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Part 7: The Nerd

Starring: Kim Doyoung

Summary: Doyoung is the smartest guy in school. He scores the highest on every exam every semester and is involved in almost every advanced class he can take. However, his smarts along with his past are unable to save him when he comes face to face with Y/n. It didn't take much to convince her to get what she wanted from him. With a secret video being held against her buying her silence would eventually lead the Doyoung to realize it is one expensive secret to keep.

Warnings: Smut, Fingering, Angst, Cursing, Manipulation and Mentions of a Sex Tape.

Words: 10K

(This is a long one)

MINORS DO NOT READ!!!

Enjoy :)

You currently sat in a lecture with the professor a few rows below you discussing with the class the difference between making a good investment and a bad one. You bored tapped your pen on your notebook feeling yourself doze off. It had only been fifteen minutes and you already wanted to get up and walk out of the class.

You yawned again covering your mouth. You tried to blink a few times waking yourself up. You turned back to your notebook trying to scribble down any of the professor's words you could hear.

Your note-taking paused when you heard someone pull out the chair beside you. No one ever sat beside you in this class. People were too hesitant to, scared they'd be judged for even trying to sit next to you.

You turned to see who sat beside you. You were welcome with a sight no other than Johnny.

Besides you, Johnny was the only person on campus people were hesitant to talk to. They may not have wanted the same attention they wanted from him but both of you held a high power of the school. But ever since your little plot of revenge his crown started to tilt. Johnny had to make sure the balance between you both remained.

You smirked one leg crossing over the other as you placed your pen down. You turned your body back to the professor below you.

"Johnny this is a surprise. You know this isn't your class," you said softly. You could feel his intense stare at you. Johnny's presence made most people uncomfortable. They tip-toed around him being sure to not anger him. But to you, Johnny was no different than any other man who existed.

"I'm not here to learn," he said softly just above a whisper. A few people turned around to look at the two of you. Some were annoyed with the sounds and others were interested in what the two of you were saying.

"Although there is something I came here to ask," he said softly sitting closer to you. You didn't move. You placed your chin on one hand your index finger gently tapping it. The other was placed on the table in front of you.

"What is that?" you asked.

"Have you been playing my boys?" he asked with a cock in his eyebrow. You let out a sigh a smug look on your lips. You finally turned your neck to him. "Depends. What do you mean by playing?" you asked a smirk on your lips. He smiled looking deep into your eyes. He leaned closer to you. You pursed your lips taking your finger gently and pushing him back.

"You know I know when you're lying to me," he said implying he knew you very well thanks to your history together. "Jaehyun does too," he teased. You scoffed, sneering, and turned away from him tongue licking your teeth. "You know I love it when you play with me, baby. Just I need you to leave my boys alone. Their weak, they can't handle themselves," he softly protested.

You rolled your eyes shaking your head. "You only worried about 'your boys' because you know if I take them down you and Si Cheng go too," you bit back.

"So this about Si Cheng?" he asked catching you. You felt your heart skip a quick beat but you didn't show it. "Tell me Y/n what he did and I'll take care of it," he said turning more to get a better angle of you.

You turned away again your chair moving over slightly.

"All you need to worry about is yourself," you said back. Johnny nodded sitting back an O on his lips. His leg crossed over the other. He placed his elbow on his thigh leaning his chin on his hand.

"This isn't just about Si Cheng. This is about you finally getting your big moment," he said raising his voice. Not loud enough to yell but it still caused some people to turn back at the two of you. Eventually, once the two of you died down they turned back.

"You are ridiculous Johnny. If I wanted to take Si Cheng down I would have done it already," you said annoyance in your tone. Johnny chuckled raising a brow.

"Don't you think you would have done it by now?" he asked. He stood up collecting his bag. He kneeled down to your left turning your chair to face him. He moved closer inches from your face.

"I know you are up to something Y/n and trust me when I find out"

"What? What will you do? I'm not scared of you," you said. He stood back up bag in hand.

"You should be," he warned before he walked out.

A few days had passed since Johnny’s warning. You decided that day in class you remain quiet for a couple of days. You’d avoid all contact with anyone from the house and that included Jisung.

Waiting would prove to be difficult for you. After all your entire life was handed to you. You took the time off to put more focus on life after school. The business in which your father ran. It distracted you from the drama at school. During that time you were able to convince your father about potentially letting you move forward. He took his chair once he stepped down.

You’d just have to take care of the rest of the boys by January if you really wanted to secure your spot.

A knock on your door could be heard from your bedroom. You stepped out your dog at your toes as you walked down your long hall. Your maid had stepped into the living space motioning her hand to Wendy, Jungwoo, and Ten.

She left the three of you alone heading back into the kitchen where she had the chef prepare tonight’s dinner.

You all greeted each other. Each of them removes their shoes and follows you to the living room.

You all sat on your couch another maid coming to you placing a charcuterie board down along with a few glasses of wine. Your friends all looked at one another awkwardly taking in your current state. You were dressed in a slick black dress with a tight bun. They all stared each looking away from you eyed them. You ignored their weirdness picking up your wine.

“Y/n how has everything been since you’ve taken a few days off?” Wendy asked picking up her wine and taking a sip. Jungwoo raised his brow. “Days? More like weeks. Where have you been?” He asked you unable to contain himself. You sighed placing your arm over your crossed leg wine glass still dangling in your grasp.

“I was away on business,” you responded.

“Business? You left the country!” He shouted frustrated with your short answers. He was concerned, scared even. You had left the country without a word. You told no one where you were going or who you were meeting. They were all worried sick. Afraid something had happened to you. However when you finally texted Wendy back their fears boiled into anger. Jungwoo was unable to contain himself. Ten placed a gentle hand on his calming the boy down.

“Business? What business?” asked Ten.

You sighed looking at all of them. They all kept their eyes on you waiting for your answer.

“I went to see my father. We spoke of my future,” you said. Wendy widened her eyes sitting closer to you.

“What did he say?” She asked.

“He’s thinking about handing the company over to me. Being that I won’t be getting married anytime soon,” you said slightly annoyed at his old ways. While there was no one you wanted to marry, if there was someone this would have changed everything for you.

They all nodded containing the many more questions they had. Getting answers out of you right now was like pulling teeth. They figured they’d let you settle into both they asked anything else about your secret trip.

“Well,” Ten began. “Did you all hear what happened to Haechan?” He asked the room. They all shook their heads you remained silent. Wendy perked up facing him. “What?” She asked.

“He got expelled,” he said accepting a reaction that he received. Jungwoo gasped and Wendy sat back covering her mouth with her hand. “No way,” Jungwoo said with raised brows. Ten nodded. “I found out today after he didn’t come to practice,” he said his eyes turning to you.

“You wouldn’t have anything to do with this right Y/n?” He asked with a smirk. You sighed unable to hold back your smirk. Wendy sat up lightly slapping your knee. She was both proud and upset at you. Proud because you got him expelled. Upset because you didn’t tell her. You nodded your head.

“I may have,” you said placing your glass down.

“He was just talking too much. He needed to be silenced,” you said. “Yeah but won’t he still talk?” Jungwoo asked. You shook your head. “He was sent away to some boarding school for young adolescents. You’re not allowed any technology over there,” you said.

“How did you even pull that off?” Ten asked interested in the details. “My dad knows the headmaster of the school and he owes him many favors,” you said.

“Yeah but how did you get him kicked out of school?” asked Wendy. You shrugged sipping your wine. “I told my dad he was spreading rumors about me. Rumors that could hurt me and trace all the way back to the company,” you said. Ten scoffed. “So basically Si Cheng’s story,” he retorted.

You nodded. “Yeah pretty much,”

“So what about the rest?” Wendy asked.

“Well Johnny tried to warn me a few weeks back,” you said placing your glass down and eating from the charcuterie board. “Jeno also tried to contact me but I ghosted him,” you said.

“Won’t he just try to expose you for that?” Jungwoo asked. You shook your head. “Not if he wants to be the perfect golden child in front of his and my family,” you said back dusting your hands off. You stood up walking to your room. The trio on the couch followed. You opened your bedroom door, and your dog slipped past your legs and jumped on your bed. She spun around before she found a good spot.

“So what about Johnny?” Asked Ten who sat down on your bedroom sofa. Jungwoo sat on your vanity chair checking out all your cosmetics products. Wendy sat on your bed next to your relaxed dog. She gently petted her head. You walked off into your closet only returning to let Jungwoo unzip your dress. Once you were unzipped you walked back into your pink closet.

“Well because of my silence and lack of attention to his boys, he thinks I’ve probably backed down. Which I haven’t! The time away has given me all the time I’ve needed to collect my thoughts and go over my plan again,” you said stepping out this time fully dressed in olive green silk bottoms and a tank top, paired with a pair of greenhouse slippers, a slight heel at the bottom and emerald at the top. You paired it with a nice green slip wrapping it around your body.

“Much better,” you said feeling refreshed. Wendy smiled as you walked in.

“It makes reaching Doyoung easier,” you said with a proud smile.

“But isn’t he like stalking you?” Jungwoo asked holding up one of your pink lip glosses. You walked over to him making him scout over. You picked up a makeup wipe removing the heavy brown lipstick on your lips.

“That’s how. He hasn’t really seen or heard anything. Just theories that he made everyone in that house believe were true. Trust me that boy thinks he knows everything but he doesn’t,” you said confidently.

“And Jisung? Have you spoken to him about any of this? Did he even know you left? Can we still trust him?” Ten asked sitting up. You felt your body straighten. “We haven’t spoken at all. If he knows anything is because one of you told him,” you said flatly returning back to your station.

“We can still trust him, trust me,” Wendy said standing up and sitting beside Ten. She rolled her eyes seeing you side-eye Ten. “Jisung and her are in this stupid fight,” she said annoyed.

“About what?” Jungwoo asked.

“About which one cares more about the other,” Wendy said making you slam your makeup wipe on your vanity. The bang caught everyone’s attention. Wendy just huffed unbothered by your little outburst. She loved you, she really does but you have had this issue in the past with boys you liked. You had always pushed them away afraid they’d be just like your past lovers, just like Jaehyun.

“Am I wrong?” She asked in response to your silence. She stood up to both the boys in the room taking it as their cue to leave. They ran out, your dog following behind them. Jungwoo shut the door following Ten to the living room.

You kept your eyes on the dirty makeup in your hand. You squeezed on it tightly knuckles turning red. Your lips form a tight line. Wendy scoffed rolling her eyes, shaking her head in disbelief.

“I tried to be nice before. Understanding why you left even though I’m pissed off at you for just leaving us, me and not saying a word. But I can’t ignore the fact that you’ve been gone for months now,” she paused collecting her next thoughts.” “These past couple of months you’ve changed. You’ve let this consume you,” she said with a shake of her head. “Jisung was right,” she said.

You turned to her confused eyes burning.

“Right about what exactly ?” You asked walking over to her. “That I’m some sort of slut? An Easy A? That boy means nothing to me and nor do his useless words,” you bit back. Wendy huffed frustrated all over again with you.

“When will you see that you are trying to look for an excuse to push him away? You did it to Ten in the past and now you’re doing it to him. Soon you’ll probably do it to me and Jungwoo. I can’t keep being the one to fix the aftermath of your giant messes,” she said a crack in her voice. Tears streamed down her face as she spoke to you. Her face was hot and red.

“Jisung isn’t useless. He is my friend and he is the man you care for, the man you like. You just have to admit it to yourself then all of this can go away then you’ll be able to successfully move on with your plan,” she said her throat beginning to hurt from her shouting. She looked away from you her eyes meeting you again puffy and full of fresh burning tears.

You felt the same feeling in your eyes.

“He doesn’t care for me that way,” you fought back feeling a pain in your chest at your confession of your dark truths. Wendy shook her head.

“So? Even if that were true he has been a great friend to you. He has been there for you every step of the way. He is risking everything to help you and a month ago you didn’t even know this boy's name. But you gave him what you gave us, hope. Hope that justice will be served. I still believe you can do it, but I know you can’t do it alone,” she said letting the tense air settle then fade before she spoke again. She wiped her tears with the back of her hand. You picked up a tissue handing it to her. She accepted it wiping her tears.

“I invited him over for dinner. Talk to him,” she said, glancing at you before leaving your room. Not giving you enough time to be upset.

When you finally left your room you found everyone was gone from the living room. Reading the confused expression on your face one of the maids walked up to you. "They are in the dining room," she said. You nodded thanking her and headed down the left hallway.

One of the servants opened the door for you. They all grew quiet when you walked into the room. All their heads turned to you standing at the end of the table where they all sat. Ten sat on the left of the table next to Jungwoo and on the right sat Wendy, next to Jisung. The head of the table was left empty except for a white plate. They all watched you as you walked in. Jisung eye's followed you but he turned away when you looked in his direction.

