrapping slender arms around the hunched figure.

“I just don’t understand…” you hiccupped, “why he would do this.”

“He’s a jerk, Y/N. a jerk who did not deserve you…at all.” Yerin whispered, her grip tightening on you as you thought back to the day your loving boyfriend of 3 years decided he did not want to be with you after all, that there was plenty of fish in the ocean that he needed to try out before he settled down…that you were just not enough anymore.

“I saw Jungkook in class today, Y/N…he didn’t seem to be doing too good,” Yerin ventured slowly.

You shook even more, triggered at the mention of your boyfriend’s name…no, ex boyfriend’s name. Yerin was right. If Jungkook didn’t love you enough to keep it in his pants, then he did not deserve you…and you weren’t about to be sympathetic to the man who hurt and left you at a time you needed him the most.

His betrayal went deep. Not only were you crippled by the pressure in your heart, it was wrecking your life at college. You should be in classes, writing assignments, working on the novel you were going to try and get published after graduation. You weren’t supposed to be bedridden or hidden in a mass of blankets binging food and movies.

Jungkook had effectively destroyed you and he did not get to feel sad after shattering your heart, life, hopes and dreams.

“Y/N…?” Yerin asked softly, trying to jolt you out of your stiff countenance but you vigorously shook your head.

“I don’t care anymore. I don’t want to care anymore.” you whispered harshly, more of an order to your own self than an assurance to her.

Yerin stared for a while before nodding.

“You got it, beautiful. Let’s go get your life back.” She whispered as you wrapped your own arms around her.

Morning dawned a little too fast for your liking; sunlight pouring from your window and brushing against your closed eyelids, prompting you to roll over on your back with a disgruntled groan.

Unbidden, Yerin’s words from last night flooded your mind and you sat up slowly, blanket pooling around your waist as you gathered your bearings about you.

Jungkook and you had broken up. You had mourned that relationship while it lasted for long enough. You couldn’t stay cooped up in your apartment forever – for one, you needed your degree to work and pay for yourself.

With aggressive affirmations chanting in your mind, you picked yourself up to attend your class.

When you passed through the open doors of the lecture hall, you expected all eyes turn to you with varying degrees of judgment, sympathy or pity like a cheap rom-com but none of that happened…

It was almost as if you had never disappeared off the surface of the world as you made your way to your seat, weaving around the throngs of the chatting students. Yes, one or two turned to glance back at you when they saw you were back but it didn’t faze you all that much until you spotted your seat finally…and the one next to it…occupied by Jungkook.

You stopped mid-step, jostled by the passing students as you stared at the boy in front of you.

Damn, you had forgotten that over the course of your relationship, Jungkook and you had sat next to each other in all the lectures you had together. Thankfully, you only had this last subject remaining for your final year so that made things easy. You wouldn’t have to see him for five consecutive hours.

As you shuffled on your feet, you noticed that Yerin probably hadn’t looked at Jungkook too closely.

He didn’t look too bad. His hair still had that shine he achieved from the most expensive hair gel he could find. He had even changed his clothing. Instead of the usual hoodie and t-shirt, he had donned a fitted leather jacket and a shirt that screamed branded.

You couldn’t help but feel hurt. Jungkook was putting in so much effort to lure in new ‘fish’. Where had that effort been when he had been dating you? Hadn’t you been worth it at all?

Spinning on your heel, you marched towards one of the empty desks near the middle of the class and tapped the person sitting next to the empty one on the shoulder.

“Is this seat taken?” you asked roughly.

The boy widened his eyes at the slightly hostile behavior from you and quickly shook his head. “Thanks,” you huffed, flopping down into the seat and huddling in close as the boy turned to you completely.

“You’re…Y/N, right?” he asked.

You nodded and he cleared his throat. “Sorry about Jeon, you know; I heard about why he broke up with you.” he said. You pursed your lips at the uninvited sympathy but nonetheless offered him a smile.

“Thanks,” you said again.

He nodded. “I’m Taehyung, by the way,” he smiled. “You should know if you’re going to be my partner.” He said before turning to face the front when the professor strode in.

Professor Jung Hoseok was the youngest professor on our campus and the dream boat of almost all the females in the vicinity. Not only was he good looking; with dark hair parted neatly to give him that scholarly look, gold rimmed glasses that reflected light when he put them on and a sunny smile that lit up the room, he was a verifiable literature genius; able to recite sonnets and complicated Latin couplets that would make our lunch lady swoon.

Still, no matter how much of a heartthrob he was for the university, Jung was stern and a scary perfectionist. He never became overbearing but he was known to push people till they achieved their potential. He was a big name in the publishing world for this very reason.

Naturally, you had to please him if you wanted to make it in the field.

Mr. Jung stopped at his desk before casting a keen glance over the class, dark eyes sharp without his glasses. With a single wave of his hand, he acknowledged our greetings and began to get to work.

Switching on the projector and laptop, he pulled on his glasses, the rim glowing in the silver light of the projector as a picture of a blank paper.

He cleared his throat.

“Ok so class, what do you see here?” he asked.

“A blank page,” someone called from the back.

“Good, why do you think I have this on here?” he asked.

There was silence.

Mr. Jung circled the desk to stand at the front. “Come on, class, this is creative writing, use your imagination.” He said.

“To…tell a story…?” a voice floated.

He grinned.

“Correct, but not quite…it’s not for me to tell the story…it is for you.”

You froze in your seat.

“Now, we have forty five minutes. I want you to write me something in thirty minutes. Do this and you can leave fifteen minutes early.” He clapped his hands twice and returned to his desk, sitting down and fiddling on the keyboard.

Taehyung turned to me, a sheepish smile on his face.

“Wow, not what I expected today, I’m so out of it.”

You snorted mentally. Yeah, says you who have had zero inspiration for weeks now…

Even as people turned in their sheets to Mr. Jung and filed out, Taehyung included you nervously stayed back until you saw Jungkook pass by, sheet of paper clutched in his hand.

You watch as he hands in over to Mr. Jung before walking out, hiking the strap of his bag higher up on his leather clad shoulder.

Finally realizing that you were the only student left in the class, you stood up shakily, taking in a deep breath for stabilization as you shuffled over to him.

Mr. Jung looked up expectantly.

“Ah, Y/N, yes, I’m looking forward to your work.” He smiled.

There was a pause as you guiltily looked down. “I…don’t have anything, sir.”

He frowned immediately. “I beg your pardon?”

“I couldn’t do it…”

Mr. Jung frowned at you as he glanced around the empty class again.

“Its fine, Miss Y/L/N, its creativity, sometimes it takes time to come. Don’t beat yourself up about it. I have a class in another fifteen minutes. I would like you to come to my office at the end of college hours.” He said briskly, snapping the laptop shut.

You nodded before turning, leaving the room.

By the time the end of workday strolled by, you were nervous and sweating at what Jung was going to tell you. was he going to tell you he was taking away your assignments from you? was he going to sideline your book?

Veritably trembling, you knocked twice on the frosted glass of Mr. Jung’s office and entered at the soft ‘come in’.

At your appearance, Mr. Jung smiled.

“Y/N, good, good, have a seat,” he said, indicating a chair in front of his desk and you plopped down, biting your lips as he steeped his fingers together, eyeing you speculatively.

“Now, do you want to discuss what has you in such a dump?” he asked.

You stumbled. “S-sir?” you asked.

“Miss Y/L/N, I’m not that much older than you…I’ve been where you are just a few years ago. I know an inspiration leak when I see one…” he said.

You stayed still, spluttering wordlessly at him.

“In professional terms, we call it a writer’s block.” He gently murmured before tapping at his laptop.

“You have been absent in class for the past week, I doubt you have done your assignment and I have received no updates on your book. As a man close to your age, I can sympathize but as your teacher who reports to superiors of his own, I have to interfere in due course, Miss Y/L/N.” he said.

You looked down, trying to blink back disappointed tears before you were spouting out your side of the story to your professor about how Jungkook broke your heart, how he was parading around his good looks in your direct line of sight and how you couldn’t move from your floor for days and the fact that some part of you still believed that Jungkook could come back to you after having his fill of ‘fresh fish’.

Was it stupid of you to consider taking him back? Of course, but who cared?

“However, as a man and your teacher who sees potential in you and believes that you can get past it and wants to help you, I can say that I am willing to give you some help.”

You looked up quickly at that as he gave you another quick smile of pity.

“I’ll give you an extension on that assignment and in return I want you to start working on your book along with it. If you can submit the assignment in two days and its good enough, I will help you on your book.” He said.

You shot up from your desk.

“I won’t disappoint you, sir. I promise to submit it by then,” you said, taking his wave of acknowledgement as your dismissal as you rushed off to get to work on 2500 words worth of an assignment.

On the day of reckoning, I watched as Jung walked among the desks taking in the assignments before he was stopping at mine – still next to Taehyung – and quirking an eyebrow. I slipped the folder into his waiting palm and watched his lips twitch a little before he moved on.

At the end of the class he stood up, “Miss Y/N, kindly stay back,” he said as everyone filed out.

I stood up to go to his desk when my elbow collided with someone while swinging my bag on to my shoulder. “Oh sorry!” you said quickly, only to see it was Jungkook, who looked startled to see you.

Yeah, did he forget you and him go to the same classes?

“No…no worries, Y/N,” he said shakily before he was slinking past you, hurriedly walking out the door.

You sighed, walking quickly to Mr. Jung’s desk, hoping that he hadn’t seen that exchange.

“Very good, Y/N, this looks promising, I’d say you have earned help on that book of yours fair and square.” He said a rare wide smile on his face.

You smiled back, rubbing your hands a little to warm the excited numb feeling in your fingers as he pulled out his wallet and picked out a paper from one of the compartments, handing it to you.

“I spoke to one of my friends about helping you on the book; Writing, editing, the works. He’s an author himself, so he knows all the tricks. Maybe you’ve heard of him? His name is Kim Namjoon.” He said.

You wracked your mind. “Is he the one who wrote The Real Me?” You asked. You remembered seeing the book on the shelves of your favorite book store but you had been too swamped with studies to afford buying a new book.

“Yes, he recently came back from an abroad trip and I know he doesn’t have any works in progress at the moments as Real Me is still making the rounds. He’s one of my best friends and he agreed to take a look at your work. He’s going to be at that café at the time I’ve written down and I included the number just in case. I hope this helps you, Y/N. I expect you to be on your best behavior with him as well.” He said.

You nodded fervently, profusely thanking the lucky stars for giving you this opportunity.

That weekend, you arrived bright and early at the meet up place Jung had written down for you and nervously waited for anyone to approach the table you were sitting at. You’d already done a sweep of the place to make sure you were the only one sitting alone so there would be no mistaken identities and had looked him up online.

Kim Namjoon was twenty four years old, fresh out of college and published by one of the most prestigious companies in the business, Bulletproof Co. He was tall, handsome and always well dressed, in suits or preppy shirts and sweaters. You had zoomed on his face to make sure you had the correct guy and even underneath the thick rimmed black square glasses or the occasional sunglasses, you could see the softness lingering in his sharp good looks; be it in the plumpness of his lips, the round, dimpled cheeks or the slant under his eyes.

You switched to his book details to see informed and you had to say, you were pretty impressed.

The Real Me was a philosophical and psychological revelation. It started with recounting real life instances of people’s lives and how Namjoon himself had felt them; failure, pressure of success, silver spooning and finally heartbreak.

It ended with the realization that everything came and went and that the furnace which life lit for a person would indirectly forge them into a better person…and if they were lucky, they might be able to find their true selves in that journey as well.

“Miss Y/L/N?”

You looked over your shoulder to see the man in a large black hat and shades standing at your chair, head cocked to one side.

“Um, yes, that would be me,” you said.

The man nodded, moving to sit in front of you before he was removing his hat and glasses, placing them neatly on top of each other to a side of the round table.

“I’m Kim Namjoon; Jung Hoseok came to me about you.” he said, finally looking up to meet your studious eyes.

The Kim Namjoon in the pictures did no justice to the real life Kim Namjoon, you realized. He wasn’t as lean, the tall frame wrapped in muscles that bulged in the tightness of his clothes. The black jeans showed strong thighs, biceps flexing under the movement of his coat sleeve as he removed it, tossing it over the back of his chair. The simple plaid shirt underneath, made him look like a normal guy, not the suited bestseller author you’d seen online.

You realized he was waiting for a reply while you were staring at him so you quickly lowered your gaze.

“Yes, yes he did, he said you’d be able to help me with my book.” You said quietly.

“I could, of course, but I would like to know what exactly it is you need help with.” He said.

“Um, the writing and editing thing,” you mumbled as Namjoon nodded to a passing waiter who came to take your orders. While you asked for a simple milkshake, he went for a black coffee with the House Special Blend.

While the orders were done, he turned back to you. “I’m a little confused. Hoseok is your creative writing professor, isn’t he? He has much more of a name in the world than I do for these kinds of things. Why not just go to him?”

“He’s my teacher,” you said as the waiter placed your drinks in front of you and left. “I cannot ask him to push for me with the publishers. All that would be appropriate for him to do would be to give me a letter of recommendation. I need someone who can actually tell me what to do to get my work in print. Who better to do that than an already published writer?” you asked.

Namjoon smiled knowingly, turning his cup with his index finger.

“Ah, Hoseok…he always knew his little tricks.” He murmured before looking at you.

“What did you mean by helping you write?” he shot.

The question as always made you stiffen and then blush in embarrassment. “Yeah, that…um, I’m having a little bit of a…inspiration leak.” You said, quoting Jung.

“Writer’s block,” Namjoon said bluntly before shaking his head.

“I don’t know Miss Y /L /N; you seem like a good investment to me. Bright, well spoken and everything…plus you come with Hoseok’s recommendation and he doesn’t recommend just anyone…but I’m worried about the slump you’re in. I can’t help you if you cannot write. I cannot write your book for you, you see.”

“Oh but please, Mr. Kim, I mean, Mr. Jung gave me two days to finish his assignment and I managed that so I guess desperation works best for pulling me out of my slump. I’m not going to ask you to write anything for me. I just need you to guide me,” you said quickly.

Namjoon contemplated.

“Fine, tell me about what you’re writing…while I think about it,” he brought his cup up his thick lips to take a sip.

You took a sip of your own drink.

“The book is about struggle, something I think you’re familiar with.” You said and Namjoon tilted his head at you, an impressed look in his eyes.

“You read my book…did you grasp it well?”

“The basics, but I think I should get a chance to share our own pieces as well.” You said.

Namjoon smirked.

“Fair enough, I think I’d like to see what piece it is you want to share with the world. Bring me five hundred words tomorrow.” He said before placing his empty cup on the table and standing up, collecting his belongings.

“Where?” you asked.

“You have a writer’s block, what better place to go but to the park? see me near the small pond where they used to keep duck at 10.” He said.

The disused duck pond was the perfect spot, you realized, sitting on one of the fairly stronger benches as you waited for Namjoon, early again to maintain good impressions.

Your five hundred words were in your lap, a page full of masked demons, loss of self, and a maze of a journey with no outing.

“You have a habit of being early,” you heard from behind you.

A glance to your side, told you that Namjoon had arrived, this time looking like one of his pictures. A white button down, black slacks and blazer with his thick rimmed glasses, his silvery dark blond hair caught the dull morning sun as he sat down beside you, holding out a hand that you placed your homework on.

He sifted through it before tucking the page into one of his inside pockets. He crossed his arms as he bit on his lips.

“Did you read my book?” he asked.

“I told you; I read up on a bit online but I couldn’t complete it. I was busy studying to pass my course.” You said.

“I see; that’s what you say, Miss Y/L/N, but that isn’t what an editor or a publisher is going to say. It isn’t even what I’m going to say. What you’ve written…it’s like you’re holding up a mirror to what I have written in my book.” He said.

You gaped at him. “Are you saying I copied you? Because I did not; I mean yeah the premises are similar but the…”

“The premises, prose, writing style, even some of the wordings…they are all similar, Miss Y/L/N. I told you yesterday, I cannot write your book for you.”

“You aren’t though,” you said.

“You told me that you have a piece to share with the world. I liked that and I also like the piece but it isn’t…you. The girl I have seen in these two days is not the one I’m seeing reflected in this piece of paper.” He said, turning to face me as he scanned the confusion on my face.

“A writer needs to have a voice. This voice is what communicates to your readers. Sometimes, they might see themselves as you, try to relate as you…sometimes you try to relate to them, become them…in all these situations your audience needs to be able to see you, hear you, feel you in your words…if you can’t make your readers understand your essence through your work, what is the point of conveying messages to them? What is the point of writing? Just to get royalties…? Be rich and able to buy stuff…? Or do you actually want to be able to make a difference, no matter how small?” he said.

You sat there, watching over the pond as you contemplated his words.

“I want to make a difference.” You mumbled.

“Good, but you’re not going to do it by sounding like me. Try sounding like yourself. Tell me, what is it that you have on your mind right now? What’s driving you? Write about that. You are important to yourself and if you believe that, you can make your readers believe it too. So, tell me, Y/N…what do you feel?” he said.

“Um…I feel…desperation mostly, because I really need this. I want to be out in the world and if I wait till I graduate I will never get it done. I’m…sad I suppose…I just went through a break up because my boyfriend thinks he’s too young to settle down and needs to fuck others to decide.” You ranted.

You stopped before grinning sheepishly at him.

“Sorry, you probably don’t want to hear about that.”

“I’m a reader, Miss Y/L/N. if you can tell me a story, I’m willing to listen.” He mumbled, his body turning to you as he made himself comfortable.

Stumbling a little, you gave him exactly what he wanted…you told him a story about Jungkook.

When you were done, your eyes were distant, pools of amber and onyx lush with unshed memories as you recalled the way you’d disbelievingly watched your guiltless boyfriend leave you life, heart and apartment.

Namjoon was quiet as he let you finish before you sighed, turning to look at him again.

“Allow me to say this, Miss Y/L/N; you may not agree with me with your present mindset but you should use your heartbreak as a strength.” He turned to face the pond again.

“I’ve had my fair share of failures at love and I admit I had a bitter view of it for a long time but over time it changed. I have settled to believe that it is a necessary evil nowadays. You cannot avoid it in life. You will always see it, on the street, in a restaurant, in a park but you have the choice to be hateful towards it or you can take your chances and turn it into art – no matter how tragic it seems.” He gave you a bleak smile.

“You have a strange world view Mr. Kim Namjoon,” you whispered.

“I hope so…the woman who broke my heart had a habit of telling me I should stick to the mainstream. When we ended, I made it my mission to go the opposite way of everything she stood for. Now I am a successful author. Maybe you can do it too and in a few years, you won’t even remember this Jungkook.”

“You still remember her, don’t you?” you asked.

“Well, yes, but then it’s ok if you remember your past loves. All you have to make sure you remember is that they are not the people you once fell in love with. It seems unfair to go to that much trouble and yes, I will steer clear of her if I see her which tends to happen because we are in the same business, I still don’t hold myself inferior enough to beguile her existence as long as she is not beguiling mine.”

“That takes guts.” You said bluntly, making Namjoon laugh.

“Yes, it does, doesn’t it? I think I got what I wanted across to you. Think about what I said and the next time we see each other I want a thousand words. I’ll text you when I’m free next.” He said, standing up and offering me his hand to shake.

“Until next time, Y/N,”

You shook his hand, “See you, Mr. Kim,”

He buttoned his blazer and made to turn before giving you one parting glance.

“Y/N,”

“Yeah?”

“Call me Namjoon.”

You’d known Namjoon for a month now and while he still remained an enigma to you mostly, you were happy to say that he was an enigma you could call him your friend.

Over the time that you’d known him, he had given you more insight into a writer’s mentality, reader reception and what publishers usually were looking for.

All of these guides were helpful but somehow along the way, you had started to crave more of how you felt around him rather than just the way he helped you along.

Namjoon had a very soothing presence, almost lulling you into tranquility while you were with him as he took you on walks and trips to places where no one was present. It would’ve seemed creepy if not for the fact that you trusted him explicitly in the short amount of time you’d known him. Besides he’d already warned you of his ways of detaching you from the world in the way that you could find yourself.

In these solitary places, he said, where no one was around to see you and judge you, you could be yourself, think of yourself, see things for yourself, wander inside yourself.

Did it seem melodramatic? Probably, but it did help.

Your mind was clearer…it helped you submit finals much easier and even as you were picked valedictorian by a beaming Jung Hoseok, you made it a point to thank him for helping you.

He characteristically waved it away. “I knew Namjoon would’ve been a great help to you. He was like you, you know, when we were in college. Same sort of thoughts, same proclivity towards philosophy…even the same, forgive me, naivety towards love.” He said.

“His ex?” you guessed and he nodded.

“She was a real piece of work. On the surface you’d think she was a godsend – sweet, kind, supportive, encouraging…but it wasn’t until she left Namjoon that we found out how sadistically she chewed on him.” Mr. Jung handed you the sash for valedictorian before shaking his head.

“She’s in the past now. So, how’s the book coming?” he asked, changing the subject as you spent the next half hour discussing the changes you’d made to it.

“Seems promising, I’d love to read it once Namjoon’s done with it. Oh and, our university is hosting a fund raiser for on campus personnel, Y/N. Many editors and publishers are going to be there. I know for a fact a few of your classmates have a few professors backing them. Would you be interested?” he asked.

“Um…is it appropriate?” you asked.

Jung shrugged.

“I don’t see why not. I am writing your letter of recommendation. What good is it going to do if you don’t have someone to show it to?”

“Oh,” you laughed, “Makes sense, I’ll try and be there.”

“Fantastic…oh and Y/N, I know this will sound strange but try to get Namjoon to attend…lord knows the man needs to get out more.”

By the time you emailed Namjoon about the fund raiser he’d already been logged in for a book signing and had to refuse, sending in a best of luck instead.

Yerin had come over, doing her best to make you look presentable. For all her knowledge of pop culture trivia, your best friend was hopeless with a hairbrush and even though you teased her for it, you were more than grateful as she tried to put your hair in an up-do by watching a YouTube tutorial.

“It’s just a fund raiser, Yerin. Don’t give yourself an aneurysm.” You said, watching her struggle with bobby pins and she threw you a look. “A fund raiser where your potential boss could be scouting talent; try looking your best, ok… There are going to be a lot of big shots there.” She said.

And a lot of big shots were present at the fund raiser…

Your dress swirled around your knees as you examined the Great Hall of the university where the event was taking place in awe. You wouldn’t have recognized it in daylight as shimmering chandeliers hung in alternative skylights.

Namjoon would’ve liked to be here, you thought, surprising yourself.

Normally, you wouldn’t be thinking of people like this and how they would appreciate…but you supposed that Namjoon just had that kind of aura of deriving pleasure from seemingly mundane things and that had struck a chord in you.

“Ah, Miss Y/L/N, you made it,” you saw your headmaster, Mr. Sihyuk draw closer to you with Mr. Jung and you smiled, nodding at them. “The hall looks great, sir.” You said and Mr. Sihyuk grinned.

“It does, doesn’t it? You have the Art department to thank for that. I see Hoseok is backing you this year, very well very well. Make sure to make us all proud, Miss Y/L/N.” he said, patting Jung on the back and leaving to greet the other guests.

Mr. Jung sighed.

“You have no idea how pretentious this backing thing can get, Y/N.” he said, taking a sip from his flute. “Namjoon is signing books right now. He should’ve been here. He’d have merged right in.” He rolled his eyes before shaking his head.

“Don’t mind me, I’m just feeling frustrated from all the exam corrections…go and mingle Y/N, you’ll need the connections in a couple weeks.” He said, giving you a bleak smile before walking away.

Your smile faded away a little as you looked around the people talking. They all seemed to already know each other beforehand. There was no way your little anxious self was going up to someone and just introduce yourself.

As you backed up a little, you felt someone’s elbow catch you and you gasped, turning to apologize just as the woman turned too.

Pale, slender and beautiful, she grabbed your arm, a sheepish smile blossoming on her smooth deep pink lips as she quickly pulled you towards her.

“I’m so sorry! I am a complete klutz in heels, I swear.” She said.

Closer, she was even beautiful, flawless even as she tilted her head back a little to laugh.

“No, no, I should’ve seen where I was going.” You corrected quickly and the girl blushed prettily.

“That wouldn’t have helped. If I’m meant to hit someone, I usually do hit them.”

You giggled at her and she beamed. “Come on, join me, I have a feeling we’re going to get along really well. I’m Seulgi.” She said, tugging you after her to one of the empty table.

“I’m Y/N.” you said as she plucked two champagne flutes from a passing waiter and handed you one, plopping down on the chair and letting out a soft moan of relief.

“Thank god, these things were killing me,” she said.

“I know right, my best friend told me to wear flat just because she knows I can’t stay in heels for long.” You told her.

She sighed, “I wish my friends were that smart, but alas, I happen to be the expert in these things. You’d think I’d be wearing flats but come on, heels make you look great.” She gushed.

After a few more glasses, you and Seulgi were still at the table, talking about future prospects and past experiences alike. She was the assistant of one of the editors and you recalled that Publishing House had worked with Namjoon. Funny how that was how you would remember someone…You even talked about douche bag exes and she tutted at the way Jungkook had treated you.

“That, honey, is why men are pigs. No matter how much you love them, they still cannot think clear past their dicks. Was he hot, though?” she asked.

“Oh, very,” you mumbled, thinking of the doe eyes that would turn to dark and hooded and the half smirk that could itself made you want to crawl over him. You didn’t have to see his body to think him hot but he somehow had that as well.

“Well, as long as you tapped that good and nice.” She said and you choked on your drink, bursting out laughing.

“What about you? Any douches in your life?” you asked, quickly diverting your new friend from Jungkook.

“Hmm, a few…there was particularly one though…he wasn’t a douche…we just didn’t see things the same way. If you asked him, he’d say I was trying to hold him back…” he laughed, “typical excuse, right? I just wanted him to make big and be safe, you know. I loved him.” She said.

You shook your head. “Well, I guess you’re better off without him.”

She smiled. “That’s what I keep telling myself.” She whispered.

When you finally came back home, late and with Seulgi’s number added to your phone with promises to see each other again that you thought nothing of, you wandered into your room to see Yerin was still waiting there.

She had passed out in your bed, hair sprawled around her like a halo, arms tucked neatly under her and you smiled fondly at her before tucking her in and going out with your phone and to browse a bit before you went to bed. There awaiting in your inbox was a small text from Namjoon asking you if you were free tomorrow and that he’d like to take you for a movie he’d been aiming to watch but didn’t have free time to go until today.

For a reason unbeknownst to you, the small message brought a smile to your face as you typed and sent in a yes.

The next day when you opened the door at six, you were surprised to see Namjoon standing at your doorstep without his usual effects of hat, sunglasses and coat. He was in a simple long sleeved black shirt and grey jeans, his hair mussed artfully which made you question why it was fair for people to look that good while you had to spend half an hour in front of a mirror.

“Hey,” he said a dimpled smile on his face. “How was the fund raiser?”

“Hmm, it was good, met a few interesting people,” you replied as you locked your door, following him to his car. He held the passenger door open for you and when you slipped in you found the tickets already on the dash in front of you. You picked it up turning them to see the name, expecting to find some documentary only to be surprised again.

“A scary movie, really?” you threw at him as he got in and started the car.

“Yeah, what’s wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing, I was just expecting something more like…you know, a guy on top of a hill talking about aliens or something like that.” You teased.

Namjoon rolled his eyes.

“I do have a life outside of my profession, Miss Y/L/N. it might not always seem like it; but it’s been known to happen.” He griped as you chuckled.

The ride to the cinema seemed shorter with him recounting his short history with Horror. He had only seen five in his time but he’d read a lot about them. Something about the visuals already created for him made him relax his mind, he explained, which was why most people probably preferred movies over books. After a long day, they didn’t need to spend time imagining things.

“Which is your favorite?” you asked, standing next to him as he got popcorn.

“This is going to sound so cliché to you…it’s the Exorcist.” He mumbled, slipping his wallet back into his pocket and handing you the tub and your drink.

“Oh my god, yes it does,” you said.

“Oh come on, it has blasphemy, levitation and my personal favorite, projectile vomiting.” He grinned.

