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euphor1a · 4 months

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Bewitched (iii)

↬ pairing: bad boy!yeonjun x good girl!oc

↬ characters: loner bad boy!yeonjun, heartthrob!soobin, best friend!beomgyu, female oc (can be read as f!reader too) + a few supporting characters.

↬ genre: college!au, bad boy!au, slow burn, drama, strangers to lovers, smut, a bit of unrequited love.

↬ summary: After starting college, you never really imagined that you’ll cross paths with Choi Yeonjun — the loner bad boy with influences. But life is full of surprises, ain’t it?

↬ rating & word count: 18+ ; ~3.1K

↬ warnings: profanity, mentions of anxiety, bullying, explicit sexual content; manhandling, dirty talk, fingering, orgasm denial.

↬ disclaimer: this is fictional and doesn’t reflect any of their actions or personality!

↬ previous 𓍯 series masterlist

↬ a/n: thank you to anyone who’s still interested in this baby of mine, i appreciate you a ton <3

You’re supposed to vacuum the apartment today, but you can’t seem to focus, at all. And honestly? It sucks. The more you’ve been trying to move on and be grateful to have dodged a bullet like him, the harder you’ve been thinking about the culprit nonstop.

Three days have passed since you found out a very shocking fact that has left your poor heart in a whirlwind. But you don’t know which is more terrifying — the fact that Daniel is Yeonjun and he lied about his identity, or the cold, harsh truth that you’re still insanely attracted to him.

A dreary sigh escapes you. Life is not favoring you at all. It’s become such a pain in the ass at this point. Why did you have to fall for someone like him? It would’ve been so much easier if you had feelings for someone whom you know and trust, someone sweet and caring, like Soobin, or even Beomgyu.

Plopping down on your couch, you close your eyes. Things are looking very complicated right now. Not only the thought of that lying bastard has plagued your mind, but also, it’s hindering your daily life. You’ve been extremely unmotivated and anxious ever since the truth unfolded. You wish you had the power to fix everything, but alas, you don’t.

You remember how Yeonjun looked at you under the moonlight, the way his soft lips devoured your mouth. Are bad boys really capable of such gentleness? You don’t know… from the start, you’ve stayed away from the problematic people, like “bad boys”, just as your parents instructed. And guys like Yeonjun, if you’re being honest — you still prefer to steer clear out of their way. Not the devil himself, though. He got you addicted so fast and so hard that it’s difficult to back out now.

As if to distract you from his thoughts, your phone rings loudly. You squint your eyes, letting the sound bring you back to reality. Soon after, you inhale sharply and reach for the device, your heartbeat picking up with stupid hope.

Turns out it’s Soobin. With a gentle smile on your face, you answer the call, his soft voice cooing in your ear.

“___, just wanted to check in! How are you holding up?” You calm down almost instantly, grateful to have someone like him in your life.

“I’m… alright, I guess. How about you, Soobs? Anything interesting going on?” You speak softly, not keen on making this gentle giant worried in any way.

“Ehhh, what a lame way of trying to change the subject. It didn’t work. You better be taking care of yourself, miss lady, or I’ll–”

You cut him off midway, reassuring him. “Oh god, of course I am taking care of myself! Don’t worry!”

“Hmph.” Soobin grumps on the other side. Even if he tries to come off as threatening, he really just ends up sounding adorable.

“Oh, come on now, don’t be mad at me…” your voice is adorably childish in the end, making him sigh. Why do you do this to him?

“I’m not mad at you. But you do need to take care of yourself.”

“Did you really call me to lecture me about self-care?”

He groans at that. “So, what if I did?”

You pout, trying to change the subject. “Soob, can I ask you for something?”

“What is it?”

“Where did you meet Yeonjun that day? Just curious.”

There’s no answer.

“Soobin?”

He clicks his tongue. “At our college.”

“I know that! I mean where at the college?!” you whine, clearly displeased.

“I can’t tell you.”

“Why?”

“Trust me, I’m doing you a favor.”

“I didn’t ask for your favor, did I?”

He ends the call, leaving you frustrated. Before you can call him back, you see a message pop up in your notifications.

Soobin: i think ___ is genuinely going crazy

Soobin: beomgyu, we gotta do something

___: Soobin…

Soobin: gyu? this is urgent!

Gyu: uhhh what now..? 😭

Soobin: she wants to know where i met yeonjun.

___: 😶

Gyu: girl why are you asking for trouble

Gyu: if it’s something important we can talk to him about it

___: Do I look like a five year old to you?

___: Why would you talk to him instead of me?

Soobin: you don’t understand, do you?

___: Understand what? This bs?!

Gyu: ___…

Soobin: see, this is why it’s so hard to communicate with you 😔

Gyu: soobin! don’t!

___: Wow, okay. I’ll leave you guys be.

Gyu: nono princess 🥺 don’t listen to him!! soobin is out of his mind!!

Gyu: you can’t just leave us :(

___: Damn right I can 🥰

Soobin: NO ONF IM SO SORRY 😭😭

Soobin: *omg i was just emotional and said whatever came in my mind i’m sorry

Gyu: this is such a mess 🥲

Soobin: don’t leave us 🥺🥺🥺🥺😔😔☹️☹️😢😢💔💔

___: Yeah whatever

Gyu: why do you want to meet yeonjun, anyway?

___: *sigh*

___: It’s personal.

Soobin: uhm that’s suspicious 🙂

___: And you asking the very same Yeonjun for “help” isn’t?

Soobin: ouch 🤕

Gyu: this guy… how many times do i have to tell you to watch your damn mouth 😒

Gyu: ___, i understand that it’s personal. but, as everyone says, it’s better to stay away from him.

___: You two don’t understand 😞

Soobin: i give up

Gyu: soobin 😬

Soobin: i’ll text you the wing, floor and room no.

___: Thank you, I guess

Soobin: you’re welcome bb 🥺

Gyu: soobin, you’re a whole goose 🙄

___: Huh?

Soobin: GYU 🔪🔪🔪

Gyu: nothing lol

___: Okay

Soobin: 🥺🥺

Gyu: 😧

___: ??? Bye

Gyu: just promise that you’ll be careful!

___: Promise 🥰

Gyu: 😘

You smile as you notice Soobin’s direct message shortly after. Instantly giddy, you sent him a bunch of heart emojis.

It’s official. You’re gonna confront Choi Yeonjun. Face to face.

Next monday,

So, today’s the day. You’ve thought it through several times and took your time. Beomgyu did try his best to scare you off, but you’re not afraid of Yeonjun. Not at all.

Maybe because you know that he has a weakness for you. Or probably because the urge to meet him is too much and it’s numbing any other senses. Either way, here you are, walking through the hallway that leads to where he usually hangs around.

Tall, scary looking fellas stare you up and down, whispering to themselves as you walk up to the empty classroom, also known as his den.

“Hey kitty, where are you going?” An edgy looking girl stops you, regarding you curiously. The unsolicited nickname throws you off, but you refuse to let that be visible.

“Isn’t it obvious?” you shrug, hoping to appear nonchalant. They are kinda scary…

Another guy comes up, his voice mocking, “This place isn’t for you, cutie. Go back to your class or something.” A bunch of other guys agree, laughing at you.