A servant appeared from his spot just outside the kitchen door to pull out your chair. Jungwoo decided to break the tense moment by standing to pull out your chair himself. Once you sat down he pushed it in sending you a warm smile. You all looked at each other awkwardly before Jungwoo spoke again.

"Well I'm not one to enjoy a spoiled dinner so why don't we talk about everything hm?" he suggested motioning to the rest of the table. You sighed and Wendy rolled her eyes when she saw you play with the napkin instead.

"I have nothing to say," she said sitting back in her chair crossing her arms over her chest. "It's them who need to act like adults," she said. You huffed slamming your hand on the table, causing the silverware to jump. Everyone looked at you including Jisung.

"I'm not going to talk about this right now at the dinner table. We're here to enjoy a dinner between friends right?" you formed your words into a question. You felt your body grow warm from frustration. "I agree. Wendy maybe we should let them handle it," Ten said defending you.

She scoffed shaking her head. "Of you'd say that," she threw back.

"And why is that?" you asked her face getting red. She sat up eyeing you.

"Because he's in love with you!" she shouted slamming her hands down. The minute she said it she covered her mouth, eyes widening. Everyone gasped including you. Ten's heart dropped. His eyes widened and his pulse picked up. He felt the room begin to spin seeing everyone's eyes on him all at once. In a moment of panic, he stood up making an exit for the room. Wendy stood up running after him.

"Ten wait!" she called but he didn't stop. Jungwoo looked over at you and Jisung awkwardly. "Uh," he began placing his cloth on the table. He pushed his chair back. "I'll be right back," he said following the pair out of the room.

The dining room door closed leaving just you and Jisung. The two of you awkwardly looked around the room. You rested on your eyes on your empty plate putting your focus there. You thought Ten had given up on you. All those years ago when he confessed to you but you turned him down because you simply didn't feel the same you thought he had moved on, but clearly he hadn't.

What could you even do? You couldn't run after him, he'd get the wrong idea. You would just wait for him to come to you. You didn't have time for a confession from Ten or Wendy. You needed to handle business and handling business means talking to Jisung.

You looked up at him. He was already looking at you. Confused, worried, and scared.

"Jisung I…I apologize for how I've acted during these last couple of months. I have taken advantage of your kindness and willingness to help me. I tried to kiss you and that was wrong. It's also wrong of me to ask you to go behind the backs of your friends when we both know there are some you care about like Mark," you said sincerely.

"Y/n I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have pushed you away. I should have been there for you during the time we spent apart instead of ignoring you," he said a pleading look in his eyes.

"No, you've been nothing but good to me. Which is why I'm letting you go," you said the sadness in your voice had been masked by your sternness.

Jisung's eyes widened his heart skipping a beat. He shook his head confused and hurt. "Why?" he asked. "I never wanted to leave. Y/n I want to help you," he said more sternly, you could still hear the hurt in his voice.

"Jisung don't make it difficult. Mark is more than happy to help me. As matter a of fact he's been helping me while I've been away-"

"Mark? Are you kidding me? After what he did to you," he asked.

You huffed. "All he did was spy. It's bad but I can handle it-"

"No Y/n they did more than that," he said.

You paused your brows furrowing. "What do you mean?" you asked a hint of fear in your words. Wendy slowly entered the room with Jungwoo behind her. They quietly stepped in not wanting to interrupt the sparking debate between you two.

"They showed it to everyone in that house," he said. Your eye twitched shaking your head. You eyed him as you spoke. "So what?" you asked him your voice shaking. Jungwoo stepped forward seeing you upset.

"What the hell happened?" he asked coming further into view anger in his voice.

You sneered looking away from Jisung. You crossed your arms over your chest pushing out your chair. You went to leave but Jisung was quick on your tail.

"Why are you even surprised? I thought you would figure that part out," he said back following behind you past Wendy and Jungwoo. You walked down the hallway entering your living room Ten sitting alone on your couch and in the dark. The servants caught a whiff of the argument and rushed out of the room.

Wendy and Jungwoo walked through the door behind you.

"So that makes it okay?" you asked your question catching Ten's attention. He turned around seeing everyone in the dark living space their features only shown off from the open window where the moon shined through. He stood up seeing you upset.

"That's not what I'm saying," Jisung said now frustrated. "I'm just trying to tell you Mark isn't who he claims to be. He's terrified of what you'll do to him he thinks for a second he knows that you know what he and Doyoung did. So right now he'll do anything to get your back off his, even if that means rating out his friends," he said a rise of his chest. He exhaled a sigh leaving his lips.

You shook your head feeling tears brim in the corner of your eyes.

"That video. That video could destroy me. And if they had it this whole time you should have told me," you said a crack in your throat. You choked up as you spoke. This whole time you knew the game you were playing was dangerous especially when Johnny got involved. But now they had something that would kill everything you've worked for. Not only this revenge plot but your future could be destroyed.

"Y/n I'm sorry. I didn't know how-"

"Did you see it?" you asked head down.

"Y/n I-"

"Did you see it?" you asked more sternly picking up your head. Your red eyes look into his.

His lips formed a thin line. "Only the beginning. I left before things got too graphic,"

"You didn't stop them?" you asked tears threatening to spill.

He shook his head shoulders falling along with his head in shame.

"There is no excuse," he said.

"You damn right there isn't," Ten said walking over to Jisung. He gritted his teeth. His face is angry and red as he stomps around the couch coming into Jisung's line of sight. His fist came from the back and flew across Jisung's face. Jisung fell hard to the floor You stunned fell next to Jisung seeing if he was okay. Your dog barked at the thud running around your living room.

Worried you helped him up but Ten pushed you away. You fell to the side groaning in pain hitting your tailbone hard on your wooden floor.

Jungwoo and Wendy ran over. Wendy ran to you to see if you were okay. Your dog as well sniffing you to make sure you weren't hurt.

"I'm fine," you said assuring Wendy. You turned back to the Chaos. Ten was on top of Jisung hitting him repeatedly in the face and body. Jungwoo above tried to pull Ten off him. His brows furrowed and gritted his teeth as he tried to lift him off. Ten yanked him off returning back to Jisung. Jungwoo launched forward again ripping him off Jisung.

Jisung stood up his lip busted and eye blood red. He huffed spitting to the side blood hitting the ground. Ten stood up as well in Jungwoo's arms being held back. His chest was like Jisung's heaving up and down. This wasn't the first time Jisung had gotten beaten up. He had gotten beaten up all throughout high school. Getting involved with the frat later on became his protection.

This time he'd fight back on his own.

He furrowed his brows charging at Ten. Ten put up a fight but Jisung held him down punching him hard in his neck and jaw. You screamed for Jisung to stop running over to stop the two from killing each other. Jisung's fist rose from above repeatedly coming down to meet Ten's face. You saw when Jisung's fist made contact with his nose. Wendy had too. And you all saw when it bent the other way Ten yelling in pain.

Wendy gagged throwing up on the ground. Jungwoo ran to her helping her up and holding her hair back.

You held onto Jisung trying to pry him off. He yanked you off sending you to the ground again but you got back up pulling. This time Jungwoo stepped in again making you both successful in spitting the two. Ten went to hit Jisung again but Jungwoo ran holding him back. Your dog barked at Ten's foot trying to get him to leave you alone believing you were the one in danger.

"Fuck you I'll kill you for what you did to her!" Ten shouted at Jiusng. You held Jisung back pushing him down the hallway towards your room. "I didn't do shit asshole. You're just pissed because she's not in love with you dickhead!" he spat back at Ten who tried to break free from Jungwoo. A few of your servants entered the room helping Jungwoo in removing Ten.

The others tended to Wendy on the ground. Cleaning up her mess as she walked out helping Jungwoo.

"Fuck you. You're probably only helping her to get your dick wet prick!" Ten shout from the door. You pushed Jisung into your room only letting go to shut the door stopping Jisung from exiting. Jisung huffed once the door slapped letting his bruised forehead hit your bedroom door leaning on it.

"Jisung," you said quietly dried tears mixed with blood on your face. Jisung barely turned to you. A big part of him is ashamed and embarrassed for fighting in your house and pushing you. He didn't want to look at you. Opting to look at your door instead.

"Jisung let me just help you. Let's forget about-"

"I can't forget what they did to you. And I can't forget what I didn't do," he said with a sigh holding onto your doorknob. You held onto his hand that covered the door. "Spend the night," you said with a soft smile. He turned the knob. "I'll clean up and stay in the guest bedroom," he said knowing that even if you couldn't help him, his just being here made you feel better. "Then tomorrow we can discuss Doyoung," he said opening the door. You saw him slightly limp down your hallway as the door began to close. Your dog slipped through just as it began to close.

You sat down on your bed. Your dog followed behind jumping up and laying in your lap as you cried. So many things were running through your mind. You thought sending Haechan away you taking. A temporary break would help solve things. Turns out you may have just given Johnny exactly the kind of ammunition he was searching for. You continued to cry until you finally got off your bed to take a shower.

Once the warm water hit you, you realized you were just going to have to be more careful about how you approached things. Mark may be grim but you could still use him to your advantage. You just had to play your cards right.

The next morning felt dull. The sun was shining brightly in your room. Your maid had pulled all your curtains back letting into the morning sun. You squinted checking the clock beside you and seeing the time. seven O'clock. You yawned sitting up and feeling a warm spot beside you. Your dog is asleep by your side. You smiled petting her. Normally you don't let her sleep in your bed. But this time it seemed like you both needed it.

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You pulled the covers back heading into the bathroom. You felt less motivated than you had in the last couple of months. You step out of the bathroom walk into your closet and pick out a simple outfit, jeans, and a cute top. You didn't even feel like doing your makeup. Your maid offered to do it for you seeing visibly how unmotivated you were. You decided to let her, she enjoyed doing hair and makeup so you let her style your hair as well.

When you leave your room you walk down the hall making your way to the kitchen seeing no sign of Jisung. You looked around seeing no sign of a fight either. Everything had been cleaned up and fixed. Everything was placed back where it was. Like nothing had happened. You sat on the island of your kitchen where your chief placed a plate in front of you.

"Your favorite," he said in an attempt to cheer you up. You smiled sending him a small nod and a thank you. You weren't feeling that hungry but you'd eat. He was being kind and you also needed your strength. He walked off heading home for the rest of the day only needed to be around for the mornings most days.

You chewed on your food quietly hearing footsteps behind you. You turned around and saw Jisung walking towards the kitchen a plate set aside for him. He grabbed it pulling out the chair beside you and sitting next to you. You both remained silent chewing on the food. Jisung groaned in pain holding his stomach. You turned to ask if he was okay but he stopped you with a shake of his hand.

You nodded turning away.

"Doyoung won't be too difficult," he said he's probably the last one until things start to get hard. You nodded letting him explain everything to you.

"While you were gone they had stopped as well. Jeno got exposed for faking your relationship after he was seen at the party with another girl while you were dealing with Mark," he said taking a moment to sip his water. You nodded taking another bite of your breakfast.

"The worst damage you caused was when you got Haechan removed. How did you do that anyway?" he asked. You swallowed your food. "I called my dad," you said. Jisung nodded returning back to his explanation.

"Haechan was pissed but there was nothing he could do. They asked me if I knew anything but I said no. Yangyang and Mark are but for two different reasons paranoid. Mark things you know about the video and Yangyang is scared Si Cheng is gonna find out what the two of them did. He was so scared he left," he said nonchalantly. You widened your eyes a small smirk on your lips. "He left?" you asked.

He nodded. "He doesn't handle conflict well so he went back home. Johnny didn't even have a chance to question him about it," he said.

"What about Jaemin?" you asked. Jisung shrugged. "He could care in my opinion. He went back to his regular job although lately if someone mentions you he gets upset. I even overheard him defend you," he says honestly. You nodded taking in all his information feeling grateful to have him. "And Si Cheng?" you asked.

"He's still trying to keep up his lie. Some people are starting to disbelieve him but he's not giving up. He told everyone you fake-dated Jeno to make him jealous. They seemed to believe it," he said chewing his food. You huffed rolling your eyes annoyed at the boy. This all sparked because of his stupid lie.

"Is that all?" you asked. Jisung nodded. "Yuta doesn't really get involved and neither does Taeyong. To be honest, if I had to say there was someone higher in that house than Jaehyun it would be him," He said a clench in his jaw as he chewed his food. "Taeyong?" you asked.

He shook his head. "No Yuta," he said. "How come?" you asked.

"He's got nothing to lose. He's really cool to talk to, a real charmer but that makes him dangerous. Beside you he's really good at manipulating," he said finishing his plate. He stood up took it to the sink and washed it. After he took yours too seeing you no longer were eating. He washed it placing it to the side. "Jisung," you called as he began walking away.