“So, you’re into those kind of things?” you shoved at him and he stuttered over his words, ears reddening.

“No, I just meant…let’s just watch the movie.” He grunted, quickly ducking into the dark theatre as you followed, howling with laughter.

Even with the movie playing, you could tell that Namjoon was overcompensating.

His eyes were nearly squinting, ready to close at any jump scare of gruesome scene in the Slash movie. You stretched out your hand and gripped his free one.

“It’s just a movie, Joon.” The nickname falling from your lips easily, as he turned to look at you, eyes wide before looking down at your hands as he returned the grip, twice as hard.

“I know, I’m fine.” He said.

You’d have agreed with him if he hadn’t been holding your hand like a bear trap but you stayed mum before jumping yourself the next moment at a jump scare. Only it wasn’t because of the appearance of the hooded and masked killer, it was because Namjoon nearly shot up from his seat and threw himself across the room, taking you with him.

Even as the main protagonist fell on the stairs with the killer in pursuit, the lights came on and Namjoon and you both visibly deflated, slumping against the seats in relief.

“Thank god,” you said as he quickly stood up, your hand still in his and began to walk through the aisles, heading outside.

“Namjoon, promise me one thing.” You said, blinking in the bright lights. “That’s one sequel we are not watching.” You said.

Namjoon chuckled, dropping your hand. “Agreed…do you mind? I’ll just be a minute.” He said, tilting his head towards the men’s room and you nodded.

You’d just sat down on the bench near the lobby when you felt him.

Your shoulders stiffened, body tensed and mouth went dry even as days later of enduring heartbreak because of him, your body responded to him like a live wire. You turned slowly, eyeing him.

He was dressed in fitted leather again, you noted, hands deep in the pocket of his jacket as he stared at you.

“What do you want?” you snapped finally.

Jungkook sighed as he took a step closer to you. “I just wanted to see you. I haven’t seen you…for such a long time.” He said.

“Did you…follow me or something?” you asked.

“No, I just…I brought Rosie here…” he mumbled.

I closed my mouth. He was on a date…he was on a fucking date. I wanted to tell him to go to hell but he was speaking again.

“That time in class I just…you looked at me and I…I remembered when you used to look at me…it was so different, like you didn’t know me anymore. I felt, I don’t know, I guess I felt hurt but then I brushed it off but then I saw that you were here with that guy and I…I feel angry, I feel jealous. I’m not supposed to feel like that, I know. I have no right.”

“You’d be right about that.” You spat at him.

“I don’t know who you are anymore. You left me, you’re on a date. You can’t feel jealous or angry because I might be on one too. You lost all right to do that when you stopped loving me.”

“I didn’t stop loving you. I still love you…and I know it might be a little late now but I meant it when I said you’re it for me,” he said, taking another step towards you and you stumbled back, already weakening. He had always taken you in so easily.

“Yeah, well, sorry to burst your bubble buddy, but you’re definitely not it for her.” Another voice, deeper and stronger sounded behind him and you glanced over his shoulder to see Namjoon. Even though they were nearly the same height, Namjoon towered over Jungkook as he walked towards you, entangling his fingers with yours, body angled almost protectively in front of you.

Jungkook returned the look evenly.

“Look dude, I don’t know who you are but I think I know what I’m talking about. Your one date isn’t trumping my three years.” He said, shrugging.

“You’re right, it won’t. You breaking up with her because you wanted to fuck around, now that’s going to trump a whole lot more that just three years.”

You looked at Namjoon, the first time you’d heard him say anything as crude as ‘fuck’.

“Just stay away from my girlfriend.” He continued, shoving past a stunned Jungkook and pulling you with him.

Namjoon didn’t let go of your hand till you were at his car and he was pushing you in and getting in himself, driving off with his jaw clenched.

You sat there, eyes still blown wide open as you processed what had just happened. You let out a loud groan, burying your head in your hands, cursing. “Oh god, I am so sorry.” You lamented.

Namjoon turned to give you a bewildered look. “What are you sorry for? Out of all of us, you’re the last one who should be apologizing.”

“But…but…I just stood there and let him talk over me,” you said.

“That wasn’t your fault. It’s natural you still feel a little out of balance around him. That has everything to do with the fact that you need to get used to being around him and nothing to do with you or your feeling, understand?” he asked and you nodded slowly.

Namjoon tightened his hold on the wheel. “I hate people like him.” He grunted.

You glanced at him.

“People who…I don’t know how to explain it in proper terms…the people who get in relationships one after the other. They are the weakest people. Especially, the ones who use the power they have over you for their own sick purposes. That guy was just trying to protect the one territory he was sure he’d always claim over. The moment he thought you might be in danger of backing out of his ball court he came back to play with you. That…that kind of person sickens me.”

This was the longest you’d ever heard Namjoon rant about anything and you couldn’t help but reach out for his hand. He gave it you slowly and you squeezed it.

“Thank you,” you said sincerely before letting him go, looking out the window while he returned his hand to the wheel, slower still.

“Where are we going?” you asked suddenly realizing you couldn’t recognize the neighborhood.

“Uh…I’m taking you to my place. Damn, I completely forgot.” He said but you shook your head.

“It’s ok. I can’t say I haven’t been curious about your house.” You said. He smiled at you softly before taking a turn into a driveway.

Namjoon’s apartment was on the other side of the lavish apartment complex, meaning he had a fantastic view of the cityscape which at this time of night twinkled from the floor length French windows, leading to the terrace.

He flipped on switches along the way to illuminate the way as he sighed - obviously homily. It was a sigh you knew well. It was one you heaved when you entered the comfort and isolated silence of your own apartment, the quiet blanketing you.

You watched from the foyer as Namjoon walked to a large wooden dresser in the living room, taking his wallet and phone and placing it on them neatly before running his hands through his hair, messing it up even more before he glanced at you.

“You don’t have to stand there like that, Y/N. Come on in,” he said.

You walked over to him and looked around you while Namjoon watched you.

Namjoon’s home, though luxurious and tastefully decorated in warm, earth tones, it was still sparse, slightly bare.

“You don’t have a lot of things in the house.” You noted.

Namjoon shrugged, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. “I have a few things I got on the trips I have taken; Mostly collectibles and figurines or books.”

“You collect toys?” you smirked at him.

“Figurines,” he corrected, scoffing at you. “But you’re right, I don’t like having a lot of things around me…it feels like I cluttering myself.” He said.

“Sometimes, a lot of things means you take comfort from them.” You said, remembering the trinkets you had back at your place and the memory connected to each of them.

He didn’t say anything and you moved to a wall where he’d hung up pictures of himself with his friends and family.

A few of them were with whom you guessed was his mother, she looked like him as they took a picture in a café or in a park. The ones with who he told you were his father were more formal, suited, even though he looked like a kid or a teenager. Another couple was with his younger sister, identical smiles on their faces.

The rest of them – with his friends – were haphazard.

In some of them he was clearly in college, his hair styled differently, a more easy air around him as he took silly photos. One of them he was probably at a concert, hair spiked up with yellow sunglasses and next to him was…

“Is that Mr. Jung?” you nearly screeched, drawing Namjoon’s quiet attention. He chuckled as he came to stand behind you.

“Yeah, we were really into the pop music thing then.” he explained.

“Oh my, I wish I could tease him about it,” you said.

“You can after you graduate, you all seem friendly enough.” He said.

You hummed, moving towards the window when he cleared his throat.

“I owe you an apology as well.” He said.

You looked at him. “For what?”

He looked down at his feet, hand rubbing his neck. “I took a leap back there, calling you my girlfriend like that. I shouldn’t have taken the liberty to do that.” He said.

“Oh, its fine, Jungkook backed off.” You said.

“There were better way to do that. I took advantage.” He said.

“Namjoon…really, it’s ok. Neither of you are going to see each other again. I doubt the topic will come back up again.” You said.

“You’re too good to me,” Namjoon argued.

“Not at all,” you cut in. “The truth is…I’m not good at all. If I were, he’d have never left in the first place. if I was good, I…I don’t know…I just don’t…but if I was even a fraction good, I’d deserve someone like you…but I don’t.” you sighed, letting the bitterness and sadness pit together in your throat and flow out.

There was a long silence as you looked through the glass at the twinkling city lights.

You could feel him behind you, close enough to brush against if you turned, the warmth of his breath ruffling the top of your head.

“You deserve the universe, Y/N.” he whispered finally, his breath tickling your ear, “and I’m just a tiny speck in it, but you deserve everything you hope for.”

You took in a deep breath, trying to ease the sudden wobbliness you felt inside you as you turned to face him but he was already pressing up against you, his eyes fluttering close as his hands found your shoulders, pressing you against the glass.

Your head tilted up on its own, mouth parting to let out a gentle gasp that he took as he planted his lips across yours.

Namjoon tasted of popcorn and mints, his lips plush and soft moving softly against yours, barely brushing before he was cocking his head away from you to look at you properly, studying your expression as he so meticulously did.

“Namjoon,” you whispered and he shushed you, long fingers cupping your face and arching you to meet him as he kissed you again, this time deeper and a whole lot more headily.

He craned his neck, tracing you upper lip with soft strokes of his tongue before he nibbled on your lower lip, prompting a shaky gasp. He took the chance to slip his tongue in, running it over yours in gradual flicks and you keened towards him as your back moving from the window. He pressed you harder against it, one of his thighs finding its way between your legs, holding you against it.

You let him overpower you easily, enjoying the way he was circling your mouth, pecking your lips affectionately one second, before diving in and kissing your thoroughly, tongue curving in every crevice and dancing with your own before he went to nipping your swollen lips.

You wound your arms under his shoulder, fingers clutching at them as you felt his leg flex between your legs, a low thud in the pit of your stomach that had you moaning against his plush mouth as you grinded against his muscular leg to relieve some of the delicious burn.

Namjoon pulled away with a growl, looking down at the way you dragged yourself on his leg.

“Fuck, look at that, did I make you that desperate baby?” he asked, his voice raspy and hoarse and dripping with lust.

You answered that with a whimper and you tried to pull him back closer to you but he was already untangling himself from you and walking back, a hand coming up to brush his hair back, looking at your panting form still pressed to the window.

“Walk towards me, baby, slowly.” He said.

Slightly confused, you obeyed, taking somewhat staggering steps towards him which he watched with predatory precision before you realized he was watching your hips.

Stuttering slightly you stood in front of him finally before he was latching on to your waist again, fingers digging into your flesh as he walked backwards, towards what had to be his bedroom.

“I’d carry you, but I want to watch this. You walk like I’ve intoxicated you and it’s so sexy.” He growled, before he was reaching back to open the door. He pulled you through and went to the side before a low ambient light came on, illuminating the room.

“Wow,” you said first thing as you saw his bedroom, making him chuckle darkly.

The room was comfort and opulence in one world. A long closet took an entire wall with a huge writing desk under one of the windows. What took the spotlight was the bed.

King sized, high off the ground and plushy heaven, the bed was THE bed…the kind you saw in magazines and lamented your own over it.

You felt him return to you as he brushed your hair back from your shoulder, mouth hovering over the curve as he let warm breath waft over your skin. “Like?” he asked, softly.

“Love,” you answered and he chuckled again. “Good, because you aren’t going anywhere else tonight.” He said, his mouth latching on to your shoulder, sucking in a pulsating rhythm.

You close your eyes at the feeling, letting him move his hands on your body; brushing over your hips, around your waist, up the sides before he was cupping your breasts, squeezing gently. You dropped your head on his shoulder as he began to gently sway you, fingers tapping and teasing your nipples over the fabric of your shirt. His lips curled up in a smile against your skin, grinding his growing erection against the small of your back, demanding attention.

“Namjoon,” you breathed.

“Hmm,”

“Let me taste you,” you continued, turning in his arms and he bit his lips, eyeing your lips before brushing a thumb over your bottom petal. “I’d love to let you, Y/N. Get on your knees,” he said before he was moving away to sit on the bed. You walked towards him again, this time making sure to sway your hips more for his intense gaze as you bent over to give him a kiss first.

Your fingers wrapped under his jaw as you tilted his face up to yours and he let you, kissing teasingly, flicking his tongue against your playfully as you let your hands trail down to his shirt, tugging at it. He broke away to grab the back of the neck before he was pulling it over his head, revealing the smooth expanse of skin. You started to kneel, kissing a line down his chest and he tossed the shirt away, leaning his weight back on his hands as he allowed you to reach his waistband.

Slipping your fingers under it, you glanced at him through your lashes as you undid the button, tugging the two flaps gently to let the zipper down. He examined your actions before he was bucking his hips up and letting you pull his jeans and the top of his briefs down to free him.

His erection slipped out on your hand, warm and twitching at your touch and you licked you lips, unable to take your eyes off it, admiring the girth and the purplish, red head. Glancing at Namjoon again, who was clearly enjoying your awed gaze, you leant closer, your fingers wrapping around the base to squeeze as gently as he’d squeezed your breasts and licked a strip from the base to the tip, before flicking your tongue right at the slit.

Namjoon smirked at the tease before he leant back all the way on his elbows. “Take your time baby, we have the whole night,” he whispered and you grinned at the usage of reverse psychology before you were slowly sinking on him, making a point to give a good, first suck.

His reaction was obvious, the hitch of breath, raising up back to his hands as he looked down at you and the part of his mouth, tongue peeking out to wet his dry lips.

You blinked innocently, focusing on his dick completely as you close your eyes, lavishing your tongue against the now rock hard members, tracing the vein that wrapped around it. Bobbing your head slowly, you felt his hand move in your hair, blunt nails scrapping against your scalp as he tried to tug you further down on his length.

You let him, slowly pushing yourself down till your nose brushed his pelvic bone, the tip running down to touch the tunnel of your throat.

Namjoon grunted, closing his eyes, brows furrowed as you pulled up again, slobbering over his head before your began to run your palm over it, coating your saliva thickly on the member, making sure to squeeze more at the tip and base before your took his in your mouth again, taking him all the way in as he grasped your hair in his fist, the hold tightening as he began to curse when you swallowed around him.

“Fuck, that’s it, that’s it baby,” he said, using his hold to pull you up again.

You sat up on your knees as he cupped your jaw and used the back of his hand to rub off the string of saliva from your mouth as he kissed you again, thoroughly exploring your mouth with his tongue before giving you a sinister smirk.

“My turn, get on the bed and spread your legs over the edge.” He ordered.

You stood up and Namjoon sat up closer to you, quickly undoing your jeans and pulling them down to look at your panties. “Cute,” he smirked at the floral underwear, prompting you to blush but he didn’t tease, pulling you towards the bed and guiding you in the position he wanted.

Your feet hung over the edge of the bed, free to wrap around his as he unbuttoned your shirt, pulling you free from it and unclasped your bra to leave you completely bare in front of him.

When he was finished he didn’t say much, blank facedly roving his eyes on your nakedness before he was dropping to his own knees, spreading your thighs further to expose you to him.

You instinctively shied away and he held your legs open warningly letting his eyes give you a look before he was leaning in to blow air on your touch starved core.

“Ah, Namjoon,” you whispered his name but he didn’t reply, completely engrossed in his work of touching you as he placed a single digit against your clit, making it throb at the pressure of his rough pad.

“Hmm, you get sensitive easily,” he murmured and you nearly whined as he finally began to put himself to work on you.

He was obviously an attentive and observant partner, taking note of how your body writhed or shied away from his ministrations. His tongue pressed experimentally against your fold, dipping into your hole as he let his taste buds collect your arousal before his fingers were spreading your juices over your clit and entrance. He slowly slid in the first digit into your velvet cove before pulling back to slam another in, meticulously watching the way your breath jumped and your body arched, trying to flinch away but his tight hold around your legs kept you in place.

He even watched your wanton moans, sucking your clit into his mouth as he fucked you sadistically you with his fingers, letting your whines pitch up dramatically and then pulling away watching as your chest heaved, breasts juggling from the shivers he’d induced as he edged you repeatedly.

“Please, Namjoon…I can’t…” you groaned finally and he hummed, considering against your folds, thick lips coated in your arousal before he was standing up, fingers still buried deep in your mound as he used his free hand to run his fingers around his lips and chin, sweeping every stroke of your remnant juices on his face into his mouth, sucking perversely on his digits as he eyed you wickedly.

You gulped at the bold act as your pussy clenched in protest around his fingers and he winked, pulling his hand away from your core and he pumped himself, bringing his hips closer to yours, rubbing the tip through your folds which were wet again after the way he’d cleaned you up.

Suddenly, for a split second, clarity shone in his eyes through the lust and he looked at you with something akin to fear.

“Shit…I don’t have condoms,” he said and your own eyes widened.

“What?” you asked.

“I…I haven’t been with anyone since my ex…goddamnit,” he cursed, dropping his head as he ran both hands through his hair.

You hesitated for a bit before biting your lips with another idea. “I’m clean…” you muttered.

Namjoon nodded. “Me too, I got tested after I broke up with her.” He said, clearly thinking that you were implying the oral you’d given and received.

“Is it…ok, if we don’t use them? I’m on birth control...” you murmured, color rising in your cheeks and he looked up, fixing you with an incredulous gaze. “Y/N…”

“I trust you, Joonie.” You whispered, letting your fingers trail down his glimmering chest to his hand, entwining your fingers as you pulled him closer to you, angling your hips towards his.

He staggered closer to you, watching as his dick brushed against your wet folds, still hard and pointing up. He gripped the base, placing the tip right at the entrance of your core before looking at you again.

“Are you sure?” he asked. At you reassuring nod, he closed his eyes, heaving a relieved sigh.

He slipped in quickly inside your heat before halting, eyes opening and fixed on your face as your eyes widened, lips parted and chest rose again from the sharp intake of breath. He grinned, bending over your taut body as he swirled his pink muscle over your hard and aching nipples, using his incisors to place small nips on the top of the buds before coaxing them back into his warm mouth, sucking enthusiastically.

His hips began to pick up pace as he grounded his pelvic bone against your clit for added stimulation with every few strokes.

You arched your back, giving him more access to use his mouth and hands as you raised your arms to clutch at the feather like throw pillows on the bed. You were sure with the slow but steady pace he was going, you were going to lose your damn mind and rip one.

“Namjoon, please,”

He let go of your nipple with a lewd pop as he eyed you, “Please what, baby,” he said and if possible his hips slowed more.

You clutched at his shoulder, letting one slide over to dig in your desperate claws.

“Harder…please…”

Namjoon hissed at your nails but stayed focused, “What do you want from me, baby?”

You were nearly crying now from the inability to reach your high, the release he was dangling in front of you. “Please fuck me harder…I need to come.” You begged finally and he smiled, gently.

“That’s what I wanted to hear.”

He straightened from your torso, gripping your calves before he was pushing them up to your chest, hands coming up to clench his sheet as he pressed his forehead to your as he began to pound into you, hips slamming into you with wild abandon of a man who’d been un-caged after years.

Your body hiked up with every thrust of his powerful hips and you clung to him, scared you’d shatter with the force of love –making.

Namjoon’s swollen lips kept spewing profanities, broken praises and heavy pants that washed over you as he groaned out your name, dirty promises following of what he wanted to do to you.

“Want – want to feel you – come…on my dick,” he moaned, eyes watching the way his cock pistoned in and out of your now swollen pussy.

His hand trailed down to your cunt, locating your clit between your thighs as he circled it with his hand, fast and unabashed in his need to feel you clench on him and the glint in his eyes as he looked back up at you pushed you over the edge, your muscles contracting and squeezing his length and your hands shooting up to pull him to you in a heavy, hot kiss that he immediately took over, tongue pushing into your mouth. You sucked at the wet muscle, feeling his hips turn sloppier, frantically pumping him inside you as he chased his own release.

His head dropped down to the crook of your neck, sucking at the skin as he let out a loud moan of your name, followed by appreciative hums as he rode out your highs, soft words of reassurance echoing in your ears as he pulled away from you, looking down at the mess on his and your skin from your mixed juices.

“Be right back,” he said, climbing off the bed while you reached up and grabbed the throw pillow, tucking it under your head.

By the time, Namjoon came back with a towel to clean you up; you were already out like a light.

The smell of fresh bitter coffee woke you up as you turned over to your back in the unfamiliar bed. For a moment, you dazedly rubbed your eyes. The placement of the window was wrong, making the light hit the floors on either side of the king sized bed, instead of the bed itself. Were you in Jungkook’s apartment?

It took you a split second to realize that couldn’t have been since he had broken up with you. you bundled up the comforter to your bare chest as the door to the room swung open, revealing Namjoon, balancing a tray in one hand as he shut the door with another, turning before he paused, seeming surprised that you were already awake.

He had put on a black t-shirt over some sweats as he moved towards your awkward frame, placing the coffee tray on the nightstand next to your side.

“Good morning,” he said, sitting at the end of the bed, a decent distance from you. He probably could sense the post coital tension in the air was trying to make you feel comfortable.

“Hi,” you said softly, glancing at the cup. “Is that for me?” you asked.

“Yeah, I remembered you take sugar and milk so I added some. If you want more, just tell me,” he said.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, hesitant to drop the covers and reach for the cup.

Namjoon glanced at you once more before he stood up.

“So, um, I’ll let you…yeah, get dressed. The bathroom is through there, you can shower and I’ll leave out a hoodie for you to have. If you want we can have breakfast.” He said before he was walking out the door, leaving you alone.

You stood under Namjoon’s paneled shower, letting the exhaustion and tension wash away from your shoulders as you tilted your head down, watching the soapy residue of his shampoo pool around your feet till you heard him call out that he’d laid out clothes and then the slam of the door shutting again.

You shut off the water and grabbed a towel, hurriedly drying up and leaving the bathroom to see he’d put out a simple black hoodie out. It was almost your size, indicating he’d probably grown out of it.

Not wanting to put on the underwear from last night again, you shoved the bra in the bag and pulled on your jeans, the shirt and his hoodie on top, going to throw the towel in the hamper before leaving. Your aim was, as usual off and instead of the hamper, it hit the desk under his window, scattering his pen stand and the book he’d left precariously on the side. It fell over; open and you hurried over, gathering the pens and shoving them back before picking up the book to place it safely back where it was.

Even as you rose, the pages of the book fluttered and a small folded up paper fell out again.

You rolled my eyes, huffing and bending down to pick it up again to see that it wasn’t a paper after all, it was a folded photograph.

For a moment you could’ve sworn you heard Yerin speak in my head that you shouldn’t invade his privacy, it wasn’t your business. Ignoring that small voice, you slipped my finger in the fold and straightened it out, holding it open.

As usual your eyes trained on Namjoon and his rare full dimpled, all teeth revealed grin as he held up what was obviously a Polaroid camera to take the photo. You smiled too, a natural reaction now to any of Namjoon’s smiles.

He was obviously on vacation; he was on a beach with small huts on them, the water crystalline and skies bright.

It was when your eyes moved to the person standing next to him that made your smile fade away in shocked horror.

Small doe eyes squinting up in the sun, a cheeky smile spread over her pale lips as she would her arms around Namjoon’s, stood none other than Seulgi. Your mouth dropped open, in an attempt to gasp or to screech, the world would never know as you stood there frozen, your hyper mind now putting jumble pieces together.

Namjoon’s ex was Seulgi, the woman who he had said was in the same work he was in which was why he had to keep seeing her around…Seulgi was the assistant of the man who’d published his book.

But…but it couldn’t be…Mr. Jung had said that his ex had been mean, a horrible person to him…

The Seulgi you knew was sweet, kind…

No, Mr. Jung had said that she had been good on the surface…Seulgi from the party was the persona she showed everyone.

Even before your mind could register the fact that you got played, there was a knock and Namjoon stuck his head in.

“Hey, are you...ok – where did you get that?” he said, the concern fading from his voice as his eyes found the snapshot in your hands.

His eyes bugged, nostrils flared as his eyes went cold, entering the room to march over to you, snatching the photo out of your hands to glare at you.

“What do you think you’re doing, going through my things?” he snapped.

“I wasn’t…I was just…I dropped the towel on it and the book fell. I wasn’t snooping, I swear.” You stammered, quailing under Namjoon’s height when his eyes softened and he sighed, a hand coming up to rub at his face.

“I…I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I shouldn’t have snapped.” He said, wearily.

You stared up at him, still wary from the sudden change in his demeanor as he stared sadly at the photograph. Something like guilt was stirring up in your stomach. He was so obviously still in love with her and no matter how bad Seulgi was, she had to be too…you couldn’t not be in love with Namjoon.

Seulgi didn’t know you knew Namjoon. She had no reason to make it out that she was a victim.

“Namjoon,” you whispered to tell him your rumination and your heart ached.

It wasn’t fair. You had never felt as close to Namjoon before. Yes, he was mysterious and enigmatic and he drew you in from the start…even while you were looking at his pictures online. He could make you feel safe and comfortable around himself with little to no effort and yet he had his ways of remaining aloof, distant and coldly detached. The only time he spoke of his past love was when he wanted to make a point, speaking of her as if she was an entity he had withdrawn from, never giving her a name or identity.

But standing here, in his apartment, you had a peek into the real Kim Namjoon, the softer, human man underneath the Author who could see past the veils of reality. Was it so wrong to want more?

Namjoon was looking at you, waiting for you to talk.

“What…what do you feel for her now?” you asked, trying not to seem too guilty. His inquisitive eyes would definitely detect something wrong.

“What do you mean? I feel nothing for her anymore. She’s just a part of my past.” He said.

“Then why do you still keep her photo around…? You said you didn’t like clutter, emotional or physical.”

You knew you were coming off as pushy, but you just couldn’t stop.

“Y/N, stop…where is this coming from?” he snapped, his eyes back to cold.

“I’ve…met her.” You whispered and he froze, face going blank as he stared at you. “You what?” he asked softly.

“I…at the fundraiser…I met her and we talked…”

“And she told you how much of a fly away disappointment I was, did she?” he sneered. You didn’t have to look at his clenching arm to know he’d balled up the photograph by now.

“No! No, she didn’t…I think…she misses you,” you continued.

Namjoon raised his eyebrows in disbelief. “Is that what she told you, Y/N? Is that what she implied? Let me tell you, Miss Y/L/N,” he said, drawing closer and you flinched. “You know nothing about her. You don’t know the way she can get inside your mind and fuck with it. Don’t talk about think you don’t understand.” He said, simply, starting to turn away.

“But you need to get over her…just talk to her,” you pressed but he stopped you by facing you completely, fixing you with an icy glare.

“I am over her. I don’t need to talk things out to get over her. Talking to the people who made it very clear what they thought of you just to get a masochistic kick out of it, is for juvenile people like you.” he said and you pulled away finally, you eyes dropping from his.

“You’re right.” You said. You blinked twice. Ok, so that was how he felt. “I think I should go now. Thank you for all the advice you’ve given me and all the wonderful walks around the city. Goodbye Mr. Kim,” you said formally, looking up to see him looking sad again.

“Y/N…I didn’t,” he began but you cut him off. “Enjoy the rest of your day, I’ll give the hoodie to Mr. Jung to return to you and don’t worry I won’t tell anyone what happened last night.” You said, already walking past him to leave his apartment. “Let me drive you,” he started again but you shook your head. “I can find my own way.”

He didn’t stop you and you didn’t expect him to. Namjoon didn’t like clutter and right now that was exactly what you were to him, you felt as you put on your shoes. You caught him standing at the end of the foyer hallway, watching but you didn’t give him another look as you left the apartment, pulling his door close after you.

Once outside, you thanked your stars that you still had battery in your phone as you quickly ordered a taxi.

Entering your own apartment, you heaved a homely sigh of your own before grunting. Why did that have to remind you of him as well? It was likely you were never going to see the mysterious Kim Namjoon again. You would have to get over it and prepare for your graduation and your life after it which started in approximately – you glanced at your calendar – 7 days.

You stood in the middle of your living room for a few minutes, looking out the window, brushing away surprise tears that had no business being there. Namjoon wasn’t Jungkook, then why were you crying for him?

He was right. People did make clear what they thought of you one way or another – just like he himself had done. You had every right to stop thinking of him.