Their ridiculous behavior makes you sigh. This type of people are the last ones you wish to deal with. “And who are you to tell me that, exactly!?” you state firmly, crossing your arms around your chest.

A bunch of them chuckle, drawing more attention. “Aww look, she’s trying to bite back. How adorable.”

“Really? Is that a way to treat someone?! If I’m here, that surely means that I have business with him, don’t you think?” you hiss in anger, glaring at everyone who gathers around to see the show.

Your words and attitude only fuel their laugh. A person from the crowd remarks, “Look, this little nobody thinks she has business with ‘him’, apparently.”

More people join in to laugh at you, various remarks being thrown around carelessly. You start to feel cornered and humiliated, your hands turning into fists from frustration.

“Why the hell is there so much noise? Do y’all want to be sent back or what?” A deep, commanding voice shuts everyone up. You turn around with bated breath, your body freezing immediately as your eyes register the familiar face.

It’s him. The demon that’s been haunting you for weeks now.

Yeonjun seems pleasantly surprised when he sees you, but he quickly replaces it with his cold demeanor. “What was happening here?”

The girl who approached you comes forward. “This… this kitty was trying to get into your office. So, I stopped her and asked what she was here for. Guess what? She was trying to be all sassy as if she’s the one in charge. Obviously, she got destroyed… hence all the noise.”

His expression is unreadable for a second, and you wonder if you’re gonna be sent back empty handed. But then, Yeonjun glares at the gathered crowd menacingly, a hushed silence falling across the hallway. The ones at the front immediately lower their heads. “Judging a book by their cover now, are we? I don’t keep you guys around to assume if a kitty has business with me or not. And, last time I checked, stopping someone doesn’t include ridiculing them in front of everyone just to feed your petty little egos.”

“Jun, but–” one of the guys start, taking a step forward.

“I don’t have time for your hollow excuses, get out of here immediately, all of you.”

“We’re sorry!” Several of them chime in, dispersing without looking back. But some throw you suspicious looks, earning another glare from Yeonjun.

“My, my. Rebelling much? If you have a problem, then come over here and talk to me.” His raised voice booms through the space, making everyone leave with mumbled apologies. Once everyone is out of sight, he turns towards you, his eyes earnest. “I’m sorry for how they acted. They’re not used to seeing pretty, little, goody two shoes like you around here. But still, they were rude, and I apologize.”

You nod in acknowledgment, rolling your eyes. For some reason, his words feel insincere. But you have other things to worry about. Like, confronting him for his actions.

Before you can do or think anything further, Yeonjun grabs your wrist, gently pulling you inside the classroom. You gasp when he presses you up against the closed door, his body caging yours, a bit too close for your liking.

His brown irises study you with curiosity. “Why are you here, ____?”

You struggle against his grip, trying to move your hands away but failing. “Ugh– let me go!” Being so close to him makes you feel all mushy, and you don’t want to deal with that now.

Thankfully, he untangles one of his hands from yours, raising an eyebrow. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“Pfft— Shouldn’t I be the one demanding for answers, Daniel?”

Like the maniac he is, Yeonjun chuckles at that, shaking his head. “I see. What answers, if I may?”

Is he kidding with you right now? What the hell is this attitude? “Why did you lie?”

He stops at that, regarding you thoughtfully. “I had my reasons.”

His monotonous reply pushes you off to the edge. Failing to hide your anger, you jab a finger on his chest, demanding clarity. “What reasons, Yeonjun? That you had to lie and play with my feelings for a day?”

Yeonjun grits his teeth, his grip tightening significantly on your wrist. “I did not play with your feelings, ___.”

“Liar.” punching him on the chest, you try to take your hand away, but it backfires. He traps you inside his strong embrace, his hot breath fanning over your head.

“What are you doing–”

He tips your chin upwards, his pupils dilated as he looks at you with a burning hunger. “You enjoy testing my patience, don’t you?”

Your body shivers involuntarily, your lips just inches away from his. Swallowing nervously, you look away. But he grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him.

Yeonjun leans in, dangerously close to you. “I’m warning you, don’t play with fire. You’ll be suffering and I hate to admit it, but I’d be damned if that happens.” His whisper is hot against your lips, a weird feeling coiling in your stomach.

What the hell is he talking about? Why does he sound like he’s from a cliché forbidden romance fanfiction?

“Well, what if I want to play with fire?” You suppress your wish to cringe, eyes challenging him to reply. A strange wave of emotions displays in his brown irises, his free hand forming into a tight fist.

“Don’t blame me when you get burnt.” His lips crashes against yours swiftly. Yeonjun lets go of your arm, and you curl them around his neck, instinctively pulling him closer. He smiles in the kiss, as if victorious, his hand grabbing your ass and squeezing the flesh briefly. The stinging sensation makes you moan.

Yeonjun grazes your lower lip with his teeth, asking for permission to ravish your mouth — which you gladly provide. His prying tongue slides past your lips, meeting with your tongue in a passionate kiss. You gasp in pleasure, pulling onto his hair when he starts trailing kisses down your jaw. Yeonjun backs you up against the only table in the room, his voice a growl. “Why do you do this to me? Fuck!”

You look at him, your chest heaving as you try to process the mind-blowing kiss. But alas, he’s not done yet.

“Are you here for this, huh?” He reaches to drag his thumb over your chin, forcing your gaze up to him. “Wanted my touch that bad? ___?”

Liquid heat rushes through your veins when he moves his hands all over your body, brushing against your sensitive spots. He squeezes your breasts, enjoying the perky nipples that he feels through your clothes. “Tell me.”

“No!” You choke out, “I came here to ask you why you lied about your iden– ahh, god!”

Yeonjun lowers his head to your neck, dipping his tongue to lick the sweet spot. You melt under his touch, both pleased and bewildered by the fact that he obviously hasn’t forgotten your most sensitive spots. His eyes are fixed on you as he brushes both his hands beneath your skirt, tracing them up to the edge of your panties.

You throw your head back in pleasure, your knuckles turning pale as you grip on the edge of the table. “Please… ” you mewl, looking at him desperately.

Yeonjun smirks, brushing your inner thighs. “Please what?”

“I need you to touch me.” You sigh shakily, your eyes pleading with him. Apparently, he’s beyond teasing, because as soon as he reaches your soaked pussy, he pulls the piece of clothing to the side and pushes two of fingers into you.

“Yeonjun…” your head falls on to his shoulder while he pumps you gently, a groan escaping him.

“Fuck, you’re drenched.”

He picks up pace, not giving you a moment to breathe. You cry out when he curls his fingers inside you, hitting your g-spot. His pace gets rougher, clearly fueled by your moans.

When his thumb finds your clit, you clench around him, your breath coming in short gasps.

Yeonjun smiles complacently. “You love this, don’t you?” The pressure on your clit increases slightly. “You love that I’m the one doing this to you.”

Without waiting for an answer, he draws his now slick digits away and puts them in his mouth, depriving you of an orgasm.