He stopped but didn't turn to you. "Jisung. We have to talk about it," you said slowly approaching him. He sighed shoulders falling. "Your right I'm sorry," he said turning to your eyes and finally meeting yours. "I'm sorry," is all he said walking back to you. "Let's get you ready for Doyoung," he said.

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You walked onto campus passing by other students. The weather had shifted again the cool late autumn air nipping at your nose. You pulled up your scarf covering your lips. You stuffed your hand in your pocket pulling out a crumbled piece of loose-leaf paper. You opened it checking the information Jisung provided you.

Doyoung is the smartest of his group in all advanced classes. You walked down the hall to one of the advanced math classes Doyoung was taking.

You saw when he entered the room. You exhaled remembering your plan in your head. You had to play dumb. Stroke his ego. Doyoung truly believed he was the smartest man in the world. You needed him to believe that someone like you could never come up with a plan to ruin an entire friend group.

Most students here took at least two of the advanced classes, some took three, and fewer took four. There were only a selected few who had been accepted to ten of the many advanced classes available. Getting into these classes was hard, like you did many had to buy their way through. However, the more difficult part came when the students had to actually take the classes. Most dropped out their first week.

There were only three students in the entire university that took five.

Michelle Garica

Huang Renjun and

Kim Doyoung who had just signed up for his sixth class.

He gloated about how he never went to parties and used the time throughout his entire school career to study. How his parents could afford to put him in amazing AP classes back in High School and how he had the opportunity to graduate at sixteen but turned it down due to personal family issues. Whatever happened during that time seemed to have humbled him, slightly.

You walked into the classroom among a small group who also was entering. You felt the students stare at you as you entered the lecture. The professor hadn't started yet. He had just stepped in taking off his coat. He eyed you from his glasses watching as you walked into one of the many rows of his class. He turned away when he saw you sit behind Doyoung.

Doyoung was held in a deep thought as he scribbled away in his notebook. The people who sat next to you tried to look at what you were looking at. You shooed them away with your hand quietly so as to not draw attention to Doyoung. They stood up and moved a few seats down.

You could hear whispers in the classroom. "Why is Y/n here?" they asked their peers. "Can't she just afford someone to take the class for her?" you heard someone ask their friends. "Maybe she just wants us to feel bad about ourselves since our parents can't buy our way in," one girl said behind you. You chose to ignore it not letting their words get to you when you had so many more important things to attend to. And besides their parents did pay their way in. You paid for yourself.

The lecture had started and Doyoung had stopped writing in his book pushing up his glasses. He took out his phone, opened it, and then placed it on the side face up. He was recording. You at first thought he was onto you but you quickly realized he was recording the professor when he pushed his phone forward to ensure he'd hear every word clearly.

You doodled in your notebook not really needing to be here for the learning part. You pouted and checked the time on your phone getting bored of the class. You didn't understand what made this class so hard until the class ended and he assigned homework.

"Okay, tonight I'm uploading a discussion that you will all respond to. Based on your response you will have to write a ten-page essay. Afterward, you will read chapters eight through eleven of the book we've been reading and write a summary all due tonight at eleven fifty-nine,”

“Oh! you also have to respond to two other people in two paragraphs or more," he said. The class had no reaction most used to the work. Everyone around started packing up and leaving. The professor stepped out of the room as well.

Doyoung had picked up his phone ending the record and that was your time to make your move. You approached him quietly and gently as more people left the classroom soon became empty.

"Doyoung," you called his name softly. He turned to you surprised. His eyes were wide, causing him to jump back. "Y/n?" he questioned. You smiled stepping closer to him holding your notebook close to your chest. You shyly looked away and then back at him. "I'm sorry I startled you I just wanted to ask you something," you said but he stood back.

"Oh no, I know what this is. You can't trick me-"

"Doyoung what trick? I don't even know you that well. I just wanted your help-" you tried to say.

"Yea sure," he said placing his hand on his hip. "I'm sure you being in the same class as me is a coincidence and you want me to help you what? Study? Just so you can manipulate me," he said with a smirk. He crossed his arms over his chest standing tall.

You sighed with a disappointed shake of your head. "Not exactly. I really was going to ask you for your help. I've always struggled in literature and assumed you would help me," you said.

"Why would I do that?" he asked. "Because I don't know," You began looking away. Your hand met your head embarrassed expression on your face. You shook your head. "I guess I heard wrong I'm sorry," you said turning to walk away.

"What did you hear?" he asked. You stopped in your tracks a smirk on your lips. You turned to Doyoung wiping it away.

“I heard a rumor you liked me. I mean if I'm being honest I don't know you very well and was a little startled at first but I figured if I asked you to help me with this assignment we would get to know each other better. You get what I'm saying?" you asked somehow managing to get closer to him. Your infamous scent touched his nose. He hummed, breath hitching in his throat.

"Where did you hear this rumor?" he asked. You stepped closer to him. He stepped back legs hitting his chair. "Girl talk," you said as his bottom hit the chair. He just nodded not uttering a word to you. You got closer this time placing your book on the side on top of the desk. He gulped as you sat on his lap legs hanging over his. He didn't push you away instead his veiny hand reached up and held your side. You took his other hand and held it in your placing it on your waist. You felt him exhale heavily breath fanning your neck.

"So will you help me?" you asked with pleading eyes. He knew it was wrong. Everything in his mind was screaming at him that it would be wrong. You were number one on Johnny's list of people he hated. If Johnny found out he'd kill him for sure. He couldn't do it. Part of him knew it wasn't real. He knew it was fake that you were lying for whatever reasons you had. He wanted to trust his friend was telling him the truth about you.

But the other part of him had been dreaming of this since the moment he met you at that party. He became obsessed with you. He never stalked you or made you uncomfortable. He never went near you. He always acted like you were no one. But his fantasies like his friends were always filled with you. So he stole the video. He stole it for himself so he could watch it. He didn't mean for Mark to see, but he had and he threatened to tell. Then Haechan found it and used it. But you could never know.

You still didn't know right?

There is no way you could know and that's why you approached him. You had to have been telling the truth he thought. Maybe it was just girl talk. Maybe one of his friends told one of your friends about how he liked you. How he always stared at you when he saw you and pictured being your husband taking over your father's company. If you were with him now, he could have both. His mind ran a thousand miles before he gave you your answer. He held you tighter and felt his throat and lips become dry.

"How about tonight?" he asked.

"Tonight is perfect. I'll rent us a study room," you responded with a smile pushing up his glasses for him. You placed a kiss on his cheek then stood up grabbing your notebook as you left. He remained in the seat face hot and the tip of his ears red. You stepped out of the classroom the professor standing just outside. You handed him the notebook as you walked away. When he opened it briefly he saw the cash laid out for him. He smirked closed the book and stepped back into the classroom.

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You had rented out a private room in the very large library of the school. You had rented a smaller room, made for about four people to fit. You sat inside the room waiting for Doyoung to arrive. You laid out your laptop with your

unwritten essay on it. You sat at the table In front of it waiting. A few minutes had passed and he still hadn't arrived. You looked out the window of the study room seeing students walk around the library with their friends some alone studying. You sighed head falling on your chin thankfully the tinted windows could cover the pathetic look on your face.

You were ready to give up. Sending Jisung a text asking if he knew where Doyoung was. He responded with a simple 'I don't know'. Frustrated you packed up your things. As you packed away your laptop you heard a knock on the door. You placed your bag down and walked over. You opened it exposing Doyoung. You huffed going to shut the door but he placed his hand on top of it.

"Wait," he said. "What?" you asked looking away from him, your arms crossed over your chest. He sighed "I didn't mean to come late. I was stuck in a lecture. The professor went on like he usually does for more than he should have," he said. You nodded understanding.

You stepped aside allowing him inside closing the door behind him. He walked further into the room seeing your bag fully packed. You quickly locked the door without him noticing.

"Good thing I got you before you left," he said bringing a chair beside the one with the bag placed on it. You smiled walking over to your chair and taking out your computer. "I'm glad too," you said leaning forward and placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. "I wanted to see you," you whispered to him seeing a light shade of pink dust on his cheeks.

"Did you?" he asked turning his face to yours. You nodded lips inches from his pulling his glasses down his nose and placing them on the table behind you. Your hands moved to his hair pulling back his black locks exposing his forehead to you.

This was it. This was the moment he had been waiting for, dreaming of. He finally had what no one could ever touch. He had you right here lips inches away from his. He wasted no time in living out his fantasy. His lips met yours his hands reaching up and pulling you deeper into the kiss.

An airy moan escaped your lips and slipped past his. He felt his body heat up at the sound of your voice. The blood rushed from his head and to his cock as you kissed him.

You climbed onto his lap straddling his waist. The pleated skirt you were wearing rode up your plush thighs and hugged his waist. Doyoung's veiny hands reached grabbing and kneading your flesh making sure his hands touched every part of your body and as he touched you he begged God that this was real. His kiss became more passionate teeth sinking into your bottom lip and pulling you closer to him.

With lips and eyes full of hunger he released you kissing his way down your neck and grabbing hold of your waist. You could feel how hard he was in his slacks. The thin martial barely concealed the length of his cock. You felt him rub against your panties your wetness seeping through the silk cloth getting a stain on his dark pants. He could feel you. He cursed under his breath muttering words for only you to hear.

"Y/n I can feel how wet you are," he said to you hands gliding down and holding onto your waist. One of his hands moving and pulling the skin that inch closer to your pussy. He pulled back gently and you could feel your folds spread apart the stickiness of your core feeling the cool air in the room. He let the skin fall back causing it to flick your clit. You gasped both falling slightly open. He brought up a finger placing it in your mouth you sucked on his fingers.

"That's it," he said as he watched your eyes water the further he went back. "Take it all," he said. He pulled his soaked fingers out of your mouth. Bringing them down past the hem of your skirt. He slipped them through your panties. His index and middle finger spread your folds tracing the outlines of your pussy. He brought his curious index finger to your clit rubbing it in small circles.

"Please," you begged eyes half open, dazed. He smirked placing a kiss on your lips. "Okay baby," he said placing another kiss on your lips as he slipped his finger past your entrance. You moaned quietly being cautious of the fact that even though people couldn't see you but could still hear you.

"Shhh baby we don't want them to hear," he whispered eyeing the door. He took your chin in his hands pointing it in the direction of the window showing you the students that past nearby some eyeing the window as they passed by.

He fucked his fingers into you increasing his past once he added his second finger bringing your attention back to him. You thrust your hips forward head falling back as his fingers curled inside you. You squeezed your eyes shut feeling his other hand come up from the small of your back and undo your navy blue cardigan. He unbuttoned every button letting it fall to the ground exposing your baby pink bra. His mouth attached the hills of your breast kissing and biting the soft skin.

He successfully unclasped your bra which surprised you considering he is a virgin. The truth was he had seen your video too many times and knew exactly what you liked.

His hand brought itself up to your neck squeezing tightly you bit back your moan grinding onto his longer fingers. "Fuck Y/n cum all over my fingers," he said letting out his own groan from how tight you felt. He could watch you like this for hours. Sweaty, on top of him and lips spread apart creating sounds only for him to hear. He tried to hold back his own groans but a few slipped out into your ear making you rock hard against him.

You felt in your stomach burst releasing all over his fingers. He breathed with you as you came down from your high helping you to ride it out. Once your body relaxed he lifted you up placing your laptop to the side and laid you flat on the table. He took off his own shirt throwing it to the side. Undoing his pants he whipped them away with his shirt pulling down his underwear and stroking his cock.

"I have condoms in my purse," you said. He walked over to your purse opening it not even paying attention to the crumbled loose leaf paper that fell out. He pulled out a condom from your beauty bag and ripped the package open. He threw the golden package away sliding it on his angry hard cock. He came to you spreading your legs apart watching as your pussy glistened in the study room.

He let out an earthy groan at the sight seeing you clenching around nothing. You sat up on your elbows pressing your hand against his lower stomach. His dazed expression faded and changed to worry. "Are you okay?" he asked. You nodded, "Is this your first time?" you asked and he nodded. "How did you know?" he asked. You shrugged. "I've never seen you with a girl. I figured you were a virgin," you said back nonchalantly.

"Oh. Is that okay?" he asked feeling a little insecure. You nodded, "It's okay Doyoung. I'm glad I'm your first," you said back causing the biggest grin to form on his lips. He leaned down and placed a soft and passionate kiss on your lips. You laid back down allowing his dick to aline at your entrance. You moan and bit back moans as his cock slowly slides threw your hole.

You clenched around him. Doyoung wasn't supper thick but he was long, you knew he'd go far into you. He launched forward holding onto the table to break his fall. The added tightness made him feel so close to cumming but he held it in. He couldn't cum yet, not now. That would be too quick.