You moved to your charger and plugged in your phone, seeing a message from Namjoon already, asking if you had gotten safe that you sent a yes to before deleting it. The next was from Yerin, asking why Jungkook had been calling and texting her about who your new boyfriend was. You replied that you’ll tell her later and that you needed to sleep. The next was from Jungkook, asking if he could talk that you deleted without even opening it and the last was from Mr. Jung, asking if he could read an excerpt from your book.

You sighed, contemplating how to answer it when your eyes fell on your laptop.

Might as well…

You marched to it determinedly, booting it up and opening your document as you placed your fingers resolutely on the keys.

Flutters of laughter, shushing of teachers, flash photography from parents, and the genuine air of pride…

A bright beam lit up your face as you saw Yerin rushing to you, arm thrown wide open as she hugged you full force, her parents following with similar grins as they shook hands with your own parents.

“Oh my god, we’re here…we’re freaking graduating!” she practically screamed in your ear and you laughed, squeezing her back, as you turned to greet her parents with a polite smile and answered their questions.

“Did you get your speech? I hope you didn’t forget it.” Yerin urged and you patted the pocket of the denim jacket you were wearing under the graduation gown to show her you had safely tucked it there.

Of course, you had also memorized it.

Your mother gushed about the fact that you had been selected as this year’s valedictorian and reached up to correct your hair under the cap.

“Oh mom, please,” you whined, swatting at her hand as the supervising teacher came up to your group.

“Girls, in line please, and Miss Y/L/N, once you’re done in the lineup; please stay backstage for your speech.” Mr. Park said haggardly before moving off to tell other to get in line as well.

You and Yerin waved to your parents who whispered they’ll get the best seats before you were lining alphabetically.

You clapped your hands off as Yerin went to get her degree and nearly sweated them off when it was your turn.

Heart thudding, you climbed up to the platform stage and smiled blindly when Mr. Sihyuk handed you the roll of paper that you had worked for all these months. You whispered a thank you and faced the flashing cameras, unable to tell which one came from your family before the lady next to the headmaster was ushering you away and around the stage to wait for your speech.

Great, one down one to go, you told yourself. Oh how you wish…

No, you did not want to be thinking of him right now…

“Ready?” you turned to see Mr. Jung standing next to you, lips quirked when he saw you jump.

“Yeah, I mean yes, I think so…I hope so,” you said.

“You’ll be fine, just remember the pauses and breathe.” He said before checking his watch. “I need to go. Best of luck, Y/N and congratulations.” He said before he was ducking out from under the curtain put up to hide the backstage from the lights.

Soon enough, I walked to the podium set up for me as one of the technicians finished his adjustments.

“Good evening, teachers, students, notable alumni and all the parents gathered here today for this joyous event.” You began, making a small bow to everyone seated on their particular dais.

“I could begin this valedictorian speech like any of the ones that I have watched online…and heavily taken inspiration from because I have never done this before,” I said and there was smattering of chuckles echoing around the room.

“Or I can take new leaf, tell you about a few of my experiences and tell you about how they helped me become a better person somehow…and for those of you interested; a writer.”

You looked up from your papers with a small smile when you felt his gaze.

He was sitting on the second row, one of the special guests invited you noted and even though his face was clear of expression you could see the small tell tales of a smile brewing behind his dark wise eyes.

Your mouth parted a little and he raised his eyebrow, giving you a small nod indicating you to carry on.

You hurriedly looked down again.

“As I was saying, telling you all the same recycled things about how hard work and focus is all you need in life to succeed isn’t how I am going to give you my speech. I am going to give you the complete opposite. I want you all…to take it a little easy on yourselves.” You said, looking up again, but not directly at him.

“I know, it seems strange, isn’t taking it easy procrastinating and not being the best? Maybe, but you know what it is in another way? It’s not giving you stress. You don’t have to beat yourself over taking longer to complete a deadline, or getting a job or even coping with losses in life…and love.” You glanced once to where he was sitting.

“A wise person once told me that we writers are always scared of our works because we view it as a profession…something to worry about. Or that we’re just scared nobody would like it since it’s not really original. They told me, it might not be original…but it’s still new…because no one has heard it the way you want to tell it. The same way, you cannot and should not be worried about how other are living their lives…no one is living it the way you are. Try being you first, before just personnel…try rereading your chapters before you burn them all…”

You finally met his steady gaze.

“Maybe just before you burn, you’ll find something worth keeping in them.”

You folded your paper as you thanked the audience as applause broke out through the room. Smiling as you exited the stage, you were met first by your parents.

“That was an amazing speech, sweetie. Where did you get the inspiration?”

You glanced over their shoulder to see Namjoon already speaking to Mr. Jung. “Just…came flying my way,” you shrugged before letting them get to the buffet as you tried to locate your friends.

“Y/N!”

You turned to see Seulgi walking over to you, smiling as she engulfed you in a hug which you stiffly returned. Oh god, she was here…how were you supposed to act? Do you pretend you didn’t know? Do you brush her off? Do you act normal?

“Your speech was A+ material; I can see why they chose you. It was so bizarre though, the way you went off key there. It was out of the norm.” she said.

“Oh, yeah, my inspiration was kind of bizarre too.” you nervously chuckled.

“I could see that. Listen, are you doing something with your friends after this? I know, silly question but I want to take you out for drinks…real drinks, if you know what I mean.” She laughed and you hummed, looking around the room for Yerin or Taehyung or anyone you knew when you heard someone else call your name too.

You sighed, turning to see Jungkook rushing over to you. “You didn’t answer my texts.” He said.

“Yeah, within reason,” you gritted out. Seulgi looked at Jungkook then at you. “Is he the ex?” she asked quietly.

“Yeah,” you mumbled and Jungkook sighed too reaching for your arm.

“Baby, I just need you to listen to me once,” he urged. You shook his hand off roughly. “I did listen to you, Kook. I heard you loud and clear. You got what you wanted. Now just leave me alone, ok?” you said.

“Baby…”

“Don’t call her that,” Seulgi warned, “It’s graduation, ok? Let’s not create a scene.” She said, her tone becoming commanding. “Sure, so she can run off to her boyfriend?” Jungkook scoffed.

“Don’t do this, Jungkook.” You snapped.

You backed away from their stare off. Jungkook was so stubborn, he never listened to anyone if he could help it and right now you just did not want to deal with this. Seulgi looked at you. “She doesn’t have a boyfriend.” She said her voice sure and you suspected even condescending.

“Of course she does, there he is!” Jungkook stretched out his hand, a finger already up accusatorily and all of you turned to see where he was pointing, although you were pretty sure.

Namjoon was standing near the guests, Jung next to him as they spoke to a tall, older man with salt-pepper hair. When he felt the gaze of three people looking straight at him, he glanced up, eyes first meeting your panicked once, then sliding to Jungkook’s cocky ones and then lastly found Seulgi’s shocked, and rapidly becoming angry ones.

He stood there for a second, analyzing the situation before he was leaning towards his friend, muttering urgently in his ear as they both turned to talk to the man again.

“What do you mean, that’s her boyfriend? He can’t be her boyfriend. That’s Kim Namjoon!” Seulgi snapped, bringing Jungkook’s and your attention back to her.

“I know what I’m talking about, ok? He was at the movies with her and he called her his girlfriend.” Jungkook rolled his eyes and you had never wanted to claw them out than now.

Seulgi turned to look at you, eyebrows raised and teeth bared when you heard them.

“Mr. Jeon, can I help you with something?”

The small group of destruction turned to look at the approaching men. Mr. Jung was staring pointedly at Jungkook and he looked back defiantly before realizing his limits. His shoulders deflated as he let out a small, “No, Mr. Jung,” he said before giving you one last, if possible with his nerve, hurt look before turning on his heel and leaving.

Jung followed his with his eyes before glancing once at you and Seulgi, shooting her a nasty smile, “Good to see you again,” he mocked before looking at Namjoon, who nodded at his friend. Without another word, he turned and left as well, leaving you with the two exes.

“Long time no see, Seulgi,” Namjoon began.

“Whose fault was that?” She shot back.

“Can you really blame me?” Namjoon said.

They stared at each other and you had to say that you were impressed. None of them were willing to give up, even as Seulgi portrayed righteous anger flawlessly. Namjoon had a more pleasant countenance, but you knew it was to piss her off more than anything.

Seulgi suddenly glanced at you. “So, her?” she asked.

In another time, you’d have been pissed at how degrading she sounded when minutes earlier; you had been ‘A+ material’. Guess, Hoseok had been right, after all. Internally, Seulgi was really petty and horrible.

“Yes, her…what are you judging about us, exactly, this time?”

“Oh, just the fact that you down-graded so spectacularly,”

“You need a brush up on your vocabulary, Seulgi. I think you mean upgrade.” Namjoon returned.

You gaped at him. What was he even doing?

Seulgi bit her lip, her chin jutting out in a pout. “Namjoon please, don’t you see you’re hurting me? this…this has to end. I mean, I know I said a few things that you felt were wrong but you should’ve talked to me. you should’ve told me you were hurt. You shouldn’t have just left.” She said.

Namjoon took one step closer to her and dipped his volume.

“You told me you thought my work was going to be thrashed because I sounded like a teenage boy who was still high on stupid dreams. You told me I was never going to amount to anything. You sucked and sucked my morale, my esteem out of me; you told me you were better off without me so you could succeed without having to drag me along. Did I miss anything?”

Namjoon was still speaking quietly; not drawing attention as you stared at Seulgi is horror. How could such a pretty face be so venomous?

“I think you see why I picked her, Seulgi. Compared to you, she is a goddess walking the earth.” he said and that’s when you walked away.

Bursting out from the hall, you leaned against one of the brick walls, taking in deep breaths to calm your chaotic mind and erratic heart. What had just happened? Did you finally stand up to Jungkook without wanting to cry? Did Namjoon finally talk to his poisonous ex and you witnessed it?

So much…and at graduation…the one day you wanted to pass without event.

“So, that was quite the speech.”

You glanced to your side to see Namjoon standing near the door you had exited, the lighting from the hall dousing him in a spotlight.

You studied him for a bit. He was in a complete black suit tonight; dark gold hair fluffed a little to reveal his forehead. The gold accents on his collar shone from the light he was standing in.

You had probably lost your mind but you couldn’t help but think he looked damn right sexy at the moment.

It took you a moment to use your dry mouth. “Thanks,” you breathed as he walked over to lean against the wall next to you.

You both stayed silent for a while, watching the smattering of stars still visible in the night sky.

“Are you ok?” he asked.

“I guess, what about you?” you countered.

There was silence before he turned to give you a smile. “I feel good.”

You nodded before you sighed, pulling away from the wall. “Thanks for getting to me back there, she would’ve clawed me up.” You said, trying to get back to the door when he spoke up.

“I threw the photo away.”

You paused, turning to look at him.

“I threw that photo away…the day you left.” He said.

“Oh…good for you, right?” you asked.

“I thought so too, but I didn’t realize it until now.”

You looked at him, puzzled.

“When people are hurt, they feel like they have to close off, to prevent being hurt again. You become scared to get attached. You think the pain they felt was worth knowing the secrets to guarding your heart but you miss that beauty of having your heart racing again when it’s been still for so long.” He quoted.

“I wrote that.” You whispered.

“You did.” He smiled, “After I think you left my home, not that I can blame…or deny the observation.” He turned his head towards you.

“Do you know why Hoseok sent you to me? He could’ve sent you to any number of authors to get audited but why seek me out?” he asked.

You shook your head.

“You remind us of me. You’re exactly how I used to be when I was writing my first draft. I met Seulgi when I was doing the rounds of publishers to get printed. I honestly don’t know why she got together with me – at this point I don’t remember what I myself saw in her but once I got in with her boss, she was ecstatic. She was kind, supportive, everything I could’ve asked for before I started work on my second book. Suddenly I was a child, I had no prospects, no idea what to give to readers. I won’t tell you all the gory details but she hurt more than just my heart. I couldn’t write after I left her.” He chuckled bitterly.

“I took that trip to find myself…or rather get myself back. When I met you, I felt like if I could help you, I’d be doing the both of us a favor. You’d have a supportive, encouraging person who would listen to you with no intention of downgrading you and I would have my vision back. You helped me more than you know, Y/N.”

“Of course, then I had to go ruin it that day. I…I don’t regret what we did…not at all. If anything,” he suddenly cleared his throat. “I mean, that when I said those things, I want you to know I was not aiming them at you. I get…I get stupid when it comes to her. I become defensive, angry, and I know I did it because I had no closure. You were right. You were right along. So when you left, when I realized what I’d done, the first thing I did was to throw that damn thing in the bin.”

“I even wanted to call you but I thought…I didn’t deserve to if I was just going to go back to square one when you brought her up. You didn’t deserve to have another relationship where you had to be disappointed. Of course, not seeing you for so long did make me weak to temptation. When Hoseok invited me tonight, I couldn’t say no, especially since he said you’d be valedictorian. I knew you wouldn’t disappoint and you didn’t.”

He grinned, the full grin I had seen in the picture.

“Tonight, this altercation with her made me see that I was being stupid, holding on to hurt when the person causing it did not even care. Why should I be holding back…when my heart is willing to race again?” he whispered.

His hand brushed your wrist, sweeping under the graduation gown till he curled his arm around your waist, pulling you to him.

“What are you saying?” you questioned.

“I’m saying I’m sorry that I was an idiot and that I am not anymore. I’m saying that you make my heart race, Y/N and if I’m not very wrong, I make yours as well. I’m saying that I would like to pursue this, properly this time. I’m asking, would you be willing to take a chance with me?”

Very slowly, keeping your eyes locked on his, you nodded.

Namjoon kissed you, hard, hand coming up to pull your graduation cap off your head before he was pushing you back against the wall, his heart thudding against yours.

Mouth open to allow him to sweep his tongue in, you moaned feeling him reciprocate as he grinded against you breathlessly before pulling away, eye blown open.

“Thank you,” he said.

“Of course, now,” you said, winding your arms around his neck to pull him closer to you.

“Your place or mine?”

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Becoming Human

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Characters: Leo (Taekwoon) from VIXX x OC. Guest starring a bunch of idols.

Genre: fluff, romance, humour, angst, personal growth, suggestive conversations

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Tell Me, If This Is Love

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Characters: Do Kyungsoo x female reader

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King of Demons

Summary: every two years, the Devil himself is free to roam on Earth for one night. And during his visit he rashly took you with him back to Hell, unsure of why he had done such a thing. With your return to your homeland, you spent time trying to find a way to get back to the man you had fallen in love with.

This is the tale of the journey and sacrifice to make it towards the realm of love.

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Beyond The Palace Walls

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Genre: royal au / fluff / adventure / self-growth

Characters: Jung Jaehyun x female reader (feat. Ten, Lucas and Taeyong)

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Destined (To Love You Forever)

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Genre: soulmate au / angst / romance

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Too Good To Be Wrong

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Through His Eyes

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Characters: Im Jaebum x female reader

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AIRFORCE7

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Characters: GOT7 x female reader

Genre: pilot au / 1940-1950s era / romance / fluff / angst

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Could You Marry Me?

Summary: Marriage was something you dreamed of reaching after falling in love with the man of your dreams. Yet the romantic in you is thrown out the window when you end up having to fake your engagement with your personal assistant.

Genre: office au / ceo x personal assistant / co-workers to lovers au / romance / fluff / fake dating

Characters: Son Hyunwoo x female reader

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The Right Choice

Summary: You had hoped going to Korea to look after your estranged grandmother would allow you to connect in some way to your mother’s culture. However, being half-Korean and a single mother meant you would face the stigma of a narrow-minded society instead. Had you really made the right choice to come here?

Genre: single mother au / strangers to lovers au / angst / romance / self-growth

Characters: Mark Tuan x female reader

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Spiritual Connection

Summary: Ever since you were a child, you had known the five men who lived in your Grandmother’s house. What you weren’t expecting upon returning as an adult was that they would still be there - and look exactly the same.

Genre: ghost au / fluff / romance

Characters: Brian Kang / DAY6 x female reader

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You Didn’t Let Me!

Summary: It took you three guys to realise you had been running from love all along. When you finally meet up again at a university reunion, you weren’t prepared to answer the question of who you wanted most.

Genre: romance / angst / self-growth au

Characters: Yoo Kihyun x Park Jinyoung x Lee Seunggi x female reader

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Reconciliation

Summary: You had allowed yourself to be undervalued for too long, as a business partner and lover of Im Jaebum and so you left him for good. When you crossed paths again, not all was how you imagined it to be. Could you reconcile after all the pain?

Genre: ex-lovers au / angst / romance / business au

Characters: Im Jaebum x female reader

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Down By The Lake

Summary: It was only meant to be a stolen moment between you and your lover Daehyun and ended with him framed for murdering your best friend. With the assistance of your aloof friend Inspector Bang, could you find the real culprit called The Pauper, in time to clear Daehyun’s name?

Genre: murder mystery / periodic au / horror-ish

Characters: Jung Daehyun x female reader ft. Bang Yongguk

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What A Tease [M]

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Band Sessions

Summary: The band’s studio was home to many things. Instruments and assorted sound gear, not to mention a multitude of cords running all around the place, connecting the power of Day6 to each other. But it wasn’t just music that rocked these walls. Friendships and love confessions found their way into the mix, sounding around the room and creating the memories of Day6′s youth.

Genre: band au / university au / romance / fluff

Characters: Day6 x female reader

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10 Dates

Summary: Kim Junmyeon was the epitome of a perfect catch - he was successful, handsome and everything you currently didn’t want in a man. Yet after agreeing to his request to give him 10 dates in total to change your mind, you realised you might have been looking for someone like him all along.

Genre: dating au / romance

Characters: Kim Junmyeon x female reader

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Forsaken

Summary: As one of the Forsaken, Jinyoung had no right to covet anything as his own. When he stumbles across you standing in the middle of the village he had plundered, the memories of old make him risk it all, clutching at the past in hopes for a better future.

Genre: warrior au / star crossed lovers / angst / romance

Characters: Park Jinyoung x female reader

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MonX Hospital

Summary: MonX Hospital is bustling with activity between patients and the health professionals who work there. This series looks at the different professions within the hospital and how they deal with personal feelings and professional ones.

Genre: romance / fluff

Characters: Monsta X x female reader

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Bloodstone

Summary: You knew all about the ring your grandmother had told you about and yet when the stone fell from it one fateful day, you weren’t truly prepared for its return, nor who it came back with.

Genre: romance / fantasy / a little angst

Characters: Kim Namjoon x female reader

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To Be Continued

Summary: As an author, you had created Brian Kang for your current trilogy series to represent the ultimate man that everyone would love, along with Charli Evers - your female protagonist. What you hadn’t expected was for him to find a way out of the story and begin shaping up your world instead

Genre: writer au / romance / fantasy

Characters: Brian Kang x female writer (ft. Park Sungjin)

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The Cowboy

Summary: Leaving the city for a rural area called Blayne seemed simple enough. Your task was to convince the people to agree with selling their land for a resort redevelopment. But once there, you soon realise that your city ways are entirely different to theirs. Winning their trust was going to take some effort, and when you start to fall for a local cowboy, you wonder if you really needed Blayne more than the city life after all.

Genre: cowboy au / drama / romance / if you squint there’s some enemies to lovers up in here.

Characters: Jung Jaehyun x female reader

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Magnetic

Summary: You and Kihyun hadn’t worked as a couple. The fighting was endless, and no make-up sex could repair the damage unfolding between you. Years on, you cross paths with the man again. Will it be the same as before?

Genre: exes to lovers / angst / romance

Characters: Yoo Kihyun x female reader

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Someone Real

Summary: You had nurtured a crush on Brian Kang since high school. So, when he asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend for a family gathering, you jump at the chance and your fantasies start to come to life. However, instead of how you imagined your feelings to bloom, your new neighbour Jae shows you another path to love.

Genre: romance / fluff / angst / fake dating + fwb au / neighbours to lovers au

Characters: Jae Park / Brian Kang x female reader

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The Caretaker

Summary: Ever since moving to this township, you had been curious about the abandoned quarry home. Everyone else saw it as a haunted and creepy house, but as an up and coming interior designer, you were entranced by the intricate details. And once you met the caretaker of the property, you were determined to find out all about the house and the man who guarded it.

Genre: romance / angst / sad-fluff / ghost au

Characters: Son Hyunwoo x female reader

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The Trial Period

Summary: When the perfect studio space comes up, you leap at the chance to take it. Except, so has Park Jinyoung, someone you have hated for the past three years. Given three months to share the space before deciding who will claim it, can you push Jinyoung out by the end of your trial period, or will you find that the tactics you both use leads to something unexpected?

Genre: romance / suggestive / enemies to lovers au

Characters: Park Jinyoung x female reader

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Reignite

Summary: You had expected married life to be more exciting than it had become only a few years into being Mrs Byun. Deciding to work on reigniting your passion with your Baekhyun, you find along the way that being comfortable with your husband wasn’t so bad.

Genre: romance / married life au

Characters: Byun Baekhyun x female reader

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Out Of The Shadows

Summary: Singing was the only thing that kept you breathing. To Kihyun, you were too talented to step away from. And by a cruel twist of fate, because of him, you became a singer - except you only sang in the shadows.

Genre: idol au / angst / drama / romance

Characters: Yoo Kihyun x female reader

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Conveniently Yours

Summary: You knew better than to enter a marriage of convenience with your boss’ grandson. But you wanted that senior partnership, and it wasn’t as if Jaebum was a stranger - you knew him rather intimately. It was only a year together, and then you could divorce him and achieve your biggest career goal. But would it be as simple as that?

Genre: romance / marriage of convenience

Pairing: Im Jaebum x female reader

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S/N : I cannot stress this enough. This is NOT a smut fic. what is written in this fic isn’t in any way meant to glamorize or sexualize any of the serious topics that are included here. if you are sensitive to any of the topics in this fic, please please please either read this with caution or don’t read it at all. I care more about your mental health and safety than anything. if you do decide to read, i hope you realize what i am trying to do with this.

National Domestic Violence Hotline

Genre/Warnings - Angst, Male R*pe/Non-Con,Stalking, Domestic Violence, Mental Disorder, S*icide Mentions ; Original Characters

Wordcount - 10.3k

Summary :: Amaya never thought she’d have to find her best friend like this. But when she did, she knew she had to help him through his trauma.

Mar :: Convalesce :: Replevin :: Apprehension :: Comprehension :: Exeunt

AO3 Cross-Post

It was early in the afternoon when Amaya got a sudden call from her long time best friend, Hoseok. It wasn't really like him to call— he opted for texting instead— so she was a bit confused when she saw his name pop up on the caller ID of her phone. But she answered nonetheless.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Amaya! Um… You don't mind if I crash at yours tonight, do you?”

Amaya could hear the hesitance in Hoseok's voice, telling her that the elder was either nervous or embarrassed about asking the question— like he always was.

“Of course, Hobi. You're always welcome at my place!”

She heard a relieved sigh crackle through the phone and then a small chuckle before Hoseok responded, “Oh, thank god… I really owe you one, Amaya.”

“Don't even mention it!” Amaya giggled to herself as she spoke to Hoseok, “I'll see you later tonight?”

“Yeah. Tonight.”

And with that, he hung up.

Amaya hummed to herself, finding it strange how Hoseok had spoken. The two of them had been best friends since high school; she knew Hoseok like the back of her hand. And she just knew that something was a bit off about what he had said, the way he had said it. She shrugged it off though, thinking that maybe Hoseok had gotten into another fight with Yerin, his long time girlfriend, for the second time that week.

Being friends for nearly fifteen years, Amaya knew everything about Hoseok. Hoseok was a naturally shy person, not being able to open up to people until he got to know them a little better. She and Hoseok were complete opposites, but that's what made the two of them the perfect pair. In high school, it didn't take that long for Amaya to become friends with him when they were freshmen. Even now, years later, they're as close as they were back then. Whenever Hoseok needed Amaya , she was there like his crutch; vice versa for Amaya. The two of them were inseparable.

That is, until Hoseok started dating Yerin.

Hoseok and Yerin had met their sophomore year of college. They seemed like the perfect couple to anyone who saw them— always smiling and laughing with each other, showing dubious amounts of affection toward each other. It was as if they were made for each other. They fit together like two pieces of a puzzle; they were perfect for each other.

At first.

Somewhere along the way, Yerin had become fairly possessive of him, only wanting Hoseok to herself. It put a small gap in his and Amaya’s friendship, but she didn't really mind it. All she cared about was seeing Hoseok happy — and for the most part, he was. For the most part, Hoseok and Yerin were problem free, but over time, things got a little more hostile, more negative. The two would get into fights often, Hoseok calling Amaya and talking to her about it right after and then another argument happening because he was talking to her. It was a never ending cycle, and in the end, they compromised.

Amaya and Hoseok stopped talking as often— she'd been lucky to talk to him once a month— which seemed to please Yerin.

When Hoseok told Amaya that he wouldn't be able to talk to her as often, he sounded guilty, apologizing and telling Amaya that it wasn't because of her but because of how protective Yerin was of him.

Amaya herself wouldn’t have called it protective— maybe a different word— but nonetheless she told him that she didn't mind as long as he was happy, which she had thought he was. Besides, it wasn't like the two were never going to talk anymore. It didn't matter how often they talked to each other, Amaya and Hoseok were still going to be best friends no matter what. No matter how protective Yerin was, that wouldn’t change how close the two of them were.

Amaya didn’t know the exact date that Hoseok first asked to stay over at her place for the night, but it was around four months ago last spring. Of course, she obliged, happy that she would be able to see her friend after a long time of no physical communication. When he first came over, Amaya just thought he had gotten into a very heated argument with Yerin, and when she asked him about it, he just shrugged and told her:

"Something like that."

He'd always left in the morning, not even saying goodbye to Amaya. He left the guest room exactly how it was before he got there, bed perfectly made, curtains open and the small wardrobe containing some of his clothes neatly organized. The only thing that would actually indicate that he had even stayed the night was the note he would always leave on the bedside table.

thanks for letting me crash here tonight! i owe you one

-H :)

Today wasn't anything new, but it was definitely surprising. It was the second time Hoseok had asked to stay over this week— he had never asked to stay over so often. This would make it the fifth time he came over this month. It started to concern Amaya how often he was getting into fights with Yerin. To her, it was bordering toxic, but she didn't say anything about it. It wasn't her relationship, she had no say in what he did or didn't do, and Amaya thought that maybe it would all cool down in a while. Every good relationship had downfalls like this, right? Things will get better for them, they're just hitting a rough patch. Relationships like Hoseok and Yerin's always work out in the long run.

But what kind of relationship did Hoseok and Yerin actually have?

Amaya thought they had a fairly good relationship. It seemed like they loved each other whenever she saw them — his arm wrapped around her shoulders, the two of them nothing but smiles and heart eyes.

A picture perfect couple.

She didn't really understand what it was they could possibly have fought about, but again, it wasn't her relationship. She didn't know what went down behind closed doors.

Not yet, at least.

Knock Knock Knock

She went up to the front door, instantly greeted by Hoseok's heart shaped smile. He pulled her in for a quick hug (‘maybe a little too quick’, she thought to herself), a light chuckle coming from his lungs as he embraced her. He had missed Amaya, that was obvious. Even though they had seen each other earlier this week, Amaya had missed him too. It had been too long since she had actually seen Hoseok. The last time he came over, he hadn't left his room, so Amaya didn't really have time to actually talk to him.

"I brought jjajangmyeon. Extra pickled radish, just for you." Hoseok lifted up a black plastic bag containing food, Amaya’s favorite food to be exact. He gave her another smile before walking in and setting the bag down on the kitchen table. Amaya nodded and made her way over to the couch as he followed, the two of them falling down on it with loud sighs. Amaya outstretched her arms, resting them on the back of the couch and looked over at Hoseok.

"You get into another fight with Yerin?"

She waited for him to shrug

Hoseok shrugged giving Amaya a nervous— somewhat fearful— smile.

'Something like that.'

"Something like that."

Amaya nodded and pursed her lips, taking the TV remote and surfing the channels for a movie. As they tried to find a movie, talking to each other about what kind they wanted to watch for the night (Amaya voting for a horror film, while Hoseok chose a Disney), Hoseok's phone was buzzing nonstop against the armrest of the couch. Hoseok had tried to act as if he couldn't hear it, but it constantly went off.