You whine, biting his neck from the frustration. Yeonjun makes you look at him, his voice dropping by an octave, “Bad girls don’t get to come.”

You try to rock your hips, craving any type of friction that can satisfy you. But he stops you, growling in your ear, “It’s time to go back, sweetheart. I have work to do. As much as I’d love to do you instead… I can’t. Not now.”

You look at him with dazed eyes, your voice a whimper, “You always leave me high and dry like this. I came here to confront, but you–”

“Shh. I told you; I had my reasons. I was simply trying to protect you.”

“Protect me from what exactly?”

Dropping a kiss on your forehead, he retracts. “I’ll tell you the next time we meet, ___. If I find it feasible, of course. You should probably fix your clothes though…”

You look at your disheveled state, sighing. “You’re not trying to get rid of me, are you?”

Yeonjun looks offended. “You clearly don’t know me yet.”

“But–”

“No buts. Don’t you have classes or some shit?”

You yelp at that, suddenly remembering where you exactly are. Quickly climbing down from the desk and fixing your clothes. While you finger brush your stray waves, he regards you intently.

“Like what you see?”

Yeonjun chuckles, nodding. You walk up to the nearby window to see your state, the dusty glass surprisingly reflecting quite well. “Tsk, thank god I wear a transfer-proof lip tint. All of my lip-gloss is gone however, and it looks weird.”

“You don’t have a bag with you, though. How are you gonna reapply?”

You sigh. “I left my bag with Soobin. I’ll just reapply later.”

“Wait.” Yeonjun walks up to you slowly. “Won’t it look suspicious, though? I have a lip balm, does that work?” He offers you a small tube of strawberry scented lip balm.

“Well, it won’t look the same but obviously it’ll be somewhat glossy.”

“Then take it.”

You quirk an eyebrow at him, gingerly taking the tube from his hand. His eyes follow each of your little movements as you part your lips a bit and apply the lip balm, pouting at the end which makes him chuckle.

“Thanks, here you go.” You proceed to give it back, but Yeonjun shakes his head, throwing his hands up.

“You can keep it for yourself. It suits you so well.”

“Oh?” A bit surprised, you look at the cutesy tube of lip balm in your hands. “Thank you…? Won’t you need it though? Your lips look a bit dry, even now.”

“Are my lips dry? Hold on.” Yeonjun leans in for a peck, his lips firmly landing on yours. Your heart skips a beat from his sudden action, butterflies in your stomach. Why’s he so???

He pulls back soon enough, rubbing his lips together. “Thanks, baby.” The glint in his eyes indicate that he’s enjoying this exchange very much, only causing your heart to go mayhem.

Nodding, you start to walk away nervously. You cross the room quicker than expected, hand resting on the lock of the door. “We are not done yet, Choi Yeonjun.” As you look back one last time, you feel a strange sting in your chest.

Yeonjun tilts his head, smiling, “Oh, trust me, this is just the start.”

end of part iii ↺ next

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euphor1a · 10 months

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Bewitched (ii)

↬ pairing: bad boy!yeonjun x good girl!oc

↬ characters: loner bad boy!yeonjun, heartthrob!soobin, best friend!beomgyu, female oc (can be read as f!reader too) + a few supporting characters.

↬ genre: college!au, bad boy!au, slow burn, drama, strangers to lovers, smut, a bit of unrequited love.

↬ summary: After starting college, you never really imagined that you’ll cross paths with Choi Yeonjun — the loner bad boy with influences. But life is full of surprises, ain’t it?

↬ rating & word count: 18+ ; ~2.8K

↬ warnings: profanity, explicit description of f!masturbation, minor fainting.

↬ disclaimer: this is fictional and doesn’t reflect any of their actions or personality!

↬ previous 𓍯 series masterlist

↬ a/n: my apologies because it’s actually been ages since i posted the part one. thank you so much for your patience! we’re back <3

Lying flat on your bed, you gaze at the ceiling, watching the fan rotate tirelessly. It keeps going round and round. Unironically, it resembles the thoughts churning inside your head somehow. But, you’re not some machinery, and it’s draining you out.

Inhaling a deep breath, you close your eyes for the first time in a while, tilting your head sideways. It would be so nice if you could just turn off your brain. You let yourself sink into the mattress and pillow as your hands turn into loose fists.

It’s been five days. 5 freaking days, 120 hours, 7,200 minutes, 432,000 seconds since you last saw Daniel. Maybe you sound obsessed, crazy even. But isn’t it his fault? No cause, how dare he barge into your life like a tornado and flip every unsaid rule you used to follow? It doesn’t even end there.

You feel intoxicated. You can’t get the thought of him out of your head, for the love of God. The soft crinkles on his face when he smiles, how his eyes sparkle, the enticing smell of his cologne, his hands all over your body, how his tongue felt against your core, the way he devoured your mouth—

Gosh, you need to stop. Catch a fucking break. This is getting way out of your hands. You’ve never been so distracted your whole life. And you hate the fact that he has so much power over you. He, who is just a random guy you met twice on the same day coincidentally and crossed a few lines with. Just?! Why?! Can’t?! You?! Get?! Over?! Him?!

You open your eyes, your eyebrows furrowed and lips tugged down in a frown. As your eyes mindlessly wander towards the ceiling fan once again, the events of that damned day start playing in front of your eyes. Was it really a coincidence? Or maybe a sick joke your life played with you?

After he dropped you to your home that night, you had hoped to see more of him. But instead, Daniel just simply vanished into thin air. You’ve been trying to find him everyday in your breaks, sometimes even missing classes. Unbelievable, right? Too bad that it’s the very unfortunate truth.

But did that help in any shape or form? Nope. If he’s been around, you’d have definitely noticed!! As much as you hate to admit it, he’s insanely handsome. Daniel’s striking features will stand out anywhere, and in your case — it’s literally imprinted on your mind.

With a sigh, you close your eyes. Not to sound like a hopeless romantic, but a part of you hopes that he’ll be here to meet you soon. Like, he literally has your address!! But, on the realistic side of things, that is very unlikely to happen.

Soon enough, the thought of Daniel envelops you in a warm feeling, your heart racing faster, your mind starting to play tricks with you. You briefly remember how his clothed bulge felt against your core, a soft whimper escaping you. Oh, how badly you needed to feel him deep inside you at that specific moment…

You shake your head immediately, trying to clear your mind. What the hell are you doing? Fantasizing about a guy who just suddenly appeared one day and then vanished? You curse inwardly, feeling pathetic for being wrapped around his little finger.

You hate this Daniel guy. Just one day and your feelings are all over the place. You barely spent a few hours with him, and you’re already so damn whipped.

With a groan, you sit up, reaching for your phone that’s charging on the nightstand. You’re shocked to see several messages from Beomgyu… Did something happen?

Gyu: haiiii 🥰

Gyu: bestie?! 👁️👄👁️

Gyu: HELLO?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Gyu: OMFG, ____ R U OK 😭

Gyu: :( 3 hours… you never take so long to reply 🥺

Gyu: did i upset you in any way?