When finally pushed himself all the way in he moved slowly. By the look on his face, you could tell he was enjoying it, unfortunately, you weren't. You started to feel bored by how slow he was going. This is when you truly remember he was a virgin. You tried to give him the benefit of the doubt but he was just going to slow. He finally opened his eyes seeing the look on your face. He saw the bored expression on your face and quickly tried to think of something.

He pulled you forward spinning you around and laying your stomach flat on the table. He held onto your hips and slid himself back in. This time he exhaled hard before he pludged inside you rutting his hips quickly into yours. That's when you felt it click for you Doyoung's quickly snapped into yours causing you to let out low moans hiding your face in the table. You held onto the sides of the table as Doyoung fucked into you fast and hard. You were finally getting what you wanted.

You felt the sweat drip down your body and his heat raiding off of him to you. Your eyes rolled back as his hand reached back and smacked your ass watching the skin jiggle. He grunted as he moved fast bringing his hand to circle your clit. He spread your ass cheeks apart spitting on the skin. Everything was so messy and you loved it. You loved having your hair and makeup get fucked up. You loved the salvia that fell from your lips and pooled onto the table.

"Fuck baby you like that?" he asked gritting his teeth as he watched his dick disappear inside you. You nodded feeling his hand reach down and grab onto your hair pulling it back tightly. You ignored the stretch you felt in your back. Closing your eyes and enjoying the delicious burn he created throughout every muscle in your body.

Doyoung's long fingers reach down to circle your clit bringing you closer to your high. You even loved the fact that he was fucking you in a library with hundreds of students. Everything about it is so dirty and messy. Too bad it was about to end.

You squeezed around his cock as you felt your climax approach your cum dripped down his cock coaxing his length and the rest of it dripping onto the carpet. Doyoung groaned out loud spilling his cum into the condom.

He slowly pulled out tying a knot on the condom. He threw it away and watched as you got dressed. He walked over to you putting on his boxers and slacks. "Running away so soon?" he asked in the form of a question as he went to place a kiss on your lips.

You stopped him placing your finger on his mouth. He froze widening his eyes. He pulled back confused.

"Did you really think I liked you?" you asked. He stood back stunned a scoff leaving his lips. "I knew it," he stated barely even shocked. You raised a brow crossing your arms over your chest. You were now fully dressed and standing in front of him. "Did you? Tell me what is it exactly that you know. Because I'll tell you what I know," you said pressing your hands on the table and propping yourself up.

"I know you aren't going to tell a single person what happened here today. I also know you're going to get Johnny off my back and turn a blind eye to what you think I'm doing," you said confidently your chin held high.

"And why is that?" he asked a known smirk on his cocky lips.

"Because I know your little secret video of me that you took," you said a purse of your lips and arms crossed over your chest. You watched his eyes wide for a moment, you even heard his heart skip a beat. He tried to play it off with a scoff. "What are you talking about?" he asked. "Really? That's the best you can do?" you asked annoyance in your tone. You jumped off the table walking over to him. He remained silent.

"I'm giving you a chance here Doyoung to do the right thing," you said. "By what blackmailing me?" he asked with an annoyed scoff.

"Who's fault is that?" you asked. "What good have you done to me?" you asked him seeing his gaze turn. You started to see the worry in his eyes and you hoped that you could convince him to listen to you. He sighed with a shake of his head. "Give me the video and get him off my back. You know it's the right thing to do," you pleaded.

"But they're my friends," he began but you didn't let him continue.

"Are they? They were all willing to give something up. Break the bond you all have when they all thought they had a chance with me. They all thought at one point I'd choose them and they'd get the seat at the table they all so desperately want," you said silently begging him to cooperate. He sighed his chest was now red along with his ears. He shook his head in disbelief. He knew a part of you was playing on his emotions but he wasn't angry because he knew deep down you were right.

"Doyoung, please. Help me and all is forgiven. You know what will happen if my father is involved," you said the last part more stern than how you spoke before. He hesitated but ultimately he caved pulling his shirt over his head. He reached for his phone handing it to you. "Put your number in. I'll send you the video and delete it after. I'll make sure it's deleted everywhere no one will ever see it. Not even Jaehyun," he said the last part catching your attention.

"Jaehyun didn't watch it?" you asked.

"He doesn't even know it exists," he said. You felt your heart squeeze in your chest. All this time you thought he knew. Apart from you was happy he had no clue, the other part ashamed that the lie had lived on for so long.

"Don't worry about my number. Have Mark deliver the video to me," you said turning away from his phone. You grabbed your coat and put it on. "Mark is working with you?" he asked surprised. "Sort of. Unlike you he has no choice," you said placing your purse around your shoulder and stepping out of the library. You ignored the stares and left heading home.

When you arrived home you waited for Mark to deliver your package. You didn't bother dressing up or getting ready at all. You just waited for your package. When you finally heard the ring of your doorbell you ran straight to the door. Not even bothering to check you opened it exposing it to Yuta.

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You sat inside your living room Jungwoo, Wendy, and Jisung were present.

"No word from Ten?" Wendy asked you and Jungwoo. Jungwoo shook his head. You nodded, "Only an apology in text. I told him we'd talk when we're both ready too," you said. Everyone nodded Jisung sitting closer to you. A few beats of silence past before Jungwoo spoke.

"What's in the box?" he asked. You picked up the small brown box moving it around in your hand. "It's the video," you said. "It's the only copy," you said. Wendy stood up coming to your side. She wrapped her arms around you holding you tightly. "You tell us when you ready," she said placing a gentle kiss on your temple. You held onto her arm tears slipping past your eyes.

"You know," you began feeling Wendy's grip loosen. She sat beside you on the floor leaning her back on the couch. "Mark didn't even bring this to me like I asked Doyoung to have him do. Yuta did," you said causing Jisung to perk up. Wendy and Jungwoo were both stunned and raised their brows confused. "Yuta? Yuta Nakamoto?" Jungwoo asked shocked. You nodded confirming what they heard was real.

"But he doesn't even go to school here anymore," he said.

"Yeah, I thought he left. Traveled the world blowing his father's money," Wendy said. You shook your head Jisung as well. "He did that during the summer," Jisung began. You all turned to him. "He dropped out after expressing how the parties were getting too boring for him. He said he wanted to live a little, even travel. So he did. He took all the money his dad gave him for school, even asked for more, and set off to Japan. And then Brazil, followed by Greece, Mexico, Los Angeles, South Korea, and more. He just came back a few weeks ago," he said.

You nodded. "He delivered the box to me and asked me on a date," you said. Wendy stunned raised a brow. "A date? The man who is notorious for sleeping with every girl asked you out on a date?" she asked surprised. "I mean don't get me wrong Y/n your beautiful it's just he's a player, like a big-time player," she said concerned for you. You chuckled. "I'm not in it for love remember? Besides he's making my job easy," you said with a satisfied sigh.

"Honestly I thought he'd be harder," Jisung said. "Maybe Taeyong will be your hardest," he said jokingly. Jungwoo squinted confused. "Who's that?" he asked.

"Who Taeyong?" he asked back. You nodded in agreement. "Yeah not for nothing I don't know too much about him," you said honestly. Jisung shrugged leaning his arm over his leg. "There isn't much to know about him. He's just the oldest. He just looks after us in a different way than Johnny does," he said.

"How so?" Wendy asked. "He takes care of our food and keeps track of our grades. He makes sure our laundry he clean and the house is kept. He does everything around the house, well he hires people who but still," he said.

"So he's like your mom?" Wendy asked. He nodded from side to side. "Kind of if you want to see it that way," you said. "I'd say he's a loser," Jungwoo said.

"That way too," said Jisung.

Jungwoo and Wendy had taken off for the night leaving just you and Jisung on your couch, alone.

"Y/n remember Yuta is very charismatic. Don't fall under his spell," he warned you again. You nodded with a smile. "I won't," you swear eyes moving from Jisung's and back to the brown box on your coffee table. Your smile fell as you looked at the box.

"Y/n do you want to talk about it?" he asked eyes watching as you picked up the box.

"Why didn't you tell me Jaehyun didn't see this?" you asked his eyes on the sealed box. Jisung shrugged unknowingly. "I thought it didn't matter," he said honestly. You sighed how could he have known? You had only become his friend a few months ago. "Do you want to know what happened?" you asked him. He nodded, "Only if you want to tell me," he said.

"I didn't know they were recording. He told Mark he was taking me upstairs. Mark told Doyoung, so he had left his phone hidden in his room with the camera on and recording. I had just started school and me and Jaehyun were trying again,” you paused.

“I thought we would be better but I saw with laughing and dancing with another girl at that part and I got angry and jealous so I did something so stupid," you said pausing for a moment to think. Jisung patted your shoulder rubbing it gently letting you know he was there for you.

"You said you only saw the beginning. How much did you see?" you asked him.

"The part when you walk in. I could see your face but not Jaehyun's" he said.

"It's not Jaehyun in the video Jisung," you said a lump in your throat as the truth started to spill out of you. Jisung confused asked. "Then who is it?"

"It's Johnny," you said a tear streaming down your face.

"Johnny?" he asked.

"That's why it was so important I get this. With this, he could have ruined everything," you said holding the box in your hands as you spoke. "He could have destroyed me," you said your lips forming a smile full of hope. "But now he has nothing," you said. "All he can hope for is luck being on his side," you said. Jisung as much as you worried him was proud of you in this moment.

"What are you gonna do with the video?" he asked.

You sighed with a shrug. "I'll watch it. Then burn it. Tomorrow is a new day," you said with a smile.

To Be Continued...

I hope you all enjoyed part 7 of my 10-part series. I'm so grateful that you have read my twisted series lol and have stuck along for the ride. I can't believe the series is almost over. It's been so much fun writing this so far but it's not over yet! Stay tuned for Part 8 where he finally gets to see some Yuta!

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Part 4: The Supplier

Starring: Na Jaemin

Summary: Na Jaemin the campus dealer or as he prefers “Supplier” has been growing his business since the eighth grade. Being the man who has everything you need when you need it. His small business became real popular once he started college. However after using his powers for evil Y/n kills his little business before it reaches off the ground. He’s been obsessed with her and her father since day one. Wanting and needing the life he has. So with Y/n as his ticket to the top he provides her with his finest services. Until he forced to make no other choice but take her deal.

Warnings: Smut, Angst and Lots of Fluff, Smoking, Penetration (with fingers) Oral (F. receiving). Cursing, Jaemin is a Service Dom, Y/n has sub moments throughout this part and slight mentions of misogyny.

Words: 12k

Sorry for the wait I made sure to make this one longer.

MINORS DO NOT READ!!!!!!

Enjoy :)

It wasn’t hard finding Na Jaemin. He spent most of his time in class, a business major like you. Every day he continued to grow his business on and off campus. He mainly grew popular for selling things people needed. Jaemin was the guy you “knew” when you needed something.

“It would be dope if we could get like a goat or something for a party,” you would say. And then your friend would respond with.

“I know a guy who could get us a goat,”

Jaemin became that kind of guy. Meaning besides the one class you shared you didn’t see him as much. He normally went home after class or studied with his friends. At parties, he was known for bringing “the goods” and selling to a bunch of college students. He even sold to a few professors on campus.

He was much known for Adderall. Adderall in simpler terms is known to increase your ability to pay attention, stay focused on an activity, and control behavior problems.

It may also help you to organize your tasks and improve your listening skills. Making it popular during exam season. Which made Jaemin a lot of money. Making him the only person in Si Cheng’s friend group to finally buy his apartment. Today you were visiting him there. Helping him move some pieces around, and get settled in. However, wouldn’t have been able to find it if Jisung didn’t make it so easy.

The thing about Jaemin is he’s a nice guy. He can provide you with anything you need and most time he is very quick with his deliveries. What made his name on your list was the fact that for a good price, he could give you anything.

He could get you a person's social media. He could also get you their phone number. As well as their address or even private photos of them. A long time ago Wendy had been one of the girls someone “ordered” pictures of and he delivered. After discovering this from Jisung who also disclosed Jaemin’s hideout it just made it too easy. Na Jaemin like his friends was going down.

Now if it wasn’t for Jisung finding Jaemin would have been difficult. Jaemin wasn’t someone who you could approach in the street. You had to know someone who knew someone to reach him. After his class, no one knew where he disappeared to, even after parties he wouldn’t return to his frat. Most of his friends had no idea where he’d go. Jaemin needed an extra hand delivering a bunch of bags full of marbles once and brought Jisung. Afterward, he stopped his “hideout” once he finished his job.

Turns out Jaemin’s “hideout” was just a shitty job he had at a record store.