Over and over and over again.

Amaya glanced at the screen of his phone and noticed they were all messages from Yerin, but she couldn't really see what they said. When it seemed as if the buzzing wasn't going to stop, Hoseok suddenly took the phone in his hand and stood up.

"I'm just gonna… I’m gonna put this in the room. Be right back."

He walked past Amaya to the guest room, opening the door and walking inside for a moment before coming back into the living room and sitting on the couch with a loud sigh. "Sorry about that..." Amaya shook her head at him, telling him it was no problem and going back to searching.

"So what's been going on? We didn't really get to talk the other day." Amaya didn't look at Hoseok when she asked the question, continuing to surf channels as she lazily sat back against the couch, trying to make the question sound as casual as possible. Hoseok chuckled nervously, trying to seem as if he were getting comfortable on the couch, but Amaya could tell he was tense. Though he was trying to relax, his body was stiff. Amaya didn't say anything about it though, letting him speak as she continued to surf through Netflix.

"I..." he sighed before continuing, "I don't know, Amaya. We've just been getting into a lot of fights. That's all."

She knew he was lying.

"Jung Hoseok." Amaya scolded him, finally prying her eyes away from the TV and looking at him. Hoseok smiled at her and laughed, holding out his hands in defense as if he knew she were going to smack his arm like she’s done many times before.

"I promise, Amaya! We've just been... disagreeing with each other lately. It's nothing serious, Amaya, I swear." He laughed again, this time a hint of nervousness laced around it, as if Amaya was going to catch on to his lie. Well, she already had, but she wasn't going to press him any further. Amaya just nodded and looked back at the TV, finally finding a movie that the two of them could watch.

Amaya stood back up and walked over to the kitchen table, taking the two bowls of jjajangmyeon out of the bag along with the large container of pickled radish. She mixed the noodles and took them back to the couch, handing Hoseok one of the bowls and sitting back down on the couch, eating silently as the two of them watched the movie. Even as he ate, something seemed off about Hoseok to her. Yes he was looking at the TV, but it didn't really look like he was watching the movie. As Amaya stared at him from the corners of her eyes, she noticed that he was deep in thought, his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth moving very slowly as he ate. He hadn't even noticed that she was now looking straight at him. Amaya was looking at his expression at first, but eventually, something peeking from under his shorts quickly caught her attention, it's deep purple and blue hue enveloped by a grotesque yellow border.

Was that a...

Amaya looked back at Hoseok's face, concern completely spread across her own, and she reached her hand out to lightly touch his arm. She were about to ask him what was really going on, but what Amaya was about to say caught in her throat when Hoseok flinched with wide eyes, scooting further away from her on the couch when she finally broke him out of his trance. He smiled at her briefly, hoping she hadn’t seen his reaction to her touching him, before looking back at the TV.

"Hoseok..." Amaya started. Her voice was quiet as she looked at him with a mixture of concern and fear for what may actually be happening to him. "What's going on with you and Yerin? Are you okay?"

"It's nothing..." he barely whispered to her before looking at her with a fake smile. "It's really nothing, Amaya. Promise!"

"Then what's that on your thigh?" she pointed at the purple mark on the side of Hoseok's thigh, not even pretending not to notice it anymore. Hoseok tried to play it off, giving Amaya a smile as he shook his head.

"I just bumped it on the coffee table back at home. Don't worry about it, Amaya!" he chuckled nervously and gave her another fake smile while trying to pull the hem of his shorts down further and covering his thigh. "Let's just go back to watching the movie, okay?" He shifted his gaze back to the TV, stealing glances at Amaya a few times until she stopped staring at him, going back to watching the movie and eating her food.

Amaya thought about it for a while. Maybe she was blowing it all out of proportion. Maybe they were just getting into a lot of fights. There was a possibility that he could actually have just bumped his thigh on the coffee table, he had always been a bit of a clumsy person. That was it, she thought. Amaya’s thoughts calmed down her assumptions as she stared at the TV.

Like a good friend (or maybe like a naive idiot), she believed him.

After the movie finished, Hoseok told Amaya that he was tired, saying that he had a long day at work and that the fight he had with Yerin had also exhausted him. Of course, Amaya had told him okay and left him at that, going into her own room to get some sleep since she had to work the early shift the next morning. They told each other their good nights and went into their respective rooms, Hoseok closing the door and leaning back against it as he ran his hands through his hair, tugging lightly at the roots.

He could hear that his phone was still buzzing against the mattress.

He sighed as he walked over to the phone and checked his messages. He had over 300 messages, 50 missed calls, and 10 voicemails from Yerin. He deleted the voicemails, not wanting to hear her voice at the moment, but he checked a few of the messages, his face dropping when he did.

Yerin: Hobi

Yerin: Love

Yerin: Where did you go?

Yerin: You're with Amaya, aren't you?

Yerin: Of course you are

Yerin: You fucking whore

Yerin: Ignoring my messages???

Yerin: Just wait til you get home.

Yerin: You're gonna get it

Hoseok felt dread wash over him as he read Yerin's messages. He didn't want to go home now, knowing that if he did, he'd just have to deal with her and whatever she has in store for him. He turned off his phone and set it down on the bedside table, falling onto the bed and forcing himself to sleep.

Hoseok wanted to sleep to relax— to get things like this off of his mind, but all it did was amplify the problem. When he slept, images of Yerin popped into his head, infiltrating the one place he thought he could be away from her. It’s safe to say that his sleep wasn’t a restful one, and he woke up feeling worse than he did before he went to bed.

Hoseok checked the time— 11 AM. He knew that Amaya was most likely gone by now, probably going off to work a few hours earlier. He wanted to stay at her place for a little while longer. Another day wouldn’t hurt, right? He

Hoseok sighed to himself and got out of the bed, making it neat again and shuffling out of his room to the bathroom right across from it.

He looked at himself in the mirror— deep bags under his eyes, a tired frown across his face. The sight of himself he was seeing only made him want to hang his head in shame.

Pathetic.

He stood there for a moment before lifting himself upright and walking toward the shower. Turning the water on, watching the steam accumulate in the air, the feeling was somewhat suffocating to Hoseok. The air was becoming too thick for him, and his mind made it seem like his throat was closing, restricting any air from coming through. He took a deep breath just to make sure his mind wasn't playing tricks on him.

Once he took off his shirt, Hoseok immediately started to hate himself more as he stared down at his torso, the splashes of purple and yellow and blue spread all across it. He ran his hand across the colors gently, wincing slightly when skin made contact with skin. He hated the colors, the ugly, sickening hue they gave his body.

He hated himself.

He took a shower that morning, hoping that the dirty colors would be washed away with the water.

Unfortunately, they didn’t go away.

Hoseok ate in silence at the kitchen table, chewing slowly as he was deep in thought. Maybe he could just... break up with Yerin. Yeah. Maybe he could do that if she let him.

If she let him.

There were multiple occasions where Hoseok had tried to break up with Yerin, telling her he didn't feel anything for her anymore. It was no hard feelings, really. Just a college relationship gone dry. But every time Hoseok tried to end things, Yerin would do whatever she could to make him stay— some things more sinister than others. But maybe this time she would let him leave.

If she let him

He doubted that would happen, but a man could dream.

Hoseok stayed in his room for the rest of the day— sleeping, waking up, rinsing and repeating— coming back out at around 10 PM. He tidied the room back up, making the bed again and leaving a note on the bedside table thanking Amaya for letting him stay over, like he always did.

When he walked out of the room, Amaya was in the kitchen, a cup of coffee in her hand. Her eyes looked tired, exhausted as if she were going to fall asleep at any given moment, but they perked open a bit wider in surprise when she saw Hoseok walk past her, not really knowing that he would still be there. Not expecting him to still be there. But Amaya played it off as if she wasn't surprised and just raised an eyebrow at him. "You going home?"

"Uh, yeah." He stopped at the front door and looked at her with a soft smile. "I'm gonna talk it out with her, try to make things a little better between us, you know?"

Amaya hummed and nodded at him, understanding what he was saying somewhat.

"What's a relationship for if you can't get through hard times?"

"Yeah..." She took a sip of her coffee as she looked at him, his smile beginning to waver. There was a deafening silence between the two of them that seemed to last a lifetime until Hoseok put his hand around the doorknob.

"Well, I'm just gonna.. I'm gonna go now... See you later, Amaya."

"See you later..."

He gently closed the door behind him, leaving Amaya wondering as he got in his car and drove off.

The drive home was silent, only the sound of the wind whirring through the crack between the window and the car door. Hoseok invited the noise with ease, thankful that the high pitched sound was loud enough to drown out his roaming thoughts— thoughts that had been screaming at him ever since he had woken up. Even if it were just for a moment, Hoseok wanted his mind to be cleared before he had to go home. He wanted to think about anything other than what might happen when he would have to confront Yerin. He just wanted to be calm.

The ride home wasn't long enough.

He was parked in the parking lot, only a few feet away from the place he called home— the place with her. Only a few feet away, but he wished he were thousands, millions of miles further. His hands were sweaty against the steering wheel, breathing shallow, stomach churning.

He stared up at their shared apartment, seeing the light through the window of their living room. He knew what it meant, and it only made him more anxious. He took a deep breath and took the key out of ignition.

Once he got out, he walked as if he were striding through molasses and prayed that the path to their front door would grow longer with each step he took. But it didn't, and eventually, he was at the door. Before he could even bring his hand up to the doorknob, the door opened and he was met with Yerin's small figure.

"Hi, Hobi."

Her voice was saccharine and laced with trace amounts of poison when she spoke to Hoseok. He knew that the sweetness in her voice was merely a facade, though.

He knew he had to play her game now.

"Hey, babe. I.. I missed you" he hesitated for a second, but he gave her a fake smile and walked inside, hoping she didn't notice his hesitation. He went into the kitchen, pulling a glass from the cabinet above the stove and pouring himself some water— testing the waters, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he’ll be off the hook this once. Slowly, he put the glass up to his lips, but it fell from his hand, falling on the ground and the water staining his legs and feet as he gasped out in pain.

The feeling of Yerin's arms wrapping around his waist, her hands pressing hard against his torso, was unbearable. The dull pain made his body shake, his breathing shorten. He clenched his fists, digging his fingernails into his palms as he stammered out through gritted teeth. "Y-Yerin..."

"Where were you, hm?" She calmly asked him. "Were you at Amaya's place?" Hoseok stayed silent, not looking at Yerin as he endured the pain shooting through his whole body. His short breaths were beginning to shake as she added more pressure, trying to push him to the edge. "I asked you a question, Hobi."

Hoseok groaned in pain, gritting his teeth even harder than he already had been as he hung his head down.

"Ye… Y-yes..."

"Hmmm..." Yerin applied more pressure to Hoseok's middle, causing the male to audibly cry out, tears starting to spring up in the corners of his eyes from the pain. She exhaled, looking up at Hoseok from his side with a light pout, her head tilted slightly. "You know how i feel about you going there, yet you were at Amaya's place. For two days... and that wasn't even the first time this week that you went over there... Tell me, Baby." she squinted her eyes at Hoseok, smile fading and her grip tightening on Hoseok like a vice.

"Did you fuck Amaya?"

"No!"

Hoseok tried to make his voice sound stern and unwavering, but it squeaked out, sounding unsure and as if he were lying. "I-I... I didn't fuck Amaya. I swear."

"I don't believe you." Yerin loosened her grip on Hoseok, slipping her ice-like hands under his shirt and running her fingers across the three colored skin. the feeling made him shiver, the hairs on the nape of his neck beginning to raise in a sick anticipation for what was to happen next.

Hoseok cried out at the feeling of Yerin digging her fingertips into the skin of his abdomen, the tears that had gathered in his eyes beginning to fall uncontrollably.

"I bet you had fun, whoring around with Amaya" she harshly dragged her fingers along Hoseok's skin, letting her fingernails scratch him until she could feel welts form.

Hoseok took hold of her hands, whimpering as he did.

"Please… p-please stop..."

Yerin pouted as she looked at his face, noticing the streaks along his flushed cheeks.

"Are you crying?"

her voice was sweet as she spoke to Hoseok. So sweet that he would think she were trying to comfort him if she weren't the one causing his pain. "Fucking pathetic. No one's ever going to want a weak bitch like you. You call yourself a man?"

The juxtaposition of Yerin's voice and her words made Hoseok's head hurt, having him hang his head down as individual tears began to splash onto the hardwood of their kitchen floor.

"You're lucky even I tolerate you." She sighed in annoyance as she let go of Hoseok, taking a step back as he wiped his eyes and looked over at her. "Strip."

Hoseok's eyes widened at her demand "I... What?"

"Did I stutter?" the sweetness in her voice was gone, all that's left being bitter venom that made Hoseok's stomach drop. "I said, Strip."

Hoseok shuddered at the harshness of her voice, it booming and echoing in his ears as his breath caught in his throat. "I-" his voice was quiet, scared and unconfident. He was hesitating, mostly stalling so he wouldn't have to take his clothes off in front of Yerin, so he wouldn't have to see his bruises and the welts she had left on him. "I don't want to..."

"Did I ask what you wanted? I don't think I did." Yerin leaned against the kitchen table with a raised eyebrow. "I'm not going to tell you again, Hobi."

Hoseok shakily exhaled, bringing his hands to the hem of his shirt and pulling it off. He felt cold once he took it off, covering his middle with his arms as he looked down at his feet.

"The rest."

Hoseok felt dirty, disgusting as he undid his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them down along with his underwear. He was completely bare in front of Yerin, covering below his waist with his hands. He was in his most vulnerable state in front of her, everything out for her to see.

It didn't feel right. Hoseok didn't like how his eyes kept watering as he stood naked in their kitchen. He hung his head back down as he stood still, every hum and murmur coming from Yerin amplified in his ears as he feared what she would make him do next.

The held back hiccups and sobs burned at his throat, trying desperately to come out as tears hit his feet.

He hated this; this isn't what he's supposed to feel like whenever he's with Yerin. He's not supposed to be afraid of his girlfriend, someone he should love unconditionally and share happy moments with. A whimper unconsciously escaped his lips as he kept his head down, his tears falling freely again as he spoke.

"I'm sorry..."

"You're sorry?” Yerin straightened herself from the table, taking slow strides closer to Hoseok. “Sorry for what, Hobi?” She tilted her head as she looked at Hoseok's abdomen, the red marks her fingertips created becoming more prominent on his skin. They felt warm as she glided the pads of her fingers across them, bringing her hand down to Hoseok's and moving them away from his center. She gripped him tightly with her free hand, causing Hoseok to yelp in pain as his whole body tensed up. "Sorry for being a slut? For not telling me where you fucking went so you could let Amaya play with your cock?" She looked up at him, smirking at the tears that were streaming down his cheeks as he looked up at the ceiling, trying his hardest to endure the pain. Hoseok was breathing heavily, tiny whimpers coming from his throat as Yerin tightened her grip more and more as each second passed.

"I... didn't let-"

"Sure you did, Hobi." Yerin squeezed tighter. "Why else would you not tell me where you had gone, Hm? Just tell me the truth."

Hoseok groaned loudly as the pain became too much to bear. "I didn't fuck Amaya!" his voice was hoarse as he spoke out to Yerin, finally looking down at her with wet eyes and a terrified expression. "I didn't even touch Amaya… She’s... I-I swear... I swear I didn't..."

Yerin pursed her lips and nodded, letting go of Hoseok and taking a step back. "Still lying to me? I see how it is..." She looked him up and down, a disgusted expression spread across her face as she stared at his bruised body. "Go in the bedroom and wait for me in there."

Hoseok was hesitant to move, his hands going back down to cover himself as he stood before Yerin. The cold air that surrounded him gave him goosebumps, chilling his spine and rendering him stiff, immobile.

"Hoseok. Go in the bedroom right now."

He didn't want to go. He knew he didn't want to go, but Hoseok's legs deceived him as he made his way to their bedroom.

The bed dipped from the pressure of his body weight. His heart was pounding in his chest; he could've sworn that anyone within a ten foot radius would be able to heart the loud thrumming that was coming from Hoseok's body. Sweat from his hands was beginning to stain the dull purple sheets of the bed as he sat, each second that whisked by feeling like a lifetime. Eventually he could hear a soft voice swimming through the halls of the apartment, bouncing off the walls and dancing with his eardrums.

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Singing my life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

Telling my whole life with his words

killing me softly with his song…

It was the song.

It was their song.

It was a song that used to harbor so much love in Hoseok's heart, so much happiness. It was the song he and Yerin first kissed to, the song they first made love to, the song he initially wanted playing when he proposed to Yerin.

Now, that song— a song that would soothe him to sleep if need be, would calm him when he was at his angriest, their song— only made a drowning fear wash over Hoseok and told him one thing.

He was to be punished.

The light tap tap tap of Yerin's feet padding across the hall as she walked closer and closer to their bedroom made Hoseok want to scream and hide away. He wanted to be anywhere but where he was now 'I wish I had stayed at Amaya's', he thought, but he knew if he had stayed any longer it would've just gotten worse, he would've had more purple and yellow marks on more than just his torso. He just knew it, so maybe it was for the best that he had come back when he did.

Yerin walked inside their room with a large candle, two long lengths of rope and a black strip of fabric.

"Hobi, love. Sit back against the headboard."

Hoseok swallowed harshly as he peered up at Yerin. He found it pathetic how he saw someone with a figure like hers, someone as dainty and petite as her to where Hoseok actually towered over her, as terrifying as he did. That was it. He was terrified of Yerin, his girlfriend, beyond belief. He thought it was damn near laughable. What would people think of him if they knew he was scared of someone smaller than him— that he was being hurt like this by someone who was physically weaker than him? It's exactly as Yerin said it was.

It was fucking pathetic.

He scooted himself back against the headboard, the cold wood making him wince and shudder as he pressed his bare back against it.

Yerin slung one of the ropes over her shoulder, stretching out the other and grabbing hold of Hoseok's arm. She pinned it up to the frame of the headboard, making sure his wrist was flush with the wood before tying the rope tightly around his wrist and forearm, nearly cutting off circulation.

Hoseok said nothing as this happened to him. The rope cut into his skin, making it known to him that Yerin wanted there to be marks left on his wrists by the end of the night.

As she moved onto the next arm, so many thoughts and silent questions roamed through his mind. How did he get in this position, being scared to come home because he didn't want to get hurt? When did their relationship shift from cute pet names and loving kisses that lingered to degrading, hurtful insults directed toward him and bruises so bad that they lasted for weeks at a time? When did the cute pet name, 'Hobi', develop such a hateful edge to it whenever it left Yerin's lips?

What had he done to deserve this?

He had to have done something to make her so angry in the first place; there's no way she'd have done something so vile, so foul, so sinister, unprovoked. No, he had to have done something. That was the only explanation. It was his fault, and if it was his fault, then he must have deserved it.

Suddenly everything was black. He couldn't see anything as Yerin covered his face with the strip of fabric. "Y-Yerin... I d-don't want it. please..." Hoseok pleaded with her, already beginning to struggle in his binds. He hated being blindfolded. He absolutely despised it because he was left completely vulnerable to whatever Yerin was planning on doing to him. He wouldn't be able to brace himself for whatever act she would put upon him. He could only wait and pray that it was nothing too severe.

"That's too bad, love. You should have thought about that before you lied to me."

"But... I didn't lie..." Hoseok heard the striking of a match, smelling the phosphorus as the fire burned on the tip. The soft crackling of the candle wick popped in his ears and he began to tense up, his breathing becoming short and shallow as he knew what was going to happen next. "I swear! I didn't lie to you... please, I'm sorry! I didn't lie."

"You keep saying that," her poisonous honey voice was right in the shell of his ear and he flinched, He could feel her hot breath against him, she was in such close proximity. "But I still don't believe you."

Drip.

Hoseok cried out in pain, arching his back and once again trying to free himself from his restraints when the first drop of hot candle wax fell onto his thigh. It was a searing pain, one that lingered for far too long for him to bear, and he couldn't control the whimpers and sobs that ripped through his throat. "Besides..." Yerin continued, letting another drop of wax fall onto a random part of his body and causing him to cry out again, his muscles tensing as he tried to endure the pain. "Why would I believe a whore like you? Hm?" Another drop, another yelp and sob, another tug at the ropes that wouldn't budge. "All whores lie. Especially the one in front of me right now."

"I'M SORRY!" Hoseok began screaming, not being able to handle it anymore. His blindfold was soaked with his tears, stuck to his face as he cried. "I'M SORRY! PLEASE... I'M SO SORRY!" His wrists were beginning to bleed with how hard he tugged and tried and failed to break free from the ropes. "PLEASE FORGIVE ME, I'M SO SORRY, PLEASE!" He didn't know exactly what he was apologizing for, but the two words fell from his mouth like a mantra as Yerin kept dropping wax on his body; drop after agonizing drop his screams grew louder and louder.

"Please... I'm sorry. I'm sorry.. I- Fuck...I'm so sorry... Please..."

"What are you sorry for, Hobi?" Yerin's voice was a soft whisper.

Hoseok was basically wailing at this point, drops of blood falling from his wrists and staining the bed sheets, sweat beading across his chest and forehead and his breaths becoming labored and sporadic, tears staining the blindfold and beginning to stream down his cheeks. His throat was beginning to sting already from how hard he was screaming. This was too much.

All of this was too much for Hoseok.

"Sorry for not telling me where you were for two days? Sorry for going over to Amaya's even when i told you not to? For being a fucking slut and fucking Amaya like the disgusting whore you are? Hm? Is that what you're sorry for?"

"Yes!" Hoseok cried out, shaking vigorously and pulling against his binds again, not caring that his wrists were bleeding.

He just wanted it to end.

He just wanted to get out.

"Yes, all of it! I'm sorry! I swear to God I’m so fucking sorry!" He was saying what she wanted to hear. He was desperate; he only wanted to be untied, let out so he could hide away again, so he could pretend none of this happened again. "I'm Sorry... Please stop now! I promise I'll be good, please!"

"I don't know, Hobi." Yerin huffed as she poured a large amount of melted wax onto his abdomen, causing Hoseok to throw his head back and scream painfully, it coming out choked and slowly turning into a high pitched whimper as he hit his head against the headboard and a vein protruded from his temple. "What's to say you won't go running back to Amaya? What's to say you won't find someone else to whore around with?"

"I won't, I swear... Just- Please..." Hoseok was begging, pleading with Yerin to stop the pain she was causing him. "I promise I'll be good... I promise..." his throat was hoarse from his screams and sobs; he couldn't take anymore. He felt like he was on the verge of passing out from the pain, his blindfold beginning to feel cold from how wet it was with his tears and his wrists going numb from how hard he tugged at them. He knew it wasn't over yet. He just knew she wasn't finished with her torment. "Yerin, please... stop..."

"Open wide for me, love."

He could feel Yerin's fingertips on either of his cheeks, trying to open his mouth forcefully, but he tried his damnedest to keep his lips sealed shut, attempting to shake his head away from her grip.

"Did you fucking hear me? I said, Open!" She squeezed hard on his cheeks, causing him to cry out and his mouth to open involuntarily as she placed a small pill in his mouth. "Now swallow it before I make you."

Hoseok did as he was told, unable to win the battle at this point. It was quiet at this point other than the one song playing on repeat in the background. But eventually he felt something; he knew exactly what was happening.

Yerin began to latch onto Hoseok, taking him in her hands as he began panting in panic.

"N-no." he pleaded with her. "I don't want to... p-please." he shook his head as he felt her hover above him, beginning to sob again when she fell onto him.

"Oh, love." she took hold of Hoseok's shoulders as she whispered in his ear. "How else are you supposed to learn your lesson? Hm?" She began to rock her hips against him harshly, grunting as she dug her fingernails into his skin. "How else am I supposed to punish a dirty fucking whore like you?"

"N-NO!" he screamed out tugging at the ropes again. He didn't care if he bled anymore. He just wanted this to stop, he just wanted to end his suffering and run somewhere else."PLEASE STOP! I-I'LL BE GOOD! PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!"

"You're too loud!" Yerin brought her hand up to Hoseok's mouth, muffling his screams and cries as she continued to use him much to his dismay. "You want the whole town to hear how much of a slut you are? I bet you fucking do."

Hoseok was still screaming behind her hand, begging for her to stop, constantly apologizing and telling her that he'll be good.

anything to get her to stop.

He just wanted it to stop. He just wanted it to finally be over. He continued to scream until she was frozen on top of him.

She was lightly panting in pleasure

He was hyperventilating from the pain and the fear.

She removed herself from him, her feet padding against the floor as he heard a door quietly creak open and shut.

Hoseok could hear the water running from behind the door, telling him that she was now taking a shower.

It was still pitch black for him, the blindfold still secure on his face. The numbness of the ropes against his wrists began to wear off now, only the sting of the nylon digging into his raw flesh. He was cold, shaking as he sat on the bed and his breathing weak and labored. He was a broken, crying mess while Yerin was calmly taking a shower. The water was still running as silent tears began to stream down his face, falling from his chin and dropping onto his burning thighs. He felt dirty, disgusting, like a whore. He felt exactly like Yerin told him he was.

Because to him, now he was.

The water stopped and he slowly lifted his head as the door opened. He took a deep breath, a sense of relief washing over him as he thought he was going to be untied now, that he was going to be able to clean himself and forget this ever happened.

"Yerin..."

His relief quickly shifted to dread as he heard the padding of footsteps get further and further away from him, eventually hearing the sound of the front door opening and closing.

He was still tied up; he was still blindfolded. He was still vulnerable in their bed.

She had abandoned him.

Hoseok dropped his head and began to silently sob, the only sound emitting through the apartment being his soft hiccups and the sweet words of Roberta Flack

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Singing my life with his words

Killing me softly with his song...

Before nothing could be heard anymore, and Hoseok blacked out.

He didn't know what time it was when he came to; it felt stuffy in the bedroom, like he couldn't breathe. His voice was hoarse, his throat burning with every shallow breath he took. he tried to get up from the bed, but he wasn't able to move. Confusion spread across his face as he tried again until it dawned on him. it was still pitch black, the music was still playing; the sting on his wrists were still there as they were forcibly held up against the headboard.

Yerin hadn't come back and freed him from his restraints.

Panic settled over him as he realized that he was left alone for God knows how long, and God knows how long she intends to leave him here as a punishment. He dropped his head, tears beginning to well again in his covered eyes.

He didn't know what to do. He couldn't just stay like this until Yerin came back— whenever that would be. No, he had to get out. There was only one thing he could do. His breaths were weak, he knew he could pass out again at any moment, it was now or never. Who knew what Yerin would do to him next if she came back, when she came back.

"S-Siri..."

He heard the familiar beeping of his phone nearby, sighing in relief as he thanked God in his head that he set his phone up to listen to voice commands. It took a few moments before he heard the automated voice greeting him happily, unknowing of his current situation.

"Hi, Hoseok! How can I help you today?"

Hoseok took a deep, shaky breath as he gathered his jumbled thoughts, his arms beginning to burn from being held up for so long, the skin on his thighs and abdomen stinging underneath the now hardened drops of candle wax. He lifted his head up, taking another breath as he called out to his phone again.

"Call... Call Amaya..."

Hoseok's call was what woke Amaya up that morning. It was far too early for her to be woken up; she was cranky as she checked her phone to see who the hell was calling her at 3 AM. The brightness of Amaya’s phone screen slightly burned her eyes, but she endured it when she noticed Hoseok's name on the caller ID. It was weird, when Amaya thought about it. It wasn't like him to call her at all let alone so early in the morning. Nonetheless, Amaya pressed answer and put the phone up to her ear, taking a sleepy breath before speaking.

"Hobiii, It's three in the morning... what's wrong?"

It was silent on the other end other than faint music that seemed to be far away from his phone. Amaya was confused, waiting a moment before saying anything else. It was too silent, Hoseok wouldn't have called her if he didn't need anything. She was close to speaking again before she heard a soft whimper.

"A...A-Amaya..."

"Hoseok?" Amaya sat up in her bed when she heard his voice, shocked by how high pitched and strained it was. "Hoseok, what's wrong? What happened?" There was a shaky breath, another whimper, a choked sob, before Amaya heard his voice. It sounded as if he were in pain, nothing that she was used to hearing; it was like a completely different person was on the other as she listened, his voice soft, desperate and scared.