Gyu: won’t tease you anymore… pls talk to me :( imy :(

A sigh escapes you. Even though a part of you wants to be irritated, you really can’t. Because as you look at the time, you realize that you’ve been zoning out for nearly four hours. Of course, he’s worried, you’d be the same if you were in his shoes.

____: Gyu 😭 no ofc not! Why would I be mad at you?

Gyu: THANK GOD YOU REPLIED, I PANICKED NGL

Gyu: ahem… anyway, why weren’t you responding then?

____: Sorry, I was busy with smth :/

Gyu: really? for 4 hours? 🤥

____: … I was working on an assignment

Gyu: right… but you already submitted the one you had and no one assigned anything new

____: WHY DO I TELL YOU EVERY FUCKING THING GODDAMMIT

Gyu: watch your language, princess 🤨

____: 🙄

Gyu: anyway lol, since you won’t tell me, let me take a WILD guess

Gyu: daydreaming about that mystery stranger again, are you? 🤡

____: …..

Gyu: yeah, ik

____: You don’t understand…..

Gyu: what???? 😩

____: Nothing…

Gyu: 😐

Gyu: see, this is the problem! you won’t even tell me his damn name! how am i supposed to help you out? 🤷‍♂️

____: It’s complicated 😭, I’d tell you otherwise :(

____: You know that I’d never hide something from you if it’s harmless, right?

Gyu: WAIT 🤯😱

____: ????

Gyu: is he…. like a mafia? 😳

____: Aight imma just head out

Gyu: sorry…

Gyu: umm it’s pretty late so have some good sleep and let’s meet on monday 🥺

Frustration bubbles up in your chest and you drop your phone by your side. A nap? Sleeping in this state? Fuck no. You need to ease yourself somehow.

After debating what you should do for a while, you slowly take off the oversized sweatshirt you’re wearing. Starting to caress your sensitive skin, you whimper, your hands brushing on your inner thighs, your sides, your neck… anywhere it can reach. Once you feel the material of your cotton panties dampening up, you grab the vibrator from your bedside drawer.

Because you’ve been thinking almost too much about Daniel and everything that he did to you, it’s very easy to picture him all over you. The device hums to life, and you waste no time to place it over your clothed clit. You jolt a little at the contact, overwhelmed by the sensations immediately.

You wish it was him. For some reason, you just know that Daniel would love to use a vibrator on you, watching you cry and whine pathetically, begging for him as you fall apart quickly. You tweak your nipple with your spare hand, heat blazing through your body as you inch closer to a release.

“Look at you, making a mess of yourself while thinking about me. Aren’t you cute?” His voice drifts in your ears, a whimper rumbling in your throat. “Just a little more, angel, you’re so close. Doing so well.”

You unconsciously scream out ‘Daniel’ in relief as the orgasm finally hits you. With shaky hands, you turn off the vibrator, falling back on the bed. Your breaths are uneven and quick, thighs shaking from the aftermath. It takes you a while to regain composure.

With a sigh, you get up and head straight to the bathroom, discarding your panties that are entirely ruined, drenched in your arousal and release. As the mildly warm spray of water finally hits your skin, you close your eyes, a plethora of emotions bubbling up in your chest. A lone tear trails down your cheek, followed by numerous ones that get lost within the water coming from the shower head.

Shame. You feel ashamed.

On Monday,

You manage your way through the crowded cafeteria, looking for your friends. Some acquaintances beam and wave at you, but you barely offer them a small smile and a nod. You aren’t feeling your best today either, running on a very small amount of sleep and mood swings to top it off. Dealing with yourself is pretty tiring, especially when your emotions are all over the place.

A sudden feeling of someone’s gaze behind your back makes you halt. You turn around, letting your eyes roam over the tables behind you. Everyone seems to be minding their own business, as they should. Taking a deep breath, you go back to finding Beom-binnie.

“____! Here!” Gyu’s voice takes your attention, a genuine smile blooming on your face automatically. You jog across the room to where they’re sitting, both of them standing up to wrap you up in a hug. You cozy up a lil’ in the comfortable warmth of them, the loud beating of Soobin’s heart surprising you. Is he… nervous?

You pull away first, looking at Soobin strangely. Beomgyu touches your forearm in a worried manner before speaking up, “Hey? Everything alright? Don’t tell me that you’re falling for the heartthrob.” His tone is playful as usual.

Soobin blushes heavily, his ears turning red as he avoids eye contact with both of you. On the other hand, Gyu bursts out laughing, holding onto his stomach. Cute, you think, amazed by these two polar opposites that are somehow attached at the hip.

You roll your eyes, smacking Beomgyu jokingly. He immediately scrunches up his face in ‘pain’, earning a glare from you. “Shut up, crackhead! I was just wondering why Soob’s heartbeat is so fast.”

Beomgyu throws his friend a knowing look. You quirk your eyebrows at their shared look before enquiring, “Are you two hiding something? No cause, what was that? Literally!”

The tall giant stutters for a bit, but Beomgyu is quick to cover for him. “He’s meeting someone today.”

“A date?” You tap your chin thoughtfully. Wondering what exactly it could be.

“No, no!!!” Soobin interrupts, coughing, clearly embarrassed by his sudden outburst. “I’m meeting the devil himself today… It’s been a while since our last meeting, so I’m just nervous, haha.”

You blink at him, throwing your hands up. “Can we sit? My leg hurts.” Both of the guys nod, Gyu sliding beside you whereas Soobin sits on your opposite.

“So? Who’s this ‘devil’?” You wiggle your eyebrows, trying to extract some juicy information.

Beomgyu looks at you, his eyes dark. “Yeonjun. Choi Yeonjun.”

“Oh–” You know this name. You’ve heard people gossiping about this irresistibly charming ‘bad boy’. But you’ve never seen him in your life.

“Soobin? Why do you need to meet with him?” You ask, slightly worried about your friend. Your impression of bad boys isn’t the best.

“He’s… um– I need his help.” Soobin mumbles.

“Why?” You press further.

“He’s a senior. He can help.” He answers, avoiding details.

“Oh yeah! No need to flex on us. Go meet with your cool seniors and stuff, me and ____ will be here.” Gyu chimes in, disrupting the heavy tension between you and Soobin.

You sigh, giving up. He clearly looks unwilling to talk about this more. “So when will you be meeting him?” you ask nonchalantly.

“Near four pm, before leaving.” Soobin licks his dry lips, offering you a shaky smile.

You frown upon hearing the time, grumbling, “But… but we are supposed to hangout today!”

Beomgyu pats your back, “Yeah, we were talking about it before you came. Soobin, tell us what you’re gonna do. If you’re not gonna come, then I’ll take her. She’s been sad lately.”

Soobin’s face falls, his hand gripping yours as he talks in a gentle voice, “What happened, ____? Is everything alright?”

You look at your joined hands, a pang of anger causing you to pull away. “Everything is fine. I don’t need anyone to worry about me.”

“____...” Soobin sighs, looking at Beomgyu for help.

“Hey it’s okay, shhh.” Gyu pulls you in his arms, your head resting on his shoulder.

A long, uncomfortable silence stretches, the buzzing of the cafeteria fading away as you three stay trapped in the situation.