He’d clean the doors and windows, and reorganize the records for fifteen dollars an hour. It was the first job that made Jaemin realize this was something he didn’t want to do. He wanted to make money not earn it. He wanted to be like your father. Your father earned money as well as your mother. They are still heads of the company they built from the ground up. Buying businesses and selling them for parts. As well as creating different tech equipment. Jaemin wanted that, what your father has. That's why he created his own little business supplying the students with what they needed.

You had just finished class when you found yourself outside the room waiting for Jisung alongside Jungwoo. Jungwoo leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest and shades concealing his eyes. You stood beside him a curve of your hip poking outwards. You checked your nails as you both waited for him to finally leave the classroom. You checked the clock above you, one fifteen, all the doors opened and students fled their classrooms. Probably finally getting something to eat.

Jisung emerged from his class Haechan beside him. The two were talking about whatever video game design they both liked when their eyes met yours. Jisung smiled at you sending a smile wave. Haechan eyed him confused making Jisung bring his hand down. Haechan felt a small heart attack that traveled down to his stomach. You smirked at him, cherry lip gloss shiny on your lips. You pulled back your sunglasses resting them on the top of your head, creating a head ban. Jungwoo chuckled watching you send him a small wave. He huffed turning to Jisung, "I'll see you later," He said avoiding your eyes as he walked away.

You and Jungwoo both laughed high fiving each other and adding a snap at the end. Jisung chuckled seeing Haechan's reaction, as well as yours. Jungwoo's laughter died down but his smile remained when he approached Jungwoo. He punched his shoulder, "Are you trying to get us caught?" He asked eyeing Jisung. The moment of mockery was short-lived. Jisung widened his eyes holding his hands up in defense. He shook his head brown locks swaying side to side.

"Never," he said. You walked up to the two of them placing a hand on Jungwoo's shoulder. "He didn't do it on purpose. Those two always walk out of class together," You said eyes leaving Jisung's to Jungwoo's side profile. He nodded removing his hand from Jisung dusting off his shoulders. He sent him a cheeky smile. "My bad. I was just a little concerned," he said nervously. Jisung shook his head waving his hands in a "no" motion. "He won't. I promise," he said. It became silent for a moment before you spoke again.

"Okay," You said clasping your hands together. "Let's go take care of Jaemin," You said turning on your heels full of gleam.

As you walked in the middle of Jungwoo and Jisung you noticed Jisung tense up. Catching his reaction to followed his eyes seeing Jaehyun next to Johnny just down the hallway with the basketball team. Jisung got nervous. His frat wasn't supposed to see you with him, it'd give everything away. He looked around finding an empty hallway. He turned to you pointing to the hallway. You nodded watching him flee.

Jaehyun's head turned from the guy he was talking to eyes finding yours. Instantly he cut the conversation and made his way toward you. Jungwoo noticed rolling his eyes. "Here we go," he commented. Jaehyun smirked as he tried to strengthen his walk to you. He flipped his hair to the side running a hand through it. You wanted to burst out laughing at the sight. You placed a hand on your hip once he finally reached you.

"Yes Jaehyun," you said already annoyed with him. He shrugged placing a hand in his pocket. He meets your eyes with pursed lips. "It's just nice seeing you here," he flirted eyeing you up and down.

"I mean she goes here," Jungwoo threw back in his face. Putting down his attempt at flirting. Jaehyun glared at him brushing him off. He smiled turning back to you and placing a hand in his pocket. "Johnny and I are throwing a Halloween party. I wanted to invite you," he said biting the inside of his cheek waiting for your response. You looked at Jungwoo both of you holding back your laughter.

Jaehyun sighed looking around and waiting for your response.

"Okay, Okay." you began. You covered your mouth trying to conceal your giggles. You held your breath for a second recollecting yourself. He just looked so goofy to you.

"If I say yes will you walk away?" you asked.

He nodded, "Yes,"

"Okay I'll go," you responded. He felt his heart skip a beat. Now it was his turn to conceal how excited he was. He nodded his head pursing his lips and turning to his side. "Cool, cool," he said as he slowly returned to his circle of friends. You and Jungwoo both watched as he wore a proud smile on his face. His friends teased him about the interaction.

Jungwoo held your arm as the both of you walked off. He over to you with a teasing smile. "I can't believe you ever dated that guy," he commented as the two of you walked off and down the hallway Jisung disappeared into.

You found Jisung out by your car. He stood beside it waiting for you to arrive. Once you did he picked up his head from his phone removing his headphones from his ear. He smiled but brushed it off remembering you weren't here to see him. You are here to get things done. "Jisung answer me this," you asked approaching him and unlocking your car. Jungwoo squeezed past him sitting in the passenger seat. Jisung moved aside Jungwoo sending him a thankful smile.

"Yeah," he said following you around the car. You leaned on the driver's side Jisung standing at an angle from you.

"Tell me. How haven't I scared you off yet?" you asked crossing your arms over your chest. Keys dangling from your hands. Jisung shuddered feeling the cool autumn breeze rush past him. Leaves scattering on the ground. He didn't feel nervous to meet your eyes like he had before. He wasn't even nervous about your question. He shrugged placing his phone back in his pocket.

"I guess it's because I like you. You're my friend," he said. You pursed your lips nodding letting his answer sink inside you. You smiled tapping his shoulder. "Good answer," you said before you opened the car door and sat inside. Jisung smiled a scoff released from his lips. He could start to see his breath in the wind. The seasons were changing. Summer was over and Fall was over, that calmed him. He enjoyed Fall, similar to you and like you he disliked Winter.

"So where are we gonna find Jaemin?" Jungwoo asked you as you drove down the long road. You nudged your head to Jisung. "He knows where his work is. We're going there now," You said turning your attention back to the road. Jungwoo sneered at the forest that surrounded the car. "How far is it?" he asked you.

"Not far, but far enough so no one at the school would find him," Jisung said speaking up. Jungwoo nodded turning back to the window and staring at the passing trees. You sighed gripping onto the wheel.

Were you making a mistake? You had asked yourself this question over the last couple of days but now you were starting to think about it. Getting the boys to come to you, making them feel so high and then so low in a matter of seconds, and treating them like meat felt good when you were doing it, but afterward, you just felt sorry for yourself.

What if your mother knew what you were doing? She would be more than furious. She already hated your father for years of manipulation between them in their relationship so what if she knew you were doing the same? Manipulating men who hurt you, who've hurt other people including your friends. You tried to justify with that kind of logic. These men hurt people and bad people should be punished. The silence in the car made the thoughts in your brain process easier. The silence also made you feel worse. Without any noise, you could hear every thought in your mind.

You removed one of your hands from the wheel opening up the music app on your phone. Scrolling through your playlist you find your favorite by clicking shuffle. The song started and Jungwoo smiled knowing how much you loved this song. He nodded off humming the lyrics. You smiled watching him making your body feel at ease. You looked up at your mirror seeing Jisung holding up his phone to the music searching for the song. It made your cheeks grow warm seeing him shazam one of your favorite songs. He did like you.

But then you remembered that at the end of the day, he was still a part of the group of men who hurt you.

You parked your car just a block away from the store. Each other steps out and shuts the car door. It was a much breezier day today, unlike yesterday. You hugged yourself as you walked down the street next to the two boys trying to warm yourself. Jisung noticed, he was about to offer you his sweater but decided it wouldn’t be a good idea.

Jisung stepped ahead motioning his hand to the record store. You checked out the building. It was a smaller store with stained windows. The shop had been here for a minute. Jungwoo and Jisung stepped back. Jungwoo runs his fingers up and down your arm giving it a gentle squeeze. “We’ll be right here,” he assured letting go of your arm. You nodded biting onto your lip nervously.

Jaemin was probably one of the more intimidating members of his group. And next to Yuta probably one of the more mysterious. He was never seen unless he was needed. His whereabouts always remained unknown. You had to know someone to reach him. Jaemin was also dealing narcotics his main source of income.

Your hand touched the door pushing it open a small jingling. You looked towards the counter seeing no one behind it. You turned back to the middle of the room. Five rows of sleeves full of records covered in cobwebs. You gulped letting the door close behind you stepping onto the burgundy rug with an unknown dark stain. The lights had turned on once you stepped inside making few of your worries disappear. You walked further inside wiping your finger on the counter and tracing a line of dust sitting on the pad of your index finger. You dusted your hand off walking to one of the records. You flipped through a random pile labeled “P”. Not seeing anyone in the store but there is an open sign confused you.

But someone would come out if they saw you shopping.

You continued looking through different baskets of records in silence. Growing bored you looked around the room. Large windows in the front give a view of the empty sidewalk and streets. There weren’t many people walking around shopping. It gave you the chills. This downtown street area in particular empty. The silence of it all creeped you out. Your eyes in search for something to do found a record player. You looked through a few more records most from artists from the 1990s and back you selected Madonna's record opened it and placed it on the record player.

It started well. You hummed to the music and you continued to look around waiting for any employee, any person to arrive. You swayed your hips to the music enjoying the record that played of the iconic singer. You smiled a memory of your mother clouding your mind. When you were much younger she always played Madonna. The two of you dancing together, going shopping, and tried on clothes as one of her songs played. You smiled smiling at another of her records in your hand. Just as you went to place it back the record started to scratch distorting the sound.

Completely freaked out you ran over stopping the record and placing it away. As you placed it away the lights went dark. You felt your heart skip a beat. There was still no one else here with you. Without a second thought, you leaned into action heading for the front door.

“Wait wait,” someone called calmly from the darkness. You didn’t bother waiting stepping outside the sun shining brightly on your face. The door opened behind you but didn’t close. You stepped forward towards the line between the street and the sidewalk. You turned around and saw Jaemin leaning against the shop door. Bigger arms crossed over his broad chest. He tilted his head to the side a playful look in his eyes.

“Never would I have ever imagined you’d come into my shop,” he said with a small shake of his head. You played with your fingers. You had never felt this kind of nervous before. “You own this place?” You asked him motioning to the record store. He turned his head looking at the sign with a nod he turned back to you.

“I bought it from an old man two years ago. He passed away and the place was cheap. I figured it would be perfect,” he said releasing his arms from over his chest. He leaned off the side of the door pushing it open. He stood flat on the door motioning his hands for you to come inside. You gulped as you stepped forward brushing a cobweb out of your face.

When you stepped inside Jaemin had changed the store sign from Open to Closed.

You walked down the aisle behind Jaemin of dusty records. You wanted to make conversation with him. But based on Jaemin's overall vibe. He was a lot more intimidating than you thought. You assumed he'd be easy. You'd come to his shop and say you needed something but not have enough money to pay for it. Then he'd give you an offer.

Sex for Weed.

It wouldn't be the first time someone fucked for a pound. As you walked down this old, run-down record shop, you were starting to regret that plan. It was a cheap plan that would leave you feeling worse than before you arrived today. So Jaemin would have something more special planned and thought out like his friends.

He opened a wooden door leading to a wooden staircase. He held the door open letting you step in first. He sent you a smirk as you placed your foot on the first step. You looked back at him uneasy expression on your face. The staircase was dusty and smelled of mold. There were dents and nails on the steps. When you placed your foot on the second step it creaked. So you stepped down crossing your arms over your chest.

"I'm not going up those stairs," You said using your finger to point in the direction of the creepy dark staircase. Jaemin chuckled stepping ahead of you and letting the door close behind him. "If you want what I'm selling you have to go upstairs," he said already on the fifth step. He placed both hands in his pockets as he walked up. You huffed with a small pout following behind him.

"Also I wouldn't touch the railing," he commented not turning his head to you. You lifted your hand on the wooden bar confused and tensed. "Why?" you asked your hand hovering over the railing.

"It's full of spiders," he said turning left and disappearing from the staircase. You squealed running up the stairs and seeing him in front of a door holding up and key. He smirked turning away from you and to the door. "I'm assuming a girl like you is here for one thing," he said opening his office door.

You tilted your head. "What am I here for?" you asked with a smirk.

"Weed princess," he said handing you a bag from his insanely large stash. Your eyes bugled out of their socket. Arms fell as you walked further inside the room. "Woah," you said your nose wrinkling at the smell once you fully walked inside. Jaemin swatted your hand away when you went to touch the bags.

"You can look but you can't touch unless you buying," He said you scoffed but obliged letting your hand fall. You walked around the small cabinet office instead. Your mouth was agape as you stared in awe at all the weeds surrounding you. "How did you even get this much?" you asked making your way to the back the small intensifying as you made it to the small window. Looking out you could see your car. You wondered if he saw you.

Jaemin cleared his throat calling your attention. You turned seeing him place the bag in a small box. He stood by the door leaning on his side waiting for you so he could close the office door. You walked out allowing him to shut the door. He locked it handing you the box.

"I won't charge you," he said leaning closer to you with a smirk, handing you the box. You went to grab it but he pulled his hand away. "But since I am giving you this free of charge I'd like something else," he said a playful smirk on his pink lips. You scoffed crossing your arms over your chest. Just as you expected, Na Jaemin would be too easy.