“Amaya please… Help me…” He whimpered. His breathing became more labored the more he spoke, she could hear it. It was painful to listen to him through the phone. Amaya jumped out of her bed, landing on her feet as he continued to speak. “Please… before she comes back…”

“I’m coming, Hoseok. Don’t worry. I’m on my way right now.” Amaya was nervously rambling as she grabbed her keys, running down the hall to the front door. She was barefoot, only wearing a thin tank top and sleep shorts as she ran out to her car. It was freezing outside, the cold air stinging Amaya’s skin, but she didn’t care, hopping into her car and starting it as she stayed on the phone with Hoseok. “Stay on the phone with me, Hoseok. I’m on my way— just don’t hang up okay?”

Amaya’s voice was beginning to shake. She had no idea what was going on, not really, but she sped to Hoseok’s house. He sounded like he was dying, maybe he was; she didn’t know, and that’s what terrified her. “Just keep talking to me, okay?”

“I… I’m sorry… I-I lied to you…”

“Don’t worry about that right now, Hoseok. That doesn’t matter at the moment.” she assured him.

“I’m a whore… I lied… I’m s-sorry…”

“No, Hoseok. You’re not-… You’re not a whore, Hoseok. You’re going to be okay, just… just keep talking to me okay. Tell me what you can see.”

“I-I can’t see anything…” He began sobbing, his soft hiccups running through Amaya’s ears, causing tears of her own to sting in the corners of her eyes. “She blindfolded me… I can’t see anything…”

“That’s okay, don’t worry. I’m almost there, just tell me what you can hear.”

“I hear…” Hoseok’s voice faded, Amaya only heard silence on the other end. it scared her, her eyes widening as she drove faster to his apartment.

“Hoseok! keep talking to me, okay? I’m just few minutes away, just keep talking to me, okay? What do you hear?”

“I hear music…” He groaned out. “I-it’s our song, Amaya. It’s me and Yerin’s song.”

“Where’s Yerin right now? Is she still there?”

“She left me here.” He whispered. Amaya could hear sniffling and quiet sobs as he spoke to her. Hoseok sounded completely broken. “I-I passed out… I don’t know how long it’s been… please just hurry, Amaya.”

That was all that he said, repeatedly apologizing and asking, begging, pleading with her to help him. It broke Amaya’s heart as she drove. Her hands were sweaty against the steering wheel and she drove like a maniac, trying to get to her best friend in the fastest way possible. Once she was in the parking lot, right outside of his apartment, Amaya screeched to a stop. “I’m Here, Hoseok. Here I come.”

“Please hurry…”

Amaya hung up her phone, quickly unbuckling her seatbelt and running out of the car to his front door. She was about to knock, but she noticed the door was open a crack. Her hand slowly dropped lower; she pushed the door open, the dim lights of the kitchen lamp emitting through the whole room. Amaya slowly walked in, inspecting her surroundings.

There was shattered glass in the kitchen, water splashed everywhere. Hoseok’s clothes were on the ground, a messy pile in the kitchen, and there was music playing softly throughout the whole apartment. Just like Hoseok had said, it was the song that He and Yerin grew to love together— Killing Me Softly. Overpassing the music was soft sobs. Amaya’s head jerked in the direction the sobs were coming from, her feet moving on their own to Hoseok’s room.

The door was wide open, and Amaya could see him clearly. She brought a hand up to her mouth, a silent gasp coming from her lips as she saw his state, tears beginning to well in her eyes at the sight.

He was naked, His wrists tied against the headboard of his bed and his eyes covered with a black blindfold. His body was covered in a deep purple wax. It was everywhere— his thighs, his abdomen, his shoulders, his arms. everywhere— and his wrists were bleeding, the blood dropping onto his sheets and his skin. All over his body were large bruises, mostly on his torso. assorted grotesque colors of yellow, purple, blue, black and red. It was difficult to look at, too much for one person to take in.

Amaya slowly walked closer to him, bringing her hand up to his face to undo his blindfold, but when she made contact with his skin, he flinched, a terrified yelp ripping through his lungs.

“Please, Yerin I’m sorry! No more, I’ll be good, I promise! Please!”

“Hoseok, It’s me!” she gently gripped onto his shoulders, he was shaking vigorously, hyperventilating to the feeling of her touch. “It’s me, Hoseok; It’s Amaya!”

“Amaya…”

His panicked breaths began to slow as he listened to Amaya’s voice, the soft voice she was using to soothe him. “It’s okay, You’re okay.” Amaya slowly brought her hands to the back of his head, untying his blindfold and pulling it away from his face. She gave him a warm smile as he looked at her with wide eyes. “See? It’s just me, okay?”

Hoseok nodded, tears beginning to stream down his face as she started to untie the ropes from around his wrists. He winced as she took them off, the nylon fibres still digging deeply into his skin, staying silent as Amaya told him comforting words.

“I’m here now, you’re okay. It’s gonna be alright; we’re going home, okay?” As the last ropes fell from his wrist, Amaya grabbed a blanket from the side of the bed and covered Hoseok’s waist with it. He sat silently, tears dropping onto the blanket as Amaya went back into the kitchen, being mindful of the broken glass, and gathered his clothes.

“You don’t have to put everything on if you don’t want to.” she told him as she handed him his clothes. He silently nodded, still looking down at his covered thighs. Amaya noticed this and gently rested her hand on his knee, causing Hoseok to look up at her with wet eyes.

“It’s okay, Hoseok.”

“It’s not okay…” he whispered, sniffing and bringing a hand up to his face, wiping his eyes a few times. Amaya could see the pain in his eyes as he looked at her. “I don’t know what I did…”

“Nothing you did could be justification to this, Hoseok. You know that.” she cupped his face with a single hand, wiping away a stray tear with her thumb. “Come on, we’re going to my place.”

Hoseok slowly nodded and let Amaya help him out of the bed. He covered himself with the blanket, following her out the apartment and into the car.

Hoseok was silent in the back seat, lying down and staring blankly at the back of the front seat. Amaya didn’t say anything either, what exactly could she say? She’s still in the dark as to what happened to him, how he ended up in that position.

Thinking back onto when she first had seen him not too long ago, in his most vulnerable state, it made tears begin to bead and fall from her eyes. It was a horrible image, something Amaya never thought she’d have to see in her lifetime, and definitely not a position she thought she would see Hoseok in. If seeing it was this overwhelming for her, she could only imagine how horrible, how traumatized Hoseok was feeling right now.

The two of them were silent in Amaya’s car, only the engine whirring, the thump thump of her heartbeat, the quiet hiccups and sniffles from the backseat, the gritting of her teeth, filling her ears.

The ride home seemed extra long, every road Amaya turned feeling elongated, stretched out so that they would stay on the road for longer. She heard Hoseok take a deep breath; looking at him through her rearview mirror, she could see in his face, how broken he actually was.

What had Yerin done to him? That was the only question running at full speed through Amaya’s brain. What had Yerin done to him to make him feel like this? She wanted to know, needed to know, but at the same time, Amaya just wanted to help him through this. She wanted to be able to be there for him through everything, like she’s always been, but how could she help him through this?

This was something Amaya’s never dealt with before, something she never thought she’d have to deal with. This wasn’t something Hoseok thought he’d have to deal with, but he was. He was dealing with it all and Amaya was going to be there to help him, to comfort him in any way he needed. That was the least she could do. It was the only thing she could do.

Amaya couldn’t tell him that it was okay, because it wasn’t. She couldn’t tell him that it would get better, she didn’t know if it would. The only thing she could do was be there with him as he went through the motions. Amaya could only do whatever she could to let him know that this, none of what happened to him— though she knew so little of what happened in his apartment— was his fault.

And that’s what she was going to do.

Hoseok was sitting silently on Amaya’s couch, still covered with the blanket as he waited for her, Amaya searching in her bathroom for the first aid kit, pulling it from under her sink and walking back out of the bathroom to the living room.

She crouched in front of him on the couch, holding her hand out to him.

He slowly gave Amaya his hand, letting her take it gently in her fingertips as she applied peroxide to his wrists. Hoseok winced slightly, but said nothing as she tended to his wounds, wrapping bandages around his wrists quietly, paying close attention to the bloody marks.

“Do you want to tell me what happened?”

Hoseok slowly shook his head, looking at Amaya as she continued to clean his wrists, wiping the dried blood from his skin.

“That’s okay. You don’t have to tell me.” she calmly told him, moving onto the other arm and wiping it clean before putting on more bandages. “Just know that you’re safe here, okay?” Hoseok hesitated, but nodded, dropping his arms to his sides once she finished. “It’s okay if i help you take the wax off, right?”

Hoseok thought about it for a moment, biting the inside of his cheek and looking down at his thighs before nodding slowly. Amaya nodded back and stood up, going to her kitchen to grab a washcloth and wetting it with warm water before coming back and sitting down beside him.

He removed the blanket from his top half, letting her place the wet cloth onto his arms as the wax warmed up and became easier to remove. Amaya was careful as she pulled the wax off, trying not to hurt him in any way as she did this. Underneath the wax were deep red marks that were sure to be burns from the wax being too hot against his skin. After each hardened drop she removed, Amaya placed the cloth over the irritated skin to soothe the sting it gave him when the air made contact with his sensitive flesh. Drop after drop, it overwhelmed her more and more as she removed them, wondering how long he had been put under this torture for.

The two of them were silent as Amaya cared for him— for Hoseok, understandably so. For Amaya? She didn't know why exactly she were silent. There were a lot of different reasons— Amaya didn't want to say the wrong thing, she didn't know what to say exactly. This was new to her— seeing someone like this up close and personal, especially someone as close to her as Hoseok was, was completely new, and she didn't know what she should have done to comfort him.

It took a while before all the wax was off, but eventually Amaya got it all removed from this arms and abdomen. More bruises were beginning to form on his skin, purplish red around the edges. She moved away from him, handing him the washcloth and giving him a warm smile.

“The rest should come off in the shower,” she told him. “If you feel strong enough to wash up tonight.” he nodded at Amaya, the only words coming from him being the quiet ‘thank you’ before she stood back up. She told him that he should try to get some rest if he could, feeling a bit tired herself and letting out a quiet yawn. "There's clean clothes on your bed. You should change into them once you get in there, okay?" Hoseok slowly nodded again, staying silent as his head hung down.

"Hey..."

Amaya crouched down again, gently placing her hands on Hoseok's face and lifting his head to get him to look at her. The way his eyes were glossed over with more tears made Amaya’s heart break. She knew he was thinking that all of this was his fault, she knew that he was blaming himself for what had happened to him. Amaya caressed the balls of his cheeks with the pads of her thumbs, Hoseok letting out a shaky sigh as she did so.

"This isn't your fault, okay? You know that..." Hoseok closed his eyes and nodded, taking a sharp breath through his nose as he tried to keep himself from crying again. Amaya nodded back, giving him a smile as she willed herself not to cry as well, and the two of them stood up, silently walking to their respective rooms and closing the doors.

Amaya couldn't sleep that night. Every time she closed her eyes, the image of Hoseok tied up against his headboard burned under her eyelids. It's a sight she would never be able to forget, something she'll never be able to get out of her head for God knows how long. His soft sobs and whimpers as he sat naked and vulnerable on the bed, how he was in so much pain that he passed out, being unconscious for who knows how long, how he had just been abandoned... abandoned by someone who was supposed to be there for him. It made her want to vomit, made her want to cry, made her want to scream.

It was too much; how was she supposed to help him through this? How was she going to be enough to help him get through a trauma this great? He hadn't even told her what happened; he probably never will. It was a scary thing, knowing that he endured something so incredibly vile. Who knows what would've happened if Amaya were a minute later, if she had never picked up her phone. She didn't want to think about it, but it roamed. the thought roamed in her mind and lingered, causing her to groan in frustration and slam her fists into her pillow.

Amaya knew Hoseok was awake too; through the walls of her room, she could hear the springs of his bed creak from his tossing and turning,most likely trying to find a comfortable way to lie down that wouldn't hurt too much. She felt horrible; she had seen the signs, knew there was something going on. She knew that there was more happening than meets the eye. But she stayed silent, she played as if there was nothing wrong, because she didn't want to believe it. Amaya didn't want to believe it when she saw the bruise on his thigh the other day, when he flinched at her touch. But now she had to believe it, because now, she’s seen it with her own eyes. There was nothing to mask it as something else, because she knew exactly what it was.

There was no hiding from it now.

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A Velvet Promise ( Kim Taehyung x OC)

Rating : 21+

Warnings : Smutty Smut. Angsty angst.

Summary :

Kim Namjoon : "What do you mean Taehyung's getting married?" .

Park Jimin : "Hyung, he's... I mean , you know he's going to hurt her. Like really badly?" .

Jeon Jung Kook : " She seems so innocent. She doesn't deserve that. " .

Kim Taehyung : " Why would i call off the wedding? I've always wondered what it's like to fuck a virgin."

Choi Minho : " Kim Taehyung is a psychopath. Anyone who thinks otherwise is delusional."

" I'm not a toy you can use and toss. If you touch me again, I'll choke the life out of you.."

" Is that a challenge babe? Because you're not keeping me away from your bed."

Prologue

"She looks like a two piece whore, Uncle." Taehyung said casually, fingers curling casually around the flute shaped champagne glass. Manicured fingers tapped on the expensive Oakwood finish of his desk as he stared disdainfully at the small 6 by 10 inch photo on the table.

The Photo showed a young woman of about twenty one or twenty two with plain mousy brown hair and rather indecently plump lips. She was staring away from the camera, probably unaware that her picture was being taken. Only her upper body showed and she had a slight, unremarkable figure, a little on the thin side .

There was a rather endearing hello kitty pin on her hair and Taehyung leaned forward eagerly, edge of his nail digging into the Polaroid and scratching out the little pin rather vindictively.

He had just spent an hour listening to his uncle describe Jung Yerin, yet that little hello kitty pin told him more than all that useless information. Jung Yerin had grown up in a simple, conservative family. She looked like she had been sheltered from every evil, likely raised by loving parents who catered to her every need. she probably wore satin ribbons in her hair and peep toe sandals with knee length chiffon dresses, always smelling like sunshine and summer rain.

Would she scream really loud when he fucked her for the first time?

He hoped so.

His uncle was staring at the Polaroid and swallowing nervously, his gaze fixed on the little tear that his nephew's nails had made on the print.

Mianhe, Yerina.

"So, you will marry her? You really don't have to. She's already dating someone. " He tried weakly.

Taehyung sighed and stretched luxuriously.

"Would that even matter, anyway? her father is positively gagging to have me as his son in law. Besides, do you have any idea who she's dating, uncle?? " He grinned ominously, fingers gripping the edge of the table as he thought of the other man.

Fuck, he wanted to pump a dozen bullets into his fucking head.

He struggled to get his head on straight. Once he had her , he would win.

" I'm marrying her. Because I need her. She's going to be my winning card , samchoon." He drawled.

Marrying Yerin would be the final move in this game.

Finally, Finally Kim Corp., would be his, exclusively and Choi Minho could go suck his dick.

Check and Check Mate.

Chapter 1

"He's busy, right now. You should come back later." The lady at the desk said firmly and i shuffled awkwardly on my feet. I re-read the small scrap of note that he had had delivered to my home that morning . 5.30 P. M , it said clearly . i glanced at the clock. I was exactly on time.

"I'm his fiancee. Are you sure he's not waiting for me? " I said desperately, clutching the designer bag that felt awkward on my shoulders. I'd gone to the salon and fixed my hair, bought a dress and this sparkly bag all because I'd wanted to make a good impression. Even the brown heels felt like they were cutting off my circulation as I tried to get some weight off my ankles.

"He's in a conference with We have strict rules about interrupting practice, Miss. These are planned over a month in advance, just to avoid things like this. You should have made a proper appointment before turning up out of the blue." She said loftily and i sighed.

"Is there, at least a place that i can wait at?" I said finally and she gave me an amused look.

"I'm sure the bus stop outside has a shelter."

Blinking in shock , I bit my lips and slowly walked back out of the building. Bet she wouldn't be laughing once she realized just who I was. Sighing , I made my way to the bus stop and collapsed against one of the hard metal seats. My feet were killing me and the late evening sun fell right on my face, warming me but making me blink back against the glare.

The last bus to Daegu would leave in a few hours and if i didn't get moving i would be stuck here for the night. I stared at the setting sun and felt misery creep up. On the huge billboard, opposite the busstop the placard carried a photo of Kim Taehyung.

He looked like something straight out of heaven. I remembered that that was what he was touted as in his band, the fallen angel. He definitely fit the bill, i thought grimacing at how frighteningly beautfiul he was. There was something about his too-perfect looks that really made a shiver run up my spine.

He looked inhuman. Frighteningly so.

Swallowing the dryness in my throat, I glanced at my phone.

7 missed calls from Choi Min Ho.

i couldn’t deal with that now.

. Sighing, I flipped the phone open and dialed my father instead feeling relieved as he picked the phone up.

"Yerin-ah!! Why don't you listen to me when i tell you to leave your phone on at all times!! i hate not knowing where you are!" He said desperately and I felt a little smile coming on.

"Appa! I'm fine... I just had the phone in my bag."

"How's my son , doing?" My father said fondly and I glanced back up at the huge billboard. Taehyung was wearing a blinding box-shaped smile that made him look so very innocent.

"He seems happy." I said absently, turning around to glance back at the building I'd just been politely kicked out of.

"I'm glad. He's a very nice young man, Yerin ah. He'll take really good care of you and it's what your mother wanted, remember?" He said gently and I felt sorry for the way my father sounded.

Like he was trying to convince himself that he was doing the right thing as well. I scratched the edge of my bag, trying to think of something to say.

"I know. I'm sorry if I seem uninterested in him. I really am not. " I said softly.

My father sighed.

"I wish your mother was here. She always knew what to tell you to make you feel better." he said gently. " Appa is bad at this."

Tears stung and I swallowed, choking out a laugh, instead.

"You do too. You’;re enough, Dad. i swear, you’re all I need. " I said softly.

Silence.

"And you’re the only reason , i’m still alive, Yerin. " He whispered.

I couldn’t bring myself to reply.

“Did you speck to minho?” my father said hesitantly and i flinched.

“Not yet.”

“Be gentle with him, Yerin. He’s not going to take this news well and it’s best if we don’t make him more angry than he already is." he said nervously.

I swallowed because the fear in my father’s voice was eveident.

I hung up after that , telling him I would try to talk to min ho and get back as soon as possible.

I glanced at the phone again.

A few more calls from Choi Min Ho.

Minho was four years older than me , a confusing combination of older brother and guardian.

He had a lot of control over me and my father trusted him when he made decisions for me.

Min Ho was one of the scariest people I'd ever met, simply because he didn't take no for an answer.

I had first met him when i was eight, one of my father's students from high school. The year I turned fourteen he had debuted as an idol to become a trainee with SM entertainment and he had liked, of all things, my voice.

"I'm not allowed to call anyone from there. Just two people. One is my mom. The other is going to be you." He'd said with a very firm look in his eye.

My father had given me an uncomfortable look but he had agreed that it was good for me to have an ' oppa' . Someone who would take care of me when my father wasn't around.

Minho had been a constant in my life afterwards.

Over the years his role had somehow shifted, from overbearing brother to something more like a boyfriend . He had his own band of guys always following me, making sure i didn't speak to any boys or befriend them.

No concerts, no gaming arcades. No ice cream parlors or karaokes.

And my father had been too deep in his own sorrow and his work to actively care. I ended up being smothered and suffocated, his relentless control driving me insane and scaring me in its intensity.

It still scared me.

I took a deep breath before dialing the number carefully.

"Oppa." I said softly and I could hear heavy breathing .

"did you tell him you aren't going to marry him?"

I bit my lips.

"It's not... It's not that simple ." I tried to get my thoughts in order but Minho snarled out loud , the anger palpable through the phone.

"I told you why he's doing this didn't I? He wants those godawful shares your mother left you, so he can take my company away from me. The company belongs to me, you know that. Don’t think for a second that he wants yo- "

The phone got snatched out of my hand roughly and I jumped, terrified .

It was Taehyung.

He stared at me wordlessly, pressing the phone to his ears and smiling thoughtfully while Minho continued his charade.

"Really hyung? Still misleading young girls, because you’re too much of a pussy to come face me like a man? " He smirked, eyes pinning me on the spot and I flinched.

I couldn't hear what Minho said but Taehyung laughed.

"Oh, no hyung. That's not happening. I'm not letting her go . Not now, not ever." He reached out and lightly wrapped a lock of my hair around his forefinger before giving it a sharp yank that made my scalp sting.

And then he hung up, before lightly pulling the battery out, dropping the phone to the ground and stepping on it casually, and i stared , stunned as the parts cracked underneath his boots. My throat dry and heart pounding somewhere in the vicinity of my throat , I stared at him.

"Tell me, Yerin ssi... Did Minho Oppa already test and rate the goods that I'm going to be stuck with for the rest of my life?" He gave me a humiliating once over and I tried to process the sheer hurt and embarrassment that filled me up.

" It's not.. we're not..." my voice cracked from how close he was standing, tall, intimidating and terrifyingly handsome.

"Fucking? You expect me to believe that Choi Minho did not take you into his bed? Do I look like a fucking retard?" He said, his voice resonating so deeply that I could feel my fingers start to shake. I stared at him.

"You can believe whatever you want." I said finally.

He stared at me some more and then reached out fingers lightly closing over the chain around my neck. i startled when his fingers traced the heart shaped locket.

"Let me ask you something...Do you believe what Minho says? About me just wanting you because of the company he swindled his way into? " He said casually and I hesitated.

"No. No, I don't." I shook my head and he grinned.

"that just proves you're a fucking idiot. Because he is right. I don't give a flying fuck about you. But I'm going to marry you, you know why? Because every time I touch you, every time i kiss you, Choi Min Ho will likely implode and i'm really really looking forward to that." He said softly .

I stared at him trying to dredge up some emotion and finding, that I wasn't even surprised. I had known from the first time he'd agreed to marry me that it couldn't be for a noble reason. I thought of Minho with his controlling suffocating way of keeping me in a stranglehold and I thought of Taehyung with that frighteningly beautiful smile and stone-cold hatred radiating off his gaze and I realized that it wasn't about me at all.

I was just going to be collateral damage in whatever game these two were playing with each other.

"What do you want?" i said finally.

He gave me a little smirk.

"Come home with me. Now."

I jumped a little.

"Are you crazy.. I .. My father is waiting for me..."

"So? What if you spend a night with me? We're getting married anyway aren't we?" He said causally.

I shook my head quickly.

He fumbled with his pocket and pulled out his phone, turning on the camera and holding it up till it focused on the pair of us.

"what do you think you're doing?" I said nervously.

His eyes darted to my lips again and I didn't even blink, staring straight ahead as he casually wrapped an arm around me, pulling me close and pressing his lips against mine before lightly clicking on the screen, capturing the kiss on film. I stayed still as he pulled away and casually tapped into the phone. A second later he showed me the phone and my heart skipped a beat.

He had sent the photo to Minho.

I stood still trying to think straight as dread swept through me.

"imagine what Min Ho will do to you if he gets his hands on you .... " He said casually." Still going to refuse to come home with me? "

i stood there trembling in disbelief.

Min Ho could be aggressively violent when he was angry I didn't even want to think about what he would do to me. i stared at the shattered phone on the ground .

"You're a psycho."

He smiled then , wide and shameless.

"And you’re my property . I'll go get the car." He said casually, before turning around and heading back in.

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I buckled up my seat belt and stared straight ahead, my head spinning with just one thought.

How did I convince this man that I didn't want to fight him?

It was raining now, so damn heavily that I couldn't see a thing in front. Taehyung was driving through deserted streets and I assumed this was where celebrities lived, far from prying eyes. i wasn't particularly scared. Taehyung didn't look like he would physically hurt me . But I could tell that he thought that I was in love with Choi Min Ho.

"Can I just tell you something?" I said finally, deciding on the truth.

"I don't fucking care what-"

I ignored him and jumped headlong into it anyway.

"Min Ho isn't my boyfriend. I just... I've known him for a long time and he cares about me. He's just being a little over protective. He'll get over it soon anyway. It's not like he's in love with me or anything . I just... my father really wants this marriage to work between us and I really don't want to disappoint him. It's okay even if we don't have a real marriage. I just don't want my father to be unhappy. " I took a deep breath risking a glance at him.

He didn't reply, staring straight ahead as he drove carefully through the late evening traffic.

"Are you listening?" I said impatiently and screamed when his hand shot out suddenly, gripping the top of my thigh so hard that searing sharp pain shot up through my leg. I gripped his wrist, yanking it off my leg and glared at him in stunned surprise.

He looked like art, his side profile so flawless that I wanted to puke a little.

"Two things. Don't interrupt me when I'm driving. And Two. Don't go on hour long rants until I ask you to, which will be...let me guess... never. Since it's the first time I'll forgive you. and if you think, for a second that I care about your father or your fucking oppa or your goddamn feelings, now would be a good time to get rid of those delusions. I'm marrying you. It will be a real marriage in every sense of the word. I want children. I want you to cook dinner for me when I come home every night, send me off with breakfast and let me between your legs when I ask you to. "

I clenched my fist, anger bubbling over and threatening to spill over as a scream. I almost did but then stopped.

My mother's voice came into my conscience soft and soothing,

raise your words, not your voice.

"I'm enrolling in University next week so you'll have to hire someone instead. I'm not going to be your maid. ." I said firmly

Taehyung laughed at that.

"Are you honestly that naive? Who's going to pay for your fucking tuition huh? Sure as hell ain't going to be me. And trust me, if your father interferes, I won't think twice about shutting him down. I'm your husband. I get to decide whether or not you go to a damn college and honestly, I really don't see the point. You're going to spend the rest of your life taking care of me anyway? You don't need anything more than what the Good Lord gave you between your legs ...."

I should just stab him with a kitchen knife in his sleep.

" I don't know why you're acting like a bastard but I hope you get over yourself and actually think like a decent human being for once. This isn't really funny anymore. " I whispered.

Taehyung scoffed.

"It's cute that you think I'm joking. I'm not. Choi Min Ho deserves to rot in hell and he's going to pay for what he put me through. And experience tells me that nothing hurts him more than someone coming near his precious Yerinie...." He drawled.

"Look, i get that you and him have some bad blood or something but you're the worst kind of coward if you want to drag me into it." I said frustrated and upset.

"Maybe. I'm not looking for your damn approval, anyway . I can't let you go back to your father's because something tells me that son of a bitch is probably waiting to get his hands on you. " He swore.

What kind of paranoid nonsense was this?

"Minho is not insane like you!!" I snapped.

Taehyung scoffed.

"Yeah, right. He's a fucking murderer is what he is!" He shouted .

I opened my mouth, ready to give him a piece of my mind , when I got flung across the dashboard, the belt digging into me and keeping me from crashing through the windscreen as Taehyung stepped on the brakes, so fast the car skidded, turning 180 degrees before coming to rest on the side.

The Van came out of nowhere

I gripped the dashboard when the car came to a halt, winded and heart pounding. Through the haze of the rain I could see a black van and a figure jump out of the back seat.

Next to me Taehyung groaned and I watched as he gripped the steering wheel tight staring out at the figure. Recognition flooded his face and he snarled.

"Fuck!! Fuck !! Fuck that bastard, I'm going to fucking rip his head off!!" Taehyung was storming out of the car, flinging the door open and climbing out, the rain drenching him within seconds. He leaned back in, sticking his hand underneath his seat. As I watched, horrified, he pulled out a huge golf club, hitting the tip on his palm before turning back around , murder written large on his face.

I could only watch as he stalked over in the rain, raised the club high over his head before bringing it crashing down on top of the windshield shattering it before swinging it down again and putting a dent on the hood.

I screamed, fumbling with the seat belt.

I had to get out of here.

Kim Taehyung was out of his mind!

But the moment I stepped out of the car, a hand closed over my hair, fingers gripping the strands at the back of my head, yanking me so hard that I lost my footing, knees scrapping against the rough gravel as I got dragged upright.