“Okay, listen.” Soobin speaks up, his eyes focused on you. “Wait for me outside our favorite spot. I’ll be here… maybe a bit late but I’ll be there for sure.”

Beomgyu smiles, “Good idea. No harm done, right miss universe?”

You pout at him, nodding and pulling away from his embrace. Your gaze finally meets Soobin, the hope glimmering in his eyes almost making you feel bad.

“Mhm.” That’s all you say.

In the evening, you find yourself with Beomgyu, walking together by the side of the quaint river. The streetlights illuminate the paved path as you take small steps. He’s the first one to break the silence.

“So? Still thinking about that mystery guy?”

You look up at him, your lips parting as a sigh escapes you. “... Yeah. You can say that.”

“Can you at least tell me why you are thinking about this guy? Are you like, interested in him romantically?”

You nod silently, looking at your feet shyly. Beomgyu claps your back, a smirk on his lips, “Great going, huh? Behind our back? So please tell me more about him. And, don’t stress it. I won’t ask his name if you’re that uncomfortable sharing.”

You hesitate a bit, reaching out to squeeze his hand in gratitude. “I don’t really know… he has a fancy race car, and uh… ” You trail off, unsure what to say.

“Don’t tell me that you’re interested because of his car.” Gyu snorts, laughing at his own joke.

“No! It’s his vibes actually… he makes me feel, you know… things.” You can feel the blood rushing to your cheeks.

“Ooohhh.” He throws you a meaningful look, but you smack his forearm in return.

“Pervert! Can’t you think straight?” A huff leaves you, and Beomgyu almost falls down laughing.

“Oh– oh my god! I meant it in the most innocent way possible! Holy shit, did you two… get down to business??”

The thought of his mouth on your pussy comes back to you, and you hide your face in your hands instinctively.

“Ooof, that sure answers my question! Get it girl! My girl got laid, gosh I’m so happy!!” He hoots, and you swear you just want to strangle him. If only he wasn’t that much taller—

“No! We just kissed! Get your head out of the gutter!” You insist, not the biggest fan of Beomgyu’s enthusiasm about your sex-life.

His smile falters. “Ehh... Boring. Just a kiss? Nothing else? Are you sure?”

Before you can even mentally prepare yourself to fight him, the sound of a loud motorbike engine catches both of you off-guard. You turn to the side quickly, pulling Beomgyu with you.

“Thank you once again, I really appreciate it!” Soobin’s voice makes you look back at where you were just standing. There he is, several feet away, talking to the stranger who just dropped him off here.

“Whoa… who’s this with the scary looking bike?” Beomgyu whispers in your ear, pointing towards the guy wearing a helmet.

You shake your head out of uncertainty, watching them as Soobin hands the person the helmet he was wearing.

“Thank you! Will meet you soon again!”

The stranger nods, but then, he looks to the side, finally spotting you and Beomgyu.

Color drains from your face, the person’s gaze meeting yours through the glass panel of helmet. You’re taken back to eight days before, those same eyes looking into yours, sparkling in the moonlight before he leans in for a kiss.

Your heart skips a beat, and you feel yourself getting dizzy. Beomgyu, standing by your side with no clue, catches you before you can fall down. In the back of your mind, you can hear the sound of the bike fading away.

Your eyes flutter, consciousness slowly coming back to you. “Oh, I think she’s waking up,” you hear, opening your eyes to find yourself in Soobin’s arms. Beomgyu dabs your face with a wet paper towel, tension melting away from his handsome features when your eyes meet.

“____! Thank god you’re up! Are you okay?? Should we call an ambulance?”

You wave your hands, motioning him to stop. There’s a throbbing pain on your head. But still, you slowly sit up on the bench they had laid you down on, clearing your throat. After all, you have much more important things to take care of.

“Soobin?” You whisper, your voice cracking.

“Yeah?” He tucks away the messy locks behind your ear, his eyes so gentle that for a moment you forget your question.

“Who was that guy with you? Do you mind sharing his contact info with me?”

Soobin looks as if lightning struck him, his jaw dropping. “I’m sorry but are you mad?? What are you gonna do with Choi Yeonjun’s contact? I don’t have it either way but what the hell are you saying?”

You gulp nervously, Beomgyu’s worried gaze trailing over your face. “That was… Yeonjun?”

Beomgyu cups your cheek. “Well yeah. Why, ____? Is everything alright? I noticed how shocked you were when Yeonjun looked at us.”

A cold shiver runs down your spine. “It’s… nothing.” You murmur, actually starting to feel sick.

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Bewitched (i)

↬ pairing: bad boy!yeonjun x good girl!oc

↬ characters: loner bad boy!yeonjun, heartthrob!soobin, best friend!beomgyu, female oc (can be read as f!reader too) + a few supporting characters.

↬ genre: college!au, bad boy!au, slow burn, drama, strangers to lovers, smut, a bit of unrequited love.

↬ summary: After starting college, you never really imagined that you’ll cross paths with Choi Yeonjun — the loner bad boy with influences. But life is full of surprises, ain’t it?

↬ rating & word count: 18+ ; ~4.7K

↬ warnings: profanity, mention of toxic parenting, alcohol, mention of social anxiety, heavy kissing, outdoor sex (?), cunnilingus, bit of angst in the end.

↬ disclaimer: this is fictional and doesn’t reflect any of their actions or personality!

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↬ a/n: this is a revamped version of the original series! there are plenty of added details and a bit of change in the narrating style, to make bewitched (hopefully) bigger and better 🌱! enjoy <3

“Today, we’re going to continue where we left off yesterday! Everyone, pay attention!” Mr. Kim’s heavy voice reverberates through the room, shushing the buzzing of the students in an instant. The man in his early 30’s smiles subtly, clearly satisfied with the authority he has over his students. To be honest, that was low-key impressive indeed.

You look at the girl sitting beside you, only to find her ogling your kinda… hot (?) professor. Well, yes, he sure is attractive. But thirsting over your professor? Ew. You really couldn’t think of anything worse. With a sigh of disappointment, you open your notepad, mindlessly starting to doodle an eye. You wouldn’t call yourself an artist, but you are decent at it. Plus, it helps you destress! That’s a good enough reason to continue your little shenanigan.

College isn’t as fun as you thought it’d be. But, maybe it’s your fault that you trusted those teen movies and tv shows on how “fun” colleges are.

Truth to be told, it actually started off pretty promising. Moving away from your parents’ house and starting to live on your own, then getting enrolled in one of the most prestigious colleges of your state was super cool already; but you also managed to catch a lot of people’s attention from the moment you started classes. All those things bloomed a lot of hope in your heart. You really thought that college will be a fucking blast! But, of course, life never lets you have all that you want, does it?

Your bubble burst soon enough, as your experience got boring and repetitive. And now, you find yourself dragging your body throughout the process on most days. To think that you promised yourself that you’ll let loose and enjoy life to the fullest after starting college… Hah! Funny. As someone who had to live like an obedient puppet under the scrutiny of your parents, you had always dreamt of having a taste of true freedom. But, have you been able to enjoy the first 5 months of your college? The only thing you feel is suffocation, not enjoyment.