"Oh really?" you asked smirking back confident you had the upper hand. "What do you want," you hushed back. He chuckled standing straight his eyes still locked with yours. Both of you are in a battle to see who would look away first. You were sure he would. He was gonna ask you to fuck him, you were sure of it.

"I'd like your number," He said with a smile followed by a shrug. "Maybe even hang out," he followed with. You widened your eyes slightly but held contact. This could still work. You nodded holding your hand out. "Okay," you said with a warm smile. He reached into his pocket handing you his open phone. You put your number in handing it back to him. You turned to walk away but he took your wrist in his large hand. He pulled you towards him leaning down to place a kiss on your neck.

"See you soon," he whispered for only your ears. You hid the tingles you felt throughout your body. Forcing the butterflies you felt in your stomach away. You pulled your hand away leaving his frame. You turned on your heels a sway in your hips as you walked down the staircase. Jaemin smiled to himself as he watched you walk away. Feeling all the butterflies in his stomach and chest.

It didn't take long for Na Jaemin to become delusional enough to believe a girl like you would be into him. He was just like his friends. Desired you, craved you, they dreamed of you.

The only thing that was different about Na Jaemin was you couldn't control him like the others.

You had gone to his record store a few days ago saying you came because you wanted to buy weed from him. He sold you the bag and slipped in his phone number. He took time responding to your text but when he did it made it hard to not wish he wasn't friends with those assholes.

4:01 pm

Na- How's your day princess?

y/n- It's been good

Na- That's good. I love to hear that. How can NaNa make it better?"

You had cringed at his obsession with addressing himself in the third person.

y/n- Come over

9:01 pm

Na - I'm sorry Princess Nana got busy. I promise I'll make it up to you. What do you like? Let Nana know how he can make it better.

y/n- Not wasting my time.

Na- I promise it won't happen again. Text me your address.

He always let you believe you were in control but here you were constantly checking your phone for his response. It had been like this the last few days. Secretly waiting for his reply.

"What's on your mind?" Wendy asked as Jungwoo rolled up beside her. You shook your head. "Nothing, I was just thinking about everything that were doing," you said with a slight shrug. You sat back on your white rug on your living floor. You leaned on your couch resting your back and bringing your knees to your chest. Ten made a side frown. Wendy frowned as well and placed her hand on your knee giving it a gentle squeeze. Jungwoo licked a stripe on the thin paper folding it around the weed.

"I mean are we doing the right thing?" you asked. Ten kept quiet causing Wendy to scoff. She looked away from him and at you.

"I think you're doing exactly what you need to do. These guys are the impiety of assholes. You remember what they did to us, to you," she said with a hint of determination in tone but sadness in her eyes. Jisung appeared from the bathroom sitting on the rug beside you and next to Ten. "What did they do?" he asked curiously. Jungwoo pulled a lighter out lighting up the joint.

"Should we tell him?" he asked the circle. Everyone looked at each other and then you for permission. You widen your eyes surprised this conversation is happening. You looked over at Jisung who's eyes were already on you. You examined him for a minute letting your gut decide if you should let your friends tell him about their past with his friend group.

Jungwoo took a hit as he waited passing it to Wendy. "Okay," you said turning away from Jisung. His lips formed a small smile feeling closer to you all even though he knew of you spoken yet. "Just leave my parts out," you said with a small frown. You held your head down, your friends nodding understanding. Jisung frowned as well. He wanted to know what his 'friends' had done but he wasn't going to force you to speak.

Wendy took it a hit and then passed it to you. You remained quiet as she spoke.

"I'll speak for myself," she said rubbing her hands on her pants as she turned to Jisung. Jisung focused his attention on her. She let out a sigh. "When I first started going to school here I met a guy," she smiled thinking of the first interaction she had with him. "He was really sweet to me. He showed me around campus and even invited me to a party he was throwing with his friend. I was so excited to go," she said remembering the rush she felt about her first college party.

She shook her head old feelings returning. "We got close. So I thought," she bit the inside of her mouth feeling the same anger again heat up throughout her body. "I thought he liked me," she said feeling her heart swell again. You placed your hand on her shoulder rubbing it gently.

"We had gotten to know each other. He took me out on cute dates and treated me like a princess. So when the day of the party arrived I put on my best outfit. I thought about it all day, I could barely focus in class. My leg bounced under the table in nervousness and excitement. Then the time finally came. I got dressed, did my hair and makeup, and went to the party," she took a pause.

"I searched for the boy finding him in the kitchen. We danced together for a moment then he brought me upstairs to his room. He kissed me and it felt good. Until I noticed something in the corner of his room," she said her voice dying out.

"What did you find?" Jisung asked fully invested in the story.

She sighed chewing on the side of her mouth. "I noticed a small red light in the corner facing the direction of the bed. I walked over to it and pushed away a t-shirt and a few books finding a fucking camera," she said a tear slipping down her cheek. Jisung gasped hand covering his mouth. He felt terrible inside having no idea how incredibly disgusting his so-called friends are. He only wondered which one it was.

Jungwoo and Ten shook their heads. You remained quiet just keeping your hand on Wendy.

"I was down to my bare body laying on his fucking bed when I found it," she said tears streaming down her face. The wounds still have not healed. The memory stung her heart. "He was angry I found the camera. I quickly got dressed and left," she said forcibly wiping her tears away with her sleeve. The room felt silent for a moment as Wendy collected herself. She took a hit from the blunt. She coughed for a bit thanking you as you handed her a glass of water.

"Luckily as I was running out I ran into Y/n," she said with a smile. She turned to you with puffy eyes. Her lip quivered as she spoke. "I bumped into her and she asked me if "I was okay?" I lied and told her yes. But she saw him at the top of the stairs and asked me again. I turned seeing him and looked back at her telling her the truth. I wasn't okay and in fact, I was scared. Scared everyone would see the video of me," she paused. "She took me home that night," she said with a smile touching your hand.

"The next day she found me in a class. I came inside sitting beside me and telling me. "I handled it," she said with a chuckle. "I was so confused," she said with a shake of her head. "But the video never got out and the boy left me alone," she said putting an end to the story. She turned away from you clearing her throat. She turned to Jisung meeting his eyes.

"That boy was Johnny and this is why I hate him so much," she confessed. "Wow," he said shaking his head. He had no idea what to say. He couldn't defend their actions he wouldn't even try. He felt nothing but pity for Wendy. He couldn't imagine being in that situation.

"I'm sorry that happened to you," he said. He felt like all he could do was apologize even if it wasn't his fault. Wendy shook her head. "It's not your fault. You didn't do anything," she said but that was the problem. He frowned shaking his head. He was at that party and didn't do anything. You noticed his face touching his knee. He met your big eyes with a sad expression. You shook your head knowing he was shitting on himself. "You didn't know. None of us did," you said to make him feel less like shit and understand that if Wendy wasn't angry at him and he had no way of knowing that he wasn't to blame. Only Johnny was to blame.

He nodded turning to Jungwoo. "And you?" he asked.

Jungwoo looked over at him. "Me?" he asked. Jisung nodded hand ghosting over yours. You smiled biting your lip to hide the expression.

"What did they do to you?" he asked. He sighed scouting closer to the coffee table resting his hands on it. "Well one they hurt my girls," he said causing both girls to laugh. Jisung smirked glancing over at you. You are so pretty when you smile.

"And some of them made my life hell in high school," he said. Jisung's eyes widened now lost. He didn't know their history went to far back. "High school?" he asked and Jungwoo nodded. "Yup. Y/n and I went to the same high school as Jaehyun, Johnny, Jeno, and Mark," he said like it was common knowledge when it very much wasn't to him.

"It was mainly Johnny and Jeno. They made comments about sexuality especially after I became friends with Y/n. They called me her pet throughout high school. They didn't beat me up or anything they were just dicks all the time to me and it was annoying so I don't like them," he said with a roll of his eyes. Jisung nodded believing every word he said because it sounded exactly like them to do something like that.

"Y/n got them to leave me alone mainly because she was dating Jaehyun," he said with a shrug. Jisung's eyes went wide. You threw a pillow at him causing his head to fly back. "I said leave me out," you said. Jungwoo scoffed fixing himself as he jerked his head at you. "My bad. I just still can't believe you two dated and like not for fake," he said causing Ten to chuckle.

"You dated Jaehyun?" he asked. You turned to him shaking your head. "It's a long story and I don't want to share," you said stopping Jisung from asking any further questions. Jungwoo chuckled throwing the pillow back on the couch. He turned to Ten slapping his arm. Ten made an ow sound rubbing his arm. "Your turn," he said.

Ding Dong

The doorbell rang. Everyone looked at one another lost.

"I didn't order any food," you said first looking over at everyone else. They all sent the same weird glance to one another. "Did you invite anyone else?" Wendy asked you. You shook your head as you stood up to see who it was. Jisung followed behind you. Jungwoo tapped Ten's leg pointing at Jisung following. "He's trying to protect her," he said causing Wendy to throw another pillow at him. Ten just chuckled at their nonsense.

You checked the peephole widening your eyes covering your mouth trying to muffle your gasp. You turned to Jisung and he shook his head confused. "What?" he asked. You met his eyes slightly backing away from the door. You pulled him with you eyeing the door and then him.

"It's Jaemin," you said just above a whisper. "I didn't invite him," you said with a shake of your head. Only you did invite Na Jaemin, you just didn't think he'd so up right now. Jisung widened his eyes heading back to the living room to warn everyone else.

Ding Dong

The doorbell rang again causing you to jump. You didn't think he was going to show up. You walked up to the door and saw him leaning against the wall rubbing his boots on the carpet. "Just a minute!" you called. He smirked shaking his head. He knew he was successful in surprising you. You probably assumed he wasn't going to respond to your text or show up at your apartment.

"Okay princess take your time!" he called pulling out his phone. You watched him for a moment hearing a rush of footsteps behind you. Jungwoo nosey as ever grabbed hold of your shoulders, bending down to see if Jaemin was there. When he pushed you slightly and replaced his eye with yours he gasped covering his mouth and stepping away.

You looked again listening as Wendy told everyone to be quiet. As you looked through the peephole again Jaemin glanced up from his phone staring straight into the small hole. Your heart skipped a beat as you backed up. Jisung looked at you worried reaching his hands out to you. You took his hands but only for a moment. "I can invite him in with them here, but not with you," you said looking into his eyes.

"What do we do?" Wendy asked you. Ten stood by the door making Jaemin smirk believing it was your shadow. "We can hide him," Jungwoo suggested. "Or we can have this conversation away from the door," said Ten. You all agreed walking back into the living room but not before you told Jaemin you'd be right there.

"Okay, so what do we do?'" Ten asked looking back at the door. He turned back to the group placing his hands on his hips. "Jungwoo did say we could hide him," he said motioning his hand to Jungwoo who stood beside him. Jungwoo nodded agreeing with him. You chewed on your lip, foot tapping on the ground. This couldn't be the end. You were growing closer by the day and now everything could fall apart. The minute Jaemin sees Jisung here with you, as friends in your apartment everything would be over.

He'd tell his friends, Si Cheng, Yangyang, and Haechan would surely question him. They'd either spill or warn the others to stay away from you and probably alienate Jisung from his home. Then everything would completely fall apart for you and your friends. You looked back at the door chewing on your lip. Your heart sinks further down your body making your stomach turn.

You couldn't let that happen.

"He can hide in my room. I'll keep the door locked and the lights off. Jaemin won't spend too much time here tonight," you said. Everyone nodded off Wendy taking him to your bedroom. She walked him down the small wooden floored hallway. She opened your bedroom door, and your dog jumped off your bed and ran past her legs. Scattered paws run down the hallway. She quickly pushed Jisung into the room. Not hard enough to hurt him or anything just enough to draw his attention back. He had been staring down the hallway waiting for Jaemin to come in.

"Okay," she said. "Don't touch anything, but if you get thirsty I'm sure Y/n won't mind if you take from the small fridge," she said pointing to the white fridge on the other side of the bedroom. Jisung nodded watching as Wendy shut the door. "Lock it," she whispered from the other side. He complied shutting off the lights as well.

You let out a breath calming yourself before you opened the door. You couldn't let Jaemin smell any ounce of nerves on you. You had to fake the confidence all over again just like you had before. So you fixed your hair and wore a bright smile. Your friends all waiting in your living room for you. You reached out for the handle of your door turning it. You opened it revealing Jaemin who leaned against the wall. His phone was long gone. He smirked pressing off the wall and coming up to you. He placed a hand on your waist bringing you closer to him. He leaned down to your lips. You played with him letting your pretty eyelashes tickle his.