"Jagi... where do you think you're going?"

Choi Minho.

Stunned, I kicked out, eyes watering from how hard he was gripping me. The pain didn't last long, Taehyung's foot coming out of nowhere and kicking him right in the chest till the older stumbled back , grunting in surprise. I rubbed my scalp and stared as Minho pushed back, landing a few strong punches on Taehyung, who was already bleeding from the corner of his mouth.

"What are you doing?!!" I screamed , sure that this was some god-awful dream. Both of them stopped and stared at each other, sopping wet as the rain poured down on us, glaring daggers.

"If you fucking touch my wife again , I'll rip your heart out with my bare hands!" Taehyung snarled and Minho scoffed, swiping at the blood trickling down his cut lip. Instinctively I felt worry. Choi Minho was a little too much but i didn't want him hurting. I moved, almost reaching for his arm but Taehyung's fingers closed over my wrist, cutting off circulation and pining me to his side.

"Your wife? Delusional much! She fucking belongs to me and you know it!!" He snarled, diving for Taehyung again. I screamed as they went down in a splash of rainwater, landing on the gravel trying to pummel each other to death.

"Stop it ! What are you..." I couldn't finish, blinded by sudden flashing lights and then there was another car skidding to a halt in front of us. Taehyung and Minho stopped, moving away from each other and jumping to their feet looking like death.

The car door opened and I felt a sigh of relief.

I watched as Minho's older brother stormed out looking furious.

"You little trouble makers , I swear to God I should just call the cops and end your fucking lives once and for all" He shouted and Minho froze, grimacing.

"Try something like this again and I will fucking end you. !" Taehyung snarled, fingers curling around my arm as he yanked me away. Minho fixed his gaze on me and shook his head.

"You think this is over, Kim fucking Taehyung??! I will destroy everything you love!!" He screamed.

Taehyung turned and gave him a cold glare.

"You already did , you fucking piece of shit. I hope you burn in hell for it!"

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"Stop looking like I'm going to eat you up." Taehyung commented mildly, punching in the digits to his security code while I shivered next to him. Every inch of me was sopping wet, dripping rain water into the expensive carpet of the hallway. The condo was clearly worth a few millions at least and I felt ( and probably looked ) like a sewer rat i. I gave him a tired look.

"You're welcome to try. I'll scratch your eyes out." I muttered and he let out a laugh.

"Fiesty. I can see why that guy pants after you so much."

I sighed, too exhausted to fight back. Once the door opened, I stepped into the condo, feeling even more out of place. Taehyung's apartment was more convenience than style, I thought, staring bleakly at the unfamiliar furnishings and the stark black and white decor.Each perfectly polished surface was adorned with a certain type of artifact or decoration, the overall theme somewhere between modern and youthful. I stared at the paintings on the wall, abstract splashes of color against the snow white walls , offset by the thick black frame each one was imprisoned in.

"The guest bedroom is there and you can go get a good night's rest. It locks on the inside, so don't stay up all night worrying if i might come in. We probably have to meet reporters tomorrow and I'd rather you not look like a raccoon. So get a good night's sleep. " He said casually, slipping out of his jacket and tossing it on the couch.

"Call my father and tell him I'm here." I said softly and he grinned.

"Abeonim would probably want to move the wedding date up. Is that okay with you?" He sneered.

I stared at him, refusing to rise to the bait.

I didn't spare him a glance, moving quickly to the smaller bedroom and locking myself in. I double checked the lock, making sure it didn't open , before dragging myself to the bathroom.

I peeled off the drenched clothes, suddenly aware that I didn't have anything to change into. It was already nine and I could feel hunger pangs begin to claw at my insides. But starving was a lot better than going out and breathing the same air as Kim Taehyung. Groaning, I turned on the hot water and stood under the spray, letting it warm me a bit. Afterwards, I rinsed my clothes in the small tub, using shampoo for want of anything else. I would have to wear those again tomorrow .

I picked at the gravel that was lodged into my skin, the bruise slowly growing darker and congealed blood sticking to my skin like paint. I grit my teeth and cleaned it up as much as I could, wincing from the dull throb combined with the sting.

There was nothing in the closets or the linen cupboard except for a single towel. Sighing in defeat, I wrapped it around my hair, towel drying it and my body before slipping into the sheets, feeling like a sitting target. Being naked in a bed with Mr. Psycho a door away felt mildly suicidal. I mourned the loss of my phone, thought of my father waiting for me to get home. Hopefully the crazy guy would at least tell him.

Slowly sleep took over and I found myself drifting off to sleep.

I woke up to the sun streaming into the room, lighting the bed. The first thing that stuck me was that I wasn't naked anymore.

I stared down at myself, the white t-shirt and decidedly male boxers looking completely out of place on my body and I clutched at the covers, mortified. What on earth?

I opened my mouth, ready to scream bloody murder when a familiar voice came drifting through the door to the bedroom. ( it was ajar and it stuck me that I was a complete idiot. This was his house. Of course he had a key to get into the guest bedroom, what had I been thinking?!)

"She's probably still asleep, sir. " Taehyung was saying and I felt a pang, knowing how much my father liked boys who called him sir. My father loved guys who respected elders. One of the things he had always told me about Taehyung was the latter's love for his family. The way he put family above anything else. And I could tell from the way he talked to my father that he really did consider him family.

Trying to smother the painful tug on my heartstrings , I crawled out of the bed, slowly making my way out.

"Yerinie!!" My father rushed to my side, looking anxious." Are you okay, child?"

I nodded, unable to bring myself to look at Kim Taehyung. He saw me naked.

"I'm fine daddy. Sorry about last night." I said quietly and my father nodded before pressing a bag into my hands.

"Taehyung asked me to bring you a change of clothes. Go get yourself changed." My father said briskly and I finally risked a glance at the guy. He wasn't even looking at me, carefully setting the table for breakfast and filling a glass with milk.

I sighed in defeat.

Half an hour later, my father had left with promise to meet us at the company where people would be interviewing us about Taehyung's ' accidental posting' of the photo in the fan cafe.

"There are some interview questions here that we should probably go over." Taehyung said casually, before giving me a once over.

If he says anything I swear to God, I'll rip his fucking tongue off.

I grudgingly moved to the table and sat next to him. I tried to cram all the insipid information he fed me, about where we'd met, what we liked about each other and a couple more cheesy questions. About half way through, his phone began buzzing next to me and I glanced at the phone.

Choi Minho.

Oh, God.

Taehyung gave me a wide smile.

"Pick it up." He said casually. I jumped.

"What?"

"I said pick the phone."

"I'm not-"

"PICK THE DAMN PHONE!!!!" he brought his palm down on the table with such force that the decanter full of water fell over, sloshing liquid all over the table.

I went still, heart pounding inside my rib cage as i fumbled with the phone, sliding the little green icon to attend the call.

"Hello..."

"You filthy fucking whore..."

"Oppa.. what..."

"You fucking had sex with Kim fucking Taehyung after everything I told you!! What kind of a slut are you?!!" He sounded like he was a syllable away from an aneurysm and I bit my lips, too stunned to reply.

"I did not. Why would you think that?!!" I cried out, stunned.

"He sent me the damn pics, you little bitch!! I saw you naked and in his bed with him... But you know what, if you think this is going to keep me away from you. You're dead wrong. Just be sure that when I do get my hands on you, I'll..."

I hung up, stunned and disoriented.

"You sick bastard." I whispered, staring at him as my voice trembled. He grabbed his phone , fumbled with it and then slid it across the table to me.

There on the screen was a photo of me in bed. I was facing away from the camera, nothing except for the soft white sheet over my waist, my back bare and stark against the black sheets. But I wasn't alone. Taehyung lay on his side next to me, shirtless, grinning into the camera and offering a middle fingered salute.

He'd sent that pic to Minho.

I wanted to puke.

"Why.. Why would you do this...?" I said stunned .

He smiled.

"I told you. He's going to hell. But I'm just gonna repay him for all the shit he put me through before I send him there. And you better listen to me. unless you want that pic to land on the fancafe too."

This time I couldn't stop the bile that rose up.

Running to the bathroom, I lost my breakfast all over the commode, gasping for breath as sick disgust began to spread all over my skin.

Outside the bathroom Taehyung made a noise of impatience.

"Get ready. We have an interview in an hour. "

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Today is the final exam of this semester. Every college student studies very hard to get good grades, and Yerin is also one of them. Although she has always been an excellent student, she has never been lazy to study because of this.

"The exam starts now!" The exam started with the voice of the invigilator. Everyone is very focused on the exam. The only sound in the entire examination room was the sound of pen writing on paper, and no additional sounds were heard at all.

Yerin would sometimes raise her hand to ask the teacher a question, and the invigilator would also give her some hints. Originally, this behavior was not allowed in the examination room. However, the person who serves as the invigilator is also the professor of Yerin’s class, and the way she looks at him with her clear eyes he can't help but give her a hint.

When the professor sat down, his eyes accidentally glanced at Yerin, who was sitting in the first row. His eyes kept looking at her sexy thighs. The way he looked at her thighs seemed like he was ready to bury his head between her thighs. The professor looked away when he realized he couldn't keep staring at his student, but was still attracted by her sexy thighs. The professor looked at her students and even got an erection without realizing it. The professor spent the long exam time holding his hard cock like this. He is desperate to wish the exam would be over quickly to avoid Yerin's teasing.

"Ring...." The professor's alarm clock rang, which meant the exam time was over. "Time's up. Please stop answering and hand me your test paper.” After collecting all the test papers, the professor asks the student to leave the exam hall. Professor watched all the students leave the exam hall then only he left. He headed to his office and started to mark the paper.

"What the..... Are they trying to let me fill in the blank for them? Who does this paper belong to?" The professor was very angry about the blank exam paper. But when he looked at the name, he suddenly calmed down. “Jung Yerin ！” This exam paper belongs to Yerin. When he thought about looking at her thighs in the examination hall just now, he suddenly felt angry and ridiculous. When he thought of her thighs, his cock became erect again unconsciously.

“Knock knock….” A knock on the door brought the professor back to reality. “Who?” “Sir, May I come in?” As soon as he heard the voice, he knew it was Yerin. ” Come in.” She opened the professor's door and went in. The moment she stepped in, the professor put away his fantasy and said angrily to her. “What happened to you? Why you didn’t answer your exam, are you trying to let me write an answer for you?” She didn't feel any shame but acted coquettishly to the professor. “Sorry, sir. But ….” Yerin's pause made the professor hesitate. “Did something really happen to you? I know you are usually a good student and your grades are not bad.” Suddenly, she pulled up her skirt and let the professor see her lacy black panties. “Sir, have you found me hot?” Her sudden action frightened him and made him panic. “Hey, Yerin behave yourself please!”

“Why? Didn’t you enjoy looking at my thighs in the examination hall just now?” The professor was caught peeking at Yerin in the examination room, and he didn't know how to refute her. She knew that her threats were slowly taking effect, so this time she took a more proactive approach to make it easier for the professor to fall for her. She walked to the professor's chair, took his hand, and put it on her breasts, guiding him to touch her breasts. He quickly reacted and took his hand back. “Stop it, Yerin! We are a teacher-student relationship, we can't have this happen.“

When she heard the professor's stop, she put away her innocent expression and showed disdain. “Dare to see but not dare to do, you such a coward. OK, then I am gonna tell it to the principal." “Tell what?” He hesitates for a while. “I am gonna tell the principal you're such a pervert, molest his female student.” Just as Yerin was about to turn around and go out, her hand was grabbed by the professor. ”I can’t lose my job now, what do you want?” "I won't let you suffer a loss, sir."

“I have a great plan for both of us. If you give me a good grade, I won't tell the principal. In exchange, I will serve you well until you are satisfied.” He was still thinking about the feasibility of this plan, but Yerin had already taken his hand and put it on her breast again. “You can vent your sexual desires on me and I can get good grades. It's a win-win situation.” He knew that he no longer had any right to refuse, so he could only follow her plan. He followed his manly nature and groped her breasts. She smirked because she knew she had won and straddled his legs and kissed him.

“Your lips are so soft, Yerin.” She smiled but said nothing and continued the kiss. Their passionate kiss made their breathing louder and louder. The professor's hands also began to roam around Yerin's body. The professor's hands had already entered her skirt. Just when he was about to take off her underwear, she stopped him. “Give some patience, Sir. You still have not yet had enough of my body.” Even so, she took off the professor's clothes. Her hands caressed his muscular body. “Your body is so damn good.”

She took the initiative to kiss his neck and then his body. She stuck out her tongue and licked his belly button, and her hands were teasing his nipples. After she feels his nipples are hard enough, then only she sucked his nipples. “Your nipples are so hard, SIr. Did you like the way I eat your nipples?” “Yea Yerin, continue.” She was satisfied with his answer and continued to suck on his nipple. And one of her hands continued to tease the other nipple.

The professor was very horny and his cock was getting hard. Yerin, who was straddling herself on top, knew his cock was already hard, so she moved her hand to his cock and stroked it through his pants. Yerin stopped her movements and knelt, taking off the professor's pants. She took the cock in her hand and started playing with it. “Your cock isn't the size I imagined, but that's okay.” You could tell from her tone that she was disappointed. But she and the professor had already made a deal, and although she was disappointed, she could only continue. Although it was not the size she imagined, Yerin still stroked his cock seriously.

She playfully blew on his cock, making it twitching so hard. “Haha, are you a virgin?

But as far as I know, you have a wife, or you haven’t had sex with your wife for a long time, so your dick got hard just looking at my thighs.” She laughed at the professor as if he were a virgin. “Shut up, Yerin. You should just put in already, and don't even think to mention my wife again.” She felt happy just watching him get angry. ”Do you want your dirty cock put in my mouth?” “Yes, please. Fucking put it in right now.” Hearing how eager the professor was, she cooperated and took the cock into her mouth.

“Fuck, Yerin. Your mouth is so warm.” She cares no more and starts bobbing her head to give him the best blowjob ever. Her blowjob makes the professor doubt, how a university girl can have this skillful blowjob. Her blowjob is not just as simple as holding a cock in her mouth, but there are many techniques involved. She would take his cock into her throat and then spit it back out, then evenly coat his cock with the saliva that remained on it. Then licked his glans. Her hands were not idle either, and she kept playing with his balls. Every move she makes makes him want to die. Yerin even took his balls into her mouth. His cock is now full of her saliva like his cock is already part of her.

Her teasing made him leak out pre-cum. Yerin helped him lick off the pre-cum nonchalantly. “Slap me with your cock.” Although he was frightened by the sudden request, the professor did as she wished and patted her lustful face with his cock. His saliva-filled cock patted her face causing some of the saliva to splash onto her face. After the patting, he found that Yerin's facial expression was so erotic that he couldn't help but lift her up onto the table and let her lie down. He roughly took off her clothes, exposing her to a black lace bra that was the same style as her panties.

The black color makes him more turned on, he buries his face between her tits and lick her cleavage. At the same time, his hands are groping her tits. The blackness turned him on even more and he buried his face between her breasts, licking her cleavage. Meanwhile, his hands were caressing her breasts. He treated Yerin's breasts like they were desserts and had endless aftertaste. He couldn't stand it anymore, so he took off the bra that was in the way and displayed her breasts perfectly in front of him.

His hand was already teasing the outside of Yerin's pussy. He found that she was already so wet, and his hand felt very wet as soon as he touched her pussy. “Already so wet didn't you" He kissed her again while his hands pulled her skirt up and into her panties and started fingering her. “Fuck, your fingering is so good SIr.” He laughed after hearing what Yerin said because it was natural, he was a married man. He speeded up his fingering and caught her off guard, making her squirt. She was squirting so hard that she lay on the table and kept twitching. The professor took his fingers containing her juices into his mouth. “Your juices are much better than her,” She smiled after hearing that the professor liked her juices.

“However, you still have a lot to learn when it comes to pleasing a man. Let me teach you a lesson now.” He put off her soaked panties and tucked his cock into her wet pussy. Yerin, who had just squirted, was so sensitive that she moaned loudly the moment he put it in. “Fuck, you are so thick inside me.” He smirked and started to fuck her. He starts with a slow pace first, letting both of them used to each other size. He can slowly push his cock until the deepest then pull it out back. Then he keeps repeating this movement until he is used to her tightness. Once he was used to it, he raised his speed and fuck her. Their body collision and her moaning sound were so loud. Her moaning broke his mind, and he grabbed her tits to fuck her more deep. She is just a moaning mess right now and holding his hands to prevent his leaving

The missionary position alone wasn't enough for him, so he turned Yerin around. Now her smooth ass is facing the professor. The professor greedily touched her smooth ass, and even spanked her ass a few times. Her ass was so bouncy when spanked. “Yes, spanked me harder.” ”You need to say more lewd things to get a man more excited.” She didn't know how to say more lewd things The professor gave her a spank and said: ”Called me Daddy.”

“Fuck me already, Daddy.” Satisfied, he inserted his cock from behind and said, "That’s my good girl." This time he fucked Yerin at a very fast speed. Since she was lying on the table, she could only keep moaning and saying some lewd things to keep the professor horny. “Yes, fuck me harder Daddy. Make my pussy become your size. Treat me like a dirty whore.”

Her dirty words made the professor even more excited. “Yes, you know how to please a man while you getting fuck.” He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her up from the table. He makes her arching her back. He leaned close to her ear and whispered: ”Do you really think this is a win-win situation? It's only my win at the end. You can do nothing if I don't give you a good grade after I have fucked you. You have no evidence to report me.” “Never mind, Daddy. Even if you don't give me good grades, I am still your dirty whore.” “You are really my good girl Yerin.”

He hugged Yerin and sat on the chair together. The professor held her waist and made her up and down against his cock. “Daddy is so deep.:” After that, he stopped his move, and let her do it herself. “ Move it yourself.” She is a good girl, she will do whatever her daddy asks. She up and down herself against his cock. She didn't want everything is only done by her, so she held his hands on her breast asking him to play with her breast. The professor followed her, playing with her breasts. He even teased her nipples. But he didn't want to just play with her tits, so he ran his hands down her body until he touched her pussy. He stimulated her clitoris with his finger while his cock is stimulating her G-spot.

Yerin looked like she was going to heaven. “Daddy is really an experienced man, you are so fucking good.” The two of them were already on the verge of cumming. The professor grabbed back her waist and did a final sprint. “Where did you want Daddy to cum on?” “Just cum inside me please, Daddy.” Knowing where to cum, he cares no more and continues his fast thrusting until he cum inside her. They cum at the same time. She squirts to the floor. The floor now is very wet due to her squirt. The professor cum every drop inside her. He didn't have sex for a long time, so he cum very much. He holds Yerin and makes sure every drop is inside her then he only lets Yerin go. When she stands up from his legs, his cum is still dripping out from her pussy. She thanked him by licking his cock, and also helping him to clean it. “Daddy’s cum is so delicious, I like it so much.” He lay on the chair panting and ignored her.

When the results were released, Yerin undoubtedly got first place, even though her test paper had no answers. Her friends wanted to help her celebrate her first place, but they couldn't find her. Because now Yerin is lying on the professor's desk being fucked by her favorite professor to repay him again. “Yes….. fuck me more harder Daddy.” The moaning from the room.

#gfriend smut #gfriend yerin smut #yerin smut #jung yerin smut

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cosmichobi · 7 years

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Clandestine | 02

College AU || Hoseok x Reader || Fluff || Angst || Smut

After getting caught in the most compromising position of all, you find yourself involved in a scheme to break Jung Hoseok’s heart. How far are you willing to go to keep a secret?

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“Have I ever told you my theory about the correlation between a person’s favourite sex position and their favourite flower?”

You looked up, not believing that those words had just come out of Jimin’s mouth. At the same time, you absolutely believed that those words had just come out of Jimin’s mouth, because it was Jimin.

“You haven’t, and I’d like to keep it that way.”

“Nah trust me, it’s legit.” Jungkook interjected, which only strengthened your belief in the opposite.

“What’s your favourite flower?” Jimin asked, eagerly awaiting your response. You thought for a moment, partially to wonder why you were even entertaining this conversation, before answering.

“I guess I really like peonies.”

“Let me guess, your favourite position is cowgirl.” You cocked your head to the side, unaware of how Jimin managed to guess that so quickly. From your silence, Jimin knew he was right. “I am so good at this!” He high-fived Jungkook, and you could only shake your head.

“I don’t want to know about the research that went into that.”

You focused your attention back to Taehyung’s camera, flicking through his picture gallery. Had you not shown the two dancing idiots the pictures he had taken of flowers (only expecting them to compliment their friend’s talent), the conversation would never have taken the turn that it did. You had moved past the flower pictures, now looking at some photos he had taken during the rain.

Behind you, Taehyung was in the middle of talking to one of the magazine editors about having some of his photos featured in articles. Though the two of you had made a pinky-swear last night, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t surprised when he actually showed up.

“Can I have that back for a second?” Taehyung asked, and your fingers brushed past each other as you handed him his camera. The butterflies didn’t last long, as Yerin entered the room at that moment, and your eyes followed her as she took her seat at the table. She didn’t look back at you, though she probably knew you were seething. She must have taken great pleasure in it.

“You still hate her?” Jungkook asked, nodding towards Yerin.

“I’ve never hated her.”

“You were just giving her the dirtiest look.” Jimin smirked. You hadn’t even realised, but you couldn’t control the faces you made most of the time. Her presence in the room had reminded you why you were there in the first place, the bi-weekly magazine meeting. You turned to Jimin and Jungkook, an interrogation as to why they were in the room on the tip of your tongue.

“We’re waiting for Tae, before you ask why we’re here.”

The meeting started when the three boys left, but you could barely focus. You were constantly tapping your pen against the desk, eyes glazed over as you thought about the meeting you had arranged with Yerin as soon as this was over. When Namjoon, the head of the Music section, put his hand over yours to stop you, you placed the pen in your mouth and chewed on it.

“Is there a reason you’re so tense today?” he whispered.

“I’m not tense.” Namjoon shot you a look, and you know he would’ve probed you further had you not been in the middle of a meeting. You silently thanked him for not saying anything, wishing away the last minutes of the meeting.

Bitterness ran through you as you watched everyone pack away their things, getting ready for whatever it was they had planned for the night. You already knew it involved procrastination, as you were ready to do the same damn thing. The door was shut with an enthusiastic slam as the last person left.

Yerin opened the windows, airing out the room that had been filled with people just minutes prior. You hissed when the frigid air hit you. The click of her heels against the ground was the only thing you could hear as she made her way back to the table. She sat opposite you this time, packing her laptop into her bag before she looked over at you.

“What’s your favourite flower?” You asked.

“What?”

“Just wondering.”

“I like daffodils.” You made a mental note to ask Jimin what that meant. A small, bittersweet smile grew on her face. Hoseok had bought her daffodils often. She didn’t particularly care for them until he first bought some for her, the brightest smile plastered on his face. She hadn’t realised she still liked them until you asked. How pathetic, she thought, that he still had an effect on her. “Anyway, the plan.”

“Before you start with the delusion and negativity, I have a question.” Yerin raised an eyebrow. “How do I know you won’t spread the pictures regardless of what I do?”

“It’s an agreement. You help me get what I want, and in return I won’t spread the pictures. We both benefit.” She sighed once she realised you were still unconvinced. “I’m one of, if not the most reliable members of the sub-team. Whether you like me or not, you have to admit that. I’m a woman of my word, and if you do this, then your secret is safe with me.”

There was something not quite right about the very person blackmailing you insisting that she was a woman of her word.

“What’s the plan, then?”

“See, I’m not the only girl to have ever fallen for Hoseok, and I won’t be the last.” Yerin began, and you resisted the urge to once again tell her to get to the point. You thought maybe she spoke this way on purpose to annoy you, because there was no way she was delusional enough to think you cared this much about the backstory. “And it’s not fair that he keeps leading people on, just to break things off with them once they develop real feelings for him. It’s fucked up.”

“You want to get revenge on him for not having feelings for you?”

“I’m not gonna sit here and let the girl who fucked her professor judge me.”

“I’m not judging.” You spoke through gritted teeth. “I’m just confirming that this is the case.”

“It’s more than not having feelings for me. It’s taking me out, treating me like a princess, acting as if I’m the only person in the world that matters to him, and then being disgusted when I catch feelings. He dared to look me in the eye and tell me that it was never about feelings, it was just about s-”

“You’re ranting.” That was about as polite as you were going to get. You glanced at the clock, deciding that Yerin had 15 minutes until you were going to get the hell out of there.

“Right.” Yerin took a deep breath and unclenched her fists. You decided, in that moment, that you didn’t feel safe when alone with her. “I’m going to flip the script on him, and I’m using you to do it. He’s gonna be the one to fall in love this time, and you’ll be the one to break his heart.” Her words were so final, so certain.

“You seem awfully confident about this.”

“Because I know exactly what to do to make him fall for you.” You knew better than to point out that if this was the case, the two of you wouldn’t be in this predicament.

“And what’s that?”

“It’s simple, actually. The Three Fs and One D.” You raised an eyebrow. “You need to be funny, flirty, and fuckable.”

“Fuckable?”

“Just don’t be a prude.”

“No, I get what you’re saying, I just wasn’t expecting you to be so crude about it.” You shrugged. “Continue.”

“That brings me to the One D; do not give him what he wants.”

After all the jabs she’d made at you, it wouldn’t have been completely out of line to ask her exactly which part of the Three Fs and One D she had failed at, and boy did you consider it, but you also knew better than to test her limits.

You pondered over the information you’d been given. There was a part of you, a very large part of you, that doubted this would work. However, thinking back to what Yerin knew about you, you had to try.

“Once he’s interested, and he will be interested, he’ll turn on the charm. He’ll tease you, compliment you, make you feel special. Do not fall for it. All you need to do is stick to the script.”

“That’s it, and he’s mine?” Yerin nodded. “You make him out to be a very simple man.”

“Most men are.” That, you agreed with.

But something told you Hoseok would be a lot more complicated than that.

Jungkook’s hair was a mess when he opened the door, and the only thing covering him was a towel wrapped around his waist. This meant one of two things.

“Did you just take a shower or have sex?”

“Shower.” You breathed a sigh of relief. The last time you walked in on Jungkook having sex, you couldn’t look each other in the eye for almost a fortnight. He took his spare key back from you after that, wondering why he ever allowed you access to his apartment.

“I see. Anyway, I was wondering if you’re going out drinking with the dance team?” Jungkook’s face contorted in confusion, which you knew it would. In fact, you knew exactly what he was going to say in response.

“I’ve invited you to come out with us so many times and you always say no.”

“Yeah, but I heard through the grapevine that you’re going to the Terrace Bar today, and I love it there.” This much was true. The Terrace Bar was one of your favourite places in the city, and if it wasn’t always filled with intoxicated young adults, you’d probably go there to write more often. The seats on the terrace exposed you to the perfect view of campus and the city beyond, reminding you of the world outside of yourself. It was easy to get lost in the bubble at university, and you found the reminder to be humbling.

“The grapevine?”

“Rosé told me, and Jennie told her, and Jennie found out because she heard Jimin telling some girl about it.” You paused, noting the guilt on Jungkook’s face. “Unless Rosé is lying to me, and you told her about it.”

“Well, I’ll probably get there in an hour, so see you later!” Jungkook shut the door in your face before you could respond. You shook your head, but decided not to pursue it. All you really wanted was confirmation that the dance team were indeed going out drinking that night. The dance team weren’t going to do anything without their captain, and he was the only reason you needed to go.

The half an hour you had between texting Jennie and Rosé and their arrival gave you enough time to think about what the hell you’d gotten yourself into.

It wasn’t like you and your professor were involved in some long, steamy love-affair. Working as hard as you did for the magazine, alongside your part-time job, made it difficult to keep up with schoolwork, and you were admittedly awful at prioritising things. There was only one module that you hadn’t passed, and you did what you had to do to get your grade changed. You weren’t proud of it, but you felt like it was your only option at the time.

Now here you were, part of a scheme to get revenge on some boy who had never wronged you in his life. The thing was, you felt more sorry for yourself than anyone else. You knew it was a selfish way of thinking, but you had a reputation to uphold.