Out of all the things you’ve done in this course of time, finding a few people who are trustworthy and caring is probably the most useful one. A prime example is your best friend, Beomgyu. You remember the first day you met him vividly — a charming, chaotic and gorgeous guy who seemed to be friendly and kind. Your intuition wasn’t wrong, it only took you two weeks to grow a very close bond with him; the rest is history, of course.

And then there’s Soobin. You aren’t really sure if you two are ‘friends’ yet. However, he’s easily the most harmless person you’ve known in a while. You never really thought that a heartthrob like him would pay attention to a quiet and reserved girl. Even when Soobin started talking with you, you weren’t sure about him. But he proved you wrong. With his golden sense of humor and charms, he won you over. Though he’s really flirty in general, you count on him. Maybe a bit more than Beomgyu, to be honest.

A fond smile curls up your lips at the thought of them, but a frown replaces it soon enough. You seek a lot more than just making friends. But, so far your hands have been empty. A strong feeling of dejection makes you even more exhausted. You’re also hyper aware of the fact that you’ve been zoned out since your professor started talking.

With yet another sigh, your eyes wander off outside the windows. The grand campus looks beautiful from up here, the soft chirping of some unknown bird momentarily making you feel better.

You don’t know for how long you’ve been distracted like this, but the sudden vibration of your phone snatches your attention. The notification shows two texts from Soobin. Pleasantly surprised, you open the conversation with a hammering heart in your chest.

Soobin: heyyyy! why tf are you looking out of the window so blatantly during class? saw something interesting or what?

Soobin: lmfao jkjk, but fr, you ok there?? you’re the “goodest girl😍👑” of our professors, why so distracted today!

You look up, panicked. Mr. Kim seems to be intently going through some papers you can’t really make out. From your seat, you can also see Soobin casually hiding his phone as he probably waits for your answer.

____: OMG stop texting me during class!! I’m just not feeling it today. And I already have the thesis complete so eh, who cares?

Soobin: why should i not text you? this ain’t no highschool! plus, you’re bored anyway, looking out of the window and all. lemme entertain you, ma’am🤹🏻.

Soobin: also you already finished the fucking thesis??😱 girllll lend me some brain cells!

____: I don’t know but you’re gonna get us in trouble, Soob!! And yes I did finish it. Also yk that it’s impossible to lend you my brain cells.

Soobin: relax hun :’)) i was JOKING! btw, you’re coming to my party tonight, right??

____: Hmm, I guess…

Soobin: noooo, tell me for sure🥺! i’m not taking ‘i guess… ’ for an answer >:((

____: … I’ll be there. Now stfu and focus on what Mr. Kim is saying. Geez😵

Soobin: hell yea baby!!! but ouch, you’re rude :’(

You can’t help but roll your eyes at that. “Rude”, huh? Before you can come up with a reply to get back at him, you see three dots appearing from his side.

Soobin: but it’s a part of your charm ig </3, such a good girl but also kinda mean, i like that😏 iykyk ;))

____: Really, Soob? Right in front of my salad??😖 I told you to focus on what Mr. Kim is saying!!!

Soobin: oof ok :/ you can’t even jokingly flirt with your friend, hmph

Soobin: nvm, will see you later at my place beautiful💗💗💗

You put back your phone immediately, forcing yourself to turn all of your attention to the class. You realize that the girl beside you is still stealing smoldering glances at your professor. God, you really wanna throw up now.

The rest of the class goes by in a blink of an eye. You’re surprised that you manage to stand up properly, following the bustling students out in the hallways. Soobin tells you something about his anthropology class, but you’re not sure what exactly he said.

Sighing heavily, you check your schedule, only to realize that your next class starts approximately 45 minutes later. That is… a lot. Most people would go grab a snack or maybe try to squeeze in some work time. But none of those options look attractive to you.

After walking around aimlessly in the campus, you take a seat on a bench by the cerulean fountain. The area is secluded at this time of the day, and you presume that most people are busy; this place is usually always crowded by hordes of students. You’ve walked past it countless times, but never really had a chance to sit down and admire its beauty.

It’s simply gorgeous. An angel sits in the middle of it, looking at her fingertips which spritz a gentle spray of water. Around her, a tiled space of several meters holds all the water that flows. You also notice the intricate details carved on the base of the fountain, telling a story of its own. However, you’re completely unaware of another pair of eyes that study you from afar with the same curiosity.

After you’ve come back to your senses, you check the time hurriedly. There’s still 18 minutes left until your next class. Stretching your legs a little, you let out a soft whimper, looking at the tireless stream of water. For a fleeting moment, you wonder how it’ll feel to dip your toes into it. The mere thought of doing something no one is allowed to do thrills you, making you consider something you’d never do. Breaking rules; you’re not particularly fond of doing that. But… not even a soul is around. If you just quickly discard your sneakers and dip your feet into the water, no one will notice, right?

With a nervous smile on your face, you walk up to the fountain and softly wave your hand in the water. It’s cold, but it feels very nice against the skin of your palm. In the panic of getting caught, you forget to actually look around to see if anyone’s around. Heart pounding in your chest, you reach down to take off your shoes with shaky hands.

“What do you think that you’re doing?”

The low, warning voice almost gives you a heart attack. You let out a yelp, straightening up but losing your balance. When you’re sure that you’re gonna hit the ground, you end up colliding with the intruder. Your head hits against their surprisingly hard chest.

“Oww.” You whine softly, rubbing the back of your head and turning around, heart practically beating in your throat.

You’re immediately met with a towering, large frame that can probably crush you at any given moment. Even though you can’t see his full face because he’s wearing a mask, he enchants you. Gosh, do they make men like Greek Gods here?

The stranger repeats in a gruff voice, sounding a bit annoyed, “Can you not speak? What the hell were you trying to do?”

You swallow nervously. He’s intimidating, and this is probably how you’re gonna end up getting suspended. “I was just touching the water.” You state in a mimicked confidence.

The stranger looks unsatisfied with your answer, crossing his arms around his chest. “I can see that. But you do know that it’s against the rules, don’t you? It’s not for touching, it’s for admiring from afar.”

Whatever confidence that you were previously channeling crumbles up and destroys down, with just that. You know that you shouldn’t have done a stupid thing like this, but what’s the point of cursing yourself right now? Knowing that you can’t keep up with him, you make puppy dog eyes. Maybe… maybe he’ll let you go if you make a pitiful expression. “I’m really sorry… I didn’t know that but now I know! I promise it won’t happen again. Please!”

His eyes falter for a moment, and he sighs. Soon after, he motions you to go away. With a grateful look and a small bow, you run to the bench to grab your belongings.

“Oh no!” You groan, noticing that you’re already 7 minutes late for Mrs. Cassidy’s class. Your face falls, a weird clench in your heart causing your eyes to tear up a bit. Can your day be any worse than this?

“What happened now?” The scary stranger comes up to you, peeking over your shoulder. You try to quickly recover, zipping up your backpack.

“It’s nothing… sorry for bothering you! I’ll leave—”

“Wait.” He firmly grasps your wrist, eyes filled with an emotion you can’t really place. Sympathy? Maybe empathy?