He smiled pressing his lips to your cheek in a soft kiss. "My princess you look so pretty for Nana," he said eyeing the outfit you wore and biting onto his lips. You were just wearing silk pants and a matching pink top. Your face is bare, not an ounce of makeup on your skin. You hadn't even done your skincare routine yet. His eyes met your hands gliding up and down your waist. "Do I Nana?" you asked with a purse of your pretty lips. Jaemin bit his lip pulling you closer to him. "Mhm. Nana missed you," he whispered pressing a small kiss on your lips.

He let go going to step into your apartment but you placed a hand on his firm chest. The boy had grown since freshman year. He was taller than you for sure but he had doubled in size. His biceps are much larger than they were before. They stood out in his black t-shirt, arms bigger than your head. Soft brown hair dusting his forehead and glossy lips. Why the fuck did Na Jaemin have to be so beautiful. It pissed you off.

He frowned hand reaching up to touch yours. "What's wrong?" he asked you looking into your eyes. "My friends are here," you responded looking into his big brown eyes. Once again cursing him out for being so stupid. You'd keep around if he wasn't friends with those people or Na Jaemin. He shrugged gently placing his hands back on your hips. "So? I don't mind," he said with a smile. You thought about it for a moment. It was probably a bad idea to keep him here. You didn't want any of the boys to have contact with anyone you knew. You wanted to decrease the risk of any of them discovering the truths of your plan.

You also didn't want to keep Jisung waiting in your bedroom alone.

But you needed to get this done.

No you couldn't, its a terrible idea.

But how could you ever get to Jeno if you were stuck on Jaemin?

You smiled grabbing Jaemin's full attention. He tilted his head at the evil smirk on your lips trying to figure out your expression. He sent you a playfully dangerous smirk. You grabbed his shirt pulling him inside your home. Jungwoo heard steps behind him taking a hint from the placing blunt he chuckled. "Is he gone?" he asked a cloud of smoke forming. Jaemin chuckled hands in his pockets walking over to where you stand shoes off.

"No she let me in," he said hair falling in front of his face as he stopped chuckling and replaced the gentle noise with a smirk. Jungwoo smoke slipped past his lips moving in Jaemin's direction. He waved his hand exposing the rest of the room to Jaemin. They all widened their eyes, Ten taking a sip of his drink. Wendy looked away from him eyes finding yours sending you a stare that could only read to you as "Are you serious?"

You sent her one back letting her know it would be worth it. She stood up rubbing her hands on her pants a forced smile on her lips. She leaned over to grab her purse taking her phone out. She checked the time then scoffed looking back up at you and Jaemin. "Well, would you look at that? I'm late to turn in my essay," she said walking towards the front door and searching for her shoes.

"Alreayd living? You've never cared about an essay before?" you asked placing a hand on your hip. Your lips pursed as you eyed her. She shrugged putting both boots on her feet. "I need to pick up my grades," she reported quickly. You chuckled walking over to her and crossing your arms over your chest. "For what class?" you asked Jaemin turning his body and watching the scene play out. He couldn't help but check you from the back either.

"English," she said. You smiled nodding your head. "I'll walk you out," you said opening your front door from in front of her. You reached your arm over and pulled it. She nodded wide eyes and a sigh left her lips. "Boys take care of him I won't be long," you said to Jungwoo and Ten. They both looked at each other nodding then stood up to "handle Jaemin".

The minute you shut the door you dropped the act.

"Seriously why did you invite him in?" she asked trying to make sense of your choice. She stared at you for a moment shocked, waiting for your response. She waved her hand brows furrowed. "Well?" she asked impatiently.

"I need him to trust me," you said with a smile on your pink lips. Wendy poked the inside of her mouth with her tongue nodding her head. She leaned back her front leg standing out, arms crossed over her chest. "So you let him inside?" she asked sarcastically. You nodded, "Yup," you responded. She thought about it for a moment but then nodded letting her arms fall. "Okay if you think it will help out your plan then you do you girl," she said walking up to you. She gave you a small hug before she waved goodbye.

Just as you went to turn to leave both Jungwoo and Ten stepped out. You raised a brow with a smirk crossing your arms over your chest. “And where are you too going?” You asked seeing Jungwoo still holding the blunt in his hand. He shrugged looking away from Ten and at you.

“We’d figure we’d give you some space,” he said rushing to move down the hallway but Ten grabbed his shirt preventing himself from moving forward. Jungwoo poured dusting his shoulder off where Ten grabbed him. Ten sighed turning to you after sending his friend a glare. “What are you gonna do about Jisung?” He asked. Your finger tapped on your arm as you chew on your lip.

“You my closet as an exit right?” You asked sarcastically. They both nodded Jungwoo making an “oh” face. “I knew that,” Ten said slightest embarrassed he forgot. You nodded turning both of them around and pushing them away. Once they left you went back inside. You walked into your living with a smile on your face ready for Jaemin but to your surprise, he was not there.

“Jaemin?” You called looking around the space. Your first thought was to walk into the kitchen. Maybe he got hungry you thought. You stepped into your kitchen the door closing behind you. The marble floors shined, spotless not a crumb in sight. The kitchen itself is decorated for the fall thanks to your maid. Pumpkins were placed around the room and fake leaves hung from the ceilings. The autumn colors stood out in your white kitchen. But Jaemin wasn’t there. You turned away thinking he may have slipped down the hallway to see the rest of your home.

You left through the back door of the kitchen. Walking down another wooden floored hallway of your penthouse. Opening the first door to the right was the movie theater. You looked inside unsuccessful in your search for Jaemin. You had turned the lights on and he was not there. With a sigh, you left the room shutting the lights off followed by the door.

Next we the door on your left. The guest bedroom. You opened it seeing the bed perfectly made and everything around the room. The computer, the small fridge, and the TV remote were untouched. You huffed closing the door and failing to find him again.

You walked down the hallway placing an ear at one of the doors. You heard no sound on the other side, not a signal breath so you didn’t open it. You were starting to get annoyed. Where could he have gone? You placed your hands on your hips frustrated. The frustration was starting to attack your body physically. The heat makes you start to sweat. The sweat became uncomfortable as it formed on the back of your neck. You walked over to a small door and opened it pushing some brooms and buckets out of the way. You shut the closet door Once you did you were exposed to a rusty, dirty white door. Without care, you turned the golden knob exposing a small pathway.

You walked down the dark pathway. It was dark a small lightbulb switch at the top. You flicked it closing the door behind you. It illuminated the small space, showing the interior of your penthouse. Piles of wood and plaster were shown to you as you walked down the small space. A small creak in the floor. A fly flying past your head. You swatted it away.

Once you reached the end you took out a key from your pocket. You pushed the key into the hole turning the lock and opening the door. You push it open hundreds of clothes on racks blocking your view. You pushed them to the side removing the key from the door you closed it. The door blends into the pink closet.

You stepped out onto the rug seeing Jisung just outside the closet looking at some of your pictures. You quickly ran to him without a thought. Pulling him inside the closet. His eyes widened not sure when you came in. You came in so quietly he thought. How long have you been there? And why from the closet?

You grabbed his hand bringing him to the closet. “You have to go Jaemin’s here,” you said to him in a rush pulling further into the closet. “How? If he’s in the living room?” He asked feeling his heart start to race. Jaemin couldn’t catch him here it would destroy everything. It made Jisung more than worried his heart pounding down his chest.

“Here,” you said handing him the small golden key. You pushed back a bunch of your fall jackets exposing the white door to him. “Go through here, when you reach the other side lock the door and leave the key on the clear shelf I’ll find it. Once you exit the broom closet go down the hallway through the kitchen and then out the front door,” you said quickly. You did not doubt in your mind that Jaemin was still here.

“Y/n?” You heard Jaemin call. Your eyes widened heart racing in fear of getting caught. You had blanked on Jisung being here forgetting you hid the boy in your room. Jisung bit his lip. He was scared of getting caught.

“Y/n!” Jaemin called again standing outside your bedroom door. You heard him jiggle the handle. You opened the escape door behind Jisung.

“Just a second!” You shouted back. Ushering Jisung to the door. Jisung looked back at you his legs unable to move. “You got to be kidding me,” you said frustrated. You took his hand guiding him down the hallway not bothering to turn the light on. When you reached the other side you took Jisung down the hallway, through the kitchen, and into the living room. Handing him his sneakers and pushing him out the door. He went to speak but you shut the door.

“I forgot my sweater,” he said quietly but didn’t bother to knock. He was upset at you for inviting Jaemin in. A part of him is jealous you rushed him out to see Jaemin. So what, even if he wouldn’t last until tomorrow he wanted to be in there with you. Letting out a frustrated huff he put on his shoes and walked off to take the bus home.

"I didn't mean to keep you waiting," you said in a rush. Jaemin shook his head stepping inside your bedroom. "No worries princess," he said as he walked over to your dresser. He placed a small box down and then continued to look around your bedroom. You closed your door standing in front of it fiddling your thumbs as you wondered why he didn't already have his hands on you.

You assumed the minute he had you to himself he's let loose. Every hope and fantasy would unleash with the same girl he's been dreaming about since freshman year of college. Jaemin took notice of your fidgets and chuckled head falling and dark strains of hair dusting his forehead. He looked over at you with a smile. "Why are you standing so far away princess?" he asked. He slowly began walking over to you placing down one of your picture frames. A photo of you and your father.

"Are you scared of Nana?" he asked your room had gotten dark rather quickly. The sun had set earlier being the change in seasons. All your lights were turned off as well. The only way you were able to see Jaemin was through the sheer moonlight from your bedroom window that pointed to the middle of your room. Your bedroom is large enough that only one window can illuminate a small part of your room.

As he walked over to you, you shook your head stepping to the side and slowly leading him in the direction of your bed. He hadn't realized what you were doing so blindly he followed. "I'm not scared," you responded backing from him.

"Then why are you moving away from me?" he asked with a playful tongue. You slightly shrugged the back of your knees reaching your bed. You fell back once he stepped in front of you. He skillfully spread your legs with his right knee. He reached into his pocket keeping his eyes on yours. You gulped seeing his hand disappear. "I want to do something special for you. Something I've wanted to do for a while, but first," he said pulling out a small bag. He opened it exposing the prerolled blunt in his hands. In his other pocket, he pulled out a lighter.

"Smoke with me," he said gesturing to the blunt. You chuckled a hand moving to dance on your tummy. Your eyebrows lifted then fell as you spoke. "What's the special thing you want to do for me?" you asked teasingly. Chuckles erupted from Jaemin's chest. He leaned down hovering over your lips. "I want to taste you," he said placing a soft, chase kiss on your lips. He pulled away your eyes remaining closed. When you opened then you saw him light up the blunt.

He held his hand out to you. You took it allowing him to sit you up. You smiled thanking him moving over for him to sit beside you. He brought the blunt to your lips after lighting it. "You get to go first," he said handing it to you. You waved your hand shaking your head. "No way you first," you said pushing it away. This wasn't your first time smoking. You've smoked with a bunch of your other friends before, mostly with Jungwoo. This however was the first time you were smoking with Jaemin and you just wanted to be safe.

"Okay," he said not fighting you. He brought the blunt to his lips placing it in between the top and bottom. Inhaling and then releasing the smoke. "See baby you safe," he said some of the smoke getting in your face. The scent started to fill your nostrils causing you to hum. He brought it back to you holding it up to your lips.

He held it for you as you wrapped your lips around where he just was. Inhaling then releasing some of the smoke in his face he chuckled. You coughed a little causing Jaemin to go to the small fridge in your room pulling out a juice. He opened the cap bringing it to your lips. He lifted the juice watching as your throat bobbed drowning in the liquid. When he removed it from your lips some spilled from the side. He laughed removing the juice from your lips.

"Thirsty girl," he commented placing the juice on your nightstand. Once he successfully placed it he came back to you. He handed you the blunt placing a soft kiss on your lips. "Now you sit back and relax okay? I'll be down here if you need me, princess," he said taking the pillow from behind you so it would sit comfortably behind your back. He smiled satisfied with how you felt and made his way to your jaw kissing his way down your body. He didn't even remove your bra, not even your shirt. He only slipped down your silk house pants and blue panties.

You knew this princess treatment was an act. He must think you only wake up and use the left side of your brain to get through your door if he believed you were convinced by his little act. Jaemin was a businessman. And a man with a poor business will do whatever he can to make it to the top. Sure you were on his list of girls he wanted to fuck but the only reason you sat at the top was jot because you had the tightest pussy on the East Coast.

It was because of your daddy.

Jisung told you about each of these men. How easy Jaemin would be as a professional ass kisser. He thought if he treated you like an absolute princess the spot in your father's company would be his. Word may have gotten out that your father did not want you to run his company and you wanted to find a man instead, so he would take over. Then your mother would give you hers and you could keep the business in your family.