Even if Yerin’s plan succeeded, Hoseok would surely get over you. Your secret would be safe, and everyone would be happy.

Eventually.

Hopefully.

Maybe.

A particularly rhythmic knock on the door alerted you of Jennie and Rosé’s presence, and you let them in quickly. They had barely set two feet into your apartment when Jennie gasped, eyes laid on you.

“Someone’s looking to get laid tonight!” Jennie pulled at the drawstring on your playsuit as she spoke. Heat rushed to your face before you swatted her hands away, choosing only to shake your head at the comment. Of course, there was a reason you decided to dress the way you did, but you weren’t going to tell them. “Don’t ignore me!” Jennie whined. “Who are you all dressed up for?”

“Yeah, you know Taehyung’s not coming tonight, right?” Rosé tore her eyes away from her phone to add her two cents. The death-glare you sent her way did nothing to deter her, she was used to it by now. “It’s weird, you guys have been friends for way too long to have never had sex, considering how attractive you both are.” Rosé’s smart mouth was part of the reason you were friends, and as immune to it as you were, you couldn’t help but feel slightly annoyed at her comment.

“I think you and Jungkook are the perfect example as to why fucking your friends isn’t always a good idea.” Jennie chortled at your response.

“That was a low blow, but you’re not wrong.” Rosé glanced down at her phone momentarily before looking back up at you. “We’re on good terms now, though.” And thank fuck for that. The 6-week aftermath of Rosé and Jungkook’s fallout (yes, it lasted an entire 6 weeks) were some of the most testing times for your friendship group.

“We realised.” Jennie responded, adjusting her belt. “Let’s get going, before shit turns sentimental.”

The bar was as busy as you expected it to be, unfortunately. As you fought past all the bodies, you mentally cursed Jungkook, Jimin and the rest of the dance crew for sitting as far away from the entrance as possible. They probably thought it made them look cool, or something.

“We bought you drinks.” Jimin gestured to the three untouched cocktail glasses on the table. You sniffed the drink to confirm it was your usual before taking a sip, your eyes scanning the table.

No sign of Hoseok. Weird, considering he was their captain and probably organised this night. You raised your gaze to the bar, and that’s where you spotted him. He was with – wait, was that Namjoon?

“Namjoon?” You had sauntered over to the pair and tapped Namjoon on the arm to get his attention. “I didn’t know you’d be here tonight.”

“Yeah, Hobi invited me.” You turned to meet Hoseok’s gaze, which you had felt on you the moment you walked over. It burned your body as his eyes travelled over you. You didn’t say anything to him, though, not even when he flashed you the smile that had probably gotten Yerin to fall for him. You had a game plan, and you would stick to it. Turning back to Namjoon, you rested against the bar. “Are you still as tense as you were earlier, or are you feeling better?”

“I wasn’t tense.” You lied, and Namjoon pulled the same face that your parents used to when you were a child and pretended that you hadn’t eaten any chocolate, whilst your face was smeared with it. “Okay, whatever, I’m better now.”

“Good. If the pressure’s getting to you, the rest of us have no hope.” Namjoon smirked, but you grimaced at his words.

“You need to take me off that pedestal.”

“Accept the compliment for once!”

“It was an exaggeration, not a compliment.” You teased, earning a shake of the head from Namjoon. Setting your now-finished drink at the bar, you said a goodbye to Namjoon before heading back to the rest of your friends. You had only acknowledged Hoseok once. Judging by Yerin’s words, this was the perfect level of disinterest to pique his interest.

Satisfied with yourself, you took the free seat next to Jimin. His faced wasn’t flushed yet, so you knew he’d actually engage in meaningful conversation. Well, as meaningful as it could be with him. “What about daffodils?”

“What?”

“Your sex position theory. What do daffodils mean?”

“Oh, anal.” He handed you a shot glass. “Take a shot with me!” Jimin had a talent for saying the wildest things like they were normal, then continuing about his day. Even as you downed the shot, your brain was working overtime trying to figure out how a love for daffodils translated to liking anal.

As a woman on a mission, you couldn’t go more than a few minutes without looking up, eyes searching for Hoseok. He seemed to be making his way around the bar, socialising with various members of the dance team as well as other people he knew, because he seemed to know everyone. He never stayed in the same place for more than a few minutes. Once he’d made his way around the bar twice, it didn’t surprise you that his next move was to go up the terrace. Naturally, you followed.

“Hold this.” Shoving your drink into Jimin’s hand, you walked over to the stairs heading up to the terrace. You also pretended not to notice him down your drink as soon as you got up.

There weren’t many people on the terrace, just a handsy couple and a few smokers. Everyone else seemed to be downstairs. Hoseok was sat on a stool, looking out over the railing.

“Didn’t think you’d escape up here.” You took a seat in the stool next to him, not waiting for an invitation. He turned to you, noting the way you sat facing him instead of the view.

“Why not? It’s the best part.”

“That’s true, but I didn’t think you’d come up here yourself. You seemed to be having fun downstairs.”

“Were you watching me?” He simpered when you tore your eyes away from him, choosing instead to look off into the distance as you avoided his gaze.

“You were staring at me as I spoke to Joon, so I guess we’re even.” A part of you felt accomplished when his cheeks turned redder than usual. The reaction confused you, as it’s not like he should have been surprised that you knew he was looking at you. He was a bold starer, one of the weird ones that didn’t look away when you caught them. He was lucky he was charming, it must have been the only reason he got away with it. “Why are you up here?”

“I wanted to see if you’d follow me.” Hoseok had anticipated your attempt at hitting his arm, and moved out of the way. You raised an impressed eyebrow at him, which held his attention long enough for you to smack his thigh. He laughed, acknowledging that you had gotten the better of him. “It was just getting a bit stuffy in there. Plus, I like it up here.”

“Same. It’s actually one of my favourite places.” You took a chance to appreciate the view as you spoke, resting against the railing. “Like, when things get stressful, this helps me clear my head.” Hoseok hummed, taking in your words.

“I would have never guessed. Then again, I don’t really know much about you, even though all our friends are friends.”

“What do you know about me, Hoseok?” He paused, your question catching him off guard. You didn’t know him well enough to be sure, but the glint in his eye told you he was about to say something that would have you trying to hit him again.

“You like peonies.”

“Oh my God, they told you?!”

“We’ve got to share data to keep the theory going.” You shook your head, these boys were absolutely unbelievable. His eyes met yours, his expression turning serious for a moment. “I also know that Yoongi loves you like a sister. I know that you’ve made it this far without killing or serious injuring Jungkook and Jimin, so you probably love them a lot more than they make it sound.” Your lips curled upwards at the last bit.

“What do they say about me?” You could only imagine it went something along the lines of them complaining about you complaining about them doing something stupid, which was every time they left their rooms.

“Nothing too bad, I promise.” Hoseok paused. “I actually think you’re very intriguing.” He bit down on his bottom lip, inching slightly closer to you. You looked up at him, having been in this position enough times to know what was coming.

Hoseok wasn’t sure what had come over him. He knew what Yoongi had said, that you were practically off-limits, but he found it hard to care when you were this enticing. He used a finger to tilt your chin up towards him. As he leaned into you, all you could think about were Yerin’s words.

Do not give him what he wants.

Raising a hand to his chest, you gently pushed him away from you. His brows furrowed as he jutted his lips forward in a pout.

“You have to at least take me on a date first.”

“I can respect that.” He pulled out his phone from his back pocket, handing it to you. “Can I have your number?” You tapped the digits into his phone, contemplating giving yourself a nickname, but coming up short.

“Oh, am I interrupting something?” Namjoon’s voice made Hoseok jump, even though he tried to play it off. You snickered to yourself as you handed him back his phone.

“Not at all.” You spoke before Hoseok had a chance to. You hopped off your stool and made your way to the top of the stairs. “Enjoy your cigarette.” You didn’t have to turn around to know a pair of dark eyes were watching your every move as you walked away.

Hoseok’s mind was made up.

He wanted you.

#jung hoseok #hoseok scenarios #bts #bts scenarios #j hope scenario #j hope #hoseok scenario

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alabastertouch · 7 years

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From Paris, With Love

Genre: Fluff?? Angst??

Characters: Jung Jaehyun x Reader

Warning/s: Some smut mentioned *blushes* and cursing.

A/N: Okay, I’m not sure what this is? This isn’t a request, but it’s been sitting in my computer for a while. I have a happier version of this, but I liked how the angst turned out to be. Anyways! Enjoy our lovely Jung Jaehyun! ❤︎

Y/N has no idea what she’s doing in Paris right now.

Sure, Taeyong invited her as his childhood friend, but he was never aware of her unrequited love for him. He thinks that Y/N sees him as her older brother, but it is far from that.

Paris is the best location for sweet weddings, but it’s not fair for those who have no one to love. It’s called the city of love for a reason. Everywhere she looks, the couples are clinging onto each other like they couldn’t in South Korea.

Last night’s wedding bummed her out big time, and now, she’s in the hotel’s restaurant catching up with her food intake.

She got painfully drunk last night, that she actually ended up in someone else’s room.

And she was bare naked, too.

She groans as she remembers. Who in this beautiful city did I sleep with last night? The guy was actually taking a shower when she had woken up, and she shuffled her way out this morning to escape the embarrassment. She remembers the voice calling for her though, yet she didn’t turn around to take a good look at him.

“Hello,” a tall guy wearing jeans and a plain tee greets her with an adorable smile. “May I sit here?”

She nods, unable to say anything. That voice sounds way too familiar...

She peeks on the guy’s collarbone and finds a purpling mark that he is obviously trying to hide.

“Why did you run away this morning?” The male whispers lowly, sending chills down her spine.

I’m screwed.

“My name’s Jaehyun, by the way, in case you forgot,” he eats some of Y/N’s breakfast that she doesn’t touch anymore. “My real name’s Yoonoh, but whatever floats your boat.”

Y/N cannot believe her eyes. How did we end up having sex last night?

“We were both drunk as fuck,” Jaehyun informs her as she begins to look conflicted.

“You look lonely,” a tipsy Y/N elbowed the drinking Jaehyun beside her.

“My girlfriend just dumped me over the phone, then I heard a guy’s voice,”

“Maybe it’s her dad?”

“Telling her to come back to bed?” Jaehyun chuckled as Y/N frowned after hearing the next line.

“Well, she’s bullshit!” Y/N continued drinking her tequila, and then the loud music jammed throughout the venue.

“Come on, big boy, let’s dance!”

And so she pulled the unwilling Jaehyun on the dance floor. Right after she saw Taeyong and the bride’s sensual dance moves, she stopped moving and slumped despite her bleary eyesight.

Jaehyun noticed and turned to where Y/N was looking at.

“Hey,” Jaehyun tried to get her attention, but she was focused to the newlyweds’ erotic dance. Out of nowhere, he grabbed her face and passionately took the breath out of her.

“Make me forget about it,” Y/N pleaded as she tightly embraced his waist.

They abandoned the rest of the party, giving in to their deepest desires in bliss.

“I’m an embarrassing human being,” Y/N hides her face.

“You’re not,” Jaehyun disagrees. “You’re actually pretty good. If you weren’t, I wouldn’t have this hickey.” Jaehyun lowers his collar a bit.

“How can you remember? I can’t even remember a single thing!” Y/N mutters.

“Do you want me to remind you?” He leans into her ear and whispers.

“Shut up,” she whines as she bangs her head on the table.

“Shut it, sweetheart. Now, finish your food because we’re going to the Eiffel Tower today!” Jaehyun announces ecstatically.

“Said who?”

“I did! And it’s a date.”

Y/N promised to stay in touch with Jaehyun after that wonderful date around Champs-Élysées. They took pictures, they held hands, they kissed, and they had a repeat performance of the previous night’s rendezvous.

Poor Jaehyun for holding on to her empty promises.

He receives no call from Y/N, even after five days of their return to Seoul. He could ask Taeyong, but it appears so that the female does not want to see him, nor does she want to involve herself with.

Still, it makes Jaehyun incredibly lonesome.

“Cheer up, hyung,” Mark pats his back before he prepares to go to university.

“Maybe I should go out now. I don’t think moping would be of any help.” He’s usually so cheery, but because of one girl who does not want to keep in touch after two amazing nights (at least to Jaehyun, it is), he is in a funk.

“Yeah, just go to Ten hyung’s bash later, hyung. I wish I can go, but I need to worry about my future.” Mark grumbles before tugging on his backpack and leaving their apartment.

So Jaehyun does go to Ten’s party, and it may have only consisted of some friends, which includes Taeyong and his new wife.

“Hey, Ten, I hope you don’t mind but I invited someone,” Taeyong sheepishly informs, his hands on his wife, Yerin.

“No problem, hyung! The more, the merrier! What’s your friend’s name?”

Jaehyun somehow wishes that Y/N’s name will come out of Taeyong’s mouth. He hopes that she will appear in front of Ten’s door, and she will see how miserable she has made Jaehyun by not reaching out to him.

“Her name’s Jennie,” Jaehyun downs his beer to hide his dissatisfaction.

“Sounds like a girl,” Yuta points out as he gets himself some chips.

“Because she is, stupid,” his girlfriend, Sorn, hits his head. Yuta groans in pain and asks for Sorn’s unneeded forgiveness, but she lets him anyway. That’s how nauseating they are.

Or maybe Jaehyun is just bitter.

“Ten, Jen says she’s here. Let me open the door.” Taeyong rushes to the main door of Ten’s house and opens it to reveal a tall brunette female along with a blonde one beside her.

“Hi, oppa,” Jennie greets Taeyong with a hug. “I hope you don’t mind, I brought some friends. This is Lisa, and I thought Ten and Yuta’s girlfriend would like to meet her because she’s Thai as well.”

Lisa and Ten both exchange pleasantries in their own language, and Ten’s smile has been worn since he saw her.

“Oh, and another friend came by. I finally forced her to come with us since she doesn’t want to leave the house since we came back from Paris,” Jennie fills in some information, but Jaehyun decides to drown it out. He does not expect to see Y/N anymore. “She’s just parking across the street.”

Taeyong smiles at the last friend’s appearance.

“Y/N, you finally came out of your hellhole!” Taeyong exclaims as he tackles the female with a hug.

And Jaehyun almost spits out the alcohol. Suddenly, he’s sober and all traces of his tipsiness is gone.

He turns his face away from the said female, hoping that she wouldn’t notice him. He may have expected her to come, but he hasn’t thought of what to say to her. Suddenly, all the questions in his mind are erased from him.

He misses her face, though. He traced her featured during the second night after she fell asleep, hoping that even if she leaves the next morning, he will remember the contours of her face, the high rise of her cheekbones, her dimples, and her wide eyes.

He remembers it surreally, and he so much wants to catch a glimpse of it once again.

Giving in to the temptation, Jaehyun decides to take just a little peek of her, and to his grimace, she is looking right back at her.

She looks utterly surprised, but relief is visible through her features. Jaehyun sees that her fists are balled, knuckles already turning white. Jaehyun looks away, once again feeling bitter after she completely cut him off after promising that she wouldn’t.

Don’t waver, Jung Jaehyun. Don’t.

The night goes on like that, with him stealing glances at Y/N and Y/N doing the same, and whenever their gazes meet, Jaehyun always turns away first.

It’s a cycle so cruel, but Jaehyun wants to make her feel how he did.

Jaehyun escapes the stuffy house. Yuta and Sorn are already drunk, but they’re the same as when they are not. They’re still overly cheesy and unnecessarily touchy. Ten is as well, flirting with the quiet newbie Lisa, who is now sleeping on his shoulder. Jennie is the only one sober, as she is assigned to drive home.

Y/N is nowhere to be found.

Jaehyun later finds her sitting on Ten’s yard, staring up at the night sky. She does not notice the intrusion of another person.

“Ah…” she slurs, pointing to the sky. “I hate myself.”

Jaehyun assumes that she’s intoxicated as well by the way she is speaking to herself.

“Because of your silly fears, you lost the chance with an amazing guy, Y/N,” she giggles to herself and chugs down the contents of her bottle. “He must hate me so much.”

Jaehyun decides not to speak, wanting to hear how she feels.

“I miss Jaehyun,” she suddenly sobs. “Moon, how come he doesn’t want to look at me? I pushed him away, right? Did he hate me because of that? I was afraid that it maybe something he doesn’t want to happen. Maybe it was only the sex that he liked, and I was afraid because I felt something special between us.”

Jaehyun suddenly feels relief wash his senses.

“Stars, can I have one wish, even if I’m selfish?” She does not receive an answer of course. “I wish Jaehyun won’t hate me anymore. I don’t know if I can explain this to him, but I really, really like him. Do you think he feels the same?”

“I don’t think the stars know the answer to that question,” Jaehyun finally makes his presence known, and in a flash, Y/N turns her head to him. “Only I know it.”

“You’re here,” she smiles, staying at where she’s seated in case he doesn’t want her to go to him.

“I was only waiting for you, Y/N,” Jaehyun sits beside her, taking ahold of her beer. “I would’ve understand, and it would’ve saved us a lot of heartbreak if you decided to confirm it with me first.”

Y/N remains silent, knowing that Jaehyun is right.

“I like you too, Y/N,” Jaehyun holds her face between his hands, in joy to finally touch her beauty. “Much more than you think. I can’t forget about you, and I didn’t want to. Those nights weren’t just usual nights for me, but what I felt when we were together was something that I’ve never felt before.”

Y/N smiles, then sobs afterwards and falls to his chest.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Jaehyun hushes her and holds her close.

“I’m sorry,” Y/N apologizes.

“It’s okay now, baby,” Jaehyun kisses the hollow of her temple. “I’m here now. We’re okay.”

#nct scenarios #jaehyun scenario #jaehyun #jung jaehyun #nct u scenarios #nct 127 scenarios #jung jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun angst #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun smut #kpop scenarios

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ao3feed-minjoon · 7 years

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A Fresh, New Gay

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2nkBHxl

by purebluemeow

Jimin discovers he's gay, and then he meets his first official gay crush, Namjoon. Only, Namjoon miiiight be straight.

Y'all know the drill, I suck at summaries. (I'm lookin' at you Gina)

Words: 14099, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Additional Tags: Gay, Gay Sex, Trans Character, FTM Jungkook, Fluff, Smut, okay so jungkook/yerin is actually canon, but i never really said it in the fic, i meant to but i got caught up in minjoon, the maknae line is in grade 11, and the hyung line is in grade 12

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2nkBHxl

#IFTTT #minjoon #nammin #ao3feed #fanfic

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trashynoona · 7 years

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Obnoxiously loud, but sweet.

Wordcount: 7, 855 words

Genre: Fluff and Smut

My name is Kim Ha Yun, I am a 22 years old college student from the Republic of Korea. My name literally translates to ‘bright light’ but there is honestly nothing too bright about me (including my intelligence, lol). As you can tell, I have a pretty self-depreciating sense of humor and I preferred to lurk around the background rather than stand out amongst the crowd. My parents are major hippie lawyers who gave up their comfortable 9am – 5pm job in order to run their civil-rights firm where they gave speeches and rallies to help raise awareness for the less-fortunate. You would always see them in the cover page of daily newspapers sharing their opinion on the most-current humanitarian issue, while if you look closely enough, you might see me lurking in the background, doing something completely random like taking a sip of water, or staring into space. In fact, one time, the newspaper agency mistook me as one of the homeless people (thanks to my messy hair and ‘effortless outfit’ I had put together) giving out a packet of food to an actual homeless girl during one of my parent’s rally. ‘Homeless teen with big heart, sharing her food with others in need.’ Was the headline to the article.

My parents are extremely charismatic, romantic individuals who met in the prestigious Seoul National University Law Program. They were very much iconic graduates. So very naturally, they have hoped for their daughter to follow their foot-steps and like I said earlier on, with my not too bright brain; I barely managed to scrap into the prestigious university despite all the intensive tuition I had gone through. Being the sweet, supportive parents they are, they were obviously proud of me. My father insists that I am like an unpolished diamond, and once I am ready, I will shine brightly just like my name, ‘Ha Yun’.

I don’t have the heart to tell him that I really doubt that is going to happen.

Nonetheless, I am glad to have entered SNU as I am able to get away from my parents for a bit by staying in the capital while my hippy parents travelled around the outskirts of Korea, helping those unfortunately forgotten by the society. Despite being in my second year of studies, I have yet to decide on my major. I did not want to disappoint my parents, but I know I can never fill their shoes as such charismatic, genuine leader to a great social cause.

While lugging my books and dragging my feet, I convinced myself that I should spend some time studying in the library, afterall, my midterms were around the corner. I dreaded the incoming exams , not because I could not do my exams; but rather, because that means I had to choose a major before the start of semester 2. I have received countless of reminders from the school administrative team, who seemed to be more anxious about my major than I am.

As I navigate my way through the crowded library, I avoided the tables in the middle section; as too much attention will be drawn to me. Everybody would stare if I dropped a book and I absolutely hated it. However, with the exams around the corner, people flocked to the library and the only seat available was the one right smacked in the middle of the entire revision section. I rolled my eyes as I attempt to place my bag gently on the floor.

I hurriedly took out my notes and buried my head amongst them; not wanting to be aware of the sights and sounds of the world. That’s until, I notice a low continuous whisper of ‘Hey! Hey! Hey!’ coming from the other end of the table. I tried my best to ignore the voice, assuming he was calling out to somebody else. However, it went on and on and I decided there was no choice but to break my solitude.

‘Hey! You’re Kim Ha Yun right? Remember me, Kim Tae Hyung! We took the same elective last semester. Humanrights1001.’ The boy said in a loud whisper.

I stared at the boy curiously, unsure of how to respond. I mean, I obviously know who Kim Tae Hyung is. Everybody does. He is a well-known social butterfly who has a vast connection with people of all majors and apparently a massive flirt as well. However, the problem was, I was not sure how somebody as bright and prominent as he is would actually remember somebody like me who never interacts with anybody in class and always chooses the seat right at the back of the class.

I forced out a smile and a wave before looking back at my books.

‘Hey! It’s nice seeing you again, Ha Yunnie. I see you’ve changed the way you do your hair! It’s pretty!’ Tae Hyung attempted to keep the conversation going.

‘Mm.. thanks?’ I replied in a soft, reluctant voice. Firstly, I really doubt we are of a friendship close enough for him to address me as ‘Ha Yunnie’ and how on Earth does he remember how I did my hair one semester ago when I had never spoken a word to him before.

‘I guess this is what social butterflies are like; always so prominent and observant. Everything that I am not…’ I thought to myself, as I subconsciously stroke the hair that I had decided to grow out over the winter.

‘Here you go Ha Yunnie, have one of these, it can get pretty draining studying. I would get you regular coffee, but nothing’s open right now, sorry.’ Taehyung cheerfully plopped down a can of vending machine coffee in front of my vision.

I jumped in shock; too engrossed in my own world, I did not even notice Taehyung had left the table in the first place.

‘Thanks… You really did not have to.’ I replied, as I awkwardly cupped my hands around the warm can of coffee. Truth to be told, I really needed that cup of coffee.

‘Maybe… after the exams, we could go out to a proper café and I can buy you proper coffee to replace these shitty ones?’ Taehyung suggested, with his eyes filled with hope and charm that could possibly create world peace.

‘Uh… that’s really not necessary. You did not even have to get me the instant ones in the first place.’ I quipped. I wondered if the most popular boy in school had just casually asked me out but I quickly shake the idea away, it was impossible he would be interested in me.

‘No, I insist Yunnie! Here, I have saved my number in your phone, I’ll drop you a text whenever I am in the library alright? I’ll save you a seat, I like studying with you!’ Tae Hyung chirpily declared as he packed his bags and left the library.

I bowed my head casually as I picked up my phone. Tae Hyung must have helped himself to my phone while I was deep in thoughts. The lights on my phone shone and a messaged popped up by the name of ‘Tae Tae’

Tae Tae: It was nice studying with you Yunnie! ^^ You don’t mind if I call you that right? Yunnie.. I’ll see you tomorrow, at the same time, same place for mugging session number 2? :P

I was overwhelmed by the friendliness of this boy whom I barely knew. I could not understand why he would decide to pay any attention to me after so long but some company was indeed comforting for the usual loner in me and afterall, he was a pretty good study buddy; except times where he could not stop talking. Therefore, I decided to do something out of my comfort zone; I replied.

Me: Hey, Taehyung-ssi, sure I’ll see you tomorrow. :)

I held onto my phone and took a deep breath, trying to convince myself that nothing was out of the ordinary and there was nothing wrong having a study buddy; my parents would be glad. Just then, my phone lit up again.

Tae Tae: please, just tae. All my friends call me that. See you! ^.^~

My subsequent study sessions went pretty well, Tae and I would take turns to reserve seats for one another; depending on who arrived first. We would spend most of our time on our own work while he would occasionally shoot his head up and attempt to have a casual conversation with me, while I vehemently tried to keep the conversations short. We were very much Yin and Yang, complete opposites, but somehow, the friendship seemed to work.

Soon enough, it was the last day of mugging before our final paper. A part of me was sad that this unlikely partnership was coming to an end. I did actually enjoy studying with Tae a lot more than I normally do. But I convince myself that this was bound to end, afterall, Tae and I were very much from different social circle, despite living in the same space. As the day came to an end, Tae and I packed our bags and headed to the entrance of the library. We did a little stretching dance to loosen our tensed muscles caused by cramping one too many set of notes.

‘Alright, I guess this is goodbye? It was nice studying with you Tae.’ We shook hands awkwardly and I turned around, heading the opposite direction, walking back to the self-catered hall. Tae lives in the residential college where students had shared kitchens and plentiful of social events. The lifestyle was obviously not for me; hence I’d rather pay an extra hundred bucks each week to have a quiet studio room to myself.

‘Hold on. Let me walk you back! It’s late…’ Tae shot me a one of his iconic boxy smile as he caught up with me.

‘You really don’t have to Tae… I have been walking home on my own for the past three weeks.’ I shook my head as I laughed at the absurd excuse Tae Hyung had given.

‘Is this one of your ways of flirting with girls?’ I asked. I immediately regretted whatever I had said, I blame it on the adrenaline of 10 hours of hard-core studying that broke my typical filter

‘What flirting ways?!’ Tae asked defensively.

‘Well… I did hear some of my friends talking about the notorious player by the name of Kim Tae Hyung? Park Sooyoung the music major, Jung Yerin the sports major, Sana the chemistry major, Choi Yoojung the arts major, Heo Youngji the culinary major‘ I teasingly listed out the names of the girls Tae Hyung had supposedly dated.

‘Okay, stop stop!’ Tae Hyung covered my mouth in order to prevent me from listing more names. To be honest, I heard the list goes on for awhile.

‘Fine, I had a reputation okay? But I am a changed man now. I promise. And no I was not trying to flirt with you, I genuinely wanted to spend a little more time with you…’ Tae Hyung confessed sheepishly.

I was pretty taken aback by Tae’s words but decided to brush it off anyway. The past three weeks have helped me gotten to know Tae slightly better, and he did not seem like that much of a dickhead social butterfly he was rumored to be. I might have a tiny crush this boy, but I refused to acknowledge the feelings. Afterall, this was coming to an end.

‘So Yunnie-ah, do you remember me saying I would like to buy you proper coffee the first time we studied together?’ Tae Hyung asked.

I squinted my eyes and tapped my index finger on my chin, just as I always do when I had to think.

‘Yaaaa~ Did you really forget?’ Tae Hyung asked with exaggerated exasperation,

I giggled.

‘Nevermind, I’ll ask you again, shall we grab coffee tomorrow after the exams?’ Taehyung asked. He was rubbing the back of his neck and if I had not known better, I might have thought the boy was nervous.

‘mm, sure, I’d like that.’ I replied just as we arrive at the front gate of my dorm.

‘Great! I’ll see you tomorrow at 2pm okay? Good luck for your exams!’ Tae hyung gave me a quick, awkward hug complete with an awkward pat on my back before running off even before I could respond.

I sighed in relief as I did the little stretching dance Taehyung had taught me. The exams were finally over and I could finally retreat back to my own little world where I spend hours and hours reading and watching sappy soap operas. I checked the time and realized it was 1.45pm. I hurriedly walked over to the coffeeshop that Tae and I had agreed to meet.