“I suggest you skip the class. If you try to go in now, you’ll basically dig your own grave.”

Your heart beat picks up as you look into the stranger’s honey brown eyes, your voice barely a whisper, “But…”

He squeezes your wrist gently before pulling away. “You won’t get in any trouble if you skip this class. I promise.”

Puzzled, you narrow your eyes, “Um… I’m not sure about that. How are you—”

He tilts his head to the side, his eyes twinkling, “I have my ways.”

You frown a little, sizing him up cautiously. “That definitely didn’t sound hella suspicious.”

“Oh?” He bursts out in a hearty laugh, head thrown back. Were your words really that funny? You don’t know… but you’re glad that you could make him laugh. It sounds beautiful.

Your cheeks warm up when you realize what exactly you were just thinking. You shake your head a bit, fighting the urge to hide your face.

“You are beautiful, by the way.” You’re brought back to reality by his playful voice. For a moment, you almost think that you are hearing things, until you notice his eyes tracing your figure shamelessly. A shiver runs down your spine, heart feeling like it’s going to burst out of your chest. You’re not used to getting attention of this sort.

Nibbling on your lower lip, you whisper, unsure what to say. “Thank you.” Your eyes lock with him for a brief moment. “So are you.”

He chuckles at that, inching closer to you, subtle as ever. “You’re quite straight forward. Not that I’m complaining or anything.”

Goosebumps spread over your skin, your heart racing even more as you find yourself dangerously close to this alluring stranger. So close that you can feel his hot breath through the black mask.

“Don’t go around trying to go skinny dipping in fountains again.” He murmurs just by your ear.

Embarrassment paralyses you for a moment before you protest, “Hey! I was just touching the water!”

“Sure.” He laughs again, starting to move away. “Make sure that you attend your next class. And don’t worry, I mean it when I say you won’t get in trouble.”

You open your mouth to say thank you, but he has already walked off to a distance from where he can’t hear you anymore.

Later, at night,

“Oh, wow! Look who finally decided to grace us with her presence!” Beomgyu wraps his arm around your waist to hug you sideways. He’s bright and handsome as ever. “Where have you been all evening? Dressing up?”

You pat his back in return before pulling away. “Ah I was just busy with some stuff! But I’m here now, and that’s what matters!” You hate to lie, you really do.

Soobin, who spots you with Beomgyu from a distance, leaves behind the people he was talking to immediately. A gorgeous smile lights up his face as he hurries to come over by your side. “My goodness, so you came! I really thought that you won’t be here for a second!”

Before you can even open your mouth to reply, he whistles, noticing your crimson short dress. The material hugs your curves perfectly and the mesh around your cleavage shows just enough skin to drive people crazy. “Damn, ____, you sure know how to dress!”

Beomgyu nudges Soobin, smirking, “Careful there buddy, people might say that you’re a simp.”

You can see the flash of uneasiness in Soobin’s eyes before he laughs it off. “Nah, I just appreciate people who know what to wear.”

“Thanks Soobin.” You smile at him, making him visibly relax. “Also, your house is huge, oh my god!”

“Want a house tour?” He suggests, winking at you.

“Why not?” Beomgyu chimes in, a sigh escaping your other friend.

“Uhh… maybe later. Being a host is really hard! I need to— oh my god! ____, I’m so sorry!! Please let me get you a drink!”

You giggle softly as Soobin practically runs to the minibar. Beomgyu taps on your forearm, getting your attention. “You don’t wanna socialize?”

Your frown is enough to tell him what’s your answer. He shakes his head, tutting. “It’s okay if you’re not ready. But at least try! You’re the one always nagging about how you need to get out of your shell, you know? C’mon, let me introduce you to a few people! Maybe you’ll find someone… ”

You freeze immediately, knowing what he’s talking about. It’s not like you don’t understand his point, but still, you’re not ready yet. Social anxiety has always been tough on you, and being an introvert just worsens everything. By simply looking over at the crowd of party-goers, you can feel all of your energy draining out.

“Gyu, I don’t think that… ”

His face falls, but he pulls you in a tight hug anyway. “It’s alright, sorry if I was being too pushy! I’ll be back soon, hmm? Try to enjoy yourself!”

You nod, a plastered smile on your face. Beomgyu leaves, but thankfully Soobin arrives soon enough with two martinis. “Here you go! This is a special one only made for you & me. Enjoy!”

Clinking your glasses, you take a cautious sip of the drink. You haven’t told anyone about the mystery stranger you met today, but your mind can’t stop replaying the whole conversation with him. The way he looked at you, how he complimented you with his smooth yet deep voice, the faint scent of his cologne while he whispered in your ear… It keeps coming back at you. And the fact that you spent the whole evening thinking about him? Pure wild. You even felt sad because he didn’t tell you anything about him and that probably means… you might never meet him again.

“____?? Earth to ____??”

You snap back to reality, immediately finding a very concerned Soobin looming over you. “What’s up with you? You only had a sip, are you feeling dizzy?”

You shake your head softly, taking another sip of the sweet martini, “No, no, it’s not that! I was just distracted… sorry!!”

He takes your unoccupied hand and leads you to the balcony, often glancing at your feet to make sure that you aren’t tripping with those high heels. Even if you’re completely fine, you don’t stop him. Once outside, you take a long deep breath, happy to be finally out of the party.

“Take a seat. And please stay here until I come back.” He points to the chair by the railing. Even in the lack of light, you can see how panicked and worried he looks.

“It’s alright… I can stand, Soobs; please don’t worry. I’m okay.”

He cups your cheek gently in response. “Please, just listen to me, you need rest. And how can I not worry about you?” His voice is strangely heavy with emotions.

At a loss of words, you look at him with wide eyes, slightly shocked by how close he’s standing to you. His arms guide you back to the chair, and he clears his throat. “Stay here, okay? If I can’t get back to you soon, I’ll surely send Beomgyu.”

You nod wordlessly, knowing very well that saying anything back is probably useless. Sighing, you place the half empty glass of drink on the nearby table, cozying up on the chair. You might as well get comfortable, right? A gentle breeze ruffles your hair, your eyelids fluttering close despite all the noise coming from the party. You’re feeling at ease now.

Sadly, your peace only lasts for a few minutes, and you’re back to thinking about that goddamned motherfucker. Urgh, isn’t it illegal to be that attractive? And who the fuck exactly is he? How can he be so sure about literally everything? He must be influential to hold that much confidence… Maybe a board member? But he really looked too young for a position like that.

“So, we meet again.” You can sense someone taking a seat beside you. Annoyed, you turn to the person.

Oh. You can recognize those eyes anywhere.

A shiver immediately runs down your spine, your words catching in your throat. You open your mouth, but no words manage to come out.

He leans in to touch your hand, concerned. “Are you alright? I saw Soobin taking you outside so I just wanted to see if everything was fine.”

Your skin feels on fire, your breathing uneven. What type of sick joke is fate playing now! “You–?” you choke out, refusing to believe that this is real life.

He chuckles, that same beautiful sound you fell in love with at first listen ringing through the air. “Yeah me. I guess that means you do remember me?”