Which turned you from a trophy to a ticket.

Like the others, you were Jaemin's ticket to the top. So he'd give you free weed every day of the year if it meant one day when you presented him to your father as your suitor he would never have to sell weed again. Such a well-thought-out plan on his part.

Too bad you knew every detail of it.

So this moment now your thighs spread for him, his hair tickling your skin. Placing love bites and kisses on your plush skin as he worked his way closer to your aching core would be enough to make him believe for one more night you were his.

He pulled your baby blue panties back exposing your glistening folds to the cool air. He looked up at you for a moment the smoke you exhaled floating past his cheeks. He groaned at the sight of your lips gently wrapped around the blunt. He sighed leaning back down to your glistening pussy. He leaned his arm over turning your bedside lamp on just to get a good look at you. Licking his lips he felt his mouth water at the sight of you. So pretty and wet just for him. It made the strain his pants tighten but if he wanted this he'd only take care of you tonight.

So he rested on your mattress laying his stomach flat. Strong biceps wrapped around you pulling you down for his eyes to meet your pussy. He licked a stride on your slit from your home to your clit ending the travel with a kiss on the nub. You shuddered at the sudden but final contact. He watched from below awaiting your every reaction, you were so hard to watch, and please at the same time.

He engulfed his lips around your clit flicking the nerves with his tongue and sucking it with his lips. The wetness from his tongue slipping down your pussy tickling your hole. He quickened his pace bringing his index forward and dancing around your hole. You moaned repeatedly out loud some of the smoke getting caught in your throat.

Jaemin's finger slipped inside slowly letting you adjust. "Breath baby," he teased watching you with a proud smile unfold. He felt a sense of power knowing he was the only man in school to have you like this. He brought his head back down repeating his motions with his tongue. "Fuck Jaemin how are you so good at this?" you asked through moans. You didn't need him to answer it just slipped out your mouth. He chuckled at the sound vibrating on your clit, however, he didn't answer.

You brought the blunt of your lips again feeling him quicken his pace inside you. You brought it down to him letting him take a hit which he obliged taking it from your warm hands and bringing it to his wet lips. He pushed his fingers inside you fucking you with a curling motion grazing over your spot. He almost choked seeing he hit the right spot inside you that drove you mad. Your body arching, brows furrowed and mouth open erupting in moans. "Fuck Jaemin you feel so good," you praised it all going to his head and then to his cock.

"All for you princess," he said handing you the blunt back. He placed a kiss on your lips exhaling the smoke into your mouth. He groaned when you released it again in his face a smile on your lips. He kissed you passionately slipping his tongue past your mouth. He continued fucking you with his large fingers. You gripped on his bicep, flexing under your warm touch.

"Fuck you taste so good," he praised breaking the kiss for a brief moment looking into your eyes. He quickly placed his lips on yours again. "Doing so good for Nana," he said placing a kiss on your lips as he found his spot on your mattress again engulfing your lonely clit between his lips. You smiled as you took another hit letting your hand grip onto his hair. You pushed your hips forward grinding on both his fingers and tongue.

Jaemin getting drunker on your pussy flexed his hips into your mattress quickly reaching his pathetic high. You are not too far behind him. He held your waist helping you to grind on his face groaning into your pussy every time your clit touched his nose. "Fuck Jaemin I'm so close," you moaned eyes shut. You had taken a peak before seeing his abuse making your head fall back in bliss.

You could feel the knot in your stomach seconds away from bursting. You pussy sucking up his index and middle. He groaned loudly and aggressively as he came in his pants. The vibration going straight through your body and dancing on your clit. You felt your climax burst cum oozing out of your tight hole. Jaemin hummed licking every inch of you up. Once your pussy was clean he pulled away leaning in to kiss you but only to be prevented by a cloud of smoke.

"Thank you Jaemin. Goodnight," you said your tone changing as you stood up. Drinking the rest of your juice then stepping into your bathroom to pull out a warm cloth. You cleaned yourself up throwing the cloth away. Jaemin smiled believing you two were still playing the same game. He fixed himself up walked over to you placed a hand on your waist leaning in to place a kiss on your cheek but you swirled your head. He furrowed his brows but still didn't think much of it.

He went to make a move again as you pulled the covers back on your bed but you stepped away from him again.

He huffed, "Okay princess what's wrong?" he asked. You chuckled fluffing up your pillows. "You're still here," you retorted your back turned to him. He scoffed running a hand through his hair. "I don't understand why you are so upset princess-" You dropped the pillow in your hand turning to him.

"Oh cut the act," you said with a raise of your eyebrow. You crossed your arms over your chest seeing him straighten up. You smirked seeing his reaction. "We both know why you are here," you said.

Caught. His eyes widened for a brief moment but he held a confused face. He felt your words sting at his chest. "I don't know what you're talking about-" he tried to say before you cut him off again.

"Cut the shit Jaemin. Save yourself the time and drop the act," you spat back now annoyed with his stupidity.

Trapped. His heart rate picked up. He felt his throat go dry and sweat form on his palms. He slowly backed away from you indicating to you as an invitation to follow. You raised a brow arms still crossed over your chest. "Oh? So You have no clue what I'm talking about?" you asked knowing you both knew the answer. He shook his head back landing flat on your door. He felt around for the handle. You could see his efforts to escape out of the corner of your eye.

"Try and leave and security will stop you," you said.

Captured. He let his hand fall. You grabbed onto his shirt yanking him forward and bringing him to your vanity chair. He flopped on it eyes wide as you stood before him. Seeing a whole new side of you he'd never even imagine. You were making him nervous which rarely ever happened to him. He was so used to being in control, used to being slick but now it was being thrown right back in his face.

Surrender. He put his hands up "Look I can explain-" You shook your head with a suck of your teeth. "Don't bother," You leaned down to his level eyes still locked with his. "Admit your faults and I'll let you go. The others didn't get a choice," you said sending him a glare shadowed by a friendly smile.

Lie. "I was at first using you to get to your father but after spending time with you I realized how great you are and I want to be with your princess," he spilled skipping some of the beat of the flow of his words.

No Other Choice. You shook your head. "Try again with the truth," you said annoyance in your tone. He sighed finally dropping his dumb act. "Fine bitch I was using you to get your daddy because I knew if I treated you like a pretty fucking princess that spot would be mine," he said this time hitting every beat.

Played. You smirked. He grimaced seeing your reaction. "Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked feeling the back of his neck become warm. "You didn't think I wasn't using you?" you said leaning back. Jaemin's eyes squinted confused. "What?" he asked. You slowly began to walk around the beige vanity chair. "Want to know why security is standing outside my door? It's not because of wealth but just to make sure I can say what I have to say and you don't run," you hushed the last part behind him close to his ear.

"What?" he asked still lost this time for real. You ended your laps standing in front of him.

"I knew your whole plan to I used you. You were never going to meet my father or my mother. The silly boy thought he could play me like I was one of the many customers he scams," you said words laced with venom. He kept his mouth shut afraid if he spoke he'd make things worse for himself. "I have enough evidence to make sure this little business never leaves the ground and I'm sure you know who my father is. He won't take too kindly to your behavior," you said checking your nails and mocking him.

"So what's the catch?" he asked. You smiled, you had him right where you wanted him.

"You tell anyone about us I'll make sure you disappear and that business of yours dies before it breaths, understand?" you asked dropping your little act. You sent him a powerful glare a lick with your teeth to follow. He gulped nodding his head.

"Now go," you said watching him gather his stuff and run out your front door. Once you heard it lock you went to bed. That is how you execute a plan. Let's hope the same blueprint works for Jeno.

Once Jaemin arrived home Jisung hesitated on checking up on the male. He instead sat alone in his shared room. Jaemin must have bumped into someone in the living room because he heard another voice. He pressed his ear to the door opening it slightly.

He could see Jaemin holding his jacket on his side standing in front of Si Cheng and Jeno.

"How'd it go?" asked Jeno. Jaemin shrugged seeing him a smirk.

"To be honest it was a hit and quit," he said causing Si Cheng to chuckle, Jeno smirked shaking his head. "I swear all the boys keep leaving here with their heads in the clouds and then you all come up back to reality," commented Si Cheng. Jisung wanted to point and laugh in their faces. He knew why deep down each man came home upset regardless of whether they wore it on their skin or not.

He chuckled as he paid close attention. Jasmine's hand curled up in a fist as he spoke about 'the night with his mystery girl'

"It seems like everyone has a mystery special girl," Jeno said to both boys. "I wonder if I'll get one. Maybe I'll do better than you," he nudged Jaemin with his shoulder. Jaemin chuckled but didn't respond to him. Jisung felt the chuckle appear in his throat again. "You'll get one but I don't how good it will be for you," he said to himself quietly. How stupid were his close friends? He thought so blinded by what was in front of them.

However, the laughter was short-lived once Jaemin spoke again. "Hey Si Cheng when you went out with Y/n did she say anything weird to you?" he asked with a curious pout. Si Cheng shook his head, "Nah but she made some interesting sounds," he said dabbing up Jeno. They both laughed but Jaemin killed their joke.

He shook his head. "No, you dumbass. I mean like did she threaten you of anything?" he asked. Si Cheng shook his head with a weird look on his face. "No. Why so many questions?" he asked walking up to Jaemin. "You went with her or something?" he asked pressing up to the bigger man. Jaemin pressed up against him. "So what? If I did what would you do? You are known for lying, you probably lied about it," he retorted back.

Si Cheng poked the inside of his mouth with his tongue shaking his head. "Fuck you," he cursed pushing him. "Guys," Jeno began. Jaemin's eyes widened pushing Si Chenge back causing him to stumble. "Fuck me? No fuck you," he said but Jeno stopped him.

"Both of you enough. You two going off over some girl?" Si Cheng scoffed fixing himself up. "You know she's not some girl," he spat Jeno huffed letting the words die on his tongue because deep down he agreed.

"What's going on here?" Jisung heard Johnny's voice from the staircase. He could feel the tension fill up in his room. He gulped hearing Johnny come down the stairs of the house. Both men backed away from each other their heads hanging low. Jeno nervously stepped forward to explain.

“Nothing they were just being stupid,” Said Jeno. His voice had changed. He was a lot more serious, more stern like most of the men got when Johnny approached them. He was like their leader, all following in his footsteps on how to become a controlling, arrogant raging asshole of the world. Johnny walked over to the trio arms crossed over his puffed chest.

“Are you lying?” He asked. Jeno put his hands behind his back fiddling his fingers. He shook his head hair swaying side to side. “They were just arguing over a game,” he lied. Johnny looked at the two silent boys.

“Jaemin, Si Cheng is that the truth?” He asked with a calm voice.

They both lifted their heads looking at one another. Nodding they straighten themselves out. Jaemin cleared his throat as Si Cheng spoke.

“Yes it was but it’s over now. Jaemin was just leaving,” he said looking away from Johnny to meet Jaemin’s eye. He followed nodded his head and picked up his jacket from the ground.

“Yes I was just heading off to bed,” he said. Johnny knew they were lying but if he punished the men for every wrong thing they did what would be the point of the freedom they had in this house? He’s just become the reason they left home to live here, their mothers.

Johnny nodded off letting his arms fall with a smile. “Very well Goodnight you three,” he said all of them running off. Jisung closed the door once they came to close. Jeno and Jaemin go into the same shared bedroom and Si Cheng takes his new room upstairs.

After he scored you he got an upgrade.

Jisung closed his bedroom door completely Haechan soon reopened it coming home from a late-night class. He threw his bag on the ground and flopped right onto his bed. YangYang soon reopened the door skateboard in his head appeared all sweaty and gross.

Jisung sat on his bed picking up his phone to send you a text. He typed a small yet detailed paragraph of what had happened. Also warning that Jaemin may be onto you. But his finger hovered over the button. He knew by helping you he was destroying his friends but what would he gain from this?

He chewed his lip deciding that tonight his thoughts came from how tired he was from the day. So he deleted the text and chose to go to you and tell you in person. He placed his phone back down pulling back the sheets and sliding inside.

“Good luck,” he said causing YangYang to pick up his head.

“Good luck for what?” He asked. Jisung froze trying to quickly come up with something in his brain.

“Uh, I heard from Haechan that you have an exam tomorrow. So before I went to bed I was wishing you good luck,” he said quickly. He hoped YangYang believed it.

Thankfully he did. Responding with a smile. “Thanks, man,” he said before gathering his things to go shower.

Jisung let out a sigh laying his head down and drifting off to sleep only thinking of you.

And how that “good luck” was for Jeno.

To Be Continued…

I hope you guys enjoyed part 4! I’m sorry for the wait I just got really busy between work and school. But now I’m back writing again and I can’t wait for all of you to read Part 5 coming real soon!

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