Immediately after I walked into the shop, I wanted to turn my heels and run. Taehyung was seated in a corner with his hair nicely styled and properly pressed shirt. While me on the other hand, I was in a loose white t-shirt, worn out jean shorts and a messy pony tail. Just as I was about to back off, Tae Hyung shot up and waved to me. His loud exaggerated movements and handsome good looks caught the attention of the nearby patrons. I cringed in embarrassment as I hastily walked over to Tae, hoping to neutralize the unnecessary attention as soon as possible.

As I sat down opposite the boy, I notice his legs were bouncing anxiously and he had a bouquet of flowers on his lap. I shrieked.

‘Erm… I ordered you some coffee…’ Taehyung spoke up for the first time since I had sat down.

‘Thanks…’ I crooked, avoiding the handsome boy’s eye contact. It was my turn to die of discomfort as I fought with myself, questioning if the bouquet of flowers were for me.

‘Why the hell would Tae get me flowers?’ I pondered to myself. Absent-mindedly, I ended up spilling the content of my cup onto my white blouse. I cried in pain.

Tae immediately stood up and placed the serviettes over my chest.

‘Oh my god, Yunnie. Are you alright?!’ He questioned as he attempted to wipe of the coffee that I had spilled over my chest. His motions eventually slowed down as he began to realized that he has unknowingly been touching my pretty much non-existential boobs. Tae hurriedly placed the serviettes in my hand and cleared his throat.

‘Erm… I’ll go get you some clean water.’ Tae Hyung said as he awkwardly scratched the back of his head, running away and avoiding my eye contact.

Needless to say, I was awkward as hell and did not know how to react. Afterall, the only other person whom had touched my boobs was my obnoxious ex-boyfriend of mine whom I preferred not to discuss about.

‘Here, wear this over, while we go get you a new outfit.’ Taehyung took out his cardigan and place it over my shoulders. Taehyung then grabbed my wrist and led me out of the café, still avoiding my eyes.

‘mm. Yunnie-ah, the cardigan looks a lot better on you than it is on me!’ Taehyung teased after he gathered his composure.

I looked down at his cardigan which was too large for me and guffawed.

‘You’re so cute. By the way, here’s some flowers for you!’ Tae ruffled my hair and passed me the bouquet of flowers.

‘Why.. why did you get me flowers Tae?’ I asked with my brows knitted.

‘Because we are on a date silly! I have manners okay.’ Tae answered indifferently.

On the other hand, I was choking on air. Heat was rising quickly to my face as I tried to focus on my breathing. ‘Did Kim Tae Hyung just said we were on a date?!’ I screamed in my head. I took a deep breath and tried to remain compose.

‘Who agreed to go on a date with you Mr smarty-pants?!’ I quipped as I playfully smacked the boy with the flowers.

‘Well I thought I made it pretty clear…’ Tae answered.

‘Erm no?!’ I shot back.

‘Well, whatever, you’re out already anyways. So let’s go get you some date clothes!’ Tae shot me his signature mischievous grin although he was still very much avoiding my eyes.

I could not understand how Tae Hyung had troubles looking at me in the eyes and yet managed to churn out such cheesy words while holding me by my hand. The boy ahead of me truly intrigues me. I shook out of my thoughts as Tae casually placed different set of dresses in front of me.

‘I really don’t think these are any good for me Tae…’ I whined while looking at myself in the mirror.

‘Why not? I think they look wonderful!’ Tae was way too excited to be convinced. He was running around the departmental stall, picking out flowery, girly dresses to actually listen.

‘You do realise the colors I wear generally consist of white, black and possibly dark hues of green and blue right?’ I attempted to convince the boy.

‘Come on, just humor me!’ Tae shoved me into the changing room with a white floral skater dress and a sky blue cardigan. I secretly liked the clothes Tae had picked out for me. I took off my stained outfit and hung it over the door of the changing room while I changed into the outfit Tae had picked out for me.

‘Happyyyy?’ I whined as I walked out of the changing room for the boy to check out my outfit. Taehyung was nowhere to be found and I began to feel a little anxious. I tipped toes and perched my head up, trying to look as far as I could for my handsome friend.

Taehyung came running back to me with his boxy grin while shoving some cash back into his wallet.

‘As expected, you look pretty good after you clean up Yunnie! Now let’s go!’ Tae grabbed my wrist again and hurried out of the shop.

‘Wait! My clothes! And no way I am buying these Kim Tae Hyung!’ I tried to resist his strong arms.

‘Too late, I’ve already paid for them!’ He stuck his tongue out at me and looked me in the eyes for the first time since the little incident earlier on.

‘What?! What about my clothes?’ I defended.

‘I threw them away. I kept the cardigan though. I like it on you!’ Tae said in a sing-song voice.

I was exasperated. I was generally brought up in a thrifty family. Although my parents earned a pretty healthy sum of money during their corporate lawyering days, they had always taught me to only spend whatever I needed. Hence I had never indulged in beautiful expensive dresses like the one I am wearing.

‘Where.. where are we running to Tae?’ I asked breathless, blaming on my lack of physical fitness.

Taehyung on the other hand, was high-spirited and very much snaking around the crowd, dragging me along. Normally, I would have been pissed and too uncomfortable to be in a crowded place like this. But somehow, Tae Hyung’s firm grip made me feel safe and his occasionally glances at me with the twinkle in his mischievous eyes put me at ease.

‘We’re going to the carnival! Come on. Hurry Yunnie!’ Tae Hyung quipped. It was a funny scene as he obviously looked very much like a little kid if you had muted away his deep sexy tenor voice.

As we arrived at the carnival, my legs stopped. At the main stage of the carnival, the host was going on about a competition to win a huge, life-sized Gudetama soft toy. I had always loved the sanrio’s lazy egg. Possibly because his lack of motivation in life reminded me of myself.

Tae Hyung inched closer to me so as to see what I was looking at.

‘Oh do you want the gudetama? You love the lazy egg right? We should join the competition!’ Tae suggested, the twinkle in his eyes shone even more brightly now. He was probably very excited.

‘How’d you know I love gudetama? But no thanks… I’ll pass.’ I shook my head despite the fact that my eyes were still glued at the incredibly adorable and comfortable looking soft toy on stage.

‘Yunnie-ah, you do realise that every stationary you own consist of gudetama’s face right?’ Tae Hyung spoke matter-of-factly like I had just asked him the silliest question on Earth.

Just then, the host requested for 4 couples on stage to compete for the prized item. Without a second, Tae Hyung shot up his right hand, jumping up and down and shouting ‘Me! Me! Pick me!’

I was flustered and hurriedly attempt to pull the enthusiastic boy away.

‘That beautiful couple over there! Come right uppppp!~’ the host called out and pointed to Tae Hyung and I.

‘Yessss. Let’s go Yunnie. Don’t worry, just follow my lead okay?’ Despite his obnoxious enthusiasm, Tae Hyung never forgot to look out for my needs and his reassuring smile made me slightly less uncomfortable.

‘Please introduce yourselves.’ The host handed a microphone to Taehyung.

My heart was beating out of my chest. I never liked public speaking and I hated being the center of attention. My parents had once encouraged me to give a sharing on stage at one of their rallies, and it ended with me passing out right as I held onto the microphone.

I focused on my breathing as I steadied myself, attempting not to pass out.

‘I think I might pass out Tae.’ I tugged on Tae Hyung’s sleeves as I spoke.

‘My name is Kim Tae Hyung and I am a college student, this beautiful girl next to me is Kim Ha Yun.’ Tae spoke with his natural confidence as he grabbed onto my hand tightly.

He passed the microphone back to the host and whispered ‘Don’t worry Yunnie, I’ve got your back! Just breathe okay?’

I forced a smile and tried to divert my attention by looking at the crowd. I noticed a bunch of girls of varying ages gushing and whining just by the stage. It was obvious they were smitten by Tae’s natural charm and charisma. I looked at the boy and smiled.

‘Alright, the first task involves you to send one representative forward, the sponsor, Fresh Eggs Restaurant have prepared 10 different delicious egg dishes and the first 3 teams who complete the food will be one step closer to walking home with our life-sized gudetama!’ The host explained.

Tae Hyung let go of my hand and shot me another of his reaffirming smile before walking forward.

‘I’ll take this one.’ He quipped.

It was extremely painful to watch the skinny boy stuff his face with so much eggs. There were fried eggs, steam eggs, half boiled eggs and many others I failed to take notice of as Tae Hyung was shoving the food down too quickly. I winced in guilt for putting the boy through this turmoil. Tae Hyung seemed to have noticed my frown and shot me his boxy smile and gave me a thumbs out all while the running yolk was spilling out of his mouth. Tae Hyung did not seemed to mind at all, in fact, he looked like he might actually be having fun.

I could not help but gave Tae a wide grin and began cheering loudly for him. ‘Kim Tae Tae! Kim Tae Tae!’ I shouted. It was afterall, the most I could do while he stuffed his face with food. Shouting loud chants is not unfamiliar to me, afterall, I would always be situated at the back of a crowd chanting after my parents’ speech.

Before I knew it, the crowd below us picked on and started chanting ‘Kim Tae Tae’ as well. Tae Hyung cheekily waved like a royalty to the crowd, winked at me before turning his attention back to his eggs. His actions caused his ‘fangirls’ to scream. I giggled to myself, amused at how this boy is obviously a sucker for all the attention he was getting. I did not feel so bad for causing him to shove so much eggs into his thin frame anymore.

Taehyung and I made it to the next round much to the support of his now frantic fangirls.

‘Good job to the teams still in the running! Next up, its the challenge to keep fit! The lazy egg is way too lazy for his own good, and it is your job to motivate him to stay healthy. Your job is to pass through this simple obstacle course, sponsored by Sports & Co. The more courses you clear, the more motivated gudetama will become!’ The host explained again.

‘What. This does not even make sense. This is a complete advertisement scam masked as a harmless carnival game!’ I spoke. I realized I sounded like my parents during their rallies.

‘Let’s leave Tae, it’s not worth it. There’s no way I can turn 20 rounds or leopard crawl through the ‘webs of eggs’. I spoke as I tugged on Tae Hyung’s sleeves.

‘No way Yunnie! We made it this far, we can’t give up now! I’ll do it.’ Tae Hyung looked at me with a cute whiny pout as he hit his chest to symbolize his confidence.

‘But.. you just ate 10 different egg dishes. Are you sure you will be fine?’ I was concerned.

‘Come on Yunnie. You’ve underestimated me. I run marathons all the time okay?’ He boastfully reassured me.

Before I could retort, he had moved forward to the host. I did not understand where Tae Hyung found this sheer determination, neither could I understand how he managed to be both cocky and sincere both at the same time.

The bell rang and the race started. Tae Hyung hurriedly begun turning around the cone that was dressed as ‘gudetama’ with minimal effort. Tae was much faster than the rest of the competition. By the time he was done with his 20 rounds, the boy was obviously dizzy. He wobbled around and I feared that he was going to throw up. This time, without my prompt, the crowd started to chant ‘Kim Tae Tae!’ again. Tae Hyung shook his head vigorously to gain back his footing, shot the audience his winning smile and dived into the ‘pool of eggs’ which consisted of yellow and white rubber balls. He needed to find a key amongst all the balls. I could not hold back my amusement at how Tae Hyung was such a major crowd pleaser despite feeling dizzy. I joined in chanting ‘Kim Tae Tae’ while jumping up and down enthusiastically. I did not even realized my actions until very much later. After several dives, Tae’s hand shot up in the pit of ‘eggs’ with the key in his hand. The crowd roared. Tae Hyung hurriedly got out of the pit and prepared to go down on his knees for the leopard crawl.

As he went down on all fours and started moving forward, his shirt rode up and you could see the band of his boxers and some of his smooth tanned skin. Calvin Klein. I found myself staring at his back and his ass as he wiggled his way through the obstacle. I felt a flush on my face again. Embarrassed for checking out my friend lustfully while he struggled his way through the course. While I was nursing the flush on my face, Tae completed the race and once again shot his hand in to sky and blew a kiss to his ‘fanatic fans’. He was obviously pleased with himself.

Tae Hyung returned back to my side, exhausted. He leaned forward and rested his arms on his knees with sweat dripping down his face. Tae Hyung loosen the first two buttons of his shirt, exposing part of his toned, glistening chest. He wiped his sweat with the back of his palm while he closed his eyes to take in a deep breath. I was staring again. It was very unlike me to feel this way, but butterflies were building in my stomach and I actually had the urge to reach forward and caress his toned chest.

‘I did good right?’ Tae Hyung looked over to me.

I nodded my head; still enchanted by his beautifully sculpted body. Seemingly to have a brain of it’s own, my arm shot up and reached for Tae Hyung.

‘Ah, I see your beautiful partner is finally up for some action!’ the host spoke to Tae Hyung and I.

‘Wha.. what?’ We queried.

Turns out, the host had assumed I had raised my hands to volunteer for the next event when my lustful hands reached out for Tae Hyung. ‘Served me right’ I thought to myself.

The host proceed to drag me off to a corner so as to prepare me for the next round. I looked at Tae Hyung with worried eyes and he returned the same look. He knew I was not comfortable being the center of attention. I continuously turned back to look at Tae as the host explained the game. I could see the guilt and worry in Tae Hyung’s eyes.

‘You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.’ Tae Hyung said in a mixture of mouthing the words and hand gesture.

I thought about how much Tae Hyung had went through for me and how the boy is still standing there drenched in his own sweat. I shut my eyes, clenched my fist and shook my head. I was determined to get this through. I would not allow my discomfort to cause Tae’s efforts to go to waste. Afterall, the activity was pretty simple.

We had to put on the iconic yellow suit and perform the gudetama theme song. The group that receive the most cheers would win. I knew there was no problem with the support, because we had Tae’s fangirls on our side. However, it was the fact that I had to wear an embarrassingly striking yellow suit and dance in front of a crowd that caught me. Although I knew the dance by heart. Afterall, it was my guilty pleasure and I would often sing and dance along to it in my room when nobody was watching.

After the competitor performed, it was my turn.

‘Ha Yun-ah!!! You can do it!!!’ Tae Hyung shouted before forming a heart with his hands. His fangirls screamed.

I looked at the boy and forced a smile. I was nervous as hell. But I convinced myself I could do this. All I had to do was pretend like I was in my room and nobody was watching. As the music begun, I jumped forward and did the dance with all my heart. I even included a few cute expressions here and there which made several of the boys in the crowd cooed. I ended the dance with a wink to the crowd and they were on fire. Tae ran over and picked me up.

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‘I’m soooo proud of you Kim Ha Yun!’ Tae announced as he put me down from the bear hug.

‘Well obviously Miss Ha Yun-ssi is a hidden performer and shone brightly like her name says. It would not be right if Mr Tae Hyung and Miss Ha Yun does not win the grand prize right?’ The host asked.

The crowd cheered furiously. Tae Hyung basked in the remnants of his 5 minutes of fame by shooting hearts at the crowd as I received my life-sized Gudetama. The two of us thanked the crowd as we walked off the stage. As expected, several of Tae Hyung’s fangirl crowded around him and asked for pictures and possibly his number. Tae gladly obliged to the photos but humbly declined giving his number away.

I stood at a side, back in my comfort zone observing the situation. I realized that perhaps Tae Hyung is really not that much of a flirt as rumored. He could, afterall give out his numbers to the girls if he wanted to. They were quite of a looker afterall. My train of thought broke as I realized Tae Hyung was beginning to swerve side to side. His lips were pale and he was sweating excessively. Without a thought, I immediately pushed through the crowd of girls and placed Tae Hyung’s arm over my shoulder.

‘I’m sorry, but Tae isn’t well, we need to go.’ I announced.

‘No no I’m fine Yunnie, I really am.’ Tae tried to convince me by flapping his free arm up and down.

‘Shut up Tae, we’re going home.’ I told the boy.

I hailed a cab and gingerly shoved the boy into the seat before requesting to be sent to my dorm. Afterall, I was not sure where Tae Hyung lived and he seemed pretty delirious.

‘I’m fine Yunnie…’ Tae spoke as his lips turned white. He gagged and the cab driver hurriedly passed us a bag, just in case Tae messed up his taxi with his vomit.

‘We really shouldn’t have join the competition Tae. I’m so sorry, Your stomach is probably reacting to all the eggs you ate!’ I wiped off the sweat off Tae Hyung’s forehead while patting his back, hoping to get the food out of his system.

‘Nonsense, it was totally worth it. And you are quite a crowd pleaser yourself Yunnie.’ Tae teased weakly.

I rolled my eyes and pushed Tae Hyung by the arm. Instead of bouncing back up, Tae fell over and I hurriedly grabbed onto him and held him in my arms to steady him.

‘mmm you smell nice Yunnie.’ Tae Hyung mumbled.

The helpful cab driver helped Tae out of the cab before the dorm receptionist pushed Tae Hyung back into my room. I laid him on my bed and quickly soaked a cold towel. I placed it on his forehead but I realized Tae was still heating up. Through my experience working with disaster victims and the few health electives I took in university, I knew that I had to remove Tae’s clothes in order to help him cool down. I quickly unbuttoned his shirt and placed more cold packs on his body. Tae was whining about the cold as I stroke his head to help him calm down.

After about 20 minutes of continuously changing his ice packs, Tae Hyung’s fever finally went down. I sigh in relief and finally took notice of Tae’s body. It was lean and his abs were semi-toned. The gentle movement of Tae’s breathing made me choke. I scooted back, hoping to stop lusting over my friend.

Just then, Tae reached out for my arm, and patted the bed.

‘Please stay with me Yunnie, you’re comfortable.’ He said.

I gingerly inched closer to the bed and sat by the edge of it. Tae Hyung leaned his head on my body and wrapped his arm around me. He looked please.

Typically, I would push the person away. The other thing I hated the most apart from unnecessary attention was physical touch. But I allowed Tae to hug me. I argued that I technically owe it to him, even though I knew deep down, I was more than happy to have the boy wrapped around me.

Tae Hyung woke up and rubbed his eyes sleepily. He looked so much like a lost child, it was adorable.

‘Yunnie?’ He asked.

‘Tae, you’re up! How are you feeling?’ I asked.

‘Been better I guess.. What happened?’ He asked again.

‘The eggs, the obstacle course and the lack of sleep from studying probably put a strain on you. You had a fever.’ I explained.

Tae Hyung’s lip formed an O as he tried to recall the sequence of event.

‘Well I’m glad we won in the end. I had a lot of fun with you today Yunnie.’ Tae spoke in a gentle voice that I was unfamiliar with. His smile was sincere and his eyes while twinkling, was not the same as the mischievous glimmer he normally had.

‘It was unexpected, but I had lots of fun too Tae. Thank you.’ I said with a shy smile.

‘Thank you for celebrating my 22nd birthday with me Yunnie.’ Tae looked at me with the same unfamiliar twinkling eyes again.

‘Huh… It’s your birthday? Why did you not say anything? I did not even prepare a present!’ I exclaimed exaggeratedly. It seemed like Tae Hyung’s dramatic antics had rubbed off me.

‘Silly girl. Having you go on a date with me is the best present I can ever receive Yunnie.. Even though I technically cheated you into going one with me.’ Tae Hyung chuckled in a small voice, avoiding my eyes again.

I smiled at the boy and felt a wave of emotions hitting my chest.

‘Well, to complete the date package, here’s this.’ I inched forward and rested my lips on Tae Hyung’s.

‘Happy Birthday Tae.’ I whispered.

Tae Hyung mischievous glimmer was back. ‘I knew you could never resist me.’ He boasted.

Before I could respond. Tae Hyung planted his lips back on mine. His lips felt warm and soft. It warmed my heart. Tae deepened the kiss by requesting access into my mouth. I responded by opening my mouth slightly and Tae’s tongue reached into mine. The boy pulled me into his embrace as we fall back onto my bed.

Soon, the kiss was turning messy as our tongues danced with burning passion. Tae Hyung held my cheeks with one of his large hands while he gently stroke my back with the other. The sensation awoken my senses and I began to feel the heat rushing from my cheeks to my thighs. I let out a moan before I could stop it. Tae Hyung smirked in the midst of the kiss, signifying his victory in making me hitch. I grew competitive and began moving up and down his body, causing his growing bulge to twitch.

‘I win~’ I announced.

‘Yes, yes you did Yunnie.’ Tae Hyung held onto my body as he flipped us around. He was on top on me this time round. He broke away from the kiss and looked at me in the eyes. This time, it wasn’t twinkling with mischief, neither was it glimmering with tenderness. Instead, it was burning with passion.

‘Before I do anything, I wanted you to know, I really like you Yunnie. Ever since you gave that awfully painful presentation in Human rights class. And I hope you will agree to be my girlfriend.’ Tae Hyung spoke with conviction and lust.

Tae Hyung and I both broke out in laughter as we thought about the time I presented in front of the class. It was indeed painful to watch. I was nervous and awkward, in fact, I stuttered through most of the slides.

‘Yes, I would love to be your girlfriend, Kim Social Butterfly – Crowd Pleaser Tae Hyung!’ I announced.

‘Great.’ Tae Hyung’s eyes were burning again.

There were no more words exchanged between us as he kissed me with burning lust. Tae Hyung worked worked his way down to my neck and nibbled on the crook of my collar bone. I let out a lustful whine.

‘Tae.’ I managed to call out.

‘Mmm?’ He responded, while he casually took off my dress and bra before gently placing his sinful tongue on my right nipple while caressing my left boob. His words left a vibration on my sensitive nipple and it caused me to arch my back.

‘Patience baby’ Tae Hyung cooed. He took his time to take in every part of my body. My body was burning with lust and I needed a release in my core so badly. It has been a long time since I had any action going on.

‘Please Tae..’ I spoke again.

Tae Hyung looked up at me with a mixture of mischief, gentleness and lust in his eyes. He quietly reached down to my core and shoved two fingers into me without any warning. I let out a loud, pleased moan.

‘Yunnie, you naughty girl!’ Tae Hyung teased. I was drenched for him.

He continued to move his fingers up and down, in and out of me. Tae Hyung moved further back and placed his warm tongue on my clit. I was about to explode. It felt so good as Tae Hyung ate me out. I could not hold any longer. I grabbed onto my sheets and called out to my new boyfriend.

‘Please fuck me Tae.’ I said.

Tae Hyung was losing it as well. He hurriedly stumbled to his wallet as he wrestled to open the condom. The scene made me laugh. The usually cocky and composed Kim Tae Hyung was too horny to function.

As he put on the condom, he shot me his usual cocky smirk. ‘Ready or not here I come Kim Ha Yun~’. I had no idea how Tae Hyung managed to sound both sexy and child-like all at once.

The moment Tae Hyung entered me, we both let out a moan of relief. He filled me up to the brim and it rubbed me in all the right areas. We were both a sloppy mess as he pumped in and out of my vagina.

‘Yunnie, I can’t hold much longer, your walls are so tight that a healthy sexy burning man like me can’t even handle.’ Tae Hyung announced, breathless. He rubbed his thumb on my clit while trying his best to maintain the rhythm of his pumps.

I feel the heat rising as it engulfed me in lust. My muscles tensed and I shut my eyes tight as I released my first orgasm in god-knows how long. Just then, Tae Hyung was a squirting mess as well as he rode out his orgasm. We were both satisfied and completely worn out.

My boyfriend slummed onto my as he peppered me with kisses.

‘You’re so hot Yunnie.’ The Tae Hyung with the gentle glimmer in his eyes was back as he wiped off the beads of sweat on my forehead.

‘So are you Tae Tae’ I said as I returned the favour and wiped the sweat off his face.

‘I caught you checking me out throughout the day’ Tae Hyung announced,

I smacked his back, taken aback with his sudden confession. I was embarrassed as I covered my face with the gudetama soft toy that laid beside me.

‘It was cute. Don’t hide your face from me.. jagiya~’’ Tae Hyung pulled the toy away from me as he tested out the new pet name.

‘jagiya?’ He tested again before falling beside me as a giggling mess.

I looked over at this adorable boy and I cannot understand how we managed to end up together. We were completely opposite. He was warm and squishy while I was cold and stiff. But somehow, it seemed to work and I was glad I fought my discomfort and chose to take the seat in the middle of the entire library.

Tae Hyung and I eventually took a shower and fell asleep. It was the best sleep in a long time. It was comforting to have Tae Hyung’s warmth by my side as he squirmed his way and buried his face in my shoulders.

We awoken to the doorbell ringing.

‘Who is it?’ I said tiredly, unwilling to get out of slumber.

‘It’s mummy and daddy~’ my mother announced in a sing-song voice.

‘WHAT?!’ I shouted as I anxiously shook the sleeping boy beside me.

‘mmmm? 5 more minutes jagiya~’ Tae Hyung whined cutely.

However, it was not the time to bask in my boyfriend’s cute antics. I jumped out of bed and threw Tae’s clothes to him.

‘Hurry. My parents are here’ I whisper-shouted.

‘Whut?!’ Tae Hyung shot up. His eyes were wide and his mouth was shaped like an O.

He hurriedly put on his clothes while he stuttered ‘Wha..t what do I do Yunnie-ah? Oh my god. How can I meet my future parents in-law like this?! After I just fucked their daughter for the first time. Fuck fuck,’ Tae Hyung whisper-shouted back.

I smacked him for still being cheeky at a time like this.

‘Ha Yun-ah, what’s going on in there?’ My dad spoke through the door.

‘Oh coming!’ I even out the dress I had worn the day before and combed my hair through my fingers.

Tae haphazardly did the same and attempted to take a seat on my study chair, seemingly casual. (He did not look casual).

My parents embraced me and as usual, they were obnoxiously loud but sweet. After checking that there only child is well, my dad turned his attention to Tae Hyung who was now standing by my study table anxiously rubbing the back of his head.

‘Oh erm mummy, daddy, meet my friend, Kim Tae Hyung.’ I pointed to Tae and tried to sound as nonchalant as possible.

Awkward silence filled the air while my father looked at Tae with a level of seriously I had never encountered before. On the other hand, my mother was back to her sing-song voice as she embraced Tae Hyung.

‘Silly girl, friend?! I bet you are our Ha Yun’s boyfriend aren’t you?’ My mother teased.

‘Hu hu hu. You’re right Mrs Kim, I am Ha Yunnie’s boyfriend. Nice to meet both of you Mr and Mrs Kim, my name is Kim Tae Hyung and I am a law major.’ Tae spoke earnestly as he made a respectful 90 degrees bow.

‘Oh? You’re a prospective lawyer?’ My father’s interest has piqued.

‘That’s right Mr Kim. I hope to be a civil rights lawyer actually.’ Tae answered professionally again. It was pretty amusing seeing this man-child act all adult-ish.

‘Ah. I knew I’d like you!’ My father broke out into a hearty laugh as he pulled Tae Hyung into an embrace.

I sighed and hid my face, embarrassed that my parents are such major huggers.

‘Come, join us for lunch Mr Tae Hyung.’ My father had his arms around Tae as he invited him out of the room.

‘Just call me Tae like how Yunnie does sir!’ Tae Hyung announced. He was no longer adult-ish. I guess he had decided to win my parents over with his adorable charms as he shot them his signature boxy smile.

‘Awww your boyfriend is so cute! And Yunnie? That’s such an adorable way to call your name Ha Yun-ah. ‘ My mother gushed.

My crowd-pleasing boyfriend was obviously pleased with himself as he bowed his head to hide his cocky smirk.

Lunch went supposedly well with my parents and Tae Hyung. They obviously liked each other pretty well. After all, they were all obnoxiously loud but sweet.

Just as my parents bid Tae Hyung and I farewell, my father pulled Tae Hyung closer and whispered ‘I’m glad you’re using protection.’

Tae looked over to see his used condom lying by his bedside with his cum from last night. He looked back at my parents dumbfounded and flustered, only to catch my father winking at him.

Hi everyone, so I could not sleep again, hence I decided to write. :| I confess that I’m seriously too tired to read it through, but I promise to do it later. This is by far the longest I have written. Hahaha. (and yes, I actually made an effort to think about the possible female idols V would date, judging from his personality.) I hope you enjoy it!

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