“Uh— How do you know Soobin…?” You dodge the question. He doesn’t need to know that you’ve spent the whole evening thinking about him.

“He’s my friend, haha.”

You regard him suspiciously, which only makes him smile. “You can call me Daniel.”

To his shock, his words make you frown. “I’ve never really heard of Daniel from Soobin.”

He shrugs nonchalantly. “I’m not that special to him, I guess?”

You stay silent, not knowing what to say. It sounded brutal, and you start feeling kind of bad for him.

“You didn’t tell me if you’re alright though.” Daniel looks at you, unaffected.

“I’m okay, thanks.” You manage a smile.

He perks up, relaxing his posture. “Good to hear that.”

Silence reigns again. You try to avoid the fire igniting inside you from the way he looks at you, but you barely manage as you find yourself sneaking glances at him. This isn’t you. But you can’t stop yourself either.

“You look gorgeous in this dress.” His voice sounds husky, a strange sensation building in your stomach. You look down at your feet shyly, your cheeks heating up too. Why the fuck does this man have so much power over you?

“Thank you… You’re looking not too bad either! That leather jacket suits you.”

Daniel smiles, “I’m glad you think so.”

The conversation flows, and so does alcohol. Now that you think about it, you can’t be happier that somehow the universe has managed to cross your paths twice a day. And by his lingering touches and suggestive words, You know that he��s equally enchanted by you, just the way you’re by him.

“____, wanna go to a better place with me? I swear you won’t be disappointed.” He offers out of the blue, his eyes shimmering with hope.

A part of you screams yes but another part is still unsure about leaving your friends behind and leaving with a very new acquaintance. You look at Daniel, and then back to the party… To be honest you just realize that it’s been over an hour but neither of them have come to check in.

“Sure, Daniel. Lead the way.”

After a nice and comfortable ride, you leave his expensive sports car behind, following him into a… isn’t this just a park?

His long legs help him stride faster, and soon you’ve fallen behind. You end up running in order to catch up with him, your hands brushing softly as you try to keep up. Daniel notices, slowing down so that you can walk side by side. He mutters a ‘sorry’, successfully making you feel better.

“So… why are we in a park?” You inquire confusedly, slightly out of breath.

“You’ll see why. Wait a bit!”

Within a few moments of walking, you two end up in an empty area. The vast night sky looks like a dark blanket with glitter and shiny stones on it, making you mesmerized. He sits down on the grass, looking up with closed eyes. The ivory moonlight makes his skin illuminate, and for the first time, you notice how truly outstanding his sharp features are.

“Sit down here.” Daniel takes off his jacket to make a seat for you. Your eyes admire his muscled arms for several moments, before looking at the ground. Patting on the jacket, he repeats, “C’mon, sit down!”

“But your leather jacket…” You hesitate.

“It’s nothing, really.”

Still feeling uncomfortable by the thought, you look at his jacket somewhat sadly. He notices soon, taking the piece of clothing away. “What? Don’t tell me that you prefer my lap!” He arches his eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You look away immediately, his words somehow both embarrassing and exciting. So, you decide to ignore him. Taking a few more steps ahead, you focus on the night sky adorned with the moon and stars. It’s… so pretty. You don’t remember the last time you had seen such a gorgeous night. Unbeknownst to you, Daniel walks up right behind, whispering, “So beautiful, isn’t it?”

“Yeah…” You trail off, awed by the amount of beauty nature holds.

“But you know, there’s something that is stealing the show from the moon.” He adds after you fall silent.

“What are you talking about?” You turn around to face him, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

“You. You’re glowing brighter than the moon itself.”

As if to test the waters, he leans in, his lips just hovering over yours. You’re not sure if it’s the alcohol or him, but you close your eyes and grab onto the lapels of his jacket, your lips gently pressing onto his — scared to go further, but unwilling to pull away.

Daniel doesn’t waste another moment, his mouth captures yours in a heated kiss, eliciting a shocked gasp from you. The kiss is heavy, fueled by lust, and you can clearly taste the tequila on his lips. He coaxes you open up for him, tongue skillfully merging with yours and leaving you breathless. His hands explore your curves, hiking up your short dress until it’s barely covering your underwear. You discover his body in return, palming the growing sign of his desire in his pants. A moan escapes you when you feel his hands brushing along the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, your legs parting instinctively. He smiles in the kiss, pulling away slightly to trail kisses down your jaw and neck, stopping when he reaches your collarbone.

Eyes hazy with need, you urge him to go on, desperate for his touch. Daniel hesitates, “Are you sure you want this?”

With a broken whisper, you manage to plead, “Please, wan’ you right now.” This isn’t you. But fuck it, you don’t care anymore. Your stomach is in knots, begging for some action.

He gives you a hard kiss before getting on his knees and sliding your ruined thong aside. “Lord… you’re drenched.” With a groan, he licks a lazy stripe with his tongue. You teeter at the contact, the feeling of his warm, soft tongue on your pussy leaving your nerve endings on fire.

For easier access, Daniel takes your left leg and puts it over his shoulder, now devouring your cunt. You hold onto his shoulders for dear life, your soft whimpers synchronizing with his own satisfied humming. He’s sucking you so good, slurping up your essence with no amount of shame.

“You taste so fucking good.”

“Da–Daniel! I need more!”

With his chest heaving, he stands up, looking straight into your eyes. He suggests, “Should we move inside the car?”

You nod frantically, holding onto him as if you’ll fall apart any moment if you don’t. Daniel picks you up bridal style, carrying you to the car as soon as he possibly can. Unlocking the car after fumbling with the keys for a while, he places you on the backseat. Once he’s inside, he pulls away your panties. His mouth attaches to your cunt, thumb finding your clit. Your back arches, pussy clenching around nothing. “Aah— Daniel!”

His thumb rubs your sensitive bundle of nerves, all while his tongue laps up at your entrance. Just when you feel like you’re about to lose your mind, you hear the clink of his belt buckle. You cry out, relieved.

However, the familiar sound of your phone ringing bursts your bubble, and you whine out of displeasure.

Daniel, on the other hand, grabs your phone from the console. Soobin’s name flashes on the screen, a dark expression appearing on his face. You sit up, worried. “Who is it?”

“It’s Soobin… he’s probably worried about you.” He sighs, shaking his head before continuing. “Sorry, ____. But personally, I think that it’d be better if you go back right now. And a request, don’t tell anyone about this, or me. Just say that you went for a walk or something like that.” He speaks up first, his voice cold, unfamiliar.

“Daniel… but—”

“Please don’t make this harder. Fix your dress.” He cuts you off, fixing his own clothes.

You nod silently, your eyes watering from a tidal wave of emotions hitting you. Once he’s back in the driver’s seat, you mumble brokenly. “Can you do me one last favor? I wanna go home… please…”

“Are you sure that you’re comfortable with sharing your address with me?”

The lack of warmth in his voice overwhelms you, but you manage to reply, “I am… unless you don’t want to, then it’s fine… I’ll head back on my own.”

You fail to see the way his hand tightens around the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white from the pressure. “I’ll drop you off. Just tell me where.”

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